#horace somnusson x reader
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Hm maybe Horace from MPHFPC x Shy/protective reader where the reader always gets infront of Horace to protect him. Maybe the reader and (Any peculiar child) get into an argument over something and Horace protects reader this time.
❝ the two times you protected him ; the one time he protected you ❞
pairing: horace somnusson x reader
plot: you're always the one protecting horace. until one day he protects you too (set before jacob came in the loop)
content: people teasing horace, some arguing, enoch is insufferable (i love him though), fluff if you squint
word count: ≈ 1.6k words
ps: i hope you'll like it <3
As every September 2nd 1940, you were sat with Horace on a little white bench in the gardon, your sketchbook in your hands. When you were little, your wish was to become a tailor and when you came in Cairnholm, you found a friend who could help you: Horace. Except him, you were great friend with Emma, but that was it. Social relationships weren't really your thing: you always had trouble talking to people since you were a shy and introvert person.
"I need your help because I'm indecisive. My sketches may be subjects to change, okay?" you paused for a moment "I thought about doing a wrap dress just like Elsa Schiaparelli, do you remember?"
"Of course I do."
He went through the pages, nodding everytime.
"You did a beautiful work Y/N" he said while giving you back the sketchbook while you started to blush.
In forty (40) years, you had time to improve your drawing skills, and it really showed.
"It's not tha-"
Olive posted herself in front of you two, shade replacing the sun.
"Hello you two! The boys' balloon is stuck in a tree. They need your help Y/N."
"O-okay, I'm coming back," you said while getting up.
You put down your sketchbook on the bench, next to Horace. Olive took your place, beginning to talk with Horace. You headed towards Millard and Hugues, who were looking a the ballon, which was really high. Depending on who was available, it was either you or Emma who helped with high things. Emma could levitate; you had telekinesis.
"How did you even manage to do this, boys? you asked them, concentrating on the balloon that you unstuck, then slowly lowered.
"It was not me, it was Hughes" replied Millard.
"You're a liar, it was you! accused Hughes.
You only shook your head, a little smile on your lips. You gave them the balloon and headed back to where Olive and Horace were. Something was wrong because you could swear Horace was embarrassed, his lips were pursed and a pinkish shade could be seen on his face. Olive had a big smile on her face and you heard a chuckle coming from her mouth.
"What is happening here?" you asked curiously.
"I really don't know," Olive answered, emphasizing on the "don't".
"Olive, stop it. I know you did something. Leave Horace alone."
"Okay, I'll leave you too," she got up and left you alone.
You waited for a little bit, watching her leave. She turned around at least twice before she got out of your sight.
"What happened?" you asked Horace, a concerned look on your face.
He cleared his throat.
"Nothing, don't worry"
You went back to your conversation, yet Horace wasn't the same and you could feel he was still embarrassed about what Olive had said to him earlier, whatever it might be.
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You were currently in the middle of your daily walk, hand in hand with your other friend: Emma. You were talking about animals, one of the subjects she loved to talk about with you.
"You know, when I was a kid, I loved frogs and butterflies. I still do! And one day, my teacher asked us to draw our favorite animal. I didn't know what to choose between these two; I was so indecisive back then. So I decided to draw a frog and a butterfly," you began to tell your story.
"You drew a frog and a butterfly? These are two animals, not one."
"Well, it was... Because I drew a frog with wings and called it a frogerfly."
Emma chuckled. You loved her laughs, and they never failed to make you smile.
"A frogerfly?" she asked, trying to stop her laugh which was beginning to hurt her belly.
"Yes, a frogerfly! And it was a beautiful frogerfly Emma!"
"Oh, I can imagine that!"
You and Emma were caught up in your conversation. Yet, at a moment, you heard some ruckus and a voice shouting. You, Emma and Miss Peregrine, who was almost next to you, turned quickly, confused. Miss Peregrine had, in addition, a frown on her face. The voice you heard was none other than Enoch's, who seemed pretty upset. About what? Well, we never really know. Enoch always seems annoyed.
"Are you serious?" Enoch shouted.
You couldn't say anymore you didn't know who he was talking to. Indeed, everyone had stopped walking, all looking at the noise caused by Enoch. In front of him was Horace, a calm yet confused look on his face.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Enoch. Please calm down," Horace's voice was cut off again by an exasperated sigh Enoch let out.
"Stop lying and just admit it" Enoch made a step forward towards Horace.
"Enoch, please stop and care explain yourself" exclaimed Miss Peregrine, everyone now was looking at her, except for Enoch who was still looking annoyed at Horace.
"He knows really well" answered the concerned.
"In fact, I don't. Please, enlighten me," replied Horace, his voice extremely calm as Enoch huffed in annoyance.
You went towards them.
"If you won't say what happened, leave Horace. And stop opportuning our walk please," your voice was pretty calm despite the fact that you were talking in front of everyone, who were nodding at your statement.
"It's weird how you always have something to say when it comes to Horace, isn't it? Enoch asked you rhetorically before heading towards Miss Peregrine as your cheeks reddened.
Fortunately, nobody said anything about the comment Enoch had just made, and you could never thank them enough for that. Yet it was true: you had always something to say because he was your friend. Even if your relationship was considered as friendship, you didn't have friendly feelings towards him but rather more romantic feelings.
You all continued your daily walk as if nothing happened. You were now talking with Horace; Emma was trying to talk to Enoch who stopped talking for the rest of the day. So she went to Olive instead, not wanting to disturb you and Horace.
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You were currently in the library, searching for the next book you were going to read. Forty (40) years after the beginning of the loop, there were still books you've never read. After some time, you finally decided to read The War of the Worlds, by H. G. Wells. A science-fiction novel. Not your favorite genre, but you liked reading, and one of your objectives was to read the entire library before the twentieth century would come to an end.
