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FORBIDDEN: PART 2 (Valak/Reader/Malthus)

Summary: You made a deal with the demons. Now they make sure you honor your end of it.

Author’s Note: Chapter two is finally here! I hope you enjoy! I forgot to mention this up front but this is going to be a longer fic than what I normally write. I don’t know how many parts/chapters there will be but I am making a full blown story here, not just a collection of oneshots.

Warnings/tags: no physical description of reader, no use of y/n, demonic infestation, lack of privacy, demonic possession, telepathic communication, reader is low on energy because of the demons, you get hit on by a creep, murder via demons (nothing is graphic…yet), rewards for doing bad things, not beta read (if you see any typos I missed don’t hesitate to point them out so I can fix them)

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It had been a week since the ritual and you were beginning to regret every decision you had made that night. Maybe you should’ve let them take your soul. It would’ve been a hell of a lot easier than the two entities becoming your glorified uninvited house guests.

Even though you couldn’t see them most of the time you knew they were still there. Still lurking, still feeding off of you until you held up your end of the bargain.

The wretched bargain.

It was impossible not to think of the implications of what you had hastily agreed to do. It was not lost on you that someone would have to die to appease them. The thought alone made bile swirl in your stomach, daring to come up as you rushed to the bathroom. You had hoped it was all a bad dream, that the demons would disappear along with your promise to help them. But it was real. It was all real.

“Poor little lamb. Sick and oh so scared. I can make it better.” A voice rang out as you washed your hands in the sink. Your body lurched as you looked up. In the reflection of the mirror stood Valak who peered back at you, a slight grimace forming on his face. You turned your head to your side but the demon wasn’t there, at least not physically

“You scared the shit out of me,” you mumbled as you dried your hands.

“Good. Now listen up, lamb. We’ve waited long enough. It’s time for you to do what you promised or you’ll be dead by the end of the week. And that wouldn’t be fun for either of us,” the demon said.

In the lighting of the bathroom, you get a good look at him for the first time since the ritual. The demon, for some reason unbeknownst to you, is in the form of an older woman. A nun to be more specific. His face is feminine and his body is tall and slender. The skin of the demon is stark white except around the eyes and lips which are black in contrast. Under different circumstances, you might’ve called Valak’s disguise pretty if he weren’t a demon that wanted to consume your very life force.

“I’m not killing anyone,” you said.

Valak makes a faux pout before grinning, revealing his sharp teeth.

“It’s so cute that you think you have a say in any of this. But for the sake of my own self-preservation…I’ll allow your hands to stay clean. But you will provide,” said the demon.

“And how do you expect me to do that exactly?”

“I’m not doing everything for you. Figure it out.” And with that, the demon disappears from your sight. But you know he’s not truly gone. He’s watching. Waiting.

The ball was back in your court although you were unsure of how to proceed. It wasn’t like you could walk up to someone and say, “Hey, two demons tried to kill me but I promised to get them souls so they won’t feed off of mine. Would you like to come to my house and be a sacrifice?”

No, you had to be subtle about this. You needed to find someone who was too trusting, gullible even. All you had to do was lure them to your house and…

You didn’t want to think about it. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed and hope that life would go back to normal. You knew that wouldn’t happen though. No amount of sleep or ignoring the situation would make it go away. It was going to be a long week. And by the end of it, someone would be dead.

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The next morning as you stir awake you can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching over you. Sure enough, when you opened your eyes a dark figure stared down at you.

It was Malthus.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you mumbled.

He was perched on your bed like some type of bird in a tree, feet sinking into your mattress right beside your head. A deep chuckle came from the horned demon as he looked down at you.

“Why are you in here?” you questioned as you rubbed your eyes with a yawn.

“Watching you sleep has become a favorite pastime of mine,” the demon clicks his tongue as he looks you over, “it’s the only time you seem to be truly scared of us. Sleep makes you vulnerable.”

A frown forms across your face at his words before you get out of your bed, putting distance between you and the demon.

He was right. Your nightmares about the demons seemed to be more terrifying to you than the actual reality of living with them. Something about them was just alluring enough that you weren’t completely horrified every passing second even though you probably should’ve been.

