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Teachers Pet

So, entering into a new fandom with this piece. It's gonna be a mini-series..maybe...honestly who knows. This is set in the Conjuring Universe with some tweaks, and the tweaks being that more then just ghosts and demonic entities exist, think of it as a bit of a Supernatural crossover without the characters. It will be a Ed/Lorraine/femreader fic, it's bit of instant love. Femreader is a hunter, and has some physic abilities that they use to assist when hunting supernatural creatures.

Warnings: Sexual undertones and heavy making out, brief mention of cheating - but not the three members of the throuple.

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Chapter Two

The Teachers

You could hear some of the audience whispering around you, the scepticism in their words and tones had you rolling your eyes. If they didn’t believe in the spiritual or demonic why even come to this lecture. The Warrens were well known for being experts in the subjects and had been involved in many cases around the country. You had kept an eye on their work as often as you could, reading every article and watching every news or talk show episode with them on it. But you had never seen them in person and you were beyond excited.

You watched the two of them walk onto the stage and your breathe caught. Your heart raced and you could hear your blood pumping in your ears. They were even more stunning in person, and Lorraine, you could almost feel something surrounding her. You had always been attune to others auras and to spirits. You weren’t a clairvoyant like Lorraine, you had no visions and when you touched things you never felt the emotions connected to the item or saw what happened moments before. But you were something.

You tried to pay attention to what the two of them were saying but you found yourself focusing more on their lips moving, their body language and how they interacted with each other more than the content of the lecture. You were currently busy staring at Ed, thinking you were covered as just another face in the crowd but the next moment Ed’s eyes seemed to find yours. Your eyes stayed locked together, as Lorraine took over talking. You felt your cheeks start to heat, as Ed continued to look at you, his lips slowly changing from the smile he had had the majority of the lecture to a relaxed smirk. Lorraine walked up beside him, her eyes following his line of sight and caught your eyes as well. Just like her husband she maintained eye contact, her smile becoming soft and gentle as her eyes seemed to penetrate right through you. That’s when you finally broke eye contact looking down at your lap as your face flushed deeply. Your fingers fiddling with the rings you were wearing.

You forced your eyes to stay on your lap the rest of the lecture and even through the question segment. You didn’t want to get caught staring at the married couple again. Everyone started shuffling out of the lecture hall, talking amongst themselves, you allowed yourself a moment before standing to trail along behind the others. You refused to look back at Ed and Lorraine as you left the room, breathing normally for the first time since they had stepped onto the stage. There was no way to explain or describe the feeling that those two produced in you, it was like they became the centre of your world. The thing that allowed you to feel others, was drawn to them, it was the strongest it had ever been. Which was why you could feel that they were walking towards you and they were almost out of the classroom, part of you wanted to push through the other people and get out of the building but your instincts raged against that thought, making your head hurt. The normal sign that you were choosing the wrong option, so instead you slowed your steps allowing the crowd to wash past you ensuring that you were practically the only ones in the hallway when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. Your body shivered at the feeling, as a shock radiated from where her hand had touched.

“Hello,” Lorraine smiled at you, you pouted a little when you noticed that you were shorter than her. Ed and Lorraine shared a look, a heat in their eyes as they took in your lips pushing forward before you quickly forced a calm look over your face.

“Hi,” you said eyes shifting between the two quickly, unsure who to focus on and not wanting to stare at either of them for too long. The pain in your head had disappeared, and in replace of it was a feeling of light, like you were flying almost.

“We noticed you in the lecture, you seemed very interested but we noticed you didn’t have any questions,” Ed said, an eyebrow raised. You couldn’t quite determine the tone of his voice, but it was nothing like the one he used in the lecture.

“Oh, um,” you had never told anyone before that you had had experiences with spirits, the demonic and other creatures of the supernatural. Learning how to deal with them, and help others but you had stayed under the radar not wanting to gain the attention of the Church.

“It’s alright,” Lorraine smiled her hand squeezing your arm, it was odd, normally you didn’t like people touching you but the feel on Lorraine’s hand on your arm calmed you, and that was something you didn’t like. Her eyes were kind and gentle but still had the feeling of seeing right through to your soul. “You can tell us. I feel a similarity between us, don’t you?”

You sighed rubbing the back of your neck, knowing that Lorraine could sense the thing that made you different, just as you could sense it in her. The sound of voices drew your attention to the hallway over the shoulder of the demonologists and you clamped up, drawing further into yourself.

“Perhaps not here,” Ed suggested. “We could grab some coffees and go to the park that isn’t far from here?”

