Filiation.
Dark!Peter Ballard x reader, Dark!Eleven x reader.
(TW: forced family, kidnapping (ig idk), reader is physically, mentally, and emotionally abused by Peter, powers being used against the reader,reader was a nurse(idk), Peter is mean to reader talks of procreation, talks of eleven possibly having a sibling, mentions of Angela, I kinda went off topic so, eleven draws a weird picture, pretend Hopper and that doesn’t exist lol, Reader is forced to become Elevens mom. Rushed ending. Lots of trigger warnings as some people never read them<3).
Being a mom is something you've dreamed of as a little girl. You've heard stories of the unexplained love and protection you feel the moment that little human is placed into your arms. Biological or not.
But you didn't feel that.
You felt nothing when you seen her. Only hate and intense fear. But it wasn't her fault. She didn't have the best role model inside that lab.
"Mama?"
This flinched you out of your deep thoughts. Gosh, you hated that title. He told you that "You'd grow to love it'. You didn't. This was the type of family you always dreamed of. Jane was a beautiful little girl. She was so kind and caring.. When she wanted too and when she got her way. Her temper was terrifying to witness. It wasn't any normal bold child type of behaviour, no, Jane was different. She was 'gifted' Peter would refer to as. Her 'gifts' was something she always used against you. Peter was always so happy to see his daughter using her powers that she inherited from her 'papa', even when it was targeted at you. Peter, on the other hand, was a whole different story. Although he wasn't nearly in as bad of a state as you were, his health was also suffering. It was mostly mental, because he was still as tall, good-looking and strong as he'd always been. Peter claimed to be the 'man of the house', something like you seen on those sitecoms of those family shows that Jane loved so much.
There was nothing normal about this family.
"Yes Jane?"
The curly haired girl moved closer to you and handed you a piece of paper. You inspected it to realize it was a drawing. 'Jane' was wrote at the top of it. The picture was of you, Jane, and Peter all holding hands under a rainbow and sun in the background.
"Papa" and "Mama" was placed beside you and Peter.
"I'm not your mother." You thought.
Although the picture seemed innocent enough, in the background among the sun and rainbows, you noticed little stick people laying on the ground with what appeared to be blood coming out of them.
It didn't take a genius to figure out that it was probably Dr Brenner and some of the other staff who worked at the lab. The people who tried to 'take' you from Peter and Jane. The scene still gave you nightmares.
"It's lovely, Jane." You managed to say through your teeth. "I'll hang it up on the fridge."
Jane smiled proudly as she watched you before launching at you to give you a hug. You hugged back, awkwardly.
Depending on the day, one was worst than other. You never knew their moods when they woke up. It was something that terrified you.
At first, you wanted to protect the young girl until you realized that she was nearly as bad as him.
You gave up trying to 'discipline' Jane as she only used her powers against you whenever she pleased. Peter never bothered either, using the excuse that "she's exercising her powers, don't take that away from her." But yet, Peter got angry when you don't play the 'motherly role'
You could never win.
As if he read your mind, Peter was home with classical "honey, I'm home." Jane ran to greet him by shouting "papa" and jumping into his arms. You could hear his laughter from the living room. A sound that anyone would love.
You wanted it to stop.
"Hi honey." Peter greeted as he placed a kiss on your cheek. "How was your day?"
You could only nod. "Good. I cleaned the house. Just starting dinner."
Peter hummed as he playfully bounced Jane in his arms as she was still clung to his neck. "At least one of us had a good day. Work was a killer." Ironic.
You hummed in reply, turning to the oven as Peter and Jane engaged in their own conversation. As you prepared the food, you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your waist. Peter placed a kiss upon your neck, you done your best to ignore him like always, but Peter made it impossible to do so.
"You okay?"
You nodded. "Just making dinner. Don't want anyone going hungry."
Peter sniffled a laugh. "Such a good wife.. Always thinking of us."
You didn't reply as you cooked. It was silent for a moment. Peter watching your every move over your shoulder. It made you nervous.
"Jane's teacher called today.." Peter started.
Peter tried to make it seem like your 'family' was normal. You were a housewife, Peter was a breadwinner, and Jane was your little girl. Nothing about this life was normal.
"Did she?"
"That girl Angela is at her again.." Peter continued. You could care less. "She was teasing her over her hair or something." he paused.
You continued to cook, not really caring about what Peter had to say about Jane.
"And Jane broke her nose."
You froze. Not minding the oil that splashed onto your skin as you absorbed the word. "... She what?"
"Broke her nose.." Peter replied, but this time his tone was showing pride and joy of what his little girl 'accomplished'. "Her teacher wants to talk to us.. It's full of bullshit." He chuckled. You could feel like rolling his eyes behind you.
You took a deep breath in. "Peter, this isn't okay."
"What do you mean?"
You cleared your throat, your mind racing on what to say to Peter but decided this wasn't your battle to fight. You shook your head, continuing to cook. "Nothing, it doesn't matter."
You felt Peter arms gripping tightly around your waist, making you squeal. He scraped his nails against your side, genuinely curious as to how this interaction would play out. Whether You ignored him, continued to be timid, or even defied him, it would inevitably not end good in anything you did. Almost everything did.
"Aren't you proud of our little girl?.. Mmh? She's finally getting control of her powers."
"Not for good." You muttered as you turned off the oven. Suddenly, Peter pushed you forward into the oven, making you groan as your stomach came in contact with the knobs. "Y/N.. Don't start.. I'm serious."
