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Love, Papa 2

Virgin!Henry Creel|One|Peter Ballard x SexWorker!Reader

Summary: After family game night takes a turn for the worse, One is angry with you for ruining his opportunity to go “outside”. You try to get back in his graces in hopes that he’ll help you escape.

Warnings/TW: graphic language, attempted suicide by drowning, violence, infantilization, Brenner being weird, enemies to lovers, tsundere!Peter, hair pulling, crying, force feeding, reader nicknamed “belle” (by Brenner) and “bunny” (by One), slow burn relationship

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Chapter 2: Dumb Bunny

You grow impatient as the “family” continues to eat and converse knowing you’re desperate to win this silly game and go outside. The psychotic man’s eyes constantly flicker back to you when he notices that you haven’t partaken in the meal.

“Belle, you’ve hardly tasted your food. Your brother’s been trying to feed you the entire time and you continue to resist,” Papa begins. “That just won’t do.”

“I don’t eat meat.” You spat through clenched teeth.

“Meat is protein. For your bones and for that beautiful brain of yours, my dear. I want all of my children to grow up big and strong. So you will eat the meat.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?! Grow up? I’m an adult! You fucking psychopathic bastard.”

He shoves the table from himself as he stands. The table along with his chair launches a few feet away. He towers over you as you stare up with a defiant snarl.

Papa grips your face in his large hand, your lips protruding out. “What did I say about that kind of language under my roof? And in front of your younger sister! How would you feel if she were to repeat that kind of behavior? You’re on your 1st strike for the night. Don’t accumulate any more unless you know what’s good for you.”

His fingers began to dig into your cheeks the tighter he squeezed, tight enough that you were convince he’d draw blood or even choke you out this way.

“Papa,” One chimes in. “She didn’t mean to say those things. She’s scared and the rules are still very new to her. She’s learning.”

“Yes, Papa,” Eleven says, terrified for you. “She’ll be good.”

The viscous man glares into your eyes for a few moments before he lets out a sigh and releases you. You gasp for air, unable to rub the sting away from your cheeks due to your hands being bound.

“I’m sorry for my behavior, children. All of you. Especially you, belle. I’ve been much too hasty with you but only because I know you can be my good girl,” He caresses a hand down your tear-stained cheek and you shiver in fear and disgust. “Will you forgive me?”

You frantically look in One’s direction and he gives you a secret nod. Swallowing your pride, you whisper your acceptance. Papa kisses the top of your head before taking his seat and adjusting the table.

He lets out a breath of relief. “Now, One…please feed Belle her meal.”

“No, please.” You whimper.

One holds the spoon up your lips, you turn your head away. He follows your movements until Papa has to once again stand from his seat. He restrains your head, widening your mouth forcefully.

You whine and cry, struggling under his grasp. For the first time, One seems to break his emotionless persona and you could actually see him being reluctant to follow his father’s commands. But then Papa growls for him to do so and Peter shoves a spoonful of ground beef into your mouth.

“More!” Papa yells.

He shovels more into your mouth until your forced to swallow. You could feel you body having a visceral reaction to the meat. It rejects the taste and, not a moment after, you’re vomiting over yourself.

“Looks like Belle made a mess.” Papa says in an endearing tone.

You couldn’t even stare at him in anger for his sick ways. You felt defeated and weak, looking up at him with tears swelling in your eyes and saliva on your chin.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Let’s run you a bath and get you all cleaned up,” He runs a hand through your hair. “Maybe next time for dinner you won’t give a hard time. I beg not to…unless you wish to be punished. Eleven, would please draw Belle a bath? And, One, if you could please clean this mess and then take her to her bath?”

“Yes, Papa.” They say in unison.

Eleven rushes out of the kitchen and One tends to the mess all over you, wiping away with a moist towelette.

“If you’ll excuse me, I will be in my office to tend to my work. Please have lights out and everyone in bed by 8 sharp. We will have to reschedule the family game night for another time?”

“But Papa,” One shoots up from his seat in protest. “I was hoping I’d get to go outside. You said if we played then there’s a chance that I—”

“Are you being defiant?” Papa’s voice grows dark, staring the young blonde-haired man down.

The young man swallows his pride, jaw clenching. “No, I’m sorry for speaking out of turn.”

Papa nods, wordlessly accepting his apology before exiting the kitchen. One slowly lowers back down into his seat, staring in Papa’s direction angrily before turning to you.

“This is your fault.” He hisses but you couldn’t even care to reply. You already felt so broken. There was no way you could escape this place. Even if you could, you were much too afraid of what could happen should you get caught.

After cleaning you up enough, he carries you to the bathroom in his arms. Eleven awaits by the bathroom door, concern in her eyes for you. You felt genuinely terrible for her. She’s just a young girl witnessing all of this happening before her. Yet despite all the violence she must’ve endured, she was still kind and caring.

“You can go clean up in the kitchen, sister. I’ll be there with you soon.” One says to the young girl.

She nods, looking at you once more then closing the bathroom door behind her. One pulls off the large shirt he’d given you and you don’t attempt to resist. Even when his fingers curled around the waistband of your underwear, you remained an empty shell.

He doesn’t lower your panties. Instead, he pulls his hands away from you, letting out a shaky exhale.

“That’s as far as I will go. You can remove them on your own,” He reaches for the doorknob to exit but then ends up speaking over his shoulder for his last message. “You must know you’ve earned an enemy in me. I had plans to go outside for reasons that I don’t feel the need to disclose with you. If you weren’t such a brat, we could’ve been out there.”

You shudder a cry before breaking down completely, head falling into your hands. “I don’t care anymore. Just leave me alone.”

One almost feels bad for you. You weren’t built for a situation like this. But was anyone really? Something about you was different, though. Why had you given up so soon?

He exits the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar and he could hear you sobbing to yourself all the way until the end of the hall.

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You can hear the chimes again. When you close your eyes, they sound a lot closer. You let your mind drift away again.

This time you’re even younger in your memories. Your dress the color of sky, flowing daintily in the strong winds as you frolicked in a field of daisies and dandelions.

You can see someone in the distance. A boy some years older than you. He calls you over to him with a smile and you want nothing more than to reach out to him. But every time you felt like you were getting closer, he seemed further and further away. Oh, if only you could see his face.

But he felt so familiar. You know him. Possibly all your life. So you pick up your speed to reach him, giggling and smiling. You were almost there. So close. But then you see a tall, dark figure towering over him from behind. The boy is oblivious to it, simply waving and smiling at you.

You stop in your tracks, screaming. Or at least you’re trying to scream but your vocals felt as if they’d been constricted by your fear. You knew his name, it was on the tip of your tongue. You’ve got to say it or that thing will take him! Just say his name!

You open your mouth the first syllable of his name ready to be spoken when the figure consumes the boy whole. You watch in horror, tears streaming down your face. Paralyzed with fear, you couldn’t run. All you could do is watch as the figure slithered your way.

It rears itself back as if it’s gaining the momentum to pounce and—

—————

You’re coughing up water, gasping for air. One and Eleven over you, staring down at you with a mix of terror and relief in their eyes. You have a fluffy pink towel wrapped around your body as you recognize that you were resting on the cold tile of the bathroom floor.

You were drowning, submerged yourself in water for nearly 3 minutes. One was able to revive you with CPR. His hands wet as he caresses his hands over your face to check if you were responsive.

“Why?” Was all he said.

But you don’t answer. You just blink up at him wanting to study his features, know who he is. Maybe he might have been the boy in the dream that you saw.

Eleven gets on her knees beside you, tears in her eyes. She goes in for a tight hug, surprising you. You don’t hug back at first, too dazed and confused. But then you suddenly had the urge to comfort her, curling your arms around her tight as well and whispering your apologies to her.

After the incident, you were placed back into ‘your room’. You’d been given another large shirt to wear. You knew he’d be coming in to tie you up to the bed and you wished you could savor the moments of your freedom, stretching your hands and legs. But all you could do was hug your knees to your chest.

You feel someone enter the room, not bothering to look behind you.

“Belle?”

It’s the little girl. You turn to look at her standing in the doorframe, scared to come in.

“It’s okay,” You say. “You can enter.”

She nods, walking over to your bedside. You gesture for her to have a seat and she does so as well. The silence is deafening for a moment until she speaks up.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers.

“Why?”

“Because you’re here.”

You let her reply sit for a moment then sigh. “It’s not your fault.”

“But I wish I could have said something to help you get away.”

“Then he would’ve hurt you,” You know it was brutal to say but the Eleven knew that it was exactly what he would have done if she interfered. “I think maybe I’m supposed to be here.”

Eleven blinks in surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah. I think it’s fate for me to have met you. Because it means I get to save you. Wouldn’t you want to be free?”

Eleven blinks rapidly, putting her hands over her ears. “No, no. I don’t want anyone to get hurt. I’m sorry. No escaping. No!”

The picture frames on the walls began to clatter against the wall.

“Eleven?” You stare at her in horror as she continues to plea and beg for you to stay.