“How do you know what I dream about?” you asked as you went through the drawer of your wardrobe.

“Who do you think gives you those dreams? Or shall I say nightmares? An old trick that not many of us are good at.” Malthus lies on your bed, right in the spot you slept. He chuckles again once he sees the concern plastered across it.

“Of course, you’re the reason why I haven’t had a decent night's sleep in a month. Should’ve been obvious,” you mumbled to yourself as you set your clothes on the edge of your bed.

It made you wonder just how much of your life the demons had messed with and how long you had written it off before you realized they were behind your ever-growing stress.

“Don’t look so upset. It’ll all stop once you play your part. Well…not all of it,” the demon said. Malthus had turned his head to watch you as you walked throughout your room. You did your best to ignore the presence as you prepared yourself for the day.

“I’ll leave you to your mundane routine. Do hurry. We have work to do,” Malthus said as he rolled off your bed.

“We?”

“I’m coming with you. Now get moving.”

Before you could even open your mouth to question him he exited the room, closing the door behind him. You hastily got ready, not wanting to test the demons’ patience more than you already had. When you were finished you found Malthus leaning against your front door.

“I know you said you’re going with me but you do realize I can’t just walk around with a demon…right? Not while you look like that,” you said. You looked him up and down, eyeing over his frame. Unlike Valak, Malthus never wore clothes. He was always in what you assumed to be his true form and he was always nude, or at least mostly nude. He didn’t seem to have any obvious genitalia from what you could tell.

The demon's body was lined with ridges and bone growths. Some were pointed out into small spikes littered across his shoulders and forearms while others formed into grooves along the body. One of them lined down the front of his chest and somewhat resembled the top of a spinal column.

He lumbered over you as he crossed his arms, horns adding extra height to the already intimidating figure.

“I’m aware,” the demon said. His clawed hand reached for your shoulder, gripping at the flesh a little too hard. “That’s why I have you.”

“What do you mean?” you questioned.

“You’ll see. But you need to be good for me and relax,” Malthus said.

“Okay? I’ll try my best but-“

“Take a deep breath. This is going to hurt.”

“Wait, what?”

Your question went unanswered. Before you could properly prepare yourself you were blindsided. Your vision clouded before turning black and you felt your body go limp, falling to the floor of your living room. A searing pain washed over you, filling your innards and making your stomach twist in knots. You screamed and writhed until the pain ceased, ending almost as quickly as it had started. Your vision slowly came back to you as you lay on the ground, panting from the pain you had experienced.

“You took it better than I expected,” a voice said in your mind.

“What the fuck?” you said as you slowly sat up. Your body started to move seemingly independently, yanking itself up like you were a marionette attached to strings.

“You’re pliable. I like that,” Malthus said.

He was in your head, in your body. You gritted your teeth as you rolled your shoulders. You could feel him squirming around in you and it filled you with unease. You were possessed.

“Don’t worry. I won’t use you to do anything out of the ordinary. I’m just a passenger along for the ride,” he said.

“Thank you…I guess,” you said.

“You’re welcome. Now let’s go,” he said.

A pit formed in your stomach as you walked out the door. You were still you but there was an undeniable feeling of Malthus’s presence. You weren’t being controlled, not yet at least, but it felt strangely like you were being used as a glove. A skin suit for a demon. His presence crawled through your veins and tickled your brain. Your limbs twitched and shook ever so slightly as you climbed into the driver's seat of your car.

You were faced with a true dilemma. Where does one go to find a soul for a demon to take? It’s not like it was something taught in schools.

“Overthinking,” the demon's voice whispered in your mind.

“Sorry for not being thrilled about becoming an accomplice to murder. What you’re asking me to do is insane,” you said.

“Would you rather die?”

“Please, if you wanted me dead you would’ve done it months ago,” you mumbled, slowly pulling out of your driveway as you spoke.

You could hear a huff in your mind that wasn’t your own. Malthus didn’t argue which only confused you more. There was obviously some truth to your accusation but the reason they hadn’t killed you right away eluded you. Maybe the prospect of you providing them what they needed was enough to keep them at bay, or at least that’s what you assumed.

