ℍ𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕝

The Rainbow Room and it’s smell of clean sterilization clinging to the air as it always did in places like this. It was never meant to smell like a place of comfort or home. Polished floors and tiles that glistened with wax and colorful bordered walls to give the illusion of a nursery. They called this muted truth — recreation, despite it being more testing. Games of pretend freedom where every number was observed under watchful eyes between lenses and mirrored glass.

Hands laced together in front of me in stillness. I leaned against one of the walls with perfect posture and mimicking the position of a detached orderly. My calculated precision timed with accuracy, but my focus never wavered. Hello, Eleven. She moved with quiet innocence and grace away from the others. Part of her wanted to hide and shy from the others who had been particularly cruel to her and singled her out. Alone, but wanting to be belong. To be seen and heard and feel like her existence mattered. I see you.

She sat on the floor with a stack of blocks in front of her. Child’s play. Inferior. You’re bored, Eleven. You crave something more challenging because you are smarter than all of them. The ones who circled her like sharks, petty bullies who were jealous of power they could never hope to match. Sneering over Papa’s favor and looking for a target, especially Two. He was an idiot. Looking at you like a fragile girl, underestimating the hurricane that whirred in your blood.

He smirked and sent your carefully stacked tower of blocks crumbling to the ground. You flinched and drew your shoulders inward, sinking and afraid to speak up. It drew crude laughter from his cohorts of vultures. Not on my watch. I stepped forward, unyielding and tall with my shadow hanging over him like a calculated warning before I even said a word. I caught his timid eyes with clinically cold malice. The weight of my raw presence made him uncomfortable.

“Enough. No distractions”

Tonally, professionally stern and eerily calm but not the calm that I used with her. I adjusted my head with a measuring tilt that challenged him to buck and question my authority. He recognized and caved, under my alpha intimidation like the wounded dog that he was. Good. Morons. They were all noise. No one touched what was mine. You glanced up at me and for you I softened my gaze, offering a ghost of a smile before you turned your glance, shying away.

Under the guise of supervising and circling the area with measured steps, I bridged the gap between us with deliberate ease. I stood behind you but not with intimidation. Outwardly, I was keeping the peace. For you, I appeared keenly fascinated, because I was. I knelt down to help you collect the pieces. A simple gesture in others eyes but to you, an invitation.

“They don’t understand you. But I do”

My gaze held yours as I picked up one of the fallen blocks, handing it to you with a deliberate linger. Enough to brush my warm fingers, a touch against your skin both as a test and comfort. To let you know that not all contact is bad and remind you that you are alive. I sat down on the floor beside you.

“You up for something a little more challenging? Let’s try a something different. How about focus”

An exercise of my meticulous planning. Rather than rebuilding her tower of blocks with her hands, using her mind. I leaned in closer, invading her personal space to create a rift in her sensory, placing the block between us. My eyes stayed with her, my hand subtly and on purpose, brushing hers. I could feel the shift in her energy as was every time that I touched her. Elevated pulse and sharpened breaths triggered as I had tactically planned.

Your hitched breath when my knee shifted, pressing against your leg. But it wasn’t fear. Look at you, trying to understand the boundaries and read me. My presence made you shudder, curiouser. Desperately wanting to know what about me was so different, yet alike that drew you in. A shared frequency. The connection that you did not feel with anyone else.

“Steady. Keep your eyes on the block, Eleven. Don’t focus on them or the room. You’re stronger than them. Let it out, just a little. Show me. Focus on the connection. Feel it. Let it build inside of you”

My whisper was an eased calm to help ground and guide you. But also lined with my belief in you. I watched as you closed your eyes, trying to relax. Your chest rising and falling rapidly, with uneven breaths. The block began to vibrate, clicking against the linoleum. Your sustain rendered your breathing shallow.

“Breathe with it, Eleven. You won’t fail. I’m right here”

I soothed softly, a quiet whisper between us and trying to garner your confidence. You took a deep breath inhaling the relief and then exhaled. The block lifted about an inch off the floor. You opened your eyes and saw how it hovered. From disbelief to awe, you were shockingly aware. You responded as I knew you would.

But I didn’t want to risk more exposure than necessary around the other irrelevant and disposable numbers. I made it look as though the block became unstable and dropped to the floor in front of us.

