This only for shits and giggles but I love writing genuinely in the realms of fan fiction. I’m your villain, demonic, anime, supernatural writer 🎃 She/her Ask whatever, make whatever
Hey I loved your pink petals for opla Robin and also loved that you put gay panic and I was wondering if you’d do some opla Robin x fem lesbian reader headcannons.
The reader or y/n you choose is 5’1 wears glasses muscular and has short black hair in a low ponytail. Like she’s seen as a hot nerd but she always has a what the fuck face. She tries to be confident around women and fonds over them but gets shy and nervous when a women approaches her and she locks in. Her relationship with Robin could be the trope of “what telling funny jokes gets you” cause she wonders how she got Robin.
A/n: Gay panic it is! 💕
✰ Confident Disaster ✰
• Those same words goes through everyone’s mind when the same scene replays.
• Y/n, a woman of many quirks, rambling on about a book that caught her interest. While Robin sat with her, her own book in hand. Half the time, Robin wasn’t even focused on what Y/N was saying anymore—she was too busy admiring how animated and passionate she looked while talking. (like the image above 👆)
• How did this happen you may ask? …No one knows, heck, not even YOU! Everyone expected Robin to end up with someone mysterious and sophisticated like her; Instead she chose a woman who accidentally walked into a wall because she was distracted by her smile.
• You may not understand it but, Robin understands perfectly without giving much explanation
• Your convenience 100% you are out of her league.
• Robin is 100% convinced that your adorable
• Everyone thinks you’re incredibly confident because you’re muscular, witty, and openly admire pretty women. In reality, the second a woman flirts with you, your brain stops functioning.
• Robin discovered very early on that complimenting you is an effective way to short-circuit your entire thought process.
• LOVES asking you questions she already knows the answer to just to hear you explain things.
• Every time you realize she’s been staring at you while you’re talking, your train of thought derails immediately.
“So the kingdom collapsed because—”
Robin smiled
“Because… um… what was I saying?”
• Often times, While Robin and you would read togther, she catches you staring at her constently. She never calls you out on it immidently cause she finds it amusing.
• This woman has memorized every variation of your “what the fuck?” face and can tell exactly what your thinking without a word being spoken.
*Mild confusion.
* Concerned confusion.
* Existential confusion.
“Did Luffy just say that?” confusion.
“ Robin is pretty” confusion.
• The more flustered Y/N gets, the stronger the “what the fuck?” expression is
• Every time Robin casually touches your arm, you spend the next five minutes pretending everything is perfectly normal. It’s not.
• Sometimes Robin will just lean closer to watch you completely lose yourself in thought. It’s a hobby now
• Robin’s favorite thing is seeing your face soften whenever she looks at you 💕
• Robin isn’t overly physically affectionate in public, but she’ll naturally gravitate toward your side, standing close enough that her shoulder brushes yours.
• So instead, she shows her affections through attentiveness. She remembers your favorite tea/coffee, favorite genre of books, and the little habits you didn’t even know you had.
• This woman NEVER pushes you outside your comfort zone 💯
• When a joke you tell manages to make Robin even utter a smirk, you spend the next three days thinking about it while coming up with jokes that were similar to try to get a reaction from her again.
That’s just what telling jokes gets you
• Robin loves watching you flirt with others. Not because your smooth, but because your not 😭
•The height difference is everything tho. This woman IS 6’2.
- Having to tilt your head to look up at her
- She rests her chin on top of your head most of the time
- Having to on your tippy toes to kiss her (Her favorite thing)
- Constantly having to ask her to get something off a top shelf.
•Definitely though if she is upset at you or being playful, she is usually the one that puts your stuff on the high shelf’s.
• You occasionally forget how tall Robin actually is until she stands up next to someone else. Then you’re reminded that your girlfriend is built like a majestic tree.
• The relationship closely resembles a relationship like Jessica and Roger rabbit
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“Seriously, what do you see in her Robin-Chan?”
Sanji and the other Strawhats watched in the distance as Usopp, Luffy, and Y/n were fighting over who is the one that gets to ride the giant elephant first. Robin didn’t take her eyes off the scene, more on y/n, watching her girlfriend hit luffy off for trying to eat the big animal . Her eyes twinkling with amusement and tenderness
“She makes me laugh”
Y/n, her lovable, hot nerd, idiotic girlfriend, fought off Usopp and luffy and got on the animal first. But, it wasn’t long until she was being dragged by the creature.
Scenario: VALAK doesn't understand why they didn't kill them. They were a demon, a VERY powerful at that. But here they are, playing babysitter with the hodgson children…

(Author: I didn’t create this fandom or did not draw for the character in this post.)
Warning ⚠️: Cursing, horror, and demonic
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The buss stoped in front of the pickup spot.
Parents stood at the buss stop. Some leaning on nearby fences, some chatting with other parents, or Some sat in their cars waiting for their children to get from the buss in there cars with no interaction from anybody.
It was a fall weather afternoon. The chilled breeze nipped at skin ever so slightly causing goosebumps as the leaves were a mix from green, orange, to red scattered in the trees. The sound of leaves wrestling up against each other and babbling of people was a normal thing to expect. The smell of the chilled breeze and gas of the cars was intoxicating.
A familiar sound of a big metal honk was heard and loud stoping of breaks. Parents gathered around as a big yellow scrappy buss came to a stop. Kids open up the windows to wave at their parents eagerly.
The buss doors creak open with a harsh metal scraping noise. The rust smell coming from the small narrow bus doors have been growing for months on it. Kids got off one by one reunited with their parents once more. It wasn't long until there was little children and parents left now.
Small red boots on the buss steps getting off. 3 other types of colorful boots did the same.
"Bye Mr. Knox!" The second oldest hodgson girl, Janet said as her siblings got off the bus with her. The old withering buss driver muffled something under his breath.
"Don't mention it" The bus driver mumbled, shutting the doors as it creaked once again fully shutting taking off. This lead to the Hodgson siblings left on the curb, seemingly having no one to go to as all the parents and children have left already.
“Let's go, Moms probably working late tonight. It’s getting cold out here" Margret, the oldest hodgson child said, taking the hand of her younger brothers billy and Johnny. Janet’s hands found her backpack straps while her red boots squished walking down the wet London side walk.
Everyone was gone. No one at the sidewalk making it a quiet atmosphere. A little too quiet than it should when outside. It wasn’t long when a feeling of being watched came on the children. Janet, feeling this more than her siblings, she’s turn her head to a dark alleyway. It seems darker than usual.
Her stoping caused her siblings to stop too. They all were looking into the alleyway.