You don’t know what to do so you simply wrap your arms around her, holding her tight until she begins to stop crying. She ceases her cries, going limp in your arms as you cradle her.

When you felt a presence coming towards your room, you worried it was Papa and you expected him to question Eleven’s distraught state. But One enters the room, concern on his face when he scans the room to see the picture frames slowing their movements then looks over at you and Eleven hugging.

“What’s going on?” He asks.

“It’s nothing,” You say. “I just scared her. That’s all.”

“Eleven, it’s time to go to bed. Papa will come around to tuck you into bed soon so please say goodnight to Belle.”

She reluctantly pulls away from you, whispering a soft goodnight then exits the room. One stands in the middle of the room stiff and proper, staring daggers at you.

“Are you aware of what you’d just done?”

“Are you always this stoic?” You mutter.

“I’m only doing what I have to do. You should do the same,” He strides over to you, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. “I told you if you’re going to survive, you need to adapt. Killing yourself isn’t going to help this situation.”

“And how so? If I’m dead, I wouldn’t have to deal with you or that insane man.”

“You don’t realize what you’ll leave behind once you do,” For the first time, you can see fear in his blue eyes. The moonlight shining in them enhances his emotions. He looks strikingly beautiful, face chiseled despite the light being so dim. You’re enamored by him. “You don’t just die and that’s it. Eleven and I will face the wrath of Papa if you do so. I won’t let you die. Call me ‘selfish’ but I’ve been good enough to not be punished and I don’t need you ruining that for me.”

“You have no control over me. None of you do. I rather die than live in this nightmare. I can’t do this!”

“Do you know that it was Eleven who’d found you submerged underwater? She couldn’t see you through the milk & rose water, not until she reached in to drain the tub and felt a foot. She would have screamed at the top of her lungs but she knew what Papa would’ve done to us all.” Your facial expression softens, feeling truly horrible that she had to see such a thing. He continues. “If you don’t adapt, you don’t survive. But if you choose not to get along, that’s fine. I don’t mind whatever happens to you as long as I don’t have to get punished for it.”

“Maybe you’re okay with being a bitch boy and all because you don’t want to get hurt but at least I’ve got the balls to do something about it. So…Fuck. You.”

“I’m going to give you such a hard time.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

His face twists into a furious snarl, getting on his feet to leave when your hand reaches for his on their own accord.

He’s caught by surprise, frozen in position as he looks down at the contact. You pull him down to be seated once more and he does so without hesitation.

One studies your face for an answer.

“What’s your name?” You ask, dropping the hostilities.

“One.” He says.

“Your real name.”

“That’s my real name.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s the only name I could recall.”

“What about your life before this?”

“I can’t remember that either,” He sighs. “What does it matter anyway?”

“Because,” You scoot closer to him. “I feel like maybe we’ve met before.”

“You’re mistaken.” He tries to stand again but you place your hands on his shoulders, seating him.

“I dreamt of a boy in a field of daisies and dandelions. I couldn’t make out his face. He was only a silhouette but I knew he was smiling at me. And he was happy to see me. If I could just find some connection to all of this in my life—”

“You have to let go of those fantasies. They’ll only give you false hope and drive you mad.”

You grew upset, turning your head away from his gaze. “I am mistaken. The boy in my fantasy actually smiled at me. You don’t even have the decency to tell me you’re sorry.”

“For what?”

“For being okay with this! For doing everything he says.”

“You’re as daft as you look,” He growls. “You think I want to play these silly games. We don’t have a choice! So again…if you want to survive, you have to adapt. Unless you’d like to end up like the others.”

“T-there were o-others?”

“Of course, there were others. He’ll stop at nothing for the perfect family. I’m a permanent member of this family. So is Eleven. But you… ‘Belle’… are expendable,” He whispers darkly, eyes wide with innocence despite his chilling words. “Papa dreams of a perfect family to be in his image that he’s dreamt for years. And losing another new addition will mean nothing more to him than a piece of torn paper.”

You swallow hard, chest rising and falling heavily. “How many were there…before me?”

He opens his mouth to speak only to be cut of by the sound of a door shutting. One’s eyes bug out in horror.

“That’s Papa. He’s just left his study. I must go before he sees us like this,” He picks up the rope tied to the bars of the bed frame. “I have to tie you up.”

“No,” You plead. “You can’t please. It hurts.”

“Until you gain his trust, it’ll be this way. I already told you that you’re expendable. Don’t do anything stupid and risk losing your life. If you want to survive…

“I have to adapt,” You finish with a groan of annoyances. “I know. I know. Just tied me up already. I don’t care to fight anymore.”

Peter slowly loops the rope around your limps and you could actually feel him holding back on tightening the rope.

Leans down to whisper in your ear. “Don’t give up fighting just yet. If you still have a shred of something to live for then you must hang on to it.”

He lifts his head to stare into your eyes and you see that he genuinely meant what he said. You were surprised but nodded nonetheless. He quietly slips from your room leaving you in the chilly, eerily quiet space alone.

Every footstep you heard outside your door terrified you knowing that it was Papa. Any moment and he’d be walking through the door just to harass you in some way. You couldn’t bear to have him touch you but you knew it was only inevitable.

To reduce the surprise of his presence, you counted each thud of his foot in order to determine how far he was from reaching your door. It did little to lower your anxiety as each footstep grew closer and closer in sound until you heard him halt right out your door.

You tremble against the mattress as the door slowly creaks ajar. Then, you see him. The tall, lanky silhouette of your captor standing in the door frame. He steps up and the moonlight washes over his features. He has a soft smile.

“Hello, Belle.”

You don’t speak anticipating his next move. What was he planning to do? You were already tied up. He could do whatever he pleased in his bound state and with each footstep, you began to cower even more at this very fact.

He takes a seat beside you, shushing you as you whimper and tremble. He brings a large hand to your head, smoothing your hair down.

“I didn’t come to hurt you, my dear. I only want to comfort you. You’ve disobeyed me plenty today and yet I can’t help it. I must ease your nerves,” He whispers, fingers now caressing your tear-stained cheek. “Tell me what must I do to make you love me.”

You shake your head. “I could never love you.”

“That’s not something I can believe, Belle. You wouldn’t be selling your body on the street if you weren’t craving for someone to love you. And I love you, Belle. With time, you’ll love me, too,” He leans over you as you press your head back against your pillow. “Until then, I will be patient. I will wait for you to come around. Then, we’ll begin our journey as a happy family.”

He places a gentle kiss on your forehead and you do everything in your power to keep from rubbing at it in defiance and disgust. He moves his lips to your bound wrist, sliding the rope down enough to place another kiss on the deep indentation of the rope against your skin. He takes a thumb to rub at it before bringing the rope over it again.

“Do I get a kiss goodnight?” He asks, bringing his face over yours again and turning his face to the side. “On the cheek, of course.”

You face away, snapping your head to the side to face the antique wallpaper. He looks down at you and sighs, hands on either side of your head. He inches them closer to your hair sprawled out around you, weaving his fingers in the strands of your hair and gripping hard. You gasp in pain, staring up at him with widened eyes.

“You need to sleep off this rebellious attitude. I say by morning you’ll be more well-behaved,” His lips are inches away from yours, tone icy. “Have a good night…Belle.”

He pulls away from you leaving you struggling between holding your breath and hyperventilating as he exits ‘your room’.

You coil your body in fetal position, crying softly into the night. You couldn’t see yourself falling asleep anytime soon. Not when he was around possibly waiting for a moment to take advantage of your sleeping state.

You let your mind drift again, far away from here and back to the field of daisies with the boy who made you feel safe. Slowly your eyes begin to blink close allowing yourself to hold the image of him holding out his hand to you.

—————

The next day, you were discouraged to realize that the torment that you were experiencing had not been a dream. You were awoken by the blonde haired man who still carried resentment towards you for your little stunt last night.

While he helped you out of bed, you couldn’t help staring into his face. It was no surprise he carried no emotions. He was likely desensitized to everything around him. He probably was once like the little girl Eleven, bright-eyed and innocent, until he was not.

You pitied him. And maybe that was displayed on your face because he had a few choice words for you.

“Why are you staring at me like this?”

“Like how?”

“Like you feel sorry for me. Like I’m weak.”

“I do feel sorry for you,” You admit. “You have no recollection of your life before this. You have no name other than a number. And you’re treated as if you are a child.”

“I don’t need your pity,” One scoffs. You take his hand and he’s taken aback once again at the sudden contact. “You’re always touching me. Don’t you know the basic rules of keeping your hands to yourself.”

“No one has ever followed that rule for me. Why should I be the only one to follow it? I think you want me to touch you,” You said, intertwining your fingers with his. “I think…you still have a heart and you’re seeking compassion and companionship. You want me to convince you to fight. You and I are both victims of our situation. But we shouldn’t let it drive our complacency. We could escape. The three of us.”

His ocean eyes shine with shock as if you’d read what was on his mind. He quickly snaps back to reality, pulling his hand away. “You’re a foolish woman. Your bravado will be your downfall.”

