Enoch O'Connor/Horace Somnusson
RAAAAAH 🔥🔥💥💥 The story has been decided
Honestly, enorace is probably my favorite ship..
It and jillard switch out every now and then
Set in Jacob's house after the third book since that's my favorite setting of all time
Can you tell I'm American by the dialogue???
Didn't know how to end it sooo forgetful Enoch I guess
EDIT... I READ THIS ON MY CHROMEBOOK AND I SWEEEEEEAR TO ALL PC READERS THAT THE NUMBERS WERE CENTERED
Summary: One Enoch tried to give Horace a gift and one time he succeeded.
It was a cold night in the broom closet where Enoch chose to stay in Jacob's gigantic house. The blankets were crowding him, and he just needed to escape.
Jacob had told him that the basement was also a place that he could go to work on his homunculi. Climbing out of the nest of blankets and pillows he had made, Enoch opened the door slowly.
He listened closely for any sign of footsteps and came up clear. His socked feet padded on the wooden floors. He was used to living in a space with toys all over the floor, so it was a relief not to have to watch where he stepped.
Now, Enoch didn't really want to work on his homunculi per say. He actually wanted to work on a gift that he had been conjuring up in his mind for a while.
Birthdays hadn't been celebrated for centuries in their original home with Miss Peregrine; but now that it was the present and all their clocks were reset, they could finally have the glory of birthday parties.
It was March third. March fifth was his.. something's, Horace Somnusson's, birthday. He supposed that Horace thought that Enoch was his best friend; he certainly acted so, but Enoch thought something more. Something he could never say.
So, obviously, he was going to make Horace a gift. Stupid, stupid Horace who always got red in the face whenever Enoch did something for him. Enoch didn't understand one bit why he couldn't just take the generosity and laugh at it. Meanly.
He never understood kindness or generosity until he met Horace, anyway. The boy had so much love to give, even to Enoch, that it was sickening. That's why he was trying to repay the ugly gift.
He downed the stairs two at a time, trying to get down quickly but silently. Nobody could catch him making a gift; he'd never hear the end of it.
He quietly opened the basement door, creeping past various sets of tools and the damaged car that they still hadn't replaced after they sent Jacob's parents on vacation. It's not like they planned to let them come back.
"Finally." Enoch whispered, coming to an empty work bench.
He pulled materials out of his pocket which consisted of: black fabric, white fabric, some random assortment of sewing materials from Jacob's mom's room, clay, and a flower. Oh, and a mouse's heart. Just the essentials.
He stumbled with the fabrics, poking himself with the needles a few times, but it got done nonetheless. He held it up with two fingers carefully. A small, horribly sewn suit that was made to fit on a homunculus.
Yes, that's right, his gift to Horace was going to be one of his little army men. Enoch grabbed a random cardboard box beside him and shoved the little man into it, closing the box hurriedly.
"Perfect." He chuckled with wiggling fingers.
Enoch decided he was going to give this gift to Horace tomorrow, so it could be more special than his other gifts. Jealous, yes, but it would pay off.
Now, he just had to wait.
Enoch woke up and cracked his neck from lying his head on the desk all night. He hasn't even realized he fell asleep. The banging from the cardboard box he shut last night blew him back to reality.
It's time for the gift of his life.
He trudged up the stairs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The box was thudding around in his hands; it wobbled him slightly. He spotted Horace in Jacob's kitchen, some of the others standing around him, hovering over the food.
Enoch stopped in the next room over, tapping his foot on the ground as he tried to find out a way to get Horace alone. A slow, evil smile spread on his face whenever he thought of his idea.
Reaching his hand out to the vase beside him, he knocked it over loudly. He suppressed a chuckle and his behind the corner, knowing Horace would come and check it out.
"What was that?" He heard a fiery, female voice ask.
"I'll go check it out. It is my house, after all." An uncertain voice said.
But it wasn't a good uncertain voice. It wasn't Horace. It was Jacob!
Jacob came into the room, and his eyes narrowed when he saw the vase, almost as of he knew that Enoch had been the one to knock it over.
Immediately rounding the corner, he spotted Enoch against the wall, looking guilty. Jacob huffed and crossed his arms.
"Really, Enoch?" He paused to run his temples, "What is wrong with you? What is that box?"
Enoch scowled and looked around the room to avoid Jacob's eyes, clutching the box tighter in his arms.
"It's a bunch of organs that I'm going to spread around your pillow tonight if you don't buzz off!" He spat angrily.
Jacob rolled his eyes, pointing the the banging box. "Whatever you say, but I don't think organs do that."
Enoch jerked the box away from Jacob's accusing finger and walked away, clambering up the stairs to his broom closet. He'll store his gift in there tomorrow. His gift will just have to be normal, he guessed.
Enoch sighed, grabbing the box out from its hiding place on one of the shelves in the broom closet and prepared to bring in down to Horace's room. He had one last chance to make his gift special.
He would give it to him before anyone in the house woke up.
Quietly closed the door and shushed the little homunculus in the suit before padding quietly down the hallway in his cartoon socks that used to be Jacob's.
Horace's room was on the right next to the bathroom. Enoch entered quietly, hoping he wouldn't be asleep.
Much to his delight, Horace say on the side of his bed as he looked in the mirror, fixing his hair. It was tussles, and he looked a mess, but something in Enoch really liked that mess.
"Hey!" Enoch whispered, crossing the room swiftly.
Horace jumped and looked at Enoch with a hand on his chest. "You had me petrified, Enoch! You need not do that ever again."
"I need not do a lot of things that I do."
Horace rolled his eyes, but he stopped whenever he saw the box that was thudding from the inside that's in Enoch's arms. His eyebrows raised slightly as he pointed to it.
"Are there organs in there?" Horace asked.
"I don't think organs do that." Enoch shrugged. "But it is for you."
Horace smiled and stood up from his bed. He took the box from Enoch, caressing the side. He had such a sincere smile on his face that it made Enoch want to puke.
Horace opened the box, and the grin got even wider. It seemed like it would stretch from ear to ear. He put his hand in the box, pulling out the fancy homunculus.
His cheeks got all rosy, and it made Enoch scowl even harder. The little homunculus wrapped it's little arms around Horace's long fingers in a hug.
"It's so cute, Enoch! I love him." Horace cooed.
Enoch rolled his eyes fondly. "I suppose you've already named him?"
"Not yet, but I definitely will." Horace giggled.
Enoch coughed a little to hide the smile that was spreading across his face unwillingly. Seeing Horace so happy had made something in his presumed dead heart start to flutter.
Horace looked Enoch in the eyes, and his grin lowered into a calm, still happy smile. "You know, despite your outward look on life, you're quite the romantic."
Oh yeah, he forgot. Horace has asked him out five days ago. Somehow he was always forgetting.
