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Safe - Peter Ballard
Summary - You are afraid of being captured back to the lab, and you can’t seem to relax. Peter helps you
Pronouns used - They/Them
A/N - God, this is my first time writing in over a year. Hope this didn’t suck
Warnings - Mentions of shock torture, OOC Peter ig? This is mainly gender neutral, but Peter does pick the reader up
Word Count - 1,474
You were on edge. You constantly felt like you were being watched: every phone that rang making you jump out of your skin, every security camera you came across felt like it was watching your every move, daring you to look directly at it so it could track, and hunt you down. And, considering you worked at the local supermarket, that wasn’t good thing.
Your boss had noticed how uneasy you were, and after an incident of you shattering a bottle of wine, after a customer had tapped you on the shoulder, she promptly asked you to go home and get some rest.
So arriving home, you kicked your shoes off, switched on the TV and collapsed on the couch. You tried to wind-down and relax, but you couldn’t. You hadn’t been able to relax, or even sleep, in what felt like days, and if you weren't careful, Peter would start to notice. You couldn’t worry him with this, he didn’t deserve more stress.
You jolted at the sudden sound of the front door opening. It was only Peter. “You’re home early darling,” Peter said, spotting you on the couch.
“Yeah, work sent me home early,” you said.
“How come,” Peter sat next to you, giving you a quick peck on the forehead.
“Couldn’t concentrate, the told me to go home,” you shrugged.
“Oh,” Peter responded, “I’m going to make pasta tonight, your favourite,” He smiled.
“You don’t have to,”
“Well, I bought the stuff for it at the little store next to work before I came home,” he remarked.
“Any reason?” you queried.
“Just want to treat my favourite person,” he planted a kiss on your cheek, “Just stay here, and I’ll call you through when it’s done,”
“Are you sure you don’t want any help?” you asked.
“I’m sure,” Peter stood up, “I have magic literally at my fingertips baby, you just relax,”
You stayed sat on the couch hearing the muffled clatter of pots and pans from the kitchen. You couldn’t relax. You thoughts were racing through your head.
What if Brenner found you?
What would he do to Peter?
What would he do to you?
Memories of the lab plagued your mind.
...You awoke with a groan, your limbs still shaking. Your electrical burns bandaged, but still throbbing in pain. You blinked a couple of times to clear your vision. You were in the infirmary, the white curtains that surrounded your bed giving it away.
“You should’ve stayed away from Peter when I told you to!” Dr Brenner's angry voice pierced your ears, as yet another shock was delivered to your abdomen by an Orderly.
“Please, make it stop, I’ll do anything!” you begged, tears streaming down your face. The pain was excruciating. You didn’t know how much more you could take of this. It felt as if your brain was bleeding out of your ears. Surely you wouldn’t make it...
You heard hushed voices from behind the curtains, “Please, just two minutes, I need to see them,”
“Fine. Two minutes, not a second more. I’m not putting myself on the line for you Peter,”
Peter. Peter was here.
You watched as the curtains were pulled back, and promptly closed again, revealing Peter, “Hi darling,” he was whispered.
“Hi,” you croaked out, as your boyfriend kneeled down next to your bed, and gently held your hand in his.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the back of your hand.
“It’s not your fault,” you squeezed his hand reassuringly, “Just promise me one thing,”
“Anything my love,”
“Get us out of here. I don’t know how much longer I can bare this,” you choked out, eyes welling up with tears.
“I promise,”
“Darling, dinner’s ready!” Peter’s voice snapped you back from your trance.
You took a deep breath, as you dragged yourself off from the couch, and into the dining room. Peter was placing your plate at your place on the table, “Would you like a drink?” he asked, pulling your chair out.
“Just water please,”
Peter returned less than a minute later, and set the water down on the table, “Looks amazing” you smiled at Peter as you spoke, “Thank you,”
“Not a problem. You know I quite enjoy making it,” Peter told you. He hadn’t been able to cook before in his life, and when you escaped, he had bought cookbooks-a-plenty. He had enjoyed creating and tasting all these new foods with you, lots of which he had never had heard of before.
You said little as you ate, preferring to simply listen to Peter talk about his day at work. You let out a small laugh as he told the story about how his co-worker had spectacularly tripped over his own two feet. Peter always had the ability to make you laugh when you were feeling down.
You and Peter finished eating, and you both stood up, bringing your empty plates into the kitchen. You went to turn on the hot tap, and wash up, when Peter grasped your arm, “I’ll do it later darling,” and as you opened your mouth to protest, he said “Ah, ah, I won’t hear it. Come on,”
Your boyfriend held your hand, leading you back into the living room, and onto the couch. He faced you, and clasped your hands in his, “What’s going on with you Y/N?”
“What do you mean?” you said, avoiding eye contact.
“Don’t pretend that you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Peter stated, “I’ve noticed how little sleep you’ve been getting, how jumpy you are, and how on edge you’ve been,”
You swallowed. You didn’t know you’d been that obvious.
“Look at me,” Peter said softly, “You can talk to me. You always can. I just want to help you,”
You felt tears well up in your eyes. How could you tell him what was going on in your mind? Wouldn’t that just make him just as paranoid? Would he be angry that you were thinking about the lab, and not this new life you had made for yourselves?
You felt a couple tears drop from your eyes, and hastily removed your hand from Peter’s to wipe them. It couldn’t hurt to try and tell him. It’s just Peter. Your Peter.
“I just..” you took a deep breath, composing yourself, “I keep thinking about the lab, and what they did to me - what they did to us, and I just keep wondering...” you trailed off, letting more tears fall.
“Wondering what, sweetheart?” Peter asked, wiping the tears from your face with his thumbs.
“What is they find us?” you blurted out, breathing heavily, “What if they take us back? What if they hurt us again?” your voice cracked as you spoke, “And, what if.. they take you away from me?” It was somehow worse to say out loud.
“Oh darling,” Peter pulled you into his lap, and wrapped his arms around you, letting you bury your head into his shoulder, “They’re not going to find us. But, if in a ten-million to one chance that they do, they’re not going to take us. I’m going to protect you. I would never let them take me away from you,”
“Promise?” you mumbled into his shoulder.
“I promise,” he affirmed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
You looked up at him, still sniffing, but no tears escaped from your eyes, “I love you,”
“I love you too,” he presses his lips to yours, “Lets go to bed, yeah?”
You nodded, and before you could get up, Peter was tightening his grip around you, and stood up, carrying you to your shared bedroom.
Peter gently placed you onto your queen-sized bed, pulled out some comfy pyjama trousers, and one of his oversized t-shirts for you to wear from the chest of draws in the corner of the room, then proceeded to get changed himself. He had put on a plain pair of pyjama trousers.
Once your were both changed, he guided you in silence to your en suit bathroom, to brush your teeth. He then guided you back to your side of the bed, and opened the covers for you to get in.
Switching his bedside lamp off, and getting into his own side of the bed, he wrapped his arms around you yet again, “Do you think you’ll be able to sleep now darling?”
You shrugged, “I’m not sure,”
“Do you want me to help?” he asked.
“Please,” you nodded.
Peter slowly trailed his hand up, and down your back. You started to feel more relaxed, feeling like you could almost sink into the mattress. His hand traced up your back once more, this time, lightly pressing onto your temple with his fingers.
And, just like that, all your worries were gone. All those bad memories were nowhere to be seen. You felt at peace, your brain full with happy memories of you and Peter. You slowly drifted away into a slumber.
“Sleep well my love,” Peter whispered, wiping his bloody nose with a tissue, and placing it in the bin next to the bed, “I’ll be right here when you wake up. I promise.”
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Yandere Henry Creel (1/9)
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It was a summer night like any other. Return from my evening shift at the video store. Chat with my mom. Get ready for bed. Lay down in my fluffy pink nightgown. Count to one-hundred and wait until sleep would claim me.
And then, he would be there. He always was. Well, perhaps not always, but for the past few months, that’s where my dreams took me. To the same fleshy, vine-covered area that was once a victorian-styled home underneath, an exact replica of the house my mom bought a year ago. It was dainty and barred off completely, each window and door shut. But that wasn’t what was important. It was that he, a young man my age named Henry, was there. He truly never fit in with his surroundings. Instead of wearing dark, dank clothing, he glowed angelically in a white, fitted uniform, and his blonde hair always styled perfectly.
And, as I drifted off to dream land again, he was there. I had to walk from up the staircase down into the dining room, where the man was fussing around with some vines that vaguely resembled flowers, shoving them into a dusty vase. He set it on the table, but almost knowingly, his composure was regained and he looked up to meet my gaze.
“Hello, dear. I was hoping to make things look a bit nicer, but it’s difficult to do so in ten seconds,” he quipped gently.
I fluttered my eyes up at him and clasped my hands together shyly. He took a step closer. “You know I never mind, Henry. I only want to see you.”
Henry chuckled, his face lighting up. A small smile stretched across his handsome visage and we maintained steady eye contact. He had such brilliant blue eyes that made me melt under his gaze, and although it truly felt like his warmth radiated upon mine, I couldn’t help but grow sad.
Sure, the luck was uncanny that consistently I’d dream of him almost every day, and nothing in the environment would change, but perhaps I was mentally ill. I couldn’t help cast away my gaze sadly, only to be brought back to him as his soft fingers curled across my jaw and tilted my head. The other hand encircled my waist, bringing me even closer.
He was so warm. So real. And yet, it truly was impossible for all of this to be real. He was simply too good to be true.
“What ails you, dear? You have no need to be sad,” Henry mused lovingly, his thumb rubbing against my cheek. I leaned into it, enjoying the feeling. “We have all the time in the world, after all.”
That made a frown twitch into place and tears threatened to fall. “I’m pathetic, Henry. I know you aren’t real. And yet I am in love with you. I sleep as much as possible in hopes you will be there, and yet, every time, I wake up in my own bed with nothing but your memory. You aren’t real and I wish so badly that you were.”
Henry’s face fell and an unknown emotion seemed to swirl in his eyes. His brows furrowed, and it was almost like he was angry as he looked right through me. He tensed ever so slightly, and it was enough to make me wrap my arms around his waist, enjoying the feeling of his tight uniform against my finger tips.
“I am real, my dear,” he finally mustered, all anger dissipating as he sighed. “I am as real as your bed or your home or the world around us. We are just separated.”
“B - but, even if that were true, it would be impossible,” I croaked shakily, not yet releasing my tears. “There is no such thing as telepathy. You are but a figment of my imagination, and yet, I care for you so deeply.”
“And I for you, Y/n.”
I was taken aback. He always spoke to me with flowery pet names. He only ever used my name when he was serious. I knew that because he called me Y/n when he first told me he was madly in love with me. I recited it in my head daily whenever I was in need of comfort, because even if Henry wasn’t real, it sure felt like it was.
“Truly. I love you with every fibre of my being. I wish to be with you in person. But…” He paused, furrowing his brows again. Something was on the tip of his tongue. “I can’t.”
“Why, Henry?” I pleaded, creating some distance only to grope at the front of his uniform bunching it in my fists tightly. I craned my neck higher as his hands drifted across my lower back, sending shivers down my spine. “Why can’t we be together?”
“Are we not right now?”
“You know what I mean.”
He bit his lip before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss against my forehead. It lingered, the passion of it all seeping into me. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and hum in joy, enjoying the man’s presence so very much. More so than I’d ever with anyone else. Not my exes, not my family members, not my friends. Only him.
“If I told you, if I showed you, it would put your life at risk. I couldn’t have that, dear. They are monitoring me at all times.”
“Please, at least tell me who ‘they’ are. If you are in peril, I will save you, Henry. I would rather be with you than not at all. The idea of you being in pain is agonizing to imagine.”
Henry let out a low chuckle, taking a step back. I followed, but he instead led me over to a sofa. We sat down, the vines dispersing as though he were the god of this realm. I leaned as close to him as possible as he took my two hands in his, holding tightly.
His face fell, despite his best attempts. His Adam’s apple bobbed with disscontempt and his eyes fluttered shut as he mustered his words. “I know you think that, dear, but truly. I couldn’t put you in harm’s way. You are my everything. And if they laid a hand on your head, I…”
“Are you sure there is nothing you could tell me?”
He pursed his lips. I could tell that, with every neuron in his brain, he was trying to find a loophole. And then, he released one of his hands, gliding it over his sleeve. He raised it to his super arm, and that’s when I saw it. Imprinted, burned into his skin, was the number zero-zero-one. My eyes widened and I immediately went to touch it.
He allowed me to do so, sighing in contempt as my fingers glided across it with care. It looked so ancient. And after, he cut me short, instead raising my hand to neck. I felt around, and when I noticed him flinching I tried to withdraw. But he didn’t allow me to.
Instead, I moved some of his gorgeous blonde hair out of the way. I noticed then that there was but a bump inside his neck. It was so minuscule I’d never noticed until now. I gasped quietly, not sure what to do with the new information. I was still so conflicted as to whether he was even real, especially since I didn’t understand what any of this meant.
“I am real. I am just trapped, dear. But I will escape. I promise you. I just need you to wait for me. Always.”
“Yes, Henry,” I gasped, pressing my forehead against his. “But… is there truly no way for you to prove you’re real? Just one sign. It’s just… you’re too perfect to be true.”
Henry’s eyes flitted over my expression, a soft passion present in his azure eyes. It was as though he melted just as much I did. It was pathetic to think that I was so madly in love with my own imagination, but if Henry was real… nothing would make me happier.
So many times during the summer while I was at work, and even right before I graduated, when we first began our mental acquaintanceship, I fantasized about how meeting him in person would be. What anything from a date to a wedding would be like. Henry was always so loving and kind. He was the most incredible person I’d ever met, even though he had a way of dodging questions.
Even ones as simple as ‘what did you do today’ made him clam up. I understood that somehow he was in a dangerous situation. And yet, I wanted so badly for him to tell me. To show me. I trusted every word that came out of his mouth, because either he was something of my own creation, or he somehow had superpowers and truly was mine.
Henry gulped before resolutely shaking his head. “I can’t. It would pain me to do anything to you. Besides, they already suspect something, dear. If I used my abilities, it would… alert the monitor in my neck. It’s risky enough as it is to exert myself like this to see you, but you… are worth it.”
I couldn’t help but softly press my lips to his, a few tears sliding down my cheek. I wanted him to be real, with every fibre of my being. And yet, I may never find out. I could spend a lifetime of longing not knowing the answer. And yet, Henry suddenly pulled away from the kiss, alarmed.
“We must depart,” he announced shakily.
“W - wait, why? It’s only been —“ my eyes flitted to the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. “— an hour! Is everything alright, Henry —“
Just like that, it was like my eyes shot open. A gasp tore at my throat and I had broken out into a cold sweat. Some tears had even escaped my eyes, but it was as though I’d awoken from a trance. I flinched when I realized the overhead lights were burning into my retinas, and shaking my body vigorously was my mother.
“Honey, what’s wrong? A - are —“
“Mom,” I panted, still recovering from the shock of waking so suddenly. How sudden it was only seemed to reinforce that Henry wasn’t real. And even that was enough to make a sob release from my throat.
Mom held me close, pulling me into her arms. She shushed me while also stuttering unintelligibly. I frightened her, but I wasn’t sure why. I grasped onto her tightly. And all of the sadness crashed down on me. Henry couldn’t tell me anything about himself because my head hadn’t conjured up a backstory. He couldn’t show any physical manifestations because he was a creation within myself.
“Mom, Henry, h - he isn’t real,” I sobbed into her shoulder.
“Y/n, dear, who isn’t real? What’s going on? Why weren’t you breathing or responding? Oh, my sweet baby, an ambulance is on the way! I thought - I thought you were dead!”
My heart stopped and my my eyes shut. “W - what do you mean, mom? I was just… dreaming —“
I heard some wailing of sirens in the distance, and my mother, not releasing me entirely pulled me from my bed. I had nothing but the chance to pull on my slippers, because she was pulling me toward the bedroom door. I was so confused. What was she talking about? I was just dreaming…
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“Miss Ln,” The psychiatrist mused gently,” You say that you’ve been dreaming. Can you tell us more about that, please?”
My mouth went dry. I was tired because the entire night and early morning, I had been thrust into exam after exam with my mother glued to my side. And, finally, after a confusing night, the hospital recommended a psychiatrist to me. Because, no matter how much I insisted I was just dreaming, they truly believed I had some sort of mental illness.
And maybe I did.
But at least I was in the comfort of my own home again after so many hours.
My mother was holding my hand to her chest and I was so tired I couldn’t raise my head. I could barely manage to talk above a whisper as I tried collecting my thoughts. “W - well, for months, I’ve been dreaming of him. A - and it’s so real. And always the same. I’m at home, but it isn’t really home because there’s all sorts of vines and slime and… Well, he’s always there. His name is Henry. And he is so kind an sweet and h - he told me he loved me - It’s been this way for months, I guess, and…”
I was so numb and I wanted to cry, but nothing came. I wasn’t sure how to continue. All of my conversations with Henry were so personal that I didn’t dare go into details. However the moment the woman finished scribbling on her notepad and her eyes returned to me, soft and understanding, she sent me a smile.
“May I ask if there’s any indication that this relates to when your father left? Your mother told me you had a hard time when it happened.”
I sent my mother a quick glare, feeling my cheeks light up in an embarrassed blush. I abashed my gaze once more, and I could feel my mother watching me in pure concern. I gulped, trying to wrack my brain for an honest answer.
I shook my head eventually. “…No. I - I can’t think of anything. Henry isn’t connected to any of it.”