“You can try and pretend like you don’t want to run! But I know the truth and I’ve seen it in your eyes. I won’t waste my energy fighting to stay alive here like you want me to,” You say while staring up in his eyes with a newfound courageous spirit. “I know what I’m fighting for now and it doesn’t end with me being here.”

The two of you keep up your heated gazes until the door pushes open and Eleven enters the room giddily.

“Brother! Sister!” Eleven squeals giddily. “Papa says that he’ll allow us to go outside after breakfast! He says that he felt truly awful for ending family game night the way it did and so as an apology, we can play out in the field.”

“That’s splendid, El! Sister and I will be expressing our gratitude to Papa very soon. Could you please let him know that we’ll be there soon?” One says.

“Yes!” She says with a bright smile before scurrying out the room.

One brings his lips to your ears for a raspy, threatening whisper. “I’ll see to it that you’ll be on your best behavior unless you wish to be punished for real this time.”

He pulls away and gives you that famous eerie yet innocent smile. “Don’t be too late for breakfast.” And with that, he leaves you in the room alone as you seethe quietly at his unwavering demeanor.

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Breakfast felt surprisingly normal. Papa read his newspapers, Eleven colored away in her coloring book, you and One were consistently staring dagger at one another. It creeped you out but that didn’t matter at all to you.

You’ll finally get to go out there and make a run for it. You even ate all your breakfast hoping that it’d give you the necessary energy to run for your life.

Papa looks away from his newspaper to watch you in astonishment. “Wow, look at you, Belle. It seems you’ve developed quite the appetite. And Eleven, it’s not good to color at the table. We’re meant to be eating breakfast, remember?”

“Sorry, papa.”

“You’re very much excused, love. I understand that you’re eager to hurry outside. I guess I could just let you three catch the rays of the sun right now. Is that what you’d like?”

“Yes!” One and Eleven say in unison.

“And you, Belle?” Papa says, focusing his attention on you.

You smile brightly and nod. “Y-yes.”

“Wonderful,” He beams. “Alright, let’s go outside.”

You could almost cry tears of joy. Freedom was only within a reach away. He stands to his feet and you all follow after him as he heads over to the door padded with locks upon locks.

He pulls out a keychain filled with various keys from his pocket and begins unlocking the door. When he gets to the last lock, your smile widens as the door swings open and the sun pours in.

It was in the middle of nowhere, a house in the middle of the woods. There’s a chance you could get lost but that mattered not. As long as you can get away, you’ll figure out a way home after.

The house was also surrounded by tall metal fences, fences laced with barbed wire at the top. It was intimidating and deterring but not enough to scare you.

The field’s quite beautiful. He has his own garden and crops to grow. Possibly to reduce the amount of trips to the grocery store. You could see an apple tree with a tire swing hanging from the thick branch.

Eleven is the first to exit the home, barefoot with her frilly blue and white dress blowing in the wind as she twirled and jumped around.

One is next, his excitement a lot more contained as he heads straight for the garden. He begins to tend to the crops.

Lastly, you take a barefooted step onto the creaky porch, antsy at the startling sound which causes you to bump into Papa. He chuckles, amused by your anxious state.

“Run along, Belle. Enjoy your time outside. I’ll be in my study but we’ll see each other very soon.”

You blink up at him then back at the picturesque field. He was wrong. He wouldn’t be seeing you. But if there’s one command from him that you’ll find yourself listening to…you will very well ‘run along’.

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You need to figure out just how you will get to the other side of this fence without being shocked to death.

“Don’t even think about,” One says, bumping your shoulder with his as he follows your eyes to the barbed wire fence. “You’ll have yourself killed.”

“I thought you didn’t care what happened to me.” You mutter.

“I don’t long as I’m not in the middle of it.”

“Then, you don’t need to worry about it.”

“Whatever. It’s your funeral.” He huffs, retreating back to his garden. You should be ignoring him and focusing on more pressing matters but you watch him as he cups his hands carefully around the leaf of a plant.

You zero in only to find that he held a small tarantula in his hands. You squeak your horror.

“Why do you have that?”

“Why do you care?” He counters.

“You’re more of a child than I thought.” You say, rolling your eyes.

He gives in. “I like spiders. Everyone looks down on them because they’re ‘creepy’. Much like me, I, too, couldn’t appease the masses. I’ve been told that I’m strange. Unnerving like my eight-legged comrades. I was never normal. But why would I want to be, anyway? All humans care for is fulfilling their own selfish desires. Sex…money…violence…anything of the flesh. But what I desire…not many are willing to admit. I desire power.”

“You’re right about that,” You say much to his surprise. “Everyone I’ve met has only ever wanted those things from me. The men who used my body, the man who sells my body for profit, the violence that follows me where I go. I want power, too. If I had the power, just this once, I’d get my revenge on them all. Including your Papa.”

He’s moved by this, smirking with pride. “You’re not the dumb bunny I thought you were.”

The corner of your lips twitch in a vicious sneer. “I’d hurt you, too. I’d hurt anyone who hurt me.”

He nods, slinking the hairy spider back and forth in his hands and between his fingers. “You’re entitled to those feelings, bunny.”

“Bunny? Is that what you’ll be calling me from now on?”

“I think so. It suits you well. Hopping around dangerously and frantically only to be swallowed whole by the cunning fox. You’re only prey here. That’s all you’ll ever be. Power isn’t reserved for prey. That’s just wasteful.”

“I’ll prove you wrong.” You hiss, stomping away from him.

You pace back and forth, hands in your hair and thinking hard when you feel a small hand tug at your white nightgown.

You looked down to see Eleven with a smile on her face, waving for you to come along with her. “I have something to show you.”

“Not now, dear. I—-“

“Oh, it’ll be so quick. I promise.” She says, grabbing your hand and tugging you along to come around the back.

She halts in her tracks at a distance, then points forward and you look in her pointed direction. There’s a brown wild bunny hopping away in the cunning fox’s cage.

Eleven gets on her knees and gestures for you to follow her as the two of you crawl as close as possible to the bunny. She pulls out an apple from her small pocket, taking a bite so that she has a piece of apple to feed to the bunny. She hands the apple over to you, wanting you to do the same.

“That way the bunny will get to decide who she feels comfortable going to.” Eleven explains.

You repeat the process of biting into the apple for a chunk to provide to the bunny. Then, you hear it. The chimes gently sounding off in the winds. The bunny hops towards you and you and Eleven stare in awe at the creature as it makes its way to your offering.

It nibbles for a moment, your eyes staring into its own like you’ve formed a connection. Eleven sneezes and it startles the bunny, causing it to scamper off and under the barbed wire fence.

“I’m sorry.” Eleven says, disappointed.

But you had a revelation. It wasn’t that you needed to go over the fence. It was under the entire time.

Score: 1 for the ‘dumb bunny’.

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Russian Romance (Vecna/Henry Creel/001 x Reader)

Summary: While hiding in Russia, you encounter someone you don't expect.

Blood. Screams. The sound of footsteps pounding on the ground. My hand in his. “Henry… I’m scared,” I confess. I look into his blue eyes looking for reassurance and safety. He looks at me with tender care.

“I know, darling. I know. Just keep running. It’s the only way. You need to escape the lab. Escape the country. Flee to Russia. I’ll find you there. I packed cash and instructions in your bag. Follow them. I love you.” He says. I look at him with tears in my eyes. I have a bad feeling.

“Is this goodbye? Did I do something? Why can’t I stay?” I ask. My eyes are filled with hot tears. His blue eyes soften. He caresses my hair. He looks like an angel.

“No. Not goodbye. It’s temporary, love. I’ll see you soon. I promise.” He leans in and kisses me. “I love you, darling. Now run!” I nod and kiss him desperately. I look at him one last time and run. I stop to look at him.

“I love you, Henry Creel. I always will.”

“And I love you, darling. See you soon.” He looks like an angel in that moment. I run. I keep running for days and weeks until I end up in a safe house in Russia.

A few months pass. I had been in the safe house for a few months. It was just outside of Moscow. It was agony waiting for Henry, but it was made a bit more bearable by my roommate and owner of the safe house, Frank. I was moping as per usual waiting for my love. I hear a knock on my door. I open my door and sigh. “What do you want, Frank?’ I look at Frank and he seems excited.

“Go in the living room. You have a guest. You’ll be excited to see him.” He said. My eyes widen. A guest? Him? I hug Frank and run to the living room. He’s there. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and white clothes. Just like I remember, except instead of scrubs he’s in a suit.

“Henry? My love? Is it really you?” I ask. He smiles and walks over to me. I run and hug him. He hugs back.

“Hey, love. I missed you. Sorry, it took so long. Forgive me?” He asked. I nod.

“Of course, Henry! I missed you, but I understand why you took so long. You had to deal with our actions and make sure we both were safe. I’m so happy you came back for me! I… I love you, Henry Creel.” I confessed. I’m so happy to see him. I hug him tighter. He smiles at me. The smile he gives only me.

