(001 fic) "My little secret," he whispers. "Try your hardest to stay quiet for me. I don't want your daddy hearing just how much I'm tainting his little angel, got it?" Then his hands and lips are everywhere and I have to bite down on my tongue to keep from screaming out loud, lest my father hears and I ruin our little secret." Juliette is the daughter of Dr. Martin Brenner, better known as "Papa." She knows her father loves his other "children" more than his own biological one, which is why she's so excited to move out to her dream college. But then an incident occurs revealing that Juliette is not just the average girl she thought she was. Juliette finds herself right in the middle of her fathers lab, alone with a newfound power, and assigned to train with Peter Ballard, a man she hates, a man who might be hiding something dark underneath those bright blue eyes and sweet smile. Can the two navigate this labyrinth together or will they drown underneath the weight of it all? -Obviously spoilers for season 4 of stranger things- -Chapters= 5000+ words (yeah they're rly long) -Smut/ mature themes... not for the kiddos lol -Word Count= over 200,000 -I will send 001 after you if you steal (plagiarize) anything from my story<3

Hawkins National Laboratory runs on routine: checklists, keycards, fluorescent lights, and the understanding that nothing here is personal. You learn this quickly, just a few days into the job that was forced onto you. You also learn that Peter Ballard never walks the same route twice, never stands where the cameras linger too long, and never looks at you unless you're alone. You are both orderlies-interchangeable, invisible, trained to keep your heads down and your mouths shut. Friendship is discouraged. Attachment is a liability. Affection is a violation. So you talk in hallways without microphones. You pass notes meant to be destroyed. You pretend not to notice when he positions himself between you and certain doors. Peter says the lab is watching everyone. Later, in a voice barely above a whisper, he tells you who you should really be afraid of. You should report him. You should keep your distance. You should never follow him off-camera. But the spaces between cameras are the only places you ever feel safe-and Peter is the only one who knows how to find them. Before the blood. Before the fire. Before he stops hesitating- you make a choice that was never cleared.

He doesn't take you by force. He takes you because he can't stop thinking about you. In the mind-world of the Creel House, Henry Creel does not collect people at random. He chooses you - older, aware, inconveniently perceptive - and keeps you close in ways that feel deliberate, long before they feel frightening. The children come later. They are easier. They believe what they're told. You don't. That's the problem. Henry calls it interest. Curiosity. A necessary fixation. But the truth is simpler and far more dangerous: you make him feel exposed. Seen. Real. And he resents you for it almost as much as he wants you there. He doesn't need your help with the children. He needs you to stay. This is a story about obsession that breeds control, about vulnerability used as leverage, about a monster who does not want to love - but does not know how to stop choosing you. This is a psychological descent where protection becomes possession, tenderness becomes strategy, and the most terrifying question is not how do you escape - but why haven't you tried.

This book contains a series of oneshots, most of them being for Tom. Non-smut fics are tagged with a ★. 18+ audiences and up! Contains content not suitable for younger audiences and graphic content (which I do NOT condone or encourage!!!) All characters in this book belong to J.K. Rowling. This is a fan work with no intent to infringe on copyright.