You bit your lip as you considered your options, the light flying feeling you had got stronger when you thought about going with them and the pain in your head returned when you thought about denying the suggestion. You winced reaching up to rub your forehead and quickly brought your thoughts back to going with them.

“Alright,” you nodded ignoring them sharing a look of concern at your wince.

The three of you were walking through the park, aiming for a table on the far side that was away from everyone else that was in the park. You were walking in the middle, having tried to be on the outside but Ed had swiftly moved to your other side the moment that you had left the university and all the way to the coffee shop and to the park. You had also tried to pay for your own drink but again Ed had moved swiftly and ordered his and Lorraine’s drink and paid for all of them before you could pull out the money for your drink. They had made small talk during the walk but you had found it difficult to speak to them, the pressure of what you had to tell them was too much. But you hadn’t felt any pain in your head so you figured you were still doing the right thing.

You sat on one side of the table and Ed and Lorraine sat on the other side, both of them placing their forearms on the table and leaning forward. Not necessarily in your space but definitely letting you know that they were paying attention to you.

“So, I didn’t asks questions because I already knew a lot of what you were talking about,” you explained with no prompting you didn’t want to give yourself a chance to back out, you had in the past ignored the pain in your head and it eventually disappeared but it honestly wasn’t worth it. You knew these two wouldn’t call you crazy but it was still worrisome. Especially if they decided to go to the Church. But there is no way your instincts would tell you to go with them if doing so would endanger you.

“Have you had experience with spiritual beings?” Lorraine asked tilting her head to the side a little.

“Yes,” you nodded. “I…feel things, not quite like you, Lorraine, and I have…dealt with beings that have been causing havoc with people. I know the Church frowns upon such things but why should people have to continue to suffer if I can help.”

“That can be very dangerous,” Ed started, his brow furrowed. You felt a flare of anger but also something different at his words. Anger that he felt the need to tell you that what you were doing was dangerous, it was almost condescending. And another part of you, hummed. Happy that someone was concerned for you, it had been a long time since anyone had thought about you enough to be worried.

“I am well aware however, it is far safer for a person like me to do it then you,” you pointed out defensively. “You do not have…let’s say extra senses. I do. Plus my instincts have never let me down, they have a way of telling me if I am making the wrong decision.”

“She does have a point, Ed,” Lorraine laughed, poking her husband in the arm grinning cheekily at him when he looked at her. He rolled his eyes before planting a kiss on her cheek. Your body warmed at the smile on her face when she looked back at you and winked. “How does it work?”

“Well, when I choose the correct option I get this light, almost flying feeling,” you had never had to explain that feeling to anyone before so do so now it was difficult. “And when I even so much as think about the wrong option I get a pain in my head, and it stays until I change my mind. Sometimes when I decide to ignore it the pain can last for several days.”

“So coming with us was the correct choice?” Ed asked, his eyebrow raised again and a teasing glint in his eyes. His lips were quirked into the same little smirk he had when he had caught your eyes in the lecture.

“How do you know I didn’t just decide to ignore the pain?” raising your eyebrow you found your own lips quirking up into a teasing grin.

“You looked in pain until you agreed to come with us,” Ed responded, his eyes dropping to your lips for a split second before he sent a look to Lorraine who seemed to soften even more. The humming in your body slowed to a softer hum from what it had been, the light feeling that normally only stays in your body for a few minutes after you follow through on the correct option had stayed, burning brighter than normal and slowly moving out from the centre of your body.

“I guess you have me there,” you muttered pouting again, you caught Lorraine’s eyes dropping to your lips this time.

“What else do you feel? You said it wasn’t quite like my feelings,” Lorraine inched her hands towards yours that were resting on the table but you moved back. That connection was not something you wanted, you knew Lorraine would be able to sense something and you didn’t want to know if that was a good thing or not.

“Yes, I don’t have visions or feel emotions that are connected to items or memories,” you shrugged. “But I am attuned to peoples auras, which is helpful when people are being targeted by the demonic or spirits. And I tend to be able to sense even the smallest presence of the supernatural creatures.”

“That would be incredibly helpful,” Ed nodded.

“It is, and I can’t explain how but it tends to help me deal with them as well,” you continued. “I have created ways in which to handle the supernatural creatures.”

“You keep saying supernatural creatures?” Lorraine asked, confusion clear as day on her face.

“You believe in spirits and the demonic, surely it can’t be too much of a stretch to think that other creatures of myth exist?” you teased them both.

“We have never encountered them,” Ed stated, a hint of the tone he used to lecture entering his tone.