“Have you told Henry about what happened with your father?”
I fell silent. I nodded, not wanting to answer. However, my heart fluttered as I recalled the memory like the back of my hand. He was so loving and understanding. More so than anyone else ever had been.
“…Sometimes it still hurts, Henry.”
He held me close, cupping my cheeks tightly as we laid on the bed. It wasn’t the exact one I had in my room, as mine was smaller and less childish. The decor was different, alike to what a young child would have. We were cuddling on the bed, living vicariously through one another. He looked so pained, just from the explanation. I had never truly opened up about it to anyone, not even my own mother.
He pressed a kiss to my nose, and when he pulled away, continued across my cheek. I released a content sigh, leaning into the affection. When his lips finally departed, I was left in a flurry of peace and softness. It was as though each kiss had taken with him a piece of my hurt.
“I’m so sorry, dear. He is such a vile man for leaving you and your mother. I hope for only the most terrible of fates to follow him. But I am here now. And I will never allow anyone to hurt you again. I love you so much, Y/n. And don’t you love me?”
“Of course, Henry. You’re my everything. I wish that you were real.”
“I am —“
“…Miss L/n?”
I was brought back to reality, wide-eyed and vision blurry from the onset of tears. I gasped, shaking my head. I went to wipe my own eyes, but my mother was crying out of concern and did it herself, rubbing harshly. She was clearly tense and worried, and I felt awful about it.
Maybe I was just mentally ill.
“I - I’m sorry,” I muttered. “I was… lost in thought.”
“What were you thinking, if I may ask? As I said before, your mother and I are here for you and we just want to help. What you seem to be struggling with could be very serious and we need to know everything.”
I nodded, gently pulling form my mother’s grasp. “I - I know. I just… He’s so real.”
“You weren’t breathing, dear.”
I shrugged, trying so badly not to allow my heart to sting. Henry always calls - or perhaps, called - me that. But I realized that maybe I conjured up the pet name because of my mother. And yet, he had such a particular, smooth-as-butter voice that I’d never heard before. Everything about Henry was angelic.
“How was your high school experience? Were you bullied or engaged in any meaningful romantic relationships?” the woman continued.
“No and no,” I admitted, rather embarrassed. “I’ve never dated before.”
“Is it possible that you’ve thought Henry up to cope for a lack of romance in your life?”
That made my heart fall, because it was true. I was always too shy. And aside form that, I’d never seen someone who truly caught my eye. So many of my friends told me to be more outgoing, but here I was years later, without a single notch on my belt.
“Often, dreams reflect your unconscious wants and desires and also helps with coping.” She checked her watch. “I hate to cut it short, but I need to attend another patient. In the meantime if you’re willing to pay upfront - we can discuss medical insurance and loans in private, Miss L/n -, I can supply some psychotics and sleeping medications that are general dosages. At the moment, just from what I’m hearing, it may be some mixture of sleep paralysis and schizophrenia.”
I gulped. I was so numb that the words meant nothing. If the medication worked and Henry disappeared, it meant that all my dreams would be crushed. Because, as wild as it was to think up, I wanted Henry to be real. I was abandoned on the couch, still completely stunned, as mother took care of the details.
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“You took the medication, right, dear?” my mother hummed kindly, ducking into my bedroom.
I had just finished slipping on my nightgown and had once again found myself in a daze as I stared at the bed. I had indeed had the medication and it knocked me out completely each time. And, despite my wishes, Henry did stop coming. I even flushed some doses down the toilet in hopes that maybe the medication was to blame.
But Henry wasn’t real. He was a figment of my imagination. And it was the logical explanation, but it still hurt.
“Yeah, mom. Good night,” I answered quietly, my words slurring from the residual effect of the meds.
“Good night. I love you.”
I sent her a smile, and as she shut the door, I went over to flick off the light, and may room was cascaded in darkness. I sighed and went to my bed. As I stared at the ceiling absentmindedly, I felt so empty. Life wasn’t the same with Henry’s absence. From the beginning of his creation, he’d taken over my entire life. Every minute not sleeping, I was daydreaming of him. And I tried to sleep more and more, even if he didn’t always show.
He always showed up at night. During afternoon naps, he was always absent.
So, as sleep took me, I felt saddened, as I had been for the last couple days. Hell, perhaps it has even been a week. But I had already lost track of time.
Sleep took me. And yet, despite the sleeping pills, my mind drifted.
Usually, my brain went dead. And yet, even with the medicinal effects, my brain was consciously fighting it. Perhaps my body was attempting to cope by conjuring up Henry again, but regardless of my resistance, the internal darkness of my head was consumed by the vintage vine interior of my own home.
I was in my the bed. I was so very anxious as I sat up, once again laying on the childish comforter instead of my own twin-sized mattress. The vines were writhing more than usual. They often lay dead, and yet it was like the house itself was alive and terribly nervous. Angry.
I heard thumping echo in the household. There were black widow spiders crawling all over the place, and as terribly as I longed to search for Henry, I was too frightened to do so. Instead, I pulled my legs up onto the bed and hugged my knees, trying to minimize myself as much as possible.
Suddenly, some of the spiders fell from the ceiling onto my head. A scream broke through as I swatted at them, but all of a sudden, they dissolved in my hands. They made way, and the bedroom door crashed open. A gasp tore through as I saw him. And yet, he didn’t look nearly like he used to.
His face was blue and black, several bruises crawling across his falsehood. He seemed frailer than usual, and his entire body was trembling. Just like the house itself, he was angry. Desperate. Scared. So many emotions rushed through his eyes, and I was still startled.
Henry wasn’t real. And yet, despite the spiders crawling across the ground, I called out for him and rose my feet. I pawed at him desperately, and Henry, as though he were on a war path, went to me. His fists were clenched and his glare was aimed at nothing in particular, except it seemed to stray from me.
“Henry, what happened to you?”
His gaze finally met me. It bore into my eyes, and he furrowed his brows. A handsome frown was etched into his features, but he looked so very troubled. The moment my hands pulled on his semi-torn uniform, pulling him close, he spoke.
“I’m sorry, Y/n. They forced me to tell them about you. You need to run —“
“Who?”
“My captors. The ones who are exploiting me for my abilities,” he hissed hatefully. His hands clasped onto my waist, nails almost digging tensely through the nightgown. “You’re too close. It is very draining to wake you up, but I must. They’ll be there soon.”
“W - wait, are they going to kill me?” I cried out, tugging on his uniform and stepping on the tips of toes to draw my face closer to his.
“They may,” Henry stated through gritted teeth. “I do not have the strength to contact you once you leave your home, but I’ll escape. I promise. And I’ll find you. But you must run —“
I was so overwhelmed with emotion as I pulled Henry to me. A mixture of tears and sweat and slime combined with our sloppy and passionate kiss. So many emotions were driven into it, so much love and care. Henry had always been so gentle and calm. I’d never seen him in so upset.
I wanted to continue the kiss, but he suddenly pushed at my shoulders, separating. I opened my mouth to get a word in, but as he shut his eyes in mourning, he cut me off.
“I love you, Y/n. Run.”
Just like before, I woke up in a cold sweat. My head was so very muddled. Somehow, I was full of energy, as though I’d never taken any medication in the first place. I tore the blankets off of my body and threw my legs off the side of the bed. I was so confused, but I believed him. I would rather be safe than sorry, regardless of how farfetched the idea of superpowers and telepathy was.
I flicked on the light. A part of me was telling me to stop. But it was just in my guts. I believed in Henry. I couldn’t live in a reality where he didn’t exist. I was on sleeping pills. And yet, he reached me anyways. And it was barely a few minutes after going to bed.
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For your most recent post right this is kinda like a general fucked up type if shit so stay with me here. So basically 001 the reader and Eddie were all “working” for Dr.Brenner right and they’re like secretly dating each other type of shit like that. But like that we’re it gets fucked up cuz then mf 11 comes around n shit so that’s where it Lowkey fucks everything up. But then maybe MAYBE later on when 001/Vecna comes back he puts Reader and Eddie under his “spell” and they reconnect. 🤷🏾♂️ idk what I just wrote but yea.💀
remember- e.m. / 001
the post being referred to is this one!
thank you sm for the idea, love! i'm thinking of writing one where reader has powers, and they see their childhood friend (from before the lab) in their mind and it's eddie. so henry... kidnaps him for her, bc he wants to see his baby happy.
warnings: angst, vecna, eddie is a lil stupid, lots of blood, lots of death, deep descriptions of pain, it’s fucked, okay? very short but open for part two!
also for the fics sake, vecna is like twenty during the events of s4
you can't think. all you know is that the halls are too dark to see, and your skull is pounding. the hall, that of which are hawkins' lab, a place you hadn't set your eyes on in two years.
"y/n!" you hear it, the distinct sounds of eddies' cries. "y/n! henry! please!" his pained voice echos through the hall. your movement speed up, bringing you through the familiar path that leads to the janitors' closet. you pass bodies, and blood, so much blood. it doesn't faze you though; you've seen it all before, and you keep seeing it more every time you dare to sleep.
"baby-" you whine, finally seeing his trembling form on the cold linoleum floor. you don't have to look hard to know he's bleeding, both from his eyes and his nose. you wish you could forget the odd angle is arm is twisted at. you pull him into your lap, attempting to shush his pained cries.
"i don't wanna die." he sobs, and the words echo in your mind. you'd never be able to get them out of your head, not as long as you live.
"you won't, little one." the deep, grating voice comes from behind you. the soft pricks of claws nip at your scalp.
"who are you?" you whimper, "why do you keep showing me this?" you cry, pulling eddie into your chest. this thing, this grotesque and vile being kneels before you; it adorns a sad smile as is brushes the blood from eddies' face.
"because i want you to remember, my love." it growls, "i need you to remember the night she took you both from me." before you can process the words, its' claws dig into your skull. the pain is agonizing, searing. you can feel every twitch of its' fingers, burning your brain and melting your mind.
"henry!" you scream, sitting up in bed and choking on your sob. your head is still throbbing, making your vision blurry; but you're home. you're in bed, and eddie is beside you. he pulls you into his arms, cooing at your whimpers and whipping the blood from under your nose.
"it's okay, baby. you're okay, i'm here." eddie whispers, picking your body up with surprising ease and carrying you to the kitchen. he places you on the cabinet and begins to fill a glass with water from the tap. "was it... that night? again?" he asks, shuffling on his sock clad feet as he brings the cup to your lips.
images flash in your mind as you drink. the soft touches, the lingering of lips on lips; and then the blood, the way it all fades as eddie spasms on the floor and begs to live.
"it's him." you whisper, eyes finding his. "i don't know... how? or how i know? but it's him." he doesn't speak, just gazes at you tentively. "please... please eds? just say that you believe me?" you beg.
you don't know how much longer you can take this. how much longer can you withstand the headaches, the nosebleeds, knowing that the disfigured creature that haunts your nightmares is the person you loved. most of all; the way eddie seems to think you're losing your mind.
it's been over a year since you stopped going to therapy. you thought you'd accepted it; accepted that the girl, the child, had killed henry and your mother, and nearly killed eddie too. things had been... okay, after the incident. that man, brenner, had taken pity on wayne; had given him a document to sign, given eddie all the medical care he needed (free of charge), and gotten you therapy to deal with it all. to deal with losing your mother, who'd been a doctor at the lab since you were a child. to deal with losing henry, who you and eddie had fallen for all too quickly.
it was inevitable really, the three of you. your mother and wayne had been close friends through his maintenance job at the lab. you'd all been so young and had so much free time before the other children had arrived. it was nearly impossible to pin-point when the twisted form of playground, puppy love between the three of you turned into the real thing.
"babydoll," he hums, hands cupping your jaw. "he's dead." his voice cracks. "i want to believe you. you know that i do, but honey... whatever she did to him... there wasn't even a body left." you cry out at his words, and he lets you hide your face in his chest.
"if you could see, what i see. you would know." you whisper into his hellfire shirt, his own way of coping he'd picked up.
"he will, darling." the deep voice growls, making you sob into eddies' chest harder. "he'll understand soon enough." the dark groan turns into the soft, loving one you know so well. "you'll see, little one." henry hums. the fingers combing through your hair are still sharp, nearly breaking your skin. "i just need a little more time."
just a little more time, you'll both see.
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The Dark Prince
Chapter One: Into the Unknown
A/N: I originally wrote this with an ofc in mind but decide to make this a reader insert. This is my first ever series. I hope you enjoy this first chapter!
pairing: vampire!henry creel x female reader
warnings: a bit of violence if you squint, mentions of kidnapping, blood, stalking.
word count: 4k+
premise: Y/N, a normal human, is thrown into a dark and twisted world of vampires, when she is captured by them. She must navigate through the treacherous waters of their world and adjust to her new surroundings.
Henry has always been more focused on shirking his duties as a ruler than on finding love. He has friends and acquaintances, but so far, no one has piqued his interest enough to consider spending eternity by his side. And turning almost a quarter of the population has made it difficult for him to trust others, let alone find a queen. Henry's parents, however, have been pressuring him to find a wife and fulfill his duties as king. His mother's words echo in his head - "You can't put this off any longer. If you are to be King, you need a bride."
For Henry, traveling between worlds or getting caught have never been a concern. As a vampire with an aversion towards morality and the human species, he has taken countless lives. However, one night as he watches her through her window, he is surprised with himself.
He quietly made his way towards the house, his vampire instincts kicking in, and he was a natural at stealth, able to move through the shadows without being detected. As he approached the house, he caught a glimpse of her, through the bedroom window. She was dancing, moving gracefully to the rhythm of the music. Henry's heart raced, and the rush of emotions he felt were almost too much for even a vampire his age. He knew he had to meet her, and soon, before he went insane from this constant yearning.
The silk white gown she wears hugs her figure and accentuates her curves, making her even more enticing to him. She is a gorgeous creature with dark curls and a charismatic aura that captivates him. And though he'd never admit it out loud, Henry knows he wants her, needs to have her, and is willing to do whatever it takes to make her his.
After his encounter through her window, Henry tried to shrug off his feelings for her. How could he have feelings for a human? As a vampire who had always despised the human species, he couldn't wrap his head around his sudden infatuation. He told himself that it was just a passing fancy, that his interest in her would eventually fade.
But it didn't. The urge to see her again, to hear her voice, and feel her presence was too strong for him to ignore. Henry, frustrated by his own feelings, got out of bed, knowing that he was about to make a huge mistake. But he didn't care, the desire to see her again was simply too much.
It was evening in Hawkins, and the sun was setting. The sky was a beautiful mix of orange and pink hues, and the remaining rays of the sun tickled his skin. It wasn't enough to weaken him, nor did it kill him. He stood in the woods nearby her house, watching her from underneath a large tree.
Her yard was filled with lush, green grass, and rose bushes surrounded the cozy ranch-style house. Henry fought the temptation to go over and meet her immediately, but he knew he had to wait. Tonight was not the right time. The risk of being caught was high, but the reward of being close to her again was something he was willing to risk everything for.
It was a typical middle-class house, painted off-white with black trim along the windows and dark brown roof tiles. A small brick path led up to the back door, making it easy for Henry to watch her from the forest's edge.
He almost choked on his own breath when he saw her. She was wearing flowers in her dark curls, which cascaded down her back. She sat on a stool in her backyard, painting a stunning sunset on her easel. Henry was captivated by her every move, the way she held her brush, and the gentle strokes she made on the canvas.
Sweat beaded on her arms as she worked on her masterpiece, the summer sun beating down on her. Henry watched with awe as she displayed grace and agility while creating her canvas. It was as if she was lost in her own world, unaware of his presence. A deep, inextinguishable part of him was eager to learn more about her, but he forced himself to remain silent, not wanting to disrupt her focus or break the moment.
He had never been so captivated by a human's talent before, and he knew he had to meet her. But, for now, he was content to watch her paint, to admire her from afar, and to dream of the day he could hold her in his arms, without having to hide in the shadows
Henry's trance is suddenly shattered when he hears another voice. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots a woman peeking out the window, her gaze fixed on the beautiful girl painting in the backyard - the girl he's decided to make his bride. His mind is made up, and there's no going back now. The woman's voice echoes through the evening air. "Y/N, come in! It's almost dinner time!"
She looks up at the sound of her mother's call, her expression a mix of surprise and annoyance. She takes one final look at her masterpiece before putting her brush down. "I'm coming!" She yells back, her voice soft and sweet, and it makes Henry's heart race even more.
She's an angel, a goddess, a vision of beauty and grace. He has to meet her, and soon, before he goes mad with desire. He knows that revealing himself to her as a vampire will mean risking everything he has, but the reward of having her, of being with her, is something he's willing to chance everything for.
His world centers around her, and he feels drawn to her like a magnet. The urge to take the risk, to step out of the shadows, and introduce himself to her is so powerful. As she disappears into her house, Henry can't help but feel an excitement exude through his veins.
His heart races, his breath quickens, and the air around him feels charged with electricity. He knows what he has to do, and he's ready to take the plunge, even if it means revealing his true self to the woman he has become infatuated with. He'll do whatever it takes to win her heart, even if it means revealing his dark side to her.
The next day, Henry summoned his guards and gave the order to bring her to him. If he was to marry someone, it was going to be her. His parents may not approve of her, but he was tired of their constant pressure to settle down with one of their choosing. He didn't care if they liked that she was human.
She wouldn't be for long. Henry knew that he could change her into one of them. He couldn't stand this constant attraction to her, this never-ending desire. Perhaps being with her was the only way to end this obsession he had. He knew his parents would eventually give up on their efforts to set him up with one of their friends' daughters. It would be an unconventional marriage, but he didn't care. He wanted to marry her.