“Janet, what are you—“
“Valak is behind the trashcan in there” Janet’s voice cuts the air as she pointed to the dark alleyway nonchalantly. Eerie Silence followed that statement. All the Hodgson children was now looking into the dark alleyway like in a trance.
.
Janet was right.
Slowly, a slight movement was seen in the dark. It was a shadow, darker than the alleyway itself. Far in the darkness, two gold eyes like dying embers blink open. The darkness intensified while the eyes glowed around them.
The shadow glide slowly on the wall of the alleyway emerging to stay in the dark but seen to the children. It was tall and getting bigger by the second. No outside light daring to enter.
“. . . 𝙈𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝘼𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙“
The voice was ..formal one can say? The voice isn’t like one you hear everyday. Cold with an ancient knowledge to it, like it burned down ruins before this age came to be. Think of it like this, a person that has rehearsed every sentence for 300 years to sound cool.
“ Dude, you were behind a trash can.”
“ 𝐈 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭. “
A white face appeared. The face was pasty white with bony, narrow features. Those piercing gold eyes mixed with the black, white, and gray smoke were the only pop of color.
Valak fully emerged. A long, flowing black hooded robe covered them. An off-white wimple covered the neck and shoulders, along with a stiffened black headpiece, a rope waist belt, and a prominent gold cross necklace.
Still having the nun appearance, the clothing seemed less striking than usual. The gold eyes remained the same, though.
Watching.
Always watching.
“You still look creepy,” Janet said quietly.
“𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠,” Valak responded flatly through a rough tone. They emerged completely from the alleyway now standing next the the Hudson children.
“You hid behind a trashcan.”
“𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.”
“You were spying on us.”
“𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠”
“Spying.”
“𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠”
Billy snorted quietly beside Margret. Valak slowly turned their head.
“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.”
“A little,” Billy admitted.
Cold wind drifted through the London streets as they continued walking home. Streetlights flickered overhead while cars passed and strangers disappeared into the night. People moved around them naturally. Except when they noticed.
Then shoulders stiffened. Conversations quieted. Feet moved faster. No one knew why. Maybe they didn’t need to. The city felt normal.
𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 felt wrong.
“𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲?” Valak asked. The children and them were not even close to the hodsog home
 Do demons always complain this much?” Janet shot back.
Margaret held her brothers hand tighter. Ever since the entity had attached itself to Janet, it had never truly left.
it lingered
Followed
Watched
In some strange, twisted way, it had become something like a babysitter. A demonic shadow lurking behind every normal moment. Margaret wasn’t sure if that made things better. Or worse.
“𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.”
“And somehow you’re still impatient.”
Silence.....
“ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧”
“But you stick around” Billy pointed out. Margret’s hand tightened on Billy’s.
More silence.
“Strategic observation,” Valak repeated quietly.
Janet smiled, she nor her siblings believe that one bit.
“Sure.”
Gold eyes glanced toward them briefly before turning back toward the path before them.
Ancient, strange, unsettling, those words still fit. They always would. But fear had a strange way of changing when it stayed long enough. What once felt terrifying slowly became familiar.
Not normal.
Never normal.
Just familiar.
Cold wind drifted through London’s dark streets as streetlights glowed overhead. Cars passed. People laughed somewhere in the distance. Life carried on. And somehow…
They carried on too.
Gold eyes lifted briefly toward the cloudy night sky. Silent, Watching, Existing. Ancient things rarely disappear, sometimes they just simply become part of the story.
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(𝐀/𝐮: I hope y’all enjoy this but I sure did! Again sorry for being the late writer but I needed to get this out cause I LOVE this AU ❤️! See you my little warriors, have a great afternoon, morning, and night )
where after making out and she is laying your head on her chest! calls you cutie or something sweet yet hot in her accented tone. and girls tall so the height difference is 🩷. even if you are the same height or taller either way.
she would be soft at first maybe not but she would grab your neck to kiss you deep when you pull away you can’t help but look at her cleavage like hello there
Scenario: Going to a Halloween party! (Axe man, Ed/Lorraine Warren, Bathsheba, the crooked man, Valak, Malthus)
Warning ⚠️: Demonic, Gore, Cursing and Gendering demons
☠︎︎☦︎︎☠︎︎☦︎︎☠︎︎☦︎︎☠︎︎☦︎︎☠︎︎☦︎︎
𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐞/𝐄𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧
• Surprise to find out that these two got a thing for the Halloween spooks
• Most definitely going to be in a throuple costume of either Disney characters or tv show characters you all watch together at the time
• if you’re an extrovert, you are mingling with Ed talking, laughing, and dancing around until you can’t feel your legs anymore, making at least 3 new friends from the party
• If you’re an Introvert, you are with Lorraine drinking “blood” at the fruit punch table while playing Halloween games. Both your favorite games to play is bobbing for apples and mummy wrap race
• Don’t think that just because it’s a party or a holiday, that the spirits or entities will back off—WRONG. They are out now more the ever. You and Ed don’t look twice when Lorraine is parting one minute, then the next, talking to a wall while others watch
• Seeing all the demonic stuff doesn’t bother them much at the party, it’s part of Halloween.
• No exorcisms today!
• it’s most likely that 3 bags of party candy will be going home with all of you at the end. Also most likely that you and Judy will be the ones to eat two whole bags of the candy then pass out on the couch while trying to watch Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.
• Ed and Lorraine cuddling on the other couch as they watch you and Judy in the mean time with soft smiles on their faces. Hoping this Halloween will always be like this 💘
Axe man
• Party? That’s not really in his vocabulary. He’s not a “party guy.” He rather be at home chopping away at things and stalk you as usual
- But if your going, your not leaving him. Either way he IS coming with you
• Thinks it’s weird that humans for one day celebrate there fears instead of running away from them. This sinful baby is confused
• You would be in a farmer outfit to try to match him as “normal as possible.” He likes that… a little to much
• Out of everyone, he has the least amount of interest in Halloween sweets or activities but is a big fan of the small glow sticks and spider rings trinkets can get instead!
- Will try to eat the spider rings successfully, then be disappointed with the taste
• Confused about why humans have an aura of curiosity toward him at the party.
- Smirks when smelling the hunger the women at the party got for him—
• VERY close to you. Like I’m talking “every corner, I’ll be there” “every party, I’ll be there” “every waking moment, I’ll be there”
• Definitely use this advantage to tournament and kill these poor souls without being detected
• He would not do this again but it was fun while it lasted. It’s mandatory now you bring him small trinkets tho
𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐛𝐚
• A day of eeriness and chaos of people being scared all day and night, count her in!
