i hope you enjoy these!! i made them with love and care ;)
Hannibal Lecter:
yeah, whoever made him feel that way is long gone. he’ll take you, tie you down and make you watch him kill that person in a very brutal sick way. he then will go on and tell you a heart filled message, while looking you in the eyes.
“you forced my hand dear.” oh yeah, make sure you enjoy his next meal. he made it special. 🥩
Will Graham:
he will become nonchalant (no joke), he will stop being him for a minute to process his emotions and how to deal with them. he’ll also become a rude bitch. not just to them, but to you as well.
“how would that make you feel?” he may even roll his eyes. soon, that person will come up missing. 🌪️
Billy Loomis:
takes it to a different level even in public. he will try to embarrass that person in-front of everyone. he takes your arm and you guys leave. if you try to talk to him, he’ll ignore you until he’s ready to talk.
“i want you to stay here, with me tonight.” only later to find out that there’s been a ghost face attack…with them being the first victim. 📞
Stu Marcher:
if you think will is gonna be nonchalant, lemme tell you about this guy. not only will he go crazy if someone takes to much of your time, he then will not talk to you for a little bit, which upsets you ofc.
“i think you should just stay away from that guy.” you can imagine what stu will do from there…📞
Micheal Myers:
death. just death. since he’s a lot older than you (probably) he won’t even waste time trying to explain that he’s jealous. he’ll just go and kill them.
you can feel him staring at you under his mask. very creepy. 🔪
Valak:
wow, valak? being jealous? not a change. now, let’s say you were trying to summon another demon. now we’re taking. as i say in all my post he’s very sneaky. which means not only will he banish that demon, he’ll also banish you as well.
have fun in hell with him. forever. 🪞
Art the Clown:
if you expect art to not get jealous you must be mistaken dear. he’s a man child, a big baby. but when he gets mad, he’s mad. he’ll take you and tie you in a chair. then, he peels the victims skin off piece by piece while laughing without a care.
he will later surprise you with a heart …a human heart. 💉
Malthus:
dealing with a demon such as him will not end up good. also considering he’s mostly in the doll then with you. but that doesn’t stop him from seeing you interact with other people for to long.
that doll is everywhere. including that special persons home…🕯️
Ethan Landry:
will pretend everything is okay until it’s just you two alone. “why were you and them so close?” he stares deep into your soul, making you shudder. ethan is a walking mask. on the outside he’s a sweet boy. but on the inside he’s a brutal walking man.
“you stay the fuck away from her!!” as the knife digs deeper in their chest. 📞
Candyman:
he’s more calm actually. he trust you, not them. so as long as it doesn’t go to far, he’s okay with it. now, if it did go to far he’ll step in and take you away from them. he manly watches from afar tho.
“let’s head home.” let’s hope that person isn’t allergic to bees. 🐝
Pennywise (2017):
this clown didn’t understand what was happening at first. why did he feel that way? he had no idea. all he knew was that he didn’t like it, and he knew he had to do something about it. so if that requires him eating that persons chest out then so be it.
“you’re my friend. not theirs.” 🎈
Freddy Krueger:
oh my this man gets jealous so much it’s ridiculous. he’s so insecure about himself so when you find interest in anything other than him for more than 5 minutes he’s all over the place. it’s kinda sad actually.
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, 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
part 2 link
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 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!)
There's something about scrolling through your own blog like ah yes, I remember when I reblogged nothing but This One Hyperfixation (typically some pathetic looking or deeply misunderstood character or a musician I relate too hard to or some movie I watched during my Formative Years)
Authors note-Ima be honest I haven’t watched the show HES In I cannot find it anywhere but I watched clips on TikTok so pls bear with me if this is accurate😭 and pls correct me!
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ANGST-
When he first saw you and saw who you are and what you looked like when he felt his feelings he kinda avoided you a bit
CRIED AND BEGGED to get rid of what he was feeling for you
Prayed to God, Prayed to a higher up PRAYED TO anyththing for forgiveness he thought he was ruined when he started fantasizing about you
Cried to himself whenever he saw you with another
Got angry a lot about what he was feeling for you and took it out of you saying he couldn’t love you like what was needed and how he felt
When he did kiss you for the first time felt so guilty cried to his mom and when she yelled got so sad
Didn’t want to disappoint anyone BECYASE of his position but he loved you and you did back and he knew everyone would be
YEARNS
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FLUFF-
when he finally lets himself give in that man is on you in a instant but In private since he DOSENT want to be caught
Shares his jam with you
Keeps anything you give him
Watches you thru your window..
Thinks you are the prettiest woman he has ever seen like amd says it too
Sits with you watching the clouds or just anything in general but kinda just watches you
Lays in bed with you just to watch you sleep when I say watch I mean watches stares at you the entire time
Says he likes everyone but if you don’t like someone he DOSENT stull treats them with kindness but Keeps his feeings private