You heard someone some steps in the corridor and directly figured out who it was.
"Hello Y/N..." a little voice spoke behind your back.
"Hello Bronwyn," you turned to her. "What do you need, my sweet Bronwyn?"
She loved hearing this nickname in your mouth, and she smiled.
"Could you come in my bedroom? My teddy bear is on the wardrobe, and I can't reach it," she said to you while you frowned a little bit.
"Why is it on your wardrobe?" you let down The War of the Worlds on one of the shelves.
"I think he climbed on it during the night," you couldn't help but smile when you heard her words.
"Oh, of course. Why didn't I think of it earlier?"
You followed her in the corridor when Miss Peregrine's voice call you out.
"Y/N, could you please bring this jar of formalin to Enoch? He forgot it."
"Yes, of course Miss Peregrine."
You took the jar and went upstairs, Bronwyn in front of you. When arriving on the second floor, you headed to Enoch's experiment room, as you called it, while Bronwyn went in her room, waiting for you. Enoch wasn't in his room, so you decided to put down the jar on his table. You walked in the room, not really confident in entering the experiment room while Enoch is absent. But he wasn't really absent.
"Y/N! What are you doing?" a voice shouted at you.
It startled you, almost dropping the jar on the floor. You turned to him, who was standing at the door.
"I- Miss Peregrine told-" you tried to explain but he interrupted you.
"I don't care. You don't have the authorization to come in."
You frowned, confused.
"I didn't know we needed an au-"
"You're the only who need an authorization"
You couldn't say you weren't hurt at his words. Even though you weren't friends, it was still awful to hear this from a person you had to live with for eternity. You simply put down the jar on the table, causing a loud clash. He made a step towards you.
"What is happening? Is everything alright Y/N?" you heard a voice behind Enoch.
This voice belonged to Horace, and you couldn't help a little smile on your lips.
"She-" began Enoch before being cut off by Horace.
"I am speaking to Y/N, Enoch" his calm voice soothing you.
To say Horace's sentence shut Enoch up is an understatement. He was too baffled to answer back. You only shook your head negatively, looking at him while Enoch, as always, huffed in annoyance.
"Come Y/N, let's head to the garden and leave Enoch with his bad temper," he said while offering you his arm.
Some red appeared on your cheeks and you pursed your lips. You nodded and headed towards Horace.
"I have to go to see Bronwyn before," you remembered.
After giving back to Bronwyn her teddy bear, you spent the rest of the day with Horace in the garden, arm in arm. He reassured you about Enoch, telling you to ignore him. Your afternoon was full of joy. You had taken your book and were reading to Horace, who was listening to you, a smile on his face, and watching dreamily.
#miss peregrines home for peculiar children x reader#horace somnusson x reader#horace somnusson imagine
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hi! I would like a match up for mphfpc please!
I’m 5’4, white and American. I am Homosexual and use he/they pronouns. INFP-T. I tend to wear darker clothing, going from wearing a 1920s suit to alternative styles I guess? I like reading and music. i play a couple instruments.
my peculiar trait could be electricity
Thank you so much!
𝐈'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧.
OKAYYYYYDOKEY
• If feel like you and Horace give off the same vibes and would probably be a really cute couple. Like three-peice suits and pianos and poetry and just being a generally all 'round aesthetic couple.
• Okay, going suit shopping together as a date. Adorable. Like he's dressed in gold and beige and your in grey and silver. Like matching but not matching.
• You would probably constantly be defending Horace whilst the other peculiars complained about how high his standards where ~ "Honestly Horace, we don't need to see another dream about shopping !" "Shut up, at least he has standards and doesn't go around dressed like a homeless carrot." *slightly electrocute someone* ~
• Also. Compairing favourate music peices. Everyone's outside, except Enoch who's in his room, and you and Horace are taking it in turns to play different songs on the piano and on other instruments.
• Everyone beileves you have a hard time properly controling you peculiarity, except Horace who is just sending you disaprooving looks are you 'accidentally' send an electric shock to someone as you pass them ~ "Ow !" "Oh, sorry Olive. It was and accident, i'm not have the best day, got a headache y'know." "Oh, don't worry. It's fine honest" *stumbles away as her boots carry on giving her electric shocks* *turns to find Horace giving you a side eye* "What ?" "You're a child." "Aw, thanks." ~ Or when you flicker the lights to scare Claire and Bronwyn. He didn't notice you doing anything since he was reading a book, but next thing he knows, the two gurls are running out of the next room screaming ~ "What have you done this time ?" *cackles* ~
• Your dates mainly take place in the Libary or wondering around town, dragging him into small shops whilst he complained that there wasn't anything worthy of him wearing. But he carries on shopping anyways because it makes you happy, which it good enough for him.
#matchup up#mphfpc match up#mphfpc#miss peregrines home for peculiar children x reader#horace somnusson#horace somnusson x reader
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I Will Always Be With You
Peculiar Reader/Miss Peregrine (platonic)
Very angsty Miss P/reader prompt. Miss Peregrine sacrifices herself for her children.
Warnings: heavy angst, violence, major character death
Also, I have a mixture of the book/movie versions. Everyone is their book version apart from Miss Peregrine. Eva Green will always be my Miss P <3
It was a day like any other, or so I thought. The other children and myself were enjoying the day, spending much of it outside. I was stepping on the rope that kept little Olive from floating away while sketching her and the ocean scene behind her. She was laughing and holding her arms out as the wind blew her hair wildly, her eyes closed to keep herself from being blinded by the sun. I smiled as I worked on capturing her cheerful expression on paper. Emma and Bronwyn had joined Millard, Hugh, and the twins in a rowdy game of football, Olive in charge of fetching the ball from a nearby tree or hedge when one of the older children, usually Hugh, kicked it just a bit too hard.
