A-Z ENOCH O'CONNOR

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DARE|DARLING (the darling one is going to be long af just forewarning you)

DARE
"Enoch! Enoch! Enoch!" The children chanted. "You ready?" You ask, as Enoch stands at the edge of the cliff shivering. "NO!" He yells.

"Okay! Let's do it!" You give him a shove and he falls. You follow soon after, grabbing him and snapping open your wings.

He screeches, holding on tight to you. He relaxes eventually as you begin to circle around.

"So this is what it's like to fly." He murmurs. "You see E? I told you you'd love it, you just have to DARE to do it."

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DARLING
"Enoch mind helping me with this? These are clothes from 2016." You say. It pains you, Abe has gotten so old, your beloved brother now looks old enough to be your grandfather.

You often visited Abe, your peculiarity being the ability to control the body clock, you would turn forward your body clock before freezing it and visit them.

You shove another pair of clothes into your bag, Enoch wrapping his arms around your waist. "Do I have to go?" He grumbles. "Yes. Yakob will be pleased to meet you. As long as you're not being a total ass."

"But that's part of my character!"

*

"Eno- What are you doing?" You shout as the smell of formaldehyde hits your nose. "Yakob and his family will not take well to having organs in their house!"

"I'm bringing my organs. And my clay." He says stubbornly. You sigh, there is no reasoning with him.

*

"Yakob! Daring it's me!" You shout, your voice croaky. "Grand-Aunt!" He shouts, catapulting himself into your arms. He peeks over your shoulder, "Who's that?" He asks, pointing at Enoch.

"This is my husband Enoch." You smile at the sweet little seven year old. Jacob wrinkles his nose, he lowers his voice to a whisper, "He smells funny, and he looks grumpy."

Enoch's face turns to a expression of outrage, "I will set a homunculi ar-" he begins, only to be cut off by you. "Enoch!" You cover Jacob's ears, "He's just a fucking kid! Go easy on him!"

"Aunt Y/N!" Franklin shouts, he had always liked you with your friendly personality.

"Frank," you smile, "I brought all of you gifts!" You pass Franklin a mug, made of clay which Enoch helped you make.

You pass Mrs Portman a painting of Cairnholm, you painted it yourself with Millard's assistance. "And for little Yakob," you hand him a homunculi and some snapshots.

"Thank you Grand Aunty Y/N!" You ignore Enoch's clearly annoyed self behind you. "Abe." You greet as he walks in.

You press a letter into his jacket pocket as he hugs you. "From Emma."

He straightens and sees Enoch. "Enoch." He says cautiously, trying to control his laughter at seeing him so old.

"Ah Yakob! What did she get you aye?"

"A clay doll and some pictures!"

"Ahhh, a clay doll, you must thank Mr Enoch for that, he makes the best clay things you'll ever see. I bet that mug you're holding Franklin was made by him too!"

"Yes it was." Enoch speaks up. "Holy fu-" he begins, this is his first time hearing his old man voice properly, you slap his chest. "No swearing!"

*

You throw yourself on the bed, Enoch sitting down beside you. You snap your fingers and your body clock reverse, both of you going back to teenagers in a instant. "Grand aunt can you tell me a sto-" Jacob stops at seeing the two teenagers.

"Shhhh! Don't scream Yakob."

"Grand aunt? Mr Enoch?"

"Yes."

"Grandpa's stories are real? You are Enoch O'Connor! Can you make me a walking doll?" Enoch sighs, "Alright then."

You laugh, ruffling his hair up, "You're such a DARLING." You lean in and kiss his cheek.

"Gross." Jacob makes a puking motion.