As usual, he didn't hear any complaints from his guards. An hour later, he heard commotion outside his room. Xavier, one of his guards, appeared in the room, forcing her to the floor. "As requested," Xavier growled, pushing her down. The room was built out of stone walls, several columns were spread out on each side of the dark room with several of the other nobles around them. The black tile floor was cold beneath her and the room had a distinct musty smell.
Her heart raced as she looked around the room, taking in the sight of the noble vampires. "Bring her closer!" Henry demanded, and Xavier dragged her towards him. Goosebumps traveled up her skin as she stumbled forward, her feet scraping against the cold tile floor.
Once she was standing in front of him, she dared not to look up. Her eyes remained fixed to the ground, her heart beating in her ears. She was scared of what was to come. She knew better than to make any sudden moves around a vampire. She was a human, and she knew that meant little to him.
He could kill her with just a thought, if he wanted to. She was at his mercy, and she knew it. But she was determined, she would not let him scare her. She was a tough and resilient woman, and she was not going to let this vampire intimidate her.
No matter what he did to her, she would face it with dignity and pride. She would not let him break her, she would not let him control her. She had her own plans, her own agenda. And she would make sure to see them through, even if it meant sacrificing herself.
Y/N was desperate to argue, to get out of this situation. But when she locked eyes with Henry, her voice caught in her throat. She felt his piercing blue gaze burning through her, as if he could see through her soul. She could smell the metallic tang of blood in the air and her heart pounded so hard, she was sure he could hear it.
Henry's stance was calm, almost too relaxed. He sat on a tall, black wooden chair, the cushions deep purple, the hand carved skulls at the end of the arms of the seat reminding her of her own mortality. His all-black attire complementary his pale complexion, making him look like a human shadow. Silver rings adorned his fingers, contrasting with the dark hue of his clothes. He was not just handsome, he was beautiful, more like a piece of art than a human. His beauty was effortless, and he knew it. That's why he was so confident, so sure of himself.
He extended his hand, his index finger curling as if it were beckoning her. Her breath hitched once again, as a surge of nervous energy ran through her body. Her heart raced against her ribcage, her heart pounding rapidly, almost as if it were about to burst out of her chest. She glanced around the room, seeing the other vampires watching her with smirking faces, amused by her discomfort.
She let out a shaky breath, trying to calm herself down. She could feel her cheeks heat up and her knees tremble. Her heart raced as Henry's hand extended towards her. She felt like prey caught in the grips of a predator, but she couldn't help the fluttering in her stomach, her feelings of fear and desire raging within her.
Henry's patience is running thin. He leans forward, his strong hands finding her hips. Pulling her down onto his lap, he wraps one arm around the small of her back, while the other hand rests on her leg. A small gasp escapes from her lips as her heart races. Before she can say a word, Henry presses a finger to her lips, quieting her.
"Shh, there's no need to be afraid, my love," he murmurs, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "You're mine now."
Y/N eyes widen as these words sink in. "Y-yours?" she stammers. A moment later, she begins to speak again, her voice tremulous. "No, you've got the wrong girl. I'm...where am I?" As she speaks, her lip trembles, and she can feel her heart pounding in her chest.
Henry lets out a chuckle at her fear. It always amuses him how humans could be frightened so easily. He's also a bit turned on. He likes the way she's trembling against him, the sound of her rapid heartbeat, and the way her innocent eyes are staring back at him. She was even more gorgeous up close.
"You're in my kingdom," Henry replies. "You're in my world now." She can feel his gaze upon her, and he grasps her chin in his palm. Cold and rough, his thumb traces over her bottom lip.
"I assure you, Y/N," he whispers. "You're exactly who I've been looking for." His smug grin stretches across his facial features, and she can't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement at his words.
She knows that she's in his power now, and there's no going back. She's forced to accept the situation she's in, and the choices she must make. She knows that she can't deny whatever it is that's been awakened within her, the attraction and desire she feels towards him. The thought of being at his mercy is both terrifying and exhilarating, and she can't deny the force of it.
The audacity of it all made her blood boil inside her. Was he really thinking he could control her? She clenched her fists and looked him straight in the eyes, anger radiating from her. "How dare you think you can force me to love you!" she spat.
One of the female vampires in the room, Elizabeth, let out a laugh. Her red eyes seemed to glow in the dimly lit room as she stepped forward. "Henry, this is why we marry within our own race! See how disrespectful she is to you?"
Henry's gaze sharpened, directed at Elizabeth. His expression was cold and ruthless. "Elizabeth, be quiet," he growled, the command in his voice causing the female vampire to snap her mouth shut and step backwards. His stare returned to Y/N his lip curling into a devilish smirk.
He looked like a lion ready to pounce on his prey, and she knew she was that prey. She could feel the power dynamics at play, that he held all the cards and she was just a helpless human in his presence. But she refused to show that fear, to give him the satisfaction. She was strong, and she would fight back, even if it meant sacrificing herself. She wasn't going to let him control her, she wasn't going to let him break her. She would remain true to herself, no matter what he did.
When Henry saw that she was filled with fear, his expression turned cold. He motioned for his servant, Griffin, and said, "Notify the staff to prepare human food for tonight's dinner. We have a permanent guest." Griffin dipped his head in acknowledgement and left the room.
Then Henry turned to her, taking her by the waist and lifting her to her feet. "As for you," he said, his hand gripping her wrist tightly. He guided her up the stairs and into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Once they were inside, he leaned against the door.
Y/N stumbled into the room, freezing in shock.
A shiver ran down her spine from the cold, lifeless air, and the aroma of roses and wine immediately invaded her senses. While the wine had a rich and sweet smell, the roses gave off a musty, damp, and slightly putrid aroma.
Henry's room was dark and expansive, and an ancient candle-lit chandelier hung above the bed. The sheets were a dark crimson and paired with a black wood headboard, adding to the room's somber atmosphere. Dark wood bedside tables were situated on either side of the bed, and a large black iron window offered a view of the Underworld.
The sky was a deep red, with equally dark clouds. The ground was covered with dirt and tree vines, which stretched along the valley as far as the eye could see. The trees were lifeless and barren, with thick black soil.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her breath slowed as she realized that this was not Hawkins anymore. Henry's warm breath grazed the back of her neck, and his voice whispered in her ear, "You see, my love. You're not in Hawkins anymore. You're in my world now, and one way or another, you will be my bride. Disrespect me again, and you will suffer the consequences."
Y/N says nothing as Henry pulls her towards the bed. She plops down awkwardly, almost falling backwards, and watches as he leaves the bedroom with an intimidating grin. After he leaves, She rushes towards the door, fists clenched, and shouts, "Come back! You can't just leave me here!" But she receives no response, aside from mocking laughter that echoes in her ears. She realizes they are mocking her, believing her to be nothing more than a helpless human in their world.
After a few minutes of pounding on the door, she gives up. Turning around, she searches the bedroom with weary eyes, desperate to find anything that could be of use. Compared to the dire view outside, the room is a stunning oasis of luxurious elegance. She searches for hours, attempting to locate a weapon to defend herself or an object to aid her escape, but her efforts prove futile.
The windows are too firmly secured for her to break, and even if she managed to escape the room, the harsh terrain and menacing environment would offer her little hope of survival. She is trapped, with no escape and no one to believe her story. Her parents would worry, and her boss would never believe such a tale, and she would be left to navigate this strange, unfamiliar world alone. She knew she needed to find a way out of this place, and soon.
After hearing a knock on the door, she almost gives up, before a familiar face appears. It's Griffin, Henry's servant, carrying a pile of towels and some clothes. "Henry requests that you wear this tonight," he says, setting the items down on the bed. "The towels are for if you wish to bathe."
Y/N freezes, feeling uneasy at the sight of her kidnapper's servant. She responds with a sarcastic comment, "Well, you can tell 'his highness' that I hope he enjoys disappointment."
Griffin smirks. "I wouldn't say that if I were you. Henry has a short temper. I would advise not pissing him off." Without another word, he turns and leaves the room.
She steps forward and calls out after him, "Wait! Could you at least tell me what's going on? Why choose me? I'm a human!"
Griffin pauses for a moment, then turns back to face her. "I'm sorry. I wish I could, but it isn't my place." With a tight-lipped smile, he leaves the room, leaving her to her own thoughts and the pile of clothes and towels on the bed.
She approaches the pile and picks up a single, red silk gown with black lace around the neckline. It's beautiful, and she knows it will fit her perfectly. The real challenge will be having the confidence to wear it. But for now, she just needs to figure out what this all means, and how she can get out of this situation.
Y/N was realistic; she understood that she needed to wear this attire if she was to avoid any potential confrontation with Henry. With a heavy heart, she stripped out of her clothes and slipped on the gorgeous silk gown.
She was exhausted, having experienced a rollercoaster of emotions today, from confusion to fear and anxiety. She knew she needed to rest before the events of the evening, otherwise, she would not have the strength and courage to confront whatever awaited her.
She placed her previous outfit at the end of the bed and lay down, her mind racing as she tried to come to terms with her new reality. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, hoping to wake up from this strange, twisted dream. But she knew that this was no dream, and the road ahead would be full of challenges and dangers.
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As she wakes up, she is greeted with the touch of a cold, clammy hand pressing against her cheek. Her eyes blink slowly open, and she takes a few seconds to gather her bearings. When she sees Henry, her heart skips a beat, and all the exhaustion and fear she has been feeling suddenly rush to the surface.
"Wake up, sleepyhead!" Henry urges, offering her his hand. Y/N hesitates for a moment before taking it, grateful for the support. As they walk through the dimly lit halls, Henry's body temperature is slightly colder than hers, but she is too focused on her surroundings to take notice.
When they enter the dining area, she can't help but stare at Henry. His V-neck collar gives her a slight peek at his firm chest, and a rush of heat spreads through her body. Her thoughts drift off to places she didn't know they could go, and her heart races as she realizes that Henry has caught her staring. She quickly pulls her gaze away and fixes it on the table, trying to focus on the sumptuous spread of food that awaits her.
Virginia and Victor, Henry's parents, join them, and she notices their gaze settle on her. She can feel their attention upon her, highlighting her captive status, and her anxiety threatens to overwhelm her. But she forces herself to focus on the food and the delicious scents that fill the air. Her stomach rumbles with hunger, and she can hardly wait to try everything. She knows this meal is more than just a pleasure; it is a test, a demonstration of power and dominance, and a reminder of her status as a captive.
Henry reaches out and grasps her hand in a gentle, smug manner, and she realizes she hasn't spoken a word since waking up. "Mother, Father, meet Y/F/N," Henry announces proudly. "My bride-to-be."
Y/N's mouth drops open in shock, and her heart plummets into her stomach. Her mind races with questions, but she can't seem to form the words. All she can do is swallow hard and muter a soft "hello" as she tries to make sense of everything. She wonders how Henry knows her full name and how he became aware of her identity.
Virginia raised her golden goblet to her ruby-red lips, letting the syrupy blood-red wine seep to her tongue. The liquid was an instant warmth that spread throughout her veins, invigorating her as she took in the ornate dining throne room with its sumptuous decor and the humans gracing the tables.
She noticed the human attire of Y/N, her status as a mere mortal. Virginia's eyes narrowed, and her words dripped with disgust as she turned to Henry. "When I said choose a bride," she spoke, "I meant one of the noble Vampires, not a pathetic human." Her tone held a finality that left no room for argument, leaving Henry's voice sharp and unyielding.
Virginia pounded her fist on the elegant dining table, causing the crystal goblets to wobble precariously. "Victor," she exclaimed, looking to her husband for support, "do something!" Virginia's tone was desperate. "Your son is making a grave mistake and breaking tradition! A tradition that has been in our coven for years!"
Victor sighed, trying to calm his wife's temper with a gentle plea. "Virginia," he said, "you're scaring the poor girl. We raised our son right, and I know he will abide by our traditions." He paused, looking at Virginia with pleading eyes. "So what if she's a human?"
Virginia stood in defiance, her goblet clutched tightly in her hand. Her anger still lingered in the air, leaving Y/N feeling unsettled. Henry's blood boiled at his mother's temper tantrum, and he stood up abruptly. His eyes stared down at her in a way that made her feel like she was nothing more than an insect beneath his gaze. She took his extended arm and rose from her seat, ready to follow him wherever he led her. However, deep down, she knew that she would never truly belong in the world of Vampires; she would always be an outsider, a captive, in their presence.
In silence, Henry led her out the dining hall and down the dark hallways of the castle. Her heart beat rapidly as he passed the staircase, but she dared not speak. Instead, she took his extended arm and followed him towards a glass greenhouse, the windows casting a blood-red glow on their surroundings. The roof was filled with glass windows, giving them the perfect view of the night sky.
The moon was big tonight, casting a lovely glow over the dark terrain and the blood-red sky. She couldn't help but admire its beauty, despite the dark and twisted aura that surrounded it. She felt at ease compared to the first time she'd seen the wicked world outside, and the glass greenhouse seemed like an oasis of peace in the middle of the chaos.
The greenhouse was full of vibrant roses and tulips, and she couldn't help but gasp in admiration. The flowers were thriving, with no signs of disease or wilting. The sweet scent of roses and tulips filled the air, making the space feel warm and inviting. It was a stark contrast to the dirt and dark vines that she had seen outside.
Henry led her to a wooden bench, and they sat in awkward silence as his thoughts went back to his mother's outburst. He shook his head in anger, and a look of sadness crossed his face. "I can't believe her," he muttered, his voice laced with anger and disappointment. He turned to Y/N and took her hands in his own, rubbing the soft skin on the back of her hands.
He looked into her eyes, and his expression softened. He wanted to convey his sincerity to her, to let her know that he was on her side and that he would do anything for her. He would stand up to his wealthy and powerful mother, even if it meant going against the traditions of the coven. He was willing to do whatever it took to make their marriage work, and he would make sure that his mother knew who was in charge.
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“I don’t need therapy because my comfort characters are my therapy” and it turns out the comfort characters in question are the ones who need therapy the most
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You'll See Why (Peter Ballard x Reader)
Pairing: Peter Ballard x Female!Reader, implied Steve x Reader (Does not really factor into the story)
Word Count: 5.1k
Warnings: mostly just fluff and angst that doesn't require a content warning. General content warnings consistent with Stranger Things
Summary: It couldn't be him. She refused to believe it. Eleven had to be wrong, had to have the wrong person. It wasn't that he wasn't capable of something like this; in the back of her mind, she knew he was. More, it was that she didn't want to face what it meant about herself.
Masterlist. Ko-Fi.
There was a familiar face staring blankly up at her from the page… she knew this face.
“Well, he looks evil,” Steve mused, looking at the drawing over her shoulder.
“He was 001… He was the first. They built the lab to contain him.” Eleven explained.
(Y/n) was holding up the sketch Eleven had drawn of the patient from Hawkins Lab, who Eleven knew as 001, that Nancy had discovered was Henry, that they all called Vecna.
(Y/n) knew that face.
“(Y/n)?” Dustin touched her shoulder. “(Y/n), are you okay?”
She heard her brother’s voice talking to her, and yet somehow she didn’t register it. He felt, he sounded, so far away.
It felt like an out of body experience, like her thoughts were no longer contained inside her brain, like they were swirling around her in a cloud, consuming her entire world. This was not Henry Creel, could not be Vecna. Eleven had to be wrong. She knew this face, and she knew it all too well.
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“Hi Peter, I see they let you out again. The usual?” (Y/n) smiled brightly.
Peter was her favorite regular at Benny’s, not that he was all that regular. He came in once every couple weeks or so. She assumed whenever the lab could spare him, though he always referred to it as a “reward” for good behavior. Benny’s menu was hardly “reward” worthy. It was decent. Benny was a good cook, but it was just regular diner food. She could think of four other diners in Hawkins that served the same fair, though Benny’s was certainly the closest to the ltab.
He wasn’t a particularly nice regular. He tipped very well, which she appreciated, but most regulars do or they wouldn’t be regulars anymore. Mostly, he was her favorite because he was an enigma. He worked for the Hawkins National Laboratory up the road, and he was very cagey about his work and himself.
“No coffee,” Peter amended without looking up from the papers in front of him.
(Y/n) scribbled haphazardly on the ticket and slid it across the window to put on deck for Benny. There were a couple tickets ahead of it, and that gave her extra time.
(Y/n) dragged the stool out from behind the register and plopped down directly in front of Peter, propping her elbows on the counter and looking at him expectantly.
Peter rolled his eyes but kept them trained on his work. This was (Y/n)’s usual routine any time Peter came into the diner, so he didn’t need to look up to know she was staring him down.
“Must you watch your customers so intently? I feel like a subject in the lab.”
“Only the interesting ones,” (Y/n) dismissed. “Now tell me; how’s the lab?”
Peter flipped over one of the pages mindlessly. He hadn’t processed all the words, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen if (Y/n) had anything to say about it. He kept up the appearance of reading though to hold her interrogations to a minimal. “It is in its usual state. I am nothing but a humble nurse for the children being experimented upon and tortured within its walls.”
(Y/n) rolled her eyes. It wasn’t the kind of joke she would have made, but she let it slide. “Yes, of course, but how is your work?”
“Why would you care to know?” Peter dismissed the question.
“Because I’m bored, and like my brother always says life is a curiosity voyage.”
Peter rolled his eyes, “Your brother sounds foolish.”