“Come on, Hugh, just because you’re losing doesn’t mean you have to be a poor sport!” Millard exclaimed after Hugh had managed to kick the football up into a hedge for the fourth time.
“Me? A poor sport? Poppycock!” Hugh retorted, shrugging coyly. Olive giggled and tugged on the rope, motioning for me to loosen it so she could float over to where the ball was stuck at the top of a dinosaur-shaped hedge. She stretched her little arms towards it and picked it up. She turned around and gingerly dropped the ball down in front of Millard. He scoffed at Hugh before picking it up and running back over to the makeshift football field.
“Y/N I think I want to get down now. It’s almost supper time!” Olive yelled down to me. I lost track of time and hadn’t realized just how late it was.
“Okay, just a minute!” I called back up to her. I had strayed a ways away from where Olive’s lead shoes were laying in the grass. I picked up the rope and dragged Olive with me over to our original spot. I began to shorten the rope, pulling her close enough to fasten a shoe onto one of her feet. She then sank just enough to where I could hand her the other one.
“Thanks, Y/N!” she chirped just before putting on her other shoe and skipping off towards the house. I began putting my drawing stuff away into my bag. Before I could sling it over my shoulder, I heard Miss Peregrine calling us in for supper.
“Come now, children, it’s already 5:32!” I heard her shout. Two minutes late may not have been much, but to an ymbryne that was as bad as an hour of tardiness. I jogged towards the door. Miss Peregrine gave me a disapproving look.
“Sorry, Miss P! To be fair, I haven’t been late in thirty four years!” I pointed out. She let a slight smile tug at the corners of her mouth and then shook her head at me. I squeezed past her and found my place at the dinner table. Miss Peregrine was unusually quiet during our meal. Normally she liked to start a polite conversation about everyone’s day, but instead kept her head down and picked at the food in front of her. I caught her gaze a time or two, but couldn’t quite read the emotion on her face.
After dinner was over, I helped clear the table while the rest of the children got ready for movie time. Miss Peregrine and I stacked the plates without speaking, the sound of hard porcelain clanking together the only thing there to break our silence. I carried my pile to the kitchen sink, where my ymbryne stood waiting to wash them. I placed them on the counter and stood next to her awkwardly for a moment, eventually working up the courage to ask her the question that had been bothering me all evening.
“Miss Peregrine, is something wrong?” I watched her face carefully for any change in expression. She remained stoic.
“No, dear, everything is fine,” she answered, not even moving her focus from the dishes in front of her.
“Miss P, I know when you’re lying. Lying is highly uncivilized.” I mimicked the quote she always used on us when we were caught being untruthful. She smiled and paused for a minute, finally tearing her gaze from the task at hand.
“Well, miss Y/N, you are correct about that,” she admitted, holding back a light giggle. You nodded and gave her a knowing look, hands on your hips. She dropped the smile on her face and sighed heavily.
“I just…have a bad feeling about today. That’s all.” She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, indicating it was a senseless reason to be stressed. But I knew better. Miss Peregrine’s intuition was hardly ever wrong. I stared at the floor for a moment, my mind running a mile a minute trying to come up with a reason for her bad feeling.
“Really, it means nothing. I haven’t a good reason to feel this way, so I don’t want any of you to worry about it. Do you understand?” She shot me a stern look. I knitted my eyebrows together in disagreement.
“But, Miss P, you’re never wrong about anything,” I countered. I knew I could get away with more than the others when it came to Miss Peregrine. I could tell she had a soft spot for me, though, she would never admit it. She claimed to “care for each and every one of us equally.” I watched her try to keep her expression rigid, but eventually she couldn’t help the grin that took over her face yet again.
“While I appreciate the faith you have in me, even us ymbrynes are wrong from time to time.” She placed a slightly damp hand on my shoulder squeezing lightly, her piercing blue eyes regaining the spark that seemed to be missing just a few moments earlier. I decided to drop the subject and nodded my head at her. I helped finish the dishes without another word.
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It was just before reset. We were all getting ready for bed before walking outside to watch. I perched myself on the edge of a chair in front of the large mirror placed in the far corner of my room, brushing my long, brown hair and struggling to put it in a loose braid. Usually, I would ask Miss Peregrine to braid my hair for me, but I didn’t want to bother her since she’d had such a stressful day. At this point, my hair was beginning to resemble a nest more so than actual hair. I was on my third attempt when I began to hear rattling throughout the house. The chair I was sitting on shook, and my reflection in the mirror wobbled. The pictures on my wall swayed dramatically from side to side. I gasped and jerked my head to look behind me as one of them fell, the glass from the frame shattering into a million pieces. I stood up abruptly and threw open the door to the hallway. Miss Peregrine was frantically gathering everyone and sending them down the stairs.
“What’s happening? Is it the bombs?” I shouted over the loud boom coming from outside. But even I knew there was another half hour or so before they were due at reset. Miss Peregrine stopped and looked at me. She shook her head, eyes wide with fear.
“No, it’s the wights and their hollows,” she said almost too quietly for me to hear. My heart sank. The very thing we tried to hide from for over sixty years had finally come to take us. I stood frozen, chest heaving as my breath quickened. My head swam and I could only hear muffled shouts coming from Miss Peregrine, who was trying to get me to move. A particularly violent explosion from outside shook the house and knocked me to the ground. After several seconds, I shook my head and saw a hand extended in front of me. I grabbed onto it and the the ymbryne pulled me to my feet then took my face in her hands.
“Are you alright?” She asked, checking me over for wounds. I nodded my head and she sighed in relief, but only for a brief second before continuing to shoo us downstairs. I followed her and the others down to the parlor, where she shut the door and locked it. She told us to draw the curtains shut, so we did. She then looked at all of us, no doubt making sure we were all present.
