#the conjuring fic

[sweeter-also-than-honey]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

finally, i have gotten some new fic up! if you're looking for some mama lorraine + sweet judy fluff/hurt/comfort sickfic on this sunday eve (or whatever time/day it is in your neck of the woods) <3 enjoy !!

[rdmasevi]

I adore your writing! Can you do one where the reader is scared of storms?

“Sheltered by the Storm”

AC: Hey! Thank you so much❤️ I hope you’ll love this one☺️

Warnings: fear of storms, anxiety, emotional distress.

The storm had rolled in without warning. First, just a whisper of wind outside the Warren home, then the deep growl of thunder that rattled the windows, followed by the sudden, startling crack of lightning.

You were curled up on the couch, blanket clutched tightly around your shoulders, every rumble tightening your chest. You hated storms—always had. Something about their violence, their unpredictability, felt too close to the things you and the Warrens spent so much time facing: forces you couldn’t control, shadows that hid things you didn’t want to see.

Lorraine noticed first, as she always did. Her gentle hand brushed over your knee, grounding you with the lightest touch. Her soft voice, calm even against the roar outside, carried that soothing cadence she always used after waking from a vision.

“You’re trembling, sweetheart.” She tilted her head, studying you with those knowing eyes that seemed to see through to the heart of you. “It’s just the storm.”

You forced a shaky laugh. “That’s the problem.”

Another crack of thunder had you flinching hard, shoulders curling inward. Lorraine’s expression softened, and without hesitation she shifted closer, sliding her arm around you. She smelled faintly of lavender and something old, familiar—like books and candle smoke.

A moment later, Ed’s heavier footsteps approached. He carried two mugs of cocoa, set them down, and crouched in front of you with that warm, reassuring steadiness only he had. His big hand covered yours where it clutched the blanket.

“Storms can be scary,” he admitted with a half-smile, “but they can’t hurt you in here. Not with us.”

His confidence wasn’t the kind that dismissed your fear—it wrapped around you like armor. Ed always carried that aura, the same one he wore in haunted houses when he told families they weren’t alone.

The thunder boomed again, louder this time, and you squeezed your eyes shut. Before panic could take root, you felt two anchors: Lorraine’s arm tightening around your shoulders, and Ed’s hand coming up to cradle the side of your face.

“Hey, look at me,” Ed said gently. His brown eyes caught yours, steady and unwavering. “You’ve faced demons, actual demons, with us. A storm’s got nothing on you.”

Lorraine pressed her lips to your temple. “And if it does frighten you,” she whispered, “then we’ll hold you until it passes. There’s no shame in fear.”

You exhaled slowly, trembling less now, leaning into both of them. The storm outside cracked and roared again, but it felt distant, muted against the shelter they offered you. Lorraine’s hand rubbed soothing circles over your back, while Ed sat beside you, his arm draped firmly across your shoulders. Between them, you were caged in warmth, safety, and love.

The storm raged for hours, but in that cocoon of soft touches, quiet words, and steady breathing, you found yourself drifting. When lightning flashed against the curtains, Lorraine distracted you with stories of how she used to watch storms as a child, counting the seconds between flash and thunder. When the thunder cracked too loud, Ed’s rumbling chuckle broke the tension: “If that’s the best it can do, I’m not impressed.”

Eventually, the storm softened, its anger spent. You hardly noticed. Sleep had claimed you, nestled between them, their presence stronger than any fear the storm could conjure.

And somewhere, in the dim quiet of the Warren home, you knew: there were horrors in the world, storms both natural and supernatural, but with Ed and Lorraine, you would never face them alone.

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[sweeter-also-than-honey]

come get some lored angst 💫

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[sweeter-also-than-honey]

i need more folks writing conjuring fic please guys. every day i go back to the tag and see my most recent fic still at the top and there arises a slight pang in my heart

[sweeter-also-than-honey]

wrote some fluff 🤲🏻

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

a little bitty bit of tender lored

[sweeter-also-than-honey]

have some lored fic 🤲🏻💗💫

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[sweeter-also-than-honey]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

here’s some christmas lored fic i wrote for y’all! spice warning (but very Warm and Tender i promise)

[rowenasamuel]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

i wanted to try my hand at a hurt/comfort look at ed and lorraine after those eight days lorraine locked herself away after maurice's exorcism, so have...this <3