“Hey,” (Y/n) reached up and smacked Peter lightly on the side of the head, causing him to jolt. He stared at her in utter disbelief, as if no one had ever touched him before in his life, which she found very hard to believe. He was far too high and mighty, full of himself, not to have been bullied as a kid. “That’s my brother. Only I get to mess with him.”
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Nonresponsive and zoned out was not a good thing to be in Hawkins, Indiana in 1986.
“She’s infected with Vecna!” Dustin began to panic, “Quick someone get my headphones from the desk,” Dustin pointed to the desk behind Max, who practically threw the headphones in her rush to get them to Steve as Dustin ran to the small shelf and began digging through Mike’s cassette tapes.
“No, no,” (Y/n) shook aside the memory as quickly as she could manage. “Dustin,” she called to her brother, “Really, I’m fine!”
“Like hell you are,” behind her, Steve forced the plastic strap of the headphones around her neck. “Seriously? How hard is it to find Pat Benatar!” Steve shouted.
“Again, I’m fine,” (Y/n) rolled her eyes, wrenching the headphones off.
They couldn’t afford to waste a pair on her now. She could feel things coming to a head. Over the last 24 hours, virtually all of them had had to procure a pair of headphones and wrap them around their necks. Only Steve, Dustin, Eleven, and herself hadn’t heard the ticking of a clock at some point yet. A low drone of noise was filling the room as songs played from the necks of the other occupants.
“Really!” She insisted to the skeptical crowd of teens staring her down, “no ticking. I was just…” In addressing the room, her eyes found Eleven’s, “remembering something.”
Eleven’s eyes seemed to see right through her, and (Y/n) hesitated for a moment, wavering in whether revealing this information was a good idea or not. Everyone else in the room was staring at her, eyes darting now and again to Eleven.
It was too late to back out now. She took a breath and, watching Eleven’s face intently for her reaction, said the name.
“Peter Ballard.”
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“Hi again Peter, I’ll put the usual on for you.” (Y/n) greeted him with a wave as he came through the door.
This time, when Peter walked in, Benny’s was empty except for herself and Benny. He had his usual folder full of papers tucked under his arm, stamped with the fancy Hawkins Lab’s seal on the cover declaring it was privileged information.
“Thank you,” Peter took up his usual counter seat.
He had a way of being both extraordinarily polite and also incredibly rude at the same time. It was like he had spent his entire life being lectured on manners without actually having a single social interaction in which to use them.
“Benny!” (Y/n) called loudly over the order window, “Peter’s usual!”
Benny was somewhere in the back. With the diner being empty, Benny had ducked out to rearrange the stock while he left (Y/n) to mind the front. “Give me just a minute!” She heard her boss shout back.
“So!” (Y/n) whipped around, leaning back against the order window, “Gonna tell me how work was today?”
“Tiresome.” Peter clipped.
(Y/n) raised an eyebrow, “That’s about as descriptive as you’ve ever been. Was it coworkers or your human test subjects?” She said the last part teasingly.
Peter paused for a moment, still not looking up from his papers, but he seemed to consider her question longer than he usually would before dismissing her. “Boss.” Having answered, Peter immediately went back to flipping through pages, only adding under his breath, “Not that I would call him that, persay. He’s more like my worst nightmare.”
(Y/n) chuckled and approached, taking up her usual seat across from him. “Tell me about it. Last week, Benny didn’t let me off early on Friday even though it was my mom’s birthday, so my little brother recruited his friends to try to bake her birthday cake instead of waiting for me and almost lit my house on fire.”
The word fire seemed to catch Peter’s attention. He still didn’t give her the time of day or meet her eyes, still seemed to think that she was too beneath him for that, but his head did cock to one side. He was listening.
“What’s so nightmarish about your boss?”
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“What do you mean you ‘know’ Vecna?” Dustin demanded.
“He came into Benny’s from time to time,” (Y/n) felt like she was retreating into her skin. Eleven, Mike, Eddie, Max, the whole room. They were all watching her with dark eyes, watching her like they were watching the enemy.
Dustin was staring at her in utter shock. He didn’t notice the looks from his friends or the fear in her eyes. He was still trying to comprehend this massive piece of information.
Only Steve’s hand, resting with a firm grip on her shoulder, was keeping her grounded in the room, keeping her from bolting out the door like a frightened deer.
“And you talked to him? You knew him?” Max joined the questioning, her tone far closer to interrogation than Dustin’s disbelieving one.
(Y/n) shrugged defensively, “Lots of people from the labs came in. We were the closest restaurant. He said he was a nurse. I didn’t know he was the literal devil.”
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“Your boss sounds like a dick, no offense.”
“None taken.” Peter had talked to her. He had actually talked to her. Granted, they were complaining about their bosses, which was the oldest and most basic form of bonding in the book, but still. It was something. “He is.”
“Well,” (Y/n) hopped down from the seat she had taken on the counter while he recounted his tale of woe. “I’m gonna start cleaning up if it’s all the same to you.”
Peter waved his hand down the length of the counter and immediately reverted his eyes back to his papers that were off to the side of the plate he was presently eating off of.
(Y/n) smirked to herself as she pulled out her rag. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. She’d be damned if she wasn’t going to keep poking at him till she got the answers she wanted.
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It was Nancy who turned the whole scene into a proper interrogation. Though, perhaps given her profession, it was more of an interview. She waved the kids away from the seat in front of (Y/n) and took up a spot front and center in her vision.
“Tell us everything you know about him. Start from the beginning.”
(Y/n) took a breath and recited the facts as coldly and emotionlessly as she could manage. “His name was Peter Ballard. He came into the diner once every couple weeks. Everyone else from the lab came in groups, but he…” Her voice cracked for a moment, and she hoped everyone else in the room saw it as nothing more than the nerves it was, “He was always alone. He barely talked to me. The others said he was a nurse, and that he never talked to anyone in the lab either. He always brought files with him to read. It took months for him to even bother making eye contact with me.”
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“You never went to a proper high school?”
“No,” Peter droned. He still acted thoroughly unamused with her presence, but he had started more readily answering her questions.
(Y/n) huffed and leaned back on her stool, tilting away from him. “Well, that explains so much.”
Peter’s eyes shot up from his paper, and for the first time he met her gaze. Not exactly an angry expression, but at the least a doubtful one, colored his face as his eyebrows drew together. “How?”
“Well,” she let the legs of her stool fall back on the floor with a crash as she leaned forward towards Peter, “Sure, you didn’t have to deal with assholes on the basketball team shoving you into lockers, or girls on the cheer squad making fun of your clothes. But you also never found a group of friends with the same niche interest as you, or a guy to bond with over your mutual hatred of some bully, or a cute girl who thought you were the cutest thing since God invented puppies.”
Peter’s eyes narrowed.
“No, I’m serious,” (Y/n) immediately dismissed his expression. “Sure, there are giant swathes of humanity that are the absolute worst, but there are some humans who are really great when you give them the chance. And you,” she poked a finger into his chest, “never did. You were aware that some people sucked, but you didn’t hang around long enough to find the ones that didn’t before you decided to write all of us off as intolerable.”
Peter pursed his lips and turned back to his files. He wasn’t going to continue this line of conversation.
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“That’s really all I know, Nancy. I swear.” (Y/n) huffed.
“There has to be something though!” Nancy jumped up from her seat and began to pace, “It can’t be a coincidence that you knew him. Can it?”
“I didn’t know him,” She emphasized. “We didn’t exactly bare our souls to each other and get matching tattoos. We were friendly. He came in every couple weeks, ordered the same thing. Towards the end he started making small talk, but that was it. Small talk. He didn’t exactly spell out for me that he had dreams of becoming a mass murderer.”
“Yeah, but what are the odds that you would get wrapped up in all of this?” Jonathan pointed out. “It sounds like you’re the only person he talked to outside of the lab.”
“Pretty freakin’ high, Jonathan,” (Y/n) huffed. “If you haven’t noticed, Hawkins isn’t a metropolis. It’s a pretty small town, and weird shit keeps happening. We’re all wrapped up in it at this point.”
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(Y/n) froze, staring at Peter as he approached his usual seat at the counter. She’d clocked him instantly when he walked in, and instantly had known something was very off.
He looked more or less the same, all white outfit, holier than thou expression. His hair was in its usual blonde waves, and he seemed more or less as agitated with his own existence as he usually did.
“H-Hey Peter, Usual?” (Y/n) asked.
“Yes, please,” Peter replied.
And in that moment she realized it. That moment when he sat there, still looking up at her expectantly, waiting for her to put his order in. That moment when he didn’t look down.
No files.
(Y/n) rushed the order in to Benny and whirled back around to join Peter. There were a handful of other people in the diner, but they were all regulars who’d already gotten their food and knew their way around. She was completely unbothered with doing her rounds to their tables.
“Why no files?”
Peter raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you the one who’s always bugging me to talk to you?”
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“He’s not here,” Dustin dropped the flashlight back to his side with a huff.
They had gone to the Creel house again, hoping to find where in the Upside Down Vecna was. Now that they had Eleven, with her powers back no less, they wanted to lure him to a place they could face off against him.
“(Y/n),” Lucas called over the bannister from the second floor. “Did Vecna ever mention anywhere else he liked to go? Or somewhere else in Hawkins he felt connected to?”
“No!” (Y/n) shouted back with a huff, “If he’s not here he must be at the lab!”
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“So?” (Y/n) smiled, “Thoughts?”
“It’s… cold.” Peter mused.
(Y/n) huffed and pulled back from where she was leaning on the counter. “That’s it? It’s cold? I thought you were going to actually help me? You know, useful feedback?”
Peter slowly pushed the mostly-full milkshake away from his plate. “I never agreed to help you. You only assumed I would when I came in.”
“Yeah! For a free milkshake!” (Y/n) threw her hands up, utterly exasperated with him, “You have to have more thoughts than ‘it’s cold’. I’m making Benny put milkshakes on the menu, and it’s my ass on the line if they aren’t good.”
“It’s sweet.” Peter added, picking up another fry and taking a bite.
“Ooooh! Thank you so much! That’s so much more helpful.” She bit back sarcastically.
Rolling her eyes, (Y/n) snatched the milkshake away, slurping through Peter’s abandoned straw. She made a face, “Oh, ok… that is sweet.”
Peter didn’t meet her eyes, but he waved his hand and made a face that very much said ‘told-you-so’.
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It didn’t look like anyone had been in the lab since Eleven closed the portal. The bodies had been cleaned up, no doubt by the military coverup team, but the broken glass in the screened in room surrounding the old portal was still strewn about the floor. Hopper’s gun Bob had left in the control room was still on the desk. There were even still spatters of blood every few feet along the walls and stains from dried up blood on the floors.
“So,” Robin murmured quietly to (Y/n), “This is what Round 2 looked like? Man I am so glad I just had the Russians.”
“It doesn’t look like he’s here either. Doesn’t even look like he’s been here at all. There’s no portal,” Will assessed, turning back to the room.
“Fuck!” Mike turned, kicking a wall. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
He wasn’t at his old home. He wasn’t at the lab. He wasn’t at any of the places he’d opened portals that they knew about. (Y/n) was at a loss. There wasn’t anywhere else to look.
He must be hiding, hiding somewhere completely random with absolutely no connection to him. It was the logical thing to do if he didn’t want to be found, but it just didn’t make sense. Sure, Eleven said 001 was a creature completely void of any emotion, set to the singular purpose of restoring order to the world by ridding it of humanity.
But (Y/n) knew that wasn’t true. Hell, the Party should’ve known that wasn’t true. 001 had slaughtered an entire lab in an instant he was so blinded by rage, not even giving them the option to join them that he’d given Eleven. When he became Vecna and was sent to the Upside Down, the first place they knew he’d gone was home. Max had seen the disassembled pieces of the Creel house in Vecna’s inner hideout in the Upside Down. And Henry had talked to Nancy about her visit to his father, about how he’d vengefully plotted his demise.
Even the Peter (Y/n) knew was riddled with emotions, most of them negative, but still they were there. Even when he was putting on a neutral face, she always knew he detested humanity. He hated his job. He…
He’d teased her about her milkshakes, about how much she talked, about high school, about her brother. He’d…
(Y/n) bolted for the door. “Steve, get the keys! I know where he went!” She shouted.
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“So why don’t you ever sit with them?” (Y/n) asked, nodding with her chin over Peter’s shoulder to the lab coats at the table behind him.
They weren’t literally wearing lab coats, but in her mind everyone who worked in a lab was supposed to be wearing a coat. So that’s what she called them. In actuality, they were all dressed almost exactly the same as Peter.
“I mean, I know you hate them, but even you have to get lonely sometimes.”
Peter picked up another fry and put it in his mouth, avoiding her question.
“There must be someone tolerable enough to eat lunch with.”
“I eat with you.” Peter told her, “Do I need someone else?”
(Y/n) felt her cheeks turn a little bit pink, and she tried to swallow it down. “Well no, but you must have friends. Someone at the lab? Or someone from when you were a kid? I know you were homeschooled, but still. Everyone needs friends.”
Peter snorted, and (Y/n) wasn’t sure if it was at the idea of him needing someone or at the idea of having a friend. “Well, I regret to inform you that I just have you.”
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There was a portal, up against the wall of the diner, behind the counter right where she used to sit when she would talk to Peter.
“Dead on, (Y/n).” Steve patted her shoulder, joking, “He must’ve really liked the eggs.”
Grilled chicken with a side of fries and a coffee. Always the same food; didn’t matter what meal it was. (Y/n) didn’t bother to voice that though.
“It’s one of the basketball players,” Dustin pointed out.
A pair of broken, twisted out of shape, legs were sticking out from behind one of the couches the kids had dragged into Benny’s after it was deserted.
“It’s bigger…” Eleven murmured, taking a step forward towards the portal.
Mike caught her arm, pulling her back away from the portal.
(Y/n) didn’t join in, the banter or the analysis. She was staring at the portal.
It was right where she used to sit, literally right there. If Peter had been there, and she’d been in her usual spot talking to him, all she would’ve had to do was tip her stool back, like she always did, and she would’ve fallen straight into the Upside Down.
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“You’re gonna fall over if you keep doing that,” Peter pointed down to the legs of her stool.
(Y/n) rolled her eyes and continued to totter back and forth on the back legs of the stool. “Then I’ll knock my head in and get off work early, and you won’t have to put up with me. Sounds like a win for both of us.”
The front legs of the stool slammed to the ground, and (Y/n) stared wide-eyed, mouth ajar, at Peter.
Peter’s eyes had a fire to them she had never seen. There was something there, something behind his usual disinterested, annoyed expression. Something dangerous.
He had a vice-like grip on her wrist, and (Y/n) was positive that she was going to have a ringed bruise around the bone there in the morning from how tightly he held her and how hard he’d jerked her back forward. Her arm was stretched out across the width of the counter, practically touching his chest he’d jerked her so far back.
The shock in her face seemed to douse the fire in his. “Sorry,” Peter cleared his throat, dropping her wrist.
“N-No, it’s okay.” (Y/n) dismissed haphazardly. “Didn’t realize I was worrying you.”
Under his breath, so quietly she wasn’t quite sure she heard him right, Peter whispered, “Of course you worry me.”
“What was that?” (Y/n) asked.
“Nothing, just don’t want you dead on the floor. The hassle of finding another friend is unappealing.”
“Well,” (Y/n) smiled, though not as brightly this time as she usually did, “you can’t get rid of me that easy.”
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Vecna.
A grey body, void of skin and hair and a face. Vine-like Tentacles protruding from his back, whipping back and forth in all directions as if they had a mind of their own, encircling the party, drawing them tighter and tighter into him.
She knew what Eleven told her, knew the story of how Vecna had come to be, but she just couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t see Peter under there, inside the monster.
She couldn’t see Peter batting away Eleven with a vine, without a care in the world for her scream as she went flying back into a deadened tree.
Not Peter, not her Peter.
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“I’m sorry.”
(Y/n) looked up, startled. She hadn’t heard anyone come in. She’d been too absorbed in the math homework splayed across Benny’s counter to notice anything other than the mental image she’d been constructing of going to watch all of her friends graduate knowing she was going to have to repeat senior year.
“Oh Peter, I didn’t hear you come in. Usual?”
Peter sat down in front of her, which was not in his usual seat. “No, I only… I came here to talk, to apologize, and say goodbye.”
“Wait you’re leaving?” (Y/n) dropped the pencil from her hand. “Are they moving you out of the lab? What’s going on?”
“There’s been a… development. And soon my services will no longer be required.” Peter caught the pencil (Y/n) hadn’t heard rolling across the counter and carefully balanced it back in place in front of her textbook.
“W-Well, where are you going?” She tried, and failed miserably, to hide the disappointment from her tone, “I’m sure they have phones there. I’d hate to leave you with no one to pester you every week.”
“I can’t tell you.” Peter smiled, actually smiled. (Y/n) didn’t know if it was unnerving or endearing. It was the first time she’d ever seen him smile. She got the occasional snear, once in a while a smirk if she was particularly amusing that day. But he never smiled, certainly not like this, sad, disheartened, like he was sorry he had to go. “That’s why I came. I know I scared you last time I was here. I… I showed too much of myself, and for that I’m sorry.”
“Peter, you don’t have to apologize.” (Y/n) reached out, hesitantly and took his hand. “Not for being yourself at least.”
“Oh but I do.” Peter dismissed. Turning his hand over, Peter took hers in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Maybe one day you’ll see why.”
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“Eddie,” She whispered from their hiding place behind the rock, “whatever happens, can you promise me something?”
“What?” Eddie whispered back to her.