• Never been to a party before even when alive. Technically YOUR the one that’s been invited, but that counts as a invitation for her too
• LOVES the demonic stuff around, she feels very appreciated this time of year
• Not only do you have to try to keep an eye on her to make sure she didn’t possess people to bad at the party, but, make sure she doesn’t possess anyone to eat everything she sees
- You still have nightmares from that time you watched her cough up a WHOLE shoe once with no problem
• Bathsheba I feel would LOVE peeps ghost marshmallows. Like unhealthy buys- (steals)- bags of it from the nearby stores near you to last until winter like a bear saving food for hibernation.
• Definitely bussing it down in the dance circle. No questions for this soul sucking baddie. Bake those cookies Bathsheba!
• This Halloween and its celebrations aren’t so bad after-all. Just don’t be surprised at the end she is breathing down your neck asking when the next party is
𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤
• No thank— not even a no-thank you, Just no. Parties aren’t really her thing especially mortal parties that celebrate these holiday mortal traditions
• She’s the president of hell, a fallen angel that followed the first lie. She has no time for these. It’s below her
• So once you get invited to a Halloween party, she decides last minute to tag along. Not cause she wants to of course, just to keep you in check while looking at other fresh - meat
• Don’t know why but one mortal candy she’ll actually eat is Warheads extreme sour. Straight up chew on it like nothing then spit it all out once the sourness is gone. That’s when she puts another in its place
• She’s in your shadow most of the night. A couple times she would be out in the open causing an atmosphere more spooker then before
- Quick to make people go insane at the party since they see her one second then don’t. Thats her favorite thing to do all night
• Takes amusement with the game bobbing for apples. So humans willingly drown themselves for an stupid app—
• Doesn't like the way demons are presented in halloween. Sexy devil costumes? Wtf. Like whats all that about. There scary, powerful, chaotic , beings in her defination. Plus, In hell standers, she is already that bitch 🫢👌
• Overall would not go wilingly to a human halloween party in the first place. But, if it pisses you off and damage psychologically to others with her tricks, she wouldn’t mind staying a while longer then intended at this party
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧
• This gentleman couldn’t stop tap dancing out of excitement! A party? How fun!
• He’s not use to humans taking photos of him thinking he’s “cool” It’s not as amusing as when they will run and scream while he eats their souls leaving them to see nothing but—
- He could pass as a great cosplayer luckily. Many did stop to take photos of him! no fright, no worry, no terror. Just a very tall looking creature like the Slenderman version of Mary Poppins
• Definitely an Extrovert no questions asked. Popping out those tap dancing moves and umbrella twirls creates a crowd on the dance floor with his performance
• It’s the party games for him! Just know that he is a fast learner when it comes to these types of things. Especially grown fond of pumpkin bowling 🎃
• You better believe that people would mumble about how his inhumanly small black eyes look a little too real..
• Candy corn teeth, jewelry, decorations, this demon loves some candy corn
• It overall was a great experience and he would 100% go to another one
𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬
• Malthus would be the type to think it’s stupid but will go anyway
• Halloween is actually his favorite holiday. It increases fear in humans and helps with being non detected in the open
• Once you got that letter of invitation to a halloween party, it’s not just you that’s going -NOPE- this is a team effort honey, he’s coming with you
• The Annabelle doll would be apart of your costume. It wouldn’t stick with you for long tho. It would lingerie around places it shouldn’t be at the party, luckily that’s normal for you
• He fucks with Airheads. Not the people, the candy. Don’t know why but if it’s in sight, it’s taken instantly never to be seen again. Especially the cherry ones
- Seriously, DON’T TOUCH IT. Unless you want your hand back
• Likes to watch people mostly. Analyzing their thoughts, actions, words. When people got the sense of being watched and start to get creeped , he does it more
• Takes likening to pumpkin carving contests. He likes to watch the stabbing and carving out the guts of the pumpkins. It makes him think of home
- He wants to participate, but not with a pumpkin 😈
• Careful not to have people recognize the doll and ruin the fun. If they do, he would be more than happy to show them what halloween is all about
• 8/10 on the experience of a human halloween party. Would do it again, I mean- food and entertainment all in one place with a bubble of fear wrap into it, Count him in
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☦︎☠︎︎☦︎︎☠︎︎☦︎︎☠︎︎☦︎︎☠︎︎☦︎︎☠︎︎
(A/n: I don’t own any of these characters. I understand the demons are they/them but I wanted to play around with gender on this. I hope you all enjoyed have a great afternoon, night, or morning my little warriors 💕)
𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨: Asking Robin if she likes the pink petals appearing when using her devil fruit (Stupid I know)
Warning ⚠️: Gay panic
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Sunlight burned the surface of Arabasta.
Chatter of home life filled the streets of Arabasta. The sun and sky sang in harmony above. Waves pulse just under the surface hitting the bottom of the cliffs in slow but powerful strides, the clear blue sky and ocean merged looking like one.
“𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍?”
Two figures came into frame, the biggest cliff on the island stood tall and proud facing the vast ocean with no fear. A single thick oak tree sat at the top, shadowing the lime grass cooling it. The figures sat on top of the cliff, tree shadowing over them like protection of the sun as well.
“ 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 “ Y/n, the shorter of the two, asked their dark haired companion.
A old coffee stain poster paper flashed on the screen looking old but intimidating, face frozen in time on the poster.
𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝
𝐘/𝐧 𝐋/𝐧
𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞, $𝟒𝟑,𝟎𝟎𝟎,𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲
The smell of ocean salt mixed with Robin’s new crisp book about archaeological texts bubbled around them in a reality they made togther.
“What about it dear?”
Robin didn’t even look up from the book, face buried in the pages. Her white cowboy hat and floor-length coat neatly placed on the grass like art work beside her. Her voice reflected herself, powerful, mysterious, and calm.
Another old coffee stain poster with rough edges flew on the scene fast. Her face like stuck in time on the front page.
𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝
𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧
𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞, $𝟕𝟗,𝟎𝟎𝟎,𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲
“ 𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆? 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗌 “ Y/n asked looking at Robin then the grandline’s deep mysterious waters behind. The light bounced off Robin’s black hair shining like an oil spill. Her makeup ever so perfect on her fair skin. She was silent. Y/n knows well when Robin is thinking of her next words carefully.
“ I don’t hate it if that’s the question. “
Closed her book careful to not to rip it, Mr. Zero would hate if is she ripped his things.
“ It’s…interesting. When raw power show itself, beauty takes its place where it’s not supposed to be found. “
Her words poised the air with elegance and knowledge while there bubble still remained of peace.
“ I never liked it at first. ” Y/n looked at her trying to get a feel of her feelings. Like always, her vulnerability was covered to be untraceable.