“And yet they still exist, you do tend to only take on cases that the Church asks you too, and they only hear about possessions, and demonic,” you rolled her eyes. “And I also hate to break it to you but demons are capable of a lot more than what you realise.”

“And you exorcism them?” Lorraine appeared to be getting more and more concerned.

“If I can,” you nod. “There are ways to trap them and limit their power. You know, I am not the only one who is out there helping those that the Church ignores.”

“The Church-” Ed’s tone had become as defensive as yours had been moments before.

“Only takes on cases that they are able to get proof on, and only look at potential hauntings or demonic presences,” you interrupted leaning forward getting passionate. “And they don’t even consider looking at anything else. I have helped people who have gone to the Church and been turned away, no-one even went to look. And don’t even get me started on the fact that they are less likely to help those who haven’t been baptised or don’t go to church.”

Lorraine was studying your face, you knew that she was most likely sensing something. Another clairvoyant you had met once mentioned that when you feel any emotion with an intensity, this presence tends to appear alongside yours. You were cautious when you asked them what it felt like. They had said that it was different, almost like nothing they had sensed before, it wasn’t dark or malicious but in the same breathe it wasn’t light either. It was there but they mentioned feeling a strong sense of protectiveness from the presence.

“Don’t worry about that,” you waved your hand at her.

“Worry about what?” Ed asked looking between the two of you.

“She has a presence,” Lorraine’s voice was distant as she was still focusing on you and whatever the presence was.

“And before you even suggest it I am not possessed or being tormented by a demonic spirit,” you drawled tone blank. “A clairvoyant I met a few years ago sensed the same thing you are when I got angry. They said it was neither malicious or light, it merely protective of me and just there, and they weren’t worried and neither am I.”

Ed closed his mouth, a huff of amusement leaving him as you correctly predicted what his next concern would be. He looked to his wife for confirmation, and saw that she wasn’t worried more curious than anything. His eyes switched back to you and scanned the part of your body that he could see. You were a very attractive young woman, maybe around ten years younger than Lorraine and nearly twelve years younger than him. He knew Lorraine thought the same if the way she was with you was any indication but he knew his wife and he knew she was draw to you and not just for the fact that you had similar abilities. For he was drawn to you as well.

“Alright I will concede the point I wanted to make about the Church,” Ed turned the conversation back to the point before it had been sidetracked. “Other than your gifts how do you know how to deal with these supernatural creatures?”

“From others, there are a number of, they call themselves hunters, that had gathered information from trial and error I suppose and they pass it on,” you explained. “Some keep journals to pass on when they decide to “retire” and whenever we meet each other we give ways to communicate.”

“How do others not know of these things?” Lorraine had finally refocused on the conversation and not on the presence inside as it had disappeared once your passion and anger had simmered down.

“We don’t allow it, we deal with them without any fanfare, we don’t discuss it with anyone who isn’t already aware to some degree of the supernatural,” you took the final sip of your drink. “It’s better that way, prevents a panic. I mean can you imagine what would happen if people actually believed in demons and ghouls and vampires?”

“Nothing good I imagine,” Ed agreed reaching out to grab your cup and Lorraine’s before standing up to throw them in the bin that was closest to your table. Leaving you alone with Lorraine.

“You don’t want me to touch you,” it was a statement rather than a question.

“It’s complicated,” you sighed rubbing the back of your neck. “The last time a clairvoyant touched me my instincts flared, they didn’t like him touching me. And I also don’t really like knowing that that touch can give you a deeper insight into me.”

“I touched your shoulder before-”

“Over my shirt,” you interrupted again. “I think clairvoyant gifts only work on me if they touch my skin. My clothing provides a bit of a barrier…I think. And I did get a bit of an electric shock.”

“Hm, that is an interesting theory,” Lorraine smiled. “Before my husband comes back, if we needed your assistance on a case, would you be willing to help us?”

“On the condition that the Church never knows about me,”

“Of course,” Lorraine agreed. “We’d keep you completely away from that side of things.”

“Will your husband agree?” you raised an eyebrow. “I know how to completely disappear, so if there is-”

“I wouldn’t tell a soul,” Ed’s voice interrupted coming from your side as he took a seat beside you instead of back with his wife.

You inched a little away from him, under the guise of giving him more space. You dutifully ignored all the happy feelings his presence brought up in you. And you also ignored the warmth you could feel from his body as he followed you, not quite touching you but also leaving little space between your bodies. You risked a glance at his face only to find him already watching you, his blue eyes were captivating. You flushed as you tore your gaze away to find Lorraine watching you again, her own blue eyes seemed to gleam with a knowing look but you noticed that she didn’t seem put off by any of it. You cheeks heated further as Lorraine continued to watch you and you could feel Ed’s gaze on you as well, the combination of their attention was both too much and not enough. Lorraine’s gaze was soft but you could feel a heat behind it especially when you poked your tongue out to wet your lips, her eyes tracing the movement.

