#enoch o conner

[theducklingart]

Emma Bloom Headcanons by Duckling_

1. Family (Canon)

Father

Mother

Julia her sister

2. Appearance (Kinda Canon??)

When I picture Emma i think of some while blonde chick with green eyes.

I think her hair would be in a low and her eyes a dullish green bit bright. She's pretty pale and pasty.

I think she would wear just a plain long gray dress and some black maryjanes with white socks.

3. Realtionships (Some canon)

Miss Peregrine. is pretty much her mother at this point.

Abraham Portmen. Ex. Lover that she probably still loves even though she says she's over him.

Jacob Portmen. Ex. Lover again. But she definitely used him.

Bronywn Bruntley. These two are like the lesbian moms or sisters.

Millard Nullings. He's like a little brother to her but she can't see him and panics everytime she thinks she lost him.

Enoch o, Conner. The annoying mean little brother to her but they have bonding times with each other.

4. Headcanons (Some actually facts)

She's 16 (88)

Cis Female, Heterosexual

She's 5.7ft tall

She doesn't really like modern time

She accidentally burns people sometimes then feels really bad about it if it's someone she cares about deeply

The only person she misses in her actual family is her sister

Very judgemental

Bossy

[jxmimac]

Ok so last night I had a weird ass dream about Enoch o Conner, but before he was found by an ymbrine and joined a loop etc, and I don’t know if anyone has watched this (it’s a British children’s/teens programme) but I dreamed that he lived in the foundling hospital out of ‘hetty feather’ and was friends with Mathias and all that lot, and I dreamed that he was best friends with Vince (which I’m sorry but that would SO HAPPEN they’d be and unstoppable force) and for the most part of my dream it was just him and Vince making fun of Mathias and Gideon and it was literally just the first few seasons of hetty feather but with Enoch in there with them and I think it’s the best thing my brain has ever made

And for a second when I woke up I thought was a genius because the years matched up too but I looked it up and it turns out hetty feather is actually set like 20 years before Enoch was born but we can ignore that bit because who cares

[hxney-lemcn]

Closed Off — Enoch O’Connor x implied fem! reader

Summery: Enoch opens up to reader.

tw: None

a/n: This is based off the movie cause the book version of him is a literal child.

wc: 1k

Master List 

I was a ymbryne in training. My name being (y/n) nightingale. My teacher was Ms. Peregrine and she was very thorough in her training. She made sure I was on time for everything. She made sure I was the one to reset the time loop every night and if I didn't I would have a major scolding.

The children loved me. Even though they were much older than me they still acted young and innocent, probably because in mind and heart they were. Everyone was warm and welcoming...except Enoch. Oh was Enoch rude and mean. He was very closed off. Yet I seemed to nearly break through his shell. I was so close. Yet something was holding him back and I think I knew what.

The fact that I would have to leave to start my own loop kept him from opening up to me fully was the problem, I could tell. He would 'tolerate' my presence when we hung out. I would talk about myself sometimes to clear the silence but most of the time we were quiet.

"You must be on time Ms. Nightingale," Ms. P scolded me. I had missed the time mark last night for rewinding the loop and Ms. P was making sure I knew it. "If you don't your loop will continue forward and that would not be opportune. The children under your care would want to live a normal life which we both know very well can not happen."

I nodded silently looking down at my boot clad feet.

"I need to hear that you understand," She spoke firmly.

"I understand my mistake would have grave consequences Miss Peregrine," I said softly. I knew I made a major mistake that if I had my own loop would be dastardly. I know I need to start being more responsible and do my job correctly. Otherwise I won't be able to become a full fledged ymbryne.

"You are dismissed," She sighed out. "And keep in mind if you keep making the same mistake I may consider you unfit for the role of ymbryne." My worst fear confirmed. If I don't become a ymbryne I would look like a fool and failure in peculiar history. I clasped my hands together and left her office. I made my way to my room and closed the door behind me. I looked into the mirror in my room and stared at my reflection. (E/c) eyes staring back to me. My (h/c) pulled up. My long dress nearly hitting the floor and the (f/c) brooch pinned under my neck. I looked like a strict ymbryne but I already felt like a failure.

