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Salt and snow

Pairing: Enoch O'Connor/Jacob Portman

A/N: This is set in an au of mine where Jacob lives with Mrs Peregrine at the childrens home after the death of his grandpa. It is a bit longer than usual and it's kind of rushed, but I hope you like it. Also, I still don't know how to add a cut off so if this fills up your dash, I am so sorry.

Summary: fluffy bits and pieces from a day in the life of Jacob Portman

Jacob gently rose to consciousness, like a fish surfacing from the bottom of a pond. He felt Enoch's warm breath against the back of his neck and sighed contently. He loved mornings like this, limbs tangled, wrapped under soft blankets to hide from the chilly air. He turned over just a bit, so he could look into Enoch's face. His eyes were closed, his dark hair crumpled from sleep, the ever present dark circles around his eyes were a little lighter, his mouth was slightly open and he was snoring lightly. Jacob wanted to curl up further into Enoch's arms. He felt loved when Enoch held him close like he was afraid to lose him. He had to get up though, because if he didn't get up, then Enoch wouldn't and they would both be late to breakfast. He huffed and shoved the heavy blanket aside, hurrying over to shut the window. Enoch groaned and threw his arm over his eyes. He always left the windows open. Jacob was pretty sure Enoch did this on purpose so that he would have an excuse to snuggle with him. You would think that Jacob would be the clingy one, but no. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a shirt and a pair of pants. Slowly, over the course of four weeks, Jacob's things had migrated to Enoch's room. He was glad that Enoch didn't share a room with anybody. Now the white dresser that was once half full of Enoch's things, was also half full of Jake's things, along with the left side of the closet and the top of the bookcase. A couple odd rocks, a hawk feather, and some pretty bits of broken glass, were what Enoch fondly referred to as Jacob's knick knacks. That was the contents of the top of the bookcase, the first shelf was filled with Enoch's favorite novels and informational texts, the second shelf, closest to the ground, was filled with empty jars. After dressing himself for the day, Jacob crept back over to the bed. He nudged Enoch's shoulder, before leaning over and putting his cheek against Enoch's. He grumbled, blinking groggily. Jacob giggled and kissed his cheek, whispering a soft, "good morning, grumpy." Enoch huffed before, getting out of bed and stumbling over to the dresser to get some clothes.

Breakfast was as routine as every other day. All the children chattering quietly while eating, Jacob holding hands with Enoch under the table, Emma and Olive sharing little looks, and a happy atmosphere filling the room. After everyone had finished their food and put away their dishes, they scattered throughout the house to work on their chores. Jacob's was to sweep the hallways, along with keeping Abe's, now his, room clean and tidy, not that it was hard since he was hardly ever in there anymore.

After chores was lessons, then after lessons was lunch, then the children had most of the day to just play or do whatever until dinner. This was when Jacob was usually found in the basement, either helping or hindering Enoch with his experiments. Currently Jacob was curled up in Enoch's lap while he lazily read through a book, Jacob didn't know what it was about. His face is pressed into Enoch's neck, taking in the scent of smoke, dust and faint formaldehyde. It's definitely a smell to get used to, but Jacob doesn't think he can live without it now. Enoch was holding the book in one hand, absent mindedly carding Jacob's hair through the fingers on his other hand. Jacob loved it when Enoch played with his hair. It made him feel calm and safe. Enoch rested his chin on the top of Jacob's head and breathed in deeply, before mumbling a soft, "your hair smells like salt and snow." Jacob sighed, for someone so dark and brooding Enoch could come up with the most innocent and random things. "That's a nice thought." He whispered into Enoch's neck. Enoch thinks for a moment before he starts whispering what he's reading to Jacob. Among all of Enoch's little quirks, this had to be one of Jake's favorites. Whenever Enoch was reading anything and Jacob was with him, Enoch would just start reading out loud, in moments like these he whispered because he didn't want to disturb the quiet atmosphere. "Theresa is practicing a time honored coping mechanism; objectification. For those who deal with human corpses regularly, it is easier, and I suppose more accurate, to think of them as objects, not people. For most physicians, objectification is mastered their first year of medical-," Jacob didn't mind hearing about or seeing dead things anymore, but he stopped listening to Enoch's words and just listened to the quiet lilt of his voice. He loved Enoch's accent. He leaned back and absent mindedly fiddled with the collar on Enoch's shirt. Enoch stopped reading and looked down at Jacob, just taking in the features of his face. He pressed a tiny kiss to Jacob's nose and said, "I like how you smell, I want to smell it on everything I own." Jacob pressed their foreheads together and smiled.

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Late nights in the basement

*NSFW*

Pairing: Jacob Portman/Enoch O'Connor

A/N: this starts out pretty heavy with smut right at the beginning. There is hair pulling, rough sex, getting caught, and the promise of a gag, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Top Enoch and bottom Jake btw.

Summary: Enoch and Jake are "messing around" in the basement, but Jake accidentally screams and they get caught, kind of.

Word count: 489

Enoch yanked at Jake's hair as he pounded into him from behind. 

The top of his legs and his hips slapping against the back of Jake's soft thighs. 

Jake throws his head back and moans like a fucking pornstar. 

They are on the couch in the basement, so he's not worried about the noise. 