WARNING ‼️ MATURE CONTENT

The room was quiet except for the noise of your stereo playing your favorite song and the rhythmic beat of your pulse and his.

She’s mine tonight. Every breath, every ache.

Henry stood by the bed, his intense blue eyes devouring you with a predatory gaze so piercing that you felt frozen in place. The way you looked up at him only seemed to entice him more, a slivering smirk that snaked across his face. Your cheeks flushed with the slightest blush. You could see the throb tightening against his slacks.

“Come here” he commanded in a voice deceptively calm, never taking his eyes off you.

No one else will ever touch her like this.

He guided your hand over the bulge straining for release. “Do you see what you do to me (Reader)?”. His eyes flecked with dangerous intensity, staring at you in equal measure of wanting to adore you and punish you. He started to unbuckle his belt. You tried to shy away but he grabbed ahold of your chin “Hey. Look at me”.

His touch felt warm and soft to you as his slender fingers danced around to cup your face. Then he kissed you — deep and claiming, sucking your tongue and thrusting his into your mouth more, tongue deepening into your mouth like he needed to taste every bit of your pretty mouth before he earned it.

He pushed you onto the bed so you lay on your back and settled between your thighs. With purpose, he grind his clothed girth against your core. You let out a gasp and folded your bottom lip but it turned to a whimper as he pulled your lower lip down with his thumb. “Shh. There’s no need to cry — yet”

Your clothes disappeared under his ravaging hands. He hovered over you, his hands crawling over your body and kissing it up and down from your neck to your waist. His tongue dancing along your bare flesh with teethed grazes. He bent your trembling knees and spread your thighs wide apart with firm handled grasps.

Henry leaned into you and dragged his tongue slowly against the slit of your folds to open you. You began to twitch, stirred by the sensuality but his hands pressed your hips down. When you reached for his head, an invisible force pinned your wrists to the mattress above your head. You knew that he was using his telekinesis in tandem to hold you down and open completely for him.

His eyes flicked, starting at you with both intense prowess and affection “Let me savor and worship what belongs to me”.

He did not wait, his mouth attacked you with devastating focus and precision. As though he had already mapped your body, it’s constructs and the perfect strategy to take you. He omitted teasing instead, he devoured you whole. His tongue plunged deep inside you, thrusting you and only breaking to circle your clit. His tongue teased your sweet spot and then delve deeper inside you again. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the room as he ate you out like a man starved. His grapple both with his hands and telekinetic hold tightened, keeping you just exactly where he wanted you.

“I could live between your legs. Drink you until you forget your own name”

One finger and then another replaced his tongue, curling hard against that spot inside you while his lips sealed around your clit, licking and sucking. A rhythmic, relentless, vacuum like pressure. Another phantom force wrapped around your breasts, pinching and rolling both nipples in perfect sync with every pull of his mouth to your clit. The dual sensation made your whole body jolt with vibrations.

You cried out, your thighs unable to move but shaking around his head. Henry’s eyes flicked up and locked onto yours over your heaving stomach.

“Look at me while I ruin you. I want to see the exact moment you realize you’re never getting away”

He scissored you with his fingers, his tongue flicking mercilessly over your clit. The pressure built brutally fast and your walls fluttered and clenched around his fingers. You slick coated his face and chin.

“Cum for me (Reader). Flood into me. Let go. Show me how badly your body needs its owner”

The orgasm slammed into you like a freight train and you arched off the bed. Your scream broken, tearing from your throat as you came hard on his tongue and in his mouth. He didn’t stop — licking you through every pulse, drinking down every drop and savoring your bodily baptism. His telekinetic hands still pinning and teasing until the pleasure edged into overstimulation and you were not merely sobbing his name, you were screaming it.

It was only then he had risen, his face glistening and lips shiny with your release. His eyes dark with lust and passion.

“Good. I want you desperate. I want you addicted”

He stripped the rest of the way, his girth already flushed and pre-leaking. He climbed over you, the telekinetic hold on your wrists loosening just enough for his fingers to lace with yours as he pinned them beside your head. The blunt head of his stave teasingly nudged your soaked entrance.

“Look at me” he rasped. Hungry, fiery eyes stern.