My eyes took in all of my features, my hair having pieces sticking out slightly, and my dress was wrinkled as I had to get ready quickly this morning. I was snapped out of my thoughts as I heard a small thumping noise at my door. I turned away from the mirror and opened my door. No one was on the other side until I looked down and saw a clay homunculi staring up at me.

I picked up the small clay figure. In one hand was a (fav flower), in the other a small note. I set the homunculi on top of my dresser and took the flower and note. Opening the note it read;

I have something I need to tell you. You can find me in the basement waiting. ~Enoch

I looked back at the (f/c) flower then at the homunculi. It sat lifelessly on my dresser, its purpose done. I put the flower in my slightly messy hair and hid the note in the top dresser. I walked down to the basement and just as he said he would, Enoch sat there waiting. His stature seemed like that of a timid and nervous boy and I was getting a bit concerned. The clacking of my slightly heeled boots alerted him of my presence and he turned around. The nervousness I saw before was gone and replaced with his typical pessimistic look.

"Hello Enoch," I said. "You wanted to talk to me."

He nodded his head, "Yes." Then it was silence. He didn't continue so I became confused and curious, what did he want to talk to me about?

"What did you want to say?" I asked rocking back and forth on my feet.

"When do you leave?" Enoch asked bluntly.

My eyes widened, I didn't expect such a question, "I'm not sure." He stared into my eyes like he was searching for something, anything, yet I'm not sure what.

"I..." He trailed off, like he didn't know how to word something. "I want to go with you."

A rush of surprise hit me as I wasn't expecting him to say something like this. I looked back into his dark eyes for some sort of reassurance that he wasn't joking with me or trying to crush me emotionally. I felt a small blush rise to my cheeks as he looked completely serious.

"Y-you do?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Did I stutter?" He said with a slight scowl, but also a blush.

"Why would you want to come with me and leave your friends behind?" I asked hoping he would say what I wanted him to.

He looked away from me and crossed his arms, having a hard time saying what he wanted to. I had a hunch about what he was going to say and I knew it would be hard for him to say it. So I would say it for him.

"Do you love me?" I asked walking closer to his taller figure. I noticed a fiery blush creep up his neck and coat his face. I felt a proud grin make its way onto my face, loving the effect I had on him. Once I got close enough to whisper in his ear I leaned up a bit and whispered, "Well I love you too."

Enoch was finally able to look me in the eyes as I pulled away from his ear. The look he gave me was one of vulnerability, love, and happiness. I sent him a shy smile and pushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear. Enoch hesitantly grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. Without letting go he walked me upstairs and to his room. Once again we sat in silence, but this time the air between us was sweet.

I seemed to finally fully crack open his shell.

[lesbianjackies]

U HAVE ENOCH O CONNER FICS !! I LOVE U💞

YESSS!! i'm also the only person ever who has emma bloom fics hahaha

[mxllardnxllings-blog]

Moodboard: Enoch o’ Conner

“They’ll hear you-and then we’ll all have something to cry about.”

[spicyfoodboi]

Inosuke with a reader who’s really obsessed with experimenting with demons? Like, she has different specimens of demons (prolly like fingers, toes, and all that). She probably doesn’t let a lot of people know about this, so only trusted people are allowed to know.

The demon scientist

Genre: fluff

Warning: manga spoilers!!

A hashibira inosuke x reader

A/n: hey yalls!! Been awhile since i wrote for inosuke so hopefully i do well this time! The door in my inbox is wide open so please don't be shy in requesting! Thanks anon for requesting, love you guys 😘 we go!

The discovery

After passing through the exam, you were under shinobu's wing.

You would do some missions and always bring back a piece of a demon you killed,

Maybe a tooth, an eye, a finger.

You bring it into your room for experimentation.

How does this part work, where does the venom come from etc.

You also discovered different demon antidotes while doing your line of work which made shinobu very happy.

You haven't told anyone what you do, only the residents of the butterfly estate know what you do.

That all changed when inosuke stayed at the estate.

You just came back from a mission where you gotten lucky to take only one of the demon's many hands.

You were greeted by kanao by the gardens, who waved at you.