“Alright everyone. I need you all to stay calm,” she announced, pulling herself together remarkably fast. We watched her walk over to the bookcase on the right hand wall.
“Bronwyn, can you help me move this please?” she asked as calmly as she could, the crashing sounds from outside the house still in full force. Bronwyn nodded her head, determined. With a grunt she moved the enormous bookcase over just enough to reveal a dark passageway. My eyes bulged in surprise. I never knew that was there in the many decades I had lived in that house, although I suspected that was on purpose to keep it a secret.
“Okay, I need everyone to make a single file line and follow Emma into this tunnel.” Miss Peregrine pointed to the dark passageway. Emma held a ball of fire in her hands and walked into the tunnel first, Olive and Claire following just behind her. I started to follow behind Horace, but Miss Peregrine grabbed my hand to stop me. She pulled me aside while the others pushed their way through.
“Y/N I need you to do something for me,” she pleaded, digging around in the pocket of her dark blue blazer. I nodded my head anxiously. She pulled out a silver pocket watch with ‘Alma Lefay Peregrine’ etched on the cover. It was the timepiece that allowed her to reset loops. She held it towards me. Miss Peregrine never separated herself from her timepiece. I shook my head and backed up a step.
“Why are you giving me this? Aren’t you coming with us?” I choked, tears pricked my eyes. Deep down I already knew the answer. She looked at me with glassy eyes, tears beginning to stain her cheeks.
“No, my love. The wights will never stop looking for me. None of you stand a chance if I come with you. I need you to protect this for the sake of everyone. If they get a hold of it and me, there’s no telling what kind of evil could be accomplished. I have to remove myself from it. My one duty as an ymbryne is to protect you all.” She let out a quiet whimper, failing to hold back her sobs any longer. I gingerly took the timepiece and put it in my robe pocket. I looked up at her, my tears flowing freely now. I jumped as a loud crash sounded from the front door. The wights broke through it. I trembled in fear. Everyone but Bronwyn had made their way down the tunnel. She stayed behind to wait for us so that she could move the bookcase back to its original position. Her somber expression and glassy eyes told me that she heard every word. I turned back to Miss Peregrine, shaking my head in denial.
“But, Miss Peregrine, we need you!” I exclaimed, still in disbelief. She pulled me into a tight hug as I sobbed.
“No, dear, I needed all of you. It has been my privilege to care for you. All of you,” she cried. I held onto her even tighter, not wanting to let her go. She was like a mother to all of us and it was heartbreaking to have to say goodbye to her, possibly for forever. She stroked the hair on the back of my head and cooed words of comfort into my ear.
“I love you, mum,” I whispered between sobs. She stroked my hair and I felt her shoulders tremble.
“I love you too, darling.” She pulled away from me. She held my face in her hands and wiped away the tears streaming down my face with her thumbs. She held her forehead to mine for a few seconds before pulling back and placing a soft kiss where our heads had just met. She sniffled, took a deep breath, then grasped both of my hands in hers.
"No matter where you are, I will always be with you." She gave me a weak smile and squeezed my hands one last time before turning to Bronwyn.
They exchanged goodbyes and a brief hug just as we heard banging on the parlor door. She hurried us into the tunnel and motioned for Bronwyn to pull the bookcase back to its original place. I looked into her eyes and only saw regret. She put a hand over her mouth and gave me one last glance before Bronwyn sealed the tunnel. I heard a loud bang, then shouts from the other side of it. The wights got what they came for. I tried pushing the bookcase back so I could save her, but it was too heavy for me. Bronwyn pulled me away and kept me quiet. She forced me down the tunnel and we eventually made it out the other side where the others stood waiting. The tunnel came out to the very front of the house, just beyond the pond that lay between us and the front door. The rain came down on us hard, soaking our hair and clothes within a few seconds. All the other wards looked at me and Bronwyn. Our red eyes and sniffling noses were enough to tell them that Miss Peregrine wasn’t coming. Emma covered her mouth in shock, some of the younger children started to cry loudly. I had to look away to avoid losing my composure once more. My eyes widened as I heard the bomber planes near us overhead. I touched the timepiece in my pocket and the realization hit me like a freight train. There would be no reset, and Miss Peregrine was still inside. I shouted and tried to run towards it, but Bronwyn and Emma held me back. We watched in horror as the bomb dropped and landed on the house, destroying it in one massive explosion. I stared in shock, shingles and pieces of wood flying in every direction. I stood there motionless, the fight completely leaving my body. No screams, no tears, nothing came out. I was completely numb as I watched the house, our home, go up in flames.
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With heavy hearts, and some of us still in tears, we headed down to the beach to get out the rowboats and escape. To where, we had no idea. Bronwyn, being the strongest both physically and mentally, made sure we all stayed together. She uncovered the rowboats and assigned groups of us to each one. We worked together to push them towards the water, when we stopped and listened. From a ways away, we could just make out a boat upon the horizon. I could hear laughter, and muffled voices. Male voices. Horace conveniently pulled a pair of binoculars out of his satchel. It almost made me feel bad for making fun of him for carrying those things around all the time. His breath caught in his throat as he made out the image before him.
“What is it Horace?” Emma asked, voice still weak from crying. He paused as he lowered his binoculars.
“It’s…the wights. They have something with them,” he stuttered out.
“And? What was it?” I snapped. He looked at me as if he’d seen a ghost.
“It was a peregrine falcon.”