(Y/n) hesitated for a moment before she peeled herself away from the rocker’s side. “Hold Steve back.” Turning to Jonathan on her other side, she patted his arm. “And don’t let him and Dustin do anything stupid while I’m gone.”
(Y/n) was usually an anxious, hesitant person. She was an extrovert to the extreme, but she was also very risk averse. She was the type of girl who walked with her eyes on her own feet, and her arms brought in across her chest at all times. She didn’t exude surety or confidence ever. The three words her friends would use to describe her were skittish, excitable, and self-conscious. With Dart, Dustin had taken the lead trapping the monster in the cellar. In the Byer’s home, she had cowered behind Steve, from the demodogs and from Billy. In Starcourt, her brother had practically dragged her down to the Russian base. She had been the one driving the distraction car, all too happy to put distance between herself, Dustin, and Steve and the Mindflayer.
She was not fearless like Nancy or powerful like Eleven or a natural leader like Steve. In the face of monsters and spies and alternate dimensions, she was scared, like any normal person would be.
But this, she’d convinced herself, wasn’t a monster from an alternate dimension. A monster, maybe, but one she knew.
“(Y/n), what are you doing?” Jonathan tried to grab at her arm, but she moved faster, ducking out of the way as she came running out from behind the rock.
Vecna was baring down on Eleven, standing in front of Lucas, Mike, and Dustin with her arms wide as she tried to push him back.
“(Y/n)!” The shout came from somewhere behind her, but she didn’t look back at Steve as she heard him running after her.
“PETER!” She came to a stop under him and shouted up into the air, at the body in the center of the mass of tentacles.
His head turned, slowly, towards her. “Peter, come down here!”
“(Y/n),” he said, seemingly to himself.
She should’ve been afraid, quaking in her boots afraid. But for once, she just couldn’t seem to manage it.
Somewhere in the distance she could hear Steve shouting, shouting at her, at Vecna, at Jonathan and Eddie for holding him back.
“Peter!” She called again.
The tentacles seemed to whip back and forth through the air, splaying themselves out flat on the ground and slowly encircling where she stood, as they lowered their master to the ground.
“NO!” Dustin tried to jump, but without instruction needed Lucas and Mike grabbed him and held him back.
“Peter, you don’t have to do this.”
“Peter is dead. Your friend,” he spat the word, “saw to that.”
“I know she put you here, but I don’t think Peter’s gone.” A tentacle slithered at the back of her heels, and (Y/n) took a step closer to Peter.
“You always had such idealistic notions.” He snarled, “This is what I am. Not Peter, this.” Two of the tentacles whipped out from the circle they had formed around (Y/n), and latched onto her wrists, wrenching her down to her knees.
(Y/n) shook her head, “I don’t believe that.”
The tentacles tightened around her wrist, and she bit back a whimper in disgust as they began wrapping themselves slowly up her arms.
“Society is a scourge (Y/n). The real curse is not me; it’s humanity.” Peter began walking towards her, the tentacles around her dragging her to meet him.
“Then why haven’t you cursed me? Killed me?” (Y/n) asked, “Everyone else has heard the clock ticking, Peter. But here I am.”
The tentacles were wrapping around her chest now, gluing her arms to her sides. Peter, Vecna, did not respond. He stood directly above her now, her bound defenseless at his feet.
“If Peter was dead then you wouldn’t be listening to me right now.”
One of the tentacles wrapped itself around her throat, but she didn’t feel it constricting her at all. It was like it didn’t know what to do.
“Let them go, Peter. They’re just kids. Scared, little kids like Henry used to be.”
Steve was still shouting and struggling with Jonathan and Eddie, and in her peripheral, it seemed Eleven had joined the boys in holding back Dustin.
“I’ll stay.” She whispered loud enough for only Peter to hear. “We’re friends right? I’ll stay here, with you. But you have to let them go. Leave them alone, leave Hawkins alone.”
Peter blinked. “You wouldn’t leave your brother.”
He sounded like Peter, the dark, raspy voice of Vecna was gone. He sounded young again; he sounded whole.
“I’ll leave him to protect him. Peter, you live in this place free of people and the society you hated, and it’s still not enough. You never wanted to be alone.” The grip the tentacles had on her was loosening, and (Y/n) tried to stand. The tentacles melted away as Peter saw what she wanted to do. “I’ll stay here, with you. You won’t be alone… But you have to let them go.”
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“NO!” Dustin shoved forward and began pounding on the wall where to portal used to be. “No!”
His fingers tried digging into the wallpaper, into the wall. It had to be there; it couldn’t be gone. He could get back to her. They could save her.
The rest of the party watched in utter silence as Dustin scratched and clawed at the wall, trying to open the portal back to his sister.
No one tried to stop him, or intervene. They were all too stunned to speak, too stunned to move.
The only noise in the room was Dustin, screaming in despair at the wall, and Steve, quietly sobbing in the corner.
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Thanks for reading! If you like this, please go read my Eddie Munson fic. I'd really appreciate it! I think it's even better than this one, and it meant a lot to me writing it. I look forward to knowing what you think!
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Mike saving Will from drowning at Lover's Lake would make a mindblowing parallel with s1 and it'd be a very powerful moment for Mike after being taunted about Will's fake body.
#henry creel is totally using the memory against mike#byler#byler angst#<it's sort of an angsty thought because it mentions mike getting vecna'd
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𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖜 | by : 𝓐𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓪
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✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 : 𝚃𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗
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✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓿𝓮 : 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎
✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝔁 : 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚖 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 *JUST RELEASED*
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Nightmares and Day-dreams
Peter Ballard x GN Reader
Note: I hope y’all enjoy this! This’ll be my last fic till May. I thought it would be fun to dip into some horror and angst for this one. (The next one will be fluffy I promise haha)
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Warnings: Horror, dark themes, blood and gore, dead bodies, manipulating (reader’s innocent and a little lonely and this gets taken advantage of), psychic abilities, a tiny bit of mind control, unhappy ending
A soft knock on the door of your clinic woke you from your light slumber. You jolted, combing your fingers through your hair and wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth.
You smiled as you walked to the door. Only one person ever knocked, the same person who’d occupied your dreams a today and every night for weeks.
Since you’d started working at Hawkins lab, you hadn’t been able to get him out of your head. Sure he was attractive and all, his blue eyes alone would have anyone falling all over him. But there was something about him, something more than just his good looks.
Peter was so…sweet. He was patient with the kids, he was attentive and considerate of you and all his coworkers, God you’d rarely ever seen him without a smile on his face.
He was a genuinely good guy, sort of a rarity for you these days.
So when your day time fantasies had followed you to bed, you hadn’t been all that surprised. Peter was…the perfect man.
When he knocked again, you snapped back to reality. You realized you’d been thinking about his soft smile for much too long, once again.
You yanked the door open, only to be met with the sight of the sheepish, blond man, holding his hand against his chest and staining his all white clothes a deep red.
“Peter!” You gasped, your hands flying to cover your mouth as blood dripped down his wrist. Without Peter’s accident prone nature, you were certain you’d be out of a job.
“Hi,” he grimaced, wincing just a bit in pain.
“Oh my God Peter please get in here,” you grabbed his uninjured arm and pulled him inside.
He stumbled in behind you, more boy than man, blushing profusely.
You pulled out a chair, “sit,” you ordered before rushing to grab bandages and antiseptics.
Once you’d gathered supplies you knelt in between his legs. “Show me,” you ordered.
Reluctantly, he pulled his arm away from his chest to reveal the massive gash. It was worse than you could have imagined.
“How’d you even do this!?” You half asked and half scolded.
He cringed, “oh you know…” he trailed off but you hadn’t really been listening, too invested in stitching him up.
You sighed as you finished. “You can’t keep doing this,” you told him.
He gazed into your eyes, that sweet smile you loved so much brightening his whole face. “But then I wouldn’t get to enjoy the pleasure of your company.”
You blushed, trying to hide it as you stood to put away all of your first aid supplies.
“Don’t you have work to get back to?” you asked, flustered out of your mind.
He chuckled, “yeah I’d better get going.”
As he slipped out the door, you wondered how you managed to get anything done with him around.
You propped your head up on one hand, fighting sleep and losing as you glanced at the clock to read 10:42am. You sighed.
You couldn’t figure out what had you so tired these days. You’d been getting a full eight hours! And damn, you figured with your dreams filled with the face of your favorite blond man you would have slept a lot better.
You rubbed circles into your temples. You felt a wave of the same ‘head in a trash compactor’ feeling you did when you got no sleep at all. What was wrong with you?
Suddenly, you were roused from your thoughts by a familiar knock on your door.
Your pained face morphed into a bright smile. Peter.
When you opened the door he was standing before you, all white uniform, mug in hand.
“Good morning,” he smiled.
You returned his grin, even though your morning had been anything but good, it was much better now.
“No more injuries I hope?” You teased.
He laughed. “Not yet, but it’s still early I suppose.” He opened two creamers and poured them into the mug, stirring absentmindedly.
“Arm heeled up pretty nicely,” you noticed, coming around to touch the small mark where the giant gash had once been.
“Oh yeah,” he flexed a bit, “just needed a couple weeks and some TLC from my favorite nurse”
You giggled at his flirting, wondering what his curls would feel like if you ran your fingers through his hair.
He handed you the mug, “brought this for you.”
You gasped just a bit before taking a sip of the steaming liquid.
“Thank you so much,” you were touched.
“Don’t mention it,” he winked as he slipped out the door.
You smiled to yourself, he was so thoughtful, so considerate. You figured he must have been paying attention to you to notice you’d been so lethargic.
But…then again you hadn’t seen him this morning, not until now.
You shrugged, maybe he brought everyone coffee.
You pushed the thought out of your head, if that was the case, you didn’t want to know. You’d rather believe he thought you were special.
You took another long sip.
You startled awake at the feeling of someone nudging your arm softly. As you scrambled to collect your thoughts, still half asleep, you were met with Peter’s concerned face.
“Are you alright,” he asked.
“Yeah! Yes, I’m fine,” you babbled, blushing profusely.
“I knocked four times, I thought it would be ok to come in…” he trailed off, then frowned. “You’re really ok?”
You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Yeah um, I haven’t been sleeping well.” You told him.
But you had been sleeping well. For the past few days you’d been sleeping for ten hours instead of eight. Yet it seemed to be doing absolutely nothing, you were still exhausted. Past the point of struggling to stay awake, you were fully napping at work now.
“Oh that’s awful,” you could feel Peter’s concern, his gaze trained on your drooping eyes. “That’s how they torture people you know…lack of sleep.”
“Really?” you yawned, not processing a single word he said.
“You should get some rest,” he told you.
“What? No! I can’t sleep here,” you protested, “didn’t you need something? You must have come here for something.”
“Just a band aid,” he tugged your hand until you were standing, leading you towards the cot in your tiny clinic. “I can get it on the way out, why don’t you lie down?”
The more you mulled it over, the more that measly cot began to look like a king bed at the Ritz Carlton.
“Well…maybe I could for a little…”
He nodded, “you’re of no use to anyone if you’re tired,” he rationalized, “besides, you deserve it.”
“I deserve it,” you repeated as you climbed onto the cot.
“That’s right,” he smiled as he crept towards the door, flicking off the light switch on his way out.
You barely even noticed him leave as you drifted off.
You awoke abruptly to the sound of an alarm blaring. You stumbled off the cot. Of course something happened during the few seconds, you checked your watch, hours you’d been asleep.
You grabbed your first aid kit and rushed into the hallway, but the sight you were met with chilled you to your core.
Your hands covered your mouth as you slumped against the wall in shock. Corridors you’d walked down every day were now stained with blood. Children you’d tended to when they were sick, held when they were crying, now littered the linoleum floor.
Fear coursed through you. You slid down the wall until you were crouched in a ball, defeated, all but waiting for whatever monster had pillaged the lab to take you too. You couldn’t help but think of Peter, wondering if your perfect boy had escaped, if he was ok.
As tears began to prick your eyes, Peter crept around the corner, covered in blood yet, more serene than you’d ever seen him.
Your heart leapt in your chest. Peter had evaded the murderer, maybe there was hope for the two of you after all.
But as he stalked closer, any semblance of hope left within you shattered.
Peter wasn’t just calm, he was…pleased.
As he stepped over the corpses of discarded children, he smiled down at their youthful faces. He nudged them to the side with his feet.
You could feel your heart pounding out of your chest as you realized the blood splattered on his face wasn’t his own.
He knelt down in front of you, smiling softly and brushing your hair behind your ear. “Hello sweetheart,” he cooed.
You recoiled, his soft touch might as well have been a stab. Any fondness you’d had for him melted away.
“Ah ah,” he chided, gripping your chin and pulling you close. “Don’t shy away from me.”
If you moved to escape his touch, he gripped you harder. His head followed your movements like a snake, waiting to strike.
“Please,” your voice broke, “don’t kill me.” You begged, trading your pride for a chance at survival.
“Kill you?” Peter looked hurt, “no darling I would never kill you,” he moved to cup your face.
You squeaked.
He smiled, “I’d rather keep you.”
Peter was a deadly spider and he’d entangled you in his web. As much as you squirmed and struggled to escape, it was already much too late.
“K-keep me?” You felt a slimey feeling overtake you, “like…you want me to be your…partner?” The dream you’d had for so long had dissolved to a nightmare.
He chuckled as he stroked the back of his hand down your cheek.
The gesture made your skin crawl.
“Silly human, you’re adorable.” He pinched your cheek cruelly, “how do I say this you’re… beneath me.”
You hated that his words could hurt you.
“You’re more like a…hmm how should I say this,” his brow furrowed, “ah, you’re more like a pet to me, a bunny or a kitten or something.”
You felt like you’d been punched.
“Your mind, it’s so fun to play with,” his smile was sinister, “I could never let you go.”
Your face twisted in disgust, you couldn’t imagine a worse fate for yourself.
Peter sensed your discomfort. “You’ll come around,” he decided, “but for now, you’ve had a rough day and you need your rest.”
He threw you a mocking pout as he placed a hand on your forehead.
Your eyes began to flutter closed, as much as you tried you couldn’t fight whatever Peter was doing.
“Sweet dreams,” he whispered as your world faded to black.
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Yandere Henry Creel (3/9)
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That is, until there was but one child remaining. Eleven. I was tense and emotionally exhausted. I felt bad for each and every one of them, Two included. He was but a product of his environment, and nobody had ever taught him about morale or kindness. Nor had he ever received it.
Eleven was shaking in her boots. She sucked in a firm breath. Henry, his shoes clacking loudly in the silent room, went behind the young girl. He tied it with ease. And then, unlike the others, I noticed that he leaned over her shoulder and whispered something to her. Papa noticed. And I already knew Henry would be reprimanded later for his ‘disobedience.’
He returned to his spot against the wall, and I relaxed as I felt his arm against mine. Papa glanced, clearly displeased by what he did. However he didn’t call attention to it. Instead, he turned back and stated,” Begin.”
Both were shuddering tremendously, trying so very hard to muster the strength. My attention was completely stolen. At least, that was until I felt something press against my hand. I almost jerked away, but I recognized Henry’s soft fingers as they glided across my palm and he scooted closer, pushing our hands out of sight.
I gulped and I could only hope that my cheeks didn’t flush. There was something so much more loving as we held hands in secret, and as we watched the battle - me with great dismay -, I gained comfort from the quiet reminder that Henry hadn’t forgotten me yet.
My gaze returned to Eleven. She was grunting loudly, painfully, and Two was still seething. My heart accelerated, but this time, not from Henry’s gentle touch. His thumb circled over my skin smoothly and I gripped even tighter, watching with wide eyes.
Suddenly, Eleven was scooted back to the edge of the circle. There was something almost entertaining about it all, as though it were a nation-wide sport, and I could tell from the look in Papa’s eyes that he found it amusing. But Eleven regained her composure. Blood was dripping down both of their noses, and my brows furrowed.
As she raised her hand, a scream broke loose. Two clearly caught off guard, was thrust into the wall. I gasped audibly this time, but Henry squeezed my hand, reminding me not to react. Tears threatened to fall because this entire situation still appalled me.
Two’s body had left cracks in the glass and he tumbled to the floor. Eleven was panting furiously and lowered the blindfold, horror dawning in her eyes. Two used the wall to stand up, tearing off the blindfold in disbelief. There was something threatening in his gaze.
“Well, well. It looks like we have a new winner.”
~~~
I washed my face in the employee bathroom for the umpteenth time that day. Henry had yet to visit me in my dreams, and I was getting worried. Were they monitoring him so deeply? It had been god knows how long - at least a week - since we’d interacted, other than fleeting, affectionate glances. Not since we held hands. And I clung to that memory tightly.
For a place so ‘peaceful,’ it was horrible. Two was electrocuted severely for hurting Eleven so, and he came crying to me about it. About how badly he just wanted to impress Papa and be the best. And I couldn’t help myself. Nobody had heard, but I promised him. That things would get better soon.
And the adoration I held for Henry was starting to wear off. I needed his comfort to keep me sane in this hell, and without him, I was reduced to a pile of ashen rubble. Every time I went to the bathroom, I ended up taking longer than a minute - like I once did before skipping around the house to continue what I was doing - because I just couldn’t stop crying. Everything about this place was evil.
And with Henry’s silence and odd behavior I was starting to wonder if I was as trapped as him and all the other poor children.
As I raised my head and faced the mirror, I sniffled. I looked so miserable. My face was pale from the lack of sunlight exposure. I wasn’t able to stomach as much food because of the depression that consumed me. I barely slept because eI hardly expected Henry to be there.