You quickly thought about leaving and when no pain followed you stood up startling the two demonologists with your movement. The light flying feeling you had dimmed leaving behind a cold emptiness inside. But that was preferable to the pain and to the humming that your body was doing in their presence.

“I need to get going,” you declared stepping over the seat and striding away.

“Wait!” Ed called after you. Your body froze without your say so, the empty feeling starting to fill with warmth again. You refused to turn back around however your fingers tangling together in-front of you.

“We have a case that we may need your help on,” Lorraine started. “We could discuss it over lunch?” Lorraine had moved closer to you, standing to your side and trying to catch your eye. You hung your head and sighed.

“Tomorrow?” you asked. “I do actually have some errands to run today.”

“Tomorrow,” Ed agreed.

Lorraine past you a folded piece of paper. “Our address, come by anytime after 11.”

Nodding you started walking again the cold empty had gotten smaller once you had agreed to meet up with the married couple again. You truly had no idea what to make of your instincts and why they were reacting the way they were, nor did you have any idea what make of how the two demonologists had acted around you. Hopefully, lunch tomorrow would get all of this shit sorted but you wouldn’t be surprised if it only made it worse.

“She is certainly something else,” Ed muttered watching you walk away, Lorraine noticed how his eyes seemed dropped once or twice to watch your hips sway before he tore them away.

“Yes, I did rather notice how she seemed to captivate you from the moment you saw her,” Lorraine teased.

“Honey, as if you can talk,” Ed wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they walked off in the opposite direction. “I saw you watching her lips while she talked.”

“We did always have the same taste,” Lorraine grinned. “You want her.”

Ed was aware of the fact that his wife wasn’t asking, she was telling him. He squeezed her tight to his side and dropped a kiss on the top of her head.

“So do you,” Ed responded. The two of them were incredibly in sync with each other, knowing the other well enough to know when they wanted something.

“It has been a while since we found someone that interested the both of us enough,”

“Shall we test the waters?”

“I think we can be certain that she is interested in the both of us if her adorable flush was anything to go by,” Lorraine chanced a look over her shoulder and was rewarded with one last look at you before you disappeared around the corner. “Maybe we can be not as subtle, in testing the waters tomorrow.”

“She doesn’t like touch too much, but we can come up with a way,” Ed grinned.

“Why couldn’t I have been born without this shit?” you asked yourself as you sat in your car outside the Warren’s house.

It was a beautiful house in a beautiful suburb, which just reinforced the fact that this was a married couple, with a daughter. You thumped your head against the steering wheel before the tugging that had started in your chest grew stronger and you couldn’t ignore it any longer. The humming started back up and kept getting stronger the closer you got. As did your light flying feeling, which told you that you were doing the right thing. The door opened just as you reached it, you didn’t know if that meant they were watching out a window or if Lorraine just knew that you had arrived.

“Welcome!” Lorraine happily welcomed you in to their home. She moved towards you before she pulled back. “Please come in.”

You tilted your head as you realised she probably wanted to hug you but remembered that you weren’t always comfortable with it. But the humming seemed to deflate a little when she didn’t hug you. You smiled at her and it wasn’t as forced as you thought it would be, you also couldn’t help but notice how the clothing she wore today hugged her curves quite nicely.

“Hi, thank you,” you were again a little soft spoken, it irked you a little that two people could have this effect on you, when nothing ever had before. “You have a lovely home.”

The inside of the house was as beautiful as the outside, there was signs that they had truly made this house their home. There were books and records everywhere. Photos of them and a young girl who you assumed was their daughter and an older woman, who looked like Lorraine so you assumed was her mother. You noticed paintings on the wall and upon closer inspection saw Ed’s name signed down the bottom of all of them.

“Oh my, these are,” you breathed eyes taking in all the details. “Beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Ed’s voice finally got your attention away from his paintings. He stood next to Lorraine, his arm wrapped around her waist as they both watched you in their house as you were taking everything in. “Welcome to our home.” Just like with Lorraine you couldn’t help but notice how nicely his clothes fitted to his body, he was wearing more causal clothes then the suit he wore yesterday. The clothes he wore today displayed the muscles in his arms so nicely that you had to force your eyes away from them.