“Stop here.”

Malthus made you bring the car to a stop in front of your local public library. You did as he said, parking in one of the few spots left.

“The library? Why the library?”

“Call it a gut feeling,” Malthus said.

You adjusted your coat as you stepped away from your car, slowly making your way to the entrance of the building. It was the weekend and more people seemed to be passing through the building compared to the usual foot traffic.

There were students from the nearby university who were filling the seats at the tables as they studied for upcoming finals, some people were filling out job applications while others wrote out their thesis papers on the computers. Parents guided their children through kids' books while librarians helped individuals find books on various topics. Some people hurried in and out to drop off late library books while some languidly scoured through the rows of books.

“I’m surprised you found information on summoning us here. Humans and their morbid curiosity…” Malthus mumbled in your head. You ignored him as you slowly walked through the library, pretending to scan over the books.

The further you walked the more you heard the sound of shushed chuckling. When you rounded the corner of the bookshelves you saw a group sitting at one of the many tables. Textbooks and snacks littered the table in front. When you got closer you quickly realized that one of the individuals was a coworker.

“James?” you questioned, taking a step closer.

“Oh, hey! I was just thinking about you. Are you feeling better? I know you haven’t been doing so well,” he said, getting up from the table to give you a quick hug.

“I’m…fine. I didn’t expect to run into you here,” you said.

“Studying for exams,” James said, gesturing to the table.

“I almost forgot you went back to finish getting your degree. Microbiology, right?”

“Yep, that’s it. It’s fucking grueling but hopefully it pays off in the long run,” he said.

“I still don’t get why you want to work with mold and shit for the rest of your life,” one of the guys at the table chimed in.

“Because I like it. Shut up,” James said.

“Gonna introduce me to your friend?” the guy said, looking at you from across the table.

“Do you have to hit on everyone you come across?” the girl beside him groaned.

“I’m just being friendly,” he said.

James quickly introduced you and then turned to the table, doing the same for each person at the table.

“And that’s Alex. Feel free to ignore him,” James said, pointing at the guy who had spoken before.

“Or don’t,” Alex said, a grin forming across his face. James sighed as he turned his attention back to you.

“It was good to see you. I’ll leave you to it,” you said.

“It’s good to see you too. Take care of yourself, okay. I’ll see you at work on Monday,” he said.

You walked past the table, trekking further into the shelves. When you were far enough away, Malthus spoke in your mind.

“I want him.”

“Who? James? No, absolutely not—“

“The other one. The imbecile,” he said.

“I’m not killing one of Jame’s friends. Forget it.”

“You wouldn’t be killing anyone. You’re bait,” the demon said.

“That’s not what it feels like. I’ll have blood on my hands—“

“Lost in thought?” a voice interrupted your inner dialogue with Malthus. You turned your head to see Alex, arms crossed and a smirk plastered across his face as he leaned against a shelf.

“Umm, yeah. I guess you could say that,” you mumbled.

“So you’re James’s little work buddy. He never mentioned that you were so cute,” Alex said, stepping closer as he spoke.

“Oh. I…umm…”

“Say, do you want to hang out? Maybe get a drink with me tonight?” Alex questioned.

“Say yes,” Malthus interjected in your mind.

“Unless you want to skip drinks altogether. Maybe have some fun,” he said.

His advances were not lost on you or Malthus. The demon inside you could feel your growing unease at the sudden not so not-so-subtle flirting, if it could even be called that.

“Let me have him,” Malthus whispered, voice crawling through your brain. You looked Alex up and down, quickly weighing your options.

“Sure, why not?” you said.

“Good. I look forward to it,” he said.

You quickly exchanged information with him and he sauntered away, seemingly proud of himself.

“I’m going to regret that,” you mumbled as you exited the building.

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Around eight o’clock there was a knock on your door. When you opened it Alex stood in your door frame with a nonchalant expression.

“You look nice,” he said as he walked into your living room.

You had gotten dressed up a bit after you had arrived home and after you had to argue with Malthus to get out of your body, something he did eventually but complained about all the way out. It was as painful as when he possessed you and had left you feeling more drained than before but you tried your best to act high-spirited.