And then, the knob to the bathroom jiggled. My voice was croaking, but I managed,” Occupato!”
“…It’s me.”
I almost melted at the sound of his gorgeous voice. Without thought, I threw the door open. He stumbled inside, seemingly weaker than usual. It worried me, because he looked so very tired. He pushed and locked door behind us, though.
And it was like he was consumed with an entirely new disparity and passion. Before I could get even a word out, I was pushed up against the sink. I gasped out of surprise, feeling my cheeks darken. At the same time, an arm snaked around my waist and pulled me closer, while the other tilted my head up.
“Hen —“
He cut me off entirely, pressing his lips against mine. It took me a moment to realize, and he pushed himself against me further. I reciprocated after I regained composure. More tears escaped and I swung my arms around his neck, closing any conceivable distance between us.
Oh, how I missed the feeling of his lips against mine. But never had he been so passionate. He was always so sweet and gentle. But now, he was aggressive, but not so much to be harmfully so. I couldn’t complain, though. I had just as much pent up frustration, and only Henry could sooth it.
His hands suddenly went to my legs and he lifted me onto the sink, pressing me against the faucet and mirror. It was uncomfortable, but I didn’t care. I swung my legs around his waist, grasping at his neck even closer. He kept kissing me, again and again, and I never wanted him to stop.
But then, as I went to paw at his chest, he grunted and his nose scrunched up. My eyes opened in shock, and I stopped my movements. Henry didn’t though continuing to kiss me. However, he was in pain and I knew it. My hands maneuvered up to his shoulder and I poked him gently.
Only then did his eyes shoot open and he separated. We were both panting quietly and his face was flushed. He still looked so agonized, barely able to stand straight. His hands placed themselves on the rim of the sink for support and he stared at me sadly.
“What’s wrong, my dear?” he hummed, although there was an edge to his voice.
I frowned and as I fluttered my eyes at him, my hand drifted up to his cheek. I stroked it gently and his eyes shut instantly, leaning into it with a sigh. All of the disscontempt seemed to melt away from my touch, and I couldn’t help but cry softly.
“What did they do to you, Henry? What’s wrong?”
He mouth opened and then shut again. He gulped and inhaled sharply. “Was I not allowed to see the love of my life?” There was no venom in his tone, and he was attempting to dodge the question. He always spoke even silkier when he wanted to maintain a secret.
“Of course I wanted to see you, Henry. I’ve missed you,” I cooed. His eyes opened and he lifted a trembling hand, wiping away the tears from my cheeks. “But you’re hurt. Please, you can tell me. I need to know what they did to you.”
Henry sighed. Before I was taken, he never sighed even once. But ever since I’d been here, it’s all he ever seemed to do. He was so much unhappier in real life, and I wished nothing more than for him to be happy. It pained me to no end to see how they insisted on hurting him and the poor, helpless children.
“They have noticed how I cater to Eleven. But I’m… especially fond of her,” he admitted, smiling sadly. “She reminds me of myself when I was younger. Alone and different but powerful. And I think - no, I know - that she can get us out.”
I gasped quietly, although it was mostly of joy. I grasped his shoulders before wrapping him in a warm hug. He chuckled lowly and returned it, his soft, blonde locks tickling my neck. I heard him inhale deeply, burying his nose in my hair.
“That’s wonderful, Henry! I hope we’re able to get all of the children out. Or, at least, call the government a - and put a stop to this place! I don’t think I could ever abandon even one of them…”
I felt him tense, and I couldn’t help but wonder why. Was he scared? Worried? Had he truly known this place his entire life?
But then, he laughed. I’d never heard him laugh so loudly, and he left the hug, instead standing in between me and clasping my hands tightly. He looked so happy and light and his beautiful smile was infectious. I giggled too, although I could never tell you what for.
As his laughs dimmed, adorning a charming smile and a twinkle in his eyes, he raised my arm. He began peppering butterfly kisses. Some on the back of my hand, but then he began trailing them up my arm. I giggled further, beaming. Henry was the cure to everything. We were in love and always would be. I had never been more certain of anything in my life.
He trailed the kisses along my uniform, moving my sleeve up further with each kiss. He reached my shoulder, and he paused, his pretty doe eyes flickering up to me. I grinned down at him, cheeks burning up and my smile irreplaceable. Henry just had that effect. He was so perfect and I thought of nothing but him when I was with him.
He was entrancing.
“I love you, Y/n.”
“And I love you, Henry. So very much.”
“The most?”
I paused at his odd statement. He was staring at me so innocently and with such a joyous grin as his head once again leveled with mine, his forehead pressing against my own. I supposed he needed comfort, of course. And who else did I love as much as him?
“Without a doubt, my love.”
He bit his lips, glancing over my expression with a fleeting amount of worry. I opened my mouth to ask, fingers ghosting over his exposed neck carefully where the horrible monitoring device remained tracking our every movements.
“…Would you still love me if I had to do something immoral?”
I tilted my head slightly in confusion, meeting his eye with concern. “What do have to do, Henry?”
I trusted him. He was a good man and an even better lover. He would never do anything unnecessary. I already knew he’d have to defend himself when we made our escape, and if people - Papa, hopefully - died in the crossfire, then I would be okay with it.
He gulped, collecting his thoughts. I could feel every breath against my lips, and I cherished how close we were. I was so very happy. Henry was the cure to every ailment and I was sure of it.
“There would be some casualties… I will try, my dear, to spare those that mean no harm, but… I will tell you the plan later. Do you trust me and will you always love me?”
I paused again, digesting what he said. His voice was sweet as honey, but too sweet. Perhaps he was sparing me from the brutality of it. He was the most thoughtful person I’d ever met and treated me like royalty. The answer was easy for me. I was madly in love with Henry.
“Yes, Henry. I trust you. And I will always love you, no matter what.”
His entire body froze and his eyes widened. I giggled quietly. I had taken his breath away, like he so often did to me. Usually, Henry had such a calm and collected composure, but today, he’d throw it all out the window. I enjoyed the new side of him. It was thrilling and exotic.
However, as his eyes rolled over my body in such a sultry, foreign way, he asked one final question.
“Do you love me unconditionally?”
“Yes, Henry. You know I do,” I mewled dreamingly, desiring to reconnect our lips.
He smiled, all hurt dissolving in an instant. He was so sure in himself and I loved to see him that way. His hands fell from the rim of the sink. My eyes widened as I felt the zipper on the back being tugged on. My heart accelerated more than I thought was humanly possible,
I gasped as it slid down my back and he paused unsurely, eyes meeting my own again. His mouth twitched. “Is this alright, my dear?”
I pursed my lips before breaking into a smile. I giggled like a school girl with a crush and Henry smiled, continuing to unzip the uniform. I leaned forward and started working on his own. I became more and more bashful, although it was like my entire body was on fire as we progressed in undressing.
“I want you, Henry, and nothing else.”
“Then marry me.”
“In a heartbeat.”
~~~
On my way to the storage room, of which Henry told me to go to immediately when the playtime after lunch began, I ran right into Eleven. As tense as she was, though, Henry must’ve tipped her of my trustworthiness. She was so very shaky and was still struggling from the beating Two and his friends gave her. In her tiny hands was a keycard.
“Here,” I whispered as I led her down the hallway. “Let me keep that. Just in case.”
Her tiny hands pressed it into mine and I tucked it into my pocket. Henry hadn’t told me much of what the game plan was, even when I tried to pry the information out of him after we made love. So, instead, I maintained a blind trust in him. I placed my hand on the small of Eleven’s back and urged her toward the game plan.
We arrived at the storage house and I used my keycard to unlock it. Inside was desolate and large and dark. I didn’t want to flick on the lights, instead vying for my eyes to adjust. I could hear Eleven panting heavily and I held her closer. We entered further, and then, within the darkness, I saw him.
Henry appeared from around a bookshelf, and he when Eleven jumped, he raised a finger to his lips and patted her shoulder. His eyes flitted over to me nd he was as calm and collected as he tended to be, eyes surveying for anyone else.
“Quiet. Follow me.”
He removed himself fro Even, instead leading us through the various shelves until we made it to the wall. I saw a small circular vent that only the children and myself could fit through, and it made me wonder what Henry had in mind for himself. He beckoned Eleven in particular over and crouched. She followed suit.
“Now, it’s going to be a bit scary, but you’ll fit.”
“But… you?”
H sent her a reassuring smile. “That is where you come in, Eleven. I the to ask this of you, but —” He motioned for her to stand and he joined my side, an arm wrapping around me. I leaned into him by default, my heart beating erratically. “—You and the other children are not the only ones trapped here, Eleven. Everyone here is a prisoner, Eleven. Not just you. We are, too.”
“What… do you mean?” Eleven asked quietly, eyeing between us in confusion.
“Here.”
He leaned over and tilted his head. He brushed his soft hair out of the way, revealing the tracker planted in his neck. On instinct, Eleven reached toward it, gasping quietly. She didn’t quite understand, but she knew that it was bad news.
“You see, Eleven, everywhere I go, they can follow me. I could escape if I so pleased but they would find me. I - we - are trapped here.”
“Help.”
Henry smiled softly. “Yes. I need you to help. See, I want you to take it out of my neck so then I can help Y/n here.”
Her eyes furrowed and I gasped quietly, fingers squeezing his arm. He sent me a smile, doe eyes fluttering knowingly. I gulped down my questions, even if tears threatened to fall. I didn’t want for Henry to hurt further. Eleven clearly shared the notion.
“Hurt.”
Henry chuckled lowly. “Remember. You can’t hurt me anymore than they already have. Come, Eleven.”
He sat against a pillar and I crouched down next to him. His voice was honey smooth and I wiped away the tears. This was necessary. All of this was, even the potential fatalities that would follow. I was consumed with dread, even though I trusted that Henry knew what he was doing.
He pulled his knees to his chest and I sat beside me. His hand searched for my own, and although his expression was peaceful, from how tightly he squeezed my hand, I knew he was not. He didn’t like being hurt. Nobody did. And it pained me to see him this way. Eleven stood in front of him bare feet flexing anxiously agains the ground.
Henry, with his free hand, grunted in anticipation and revealed the small tracker in his neck. Veins were popping out of his arm from how worried he was. However, he was doing his best to maintain the atmosphere. Eleven and all the children were good. At the bare minimum, they knew that hurting people was wrong.
Eleven stepped and raised her hand. I offered him a cloth and held it to his mouth. And then, it was like there was a small whirring in the air. Henry was shaking and continued to pant into the cloth. I comforted him, a few tears escaping. And then, all of a sudden, a pop sounded and a small piece of metal flew from his neck.
I gasped and Henry released me entirely, completely exhausted. However, I turned him toward me. I used the cloth and wrapped it around his neck. Already, blood was spewing from it, but the cloth caught it. I cupped his cheeks as he tried to recover.
“Henry, it’s alright,” I hushed. “It’s over.”
It clattered against the ground. Henry didn’t acknowledge it, instead pushing himself up to his feet. He was oddly spry, not needing any time at all to recover. I bit my lip in concern as he walked toward the small, black device. He seemed so strong for someone who just had his neck torn up.
He crouched and picked up the piece. Eleven was panting, some blood dripping from her nose. I sighed and went over to her. Using her uniform, I drew her attention to me as I used her sleeve today it away. Something I always wanted to do because it wasn’t healthy for the kids to bleeding constantly.
Henry rotated it in his hands. His brows were furrowed and I’d never seen such a serious twinkle in his eyes before. His smile was faded and there was anger present in his eyes. I stood beside Eleven in concern, about to call out for him. He had a firm furious frown tugging against his cheeks.
“Who knew something so small could cause so much trouble,” he hummed in distaste.
His expression completely morphed to the one I was familiar with. Innocent azure eyes, a soft smile, and all the tenseness having faded. He sent me a smile and allowed the device to plop to the ground.
“Thank you.”
Eleven, with another huff, nodded. One of her hands grasped onto my uniform tightly, and although she didn’t yet have the vocabulary to express it, she worried for Henry too. As some blood dripped again, she wiped in with a new resolution.
Suddenly, from up the stairs, the door burst open and a burning flashlight broke through. Angry men roared and Henry was the first to react. He grabbed my arm and I grabbed Eleven. “Run!” he bellowed, pulling us down the corridors. I could hear various ‘freeze’ and ‘stop where you are’s flying at us from behind.
We took a sharp turn, the men hot on our trails. Their flashlight lit up the path for us, and a small shriek escaped my lips. Henry pulled us up the stairs, our shoes or lack thereof clacking against the metal.
“Lock it down, lock it down!”
Henry threw open the doors, making sure we made it through first. His hands barely grasped onto my lower arm again, and as the door shut from behind, men in green suits appeared from the end of the corridor. A squeak escaped as I pushed Eleven behind me protectively, and Henry wasn’t having any of it.
We from, and from behind us, the others appeared. We were completely closed in and I could feel Eleven trembling. Henry looked almost gleeful, though. He still maintained a quaint smile as he glanced between the two groups.
“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?”
One of the men started up an electric stick. I gasped and Henry glanced at me. He was firm and resolute not an ounce of fear present on his handsome features.
“Against the wall! All of you! Now!”
I gulped and turned toward the wall. However Henry’s arm shot out, stopping me. “No. You don’t have to be afraid of them, Y/n. Not anymore.”
The man we were facing had a growing smirk. Henry’s breathing became heavier. The man nodded to the other, and they drew closer.
Henry’s nose flared.
And then, all of a sudden, he raised his hand to the ones behind us. I gasped and Eleven was also startled, holding onto my uniform tighter. The men were thrown into the wall, grunting loudly. The lights were flickering manically and the walls were crumbling.
I pulled Eleven away, trying my best to suppress my fear. I knew Henry had powers. He was once one of the number, and most likely, the first. And I trusted him. He was doing what was necessary.
One man was thrown into the ceiling, a loud crack resonating in the hallway. The others were thrown every which way. Only one man was left standing, and I noticed how Henry’s dark expression had returned. The man wanted to yield, but Henry’s glare deepened and a frown graced his angelic face.
And then, he tilted his neck.
The man’s entire head was turned and he collapsed the ground. I screeched, shivers rolling down my spine. Tears threatened to fall once more. I understood he was doing what he thought he had to, but that man wasn’t attacking, right?
Eleven turned to look at us. He was dead serious, no longer hiding the dim mood he was in. I didn’t even manage to get a word out as he exclaimed,” Come.”
He grabbed me, and Eleven followed suit. He pulled us into a cleaning closet, slamming the door behind us. I was panting, feeling so very anxious. Henry had always been so sweet and gentle and kind. But he had snapped a pleading - and most likely, innocent - man’s neck without thought, and I tried so desperately to justify it.
Henry slammed the door. Eleven was confused and scared. He noticed I was, too, but he didn’t pay attention to it.
“Wait here. Don’t move. I’m going to find us a way out.”
I went to grab him, but Eleven beat me to it. “Oh, wait. H - how did you…”
Henry sent her a soft smile although his gaze was glued to me. “Like I said. We’re alike, you and I.”
Henry glanced down and pulled up his sleeve. Just like before, there it was, his zero-zero-one seared into his flesh, grey from wear and age. Realization dawned on Eleven and she met Henry’s expression once more. She was met with a mischievous grin, and just like that, he turned and left.
We were left standing there. Eleven was shellshocked. And I was horrified, still digesting what played out before me.
But I loved Henry. I trusted him. So why did I desire so badly to chase after him and see what he was doing?
“Eleven,” I spoke,” you need to stay here. I - I’m going after him. I promise, I’ll be back in a bit.”
Elven nodded curtly, knowing that I was doing what I knew I had to.
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remember pt.2- e.m./001
after lots of requests and a month-long account glitch, here’s part two!
part one!
summary: your nightmares become real when you finally see henry again.
warnings: dark fic, vampire eddie, violence, eddies death but not really, henry is an asshole?, asphyxiation, gore, angst, body horror, horror themes, language, demogorgans, detailed descriptions of pain, not much s4 plot i think, allusion to mind manipulation, vines
let me know if you think i missed anything!
the first thing you recognize as you come to is the pounding in your skull. the pain is not unfamiliar to you, but this time it’s different. this time, it’s from blunt force; not the manipulation of your psyche.
the second is the pain on your wrists, ankles, and neck. something is pressing, squeezing, holding you.
the third, and maybe most horrifying, is that everything feels cold. so fucking cold. and wet. the realization sends you into a panic. “eddie?” you try to cry out on instinct, but the thing wrapped around your throat squeezes tighter. you wonder momentarily if the darkness around you is from your location, or the lack of oxygen to your brain.
“baby?” a choked, wet sputter causes you to clamp your eyes shut, memories playing behind your eyelids like some sick horror movie. is this how cheryl felt, when the tree limbs started to attack her before her possession? or laurie, when michael was breaking into the closet to get her? no, this is worse, because it was real. you had been losing him, right before your very own eyes.
the pain of the claws digging into your scalp goes nearly unfelt as the monster’s face opens up, unleashing a terrible cry and holding your head in place. it’s making you watch-
it’s making you watch as those things swarm your lover, ripping him apart. you know you’re screaming, begging it to stop. it goes unheard over the sounds of skin ripping and eddie’s ear splitting, heart retching, nauseating screeches.
“don’t torment yourself, my dove.” vecna’s- henry’s- deep growl pulls your eyes open. he’s standing above you, the limbs of dead trees and blue-red hues of the sky creating a beautifully sinister backdrop to his figure. “he’s alive, that’s all that matters.” his malformed hands come to move your hair from your face.