“ Confused why when I would hurt, kill, and steal from others, there was a flower tail following behind. It looked foolish to use and see. “
Her gaze locked on a boat passing by below, looking like an ant compared to were they were
“ 𝖲𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾? “
Robin looked at Y/n, eyes finally meeting. A emotion finally merged in her eyes, understanding.
“ It’s Balance “ silence fell between the two
“ Darkness can’t be dark if there’s no light. Just like how no light can’t be bright without the dark. So yes I do like them in a since “
Y/n smirked, Robin always had to have a way with words. They nudged Robin arm slightly making her sway slightly
First time for hours since both the pirates snuck out to this bubble, Robin smiled not in intelligence, but soft, curling her deep dimples that popped out more
“ Then perhaps they should try harder to understand “ Robin replied, a small smirk tugging at her lips. Playfulness seeping into the words.
“ 𝖡𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗁？𝖦𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄”
Y/n got up and holding out their hand. A soft breeze caused the leaves to ruffle softly and waves became more audible to hear.
“ 𝖦𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎” Robin looked at Y/n hand hesitant at first, eyes darting to Y/n’s hand to their eyes. Another silence filled the bubble they lived in, not with peace, with love.
She got up. Her coat and hat back on yet hands still intertwined, lingering.
“Then let it feel wrong—at least we got something right.”
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(𝐀/𝐍: Thank you my little warriors for reading this. I took it in my hands because no one‘s writing about this beautiful woman! Like always I write random stuff. Hold on to your hats, More to come! I’m in the game again. Have a beautiful morning, afternoon, or night 💘.
how is everyone coping? can someone please write a small fanfic of the reader finding henry as he’s in the cave reliving his memories and he’s crying and they help him OR one where the reader finds him as he’s dying and they comfort him :(( telling him it’ll be okay and that he’ll finally be at peace
Bodies watched while the deadly creature groaned in agony. Since the abyss had froze, so did time. The hefty smell of iron and dust stood still clawing through airways making it sting to breathe. It was long waited for this tragic nightmare to come to an end. More times than none, freedom hasn’t smelled this close for such a long time. . .
The party watched VECNA twitch tired, but relentless. Seemingly clinging onto whatever little life he had left. Red liquid pooled beneath him rapidly while the rock was pierced through him. He was still alive, barely. Eleven stepped forward ready to strike again if needed.
I wasn’t that far behind.
I saw Joyce next to me holding the axe tighter to herself, while Will looked ready to defend once more. VECNA looking right at us. . . At me
I returned the gesture. My e/c eyes searching those once blue eyes I admired when I was a child. The one person that took care of me, the one person that knew me.
Joyce broke our eye contact for us by taking a step forward to VECNA. This caused him to stare her down, Hatred and ever so slightly. . . Fear in this position. Joyce held the axe tighter making her knuckles more white while endless passion storm her eyes. She was ready to strike this fucker once and for all. She took a breath while preparing for what she has wanted to do for so long.
Before she finished her breath, My hand touched hers.
Joyce jumped in surprise. Her eyes jumped to read confusion just like everyone else that watched us. Tense silence with pleading eyes watched while I got closer to him. I can’t remember when the last time I talked to him let alone see him, like this more even. His breath got faster slightly now that I was next to him.
“ 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗛𝗲𝗻𝗿𝘆“
My words felt like weight on my chest. E/c eyes never leaving Henry’s. His gaze shifts but unreadable with that usually fake façade. I couldn’t stop the words from falling out of my mouth. 
My words choked my breath. Eyes on me felt like annoying mosquitos bussing around me. Henry’s demeanor changed to one of confusion but also an emotion he hasn’t felt in a long time… his body tensing less and less while his black eyes fluttered slowly.
Blood dripped on my hand while red vines from him curled and relaxed. Noticeably, his hand around mine tightened, not in threat to kill. . .but to seek the one thing that goes numb to him, comfort. A smile slolwy ghosted over my face
“ 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 “
My hand slolwy reached forward, not to kill, but to hold. My softer hand found his claw, Time held its breath.
maybe something a bit angsty with soft valak if possible :)
The silence in the room was ringing empty, but at the same time it could be cut with a knife. Outside the window, the rain was pouring mercilessly. You were sitting on the windowsill, your forehead pressed against the cold glass. The world outside the window looked gloomy and gray. The houses in the distance gradually blurred into shapeless blobs, and the light of the lampposts now looked like irregular stars of fire.
You felt his presence immediately. This sticky cold, creeping up your spine to your heart. Usually, this feeling calmed you down, but not today. Today, it only made you feel more depressed and caused pain in your chest.
You didn't argue or yell at each other. It was as if an invisible glass wall had suddenly appeared between you. You were on one side, and he was on the other. You were looking at each other, but you couldn't reach out. You knew that you were from different worlds, but you desperately wanted to believe that he saw more in you than just another soul, that all those gestures of tenderness really came from the depths of his being, and not just to appease you.
Valak took a step closer, his presence now more pronounced. But it wasn't threatening, rather heavy. As if the feelings that weighed on your chest also affected him.
"What are you thinking about?" His voice sounded like a bolt from the blue. You just sighed, looking down at the dusty windowsill. You should probably clean it. And put some flowers on it. Flowers full of life...
"About everything. And nothing at all too." You replied quietly, running your finger along the cool window frame.
The answer came almost immediately, more firm, more threatening, "You're lying." Not a suggestion, a statement of fact. "I feel... fear. Despair. It's like you're thinking about something that hurts you. Why?"
That's right. You clenched your hands into fists, your nails digging into your palms, leaving red crescents. But the brief pain was refreshing, almost soothing.
"I'm just... tired. I'm tired of this uncertainty. I feel like I'm losing you. You're not around as much anymore. And you're not feeding on me anymore. You're... drifting away."
You buried your face in your knees, wrapping your arms around them. Your chest ached with pain, and your eyes burned with unshed tears. But if he really didn't care anymore, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. Demons love to play with people.
A broken laugh escaped from his dead chest.
He took a step closer. A cold hand rested on your back, gently stroking you. You shuddered.
"I am the abyss. I am everything and nothing. You knew this from the beginning. And you agreed. Foolish. You walked into this hell yourself."
His words were like a knife to your heart. "..yes, I did."
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and your pained voice did not go unnoticed.
"You are a foolish human. You. Your body. Your soul. All of it belongs to me," he said in a humming voice. His hand slid to your hair, gently caressing it, "That's why I take care of you. I hunt people so I don't deplete your energy. But perhaps I went too far by neglecting you. I'm sorry."
You raised your head, staring at him with disbelieving eyes. A crooked smile graced his eerie face. But you couldn't help but smile back, "Are you serious right now?"
"More than ever. You're a foolish human, but you're my human."