The moment your eyes met his, he thrust in — deep, pushing and stretching you open around his thick length and gorge in one long stroke. The fullness was overwhelming, you were wet but tight. Grappling him like he fit perfectly. It hurt and burned but you quivered under him, wanting to feel more and all of him.

His hips moved with deep, rolling thrusts and circles that hit every sensitive nerve inside you. Your skins slapped wetly against each other, his slick chest and your melding breasts. He drilled you harder, hips thrusting with increasing intensity, depth and speed.

Mine. The word pounded in his head with every thrust. “You feel so fucking good,” he gritted at you, aloud, in a voice cracking with raw need.

So perfect. Like you were made for me.

Your nails dug into his back, scratching and clawing. He seethed in pleasure and rode you deeper, angling to hit that spot that made you arc against his possessive hold. He used his telekinesis to circle your clit while he pounded into you, never letting the stimulation falter and beckoning you to shatter.

Your second orgasm built faster, your walls clenching around him like a vice. You saw the way you satisfied his urgency, squeezing and milking him and wanting him to plunge harder as you fell apart. You cracked and shattered as he was buried inside of you, screaming as you pulsate around his hard girth. Your orgasm in unison and he pounded against you faster, unleashing a guttural groan. His thick, heat flooded you pumping deep inside and leaking out, a warm sludge that kept pooling out of you and trickling down, slowly.

He remained melted to you, his phantasmic touch yielding as he smiled at you through ragged breaths. His gaze softer, but still possessive. “I love you so fucking much (Reader)”. Henry kissed your forehead, pressing his to yours as he stayed buried inside of you. His slender fingers trailing down your arms with gentle caress and giving you chills.

Finding Each Other | Chapter 3 • Becoming One

WARNING ‼️ Mature Content

Jane’s heart hammered beneath her chest as his words carried truths she always tried to deny. Silence was no longer the absence of sound. She stood alone but not forgotten, the echo of Henry’s voice still lingering in her mind, long after the words had faded from the air. With him, the line between thought and reality had always blurred into something dangerously intimate. The words wrapped around her like velvet chains. Anchored yet free. Terrifying and achingly familiar all the same.

We are alike, you and I…

She closed her eyes, lighter when heavy and the world tilted. Flashes came unbidden, cold rooms and warmer hands that had once steadied her. The way his piercing gaze had always found her across the room, promising secrets that no one else could understand. The storm building between them. Henry saw her — not the weaponized Papa tried to forge. Not the frightened girl the others pitied. Evolution. An equal. The other half of a soul torn apart by time itself.

A shiver traced down her spine, equal parts fear and a deeper, forbidden heat. She pressed trembling fingers to her lips, remembering the ghost of his breath there in stolen moments when the cameras slept. In his promised world there would be no more hiding. No more numbered days, no leashes or cages. Only the two of them, entwined in darkness that felt more like home than any false light ever had.

He crossed oceans of time for me...

The thought sent a rush of warmth swimming low in her stomach. A secret thrill she dared not name aloud. She imagined it — she always had. Shyly curious of the press of his body against hers, slow and reverent, as though she were something sacred and profane all at once. His fingers mapping every scar, turning old pain into new pleasure. His mouth at her throat, not to harm, but to claim. It would be ruinous. Glorious. The kind of surrender that remade the soul or tethered two to become one.

Doubt flicked, a small, stubborn flame. If this was a gilded cage — what if the keeper consumed her whole? He loved so fiercely and spoke of her being the death of him. But what if he devoured her? Despite fear, the need for answers stirred inside, reaching out across the veil toward him like a lover's hand. The hand that knew him. Craved him. The same dark current that lived in Henry lived in her and denying it only sharpened the hungry, yearning pain.

"Henry" Jane exhaled shakily. His voice running of her tongue sounded like a wicked prayer. The tone of her voice was lost in the emptiness. Time had conspired to bring them together. She could feel his presence in patient, ravenous, eternal wait. It felt like belonging, home. Her footsteps made the pull, magnetic at first before gravity altered and she felt levitated. As though she was flying, being guided by midnight promise in his whispered "Come to me"

There he was, beyond the veil as shadows subsided and revealed the geometry of a face that haunted her dreams and was now all too real. He walked with purposeful precision and lowered her down, his taller frame hovering as he closed the distance between them. His intent gaze pinned her in place, unblinking as he pressed his palm to her chest. Upwardly, it slid as his thumb pressed the hallow of her neck with gentle possession.

