(( this is based on the MOVIE renditions of the characters )) A fanfiction between you, the reader, and the adorably edgy Enoch! Just to make it clear- I've given the reader a peculiarity of telepathic communication; she can talk to others privately using her mind. They can only respond if she speaks to them first and they're making eye contact :]

Good and evil Ying and Yang Light and dark Angel and devil One cannot live, without the other. And sometimes the devil isn't always bad. Sometimes the angel isn't always good. Read and follow along the story of Angelica Nightingale and her peculiarities. Through love. Through loss. This is her story. Based on Movie of MPHPC.

"Today was the day, my parents had finally given up on me, and I wasn't sure how to feel about that." Ever feel like your own mind, your own body, is keeping secrets from you? My name is Eden Moore, and I'm not scared of spiders, or snakes, I'm scared of me. Of what I can do, even if I have no idea what that is. Yet. ... [Enoch O'Connor Fanfic] [Movie Characters, Book plot] [All rights go to Ransom Riggs and Tim Burton] First book, please tell me if there is any mistakes!

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 ! + "I was living with the hopes that we'd become more than friends," I found myself saying. "At least when he was alive, the chances of us being together was in the realm of possibilities. Now it's just - he - well..." "Was never yours?" I nodded belatedly. "Never mine." ✧ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄. Fem!Oc X Enoch O'Connor Harry Potter X MPHFPC ↳ Contains death and violence. ↳ No smut. ✧ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃. DEC. 10/21 ✧ 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. #1 finlaymacmillan (DEC. 16/21) #1 hollowgast (JAN. 6/22) #1 nevermine (JAN. 19/22) #1 fionafrauenfeld (SEPT. 6/22) + 𝐀/𝐍 pls don't forget to leave votes, as it lets me know whether or not i'm doing well with my story. tenk you ♡'･ᴗ･'♡ +

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.