“I missed you, darling. Did Frank take good care of you? Did you have any issues?” He questioned. I shook my head no. He seemed pleased. He pulled away from my hug and took my hand. “Let’s go home then, love. I found a place for us where we’ll be alone.” He told me. I take his hand and we leave to go to our new home. Even in the cold winter of Russia, I feel warm and safe because of Henry.

#henry creel #henry creel x reader #001 stranger things #001 x reader #peter ballard x reader #jaime campbell bower #vecna/henry/one #vecna x reader

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Okay, So I was entirely inspired by the BRILLIANCE of Jamie Campbell Bower’s characters and I felt like there is not alot of attention given to Caius. Although he is in the background for alot of the movies, Jamie plays him with a sadistic stoicism that I find very compelling and draws me in. S/N: I am not the biggest Twilight fan but I do enjoy reading the books every once in awhile and the movies. I wrote the below fanfiction after 10 YEARS of not writing anything - due to school and work- all because JCB has that much of a chokehold on me. I have incorporated elements of both the movies and the books into the overall narrative of the story. Let me know your thoughts below and I will expand further on AO3. Warnings:

Sex

Oral Sex

Rough Sex

Slow Burn

Enemies to Lovers

Vampires

Werewolves

Forbidden Love

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Step into a world in a post Breaking-Dawn universe when the Volturi return back to Volterra and the chaos that ensues from the choice made to not attack the Cullens.

Ever wonder what happened in the battle between the near fatal werewolf attack that sparked Caius's bloodlust and revenge against all werewolves? The secrets of the past come head to head when Caius interacts with Luz Cordero - an archaeological intern visiting Volterra for a school program who has direct links to his past and possibly his future.

Stick around - twists, turns, and lots of smut WITH plot abound!

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Chapter 1: Only the Dead Have Seen the End of War.

There was a slight chill in the air as the first wave of descending boots upon cobblestone echoed throughout the center square of Volterra. A rustling of heavy-lined cloaks joined the rising crescendo of scattered footsteps - all marching towards the high-walled castle just past the center fountain.

The Volturri and their Guard had returned home. The countless men and women did not speak a word to each other as one by one, they entered their stronghold - only the highest members given the distinct privilege of using the front doors. Everyone else filtered to the sides and towards the back - everyone had a place and everything was done with fastidious pride in that place and order.

The tidiness of their arrival and subsequent homecoming did nothing to betray their obvious thoughts: What exactly had just happened? They had followed Aro’s command. Listened when he said the Cullens were gathering forces to strike against them, against their own kind - that Irina had shared a most disgusting yet compelling story of an immortal child created, nurtured, and hidden by the Cullen coven. They had to be stopped - immediately.

Except- they weren’t. At the very last moment, Aro had decreed that there would be no fighting on the field today. The evidence that Alice and Jasper Cullen brought forth at the eleventh hour had seen to that - an immortal child was never created, but rather a new breed entirely was born and carried by a newborn prior to her vampiric conversion. It was insanity to say the least - nonetheless true. Everyone on that field that day had seen it with their own eyes and Aro himself commanded the end of the battle before it even began.

Something Caius could not believe for a moment. As they fled back to Volterra, Caius had tried on several occasions to wrestle the truth out of Aro’s sudden change of heart - yet nothing. He was met with an indifferent silence in some occasions or in others, pure disdain for his questions and direct dismissal.

Caius finally reached the last step of the entryway to his home - this fortress of ancient stone and mortar. If one looked closely, you could see remnants of generations of old blood bespeckled into the very foundation of every wall - you could smell it the moment you entered any room. It was a delicious reminder of memories filled with terrified screams, flesh tearing away from bone, and watching life flicker away from eyes once filled with life-long dreams. In his most bored moments, this was Caius’s favorite past time: remembering each kill and knowing that he was the reason each one would never laugh, smile, or hope again. It always made him feel better.

But not this night. Caius was certain no amount of ruminations will help him understand the decision made back in Forks, Washington that stripped him of satisfying his own bloodlust. Not to mention the fact that the trip gave him yet another opportunity to further destroy and add werewolf heads to his growing collection (he had quite the trophy room locked away in one of his many cellars only accessible within the castle by a select few). He had expected more from the travels - from the efforts put forth to ensure that they had every chess piece necessary in their favor to win. The entire affair was foolish - it made THEM the Volturri look foolish.

Which meant he looked foolish as well.

Caius sneered as his thoughts brought him down this path. He realized that he was standing quite still on the stairway landing, his wife Athenadora and Aro’s wife, Sulpicia, standing close together, side by side in front of him. Aro and Marcus were in front of them and entered the front doors unceremoniously without pausing to turn around. They entered and presumably went straight to their corridors.

Sulpicia followed but Athenodora stopped once she reached inside - Caius had not moved from his spot. Athenodora turned around, her expression stoic and void of emotion as she spoke to him. “Caius, we are finally home. Do you not wish to eat something?”. By something, she meant one of the many fresh humans they had at their disposal - either willingly offering themselves to their dining pleasure or, if one was in the mood for a little bit of fun, a selection of humans of all ages and backgrounds trapped in one of their many dungeons. Blood always tasted better with an infusion of fear, Caius liked to say.

But not tonight. Not for him.

Caius ignored his well-intentioned wife and noticed that the moon was full. This did not make his mood any better. Every full moon brought upon memories of his near fatal attack with a werewolf a century ago…an attack that sparked so many things, and yet…a moment in his life that if he could erase, he would do so without hesitation for reasons he never dared share with anyone. Not even Athenodora - and especially Aro. A twinge of gratefulness crept through his body as he remembered that Aro barely ever used his gifts on Marcus or himself.

Good. The more distance from that moment in his eternal life, the better.

“Go on ahead. Eat something…young for me. I will dine later”. Caius feigned a small smile and smirked at Athenodora when she furrowed her brows at him, “I want to spend some time alone”, he added with finality,

Athenodora needed to hear nothing further. She left, with the large wooden entrance doors closing behind her. Caius dropped his fake smile immediately, turned on his heel, and strode with resolute purpose around the left side of the fortified castle home. His eyes were steeled with determination, however, he occasionally would glance up at the full moon above him and feel the waves of anger permeate across his face.

His steps grew faster until he reached a grassy hill that lead to a drop off towards the back of the castle. It was here where Caius dipped his gloved hand into one of the deep pockets of his black cloak and withdrew a very long sliver key that looked as ancient as the fortress itself. He sidestepped next to the old, moss-ridden stone - with each step, he descended with the castle and with each step, there appeared to be no insight into anything that resembled a door for the key to fit into.

Suddenly, Caius stopped in front of a very bare looking patch of stone wall - it resembled every other area of slightly cracked sediment with caked on dirt and areas of plant overgrowth climbing up its walls. However, for Caius, this was exactly what he was looking for. He placed his right hand on an undiscerning stone and pushed. It gave in completely without further necessary force and a small click could be heard once done locking into its new place. The stone right below jutted out in the complete opposite direction, unveiling a very small keyhole on the right hand side. It was so tiny that you had to know exactly where it was in order to locate it - especially in darkness.

Caius smiled his half crooked sneer and inserted the key and turned all the way right and then pushed the key upward and inward before taking it out completely. The mechanical puzzle of simply using the keyhole in the exact order of operations needed was perfect for a small line to start appearing at the top and sides of the stone wall that was about 6 feet tall and 3 feet wide - the perfect size for someone to push through it and enter.

Which was exactly what Caius did. As he pushed his way in, he made sure to look to his right and left before doing so. No one. He locked into his sharp hearing skills and heard - nothing. All was as it should be - everyone dining and fretting around himself. He knew Aro and Marcus were already wondering where he was. He walked completely inside and closed the door behind him. The moon was full - he always felt the need to come here when the moon was full. And after the most recent events - he couldn’t help but feel an even stronger urge to come.

He would have to make this time very quick indeed.

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“Please ensure to keep your seatbelts fastened and your tray tables in an upright position. We are beginning our descent into Volterra, Florence. Welcome to Italy.

“Assicurati di mantenere le cinture di sicurezza allacciate e i tavolini in posizione verticale. Stiamo iniziando la nostra discesa a Volterra, Firenze. Benvenuto in Italia.”

Luz Cordero shifted in her seat as the voice of the flight attendant rang through the airplane. It wasn’t that it was an unpleasant sound - just startling. Luz rubbed her eyes, willing to shift the vivid images of her dream - or rather, nightmare- away from her mind. A few times a month, ever since she was a little girl, she would have the same kinds of dreams - of snarling beasts with different colored hair, or was it fur? Of men and women with teeth so sharp they could pierce through metal chasing her. Of houses - no, old-style villages- burning, with the smell of cooked flesh mingling with the oaken ash of wood creating dancing plumes of smoke in the air.

But mainly there was a woman. A woman she felt like she knew but didn’t. And a man - a very young looking man with shoulder length, crisp, soft yellow hair and eyes as red as rubies. In these dreams, he would always be with the woman - standing behind her, caressing her light olive brown skin - so similar to Luz’s in real life - and whispering things in her ear with a sneer on his face. Her cheeks would blush at his words and her eyes would close - until she would snap them wide open as if sensing Luz was there. As if knowing Luz was watching their interactions. The woman opened her mouth and screamed “CORRE!” Run!