His arms pulled you into his embrace, lifting you up. Your hands slid around his neck, and your legs wrapped around his waist. Your mind was filled with his scent, a mysterious, earthy aroma with a hint of blood. But it was strangely comforting. You buried your face in his shoulder.
"And don't sit by the windows anymore. You might get sick. You humans are too fragile."
THANKS TO @lazyemmy FOR THIS LOVELY IDEA OF THE PENGUIN! READER💗🦆
HAZBIN HOTEL X PENGUIN! READER
prompt: during one extermination an angel had kidnapped you and took you to heaven based off a common mistake
“Quack?” You were literally trying to water the hotel’s flowers when you forgot about extermination….the leader of the exterminators had grabbed you by your sailor outfit Velvette made you.
“Shut your mouth short stuff.” You heard a man’s voice to see a person wearing a horned mask and a golden robe. You panicked as Charlie had told you about a man like this as Adam scoffs seeing your panicked state.
“JEEZ CHILL OUT YOU FUCKIN' BIRD BRAIN!” Adam yells as he enters in the portal of heaven with the exterminators behind him. He plops you down on the clouded floors to see the heavenly gates Charlie tells you in stories
As you waddled you seen a male who seemed to be waiting for you. “Ah! Reader..so glad to have you. It seems as if heaven had made a mistake and sent you to hell.” St. Peter said as he picks you up having the gates open. Your eyes widen at the bright light of heaven as angels walk and smile. “Welcome to your true home [reader]”
The air smelt so clean and not bloody as it seemed so peaceful and holy. After St. Peter getting your room and home ready to stay in heaven. You start to feel a little “home” sick as you hope the hotel crew was doing well and aren’t going crazy.
Which they totally are as Charlie is panicking calling her father.
After a few days , Adam will visit you a lot saying how he got forced to look after you…(he wasn’t forced he just liked how cute and pure you are but he’ll never admit it) Adam makes dumb ass jokes about how all those sinners down there should die and perish as he pats you on your little head. You quacked trying to show some worry for your friends down there.
“Oh them? Hah! They’re probably running like headless chickens looking for your ass.” Adam says with his usual grin as he pops some popcorn in his mouth. “Want some?” He says as he waves a piece of popcorn in your face. you sniffed it and ate it from his hand as adam's eyes widen at your cuteness…
you're like a little baby..💗😭😭😭
Adam grabs your chubby cold cheeks as he faces you towards him. “Never leave here. Okay?” He says seriously low with a protective tone as you quack nodding nervously at how quick this dude got attached to you.
Adam pushes your face away from him smirking. “Good now let’s watch this video I saw off of this human app called ‘TikTok’”
Lute didn’t know how to approach you, but she sends you small gifts that reminds her of you as you just open them like “quack?” And a head tilt confused but take it in anyways.
I imagine lute literally being your bodyguard when you don’t have any work to do as she just pushes anyone who gets to close to you away. LIKE IT COULD BE AN OLD LADY AND SHE WOULD BE LIKE “BITCH MOVE!”😭
After the 3rd day of the 1 week of being in heaven, lute definitely got overprotective of you. Always keeping tabs on where you go and which house you deliver mail to. I mean who knows what would happen to a cute soul like you? (A/n: Omg this sounds like a yandere…)
The angels love how adorable you are as they pet you. Immediately you are popular just like how you are popular in hell. Sera has given you a job as a mail boy again as you smile.
I can see St.Peter visit you when he isn’t on duty or just when someone takes his spot so he can say hi and hang out with you.
You wear a cute little yellow and white mail delivery fit thanks to sera who got a designer to get you to fit it perfectly.
You love how you still got your delivery job as you leave a cookie on the front porches of the angels. It’s like your significant signature to others to have a good day.
Adam and lute were arguing one time in front of you and you sniffled not liking the loud noises and immediately, and surprisingly. Adam and Lute pretended everything was okay to make you happy as Adam picked you up and took you away to get your favorite snack for you.
Sera checks on you as well with Emily by her side as Emily just finds you so cute and is excited to get to hang out with you more.
Emily immediately hugs and kisses your head amused by your small and kind soul she sees in you.
Sera would like to take you on stroll on week 2. She’d like to show you around heaven with Emily as she hold you in her arms gushing chow cute you are.
NOW I CAN IMAGINE YOU AND EMILY GOING ON A SHOPPING SPREE TO EXPLORE NEW CLOTHING AESTHETIC ✨💗
You showed yourself to be an angel by spirit as you helped a kid get a new lollipop, which makes sera smile at you being helpful as he is glad to hav with here in heaven and not they “ratchet” place.
You do miss hell as it had your friends who you got use to….you hoped they were still doing okay down there.
MEANWHILE IN HELL: “OMG OMG I CANT BELIEVE THEY GOT KIDNAPPED…IM A BAD FRIENDDD” “HON DONT WORRY, YOUR DAD CAN FIND A WAY TO GET THEM..” “it’s okay fat nuggets, they’ll come back…” *sad oink* and everyone else is having their own panic moment in their own way.
MEANWHILE BACK IN HEAVEN: “quack.” You said looking up at adam who holds your hand. “Huh? Jeeezzz bird brain..stop worrying about those loser down there…they’re fine without you.” Adam says smirking knowing damn well they aren’t .
Emily holds your hand as you waddle quacking at the ice creams around here. They taste so much better as your eyes sparkle at this sweet flavored treat. Emily squeals as her eyes got big and took a pic of your happy face. Sera most definitely got the picture on her heaven phone as her face soften seeing the new angel in heaven enjoying their self.
I imagine Adam is the one to be the one who claims to be the closest to you. But really he just brags about himself to you about how much sinners he kills.
I headcannon for your wings to be little cute fairy looking wings or pure white ones as you just fly.
You definitely have cherubim in heaven which makes the angels find you more adorable as the delivery boy.
You had made an account literally one day, and instantly you got 2 million followers which made you shock as Adam just munches on snacks while you quack panicked at how quick you became famous here.
I headcannon St. Peter to send you cookies with those cute little penguin designs on it. It looks like Christmas cookies but they are so cute and tasty
Say for example you fell and you couldn’t get up as you’re so rounded 😭 LITERALLY ALL YOU CAN DO IS ROLL AND SQEUAK AND QUACK💗 Adam is laughing as he takes a picture and video for himself before helping you up.
I can imagine Adam and Sera having a schedule out to plan who gets it hang out with you on weeks and days 😭
You liked the herbal tea they had as you waddle around with Adam having a kid leash on you as he just looked bored.
At the end of the week, you were sleeping wearing a whole ass cute gown Adam bought you as he literally dropped it on you with a flustered face seeing your cute smile.
