I thought I knew our world better. Such a thought quickly made her feel lied to, or at the very least deceived. Peculiar America, a land without rules, plenty of violence, and gang leaders instead of ymbrynes. How had WWII been easier to navigate? Despite her giving nature Aurora can't help but feel pushed to her breaking point, then guilty for wanting a way out. She should be wanting to help shouldn't she? Instead she finds herself resenting the journey she finds herself on, and fears her life is finally spiraling out of control. And even Millard is at a loss at what to do to help. Soon they both have the same horrible thought: What are the odds they will both survive such dangers twice? Mathematically speaking, not good.

Your journey continues with Millard and the other peculiars as you read my spin off of the first novel of Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children! *Book 2 takes place in the first book, I do not own the original plot, I am simply adding a twist. The original plot belongs to the wonderful Ransom Riggs* *Not marking mature, but there is strong language throughout the story.* *I do NOT own any characters, all of them belong to the spectacular Ransom Riggs I only own any OC's that might pop up*

"Good things take time" You moved to the loop after being kicked out of your house. Your peculiarity was rare. So were you, according to the absolutely amazing Millard Nullings. *Book 1 has no Spoilers, it takes place BEFORE Jacob* *Not marking mature, but there is strong language throughout the story.* *I do NOT own any characters, all of them belong to the spectacular Ransom Riggs I only own any OC's that might pop up*

One-shots for all the boys in MPHFPC. Requests open. Also things like pictures, drawings, and rants. Highest Rankings: ~#1 in mphfpc

"So what's it like, Paris? The Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame de Paris, French Riviera, Arc de Triomphe, what's it like, being in the centre of it all?" "She can't understand you, Fat-head." "A Fat-head is a 'stupid or foolish person,' I think we all know that I am not a Fat-head, quite the opposite actually." Pascale Bellamy was born with tiny holes, just beneath her fingernails. They never bled, or pained her, for the first few years of the girls life, they went completely unnoticed. As she got older, her body began to react differently and more severely to lack of water consumption: her skin would dry up, and she would become terribly sick. One, peculiar day, just before her sixteenth birthday, water began to spew from the holes in Pascale's fingers, sometimes like a hoes, and sometimes in the form of a bubble, as if there was no gravity. No more then a week later, a old women showed up at her door, and claimed that Pascale was 'Peculiar.' Millard Nullings: the invisible scholar. He spent his days among other Peculiar children of Miss. Peregrine's loop, reliving the same day, over and over, September 3, 1940. He was happy, and content, examining the people of Cairnholm, and memorizing their every move. One peculiar day, a strange girl shows up, looking scared, her skin abnormally dry, and only speaking a few words in English, a girl, with tiny holes, just beneath her fingernails. (All rights to Ransom Riggs)

*SEQUEL TO PIGMENT* The world never stops turning. A story may end, but that doesn't mean the life of a character suddenly disappears. I'm still here in Devil's Acre of all places, and it appears that our internal clocks have been reset. Miss Peregrine did say we earned a vacation, and where else could we go, other than sunny Florida? Now we all must decide where our loyalties lie, and opinions among friends differ. Hopefully this won't cleave people apart, especially as we meet new and old friends along the way. This definitely isn't the twentieth century anymore! Final word count: 66,513 Total word count between the two stories: 202,929

i've never fallen from quite this high fallin' into your ocean eyes miss peregrine's home for peculiar children millard nullings x oc started: 17th july 2018 completed: 12th august 2018 CRINGE WARNING! written when i was sixteen

Aurora Abbott does not live a peculiar life. The only extraordinary thing about her is her ability to still be so kind and selfless while the country is torn apart by WWII. But bombs falling from the sky don't stop her curiosity until one day when her inquisitive nature leads her to meet an invisible boy.

What did I think about my life? It's cool, it's great, and I loved living in a tiny house with no air conditioning in London with my very sweet, very sarcastic cousin. Why would you ask? I mean, sure everyone kept saying, "1972 is your year, (Y/N)!" But I didn't believe it until recently. I had began to get these strange powers. I was a magical Crayon with the weird ability to change the color of anything I chose. I needed to figure out how to control it, or find someone who could teach me. A strange feeling told me to go to Cairnholm, a tiny little area in Wales, and I had nothing better to do. So, now I was off to get weird diseases, find out more about this 'chromokinesis' stuff and maybe fall in love. Didn't matter what order, as long as I had fun on the way, right? Right?? Final word count: 136,416