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Dreamers // Enoch O'Connor by Lola_the_Dreamer
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Ashlyn Wainwright is a peculiar with an odd combination of peculiarities: She's hallucikinetic, cardiokinetic, and amokinetic. In summary, she can find out what people love and fear and conjure images of it. When her old loop gets attacked, she is saved by Miss. Peregrine. Ashlyn struggles with controlling her powers, as often while she creates images of what people love it turns into what people fear. She is advised to become more stable and secure in herself. To do that, she needs support. She accidentally becomes good friends with the local dead-riser, more commonly known as Enoch O' Connor. Or, maybe it's more than friends? __________________ A Miss. Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children fan fiction. Thank you for reading x [Completed on March 3, 2019] __________________ Thanks to @rzvenclzw for inspiring me to write this x __________________ Best Rankings: #1 under 'Enoch' - December 14, 2018 #1 under 'EnochO'Connor' - December 20, 2018 #1 under 'FinlayMacMillan' - January 14, 2019 #1 under 'MissPeregrinesHomeforPeculiarChildren' - June 25, 2019 #1 under 'MissPeregrine' - January 20, 2019 #1 under 'HughApiston' - August 28, 2018 #1 under 'EmmaBloom' - November 4, 2018 #1 under 'VictorBruntley' - November 15, 2018 #1 under 'BronwynBruntley' - September 05, 2018 #1 under 'FionaFrauenfeld' - August 28, 2018 #1 under 'OliveAbroholosElephanta' - August 18, 2018 #1 under 'ClaireDensmore' - August 28, 2018
Home || Enoch O'Connor by joyfullyours
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Having grown up with someone like Jake Portman, I've grown up preparing for anything. Well, almost. So how did I, an outcast from 2016, land up back in the year 1943? How did I, hotheaded and blunt, meet a boy from 1943, who was just as temperamental as I was, or even more so? How did I fall for him? Even that, was beyond me. We were as different as the sky and the earth. As far away, never meeting, never seeing on the same level. But even on days, the sky cries, and its tears reach the earth. Then, perhaps, the sky and the earth meet.