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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As Enoch quietly approached, his steps light on the floor, he took in the unusual sight with a mix of surprise and something uncomfortably close to affection. He stood in the doorway, frozen with surprise.
Adrenna, sitting on his bed, not hidden within her shadows but fully visible, clutching a teddy bear to her chest. The twins had curled up against her as if she were a familiar presence in their peculiar world. One had a small arm draped over her waist, his porcelain mask resting against her shoulder, while the other was clutching her arm with a quiet possessiveness.
He'd never seen the twins so content, especially with someone new. They were notorious for their guarded nature and aversion to strangers. But there they were, sleeping as if they'd done this a thousand times before, their tiny forms nestled close to Adrenna like they'd found a place they belonged.
It was a sight that tugged at Enoch's carefully controlled heartstrings—seeing her out in the open, unhidden and real, with those peculiar children who had unknowingly accepted her into their peculiar little family.
Enoch quietly unfolded a blanket and draped it over the three of them, taking special care to cover Adrenna's bare shoulders. She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open just long enough to catch a glimpse of him. For a brief moment, she seemed startled—her gaze darting between Enoch and the twins who clung to her. But when she met Enoch's eyes, the tension melted away as she saw the small, rare smile on his face.
"Sorry," she mumbled, barely awake as she adjusted the teddy bear in her arms. "I... didn't mean to fall asleep."
"Don't worry about it," Enoch replied in a low voice, glancing at the twins to make sure they were still asleep. "I think you made some friends." He nodded toward the twins, who were now huddling closer under the blanket, as if reluctant to let go of the warmth Adrenna provided.
Enoch suppressed a smile, noticing that Adrenna had seemingly forgotten she was present. They were now conversing openly, no longer in the shadows.
Adrenna managed a faint smile, her eyes still heavy with sleep. "I didn't think they'd... come back." She glanced at the door as if still surprised as her mind recalled the memories of how she and the twin got to here. "I wasn't sure what to do... so I just... let them stay."
Enoch's smile faded slightly, replaced by a contemplative expression as he moved back to his desk. "You did fine," he said, almost absentmindedly as he began to clean up the remnants of his last experiment. "The twins... they don't trust easily. You must've made an impression."
The words were casual, but there was a hint of curiosity in his tone, a question unspoken. Why had she captivated the twins so easily when they hardly tolerated anyone else? And why did he feel a strange comfort in knowing she was here, in his room, even while he worked?
Returning to his task, Enoch kept an eye on them from the corner of his vision. He found himself distracted by the image—Adrenna asleep, her guard lowered, and the twins snuggled up against her. It was an oddly domestic scene, one that made his usually grim and macabre surroundings feel less suffocating.
Enoch's attention wandered from his work, his gaze drifting back to the bed every few moments. It was strange, seeing Adrenna so unguarded. She was usually elusive, retreating into the safety of her shadows or keeping her distance from others. Yet now she lay sprawled on her side, holding the twins close as they nestled into her warmth. The sight softened something in him, though he would never admit it.
He turned back to his desk, trying to concentrate on the jars of preserved specimens, but his thoughts kept circling back to the image of the three of them bundled together. Even the usually eerie glow of his collection didn't hold the same fascination; the contents seemed lifeless and dull compared to the peaceful tableau on his bed.
Just then, the faint sound of a bell echoed through the house, signaling supper. Enoch frowned. In this loop, Miss Peregrine had moved supper earlier. He glanced at the bed where Adrenna remained asleep, now curled on her stomach, one arm draped protectively over the twins. They had somehow shifted positions again, the two of them tangled together with Adrenna as if trying to get as close to her as possible.
For a moment, Enoch considered waking them. But the way Adrenna murmured softly in her sleep and the twin on her left stirred, reaching out to clutch the fabric of her dress as if afraid she might disappear, made him reconsider. He didn't have the heart to disturb them.
He lingered at the side of the bed, a faint smirk touching his lips as he watched the three of them. It amused him how Adrenna seemed to move constantly, her limbs shifting into a new position every few minutes.
Each time she did, the twins would wake briefly, still half asleep, and adjust to fit more snugly against her. It was a sort of wordless dance, a clumsy, sleepy choreography that made Enoch's chest tighten with a peculiar kind of warmth.
At one point, one of the twins opened his eyes and met Enoch's gaze. The child stared at him, his expression hidden behind the porcelain mask, yet Enoch could almost sense the question in the air—What are you doing here? He raised an eyebrow in response, and the twin simply snuggled back against Adrenna, too drowsy to pursue the thought any further.