You didn’t have a plan or any guidance for what to do next. Malthus and Valak had a knack for disappearing whenever you wanted to ask a question. So improving was all you could do.

“Have a seat. I know we’re not going for drinks but I don’t see the harm in having one here,” you said, gesturing towards the couch.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Alex said.

He sat down and you sat beside him, keeping some distance as you poured him a drink. You poured yourself one as well. There was no way in hell you were witnessing what was to come sober.

“I’m surprised you actually said yes to this. Considering the fact that we just met,” he said, taking a sip of his drink.

You shrugged.

“I surprised myself. But I haven’t been really social as of late so I figured I needed it,” you said.

It wasn’t a complete lie. Since the demons took over you had slowly distanced yourself from your friends and family. You hadn’t even noticed it at first until they started randomly checking in, concerned about your absence.

“Why is that? You’re too cute not to be social,” Alex said, scooting a bit closer to you. His words were dipped in honey. It wasn’t becoming increasingly obvious that he only had one thing on his mind.

“It’s complicated,” you said.

There was a creaking sound in the distance, as if someone had stepped on a loose floorboard. Both you and Alex looked towards the hallway where the sound came from.

“Is someone here?” Alex asked you.

“No, I live alone,” you said, “The houses in this neighborhood are old though. They make all kinds of sounds.”

“Hmm,” Alex shrugged it off as he took another swig of his drink. You did the same, finishing your drink quickly. Alex moved closer to you once again. His leg brushed against yours as he leaned in closer to you.

“Since you live alone I assume that means no one’s going to interrupt us,” Alex said.

“No one should,” you said, leaning a bit further away. Unfortunately, Alex just moved in to close the gap.

“Good. Because I want to hear how loud you get when nobody can—“ Alex’s words halted. His lips moved slightly, trying to finish his sentence to no avail.

“Alex?” you asked. Genuine concern rushed through you as you watched the man’s jaw go slack.

“Nobody can…nobody…” Alex slurred.

The irises of his eyes clouded over before his whole body slumped over, falling into your lap. You tapped on his shoulder but there was no response. For a moment you contemplated pushing him off but you hesitated when you felt his leg twitch.

“Nobody can hear you,” a voice came from Alex. It wasn’t his own, it was Malthus.

“Disgusting,” Malthus’s voice said through Alex as he rose off your lap. He smacked his lips, seemingly tasting the inside of Alex’s mouth. The smell of sulfur hit your nose as Valak appeared, leaning in the hallway entrance as he looked on.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. We’re sharing,” Valak said.

“We seem to do a lot of that lately,” Malthus said, turning Alex’s head to look at you.

“That’s it? I thought it was going to be worse than that,” you questioned.

“It is worse than this. We’ve only gotten started,” Valak smiled.

“It gets better. So much better. But you…you’re not ready to see that,” Malthus said. He gripped your jaw, turning your head to the side. “Maybe one day…”

“Stop it,” Valak hissed towards the other demon.

“Fine. Thank you for this,” Malthus said, running his hands over Alex’s chest.

You didn’t say anything, just watched as Malthus disappeared with Alex’s possessed body. Valak lingered, staring at you from the shadows of the hallway. His eyes pierced through the darkness at you as he watched you sink back into the couch.

“See? It’s not as hard as you thought it would be. It’ll be easier next time,” he said.

Next time. You had nearly forgotten that this wasn’t a “one and done” deal. The feeling of dread washed over you as you closed your eyes. You didn’t want to look at the demon before you. You wished you could vanish then and there and get away from the mess that your life was becoming. You had just gotten a man killed. And if the demons had any say in things, which they did, you were going to have to do it again.

“You did well, lamb. Enjoy your reward.”

“Reward?”

Valak was gone when you opened your eyes.

When you went to bed that night your reward became apparent. For the first time in months, you had slept through the entire night. No nightmares, no weird dreams, no demons hovering over you the next morning. For the first time in a long time, you were refreshed, you were energized, you were…happy.