#mphfpc#mphfpc reader insert#miss peregrine x reader#miss peregrine imagine#alma peregrine#mphfpc fanfic#miss peregrines home for peculiar children#emma bloom#bronwyn bruntley#millard nullings#horace somnusson#olive elephanta#miss peregrines home for peculiar children imagine#angsty#angst imagine
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MPHFPC MASTERLIST
Alma Lefay Peregrine
None :(
Caul Bentham
None :(
Jacob Portman
None :(
Emma Bloom
Fiona Frauenfeld
None :(
Hugh Apiston
None :(
Millard Nullings
None :(
Noor Pradesh
Enorace
None :(
Jillard
Joor
None :(
Jemma
None :(
#miss peregrines home for peculiar children#mphfpc#jacob portman#millard nullings#horace somnusson#fiona frauenfeld#hugh apiston#noor pradesh#emma bloom#emma bloom x male reader#emma bloom x y/n#emma bloom x reader#emma bloom x you#alma lefay peregrine#caul bentham#jillard#joor#jemma#enorace
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Enoch & Horace <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
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if you haven't guessed already, this is a mphfpc writing blog.
rules under the cut, lovelies <𝟑
requests: open
book only.
「 rules 」
headcanons only at the moment
if some of these feel familiar, my blog used to be mphfpc-stuff before I deactivated
╰› any ships are open, please specify if it's romantic or platonic
╰› x readers are open, please specify if it's fem/masc/gn reader and if it's romantic or platonic
╰› no smut whatsoever. no "aged up" or "adult characters" either. sorry not sorry
╰› any other genres are okay <𝟑
characters i'll write for — platonic
╰› ms. / alma peregrine
╰› jacob portman
╰› emma bloom
╰› millard nullings
╰› enoch o'connor
╰› horace somnusson
╰› hugh apiston
╰› fiona fraunfeld
╰› bronwyn bruntley
╰› victor bruntley {past tense}
╰› olive abroholos elephanta
╰› claire densmore
╰› ! i could also be missing some characters, feel free to ask if i do others
characters i'll write for — romantic
╰› ms. / alma peregrine
╰› jacob portman
╰› emma bloom
╰› millard nullings
╰› enoch o'connor
╰› horace somnusson
╰› hugh apiston
╰› fiona fraunfield
╰› bronwyn bruntley
╰› victor bruntley {past tense}
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🐦miss peregrine's home for peculiar children masterlist🐦
📚millard nullings📚
the girl in the mirror - millard nullings had always hated mirrors. that is, until your face started to be the one he saw in them. (fem!reader)
🫀enoch o'connor🫀
jealousy - enoch gets jealous when he sees you talking to jake. (fem!reader)
follow me - enoch sees a girl he's never seen before in cairnholm's bookshop. (fem!reader)
🔥emma bloom🔥
i'll love you forever - you can't take another day of living in a loop. unfortunately, that means you won't get to see your girlfriend ever again. (fem!reader)
living in denial - emma meets an interesting girl when she decides to break the rules, but you don't want to live in the loop. (fem!reader)
you're pretty - emma braids your hair :) (gn!reader)
🐝hugh apiston🐝
bee boys and shapeshifters - you've been trying hard to keep your shapeshifting abilities a secret, but after a particularly violent evening with your drunk father, the truth slips out. you run away from home only to meet a strange boy with bees living inside of him. (gn!reader)
#bronwyn bruntley x reader#emma bloom x reader#enoch o'connor x reader#fiona frauenfeld x reader#horace somnusson x reader#hugh apiston x reader#jacob portman x reader#jake portman x reader#millard nullings x reader#miss peregrine x reader#alma lefay peregrine x reader#alma peregrine x reader#olive abroholos elephanta x reader#miss peregrine's home for peculiar children x reader#mphfpc x reader
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Ice cream for breakfast
𝙰𝙽: I hope this is okay! I tried to make it a bit summer themed. After all, who doesn't like ice cream? Also, I hope it was romantic enough! I think it turned a bit fluffier than I'd hoped. Sorry! By the way, this song kind of reminded me of the fic!
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: none
𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Horace X Reader
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1055
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Y/n opened their eyes to moonlight streaming in through their lace curtains.
They tried to close their eyes, but after a while, it became apparent that sleep would not come.
They chose an outfit and padded down the stairs, careful not to wake anyone.
As usual, they found their best friend sitting near a window with a small cup of espresso and a book.
He looked absolutely beautiful in the morning light.
With his coffee nearby, he looked as if he'd come straight out of a Hollywood movie.
"Good morning, Horace" Y/n whispered. "I couldn't sleep either."
At that moment, Horace got a strange look on his face.
"Do you want to go on a walk?"
"Where?"
"We can decide on the way!"
"Of course!"
Y/n pulled Horace from his chair and the two tiptoed out of the house as quietly as they could.
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The sky was still an inky black with small swashes of purple and light blue just beginning to appear on the horizon.
They walked through the garden where crickets were starting to quiet down.
They then went through the cairn until they reached the village.
The two walked through row after row of quaint houses, pointing out the occasional cat that had fallen asleep in a flowerbed, or waving to fellow early risers, who were on their way to the market.
Y/n and Horace eventually circled back to where they'd began their walk.
"Do you want to go back?" Horace asked
Y/n sighed. "Not really" they'd been so caught up in talking with Horace, they'd hardly realized they were back where they'd began.
"Me neither"
Y/n realized another thing very fast.
They hadn't had breakfast.
Horace's eyes lit up "I know just the place"
He grabbed y/n by the wrist and the two ran through the village
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They eventually stopped at an adorable shop painted pastel blue.
Y/n looked up at the sign.
"Ice cream? For breakfast?
Horace merely smiled.
"If the bird finds out, She'll kill us, so don't mention this when we get back. Can you do that Y/n?"
They laughed.
"What she doesn't know can't hurt her"
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The bell on the door tinkled as the two exited the shop, giggling madly, carrying the largest strawberry sundae either of them had ever seen.
"So," Horace mumbled "Where do we want to eat breakfast?"
Y/n's eyes lit up as they glanced towards the pebbly shore of the beach nearby.