While opening the limb with your scalpel, you hear shouting from the halls,

Your shoji opens and closes and you look up to see inosuke staring at your jars of demon limbs and medical tools.

He was about to run and tell, you explained to him (rather panicked) how this was your hobby and how you find out what the demon does.

He stayed in your room that day watching you work.

All the while, inosuke fell for you and asked for a deal.

He would bring you back a demon body part from demons he'd kill for a date.

A breakthrough

Then on, you started working with your new boyfriend, inosuke.

He was more than glad to help you bring home something from a demon.

He would walk into your room after a mission with a leg or a toe,

Which was more than enough,

You pay him with kisses, he's very happy with that.

Manga spoilers start now

When uzui took tanjiro, zenitsu and inosuke for a long term mission to find an UPPER MOON,

You were ecstatic, this could be a big breakthrough in your line of work.

You said your good byes and the waiting game begins.

After that big mission, he was gravely injured.

You didn't think about the experiments you stayed by his side at the infirmary.

You were the one taking care of him.

He almost got stabbed in the heart, nothing was more important than that.

Once he was in stable condition he handed you gyutaro's middle finger and part of make's sash.

You kissed him all over and hugged him.

Once he was fully healed, he watched you bounce around your room, experimenting on artifacts.

You couldn't stop saying thank you and i love you.

Don't worry, he said i love you back everytime.

There we go!! We are done 😊 i was really happy with this because it reminded me of enoch o' conner from miss peregrine's home for peculiar children novels and mei from bnha! I'm praying i did inosuke justice. My inbox is empty so please don't be scared to leave a request, i don't bite 😊 anyways, thanks for reading, bye byeeee ❤️😘❤️

My rules | masterlist

[mayor-nicola]

Day 45- Invent a personality type

I’d love more quite types like Sable that warm up to you as you progress more. It’d be nice to have relationships with villagers that developed more into their personality types as you got to know them better.

I’ve also always been a sucker for that reformed bad guy who can be kind of a jerk sometimes but is secretly nice and has a heart of gold (i.e Wolfgang, or Enoch O’ Conner from Miss Peregrines. Sorry, I just finished book 5 yesterday and my boi is all I can think about!) But I suppose the Cranky villagers have that covered. We need more cranks is what I’m saying! My villagers are too nice to me (I don’t want them to be like Game Cube levels of mean, but just mean enough)

[hxney-lemcn]

Jacob Portman

Young Love — Jacob Portman x gn! reader

Millard Nullings

Is This Love? (Pt. 1) — Millard Nullings x fem! reader | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 |10 | 11

Unbelievable — Millard Nullings x gn! reader

Midnight Confessions — Millard Nullings x gn! reader

Painting  — Millard Nullings x gn! artist! reader

Misunderstandings — Millard Nullings x gn! reader

Enoch O’Conner

Closed Off — Enoch O’Connor x implied fem! reader

[hxney-lemcn]

Midnight Confessions — Millard Nullings x gn! reader

Summery: Reader has a nightmare and Millard comforts them.

tw: Mentions of death and nightmares BUT IT’S FLUFFY I SWEAR

wc: 2k

Master List 

I was one of Miss Peregrine's oldest wards. Yes, even older than Enoch. In fact we were quiet alike in many aspects, yet very different at the same time. My peculiarity was nicknamed the touch of death. Which was pretty spot on with what would happen. I touch anything living and their life would slowly drain away. So from neck to toe I wore clothing that covered me so I wouldn't accidently hurt someone.

How did I relate to Enoch? You may ask due to the fact that our peculiarities are quite different, one bringing life and the other bringing death. Well simply put our attitudes. Except I was much more nice to the others. In fact the others loved me. Well they thought of me as their downer friend but loved me anyways. Which in return made me love them 10x more than they could ever imagine. I was grateful for Miss Peregrine bringing me under her wing. The other ymbryne's thought of me as a hassle so Miss P took it as her initiative to prove them wrong. I  would do anything for her and the other children.

I was sitting in the library reading a book I quite enjoyed. That being Frankenstein by Mary Shelly. Yet the distracting sounds of children screaming right outside of the door. I became slightly irked and stood up opening the library doors. There stood Enoch, Olive and Claire. Of course.