“please-” you gasp, though you’re not quite sure what you’re pleading for. to see him? to leave this place? for the restoration of your ability to take in oxygen?
for this nightmare to be over, you decide.
the pressure on your windpipe lets up minutely, and you greedily suck the tainted air into your lungs. your chest rattles with the force of it, but he smiles.
“i do hope you appreciate the changes i’ve made to him.” he grates, grabbing your shoulders as softly as his taloned hands are capable, and lifting you to sit up.
the sight causes you to let out a harsh sob. the things, your bindings, which you now realize are vines, tighten around your bruised skin. eddie is being held up against a tree by them, but his body is sagging. he looks sick, weak, and oh so pale. the image of the monstrously delicate wings trailing from his back is almost enough to distract you from the mahogany irises piercing into your soul.
“what did you do to him?” you practically scream. you try to crawl to him, and shockingly, henry lets you. trembling legs carry you to him, protesting when you begin to stand. you ignore the ache, cupping eddie’s jaw and pressing your forehead to his. “my love, what did he do to you?” you cry, thumbs stroking away the tears from his icy skin. he doesn’t speak, simply pushing his head harder toward you.
“simple changes, little one.” henry grits, hand resting on you shoulder. “think of them as adaptations, to accommodate your new home.” eddie whimpers at his words, more tears running onto your hand.
“i’m a monster.” he sobs, casting his eyes to the ground.
“no, eds. no, you’re still my beautiful boy.” you breath, tucking a strand of blood caked hair behind his ear. he shudders at your touch but nuzzles into it all the same.
“i’m glad you think so, y/n. he’s in desperate need of feeding.” henry growls. before you can begin to consider the implication of his words, a claw runs over your chest. a scream rips from your lungs as you begin to wringle in his arms. blood runs beneath your shirt, and a deep groan from eddie forces your gaze back up. his eyes are suddenly alert, both with fear and hunger.
“oh god-” you gasp, the vines holding eddies straining limbs beginning to loosen.
“run.” eddie begs, the sound of breaking bone filling your ears as new, sharper, far more dangerous canines force the old ones from his gums. you don’t hesitate, ripping yourself from henry’s arms and taking off into a sprint.
your combat boots slap the ground, carrying you as fast as you can muster. “you can’t outrun him, darling!” you hear the false voice, the way henry sounded before, call from behind you.
you don’t get far before eddie’s chest is knocking into your back, forcing you to the ground once again. “no! eds, please!” you scream. he grips your hair hard, knuckles leaving new bruises on your scalp.
“i’m so sorry.” he whines, other hand griping your jaw and forcing your neck to an agonizing angle. your shriek echoes through the desolate, decaying version of your home as the full extent of his teeth rip through the soft and bruised skin of your jugular.
the fingers on your skull trail down, rubbing what he hopes are comforting circles on your spine. it’s so painful but it’s still eddie, causing you to go slack in his arms. you’ll let eddie takes anything he wants from you. your heart, your love, your body, and now your blood.
the pain seems to lessen the blurrier your vision becomes, but you can still see when henry kneels before you. your mind flashes back to that night, when you’d first realized he was trying to reach you through your nightmares and sent you running to eddies safe arms. now he’d made eddie into one of them. you don’t want to wake up though, because if this is how you have to keep him holding you, you’ll do it. your eyes start to droop in lethargy.
tags: @katlovesall @gothicmitsuri @vanthrefrigeration @comfortlibrary @reblog-potato
“sleep, little one. i won’t let him take more than you can give. when you wake, we’ll still be here.”
(some of you didn’t ask, so i hope you don’t mind the tagging! sorry!)
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Never Lose Me (Henry/001 x reader)
(Summary: Where you are unwillingly part of one of Dr. Brenner's project's in the lab, Henry /001 is the one who he pairs you with. But something goes wrong during the pregnancy..)
(Warning: Mentions of murder, Medical stuff, blood, death, dark themes, Dr. Brenner is his own warning)
It was a cold rainy September night, when you got kidnapped by a old grey haired man named Dr. Martin Brenner. Who was now your 'boss'. He forced you to join one of his projects and he stuck you in a room with a very handsome mysterious guy named Peter Ballard, who you later found out his real name was Henry Creel.
(Flashback)
"W-who are you? Wh-where am I?" You finally got the courage to speak.
"Henry.. Henry Creel." "But I thou-" "Brenner changed my name.. and I'm sure you know why.." Henry said looking at you. He was right you did know, he was supposed to be dead but here he is in the flesh.
"I'm not going to hurt you..." "Where am I? Why am I here? And don't try anything i know karate.." you said trying to stand your ground. He was not bying it.
"Your at Hawkins Lab, Dr.Brenner is making you become involved in one of his projects.. that's why your in here with me.."
"Wait you knew?" He nodded.
"He told me and showed me who you were. Y/n M/n L/n, 25 years old. Honor Roll in high school, went to one of the best schools for nursing, Single, and a Orphan... Brenner actually let me pick who was going to be apart of this project.." your face went back to a horrified expression. "Don't worry he was planning to get you anyways. He needs a new nurse."
"H-ho-" "He has a file of you.. he has files of everyone.. and I picked you because I can sense theirs something... between us..."
And Henry was right. There was/is an unspeakable bond between the two of you no one could figure out... not even them. From then on, you both got to know each other he told you more about the lab, himself, how he was/is a number and that he has powers just like the other children. He also told you about the project.. how you and him had to conceive a child. You were mortified and refused.... Until that one night....
"What happened?" You walked towards him seeing him on the ground in pain. Henry refused to break down his wall and shook his head.
"They punished you didn't they?" You asked. He sighed and nodded.
You got the first aid kit and asked him to take off his shirt. You never knew how toned he actually was until now... you quickly shook the thought away and You started to tend to his wounds.
"What happened this time?"
"Brenner doesn't like how close I am getting to 011."
"I see that.." you said with a frown as you finished tending to his wounds.
But before you could move away, he grabbed your arm and lifted up your chin, making you look into his eyes and before you knew it, his lips were on yours and you were being pushed back onto his bed.
Now, You were months into your pregnancy and at first everything was fine until the past few weeks going into the third trimester of your pregnancy. You had been exhausted and coughing like crazy you also looked survirly pale, but you just thought it was just because of being trapped in the lab. During your pregnancy you haven't been able to see Henry as much but, he did grow concern. You missed seeing him everyday, You thought, As you walked with one of the other woman in a different project Lydia, who had became your friend. While she talked to you about the reasoning she was here and her husband.
"I've been missing him like crazy. And the only reason I am doing this is because I need the money or I don't know what will happen to us-" you started to feel faint slowing down your speedy as well as starting to cough slightly, trying not noticing the blood that was coming out as well.
"Y-y/n are you okay?" She asked concerned, looking behind towards you.
"I-im..f-fine." You said in between heeps of breaths and coughing up large amounts of blood, before your eyes rolled back and you clasping to the floor. Lydia dropped her pad running towards you.
"Omg. Y/n? Help! HELP!" She shouted. To see Dr.Brenner and two orderly's running up to them.
"Lydia what happened?" Brenner asked eyes filled with shocked and a little horror.
"I-I don't know... w-we were just walking and she started coughing and slowing down. Before I knew it she clasped." She said with tears streaming down her eyes.
"Jackson take Ms. Rowe back to the project room. Lucas take ms.L/n to the infirmary immediately! And page the infirmary! Hurry!" Brenner ordered. The two men hurriedly went to there tasks.
While Lucas rushed Y/n to the infirmary. He immediately paged the infirmary.
"This is Lucas Soks i have a serious matter ms. L/n clasped in the hall coughing up blood. Dr. Brenner needs to have all hands on deck. I'll be there soon!"
Not occurring to Lucas nor Brenner that Henry over heard everything and is hot on their tracks.
Once, Lucas got her to the infirmary the team took you and placed you on the table placing an oxygen mask on to your mouth and nose, while giving you an IV as they pushed everyone else out of the room.
As Dr.Brenner was going to the infirmary to see what was happening he was stopped in his tracks by an all to familiar voice/person.
"What did you do to her?" A bitter voice said.
"001 we have no idea what happened. I'm on my way to figure it out now and I suggest you let me through or suffer the consequences." Brenner spoke.
Henry opened his mouth to speak then closed it again before letting Brenner pass.
"I will let you know what happens.." Brenner said before continuing to the infirmary.
Once he was gone, henry punched the closest wall near him. Though Brenner used you for his "project" you both actually fell for each other. He never expected to fall in love or have any actual feelings for anyone or anything but, their was something about you that allured him. Now that he has you he's not going to let you go no matter what. He couldn't bare the thought of losing you.
Once, Brenner got to the infirmary.
"What's going on?" Brenner asked one of the nurses.
"Her body is starting to shut down, one of her organs is clasping. We need to get her into surgery now." She explained.
"I don't care what happens to her but, make sure that baby is alive." Brenner stated.
"But sir-" "do as I say! Kill her i don't care but I.want.that.baby.alive!" He ordered.
They looked at him with a horrified expression before following his orders. One of the nurses Katherine was a very good friend of yours even before the lab. She couldn't believe what she had heard. And slipped out of the room to find Peter/Henry. She found him where he usually was working in the Rainbow room.
"Mr. Ballard could I speak with you for a moment.. 011s results came back." She made up a good excuse or well she hoped. Looking at the other orderlies who had actually bought it. Peter got up and followed her.
"I need to tell you something important."
"Ms.Thorn I don-" as he was about to walk back to the rainbow room " It's about Y/n." Henry paused in his tracks slowly turning around walking back towards Katherine.
"What about Y/n." He said in a deep almost concerned voice.
"Br-Brenner wants to kill her..." those four words almost sent him into a rage. "Y/n's condition, is one of her organs are failing. There getting her-she's probably already in surgery now. Brenner never cared about her seems pretty obvious but all he cares is wanting that baby... your baby alive... no matter the costs.." She explained. Henry was frozen in place rage filling him more and more like poison seeping through. He need to do his plan as soon as possible.
"I-I have to get back before Brenner notices.. I wanted you to know.." and with that Katherine went back to the infirmary. While Henry went back to the rainbow room to start his plan.
(Timeskip: past through the mascara and everything also eleven escaped through the tunnel when Henry showed her, also it's a bit different because he was killing everyone who was in the way of getting to you so yeah!)
Once, Henry finished off with the last nurse stopping him from getting to you. While compelling Katherine to tend to their daughter, he saw you laying on the table stitched back up in a gown. His heart dropped while he picked you up in his arms holding you hoping you will wake up and be with him. That he did not lose you and as if the gods were on his side he felt your fingers move against his back pulling your chest to his ear feeling/hearing your heartbeat once again. He picked you up into a bridal style pose. And took you and their daughter home.
Once you woke up, you felt as if you were on a cloud looking around to notice you weren't in the lab but in your house well your room to be exact. You heard footsteps coming towards you, to see Henry.
"H-Henry.." your voice croaked out he neiled down and pulled you into a deep hug you slowly wrapped your arms around him pulling him closer.
"I thought I lost you.." he said. While kissing your head. You pulled away putting your forehead against his.
"You could never lose me.." you said looking into his perfect blue eyes.
Before he could say anything their was a knock on the door frame. Both of you looked over to see Katherine and a baby.. your baby. You sat up as quick as possible.
"I-is she okay.." you asked concerned.
"She's perfect. Here. I'll give you three sometime." Katherine replied handing your daughter over to you. "She still needs a name by the way." She said before leaving.
Your eyes welled up as you looked at your beautiful daughter. As her arms moved and grabbed your hair.
"H-hi." You said as tears of joy streamed down your face. You saw her look over at Henry. "Is that your dada?" You asked lifting her up.
Henry watched mesmerised by just the small interaction between you and their daughter. "She does still need a name.." he spoke up. You looked at her for a moment before smiling.
"Hayley Grace... that's her name.." you looked at Henry for a moment. "Hayley Grace Creel.." Henry looked at you for a moment, before a smile creeped up onto his lips as he brought the both of you in his arms. While whispering "it's perfect.."
You both stayed like that for a while, you couldn't imagine anything better. Your little family. You didn't regret anything, not even being forced to stay in the lab because if you didn't, you wouldn't be here with Henry and your daughter.
Word count: 2032
(A/n: I hope you all enjoyed this! I know it's kinda rushed but! I NEED TO KNOW IF THIS HAPPENS TO ANYONE ELSE!, Do you ever have a whole BUNCH ideas for writing but you have no idea how to start it?¿ please let me know that I'm not the only one haha.. anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed! :) )
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She's Mine, You Stay Away From Her .
pairing; Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader
summary; Reader is basically in Elevens spot like in the episodes leading up to 7; The Massacre at Hawkins Lab in season 4
warnings; swearing, descriptions of - Murder, insanity, hatred, being shocked, anxiety, isolation. Peter himself is considered a warning for this fic.
a/n; I've spent forever working on this agh!!! it's been taking up my time of working on other requests </3 but I got the inspiration of this fic based of an edit I saw of Peter to this song! I also just really wanted to write him to a Pierce The Veil song because they're my favorite band :) (HOPING THIS DOESNT FLOP HHJ)
word count; 5.1k
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The lingering quietness was always off putting inside of Hawkins Labrotory. It always made you feel uneasy. The fact that you were forced to live and work here everyday for most likely the rest of your life was uneasy.
But there was nothing that could be done, Martin Brenner was a dangerously powerful man who ruled over everybody that was within the walls of his facility.
And it was clear to you that he had not a single silver of an amount for care for the humans inside of his building either. If he did, he wouldn't be scientifically experimenting on children to give them different forms of physiological powers. It was inhuman to do this to undeveloped brains of practically toddlers.
And you having to watch and document it happen every single day was picking away at your sanity piece by piece. What you would do if you could've had the power the children withheld.
You would take matters into your own hands and put an end to all of this insanity that went on, put an end to the man behind the madness.
You weren't sure if you were losing your sanity, or if it was already lost. But you would do anything to break free of this hell, Martin seemed to be Satan himself when someone did something he didn't like, if they even breathed the wrong way, his wrath would come their way and would last for longer than you'd prefer to admit.
But you weren't the only one who seemed to grow this type of hatred for a place like this, no. There was another, And though you'd never been directly told you weren't the only one, you could tell. It was obvious in your eyes.
He seemed to be Brenners favorite, and also his most hated worker, And his name is Peter Ballard. A man with the facial features made of pure beauty like a God.
He isolated from others, as they were uninterested in him and often spat shit at him, infront of him and behind his back and you'd heard it all. Some of the pesky rumors that went around about that gorgeous man seemed so ridiculous a fucking 4th grader could've came up with better.
You were both just looking at eachother, the tension wasn't awkward between the two of you, she was nervous to be standing before you, you towered over her.
She probably would have started to sweat thick bullets if it weren't constantly fucking cold. Which surprisingly didn't constantly get the children sick, maybe them having humanly impossible powers strengthened their immune system to the point they don't get sick anymore.
It wouldn't suprise you if that were true, nothing was surprising anymore unless Brenner left you off with a warning and not 3 hours of you getting shocked to the point your nerves went numb and you felt like you were about to take your last fucking breathe.
"play." Eleven mumbled out and lightly tugged on the hem of your skirt. you raised a brow at her, your face felt blank, and numb, you felt numb inside too.
"play what." your voice was clear and ferm, your remember how your mother used to tell you when you were a teenager that she loved the femininity in your voice, it made you sound more professional.
The image of your mother's face in your head made you feel a certain way, a feeling that had felt lost for a long time, like it was hidden deep and burrowed inside you.
"puzzle." Eleven spoke, bringing you back to the reality you lived in today. the dreadful reality you lived in.
"okay." her small fingers wrapped around your index one, guiding you towards a small table, leaving you next to one of the chairs, you sat down feeling somewhat hesitant. You didn't understand, why now? why would Eleven now be talking to you?
Maybe it was something under the control of Peter, or Brenner, maybe either of them convinced her to talk to you, to get you to like her and use her as a weakness towards you. You didn't trust anyone anymore, the first look you took inside this building, you knew you were fucked.
Eleven sat across from you and placed a tiger children's puzzle onto the table, opening the box carefully. Everything felt off, You'd never spoken to Peter before, but you didn't need too, you already knew he hated this facility as much if not more than you did.
But you did supervise the rainbow room together, You were never a fan of the room, infact you seemed to have a weird sense of hatred for it, the way the room was displayed.
Maybe it was those muted rainbows on the wall and flooring. Or all the toys that surrounded them to make it seem like they were cared for, when in reality it was most likely to keep them distracted from the mortifying reality around them.
The somewhat nice part about that room was the children mostly placed nicely with one another, the youngest would play with wooden building blocks or solve animal puzzles. There were only around 4 of the children that were in their tweens..
It was 002 and his gang, God you fucking hated 002 and his devious little followers. All they did was bother one of the subjects, and specifically one, her name was Eleven.
She never caused trouble, because she was too afraid. She feared everybody, and she was only a little bit older than the youngest ones. She was 8 years old, the younger ones were more around 5-6.
She was especially scared of the workers, but she liked to play around with the puzzles and challenge herself to see if she could solve them, she also seemed to be observant.
She seemed to take interest in you, often you would catch her looking over at you, but you'd never thought anything of it, mainly because you couldn't care enough.
But today was different, because this time instead of the small girl just eagerly staring at you, she ended up walking her walk over towards you. You tried not to show the suprise on your face, you saw Peter watching her as if he were a hawk and she was a meek prey from the corner of your eye.