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They pulled Horace towards the shore and the two bounded to the beach,
Once they reached the sea, they both stopped.
The sun was beginning to rise and the stars were still out.
Birdsong filled the cool air and the smell of flowers just beginning to bloom mixed with salt made the moment feel like it was straight out of a fairytale.
They sat down, placing the sundae between them.
At that moment, Horace grabbed y/n's hand.
"Y/n, I'm sorry if this is a bit abrupt, but I want to say something."
He took a deep breath in and continued.
"I don't mean to shock you, I felt like I needed to tell you. we've been friends for a while now, but I've realized I like you. More than a friend. I suppose this is me asking you out, gosh I hoped I'd do it with more grace and if you'd rather we stay friends, that's perfectly fine,-"
Y/n cut him off "Can I kiss you?"
he nodded
It felt better than any they'd ever had. It was sweet and gentle, as if it had come straight out of a story book.
A few moments later, the two were breathless and dizzy, yet smiling, As if all their dreams had come true.
They had, to some degree.
"Does this mean...Are we..."
"Dating?" Horace asked
"Mhmm"
"If you'd like" he whispered with a cautious smile
Y/n smiled.
"I would love it"
Horace clasped their hand in his and the two lay back on the beach.
The sun had risen more and had made the already humid day even hotter.
It was at that moment that y/n remembered something.
They cast a glance at their ice cream sundae which had suffered a rather unfortunate fate.
"Oh no" they mumbled.
It had, for the most part, become a puddle of strawberries and sprinkles, only a small chunk of ice cream floating defiantly in the middle had remained cold.
"Cheer up, darling! It's still good. Who doesn't like melted ice cream? I think it's better when it's like this."
"Really?" Y/n side eyed Horace.
"Don't look at me like that, it's not too strange"
Y/n eyed him suspiciously "You and your ice cream soup are so weird"
"You call it soup like it's a bad thing"
"Ice cream soup? Yes, It's a bad thing!"
"Well, I like it." Horace dramatically turned away from y/n as he popped a strawberry in his mouth
Y/n gave him a playful shove.
"don't make me spill my ice cream soup, y/n!" he yelped.
They giggled "Alright. Well, I'll won't...If you kiss me again."
"I suppose I could manage that"
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Horace had finished his ice cream.
It must have been at least seven in the morning and the sounds of the village could be heard over the crashing waves.
"We should probably go back before The Bird gets worried" Y/n mumbled.
Horace sighed "All I want is to be here with you, I wish we could stay here forever."
They rested their head on his shoulder.
"I do too"
"I'd even eat ice cream soup if it meant staying here for a while longer." Y/n added
Horace whipped his head around to face them.
"You know, If you were anyone else, I would throw you in the sea"
"I do, darling."
That gave y/n an idea.
"Let's go swimming!"
Horace stared at them as if they were insane. "But my suit!"
He gestured to his outfit which had already gotten quite wrinkly from the pebbles on the shore.
"Come on! It'll be fun! I'll help you make a new one when we get back home. "
He sighed as y/n pulled him towards the waves.
After all, it couldn't hurt if they spent a few more hours there.
"We have all the time in the world, let's make it fun!" his partner yelled as they dashed into the salty water.
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Masterlist
A/N: I have gone through my blog and deleted all posts that didn’t have a lot of notes. I will leave all stories and posts that have done well on the blog, even if I don’t write for the character anymore.
* - Smut
! - No Longer Write For
Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children
MPHFPC “Fan Cast”
! Jacob Portman, Victor Bruntley
! Victor Bruntley Mood Board *
Hugh Apiston
! Hugh Apiston Mood Board *
Enoch O’Connor
Millard Nullings
Millard Nullings Mood Board *
Electricity in Our Veins *
! Horace Somnusson
! Horace Somnusson Mood Board *
Harry Potter
Harry Potter “Fan Cast”
! Neville Longbottom, Viktor Krum
! Neville Longbottom Mood Board *
Young!Sirius Black
Inappropriate *
Young!Remus Lupin
Inappropriate *
Draco Malfoy
I’m Always Here
! Fred Weasley
Scorpius Malfoy
You’re My King and I Your Queen *
Oh Shit *
! Teddy Lupin
! Marvel
! Pietro Maximoff Mood Board *
! Loki Laufeyson Mood Board *
! Tony Stark Mood Board *
! Steve Rogers/Captain America
! Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
! Twilight
! Emmett Cullen Mood board *
! Carlisle Cullen Mood board *
! Don’t Make a Sound (Paul Lahote) *
! Jasper Hale
! 1861-65 It Intrigues Me
! 1861-65 It Intrigues Me Pt 2
! Who I Love Isn’t My Choice
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Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children | MASTERLIST
ENOCH O’CONNOR
IMAGINES
Entertainment Dolls
Summary: Enoch enjoys making his dolls do tricks for the other kids in the loop. (Y/N) enjoys it just as much.
Like I Do
Summary: Enoch gets jealous and decides to show his girlfriend that no one could treat her like he does.
Play Date
Summary: Enoch was only gentle and considerate when they were in bed and (Y/N)’d had enough.
HORACE SOMNUSSON
IMAGINES
A Late Night Visit
Summary: (Y/N) secretly goes to Horace room every night to help him avoid nightmares, but one night he wakes up and catches her there.
MILLARD NULLINGS
IMAGINES
Love Is Such a Mess
Summary: (Y/N) tries to distance herself from Millard when she notices her growing feelings for him and that doesn't go unnoticed by him.
EXTRA
HEADCANON
Being a peculiar in Miss Peregrine’s Home would include
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Gentleman | Horace Somnusson
Summary: Horace can’t sleep, nothing unusual, but this time he isn’t alone.