“Thank you,” you found your smile growing in Ed’s presence making you freeze for a moment before turning back to look at the paintings. Your cheeks heating again.

“Lunch will just be another ten minutes,” Lorraine detached herself from Ed and walked beside you, she was careful not to touch you as she placed her arm behind your back. Even though there was space in-between her arm and your back plus the material of your clothes you could have sworn you felt the heat from her arm.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” you asked. You always found it a little odd to just sit or stand around while others prepared meals.

“You can keep Lorraine company while I finish up,” Ed smiled falling in step behind you and Lorraine after you past him. “There’s some drinks at the table.”

“Okay,” you agreed as Ed pulled out two chairs beside each other, Lorraine gently nudged you into one before taking the other. Ed’s hands stayed on the back of them as you pulled them back in. You felt a quick swipe of his thumb on your back before it was gone, your body shivered at the contact. A simmering heat started at the point of contact and moved outwards warming your body as it went.

“We’re having some crispy shredded chicken, with some potato salad,” Lorraine said taking a jug and pouring some into a glass. “Do you drink?”

“That sounds delicious,” you smiled, your mouth watering at the thought. “And yes I do…”

“How does a margarita sound?” Lorraine grinned, sitting the glass in-front of you and pouring herself one and then another glass and setting it across the table where a third plate was set.

“Delicious,” you nodded taking a sip, a hum of satisfaction leaving your lips at the taste. “Did Ed make this as well?”

“He did,” Lorraine grinned turning a little in her chair to face you, propping her head up on her hand. “Isn’t he talented, he can cook, make amazing drinks and paint?”

You blinked a little confused by the tone of Lorraine’s voice but you agreed with her statements, Ed was incredibly talented and if lunch tasted as good as it smelled you would be in heaven. Your body warmed, and it wasn’t just from the cocktail, Lorraine was being very careful not to touch but kept a small amount of space between the two of you. You could hear Ed in the kitchen, humming a little to the song that was playing in softly in the background, your smile becoming gentle as you took another sip of your drink.

“Yes he is,” you agreed, unable to maintain eye contact with Lorraine as you looked down at the table. “You are very lucky, as is your daughter.” You forced yourself to remember that these two were not only married but had a daughter.

“Indeed, Judy is out with my mother,” Lorraine provided without any prompting. “They’re enjoying a day in the park before going back to my mother’s for the night.”

“That’s sweet, I bet they’ll both enjoy that,” you looked back up at her, you couldn’t help but watch her lips as she took a sip. Your blood felt like it was on fire, and as hard as you tried to ignore it your pussy had started to throb a little, from the moment you noticed how the Warrens looked in their clothes.

“They should do, which give us plenty of time to discuss our case and also to get to know each other,” Ed responded entering from the kitchen with three plates of food balanced perfectly. “And I hope you enjoy this.”

Ed placed the first plate in-front of you and the second in-front of Lorraine, making sure to kiss her lips as he did, you quickly looked away before you could be caught staring. Ed then took the seat across from the both of you, his lips pulled back into a smile.

“It smells delicious,” you assured him, picking up your fork to taste the chicken. Your eyes shuttered closed as a moan left your lips at the taste of the chicken. It was so beautifully tender and seasoned.

Ed had to shift a little in his seat at the sound that left your mouth, it was positively sinful. Lorraine squeezed her legs together as she felt her panties get a little wet. They shared a heated look both thinking how much they wanted to hear that noise in a different setting.

“I take it you like it?” Lorraine asked, a teasing tone to her voice that you missed entirely.

“This is amazing, Ed,” you praised any concerns you had previously about why these two had such an effect on you forgotten in the face of really good food. It was the easiest way to get through your walls, good food.

“Thank you,” Ed grinned. “I’m glad you like it.”

You eagerly dug into the meal, taking a sip of the margarita in between every few mouthfuls. This was one of the best meals you had had in a while, you mostly grabbed take out or frozen meals, seeing as how you couldn’t cook at all. It was in the best interest of everyone if you never touched a stove. Ed and Lorraine watched, they both rather liked the image of you at their table enjoying a meal cooked by Ed. Lorraine had even inched closer to you her leg slowly pressing into yours bit by bit when you only glanced at her a little, a soft smile sent her way before you went back to eating. Ed stretched out one of his legs to tap your foot with his. Neither of them touching bare skin, as Lorraine was wearing a pair of pants, the material soft against the skin of your leg. Your body seemed to settle from the contact between the three of you, the humming settling down.

You settled back into your chair nursing the last bit of your drink, content from the delicious meal you had consumed when you noticed Lorraine and Ed watching you. Your cheeks heated at their attention, you carefully placed your glass back on the table and looked down.