[getmeoutofhell]

dating valak and malthus

dating 2 demons?? you’re asking for a curse aren’t you? me personally, i’m surprised you’re not dead and in hell for eternity. valak came to you first, stalking you before you finally see him. malthus came after, in the doll of course. be prepared for the not well hidden jealousy, terrible attempts to get your attention, and much more.

let’s start with 𝒱𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓀.

valak is a very scary, manipulative, demon. he always gets what he wants, when he wants. when he sees you, he finds a liking to you. which means he has to stock, torment, and scare you until he’s pleased. i believe that you reader, are a very strong person to put up with his bs. when he finally reveals him in his nun form, you weren’t as scared as he wanted you to be. i mean yeah, your heartbeat was racing but the fear is your veins wasn’t high enough to his liking.

he didn’t understand, how come you weren’t scared? he walks twords you, you feel the heat radiating from his body. from that moment on, he starts liking you. he likes how you act like you don’t fear him. he will try to break you. he doesn’t like your friends/family. very very possessive.

moving on to ℳ𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓈.

now malthus is a little different from valak. not a lot tho, but just enough for you to notice. he takes his time, getting to see how you act. he’s not the best with hiding tho, considering the fact that the doll is everywhere in your view. but i mean i suppose he tries. seeing malthus for the first time actually scared you. his true form was frightening. but the same with valak, you got used to it pretty quickly.

he’s more on the charming side, which means he won’t scare you as much as valak would, instead he’ll try more on manipulating you. show you stuff that isn’t there and so on.

poly relationship

both of them fighting over you is more common than you’d think. they want you to think they’re the scariest and best demons. id certainly think that valak would try to fight/banish malthus back to hell. but you’d stop him before it’s to late. the way they fight is way different than how humans do. as stated before, they will manipulate, and deceive you. which means, they will show you stuff that isn’t really there. something beautiful and unique.

they use your home to hide out in, even in their true form. sometimes your favorite flowers will be in odd places for you. that may seem sweet until you get closer to the flowers, and you realize that they’re dead.

if you even attempt to show more ‘attention’ to one than the other, oh my you’re in for a treat. you’ll hear loud growls and groans in the distance. at first it scared you to be honest. you don’t know why they did that, but later you found out. with further investigation you noticed that they weren’t growls or groans. they were whines….which was weird. i mean, demons that scary shouldn’t show affection. right?

their way of affection is um…different. valaks way of showing any emotion is by drawing his long, thin, and black fingers across your body. you may think his fingers would be hot against you, but no, they’re stone cold to the touch. malthus would just prefer to stay in the doll. he doesn’t like coming out much, even if you try to convince him.

you do hear a ton of banging around the house. you assume it’s them two fighting with each other. “enough! i’m trying to sleep!!” the noice then stops.

[rdmasevi]

"The Bride of St. Carta"

Title: “The Bride of St. Carta”: The Conjuring Saga fanfiction

Pairing: Valak ( the Nun ) x Reader Female

Genre: Dark Romance | Horror

Warnings: Arranged marriage, Mentions of abuse and family violence, Blood (minor injury), Psychological manipulation.

Summary: A young bride flees her arranged marriage on her wedding day, pursued by her furious family and fiancé. With nowhere else to turn, she crosses into forbidden ground—the ruined abbey said to be haunted by a demon nun. Trapped between her family’s cruelty and the abbey’s darkness, she discovers that salvation may come not from God, but from the demon who claims her.

The lace dug into your skin. The corset was too tight. You could barely breathe beneath the weight of silk and expectation.

"A dutiful daughter does not argue."

"You will marry him, for the family’s honor."

"He is wealthy. You should be grateful."

The words of your father echoed in your skull as you sat before the cracked mirror, lips painted red, hair coiled like a crown. You were seventeen—eighteen by the week’s end—and they were binding you to a man twice your age, his smile yellowed, his hands already lingering too long on your wrist during the engagement feast.

You had not cried when your mother cinched your gown. You had not screamed when the priest blessed the union. But now, standing at the threshold of the chapel, your hands cold in your fiancé’s grip, something inside you snapped.

Your feet moved before your mind did. A gasp rose among the guests as lace and satin swept the floor. You tore yourself free, the veil snagging on wood, the priest shouting your name.

“Come back here!” your father’s voice roared.