Request: Could you please do a Horace x reader? You can write whatever you want for him, the boy just needs more love 🥺
Warnings: older horace (like 17/18), i love him. best boy.
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Horace always liked thunderstorms.
Even as a child, when he was stuck in his bedroom, when the beginning rumbles would begin in the distance, Horace was by the window pulling the curtains back.
The almost deafening pounding of the raindrops hitting the roof tiles, rattling the shutters, windowpanes streaky with the pouring of water down its surface. Nothing was better than opening the window after the storm had reached its peak and everything quietened down, smelling the damp air and feeling the cool breeze on his face.
He supposed it still had its grandeur, though the pull to fall asleep was almost unbearable.
Recently sleep had alluded him, more and more, until there were prominent purple circles under his eyes. The color in his cheeks faded, leaving him to look sickly. Try as he might, or how much he craved it, Horace could not sleep peacefully.
It was not nightmares from his peculiarity that plagued him.
And, really, there was no reason for him not to sleep. Horace was tired; it seeped into his bones and settled into his core until all he could feel was pure exhaustion.
When the distant rumbling had begun, the temperature dropping, Horace had hoped that the familiar symphony would lull him under a wave of sleep but it was no use. He was sitting underneath the large windows in the living room, watching the lightning crackle through the stormy clouds. Dimly aware that it was no longer night, but now early morning.
He felt your presence before he heard you, the quiet steps of your socked feet muffled by the storm.
“Horace...” You sleepily rise to sit next to him on the window ledge, head drooping to rest on his shoulder. “Everything okay?”
Horace should have felt grateful that you cared about him, enough so that you woke up every night to see if he was sleeping. Instead, he felt guilt that burned in his stomach. An uncomfortable heat that spread until his entire body felt flushed with dismay that yet again he took away from you the very thing he so craved.
“No, I’m sorry for disrupting your sleep.”
You smile at that, because of course Horace would apologize for something silly that he has no control over. Your fingers wrap around his, thumb softly rubbing circles on his wrist.
“What’s wrong, Horace? Did you have a dream?”
Glancing down and seeing your sleepy eyes, looking ever so vibrant with the storm reflecting off them, Horace almost cracked and told you the truth.
It was not like he wanted to keep it from you, but he wasn’t ready. Not yet.
Things were still blossoming between you, fairly new - Horace would admit that he admired you for decades in the loop, though never expected for you to reciprocate feelings for him.
How could he tell you that fourteen days ago he had a dream about you; an older you, wearing a beautiful wedding dress, walking down the aisle - to him. He did look dashing, he remembered, looking dapper in his three-piece tuxedo and bow-tie. The peculiar family in attendance. Horace still remembers how he woke up with the biggest smile on his face, heart racing.
Seeing the concern on your face, the blatant worry, accelerated the feeling that he was betraying you by keeping this a secret.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. I’m just worried about you.” You lean up to press a kiss to his cheek. “Walk me to my room?”
The door creaked slightly, but no one in the house stirred, blissfully asleep. Horace tucked the blanket around your shoulders, brushing your hair out of your face. You reached for him sleepily, feeling the loss of his warmth. His heart beat faster at the sight, but Horace stood up with a gentle sigh.
Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he whispered softly, “sleep well, my darling.”
As much as he would love to stay the night, Horace was a gentleman and he cared too much for you to do something improper like sharing a bed with you before marriage. Though, he wouldn’t be entirely opposed to something that was a bit scandalous...like sharing a kiss.
If his dream was any indication, it was going to be sooner rather than later.
#miss peregrines home for peculiar children#mphfpc#miss peregrines home for peculiar children x reader#miss peregrines home for peculiar children imagine#mphfpc x reader#mphfpc imagine#horace somnusson#horace somnusson x reader#horace somnusson imagine#whew.....i should get paid for writng those tags#also i meant for this to be a drabble only but here i am an hour later with a whole ass fic.......my mind really went for it#i highkey love this#thank u thunderstorm that woke me up today and inspired this
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Imagine Horace coming to you when he can’t sleep
There was a soft know in your door. You groaned and rolled out of bed, almost falling on the floor. You opened the door to see Horace standing there, rubbing his arms sheepishly.
“I don’t mean to both-“
“Come lay down with me,” You interrupted. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I, uh not really?” He seemed kind of shocked. “How did you know?”
You shrugged, pulling back the covers on your bed and inviting him to lay down again. He did so, but he laid on his back, staring at the ceiling awkwardly. You sighed and pulled him to you, making him the little spoon. He tensed up before relaxing and sighing.
“Thank you, Y/N.”
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MPHFPC ANNOUNCEMENT
Hi guys,
I’ve made the very hard decision to put all my writing for MPHFPC on hiatus for now. It’s become very hard for me to write anything for the fandom and given that I haven’t finished the book series yet, I don’t think I should write anything until I’m caught up to speed. I know that there are a lot of requests in my inbox for this fandom and I’m so sorry, but I want to be able to put out content you guys will enjoy.
For now, my blog will mainly be a marvel blog, so feel free to send in requests for marvel characters in the mean time!
Love and appreciate y’all
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Enoch: Did you just suddenly grow a set of balls?
Horace: I’ve always had a set of balls, you’ve just never seen them!
Y/N: ...that is about the gayest thing I’ve ever heard.
Y/N: And that's coming from me.
#enoch o'connor#enoch o'connor x reader#miss peregrines home for peculiar children#stay peculiar#peculiar children#mphfpc#horace somnusson
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Stand by Me Masterlist
This is a book with an OC x Millard Nullings
An Explanation
Chapter One ~ Where it Began
Chapter Two ~ Hollow
Chapter Three ~ The House of Peculiar
Chapter Four ~ The Not So Grand Reveal
Chapter Five~ Weary Forgiveness
Chapter Six ~ Secrets
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Late night (Horace Somnusson x reader)
Let’s start this blog off with a little drabble shall we ;P And it’s gotta be Horace because this child needs some love.