"Please be quiet," I said outload notifying them of my appearance. "I can't even hear myself losing the will to live."

The two girls who were hugging each other turned to hug me making me panic. But I calmed down when I remember that my long dress stopped them from my curse of a peculiarity. I looked at Enoch and gave him a dead stare.

"What did you do this time?" I drawled patting the scared girls heads, thankful for my gloves I had to wear.

"I was makin sure they don't steal my homunculi again," Enoch replied with a scowl.

I let out a sigh, "Girls don't steal things that aren't yours." I then returned to look at the slightly chubby boy once more, "And Enoch, don't be so harsh on them, they may be old but their minds aren't."

"They need to grow up," He said slightly spitting.

"You interrupt my reading one more time, this book will become a lethal weapon," I threatened Enoch tapping my book to his chest.

"You could kill me in simpler ways," I heard him mumble but decided to ignore it. Enoch walked off and I focused my attention on the two girls still wrapped in my arms.

"Go on you two," I sighed out letting go of them and patting their backs. "Go have some fun outside, play with Emma or something." They gave me one last hug before running off the opposite direction of Enoch. Before I could enter the library once more someone stopped me.

"Ah, (y/n)!" The familiar voice of Millard exclaimed. "How are you on this fine evening?"

"The same as every other day," I shrugged sitting once again wanting to just go back to reading.

"Frankenstein," Millard mumbled out. "A wonderful classic." This has been going on for days...or well you know. Millard has been staying by my side like a puppy and would try to talk about anything and everything. It was unusual since I was the only person he would act this way towards. It seemed like he wanted to get to know me better yet didn't know exactly how to do it. I found it endearing and entertaining. Sometimes it got annoying though.

"One of my favorites," I replied knowing that I didn't have the heart to ignore him.

"What would you say your taste in books is?" He asked out. My who let him be so adorable. I felt a tiny smile make its way onto my face.

I shrugged, "I enjoy fiction, mostly fantasy. Dark fantasy to be more specific." Millard then proceeded to give me a few recommendations which lead to large summary's and then him fawning over books he adored. I didn't mind. I liked listening to him talk about something he enjoyed. It was even better than reading and that's saying something. It went on like this till dinner. Which lead to our bed time.

Yet I had trouble sleeping. A nightmare that has haunted me for a long time came back and it was not pleasant in the slightest.

I was wearing the usual blouse and skirt that most women wore in the days I was a child. This damn day. I can remember it so vividly. The sun shining beautifully, telling me how even on the best of days, the worst of things can happen. Then the scene changed, same day except I was inside the small apartment my family lived in. The sun poured into the house like liquid gold. It poured over me and my older sister, who stared at me with dead eyes. Dead cold eyes. I felt water rush out of my eyes as I tried to let go of her but her cold dead hands were wrapped around me, not letting go. I let out chocked sobs as she spoke to me.

"Look at what you've done (y/n)," She groaned out. "This was all your fault."

"I-I'm so sorry," I cried out. "I didn't mean to! I didn't know!"

Instead of replying she squeezed me. Squeezed me till it felt like my body was about to burst. I let out a scream and suddenly I was awake.

A gasp escaped my lips as I sat up in my bed. I felt tears cascade down my cheeks. That awful memory resurfaced as I thought about what actually happened.  I tried to cry as quietly as I felt my body shake. I still wasn't over what happened, how I fist found out about my peculiar 'talent', and I don't think I'll ever get over it. At this moment I just wanted to have someone comfort me, yet that seemed impossible. I didn't want to bother anyone plus what if I hurt them? I don't want that to happen. I left my room quietly as my cries died down. The original place I wanted to go to was the kitchen but my body brought me outside of Millard's door.

I guess I saw him as someone I could go to. Someone I could be vulnerable in front of even if I haven't before. The way he made me feel accepted and wanted was something I haven't truly felt since my sister's death. I hesitantly knocked on his door and waited for a response, if I would even get any. It was very late at the moment. Yet I heard grumbling and the door creaked open. Surprisingly he was clothed in pajamas.