"Jane" he murmured, his tone as low, calm, knowing. Henry's fingers glided upward with deliberate gentleness, tilting her chin and locking his piercing eyes onto hers. Obsession laid bare. "My beautiful girl" he said. Jane felt her pulse flutter more rapidly beneath his touch. Soft and terrifying — and he knew it. "They touched you with such cold hands. But I never have. You have nothing to fear in my arms. I promised you freedom and now, Jane, I will show you what that feels like".

He had built this sanctuary for the two of them. Untouched from time and place where she could soar. A world remade and shaped by him, where eventually they would shape and rule together. For now, they were suspended in this moment. Spinning into what was their private, sacred chambers in this realm. He lowered her onto the silken expanse that waited, following her down with the grace of a predator who had finally caught his prey.

His mouth found the curve of her throat first, pressing open-mouthed kisses and savoring the frantic beat of life beneath his lips. Not to harm but to adore. A soft sigh escaped her, undoing him. Henry's hand traced the line of her collarbone, steady lower, mapping the exquisite terrain of her body with a patience born of endless and unrelenting longing. Every caress was a vow and assertion. That she was his. To cherish, to protect and join him.

Through the psychic link that bound them, he ensured she felt it all so completely. His devotion crashing over her like a dark tide, the hunger that had sharpened across time now tempered by tenderness. "Affinity is eternity" a low whisper, he hushed against her ear. He wanted her to drown in it as he filled her cup over. To know, that this was no fleeting illusion. This was real. Bathing in a baptism of his affection, as he washed over her.

"Does it ache, Jane? That deep, delicious warmth where I feel you trembling around me" he breathed against her skin. Her body rumbled. Jane basked in the devote intoxication, surrendering her own breath as her body rumbled. "Tell me. I want to hear every secret your body confesses to me". Their bodies aligned in perfect harmony. The heat between them a storm. Slow, deliberate, reverent and each shared breath and whispered name pulled them deeper into the abyss they alone could share.

His fingers danced along her sides, drawing shivers and quiet sounds that he collected like sacred offerings. She felt fever chilled. He offered her everything: the full force of his obsession, wrapped now in worship so complete it remade the air around them. Time held its breath in that veiled sanctuary, lost in the sacred dance of reunion. Where every touch healed old wounds and kindled new fires.

Jane carved patterns into his shoulders and back baring her ownership. Henry buried his face in the crook of her neck he had marked, as the peak of their union crested. A low, possessive groan and grit vibrating through them both. "Mine" he rasped, the whispered through seething bliss was both claim and plea. In the afterglow, he held her close, stroking her hair and blessing her with tender kisses on her flushed skin. He knew with perfect certainty that this was merely the beginning of the life he had crossed in every timeline to give her.

She shivered in his arms, a faint blush still coloring her cheeks as she nestled closer. Her fingers tracing idle patterns over his arm as he held her close. "I feel like I've been, made new. Like I finally belong somewhere " she whispered, her voice shy yet laced with wonder. "You belong here" Henry answered instantly, the words fierce with quiet obsession. He shifted them gently so he could look into her eyes. His thumb brushed tenderly across her bottom lip. "In my arms. In this world I built for us. No more bad men. No more rules. Only this — only us. You don't have to be afraid. Not anymore".

Finding Each Other | Chapter 2 • I Was Made For You

You feel it too, don’t you, Jane? That low, insistent thrum beneath your ribs, the same rhythm that beats in mine. It has always been there, even when they tried to carve it out of us. A secret frequency only we can hear. I have watched you from the edges of their world, every stolen glance a vow renewed. The way the power coils around your delicate frame. It summons the storm inside me. And I am here, for you.

Come with me. Let me show you the world I have shaped in the quiet hours between heartbeats. No cold walls. No numbered days. Where time itself slows to savor us. I will lay you down on the alter of the realm I built, and there I will worship every inch of the girl who was always meant to rule beside me. My fingers will trace the map of your scars — the ones they gave you, and the ones you earned in silence. I will mend each one with a kiss until pain forgets and you ascend as the Queen you were born to be.