“Sorry, it’s been a while since I have had a home cooked meal, I normally just get take out or a frozen meal,” you muttered, unsure why you felt the need to explain why you absolutely devoured that meal. You weren’t going hungry but there is something that is just superior about home cooked meals.

“No need to apologise,” Ed smiled, deciding to test the waters a bit more and reached out to cover your hand with his, pausing with his hand hovering above yours to give you time to move away. When you didn’t he gently placed his hand over yours and squeezed softly. “It’s a great compliment to the chef when people enjoy their food so much they can’t stop until its gone.”

Lorraine noticing that you didn’t pull away from her husband’s touch leaned into you, gently placing an arm over your shoulders, her fingers softly stroking the skin of your arm. She too moved slowly, waiting to see if you would move away from her touch before she actually touched you, when you leant into her side she grinned. An electric shock went through both of you the moment she touched your skin with her fingers, your body heated from the inside out, in a very pleasant way.

“Oh,” Lorraine maintained the contact, as her body started to heat and that feeling she got when she felt the presence yesterday returned. It wasn’t unpleasant at all, in fact it made her feel safe, the thing seemed to wrap around both her and Ed, extending its protective circle around them.

“What?” Ed asked, you had been worried that he might feel left out from not being able to feel what you and Lorraine were feeling but he mostly appeared curious as he stroked you hand.

“The presence that is inside our girl, it wants to protect us,” Lorraine explained staring at you with wonder. “It feels like safety, and my body is heating up, it feels like electricity is passing between us.”

You thought you had misheard when Lorraine referred to you as “our girl” but when Ed only nodded and looked between you and his wife with awe you thought that maybe that is what you heard. You felt the warmth in your body finally reach your hand that was resting under Eds. You bit your lip wondering if you could find a way to pass the warmth to him as well. Ed’s fingers stopped stroking your hand his eyes growing wide as he looked at you.

“I think I can feel…warmth,” he whispered in wonder. You grinned, though unsure of how you managed it, happy that Ed didn’t have to be left out. “Our girl.”

The presences within you seemed content, in a way you hadn’t felt before, the humming was now a constant low buzz in the background. You wanted to test something, so you thought about getting up and leaving, about never returning to them. The pain that ripped through you head was like nothing else you had felt before, you gasped eyes squeezing shut.

“What happened?” Ed was up and out of his seat, coming around to your side of the table and kneeling beside you, his hand on your thigh. Lorraine had moved her hand that was stroking your arm to the back of your head, gently rubbing through your hair as her other hand fell to your thigh closest to her.

“It’s fine,” you waved their concern away quickly letting the thoughts drop, the warmth returned as did the light. “I…just needed to test something.”

“And it caused you pain?” Lorraine asked. “You thought about a decision that was wrong.”

“Yeah, I thought…I thought about leaving and not returning,” you confessed softly. You had only known these two for a day, if that, and you knew that your instincts were telling you that you had to stay with them but that didn’t mean that it wouldn’t creep out the married couple. They might have both called you “our girl” but that also doesn’t mean anything.

“It would seem that you are meant to be here,” Lorraine told you, pressing a kiss against your cheek, grinning as your entire face went red.

“With us,” Ed added squeezing the thigh that was under his hand. His eyes smouldering when he saw how you reacted to Lorraine merely kissing you on the cheek.

“But,” you saw a photo of them with their daughter and it was like ice water had been dropped on you. Ed and Lorraine gasped, feeling the drop in your warmth from their connections with your skin. “Your daughter, you are married and you have a child.”

“Our child who will understand,” Lorraine assured you. “My mother used to date more than one person, and Judy asked about it one day, poly relationships are easy to explain to a child.”

“But the church,” you tried again only to have Ed gently cup your cheek and tilt your head upwards as he stood up.

“It is a little at odds with the teachings of the church but Lorraine and I have come to terms with it long ago, before we had Judy we use to see other people for either short term or long term,” Ed explained. “But none of them ever felt right enough for it to become permanent.”

“But there is something about you that is different,” Lorraine continued. “We can’t explain it but I think the fact that you were in so much pain when you thought about leaving us just confirms that this difference is a good thing. That we are meant to be.”