Her shaved head looked up at your eyes, You assumed she wanted to talk to you, but since she was 8, and no one cared to teach these beings anything else other than how to enhance their powers, they most likely didn't understand how to form full sentences from what you've seen and heard.
You looked around the room carefully without trying to move your head much, you started inspecting the rest of the ominously quiet room. The children were usual to minding their business.
You brought your gaze to the blonde man who kept to himself, and noticed he couldn't seem to keep his own gaze off of you.
'..Weird.'
You looked back over at Eleven and found her struggling to fit a puzzle piece to connect with another, though it was the wrong piece. You carefully took the small cardboard photo from her tiny fingers and placed it in the spot, she just stared at you, like she were embarrassed.
You weren't really sure what you were supposed to do or say now, you sort of just awkwardly smiled, it was too quiet for you to speak, your sanity didn't want you to crack somehow by simply speaking to an 8 year old.
She sort of just awkwardly looked away from you like she felt shy or wanted to speak, but obviously as noted before, she doesn't really understand how. Which is expected.
She instead just went back to figuring out how to member the tiger into a normal photo once more. You observed her movements closely, usually when she would think very critically of her next move she'd place her small index finger onto her chin or lower lip.
Every now and again she had to look up in your direction, as her way of saying "help" or "can't figure it out" and you wordlessly helped her and pieced the correct parts together. She'd finished her puzzle just as Brenner had entered the room.
"Goodmorning Children." And there she was to get quick on her feet and in her spot where she always stood in union with the rest of her "siblings."
You were meant to stand as well and did so, you watched all of them follow out behind Brenner and were fast to break the puzzle and place it back inside its box and onto the shelf where it was kept.
When you turned again, Peter was still stood in that spot next to the door, you knew he was watching you, and as much as it would've put anyone else on edge, it didn't for you. You were constantly being watched by your every move in your life now, so it seemed like nothing new.
--×♥︎×--
It was now your break, taking your time into the breakroom, it was like any other room. Only with a fridge and a counter top inside of it with a coffee machine. The coffee was rancid, tasted horrid.
The taste of the dirt water reminded you of when your father forced you into summer camp, when he first told you he had signed you up, you were extremely pissed.
"I'm am not going daddy! I do not want to go to summer camp! I'd rather be home!"
You would whine and complain to him, but there was nothing to be done, he already signed the paperwork and handed over the cash.
And when you had gone, it was more fun than you had expected. You went inside of a swamp and a creek, and went fishing, did tie die and collected rocks and small insects. You'd even found a snapping turtle once.
Remembering the times of your early teenage years and how you'd been happy made you feel a sense of grief, and also anger. With yourself and the world around you.
You pushed through the double doors of the breakroom, grabbing water from the half broken refrigerator and sat down by yourself, alone.
You were always alone, even when there were others around you, you were alone. No one seemed to take interest in you, not like you'd wanted them to anymore at this point.
Even if you could see through that perfectly physical man with those deep blue eyes, you were still alone. you always were since birth. Barely ever had many friends, always the targeted girl when it came to kids who had troubles in their own lives and had the shit audacity to take it out on you.
What you would've given to get your revenge on those little fucks at the time you were dealing with them.
What you would give to get your revenge on Brenner and all the shit he's dumped onto you and the rest of the people who were imprisoned here.
Your train of thought about you getting your pay back was interrupted by the sound of the doors opening again. You didn't want to make it noticeable that you were checking who was entering, But you weren't too shocked to see it was Peter.
You stared at the bottle of water that was held in your hands, small beads of sweat forming on the plastic and making your hands moist.
The sound of coffee pouring from the dispenser of the machine filled the room, no matter how similar you could tell you were to others, you never understood the trouble they would put themselves through of drinking the mud water that was labeled as "coffee" in this building.
what's something that was a shock to you about the man was that he'd sat across from you, he never interacted with you before and now he's suddenly across from you, you could feel him staring again.
It was like Lazer beams burning through metal. You'd felt that same feeling with Brenner multiple times before, it was an anxiety inducing feeling.
It reminded you of how he'd lecture and yell at you for the littlest of actions, like giving one of the children candy or something else that doesn't even matter.
And then when you would refuse to look at him because you didn't want to see that familiar cold glare that would send shrieks of fear throughout your entire being he'd send you to the punishment room.
Your skin began to form goosebumps at the memory of your entire body going numb and not being able to feel anything and your throat constantly hoarse and sore from that fucking collar he'd put on you like you were some dog.
Your skin felt itself getting warmer like your blood was boiling with rage from all your mistreatment and how you could do absolutely nothing about what you've gone through.
You shook your thoughts away, not wanting to physically remember what it felt like to wear that collar or feel those metal rods connect with your skin.
"Eleven seemed to take an interest in you today." His voice broke the imagery of your memories and your eyes automatically looked into his, they weren't cold like Brenners, they were light, and reminded you of clear skies during the summer that you used to take in while you'd make castles at the beach when you were a child, or would learn to ride your bike as your mother helped guide you in the spring, how you'd ride around your neighborhood as a teenager and would embrace the warm air and beautiful sky.
"Yeah, I suppose she did." Your voice was flat, but it wasn't cold, or mean, but it also didn't sound normal, but what would he know anyway? he's never even spoken to you before.
"She usually doesn't do that with the orderly." He clearly wanted to talk to you about something and it wasn't Eleven, but you weren't sure if you should just go along with it, or tell him to get on with the point already.
"She usually isn't like that with anyone." you remarked, there was a slight snark in your tone, you didn't really want to come off as snarky, but who wouldn't after all the shit that goes on in this place?
"So I've noticed" He didn't sound mad, and he still hadn't taken his eyes off you the entire time, it was a little uncomfortable how good he was at holding eye contact, but maybe that's what the point of making it so strong, was to make the other uncomfortable.
Or maybe it could've been unintentional, it was clear why it was one of the reasons your coworkers commented it on it and called him 'weird' or 'creepy.'
It didn't make you as uncomfortable as it would've others, it was normal to feel that way in Hawkins Labrotory. But when it was Peter who was making this strong of eye contact, it didn't seem that uncomfortable anymore. His eyes were so angelic and his hair seemed perfect in the horrible light, almost like there was a halo around his head.
It felt almost like you were losing yourself in him, like the way you'd lose yourself in the pages of a book, or a masterpiece of a drawing that someone would spend day and night on.
Maybe because in your eyes, he was like a masterpiece drawing, he was beautiful.
The both of you were just glaring at eachother now. It wasn't awkward, it only would've been if you told yourself it was. You learned a long time ago about how it worked that way, your mother had told you.
"That was so awkward.." You spoke quietly, walking out of the doctors office with your mother.
"It was only awkward because you had told yourself it was." She replied, walking to the car that your father was waiting in.
"What do you mean?" You looked up at her as she suddenly stopped in her movements and looked down at your 13 year old self.
"It was only awkward, because you told yourself the tension and the interaction was awkward." You were still confused.
"If you don't tell yourself when something is awkward, you won't feel so anxious or uncomfortable anymore." And then she continued back in her tracks.
you were only 13, so you still didn't understand what the hell she was talking about, and even now you didn't really understand. She'd worded it in a way were it sounded like she thought awkwardness was just an illusion of the human mind.
Sometimes your mother would be very smart with her words or explanations, and others it seemed like she just didn't care enough to hear you talk about how you felt, or she just wasn't sure how to explain something to you.
It was now that you realized that you still didn't respond, assuming that's what he was waiting for, there weren't any words that were forming out of your throat, and lunch was about to end anyways so you just stood to your feet.
"Lunch is about to end, maybe I'll see you tomorrow." You spoke quickly before exiting, he was watching you the entire time, of course.
--×♥︎×--
It was now Training of the next day, the children were lined up against the wall whilst they waited for their turn to use their powers on a ring a bulbs that was implanted in the floor infront of a metal chair.
It was currently 002's turn to attempt to light the glass bulbs, You walked up and placed the headset onto his buzzed scalp.
You felt your skin grow warm with how close in contact you were with him as a visous anger grew deeper in you for him. And for a split second, you were thinking of what it would've looked like if you killed him right then infront of everyone.
When you finished placing the wiring on his head you quickly walked away back in your spot at the corner of the room, clamping your hands behind yourself as usual.
You glanced over at Peter, and he was quick to look back over at you, but it wasn't like he darted his head over at you, it was slow and calm. Maybe that's what was off-putting about him that people didn't seem to like.
It was sort of assuring to see him be slow and calm, almost like he was tired, or maybe just burnt out, whether it was mentally or physically you didn't know, but it was sticking out to you.
He was good at masking how tense he was and how much he hated everyone here, as were you. Maybe he could see through you too and that's why he had spoken to you yesterday.
He seemed to take a liking in Eleven though, he was sitting next to her and talking to her a few days before she'd spoken to you, which is why you were curious as to whether if it were his doing or not.
Brenner had forced Eleven to go next by brainwashing her with a piece of fucking candy. A piece of candy she clearly could've cares less for, she was so obviously scared and uncomfortable. Her powers weren't as strong as the rest of her siblings.
Peter had went up and placed a headset on her stubble hair, unnecessarily fixing the front of her headset. He'd whispered something to her, why would he have done so right infront of everyone in the room? infront of Brenner? He was practically asking for the punishment room, but why would you care? it wasn't you who would be tortured later on.
It was her who had you do that stupid puzzle with her, you weren't the one who came up to her asking to solve a puzzle, she just up and decided randomly to ask you to solve one with her. after almost 2 weeks of her just eye-balling you.
--×♥︎×--
It was now a week later, and todays training was different from anything else they've done before, Peter's been interacting with Eleven more, and it's quite strange.
Regardless of all the rumors of how strange he is, this was one of things you did find weird, why has he started randomly started interacting with her? What was he telling her?
Brenner proceeded to draw 2 circles with white chalk onto the lominum floor as he spoke.
"For today's lesson, we are going to play a game." His voice was mutated to sound kind with a plastic smile on his face. It was a relief that these children didn't understand how powerful and cruel he truly was, but it was also so fucked in the head that he would do this to any of them and act like some big teddy bear and like this was okay.
It wasn't, obviously. But it just pissed you off so much, and it only made things worse when you'd remind yourself there was nothing you could do about it. It started to feel like every passing day it felt more and more like you were living in an insane asylum.
You used to think about escaping from time to time, but now you full on fucking fantazied it. you truly were starting to go insane, who wouldn't though.
002 was beating all of his opponents, and then it was Elevens turn, and when Peter finished tying on her blindfold, he wasn't very quiet to whisper "Good Luck" in her ear.
This started to seem tedious to you, what the fuck is he telling her? what if he's attempting to brainwash her just like Brenner? Though you told yourself multiple times you could've given less of a shit about these kids, there was a part of you that felt protective over Eleven.
Almost maybe like a motherly kind of protection? Though it wouldn't matter, there's nothing you can protect her from because both of you live in danger. She just isn't aware of it.
To your suprise, Eleven beat 2, she had slammed his body against the mirror behind him, leaving it cracked, he was shaking and looked at her with fear But he'd get his revenge soon, and you were sure of it, whether or not he'd be successful in getting away with it was yet a mystery. Because he's gotten away with it before, you've seen it yourself.
You could still remember it like it were yesterday, when you had to monitor the cameras.
"You're weak, and useless. You don't deserve to have the place as papa's favorite.." His voice was hushed and filled with rage.
"I-im sorry.." Eleven was so young at the time, her lip was trembling and tears were forming in her waterline.
"I'm gonna hurt you, for having what I dont.."
"please d-don-" But before she could even beg him further to spare her, she was already being pushed around the room, into tables and on the floor.
And then they left her there, crying.
Why they were all in there? was never answered, but she shouldn't have been in there by herself with 002 in the same building as her.
But the small amount of guilt you felt for her on that day still lingers. 002 stumbled to his feet and sat with the other children.
"It looks like we have a new winner." Brenner spoke, Eleven seemed shocked and nervous at the same time, but at this point it seemed like nervous was just a normal feeling and vibe to get from her.
--×♥︎×--
You were back inside the breakroom now. Holding a bottle of water you most likely weren't going to drink. And Peter entered the room too, but this time was different.
"Miss L/n, may I speak to you, alone?" His tone sounded pleadful and curious.
"We are alone." You answered firmly, but he didn't respond he just continued to stare at you, and then that's when you glared at the camera in the corner of the room and sighed to yourself.
Standing to your feet and walking over to him, you didn't trust him or his motives regardless of seeing his feelings. it was how everyone felt about this place.
He took you inside of a small broom closet that seemed like it was never entered anymore, he closed the door behind himself and you just stood there.
He faced you and smiled lightly at you, but you were careful go examine him.
Your grandmother always told you to keep your head up and seem serious, men would take you seriously, especially if you'd show you didn't have a care for them.
And throughout your life, it mostly worked, but Peter was already here when you came here 2 years ago, so he probably would be smarter than that.
"How would you like to escape with Eleven and i?" His tone was excited but quiet.
"What?" You were in pure shock and weren't even sure if you heard him correctly, but you did your best to keep a straight face.
"I've been speaking with Eleven"
"I've noticed that." You kept your voice ferm and serious, you didn't want to agree with him, maybe if you kept this conversation with him, you'd be able to seek through his true intentions.
"And I've told her about how she deserves to escape this horrible place."
"Are you fucking insane?" You blurted out, you didn't mean too, it was just the first thing that came to mind.
Was he fucking insane? what the hell was he doing tell an 8 year old to escape the place she's lived in and only knows as good? what else has he told her?
He completely disregarded the question, which was appreciated on your end.
"I've got a plan set out for her and I, and I know you hate it here, Y/n."
"You don't know shit." So maybe he could see through you too, but this couldve still be a trap regardless, a trap to get you into trouble or become his little minion and do whatever he wants you too.
"Don't I? I've seen the way you've glared at Brenner and 002."
"You look at them the same way, It's not just them either, don't think I didn't know you couldn't keep your eyes off me either Ballard." You felt someone outraged that he would just randomly propose this to you, he didn't even know you. Maybe he didn't have too, though.
"The same goes for you, are you going to join us, or no." His voice sounded serious now, and after a few moments of just staring at him, you could sense this man was infact serious.
"..When is this happening exactly?"
"Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" You looked at him like he had actually lost his mind, and maybe he did, but whats so wrong with that?
It's not like you had your sanity in tact with you anymore either, so if he's crazy then you can be crazy together surely.
"Are you joining us, yes. or no?"
"..Yes."
Part of you was mentally cursing yourself out for agreeing, you still didn't trust him, fuck no. But at least you just got a free get out of jail ticket so.
--×♥︎×--
You felt anxious in the rainbow room, Peter was nowhere to be seen all day, and you felt hazy, your vision felt blurry and eyes sore, but from crying.
Your breathing was shaking and so where your hands, you hadn't gotten anxiety since your freshmen year of collage.
You remembered the uncontrollable fear that was tensing throughout your veins, you used to get that same feeling when Brenner would have his gaurds shock you until he felt as though you'd had enough.
When you were barely breathing and laying on the floor like an injured kitten inside of a box that no one cared for.
Eleven was at a coloring station, she checked the clock and then stood to her feet, making her way towards an orderly and leaving with him.
You soon exited the room aswell, going down into the basement where Peter had instructed you to meet him.
'I'm going to be free, I'm going to be free. I want to get revenge, I want my revenge. I want Brenner to feel the pain he caused me.' Your mind raced as you walked down those steps and soon saw Peter waiting for you.
'I want him dead.'
"Hey." You spoke, walking up to him
"Hello, Eleven will be here soon." You didn't respond after that, instead just leaned against the wall next to him, picking at your fingers.
Soon Elevens small body was heading down the stairs, you stood up straight as she looked for the both of you, bumping into Peter.
"Shh, follow me." And then the both of you were following after him as he took the both of you over to a small drain, atleast, that's what it had looked like anyways.
He was able to convince the small girl to escape through the pipes, explaining how they worked.
"They lead out into the woods, when you get out of here you need to run, do you understand me?" She seemed extremely scared and shook her head no.
"What about you.. and Miss L/n?" Her voice was shakey, like she didn't want to leave him, gosh what kind of things did they have going on? what was he telling her before?
"Well be following you shortly after you escape, I promise. we promise."
Eleven looked over at you to confirm his promise, and you simply nodded your head, and she was quick to squeeze herself into that tunnel.
The both of you rose to your normal height, and he smiled at you.
"How are we getting out of here now?" You asked him. there was boredom in your voice, but that was just natural now, when in reality your anxiety was bolting throughout you.
"I'll show you, it'll be fun." He smirked and grabbed your hand, running out of the basement with you, and once you two exited, the alarms were already blarring, they must've discovered that Eleven was gone by now.
Everything was happening so quickly your brain didn't have much time to process what was going on, but the next thing you knew, Peter was slaughtering everyone in sight.
There was blood splattered all over the walls and floors, this answered your question.
"Are you fucking insane?"
Yes. this is his way of saying yes, Part of you felt absolutely terrified of him and wanted to run away, but there was another, stronger half of you that felt raged and viewed this as the both of you getting your revenge.
You didn't freak out, or runaway, or feel scared of him, because he let you do the honors of killing 002, and you made sure it was agonizingly slow and painful.
And then off you two went, escaping, running as fast as possible, feeling relief, and free. Feeling a smile that was stretched on your lips as you ran, feeling the wind all around your bodies and fresh air in your nostrils.
You were finally free at last.
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just wanna see a hot and misunderstood villain, with a tragic backstory, cover in blood with a shock collar around his throat. bonus if he whimpers.
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