This was the last thing Luz remembered before being abruptly awakened by the news. She was just about finished rubbing the last remnants of sleep from her eyes when a poke to her right elbow made her turn around.

“Thought you might have wanted to see the pretty lights of the city as we descended.” Manny St. John was many things, but subtle was not one of them. Ever since their first day together as interns with the International Archaeological Federation, Manny had made it very clear to Luz of his interest in her.

On the very second day of them knowing each other, as well as residing in the co-ed single studio apartments that adjoined the federation’s privately owned offices outside of the Universidad Europea - Real Madrid where they were enrolled in their graduate program, he had asked her for dinner and drinks, followed by a “stroll” down the plazita since, as he put it, this was her first time ever in Spain.

It was true - Luz was in Spain, pursuing her childhood dream of excavating, cave spelunking, and digging into the history of the world’s past. Ever since she was a little girl, Luz wanted to be an explorer. She never understood why but she was the kind of girl that used to ask her parents to hide her toys in their park sandbox whenever they would visit one of the Chicago Park Districts in the summertime just for her to excavate it with her toy shovel and pale blue bucket. She would sift through the sand at the beach in hopes to discover new mineral products and have them displayed at the Museum of Science and Industry. Her ultimate dream was to discover something so old, ancient, and historically relevant that would help solve some of the world’s worst illnesses - some old texts with instructions or fossilized plants that could be studied and brought back to germification. (Her major may be anthropology but her double minors in archaeology and botany played quite nicely with one another in pursuit of these goals).

It was because of her ambition and future that Luz politely declined. She just could not have anyone get in the way of her 4.0 GPA and her chance of finally being in Volterra to actually put in some real work - besides, she had another reason why she wanted to come on this specific dig. When the university had partnered with the Federation to provide this hands-on internship program, she was the first one to sign up. Persuading her father to allow her to go even further into Europe and being even more thousands of miles from Chicago, did not sit well with him. However, all she had to do was state that her mother would have wanted her to visit. Diego Cordero sighed one of his infamous deep and heavy signs and gave his blessing (and credit card number for program sign-up) over the phone.

“Hey, I take that as a no? No lights?”Manny snapped her back out of her reverie. She blinked several times and then smiled slightly at him. “Of course! Sorry.. I was still just waking up. Thanks for offering”, Luz responded. He smiled at her and leaned back as she very carefully and very slightly leaned over him from her middle seat to stare out of the airplane window.

Volterra. Florence. Italy. It was pitch black save for the glistening moonlight sparkling in the pools of water that were scattered in different pockets below. Here and there, the night lamps of the ancient city overpowered the moon in its glory as the plane got lower and lower and closer to the city proper where the airport was housed. The swirling ambers and golds against old stone and wood houses, streets, and buildings beautifully illuminated the rich, green ivy plants that seemed to be intimately woven into the fabric of almost every single establishment.

The city looked like it could be alive, the vines twisting and turning up walls and terraces aided by the sweltering sun of the afternoons and the ice cold showers of the mornings that was part of the normal weather patterns of this region of the country. Even at night, it was beautiful but with an air of hostile mystery that could even be felt thousands of feet into the air and separated by metal.

“Never been, huh?”

Luz stopped politely leaning over Manny and turned to address the other side of her and rolled her eyes while smiling. Her best friend Vivian Xi yawned widely back at her. Vivian and Luz had been as thick as thieves since they sat next to each other 5 years ago on their first day as freshman in ANTH 101 - General Anthropology. Dr. Forrester used to drone on and on for the straight hour and a half while Vivian and Luz would giggle whenever little dribbles of spit would drop ever so delicately from his chin to his maroon sweater. He always wore a maroon sweater - to the point that the class always speculated on the exact number of maroon sweaters a man can own.

If it wasn’t for Dr. Forrester’s forceful spittle one day landing like a torpedo on Vivian’s notes (she audibly shrieked which made Dr. Forrester feel very confused as he refused to acknowledge his role in the moisture now very apparent on her notebook) and Luz giving her a spare notebook plus her own notes for her to copy from, they probably would never have discovered their mutual interest in both anthropology and archaeology (however Vivian’s double minor was coupled with chemistry as well), they would not have found the exciting opportunity within this program that led them to where they were now.

As Vivian had stated when they had started filling out their applications, “I think it’s time to infuse some more estrogen into this field, don’t you?”

Luz smiled at her best friend. “You know I have never been here. Stop playing”. Luz snapped the packet of complimentary pretzels from Vivian’s hand, reached in - and nothing. The bag was empty. Vivian laughed as Luz rolled her eyes.

“Hey! You were sleeping and the cart went by for one last time. I didn’t want to wake you.” Vivian laughed heartily as Luz started smiling again. “Perish the thought of you not being able to get an extra bag of pretzels - oh what luck you seem to have, Viv”.

Both girls laughed but were interrupted suddenly by Manny’s not-so-hidden stares and slurry of questions. “Have YOU ever been to Volterra, Viv? You seem pretty whatever about it”. His voice was curious and not disrespectful in the slightest.

“No, I have never been either - but Luz has a much more vested interest to be here than I do beyond just the program. She has ties to the place.”, said Vivian with an air of intentional mystery to the last words of her sentence. She giggled as well.

Vivian rolled her eyes as Manny stared blankly - he clearly was not only confused by the statement but also by the lack of no one offering up a further explanation. Guess he was the kind of guy things just came so easily to him, judged Luz. She signed and then slowly unbuttoned the top half of her jacket, revealing a very old, slim bronze necklace with a hanging metal piece at the end of it. The pendant was made of the same material as the antiquated chain but had a crack down the middle that made the pendant look like it was missing another half - in fact, it was cut so roughly down the middle that the part of the words were completely missing - on the left-hand side the letters “Vocatus” were plainly etched into the metal but whatever the beginning half of the statement was, was lost to time. On the back side there was a raised notch that had no apparent reasoning for being there as well.

“My mother’s family is originally from Spain. My father is mixed with lots of things and is from the States. Legend has it that this pendant was passed down my mother’s side - and that my family has a history in Volterra. But I have no idea what - all of that was lost to time and immigration, I guess”.

She held up the pendant to the light. Vivian stared at it as if she had seen it a thousand times before but Manny seemed thoroughly invested in understanding more.

“It says something…Vocatus….that’s Latin”, he shared.

Luz responded, “I know. It just means something like called, or invoked…something like that. My Latin proficiency rests solely on my Spanish fluency”. She smiled and Manny smiled back. Despite her better judgment, she felt her cheeks flush and held his gaze as she played with the pendant with her left hand.

Manny kept smiling while speaking to her. “ So, I am guessing you came on this trip not just for some hands-on experience but rather to do some family history digging of your own, I take it?”

Luz’s smile faded and she looked past Manny and out the airplane window as she spoke. They were descending rapidly now…they would be landing any minute.

“My mother died in Volterra a few months after I was born.” Luz snapped her eyes back to Manny as she spoke and could feel Vivian’s own eyes burning holes into the back of her neck - she of course already knew this and more but Luz knew Vivian well enough to know that she would not be sharing any of Luz’s business with Manny. She was probably surprised she shared as much as she had. So was Luz - but the fact that she was here, she was in this ancient city of mysteries, of riddles lost to time…the final resting place of her mother. A death that, 25 years later, she still did not have answers to - and the minimal answers her father did share with her were just not enough.

Manny whispered an apology and started speaking in hushed tones about grief and not knowing how she felt. Luz tuned him out and kept staring out of the window. The flight attendant had shared they were making their final descent into the airport and as the lights dimmed in the cabin and the wheels hit the tarmac, a weird feeling began to surface at the pit of her stomach - almost like a shadow passed through her. She closed her eyes and saw the tall, skinny, pale, blonde, red-eyed man again from her most recent dream in her mind’s eye- but this time he was not whispering into a woman’s ear…. He was just standing there and staring directly at Luz.

Her eyes snapped open.

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Caius had made it a habit to ensure to have many different hiding places - both inside and outside of the castle walls. He took advantage of the fact that Aro barely ever used his gifts on his own brothers, Marcus and Caius respectively, and that through the power of Corin’s magical gift of keeping everyone content all of the time (for some reason, her gifts on him had been fading steadily but he kept that knowledge private to himself for the past 25 years), he was able to visit them whenever he wanted. Each place held different artifacts from lifetimes ago… books, documents, even ancient artifacts that humans were still out there looking for.

This particular hidden cellar room was lined with small idols of different time periods and religions, some made of gold, others of silver and iron. Shelves from floor to ceiling with books and bits of parchment encased in glass that were so brittle, that one touch would dissolve them. Caius was an avid reader indeed and a collector of all things beautiful and unique - in a way, he was much like Aro but he preferred physical objects rather to people.

People he just liked disposing of. What use could they possibly have beyond the very delectable liquid pumping through their veins next to the written words of the supernatural and immortal? For that is what he prized above all else - works written by beings like himself and others.