As you slept…Lucifer snuck into heaven and snatched you up leaving a “fuck you” letter to Adam. Don’t even question how he got into heaven. Just be glad he took you.
Scenario: What if you were in a relationship with not only one but both of them? How did this happen . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐎𝐖?!
𝒱𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓀 x Reader x 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬
Warning ⚠️: Cursing and demonic tendencies
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That’s the biggest question it seems…. 𝐇𝐨𝐰?!
How could these two powerful, bloodthirsty, horrible beings be with someone? Let alone a human. But it happened
Even though these two are demons, they both are totally DIFFERENT
Malthus is a black ram demon, an Earl in hell
Valak is a fallen Angel. They fought in the rebellion in heaven alongside Lucifer, Raking as the president in hell. A snake demon
(٥⁀▽⁀ ) How you all meet . . .
𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬
You were great friends with Ed and Lorraine Warren, which lead to how you meet them
You were one of the first to have a tour of the Warrens museum when they first started to collect demonic items.
You walked around the museum carful not to touch anything like Ed instructed. You feel eyes on you but one was more intense. Your head turned to a direction like begging for you to look
It was the Annabelle doll, looking straight into your soul
Ed told you to not touch or interact with the Annabelle doll by absolutly NO means. But, he wasn’t the one that felt Annabelle’s eyes follow him intently. Surprisingly you didn’t noice the doll’s head tilt deepen when you left the room.
𝒱𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓀
You went on an investigation with the Warrens. You were involved with the case of the Hodgson family
It was that night of chaos and demonic possession everything was dark. Janet Hodgson screaming out the bedroom window while a tree that was strangely struck by lightning turned to a sharp point waiting for Janet to fall on top of it. Ed Warren held onto Janet, trying to pull her back in the room but a force not letting go of Janet nor Ed.
You ran with Lorraine making hasty ways to the bedroom. A baby pink dresser flew fast to block the door but Lorraine and you moved out of the way before being caught by the dresser. Getting in, your eyes found a dark corner twirling in black, gold dying ember eyes meet yours in that darkness, Valak
When Lorraine defeated Valak along with your help, it was thought and relief that that demon would be gone for good….that wasn’t true obviously.. 🙄
Relationship stautes
They don’t feel love or other mush stuff like in normal relationship. But there is two traits that a demon and a human have in common, Possession and obsession
They don’t speak outright. Like, at all. The most your going to get is faint growls and breathy whispers in the wind that you can’t understand
Demons don’t share, they take. That DEFINITELY go towards these two. So getting jealous was a common theme 
If you decide to give one more attention then the other, your now basically asking for a brawl
Having two very powerful demonic being partners has pros and cons, but one con is the power trip. They both fight for dominance not only for you but for each other. They both are in a battle and neither is going to lose without a fight. 
That’s when you would have to step in and try to calm the situation
Good news is you don’t have to worry about intruders, they would die before they even got to the front porch
They both have ONE thing in common, scaring you. They both love to see that terrified look in your eyes and smell of fear. that’s what got them in the first place, they were addicted to it.
They are addicted to you
Not just you as a person, your soul
It was clear that your just a weak human under there powerful claws, they make that known. What is also known was how unique your soul was.... they don't have a problem sharing that
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For now
(Author: thank you for reading this. I feel they both in the slasher world get enough credit and plus l have problems 😂 I am open to any and EVERY request for these two or more. I hope you all have a great afternoon, morning, and night my little warriors!)
Summary: Two demons want your soul but find you difficult to kill. But maybe they don’t have to kill you to get what they want.
Author’s Note: I don’t have any explanation for this other than I find these two hot and I want to write about them. I hope you all enjoy!
Warnings/tags: demonic infestation, demons wanting to kill you, attempted murder via demons doing demon things, summoning rituals, religious themes, nightmares, paranoia, deals with demons, telepathic communication, gender neutral reader, no physical description of the reader beyond looking tired, lust towards the reader is alluded to but nothing is explicit (yet…), not beta read
Word count: 2.8k
It wasn’t supposed to happen. The rule was unspoken, but they understood it well. Sure, after they fell, after they became demons, the two didn’t have to abide by many rules. But what they were doing was forbidden. Surely it had to be.
Malthus fell first. He was going to kill you in the beginning. You had come into possession of that doll. The little red-headed doll that he hid away inside of decades ago. It didn’t matter how you got your hands on it. He was just ecstatic that he finally had someone to play with, someone to break down. A soul to devour. It had been so long and he desperately needed it.
But you were hard to break.
Even when you got scared at his tricks you would quickly shake it off, like nothing happened. That was fine. He liked a challenge. He could play with you for as long as he needed to.
But you were strange.
You carried the doll around. That ugly doll in that old white dress. He couldn’t wrap his mind around it. You wouldn’t just leave it sitting around. You would move it to different rooms on different days. But you mainly kept it in the living room, sitting in a chair as if it were your roommate. That was okay. He could deal with you being strange.
But you were indifferent.
A month had passed and you were driving the demon mad. Every time he moved the doll you wouldn’t react. You would simply move it back to where you wanted, seemingly completely unfazed by the uptick of strange phenomena in your home. Sounds at night, hands grabbing your feet as you slept, apparitions walking through your house. If you were scared it didn't show through much. You got a bit jumpy here and there but there was no appearance of true terror. And that was unacceptable. He had to end this.
But he couldn’t.
There he was, growling above you. You couldn’t move, paralyzed as you lay in bed, looking up at the demon above you. You didn’t scream. You didn’t cry. You just met his gaze, staring at him. And for the first time since the beginning of time, Malthus felt something that wasn’t rage, that wasn’t a sinister bloodthirsty boiling anger where his soul was supposed to be. He didn’t know what it was but he wasn’t supposed to feel it. It was forbidden. So he left, retreating into the doll, and making it and him disappear from your home.
But that wasn’t the end.
Valak had become a partner in sin with Malthus. The two didn’t necessarily like each other but they accomplished plenty of foul things together. Especially with Valak overseeing everything. But when he found out that Malthus had failed to kill you it left him both confused and enraged. How could he not kill a simple pathetic human? How could he let a soul that was ripe for the taking go to waste?
If Malthus couldn’t do it, Valak would. Maybe Malthus was just rusty. Valak was more powerful after all. It would be easy to take your soul.
Or so he thought.
Every day during your daily routine you would pass a cathedral. As you walked on the sidewalk it felt as if something inside of you was pulling you, whispering into your ear to go in.
It was Valak, of course. Not that you were aware of his presence. In your mind, you thought maybe something holy was trying to reach out to you but it was him luring you, knowing eventually you would crack and take a peek inside. He just needed you to get close enough to latch onto. And you did eventually. On one dreary Sunday morning, you decided to go to mass. His pull had raised some guilt within you, making you seek out the comforts of the pew. And that’s where he grasped hold of you, seeping into your mind without you even realizing it. Divine intervention wasn't in the cards for you on that day.
