MPHFPC headcanons

The Graveyard - Enoch

Enoch x GN reader

This is a strange one because I can't find the account that requested this. I think they deleted their profile. Anyway, I'm still going to publish it because I think it's cute. I hope you all are doing well. I'm back ! I'm a bit rusty but I'll try to get requests done. 

Warnings : Angst/ death / gore / ptsd /  graveyards / me going into too much backstory detail lol.

Notes : Reader sort of  dislikes Jacob and Emma. Enoch is so goofy in this, broody, yes, but terribly cheesy too.

I really hated Halloween. Not because I thought the dressing up was stupid - it was, but because it was the day she died and I don't think I liked the idea of people celebrating on October 31st. 

My sister was my best friend, my other half, my twin. October 31st 1988, the day our loop went to shit, it was the day a Hollowgast got her. I watched it happen too, I watched it as it picked her up and held her so tightly she went blue. 

Ms Peregrine had saved me, the lone survivor just as my loop was about to collapse. She told me of a beautiful place, a modern place that was much safer from hollows. It didn't take me very long to make up my mind and go home with her. 

The 21st century had been wonderful, I even convinced Ms P buy a house close to where I lived back in '88. Everything fell into place and I began to heal, I began to enjoy the modern world, bar for the fact they had completely commercialised the day my sister died, and for that reason, I was sulking.

I sat up in the dusty attic and listened to the chatter downstairs. The little window just about allowed me to see the young ones decorating the lawn.  Bronwyn lifted Claire up to string some bunting from the big oak tree down to the mail box. Fiona was sneakily attempting to tint the roses to be black and orange. Hugh was cupping hands  full of sleepy bees, trying to warm the valiant ones who had flown in the cold for too long. 

Our street was very well decorated. People clearly went all out this year. Big plastic sculptures and window decals could be seen everywhere. Lots of grotesque styrofoam zombies and monsters had been stuck into the grass. 

I felt sick looking at them. Not because they were realistic looking- no- it was because they were so painfully far from the truth. I had seen real monsters. I heard their roars. I saw their big tentacles and ugly, black eyes. I felt the warmth of their tar-like blood when I slit the one that killed my twin. I heard It shriek out in pain and go down with a bang-

Three loud knocks interrupted my thoughts. I turned around to find Horace standing in his  underwear.

 He gave me a pitiful glance. "I'm sorry to intrude y/n , but have you seen that chest of old fabrics ? I'm trying to make my costume look a bit more... Me" he explained. 

I nodded mindlessly and pointed to the old mahogany chest in the corner. 

"Ah" he sighed as he ran to it. He collected his silks and was just walking back down the ladder when he pulled a face like he forgot something. "I meant to tell you, Jacob and Enoch are fighting again" he said lowly.

I rolled my eyes and got up from the chair. I followed him downstairs and went straight to where I heard the yelling. The voices were coming from the garden, specifically Enoch's new shed. Ms Peregrine had been very particular about where Enoch was allowed to work on his humunculi. She said absolutely no neighbours were to see his specimens and if she found 'even a toe of a cadaver outside the shed, he'd be in big trouble'. 

I opened the door cautiously and there he was, cornered by Jacob and Emma. His cheeks were flushed from the passion of the argument and he was clearly very unhappy.