I’ve read so many of your posts and am awed by your writing! You write so detailed and I can tell the effort you pour into writing! You really nail characters and their personalities!
(Note: If you can’t write Enoch could please due sick male reader with hannigram or something with Bill and Stu with Y/N (together)?)
(note: male reader plz)
HE'S ONLY NICE TO YOU
enoch o' connor x male reader
authors note: I surely can! Enoch, for me, is kinda of a comfort character because ever since I read the books in middle school, I've always found his character so interesting and complex. He's a boy who came from another loop and is sooo misunderstood. Anyways, I just wrote this on a whim because why can I totally see this happening?
synopsis: The kids accidentally break one of Enoch’s prized creations and, terrified of his temper, beg you to tell him instead.
You knew something was up the second you walked into the parlor and saw every single kid in the house lined up like they’d been caught in the act. Hugh was avoiding eye contact. Olive was fiddling with her gloves . Even Bronwyn—sweet, gentle Bronwyn—looked like she’d rather be anywhere else.
“What did you do?”
A chorus of “nothing” went off, which only confirmed your suspicion.
Emma sighed, stepping forward like she’d been nominated as spokesperson. “Okay, so something of Enoch’s may have gotten…broken.”
Your stomach sank. “Broken how?”
Millard’s voice chimed in, “The how isn’t important—”
“It is very important.”
Claire piped up from the back, “It was the little music box he made. The one with the skeleton that dances.”
You groaned.
The kids exchanged quick glances, and before you could say anything else, Olive blurted, “We thought maybe you could tell him?”
“Why me?”
Bronwyn shuffled her feet. “Because, well, he doesn’t yell at you.”
“He yells at me all the time.”
“No, he doesn’t.” Hugh muttered under his breath.
You pointed a finger at them. “You’re all insane. This is Enoch we’re talking about. Enoch.”
Emma crossed her arms. “Exactly. Which is why we need you.”
It didn’t take long for you to realize there was no escaping this, not when all their guilty faces were practically pleading with you. So, with a deep breath, you headed down to Enoch’s workroom.
“Come in.” his voice drawled when you knocked. He was hunched over his workbench, fiddling with a doll’s porcelain face. He didn’t look up until you cleared your throat.
“Uh…so…” you began, rubbing the back of your neck, “there’s something I need to tell you.”
His eyes finally met yours. “Go on.”
You braced yourself. “The kids accidentally broke your music box. The one with the dancing skeleton.”
There was a long pause. You could almost see the moment his jaw tightened, his fingers stilling on the doll. Normally, this was where the storm would hit, but instead, he sighed softly and set the doll down.
“Was it an accident?” You nodded. “Then it’s fine.”
“...It’s fine?”
“Yes, Y/N. It’s fine.” He leaned back in his chair, shrugging like this was no big deal. “I can make another one.”
You waited for the sarcasm, the cutting remark, but it never came. Enoch just looked at you, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them, like the whole thing really was no trouble at all.
“Well, okay then,” you said slowly, still half in disbelief. “Uh, sorry anyway.”
He smirked faintly. “You don’t have to apologize. Just tell them to be more careful next time.”
You didn’t even make it to the kitchen before you were ambushed. “So?” Olive demanded.
You blinked. “So what?”
“He didn’t yell at you, did he?” Hugh pressed, buzzing faintly with bees as if they were in on the gossip.
“No…?”
Emma grinned like she’d just solved a mystery. “Told you. He’s got a crush on you.”
Your face heated instantly. “What? No. Absolutely not.”
Bronwyn tilted her head innocently. “Then why didn’t he get mad? He gets mad when I so much as move something an inch.”
“Because it was an accident!” you protested.
“Uh-huh,” Millard’s disembodied voice said. “Sure, and next you’ll tell us it’s totally normal for Enoch to smile at someone for more than two seconds.” They all stared at you with smug, knowing expressions.
things I'd like to see if Ransom ever decides to make a third trilogy
In an interview from after DoDA came out, Ransom mentions that it's not out of the question he might make a third trilogy. If this does in fact happen, there's certain things I feel like need to happen at this point or else we'll all just be really sad.
-More character development for Claire and Noor. Claire doesn't appear much and Noor's good development got stunted the second she and Jacob became a thing.
-Jacob learning how to create Soul Jars and having slight hollow traits as part of him for the rest of his life (eg. black blood or sharper teeth). Now that there aren't anymore hollows, his peculiarity would need to focus on other things.
-Jacob and Ricky reuniting! Ricky only appearing in two books was truly a tragedy.
-An exploration of what Peculiardom is like in Canada, Latin America, and Oceania. The series mainly focuses on Europe, the second trilogy dives a bit into the US specifically, and Museum of Wonders implies European Peculiardom is very similar to that in Asia and Africa. But what about the rest of the world? There's a Polynesian door (I forget to where specifically) in the Panloopticon briefly mentioned in LoS, and Emma sends Jacob a photo of two Peculiar girls from Latin America at the end of the same book, but that's it. I'd love to know more.
-No new love interest PLEASE make Jacob take a break from dating for a bit. He's better as friends with both Noor and Emma anyway.
-Emma getting therapy
-More exploration into how Lily+Millard and Horace+Juliace would work as relationships. Hopefully they'd be better than whatever Jacob's love life is lol
-An story behind Syndrisoft and other aspects of modern Peculiardom.
-Pereckoo yuri I mean a deep dive into their friendship
-Millard getting a degree from online university (and letting his friends do his makeup whenever a professor makes him turn his camera on)
-What happens to American Peculiardom now that the gang leaders have no power over them?