You took him home with you and you were none the wiser to your new demonic infestation. Valak could’ve killed you right then in there, but he waited. He wanted to make you weak, wanted to watch you break, wanted to savor every morsel of your pain before he took your soul.
But you were very hard to break.
Two months. It had been two months. And much to Valak’s displeasure, you were very much still alive. Weaker perhaps but not broken.
He hated to admit that Malthus was right about anything. You weren't cracking just as the other demon described. You were occasionally fearful, a natural instinct for what Valak was doing to you, but there was no true terror. And what good is a soul taken that's not dripping in terror?
Your resiliency was something he had rarely seen before. Clairvoyants, priests, witches…they all put up fights too. But even they cracked. Valak could make even the most holy of men break if he wanted.
You were truly different and it fascinated him almost as much as it filled him with rage. He could've killed you the first time he laid eyes on you. Malthus could've done the same. But there's no fun in that and even demons liked to have. Albeit their version of fun usually involved slaughtering mortals like a sacrificial lamb.
But just like Malthus, Valak found himself holding off.
He had an idea. A stupid idea but an idea nonetheless.
Valak liked the taste of the small amount of energy he had managed to drain from you. He might not have your soul but every now and then with the restless nights he would give you, he got a tiny morsel of what was inside. It was delicious. And maybe he could work with that.
Nightmares had always been an effective tool used by many demons. Your consciousness slipped just enough when you were asleep that he could slip through the cracks of that fortress that he once thought was impenetrable.
And that's where the real work finally began.
Malthus and Valak took turns. Every night planting a seed inside your mind that would leave you tossing and turning, gasping for air as you woke up startled and confused. Your brain cooked up the nightmares, the demons just had to give it a push in the right direction.
You were starting to see them in your dreams, haunting your sleep and terrifying you from within. It appeared that they had finally solved the puzzle of breaking you down. They could finally revel in the energy as they held you inside your own mind.
As the days went on you became visibly more exhausted. You were physically and mentally drained, slouching and shuffling to and from work, yawning throughout the day. Your friend at work had even offered to step in, thinking that maybe spending time with others would somehow remedy your slow descent into whatever hell you were being pulled into.
It was enough to make even Valak smile. Somehow he found toying with you and keeping you alive more enjoyable than giving you a swift end. It was confusing to him. Undeniably amusing but also confusing.
Neither he nor Malthus kept people alive for very long. Humans were usually easy to manipulate, easy to scare. Their souls were taken quickly, their bodies buried almost as fast by their mourning loved ones, assuming they had them.
But you were a rare exception. A part of him stirred as he watched you beyond the veil, a feeling not unfamiliar but he didn't welcome it gracefully. Something about your mental pushback, whatever in the nine hells was giving you that strength, was oddly alluring to the demon. He knew Malthus had felt it too which piqued his interest even more. It was so rare that the two of them were on the same page about anything. No matter how much they toyed with you they both had come to the same conclusion; you weren't going to die. Not by their hand at least.
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You couldn't take it anymore. For months your mind had been in a steady downward spiral. Your anxiety was at an all-time high, nightmares were plaguing your sleep every night, and the poltergeist activity was starting up again.
You weren't stupid, you knew something was up with that doll from the beginning. The previous owner practically gave it to you for free, desperately wanting it anywhere else. So you took it.
The doll was creepy, sure, but you didn't see any problem with owning it. At least you didn't think there would be a problem until it started moving on its own along with other things in your house.
You were initially freaked out but as time went on you decided to just live with it. You had initially figured the doll was just possessed by a lonely spirit, a little girl perhaps, but you were proven wrong when you were given a dose of sleep paralysis and a horned demon staring into your soul.
When you were left alive you took that as a sign. Maybe something up above was telling you it was time to get the spiritual aspect of your life in line. But ever since that doll disappeared and ever since you set foot in that church you were feeling worse by the day.
The change was small at first. You would hear whispers in your ears with no source, you would smell ash when there was no fire, and your nights would be restless.
But then those restless nights turned into nights where you felt like you were trapped in your sleep, like you were being held down and forced to watch your nightmares unfold until whatever the force was let you slip back into reality. Every day when you walked to work you swore you could see a nun staring at you through the stained glass of the church on your street. The whispering turned into disembodied shouts. You could see things out of the corner of your eye, peeking around the corners of your house, watching you from the shadows.
The worst part about it all, besides the very obvious drain on your energy, was that you felt like you couldn't talk to anyone about it. You wanted to talk to your friends about it but as you ran through what you might say in your mind you realized how crazy you might sound.
But you had had enough, deciding to take matters into your own hands.
You spent the next couple of weeks scouring the local libraries during your free time, finding anything you could get your hands on about demonology and more importantly demonolatry. You spent your time reading every page, taking notes, researching the origins of that doll. You wanted to find out if you could find out who exactly the demon was, who exactly the nun was that stared at you each day. And when you thought you finally had them nailed down you did something that would alter your life forever.
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A summoning wasn't something Valak or Malthus expected. It was bold of you. Stupid, but bold.
They found themselves bound in the confines of a circle, infernal markings in the floor keeping them in place with you just out of reach. The lamb had done some research. If Valak wasn't annoyed he might've just been impressed.
Malthus was enraged. His hand came up, claws swiping at you but missing, an invisible barrier keeping him from getting closer. The skin on his hand singed the closer he got, flesh burning almost as hot as the circle of hell he crawled out of.
"That's not going to work," you said.
You were sitting in your recliner, legs crossed, a borrowed library book resting on your lap. Your fingers tapped against the hard cover as you watched the demons with intrigue. "There really is a book for everything," you thought to yourself.
But you weren't alone inside your head. The demons were bound physically, but mentally they could still roam, even if it wasn't at their full strength.
"You pathetic human. You really think this can hold us for long?"
A voice hissed inside your head. It hurt, pain searing into the nerves of your brain. Your hand pressed on the side of your head, rubbing against it in a desperate attempt to soothe it.
"That's not going to work," the voice echoed, mocking you with your own taunt.
You glanced at the demons and saw one grinning. A truly devious smile bearing rows of sharp teeth. Your gaze faltered as pain struck you once more. Your eyes squeezed shut and you instinctively grasped your head in your palms, groaning at the pain.
It burned, like hot tendrils of fire right behind your skull. The pain intensified and you screamed, falling out of the hair onto the hardwood floor.
"Tsk. Tsk. Poor baby," the voice said, this time out loud.