But even so, Jake is getting pretty loud. 

He only gets louder when Enoch brushes against his prostate.

"Holy shit." Enoch curses at how tight Jake is, it took him forever to prep his hole. 

Jake's pinned underneath Enoch. 

Jake is pushing back against his thrusts. 

Enoch gripped his hips tighter and slammed into him, directly into Jake's prostate. 

Jake arches his back and screams as he cums, Enoch claps his hand over Jake's mouth but not before it's too late. 

"Fuck!" he curses, knowing that everybody in the house heard that. 

He tucks himself back into his underwear, pulls his and Jake's pants up, sprints over to his desk, tosses a book to Jake, who barely manages to catch it. 

He opens a couple canisters of formaldehyde to disguise the smell and sits down in his chair, slouching over the desk to make it seem like he is working on something. 

He glances at Jake as the door opens, he is upright and he is looking at the book. 

If Mrs peregrine is extremely tired, she might just skip over the details of Jake's hair being mussed up, a hickey barely peeking up over the collar of his shirt, which Enoch is glad he has been able to smooth out. 

And those were just the signs on Jake. 

Mrs Peregrine has stepped fully into the room and is giving them barely concealed confused looks, which shows just how confused she is. 

Good, Enoch thinks, if she is this confused, she might not realize what they had just been doing.

After a moment Mrs Peregrine speaks, "Are you alright Mr Portman, Mr O'Connor?" 

Enoch speaks before Jake gets a chance to. 

"We are fine Mrs Peregrine, is there cause for us not to be?" He asks feigning puzzlement. 

Mrs Peregrine plasters a smile on her face, 

"No, no reason at all, I just thought I would come check." 

"Well as you can see, we are fine, thank you for your concern Mrs Peregrine."

 She went to leave the room but paused at the door, " Don't stay up too late boys, you need your rest."

And with that she left and closed the door behind her. 

Jake let out an audible sigh of relief, then he got a nervous look on his face, seemingly recovering his wits. 

"Do you think she could tell, do you think she knows?" 

"If you keep acting nervous, she'll definitely be able to tell. Next time I let you talk me into this, we're using a gag."

Jack just grinned because Enoch said there was going to be a next time.

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Jealous

Pairing: Jacob Portman/Enoch O'Connor (hollowheart)

A/N: this is just a random idea I had that I felt the need to write down, hope you like it. Warning it's really short.

Summary: Enoch sees Emma try to hold Jacobs hand and gets jealous, fluff ensues.

Word count: 551

Jake is standing in a corner of the backyard with Emma and Horace, talking.

Emma has been plastered to Jake's side ever since he showed up.

It makes Jake uncomfortable, but he's too polite to ask her to stop.

It annoys Enoch immensely though.

Emma might think that Jake fancies her, but she obviously can't tell the difference between interest and politeness.

Enoch notices Emma's hand move down to wrap around Jake's, who tucks his hands in his pockets.

Oh hell no, he thinks, he has had enough of his sister trying to steal his boyfriend.

He gets up and stalks over to Jake.

"Hullo, Enoch." Horace says politely.

Enoch moves to stand on Jake's other side, the one that Emma isn't clinging to.

He snakes his arm around Jake's waist.

A slight blush covers Jake's nose and cheeks, making him look even more attractive.

Horace's eyes widen at the display, but he says nothing.

Emma however narrows her eyes and huffs, glaring daggers at Enoch.

Enoch doesn't pay her any heed, just amiably joins in the conversation.

Emma seems to know that this is a fight she isn't going to win and stalks off.

Horace is talking about a dream he had recently, one about getting a custom suit from the queen.

Enoch tunes him out.

Jake was nodding, and giving replies here and there.

Enoch found himself staring at Jake's red lips, oh, how he wants a taste.

Why not?

I mean it's not like he hasn't been in trouble with Mrs P before, and that was if she even found out, which Horace was a twit, but he wasn't a snitch.

After carefully considering the consequences and coming to the conclusion that he didn't care in the slightest, he went for it.

Jake wasn't expecting Enoch to suddenly spring upon him like that and he bent backwards a little.

The kiss was awkward at first, lips pressed against lips at an odd angle.

Then Jake realised what was happening and straightened up, and clung to Enoch's shirt front.

Enoch grasps the back of Jake's head in his hand and presses into the kiss harder.

He was just about to slip his tongue in Jake's mouth when he heard someone clear their throat.

He turns to see Horace looking uncomfortable.

"As entertaining as this is, Jacob and I were having a conversation, Enoch."

He pulls away from Jake and says, "Well I doubt Jake found it more entertaining than me, but by all means don't let me stop you from droning on about fabric."

Horace looks taken aback, before turning on his heel and stamping away, huffing.

You could hear him shout in the distance, "It's more than just fabric! You uncultured swine!"

Enoch turns back around to look at his boyfriend.

Jake was blushing furiously and his mouth was open slightly, giving Enoch a glimpse of the gap in his teeth, he didn't know why but he absolutely loves Jake's imperfect teeth.

He grinned at the fact that they were alone, in one of the most secluded spots outside, and at the fact that he could make Jake look so disheveled in a matter of seconds.

Jake lunges back into the kiss, knocking Enoch flat on his back, he just laughs and presses their lips together once more.