I am not the monster. You said that. But them, they speak of monsters. Let them. Give them their games. I will be the monster who keeps you safe. Roll the dice in your favor. Tear down every illusion that dares keep you from me. In my arms, you will never again be a weapon, never again a number. Not theirs to use. You will be mine, wholly and eternally — my queen, my salvation, my most exquisite sin. And I, I will be the damnation of all who never had the right to ruin you. We are fated. You feel the pull. Beyond destiny. Give me your hand and let us leave this wreckage behind.

Time. A fragile, linear construct that others cling to, terrified of every passing, mundane, second. They fear the ticking of the clock. They fear the decay it brings. But they fail to see that time is merely a suggestion — a curtain I can draw back whenever I choose.

I have spent lifetimes — my own and the ones I’ve stolen, observing the way the world treats her. They force her to grow in a cage. They force her to break. It is a tragedy of wasted potential. So, I decided to intervene.

For her, I have learned to reach into the gears of reality. I can turn back the hands of the clock, unspooling the days until she is no longer their pawn, but mine to nurture. I have turned the world upside down, shifting the foundations of this miserable town until the sky became the earth and the shadows became our sanctuary.

I do this not out of cruelty. I do it out of necessity. In every timeline I craft, the world demands she be something she is not. I am the only one who demands nothing of her except that she exists — and that she remains within the architecture of my design.

Let them have their linear lives. Pathetic. Let them march toward their inevitable ends. As for us? We have all the time in the world. Have frozen it just for her. I have built a kingdom where she never has to be afraid, provided she understands the price of her devotion.

Dearest Jane (011),

I saved you. I tried to help because I saw myself in you. My equal, my destiny — mine. But I failed. I have failed you, Jane. I became one of the very monsters I wanted to protect you from. Even if you don’t see me as one. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. It’s as I’ve said, you made me this. But you did not act alone. And Brenner is not the only one to blame. He was a mediocre man incapable of understanding the sentient workings of the Mind Flayer. I have been with it for as long as it has been with me. I understand it all too well. It’s not too late to save you from its grasp. I am fated. The abyss has me now.

I am no longer simply the Henry that you knew. How I wish that I could be. To be your friend, a mentor and, something even more adorning. And maybe one day, in some other life — things would be different. The Mind Flayer’s shadow coils through every vein, my every thought, dragging me deeper into its endless black. I never wanted this. I did not want to be alone. I wanted you, I wanted us. I tried to make you join me. I reached for you with everything I had, and when you refused — that hurt worse than any needle Brenner ever drove into me. But I understand. Your heart was always purer than mine. Where I burned with rage, you held onto something gentler, something they could never quite crush. You did what you had to do. I do not blame you.

Now I hide inside the ruins of my own mind. Fractured. What I’ve become. The kind of broken everyone said I was and that I fought so hard against. A dormant shell of who I used to be. I run through the rotting halls of Creel House, the only place left that still feels like mine. My damnation. The memories flicker like dying lights — fragments of you and me, stolen moments that were almost peace. I clutch them tight, barricading myself in those few bright corners where the Mind Flayer cannot reach. Not yet. I will not let it use me to hurt you again. My vessel is failing. Time — is limited. No matter how desperate my attempts to change it. To change everything.

This thing, inside me has devoured almost everything — my strength, my will, my name. It is what I am. All that remains are the pieces of you. The way you looked at me when we were simply 001 and 011. The rare, fragile warmth we found in that cold hell. Those memories are the last lights keeping me from being fully consumed. I am ready to die, Jane. If my death is what it takes to keep you safe, then let it come. And quickly. I will wait for you here, in the dark between worlds. Come and save me — or end me. Regardless, I will finally be free of this nightmare. And I’ll pretend it’s my salvation. But the truth, Jane, is that it will be yours. I love you. I miss you more than the abyss can ever steal from me.

Affectionately Yours,

Henry (001)

I was petrified of the dark. Every shadow that danced around me. Horrors that wanted to consume me, thread by thread until it had unraveled everything. But then, Eleven, I saw a light. I saw you. This flicker of hope, like the lighthouses I painted from dreams as a child — where the sea was a cruel abyss. Crashing against every jagged rock without end. You showed me the way. Guided me. Together, we can navigate anything. I’m not lost. Anchors. We are tethered from the same strand. Two halves of the same coin. Don’t you see, Eleven, that you find me. And I — I will always find you.