However, today he would not be perusing another invaluable tome. He walked over to the farthest corner of the dank room and pulled out a wooden chest that was hidden behind the bust of what appeared to be Medusa and her head of snakes. Unlike many of the objects in the room, the chest was in perfect condition with not a hint of dust on it - a very clear sign that the box was handled much more frequently than its roommates in the cellar.

Caius gleamed down at the chest and took out the same key in which he had used to open up the secret stone door to get into the room in the first place. This time, it worked like a regular key by inserting it in the plain lock in the front of the box - it opened and as Caius peered down at its contents, his face flickered ever so quickly between many emotions at once before settling on complete stoicism.

He brushed his pale yet beautifully long fingertips over a bronze chain necklace that was clearly older than one would expect something to be housed in a red velvet cushioned box to be. He slowly worked his fingers down to the bottom of the necklace, to the hanging pendant at its end. The pendant was made of the same material as the bronze chain and had a crack down the middle that clearly showed the pendant was broken- and missing its other half. The middle was crudely cut down the right-hand side, with the letters “Sanguis” plainly visible. A notch jutting out from the back, with no clear purpose to its intent rested on the lower end of the pendant.

Caius stroked the words over and over and whispered, “Sanguis” a few times before placing the pendant back into the box.

“The Del Sol line will never return to Volterra, let alone this earth, Amada….do you understand me?” Silence. He spoke directly to the pendent.

“DO YOU HEAR ME?” He screamed and dust particles fell from the ceiling.

No response.

Caius in a swift move grabbed the wooden box, removed the key and put it back in its hiding place before leaving the cellar completely - as if it never existed and no one was there in the first place. The cold air wafting in through the tracks and sanitizing the air of the real frost that was just behind in the hidden room’s wake, waiting for his return once again the next full moon.

For no full moon could ever keep Caius away.

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#twilight #caius #caius volturi #caius x oc #jaime campbell bower #jaime bower

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jcbbby · 1 year

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one of my first fics, Glowing and Growing, was a request where reader is pregnant with her and Jamie's first child and insecure about her pregnancy weight gain/body. someone mentioned back then that there should be another part where she goes into labor. so…here’s that I guess, kind of lol. really no mention of body issues, just a sweet piece about a growing family. :')

***also!! I've never gone through labor myself, but I do know for a first time mom, it definitely doesn't usually go this quick! this fast as fuck early labor to birth pipeline is just for dramatic effect lol.

Warnings: pregnancy obviously, description of labor and delivery, a few swears.

Walking the red carpet for an award show at 9 months pregnant sounded a lot easier from the comfort of your own couch when the invitation came in. Jamie was nominated for best villain after being in Stranger Things, and you insisted that you both attend in person. Not only could it possibly be your last event as just a couple, rather than parents, you were also just so proud of him. You wanted to see him win that award in real time with him.

You both stood in front of the step-and-repeat, bulbs flashing in your face, people calling your names. Jamie had his arm around you, draped around your waist. Your right hand rested gently on your belly.

“You doing alright, love?” Jamie asked, looking to you.

You nodded. “So far so good…I really need to pee though.” You both laughed.

Carrying on down the carpet, you happily stood next to Jamie as he did quick interviews for various outlets. They asked about if he think he’ll win, what he has coming up for roles, his music. And of course, mention was made of you and the baby, asking how excited you both were.

The ceremony went on smoothly. Billie Eilish performed, which you were looking forward to. About halfway through the show, you started to feel slightly uncomfortable. Nothing hurt, but you just kept needing to shift in your seat, stretching your back a little. Jamie was quick to pick up on your discomfort, leaning over to you while the host started speaking on stage again.

“Everything okay, love?” He spoke quietly in your ear.

“Yeah, yeah…I think I’m fine. My back just hurts a little is all.” You stretched your stomach forward, arching your back and placing your hands behind you in an attempt to relieve some pressure.

“Do you want to leave? Should we head home?” He asked, placing a hand on your knee.

You shook your head no quickly, putting your hand on his. “No, no I promise I’m fine! This night is all about you, baby.” You smiled.

He smiled back. “Okay…just, if you want to go back home at any point, please tell me. We can leave if you need to.”

You nodded before you both turned your heads back to the stage up front. Towards the end of the ceremony, Jamie’s category came up. They ran through the nominees and their respective roles, pulling a camera up on him as they said his name.

“And the winner is…” the presenter unfolded the envelope in his hands. “Jamie Campbell Bower!”

The crowd erupted in applause. You turned to Jamie, your jaw agape, your hormones making the happy tears come much easier than they maybe would have before. You both stood up, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. Your hand rested on the back of his head as you whispered repeatedly that you loved him and were so proud of him. With a quick kiss, he turned to head down to the stage.

“Uh, wow. Okay. You know…this award isn’t just for me. I really think this was a colossal effort between the whole cast and crew- Matt and Ross Duffer, Barry Gower, Duncan Jarman, the special effects team, and the whole cast. I mean, they really created Vecna. I just showed up.” Laughs peppered the crowd. “But really, thank you so, so much to all the fans who watched the show and welcomed me to this community. I am so grateful for each and every one of you. I can’t be up here or do what I do without you and your support, so thank you. All of you. Thank you.” He held up his arm in a wave as the crowd cheered as he left the stage with the presenters.

After some time, Jamie made his way back to his seat next to you. You hugged and kissed again before he sat down, gushing about how proud you were of him.

When the night finally came to a close, he helped you out of your chair, and you walked arm and arm toward the exit. He held the door for you as you got into your hired car to take you home. Throughout the ride, you found yourself growing more uncomfortable, now a pressure enveloping your lower abdomen. Each bump during the ride caused an involuntary wince from you.

“Is your back still hurting, love?” Jamie asked, caressing your thigh.

“It’s getting worse, I think. It feels like there's just pressure wrapping around from my back to my stomach.” You adjusted yourself in your seat.

“Oh, darling…do you think we should maybe call the doctor?” He asked, putting his hand on your belly, rubbing it softly.

“No, no. I wouldn’t want to bother him if it’s nothing. I think when we get home, I want to just get in the bath for a bit and then go to bed.”

After arriving home, Jamie helped you out of your shoes and gown, going to draw a bath for you as you took your makeup off in your bedroom. You waddled into the bathroom as Jamie turned off the water and dunked a hand in to test the temperature. You removed your bra and panties, Jamie helping you step into the tub before you sank down into the water.

“This is already helping, thank you baby.” You smiled; your eyes closed as the rested against the porcelain.

Jamie sat with you as you relaxed in the bath. He held your hand, lovingly caressing it with his thumb. You didn’t necessarily want the bath to clean yourself, as you had showered before the awards. It was just the only think you could think of that may help your discomfort. You stayed in the bath for maybe 45 minutes until the water started to get too cold. Jamie helped you up and out of the tub, wrapping your robe around you for you to head into the bedroom to get in some comfy pajamas. You both got into bed, with it now being well past midnight. You were exhausted, and while you still weren’t feeling 100%, you were able to fall asleep relatively quickly.

A sharp, tight pain that engulfed your lower abdomen pulled you out of your slumber. You curled up on your side as your body tensed, breathing deeply, trying to focus on anything but the pain. After a moment, it began to subside. You quickly sat up and turned over to Jamie, still asleep, shaking his shoulder to wake him up.

“Jamie…Jamie, baby, wake up.”

He slowly opened his eyes, confusion briefly taking over his sleep filled eyes before seeing your face.

“Jamie…I...think I’m in labor.” You couldn’t help but let a small laugh out involuntarily, in shock the time had finally come.

“W-what? You…Okay, okay…shit. Okay.” He shot up, now fully alert, looking all around trying to make sense of this to himself.

“Honey.” You placed a hand on his chest. “We have time. He’s not coming right this second. But I just had a full-on contraction. I think we need to get ready. Is the bag packed?” You asked glancing over to a small diaper bag on the corner chair.

“Hmmm....mmmph….hmmm…” You hummed softly to yourself in monotone, rocking back and forth on your yoga ball, with your legs wide and head down and eyes closed; your hands planted firmly on your knees, pushing your shoulders up to your ears.

Jamie kneeled behind you, his hands lightly on your hips helping you rock, quietly shh-ing as you focused on getting through this one. His heart ached; he hated seeing you in pain. He knew this would all end with your son coming into the world, but he just wished he could take the pain from you. It had now been a couple hours of worsening on and off contractions, waiting until they were close enough to head to the hospital.

“You’re doing great, my love. You should be almost out of this one.” He glanced at his phone, checking the contraction timing app he had downloaded.

You exhaled harshly through a rounded mouth as you finally felt the relief of the contraction ending. You fell back slightly into Jamie’s body, rolling your head back on his shoulder.

“How many minutes apart are we at?” You asked, getting your breathing back to normal.

“Six minutes now.” Jamie kissed your temple. “You’re doing so well baby, you’re amazing.”

“Oooh, I hate this.” You chuckle, bringing your hand up to hang around his bicep. “This boy is already grounded forever for putting me through this.”