At least you assumed it was out loud. The voice seemed to dance around the room but a part of you was sure it was the pain confusing you.
The demon chuckled, the sound rattling through the room. Your hearing became muffled, as if your head was being dunked underwater. It felt like a hand slid up your body, lingering at your throat and then gripping it, squeezing as hard as the invisible force could. You felt like you were being dipped in darkness, your vision clouding and becoming blurry.
The demons were trying to kill you with what little power they had while they were confined.
"Stop it!" you tried to scream but it came out garbled. It felt like you were choking on the very air you breathe.
"Why should we?" a simple question flooded into the depths of your mind.
For a fleeting second, you wondered the same thing. Why should they? They were demons after all. They owed you nothing, definitely not your life, and they were currently physically stuck in a circle they couldn't leave. They wanted out and killing you seemed like a simple trade-off.
So why would they stop?
"You know…we had just decided not to kill you but you had to go and ruin everything. We could've been perfect," the voice whispered in your head as the invisible hand tightened.
It was in that moment that you had an idea. It wasn't a good one but you had a feeling that it might just save your life.
"I can…help…you," you choked, those few words being all you could physically get out.
For a split second, there was a sharp ringing in your ears, and your vision was gone. You were sure you were dead, drifting into nothingness, but you were pulled back as quickly as you were gone. You laid on the floor of the living room, coughing as you desperately tried to get air into your lungs.
The grip was gone, so was the ringing. Your vision came back and your eyes slowly drifted up, locking eyes with the demon that was in your head.
Valak. You had figured out his name. Somehow the research had led you exactly to him. It was almost like something out there in the universe wanted you to figure out who he was, even if it almost got you killed.
He had a scowl on his face as his yellow eyes peered down at you. The other demon, Malthus, had a cold look on his face.
"What did you say?" Valak asked, his voice hissing all around you.
You pushed yourself off the floor, huffing as you did so.
"I'll help you. I can help you," you said, voice strained.
Valak moved, his foot stepping directly over your circle on the ground. Your heart felt like it stopped for a moment as you looked on in horror. You realized in your state of distress that your foot had broken the circle, sliding through the salt on the floor. They had used your pain to break out.
He walked over to you, the demon's figure looming over you. You smelled the familiar scent of ash wafting in your face as he grinned.
"Help us how, little lamb?" Valak asked.
He already knew the answer and so did you. He just wanted to hear you say it.
"Souls. I can help you get souls. As long as you don't take mine," you said quietly.
There was a moment of silence and you swore for a second the demons were communicating with each other in their minds.
Valak reached out, gripping your face in his hand, claws scratching at the skin. There was a flicker in his eyes as he looked at you.
Scenario: What it’s like in a relationship with them
(Ed Warren, Lorraine, Annabelle/Malthus, and Valak
Warning ⚠️ : Realistic as possible, first write
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Ed warren
You guys meet during high school
You were the quiet kid that he started to talk too
VERY loving
The type of person to buy you flowers just cause you exist.
Big baby when sick, just make him some tea and a kiss then he’s good.
If your not into the demonology
He will never bring you into investigations if not comfortable or wanting to put you in harms way.
He will make extra sure that nothing comes back home with him. 
But if your into demonology and the paranormal
He will be happy to tell you all about it, but still would be cautious about what he does as he doesn’t want you to get hurt.
He takes you on small romantic dates like picnics, late night movies, or dinners at a restaurant.
He plays guitar for you and if you guys have a child.
Overall, you could never asked for any more of a better Christian, demonologist, and loving partner to have.
Lorraine Morgan
 Psychic softly partner on the planet
You guys meet in high school
You both were the quiet kids. People used to call her ghost girl, But you didn’t and since then, you guys have been together. 
Be prepared to have at least two cabinets filled with teabags.
She gives the BEST head scratches
no matter what, you’re still not used to when she would do that small signature head tilt to a random blank wall 
“Honey what—-“
“ the neighbor’s dead dog, Lola, is trying to pee on our wall.” 
“….”
If you were into the whole paranormal thing, she would love to get into it with you, but if not, she had no problem, keeping her thoughts and abilities to herself. L etting you know enough to what’s going on.
always have dates in small coffee shops or quiet intimate places
Books galore
She always had that motherly nature as not only do the spirits feel it, but you feel it too. Her genuine warmth.
Although she can see things you wouldn’t understand or you can’t see things the way she dose, in both eyes, love was a common look even when the other wasn’t looking. 
Annabelle/Malthus
How did this even happen?… Malthus didn’t even know
But here you both were
Your car broke down one day in the middle of the countryside of your hometown, near was a ditch
Something shiny caught your eye in the ditch. Curiosity overtook you, and that’s when you found the doll
It’s ANYTHING but sweet with them.
You were a victim, a small human to be the next victim, but they saw something inside your soul that… intrigue them
It was a first for them, and was a first for you
You both became.. close to each other especially if the doll would move or have new blood stains
They would give you “gifts” not like normal stuff Humans gives to others but more unique and quite brutal. One time a DEAD bird on your doorstep.
Always feel like your being watched
The doll goes everywhere with you and Malthus shadow
Lots of whispers
You don’t have to worry about intruders, when seeing the doll people just run away
Even though your relationship is complicated beyond extent, there is no doubt that you are one of a kind. not only a soul for Malthus, but you as a whole they don’t want to break just yet. 
Valak
Again, no idea how this came to be, ESPECIALLY Valak
It all started when some friends and you thought it would be fun to ghost hunt in a haunted ministry. You all called summing someone…that someone was being answerd then non other then Valak themself.
Valak felt you would be supper easy and followed you home doing unimaginable things to there new victim.
Over time…you both just got use to each other in a way
Demons don’t love. They can’t feel that way. But the closest thing they can feel to human emotion is possession.
Your NEVER alone, personal space who?
When they would go possess another human host, they actually gave you a short break, not breaking you completely.
Those golden dying eyes never get old or unseen in the dark
Valak doesn’t speak at all. Only when they feel like it or it’s small short sentences randomly
One of these instances happened when you were watching a horror movie. Valak was in a chair in the darkest corner in your living room. Every jump scare, you would get scared at, but they were just cold dead staring at the tv with a stoic expression. One particular blood scene happened which caused your face to grimace in disgusted. 
“ Do you like the movie so far V?”
“………..”
“……”
“….i killed someone with your “grater of cheese” machine once”
Let’s just say, it never stop being interesting
Even though it’s unlikely for a demon to have human feelings especially Valak of their high hierarchy status in hell. Maybe just maybe, them tolerating you was being more enjoyable than it would without you.
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(Author: I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did writing it.I hope you all have a great night,afternoon, and night my little warriors! 💕)
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