Word Count: 1157
Pairing: Horace Somnusson x Reader
Request?: No
Warnings: None
Extras: Reader’s peculiarity is that her singing sends people to sleep and her kisses (generally forehead) give good dreams
You found yourself once again ambling down the halls of the house, moving slowly from door to door with a soft murmur of a song brushing through the air as you went along your daily routine to check on everyone as they slept. You could find no use for your peculiarity during the day, so you spent the earlier hours of the night helping the others sleep before heading to your bedroom to rest yourself. No one knew you did this, since you waited until the entire home slept to begin your duties, which allowed you to wander through the house without being disturbed. You found yourself at the other end of the house, in front of Horace’s door. You’d always held a soft spot for the small gentleman, and knowing that his dream-state premonitions often led to the most horrid nightmares, you’d made a habit of checking up on him more than once before sleeping to ensure he was okay. You opened his door – for the first time that evening – with a small creak, and shut it behind you again. You turned around to be met with a small earthquake. Horace’s duvet and pillows were scattered across the floor, along with any items of his bedside table that happened to be within reach of his flailing arms. Horace himself was tossing and turning in his sleep, a twisted image of fear sketched across his face as he struggled against nothing. You move over to him slowly, a look of concern growing on you face. You couldn’t get close enough to kiss away the nightmare, without either getting slapped or waking him up, so you resorted to singing to him softly in order to deepen the sleep he was already in and bury his current nightmare. You sat on the edge of his bed, defending yourself occasionally from flailing limbs, letting your voice fill the otherwise silent room. You closed your own eyes after a while letting your thoughts encompass you as you tried to soothe the boy. You almost zoned out entirely, until you heard someone softly calling out to you. Your eyes fluttered open and you turned to be met with a slightly terrified, sweaty looking, but otherwise very awake Horace. You took in a small intake of breath and shuffled backwards slightly in shock.
“What are you doing in here?” Horace’s voice was a small broken murmur, which made your heart crack a little.
“I was just walking around, w-when I heard a crash in you room and, um… came to help?” You offered, but it came out like more of a question. Horace sat up a bit more and raised an eyebrow at you, questioning your excuse. You sighed.
“Okay okay… I can’t find a proper use for my peculiarity yet, so I’ve been checking on everyone before I go to sleep…” You looked away as a small blush lit up your cheeks. You felt a hand on top of yours, causing you to look up.
“You really don’t have to be embarrassed about it, you know. What you’re doing is really sweet.” Your blush intensified.
“Though I’m not sure how your singing helps if we’re already asleep…” Horace found himself murmuring. You looked away again, realising you’d probably have to tell him.
“M-my, my peculiarity, it isn’t just the singing…” You mumbled, still not turning back to Horace.
“It isn’t?” You shook your head and turn back to him.
“I can give people good dreams if I kiss them.” You looked him straight in the eye and just said, hoping it would make it less embarrassing. It did not.
“H-huh? S-so you’ve kissed everyone h-here?? Y-y-you’ve kissed me?” Now it was Horace’s turn to go red, though it didn’t stop yours from intensifying even more.
“Not like that! It’s mostly forehead kisses a-and stuff!” You exclaimed quietly, still conscious of the time.
“Mostly!?” That was probably the last straw, as you felt your face burn so hot you had to bury your face in your hands. You two sat in silence for a short while until Horace spoke up again. He moved to pull your hands from your face.
“Maybe it’ll seem less odd if you explain it to me.” You gave him a small nod before looking down at your hands, now clasped within Horace’s.
“The closer I can get to someone’s head when I kiss means the quicker the better dreams occur, which is why it’s mostly foreheads. T-the rest of them is just when I can’t reach them, like kissing hands when they’ve buried their heads in pillows or what-not.” Horace nodded, showing you he was listening.
“I-I’ve never actually k-kissed anyone properly… s-so I don’t know how it would differ.” You mumbled, the red that had faded from your cheeks returning. You felt the grip around your hands tighten slightly. You looked up at Horace again, and he looked as if he wanted to say something, so you just sat in silence to say he was free to talk. Horace himself took a deep breath and linked his eyes with your own.
“Do you want to find out?” You cocked your head to the side to say you weren’t entirely sure what he meant, making him turn a little redder knowing he’d have to rephrase himself.
“D-do… do you want to know what happens… w-what happens when you kiss someone?” He didn’t break eye contact, and you could only stare at him until you unfroze enough to give him a small nod. He shuffled around a little to make it less awkward, though he didn’t release your hands from his grasp, before slowly leaning in and connecting your lips together. Your eyes fluttered shut as you pressed yourself into him, and you could feel the small grin on his face before he pulled away. The kiss had been short, but sweet, and left your stomach in so many knots you could hardly move. Horace unlinked your hands and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
“I-I’ve kind of liked you for a good while now.” He confessed, sending you the kind of smile that would have made you faint had your head not been filled with so many other thoughts.
“I-I… I like you t-too.” You murmured, a little taken back by what had just occurred. He chuckled at your dazed state, which left your cheeks burning. Your first resort in this situation and closeness led you to bury your face into Horace’s shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his body and hugged him tightly. He chuckled lightly again, and you could feel the vibrations from this from his chest. You two sat in silence for awhile just basking in each others warmth.
“I really hope you don’t do this with everyone who wakes up.” You jerk away from the sudden noise to see Horace smirking at you.
“W-well there was this one time with Enoch…”
“Y/N!” You giggled lightly, moved back to hug him again.
“Kidding, kidding.”
The only Horace fics I’ve ever found tend to use the whole nightmare thing and cuddles and confession trope so I kinda tried to mix up the usual thing. Hope you like it :P
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