A simple story of their meeting, knowing, growing, and helping each other from the beginning to the end. This is a tale of how they grew together.
miss peregrine's home for peculiar children
Enoch O'Connor x Fanfiction
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The chase had stretched on for nearly an hour, the peculiar children weaving in and out of rooms, trying to coax Adrenna from her hiding spots. Miss Peregrine's attempts at gentle persuasion were met with silence, and despite the other children's efforts to help, Adrenna remained elusive. The headmistress, ever aware of the time, knew she had a schedule to maintain, and her patience was wearing thin.
Understanding where Adrenna tended to linger, Miss Peregrine issued her final command. "Hugh," she said with a note of firmness, "turn on every light in the house. Leave no corner darkened."
Hugh's bees buzzed to life, and he swiftly set about his task, using them to flick switches and pull cords as they swarmed from room to room. Adrenna whimpered from her hiding place, the cold dread of being exposed gnawing at her. She only had seconds before her last refuge would be illuminated.
Just as Hugh reached for the switch to the final, dimly lit corner, Enoch strolled past the kitchen door, a bored expression on his face as he carried three jars in his hands. He was a boy of medium height, with pale skin and dark, unruly hair that curled around his ears. His eyes were a deep, almost stormy gray, holding a perpetual look of irritation.
Dressed in a threadbare sweater and trousers that looked perpetually rumpled, Enoch's appearance was that of someone who seemed to find the whole world mildly annoying. The jars in his hands sloshed with murky fluid, and inside one floated an un-beating heart.
Seeing her last chance, Adrenna darted from the shadows, her form a blur as she rushed past the children and into the shadow cast by Enoch. The abrupt movement made him stumble, and one of the jars slipped from his grasp. It hit the floor with a crash, glass shards flying everywhere as a lifeless heart and a dark liquid spilled out.
The other children froze, their eyes shifting between Enoch and the broken jar. Miss Peregrine's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, studied him closely. Everyone knew what had happened—Adrenna had escaped into Enoch's shadow.
Enoch's expression darkened, irritation flaring up as he bent to retrieve the spilled heart with his bare hand. He felt a strange presence as if someone was pressed right up against him, yet no one else seemed to be near. He was about to open his mouth to shout when a faint whimper reached his ears, a sound so delicate it hardly seemed human.
"P-Please... It's scary," the voice said, the words as fragile as glass.
Enoch's head jerked up, his eyes darting around. He scowled when he saw Millard's hat hovering by itself, realizing that meant Millard was present—naked, no less. His gaze flicked to Hugh, who looked equally bewildered, then to Olive and Emma. His frustration simmered just below the surface, ready to spill over.
Miss Peregrine's calm voice broke the silence. "Enoch, do you happen to see anything unusual? Or perhaps... feel anything?" Her eyes twinkled with a knowing amusement. Enoch opened his mouth, prepared to release a tirade, but the soft voice spoke again, its tremor unmistakable. "Please... I don't w-want to be seen."
Letting out a heavy sigh, Enoch grumbled and fixed the reaming jars in his hold, the heart laying on top of the rest, his movements deliberate. "No," he answered simply, his voice edged with annoyance as he turned and walked away.
Miss Peregrine didn't press him further, merely watching with a small, satisfied smile. The other children exchanged puzzled looks, clearly understanding that Adrenna had hidden herself within Enoch's shadow. It left them all with a sense of wonder—and a touch of confusion—about why Enoch, of all people, had decided to keep her secret.
As Enoch continued down the hall, the weight of Adrenna's presence was palpable, like a heavy cloak draped over his shoulders. He didn't acknowledge it, didn't flinch at the sensation of someone breathing against the darkness he cast. But beneath his usual irritation, there was a flicker of curiosity—something he hadn't felt in a long time.
As Enoch walked down the corridor, the commotion of the mansion faded into a distant hum. He turned the handle of his bedroom door, pushing it open to reveal a space that felt more like a laboratory than a sanctuary for sleep. The air was thick with the scents of preserved specimens and the mustiness of long-forgotten dust, enveloping him like a well-worn cloak.
His room was a chaotic blend of science and the macabre. Shelves lined with glass jars filled with various human parts—each meticulously labeled—lined the walls. Some contained curious eyes, others preserved limbs floating in murky liquids. The cluttered surfaces were adorned with open books and scattered papers, each detailing intricate sketches and notes of his peculiar research.
A collection of dolls, their features unsettlingly lifelike, sat in various poses, some missing limbs as if they were the results of his gruesome handiwork. The skeletal remains of small animals, remnants of his scavenging, lay carelessly amidst the disarray.
In the center of the room stood a surgical table, its surface marred by stains from countless experiments. A desk cluttered with tools and instruments awaited his attention, the tools glinting menacingly in the dim light. Tucked in the corner was a small bed, the covers rumpled and unmade, and a single wardrobe that appeared to be as neglected as its occupant. The curtains covering the lone round window were drawn tight, blocking out any light and plunging the room into near darkness, save for the faint glow of candles flickering against the shadows.
Adrenna felt an odd sense of safety in this room, a sanctuary hidden away from the prying eyes of the other peculiar children. The moment Enoch stepped inside and closed the door behind him, she slipped from his shadow, her form merging into the chaos of his space. She darted to a shadowy corner, blending in with the darkness and debris, observing him intently.
Enoch paused for a moment, sensing a shift in the air, a faint chill running down his spine as if someone had brushed past him. He dismissed the feeling, turning his attention to the jars lining the shelves. He began organizing them, methodically placing each one in its designated spot.
The silence hung heavily in the room, broken only by the soft clinking of glass against glass. Yet, the absence of conversation nagged at Adrenna, a frown forming on her lips as she wondered why he hadn't asked her anything—why he didn't seem the slightest bit curious about her.