You nibbled on your bottom lip, trying to sort through your thoughts, ignoring the humming that had started back up in earnest when both Ed and Lorraine acknowledged that you belong with them and they belonged with you. It was absurd for you all to be feeling so strongly about strangers, even knowing what you know about the supernatural it was weird to you. But that was only a small part of your brain, the rest, well the rest was happy with what you were feeling. It was like pieces of the puzzle finally coming into place, like coming home. And your instincts had never led you astray before, the last time you ignored them when it concerned a relationship you had ended up with a man who cheated on you constantly. You focused back on the couple beside you, they were trying hard to hide their hope but when you smiled at them, their faces blossomed. They seemed to have a conversation between themselves before they both leaned in and kissed your cheeks.

“Our girl,” they both grinned, enjoying the flushed look on you. “May we kiss you?”

“Yes,” you answered softly. Obviously the conversation they had was regarding who was going to get the first kiss. Lorraine nudged your chin up and around to her, with a finger, her thumb stroking your bottom lip. Ed’s hands were gently holding your hips, as he kneeled back down, encouraging you to turn slightly in your chair to face Lorraine.

The first touch of her lips against yours was soft and gentle. Just a press before she tugged your bottom lip between hers sucking it into her mouth, drawing a whine from you. She released your lip, pressing back in, licking your lips to encourage you to separate them, her tongue delved into your mouth tasting you and drawing your tongue to twine with hers. You could feel Eds hands squeezing your hips, before one of them reached around to wrap around your stomach, pressing you against him while Lorraine pressed into your front. Lorraine pulled away, pressing one last kiss to your lips before she separated entirely from you, looking down at her husband to see his darkened eyes staring at the two of you.

“Your turn,” Lorraine whispered nudging you towards him.

Ed stood up, copying what Lorraine did to draw your head up as he bent down to capture your mouth. Where Lorraine’s kiss had been gentle, and calm, kissing Ed was like a storm. It was demanding, he took control in a different way to his wife, his teeth tugging on your lip before he pulled your tongue into his mouth, sucking on it and letting his teeth graze along it before he pushed it back in your mouth with his tongue following. You could feel your clit throbbing as more of your arousal soaked your panties. Ed pulled away from the kiss, scraping his teeth along your jaw quickly before he stood up. He smirked, a little proud of himself for leaving you breathless and your eyes almost glazed over, as your breasts heaved. His eyes dropped to them, licking his lips as he imagined what they would feel like in his mouth. Lorraine was busing dropping kisses along your neck, her hands stroking up and down your thighs as she pressed her chest against your back. Your hands had stretched up to rest against Ed’s stomach, as your eyes dropped from his unable to handle the heat in them. You blinked, eyes widening in surprise when you saw the bugle in his jeans. His cock hard and straining.

“I think we should move to the couch,” Ed almost purred with his suggestion, glancing at his wife before he reached down for your hands and tugged you up and into his chest. You felt his hard cock pressing into your stomach, he groaned at the pressure grinding into you as Lorraine stood up and led the way into the lounge room. Ed squeezed your hands as he tugged you to follow her.

“Anytime you want to stop, just say,” Lorraine said as she sat down, Ed placing you next to her before he took a seat behind you, his hands finding your hips again.

“Promise us, pretty,” Ed leaned in.

“I promise.”

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Secrets of the well (Reader x Ed Warren)

Requested by: @slowlyghostlydream, Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine

Summary: You and Ed have been married for a while now & take on a case about a young boy. (ps. I didn't do a full on case as that would require me to like write sooo many pages haha)

The suitcase clicked shut as you took a deep breath. A pair of hands moving up your arm to your shoulders. It made you inhale deeply, leaning your head back. A presence neared as the touch of lips in your neck, tickled you. You slowly turned around, facing your husband Ed. – “What is the matter love?” – he asked wrapping his arms around you. As a reaction you shrugged a shoulder. – “I’m not sure.” – you responded.

Ed grabbed you by the chin, titling it up so that you were forced to look at him. – “Tell me.” – he insisted upon, knowing very well what kind of life he was leading with you. You took another deep breath, something uncertain reflecting in your eyes. – “It is just… a feeling…” – you said cautiously. – “A feeling?” – Ed repeated with half a smile. Rolling with your eyes, you moved away from him. – “No, no wait honey!” – he called out, grabbing for your hand to pull you back. He had it, moving you back in front of him.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” – he said tugging some hair behind your ear. He brought your hand up, looking teasingly at you whilst leaving a kiss there. – “Please… tell me.” – he stared yearningly at you, hoping he hadn’t been too much of an ass just now. You sighed hard, chest falling with the intensity of your breath. – “It is just a feeling I can’t shake off.” – you told him nervously.