You whimpered out apologies as your face was hoovering over the pan that her your food in.
"Remember when you tried to get our daughter to stop using her powers?" he mused, brushing his fingertips over your stomach. His eyes took in every inch of what was left of you. "Remember when you used to say you hated me for saving you?" An actual chuckle left his lips this time. Even though you was making dinner for him, he wanted your attention.
"Peter stop.." Tears filled up in your eyes, letting out a quiet sniffle, doing your best to not cry in front of him but knew that you would fail either way. "Peter please."
"We deserve this." You could see the oil in the cooking pan starting to heat up, despite it turning off, as Peter began talking. His eyes were now, narrowed upon the frying pan. "I deserve this life, after years of abuse by the hands of those assholes in that lab. After my talents were taken away from me by the hands of Dr Brenner.. I risked everything for you.. For me.. For us.. And you sit here and.. query me? About what's right and wrong?.. Why are you trying to protect the past?"
You continued to mutter out apologies but Peter ignored you, simply putting a hand over your mouth to stop your cries, not wanting Jane to hear. Your only worry was the boiling oil bubbling a few metres away from your face. Peter leaned you over the oven further. "You need to let the past go." He whispered as he hand his free hand over your back down to your bum. He rested his hand there, nothing going further. "You won't be able to stop us.. Not me.. Not Jane.. Not her siblings.. We are more superior than you'll ever be.."
Her siblings.
You didn't want another child with Peter, especially if there anything like him or Jane. "Peter, I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry." You cried against his hands.
"I don't want to hear another word about this again.. Understand?"
Rapidly, you nodded. But before Peter let you go, He slammed his fist into the edge of the pan, watching the food and the tray spill and crash all over the floor.
Luckily the oil barely touched you. Only a little on your arm, mainly on your clothes and a little on Peter. You quickly moved away, trying to catch your breath. By this time, Jane had heard all the commotion and came running in.
"What happened?" The curly haired girl gasped when she noticed the food on the floor before looking between You and Peter. She frowned when she noticed your crying face. "What happened to Mama?"
Peter cleared his throat, turning his attention to the worried girl. "Oh, mama's okay. She just had a little... accident." He smiled as he picked her up. "Mama was just getting ready to make us another dinner, " Peter turned to You. "Weren't you, sweetheart?"
You nodded, wiping your eyes. "Yes, sorry for scaring for you, Jane."
Jane smiled in reply as Peter suggested the two get out of your hair while you prepare another dinner. Before Peter left with Jane, he looked back at you. "Not another word."
"Not another word."
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You knew you had to get out of there. You had to get away from them. From Jane, from Peter.. From this family before Peter could even consider making this a real family. The word siblings made you sick.
That's why on this night you decided to just do it. Just run for it. You had always thought of it, but never had the courage to do it. Until now.
You stared at the door. Key in hand. Your body was frozen still as you considered all the possibilities about what could happen if they found you. How they would torture you to get back at you from leaving them again. But nothing they could do anymore would be worst than what they would do if they found you.
You decided to escape tonight. You knew Jane would be tuckered out from school, Peter would be passed out from work. Slowly, you opened the door. Staring out at the night sky as the cool air hit your face. It felt like it was so long since you've been outside, since you've been free. Freedom.. Only a step away.
The door suddenly closed in your face, making you gasp in fear and shock. “Mama.” You heard a voice behind you.
You turned around to see Jane. She had a bloody nose and was holding out her hand, the stance she done when she was using her powers. “What are you doing.” Although it was a question, it was more of a statement. You opened your mouth as you felt yourself beginning to shake. “Why are you leaving me and papa?”
“Jane..” you whispered as you stepped forward, making you stop when Jane didn’t put down her hand. “I’m sorry… I wasn’t thinking straight.” You lied.
“Mama, don’t lie.” Jane growled as she moved her hand back, making you fling against the door. The sound of your door made a loud banging through the house. You prayed it wouldn’t wake Peter. But you knew that would be untrue.
You felt the air around you starting to restrict. Jane’s nose began bleeding again. “I’m not lying, Jane.” You choked out as tears once again started to build up. “I love you, and papa. So much.” You knew lying to the little girl was wrong, but the fear of dying was much worse. You didn’t want to die by the hands of Peter or Jane.. you knew you deserved better, but now it wasn’t your time. Not yet.
Jane’s facial features didn’t change, like she didn’t believe you. She didn’t, you knew she didn’t. All the times you spent screaming and crying about wanting to go home and how much of a monster the two were. She knew when you lied. And Jane hated lying.
“Jane.. I’m sorry..” you gasped out as you scratched your neck to try and remove the invisible chord around your neck. “I’ll be.. good.. ugh.. I’ll be a good mama, I.. promise.”
As your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You began praying to any God above to accept your sins and make this as painless as possible. You gasped as the air once found it way back into your lungs. Jane’s hand was now down but her glare never changed.
“Bed.”
You were doubled over as you tried to regulate your breathing. “W.. what?“
“Bed mama. Now.”
You nodded.
As you began making your way back to hell. Jane stayed at the bottom of the stairs, watching your every move. When she didn’t think you were moving too fast for her liking, she’d nudge you until you were at the top of the stairs and back into your room.
Quietly, you crawled back into bed with Peter, staring at the wall. Thank god, he was still asleep. You felt tears rolling down your cheek. This was your hell, and Peter and Jane were living in it.
Peter smiled.
