Peculiar Children Oneshots

Enorace - Comfort Me

Enoch's P.O.V.

"Stay put, dammit!" I took the clay soldier and plucked its head off. What a waste of a good heart, and all that work for nothing. I took the organ out and dropped it into a jar of lifeless hearts. I had been down here for hours on end, trying to experiment with different types of soldiers, but most of them either don't survive or get up and try to run away. I grumbled at the stupid homunculi and walked out of the basement.

Right as I reached the main hallway, I heard a gut wrenching scream from upstairs; Horace. He must be having another vision. I ran upstairs along with Millard, and we stopped in front of Horace's room, where Miss Peregrine and the rest of her wards were standing. He was sitting at his desk with his head is his hands, just trembling. He yelped once more and started mumbling uncontrollably, his eyes darting around the room. I got closer to him, trying to hear what he was saying, and so did the other children.

"They're coming. They're coming. Get out. Run. Get out, they're coming!" I wanted to shake him out of it, or even comfort him at least, but Miss Peregrine always instructed that we don't touch him until the vision is finished. He was scaring me, scaring all of us. Who was coming? Wights? Hollows? Jerries? Horace stopped abruptly and went rigid for a few seconds before he leaned back in his chair, his head lolling to one side. It hurt my heart to see him like this.

"Bronwyn," Miss Peregrine called. She nodded and picked him up from his chair and laid him down on his bed. "Alright, every one. There's nothing to fear, Horace will be fine," she announced. Even though I knew it was just another one of his episode, I was still worried for him. Every one seemed the same way, but left Horace's room to continue whatever they were doing. I wouldn't be able to focus on anything until I knew what happened and that he was okay. Why wasn't everyone else just as nervous? That was one of his worst visions, he never screams this much.

I slid down the wall outside of his room and waited for him to wake up, before Miss Peregrine patted my shoulder before walking off. She always acted like she knew something we didn't, which was most likely true, but what was it? I shrugged it off and took out a lump of clay from my pocket. I didn't have anything in mind, I was just mindlessly forming random shapes and figures for a while.

"What are you doing, Enoch?" I looked up at Olive and Claire.

"Waiting," I replied with a shrug and went back to forming the wolf I was trying to make. I was failing helplessly, though, it looked like a deformed turtle.

"Oh." They walked off and left me waiting. After 15 anxious minutes, I heard Horace moving around inside of his room. I stood up and waited a minute before gently knocking on his door. He cleared his throat.

"Come in," he replied. He looked embarrassed when I walked in.

"Feeling okay?" I asked and sat down on his bed. He nodded but I could tell he was worried. "What happened?" He looked down at his hands and sighed.

"Hollowgast. I thought you all were dead, but we survived," he explained, and he smiled as though to tell me everything was fine, although I could see a tear welling in his eye. His gorgeous light grey eyes. I had always cared a lot for Horace, more than the other children. I kind of accepted that I might havenliked him and didn't try to deny it, but what I did next surprised me. I kissed him. I leaned down and kissed him on the lips, but he didn't respond. I'm such an idiot, I ruined our friendship.

"Shit, I'm so so sorry, I don't know what got into me. I should've asked first, I'm so sorry Horace-"

"Enoch," he stopped me. "Do you like me?" He asked me with a smile tugging at the corner of his lip. I looked down, ashamed of myself, and whispered, "yeah." Horace took my hand and reached up and placed his lips on mine. I felt as if I had been electrified. But in a good way, of course. Before now, I have never kissed anyone, but it was perfect. I always disregarded love and all that mushy stuff, but will I ever love Horace? All this time I had thought it was for people who were too afraid of being lonely, but I was wrong, way wrong.

I reached up and placed my hands on the side of his face, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. It felt amazing, possibly the best I've felt in my life. I guess that wasn't saying much, though. I didn't ever want to pull away. Then I started to worry, was I a bad kisser? I don't think he's kissed anyone before, either. We definitely weren't the best at this sort of thing, but it didn't matter. I bit his lip teasingly and he giggled which melted my heart. Holy bird, he's adorable. I was about to move my hands to his shoulders, but the door opened and we jumped away from each other. And of course, Miss Peregrine stepped in the room. She gave us a glare.

"Being good, I suppose?" she warned us with her eyebrows raised. I gulped and nodded. Then, she smiled. "I guess I have to go prepare supper," and she left. My heart was beating a mile a minute, but my whole body suddenly relaxed and I looked down at Horace. And he hugged me tightly and said something that made me smile.

"I like you too."