Hit Me

By: AndiKaneUnderwood

So, this is a modern A/U where their Peculiarities are their Superpowers and they're very powerful. Everything else stays the same, but it's also Alpha/Beta/Omega.

Miss Peregrine: Ymbren, can control time and turn into a Peregrine Falcon, Alpha

Ethan Bloom: Controls air, can float, Alpha

Jewel Portman: Can see through any type cloaking and deception, Alpha

Olive Elephanta: Controls fire and heat, Omega

Enoch O'Connor: Can take the life of one thing and give it to another, Omega

Horace Sumnusson: Prophetic dreams, Beta

Fiona Frauenfeld: Controls Earth, Beta

Hugh Apiston: Controls and communicates with bees, Beta

Bronwyn Bruntley: Enhanced Strength, Alpha

Millard Nullings: Completely invisible, Beta

Claire Densmore: Extra mouth at her neck, too young to be designated

Twins: Direct descendants of Medusa, too young to be designated

MPHFPC~MPHFPC~MPHFPC

"Hit me." Jake Portman snapped one day as he entered the home and threw himself down on the couch. His face was the picture of rage, eyes narrowed, lips pulled back, teeth bared. Oh, someone had pissed him off.

His best friend, Enoch, raised a single eyebrow in response, hardly looking up from his work (stitching, a job for petty cash). "What?" he asked.

Jake looked at him. "You heard me. Punch me," he snapped.

Enoch did look up at that, he blinked twice, almost sleepily. "Punch you?" he repeated the words slowly as if he hadn't heard.

"Yes, punch me. In the face. Did you not hear me?" Jake asked, standing up and moving over.

He was just itching for a fight, Enoch could tell, his fingers were twitching and his hands shook. He was dying to hit something but didn't want to start it or hurt anyone. Enoch's lips quirked minutely before his face schooled into the same blank and vaguely bored look he'd kept when Jake had first been introduced to him in the fourth grade. "I always here punch me in the face when you're speaking, but it's usually subtext," he replied.

Those just happened to be the magic words that tipped the Alpha over the edge and he rolled his eyes. "For the love of-" Jake cut off and then pulled back and shot a jab right into Enoch's nose.

The bruise was already forming when Enoch pulled back his hand with a groan. He looked at Jake with surprise, then his eyes narrowed and he stood. He pounced, using Jake's advantage of surprise against him as he threw himself against Jake's shoulder and brought him to the ground. It went like that for a while, Jake gaining an advantage when he hit Enoch's side, then Enoch gaining the advantage back when he managed to get a hit in the stomach and knocking all the air from Jake's lungs. It continued on until Jake finally pinned Enoch beneath him by keeping Enoch's wrists above his head with his hands and straddling the thinner's waist.

Both breathed heavily for a solid minute, then Enoch huffed a breathless laugh. "Is this an invitation, Portman?" He teased, testing the hold on his wrists with a few tugs. The hands held firm.

Jake leaned down. "Maybe," he drew out the vowel.

They didn't stop staring at each other's eyes. Sharp, russet brown into bright, cornflower blue. Then Jake leaned down and pressed his lips to Enoch's. It was messy, full of tongue and teeth, but that didn't make it any less special. It didn't mean that they didn't feel the promise between them. It didn't matter if the villains out there were awful and tried to take over the world. It didn't matter if the two heroes on the floor of Miss Peregrine's Home for Heroes lost the fight.

As long as they had each other, everything would be okay. And if the pair grinned at each other and hid behind closed doors a little more than usual?

Well, no one needed to know why.