"(Y/n)?" Millard asked with a groggy voice. "What's the matter? Were you crying?!" I crossed my arms and looked down at the ground suddenly feeling self conscious.

"I-uhm," I stuttered out suddenly regretting my decision. "N-nevermind, I shouldn't have bothered you." I went to turn around but Millard stopped me before I could leave. He pulled me gently into his room. He sat me on his bed and sat next to me. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and kept me in a side hug.

"Y-you don't have to tell me, but know that you can always come to me for anything," Millard said seriously.

"Thank you," I mumbled resting my head on his clothed shoulder. This felt so right and I felt myself calm significantly. It was silent for awhile before I broke it, "I had a nightmare."

Millard stayed quiet which urged me to continue. "It...it was about how I found out about my peculiarity." I never told anyone. Only Miss P knew and the previous ymbryne I was with which was Miss Glassbill. I felt him tense, probably sensing that this was in no way good, not like he thought anything that made me cry would be good.

"I was with my sister," I started. "I got cut and she was bandaging it. There was no way I could've stopped what happened next. I had no clue I was peculiar or that I would be able to hurt people with just my touch." I felt my eyes water once more and it was hard for me to get out the rest of the story. Millard rubbed my arm soothingly and I took deep breaths and continued.

"I didn't notice that she was becoming pale. All I knew at that moment was that I felt the most energized I ever had been. It was too late when I realized what was happening. She died right of me and I'm the one who killed her," I felt my chest tighten and I covered my face with my hands. "It's all my fault Millard and I can never forgive myself for what I did!"

"Don't say that," Millard whispered out. "I'm sure your sister doesn't think that, she wouldn't want you to blame yourself. You had no clue the power you held and there was no way you could've guessed. I'm sure your sister is watching over you wanting you to move on and remember only the good memories."  

I felt so many emotions. It all came pouring down. Sadness, revelation, love, forgiveness. I felt so grateful for Millard at the moment.

"Thank you Millard," I cried hugging him strongly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you."

"I'd do anything for you," Millard said sincerely and tenderly making my heart beat irregularly. "I love you so much."

An overwhelming feeling of shock coursed through me. Which doubled when I felt his hand touch my cheek. I could feel myself absorbing his life force and I gasped out a nearly silent 'no'. I took his hand off my cheek as quickly as I could and I heard him gasp out in relief. I felt panicked as I heard him slightly pant.

"Are you okay Mill?" I asked  out hoping he was fine.

"I-I'm sorry about that," He breathed out.

"I'm the one who should be sorry," I replied covering the cheek that he previously held.

"You shouldn't be sorry about your peculiar," Millard spoke out.

"But it just hurts people I love," I argued.

"You just need to practice, I'm sure there's a way for you to control your ability," Millard explained very scholarly like. "And if I heard you right, its safe to assume that you love me back."

I felt my cheeks redden and I replied, "Y-yeah. I do love you Millard." I felt exhaustion overcome me as the need for sleep became abundant. I was about to stand up but Millard once again kept me in place.

"Stay the night?" He asked nervously.

"O-okay," I stuttered out. We laid down on his bed facing each other. I felt myself relax and my eyes closed sleepily. I felt a sudden peace hit me, like my sister was happy I was okay. I forgave myself for what I did to my sister, knowing she wouldn't want me to be so upset over it. I felt like I was on top of the world and nothing could pull me down. I knew it was dangerous but I wasn't thinking my next move through. I leaned forward slightly and gently placed my lips onto Millard's. He kissed back almost immediately and the astonishing part was that he was perfectly fine during and after. No life sucking out of him, no dying. I touched him and he was completely fine.

"Wow," Millard breathed out. I finally felt comfortable with my peculiar ability all thanks to Millard. I think I was able to subdue my ability due to strong emotions. It kind of explains the reason why my ability came when I was hurt, as a defense mechanism. I haven't touched someone after that (until Millard touched my cheek) but I also think that since I was so scared my ability was constantly 'on'. When Millard made me feel accepted and loved, that was when it turned 'off'.

Millard wrapped his arm around my waist and we slowly fell asleep. I felt the best that I have in centuries.