But you were already running.

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The forest swallowed you whole, the hem of your gown ripping on brambles. The night air was wet with fog, heavy with silence. Somewhere behind you—footsteps, male voices cursing, branches snapping.

Your lungs burned. You stumbled, palms scraping against damp earth, until you saw them: the crosses.

The ones every child in the village whispered about. Dozens of them, jutting from the ground like skeletal fingers, each turned at an odd angle. Guardians, they said. Boundaries.

Beyond them—the abbey.

Your pulse spiked. The ruined monastery loomed in the dark, its windows like hollow eyes, its spires broken, leaning against the sky. Every story you had ever heard about the demon inside screamed at you to turn back.

But behind you came another voice.

“There!” It was your fiancé, breathless with rage. “Ungrateful little whore! You think you can shame me? You think you can shame your family?”

The sound of pursuit drew closer, too close. His shadow stretched across the trees.

You staggered forward, slamming into one of the tilted crosses. Splinters tore into your palm. Blood welled. You hissed in pain—yet the sting was grounding.

And then, when you lifted your eyes, you saw her.

Through the cracked glass of a chapel window, a figure stood watching. The white veil, the black habit. A face pale as bone, lips curled into something like a smile, eyes burning yellow in the dark.

The Nun. The Defiler. The Demon.

Your body froze, terror rooting you in place.

“Please…” you whispered, though you weren’t sure if you were begging God, or her.

Your fiancé’s voice was behind you now, the snapping of twigs only feet away. His fury was a living thing, ready to strike.

You looked back once more at the abbey window. The figure had vanished.

No time to think. No time to fear.

You made your choice.

You ran.

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The air inside the abbey was cold, colder than death. Candles guttered though no one lit them. Shadows clung to the stone walls like ink.

Your heart pounded so loudly you almost didn’t hear it—the sound of the great wooden doors slamming shut behind you.

You whirled. Your fiancé had been only steps behind, his hand outstretched, his face twisted in fury. But now—the doors were sealed, as if no mortal strength could pry them open.

“Wh-what is this?!” you heard him cry from the other side. Fists pounded against the wood. “Open it, you wretched girl! OPEN IT!”

You backed away, gown dragging across the dusty floor.

The silence pressed in again. Heavy. Expectant.

And then—she appeared.

Not from the doors. Not from the shadows. But from everywhere at once. A ripple in the air, a shift in the dark. One blink, and she was there: the nun, her veil trailing like smoke, her eyes fixed on you with unnatural intensity.

Your knees buckled.

“I—” your throat was raw. “I didn’t mean—”

A clawed finger pressed against your lips, cold as iron.

“Hush.”

Her voice was not a voice. It was a chorus—mocking, seductive, endless. It crawled beneath your skin.

Tears pricked your eyes. “You’ll kill me.”

Her lips curved, close enough to feel her breath brush your cheek.

“If I wished to kill you, little lamb, you would already be ash on the wind.” Her hand slipped to your jaw, tilting your face upward. “No. You are different. I smelled it on you the moment you bled on the cross. Defiance. Desire.”

You trembled beneath her touch, but you didn’t pull away. Couldn’t.

“I—I only came because I had no choice.”

“There is always a choice.” Her grin widened, sharp teeth glinting. “And you chose me. Instead of him. Instead of them. You ran to me.”

The pounding on the abbey doors grew frantic. Your fiancé screamed threats, your father’s voice rising in fury.

But here, in the shadows, the nun only leaned closer.

“They would have broken you,” she whispered. “Bent you into obedience. I…” Her hand lingered against your throat, the claws just grazing your pulse. “…will make you mine instead.”

A shiver of terror. A spark of relief.

And for the first time in your life, you weren’t sure if you had been damned—or saved.

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[fictionworlds]

The conjuring scenario

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 💕)

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i know she's occupying her time while waiting for someone to stumble upon her lurking in halls and corridors

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the long awaited slasher headcanons PART 2

also creds to @thecreepersshadow for the jeepers headcanons,,,,hope u enjoy these

EDIT I JUST NOTICED I WROTE CREPPERS 😭😭😭😭 HELPP ignore that pls......