Jamie laughed with you. “Well, we’ll see how you feel when you’re holding him soon.” He kissed your cheek.

You went to stand up, just wanting to stretch your legs and walk for a minute. As you took a step toward the kitchen, a splashing sound came from the wooden floor under you. Looking down, a small pool of fluid gathered at your feet, running down your legs. Your biker shorts were soaked. You knew your water had just broke. Stunned, you whipped around to Jamie, equally as stunned, staring down at the puddle.

“Oh fuck.” You gasped, looking back down.

“Was that…” Jamie started to say.

“Yep, yes it was.” You replied, knowing he was about to ask if that was your water breaking too.

“Shit, okay. Okay. Uh…” He stood up, frazzled once again. “I uh…keys…fuck, fuck-” He looked around frantically, a hand running through his hair in an attempt to self-soothe.

“Babe. Babe. Look at me.” You approached him, taking his face in your hands. “I need you to be cool, okay? I need you here for me. I can’t do this without you. You’ve been so good so far. Take a breath with me.” You and him both inhaled deeply before exhaling together. “We got this.” You smiled as he nodded.

“Why don’t I go put the baby bag in the car, and text your mum to see if she can come meet us at the hospital. I’ll take care of the clean up, too.” He gestured his head toward your puddle on the floor.

“Thank you, baby. I’m just going to throw on some new pants.” You chuckled, carefully waddling towards the bedroom.

Once you had changed into some dry sweatpants, you headed back out to the living room. Walking down the hall, the most intense contraction yet came on strong and suddenly. You exclaimed in pain as you stopped and fell into the wall, your legs giving out in shock. Jamie came running when he heard you cry out. Sliding his arm around you, he led you over to the yoga ball again, helping you lower yourself, as you leaned back into him. You squeezed both his hands that rested on your thighs. His chin was perched on your shoulder, as he cooed and breathed with you through your contraction.

“Mmmph...hmmmph...Jamie, it... mmmph, it huuuurts...” You whimpered, tears stinging your eyes. You moaned in pain, squeezing his hands tighter, squirming and rocking your hips in a futile attempt to just feel some sort of relief.

“I know, my love, I know. You’re okay, breathe, darling.” He whispered, his gut wrenching at the sight of you in so much pain.

Once the contraction began to taper off, you breathed heavily against Jamie as he gently peppered kissed on your neck, whispering encouraging words.

“Hospital." You panted

Jamie helped you stand up and assisted you out the door with his arm around you. In the car on the way to the hospital, contractions were coming rapidly. You asked to roll the window down out of fear that you may be sick from the pain. Jamie tried his best to speed without causing an accident, luckily it was still in the wee hours and there wasn't much company on the road. His free hand never released yours, not even noticing how brutal your grip was on his with each new wave.

The nurses got you into a gown and into a bed, hooking you up to the necessary machines and an IV. Jamie came rushing in from parking the car, panting, with a bead of sweat on his forehead from running as fast as he could to be there for you. The doctor came in to check you, surprised to see that you were already dilated ten centimeters and 100% effaced. The good news, baby would be here soon! The bad news…there likely wasn’t enough time for an epidural to take effect before he came. Your birth plan had started with the idea to do it without medication, but with the option that if the pain got to be too much, you wouldn’t deny yourself the relief, that's what it was there for after all. But now you had no choice.

“Nonononono, I-I-I don’t think I can do this. Jamie- ah!“ You began to say, being cut through by another contraction. You thrashed to one side, facing Jamie, sounds you didn’t even think you were capable of making escaping your mouth as it sank into the pillow.

Jamie stroked your dampened hair, caressing the back of your tense hand with his thumb as you fought through it. “You can do this, love. I’m here with you, shhh.”

After a few more brutal contractions, you began to feel the overwhelming urge to push. You alerted your nurses and doctors of this feeling, and the doctor came to check you.

“Okay, my dear, I think it’s show time. Let’s have ourselves a baby!” Your doctor smiled up at you and Jamie.

You were so exhausted and weak, you heard the words but they didn’t register with you. All you could think about was the burning pressure in your pelvis, and doing whatever they told you to bring it to an end. As the nurses swelled around the room, the doctor instructed you to push downward, hard, from your core as soon as you felt the next contraction come. You nodded, taking deep breaths. Jamie placed an anxious kiss to the top of your head.

You felt the tightening, all consuming ache coming on, whimpering as you dreaded the next part. The doctor instructed you to push with encouragement. You took a deep breath in, squeezing your eyes tight and gritting your teeth as you pushed down with all your might as the doctor counted down from 10. The burning and pressure were brutal, you grunted and yelled as you pushed. You sat forward slightly, bearing down into the bed. Jamie held your hand and cradled his other arm around your upper back, helping you sit forward. As the doctor reached the number one, you released the breath you were holding with force, falling back against the upright hospital bed, gasping and whimpering.

“Another push, sweetheart. Stay in it. Push push push push.” The doctor called out.

You took a few preparation breaths before repeating the same action. Jamie was so attentive. He was in absolute awe of you, of your strength.

“You’re doing so good, darling. I love you so much. I’m so proud of you.” He kissed your clammy temple.

After a few more contractions worth of pushing, the doctor said he thought this next one would be the last, you were so close. You lay against the pillow, whimpering, sweaty, exhausted. You looked to Jamie, he was near tears himself, absolutely terrified but so in love with you. He held up a cup of water with a straw for you to take a sip from.

“One more, darling. One more push and he’s here.” He smiled, pulling the straw away, placing the cup on the table next to him. “You can do this.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, as another one came on. Everyone around you chanted for you to push and cheered you on. Jamie squeezed your hand back as you gripped his. In a wave of energy, you let out a wail as you pushed your hardest. Suddenly, the burning stopped, and time stood still for just a moment. It felt like everything went silent until you heard the beautiful, angelic cry of your son. The world slowly filled in around you as the doctor lifted your baby up, placing him on your bare chest. Your arms instinctively flew up to cradle him against you, as you started crying into his soft, damp skin.

“Oh my god, oh my god…” You repeated, not believing you had just done that. "H-hi little one. Hello baby." You cried softly.

Jamie immediately bent over you, taking his now bigger family in his arms. He kissed you repeatedly, you feeling the tears falling off his face. The three of you cried together.

“I love you so much, darling. I love you.” Jamie said, muffled against your neck.

After the doctor walked Jamie through cutting the umbilical cord, the nurses whisked your son off to get cleaned up and his vitals taken. Jamie stood over watching them, enamored with his child. You looked over, your heart so full.

Once everyone was all cleaned up and you were now recovering, you found yourself desperately in need to sleep. You made Jamie promise to wake you up in an hour, but he was going to let you get as much rest as you could after that. When you finally woke a few hours later, it was dark, and the room was empty aside from you, Jamie, and the baby. You opened your eyes to see Jamie sitting in the chair across from you, staring lovingly at your child swaddled in his arms. He heard you stir as you sat up and looked over to you.

“Hey.” He whispered with a smile.

“Hi.” You whispered back, beaming at the sight of Jamie holding your son.

“I’m a dad.” He chuckled, shaking his head slightly in disbelief.

You snorted. “You are. And I have a feeling you’re going to be an amazing one.” You smiled.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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roxymorondraws · 2 months

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Today I asked the most serious and important of questions! Thank you @astorytotellyourfriends for capturing this moment

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ilovetoxicfictionalmen · 2 years

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Psycho Killer

pairing: peter ballard x fem!reader

summary: reader has to deal with the consequences on what she has unleashed in hawkins lab.

warnings: blood, violence, manipulation, angst, possessiveness, controlling, dark fan fiction.

notes: this is my first tumblr post and peter ballard story lol. anyways no smut however if you do like this then let me know if you want a part two (with smut of course). purposely written with no caps. this means it’s a flashback. also i don’t properly prove read ! i hope you enjoy !

you should have waited. you were told to wait. ordered to wait for him. but here you were, taking two steps forward and one step back, terrified about what was occurring. whatever plan he was executing. the alarm wailing was what caused you to break your promise. what if peter was in danger? what if he needed you? the flickering lights and sounds of screaming over the transceiver proved you wrong. he was free from harm, which horrified you.

there was a growing endless pit in your stomach from every step you took. this couldn’t be by the hands of peter. he only wanted to set the both of you free from this prison. that’s what he told you. this barbaric disastrous in hawkins laboratory couldn’t be from him. but it was pointless, being in such denial. you had to do something, help some of these innocent people get out alive from this monster you’ve unleashed. if only you knew another way. if only you never removed the soteria from his neck. he’d still be sane. what have you done?

you creeped down the cement steps, in the dark boiler room. your heart was racing, goosebumps all over your cold skin. your eyes darted across the room, searching for him. the pipe hissed out steam which caused you to gasp lightly. you stepped back and bumped into a firm figure, it was peter. you turned back as he held his finger to his soft lips and whispered for you to be quiet. you followed his order.

“follow me” he instructed. he didn’t wait for you, because he knew you’d listen. peter knelt down before a pipeline to jerk off the metal barrier. he dropped the barrier and looked towards you with soft eyes.

“now, it’s going to be a bit scary in here. but this, this will lead you out beyond the the lab fence to the woods” peter explained to you as he stared down the dark tunnel with weak eyes. you frowned, examining the sizing of the tunnel, and then you frowned to him.

“but… you’re too big” you noted, your stomach felt heavy as you waited for him to look back to you. it made you feel so much more anxious.

you would fit, just. it’d take some time to crawl out into the woods. but you didn’t want to go without him, you couldn’t go without him. this was meant to be a plan for you to escape together. there’s a slim chance you’d be able to survive, let alone escape without him.

slowly, he looked back towards you. he straightened his back and grabbed ahold of your cold hands. he felt so warm, it made you feel even weaker. his head tilted slightly as he looked for his words.

“i’m not going with you y/n” he confessed. you blinked back your tears. he leant in closer to you. “i meant what i said, when i called this place a prison. and everyone here is a prisoner, not just you. not just your brothers and sisters, but the guards too, the nurses” peter explained to you. his long fingers traced circles over the palms of your hands. you looked down to focus on his hands, it gave you comfort. “me” he finished. you looked back up to him, confused and lost. “look” he requested as he let go of your hands

peter tilted his head down to the left and held back his hair, exposing his neck. he grabbed your hand and placed it over his neck. “can you feel it?” he asked you as your finger traced over a small, firm, moveable bump in his neck. “your papa calls it soteria” he explained to you. he pushed your hand back, but still held onto it as he looked back to you. “it weakens me. it tracks me. even if there were another way out, he will find me. and if he finds me, he will find you” peter made clear.

you paused. blinking back the tears until you found your voice again. “what if i… took it away from you?” peter cocked an eyebrow to you as he waited for you to continue. his eyes were wide, and you weren’t sure if he was eager or scared for your next choice of words. “i can’t make it without you. i don’t want to make it without you. i-” you halted, unaware on if you wanted to say such nonsense.

peter squeezed your hands. “it’s okay, you can tell me” he assured you. it calmed you enough to feel ease in your throat again.

“i have feelings for you- i think that i love you. i don’t know what else this feeling could be” you admitted. he gave you a small smile as you two admired one another.

peter had lied to you. he manipulated you into setting him free. all of this disaster is your fault, and yours alone. you felt so used, so heartbroken. you loved him, you still love him. but this wasn’t peter, this was a sinister.

you should have noticed the subtle insanity in his expression once you had removed the soteria. the silence he had as he examined it. if only you paid attention to what he whispered. that evil grin would have explained everything to you.

you only thought he was protecting you, when he killed those guards. you didn’t know he wanted to hurt them. they wanted to hurt you, and him as well. you would have never seen him again, dr brenner would had banished one of you. he reassured your safety and protection when he showed you his tattoo. you two were alike, you were both unique and special. it was as if you were made for one another. it felt like it was destiny.

he cared for you, he wanted you to stay safe as he found a way out for you guys. he didn’t kiss you before he abruptly left, and at the time you had wished he had. you thought he would have. so now you weren’t sure what his true intentions are. what he had planned for you after this massacre. he was too powerful to defeat but you had hope, maybe you could convince him out of this before it was too late. maybe you could save the other children before he gets to them.

you gasped as you saw papa unconscious on the ground in a testing room. the door was ripped off the hinge. you were too frightened to see if he was still alive. as you turned, you saw an orderly with his eyes gouged out sitting against the tiled walls. you skipped a breath as you hesitated to continue on. you wished you hadn’t, but there was no turning back now. you saw the bodies of the children, all with their eyes gouged out as well. you were too late. you ran from the gruesome scenes, unaware of where to go now. but they only continued. there was blood everywhere. death was following you. the screams echoed the halls, and the blood printed on your mind.

you were on the verge of a panic attack. this was all your fault. your breathing was rough and your eyes kept squinting at every turn, fresh blood splattered everywhere. your heart was pounding to the point that you were convinced that it would snap open a part of your ribcage. you heard screams coming from the rainbow room and you weren’t sure if you had it in you to go in.

but what peter was doing was pure evil. you couldn’t stand by and allow such wickedness, knowing that you are the cause of this. a rush of adrenaline flown through you as you pushed open the doors. you stepped in to become frozen in fear.

peter stood tall with his back towards you, his hand raised into the air, his eyes had rolled to the back of his skull. there was blood splattered across his white uniform. but that wasn’t what petrified you, it was eleven’s small shaking body hanging in the air, her bones were snapped as her eyes bleed out. a soft groan was her final breathe as peter dropped her lifeless to the ground. there was dead bodies of the children everywhere. all of them had the same fatality. peter stood there, his breathing pushing his chest in and out. you shrieked at the horror, your back pressed against the doors now. peter spun around to you within a blink of the eye.

“i told you to wait” peter growled at you. he looked furious with you, for disobeying a simple order. it would have been better if you stayed in the closet. he knew how overwhelmed you’d become, how frightening this would be for you. he wanted to protect you from this.

he took a large step towards you. your hand gripped onto the door handle. he paused, an eyebrow now cocked towards you. he waited for your next move. your flight or fight mode kicked in. you bolted out of the rainbow room. peter only watched you scatter for your life. you missed his expression mixed with anger and disappointment.

you cried as you ran down the blood filled halls. tears streamed down your flustered cheeks as you couldn’t notice how breathless you were. you leaped over the body of a dead guard, but you slipped over a hidden pool of blood. you hissed as your hip crashed into the wall. you groaned as you tried to pull yourself up. you looked down the hall, your eyes widened as you saw peter striding towards you, wrath in his blue eyes. his hand swiped across the air, throwing the dead bodies in the hall to the side.

you shrieked again as you forced your injured body up. you rushed to the boiler room, it was your only chance of escape now. you scurried down the stairs and searched for the pipeline. dropping to your knees, you sprung yourself into the rusting, tight tunnel. however, firm hands gripped onto either side of your hips which caused you to cry out. you’re yanked out of the pipe and peter viciously let’s go of your frail body. you slid on the cement, adding to your pain.

“why are you trying to run from me?” peter spat out. but you were too scared to respond. your body curled up into a ball. that didn’t please peter. he scrunched his hand, which caused a force to push you towards him. he grabbed ahold of your arms roughly and glared down towards you. his looks could have killed you.

“peter… please this- this isn’t-”

“peter isn’t real sweetheart” you were cut off by peter. that evil grin was back.

“i don’t understand” you cried out, confused and scared.

his expression softened as he thought with logic instead of emotion. his grip loosened as he observed how distressed you were. he lowered you to your knees, you sunk below him. he brushed his hand through your knotted hair. you looked up to him with broken eyes, tears still dripping down your cheeks. peter squatted besides you and wiped away your tears with the back of his hand.

“a story set for another time. your brain has had too much to comprehend today i think” he gave you a small smile as he tapped your forehead. you flinched at the tap. “why do you cry for them y/n? after everything they did to you. you think you need them but you don’t. you only need me…” he spoke softly to you now, the back of his hand gently touched your heated cheek.

it sent a shiver down your spine. it was so soft but firm at the same time. it felt like it was a threat instead of a notion. his touch felt stone cold now, it was irritating you but you wouldn’t dare to pull away.

“they’re just children” you whispered. peter scoffed as a response.

“they were merely gadflies. an embarrassment of my fabrication. i gave them mercy” peter responded, emotionless.

“are you going to kill me now?” you asked as you moved your gaze to the cement ground. you had already accepted your fate, but now you weren’t sure if he was going to go through with it now.

peter frowned and forced you to look back to him. your chin was caught between his fingers. he read your eyes for what felt like hours. a chuckle left his lips, you gave him a bemused look. “sometimes i wonder how you’re so naive…” he admitted with an eased shrug of the shoulders. he continued on, “why would i commit such act? do you believe that i had deceived you of my fondness towards you?” peter questioned her.

“my feelings for you are stronger than i can express y/n”.

“do you?” peter asked again. you shook your head quickly. peter smiled to you and nodded his head. “good, are you still fond of me?” he replied.

was this a trick question? you weren’t sure how to respond. peter gritted his teeth, which motivated you to answer him. “yes” you answered honestly. he smiled once more.

“that’s very good” he answered. “however… i do not tolerate disobedience” peter brought up, you stared at him with unease.

“i’m sorry” you apologised instantly. but it’s not enough, you should know that.

“that won’t cut it” he sighed. peter stood back up to his feet and brushed his bloody hand through his blonde hair. he looked down towards you. your eyes briefly looked over his lower region. by the time you had set your sight on his eyes, he was smirking to you. “but it’s okay… we have all the time in the world now” he pointed out. “stand up y/n” he commanded.

you hissed in pain as you forced yourself to stand before him. peter placed his palm against your cheek. instantly you felt tired and dizzy. it was a struggle to keep your eyes open. you fell into his arms, he held onto your tightly, as he watched you like a hawk. through your blurred vision, you could still see that evil grin of the man that you still loved.

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