Ed smiled sympathetically at you. – “Maybe I should go alone?” – he said not wanting to put you in any danger. – “God no!” – you cursed with a glare. – “We are in this together Ed. It is you and me or nothing at all.” – you reminded him with a firm poke in his chest. Ed laughed loud. – “You and me darling.” – he smiled before kissing your cheek. He reached around you for the suitcase, taking it with him from the bed. You took a deep breath, staring at the window for a moment.

Letting your hand rub over your neck, you stared yourself lost at the glass. Caught up with your own thoughts as they whispered loudly in the back of your mind. – “Y/n!” – hearing your name made you snap out of it. Turning your head, you saw Ed stand in the doorway. – “Are you coming love?” – he questioned. You nodded, taking your coat from the table, and heading down with him. Ed was carrying the heavy suitcase up to the car.

Opening the trunk to stash it there. You stepped onto the driveway up to the car. Ed greeted a neighbor before closing the trunk. You moved your hand to your neck, feeling the cross necklace underneath it. You took it between your fingers, rubbing it softly. You then walked over to Ed who held the car door open for you. He started the car, driving off.

You were looking outside of the window. Following the passing of the car as Ed drove past the town’s sign. Suddenly the music on the radio stopped, only static coming through. – “Stupid radio.” – Ed called out, turning on the knob to switch between stations. You stood with wide eyes, staring at the radio as out of each station kept coming static. Ed didn’t seem to be bothered with it. – “Ah!” – he said finally finding a station that played music again.

As quickly as it came, it was gone. You looked at your husband who was tapping his fingers on the wheel on the rhythm of the song. For some reason it didn’t bother him. To you it felt like a bad omen. As much of a bad omen as the feeling snuggling deep inside of you. You must have fallen asleep cause the next thing you remember is Ed nudging you awake. – “We are here darling.” – he whispered as you slowly sat yourself better. Looking outside you saw the light outside had darkened.

Changing into a vibrant orange as the sun was setting. Ed and you got out of the car, eyes focused on the house seemingly in the middle of nowhere. No neighboring houses nearby. The door opened as a lady got in sight. Ed and you walked up to greet her. – “You must be Ms. Field.” – Ed spoke, shaking her hand. – “And you Ed and Y/n Warren?” – she responded, shaking your hand. – “We are.” – you answered. Ms. Field led you inside.

You admired her interior. Not too fancy, not too simple. Just ordinary. She guided you towards the living room where you saw Mr. Field and their two children. – “Honey, these are Ed and Y/n Warren.” – She said as her husband got up. – “Nice to meet you.” – Ed said, shaking hands with him. You smiled, suddenly drawn downwards. The youngest of the children, a boy clutched onto his father’s leg. You tilted your head a bit to the side with a warm smile. – “Hello.” – you said. The child tilted his head equally to the side, staring right back at you.

His eyes widened briefly with mischief. He brought a finger to his lips, quietly shushing you. It made you swallow nervously. The young boy curling up a smile. You diverted your gaze to the father and the daughter. You noticed how afar she stood from her father and the little boy. Her hands folded neatly in front of her. Gaze locked onto your husband. Ms. Field offered for you to sit. Ed and you sat down. Ed jumped back up, taking out a toy from underneath him. – “Sorry.” – Mr. Field said taking the toy train from him. – “No problem at all.” – Ed responded, checking behind him to be certain there weren’t any more toys up to surprise him.

Mr. Field ordered the children to go play upstairs to leave the grown-ups to do the talking. You kept a watchful eye on the youngest boy. Something seemed off about him. He looked over his shoulder to you with the coldest glare you had anyone ever seen you give. His chin tilted down with a cold stare.

It made you shudder. If it wasn’t for Ed taking your hand, you might have trembled to the bone. You and him shared a glance. You alright? He mouthed. You nodded reassuringly, holding his hand tighter. As usual Ed began with a set of questions. He needed information to know what kind of problem he was looking upon. Poltergeist? Lost spirits? Demons? He needed to know for sure to know what kind of approach he should take on.

Your gaze went upwards to the ceiling, knowing the children were playing upstairs. Ed and you jumped out of the sofa when the girl came running downstairs with screams. Mr. and Ms. Field getting up as well. The girl stormed into the room, holding her wrist. – “Mariana what happened?” – the father asked. – “Michael bit me!” – she cried out, showing her finger to her father. Ed and you approached. Ed’s eyes widened at the clear bitemarks around her finger. – “Michael!” – Ms. Field called out angry.

You looked up to the staircase, seeing Michael sit by the railing in clear darkness. No light falling onto that spot. He smiled, yet not with a smile of his own. His shoulders shuddering with laughter. If you focused it was almost as if you could hear an older voice laugh. It was there and then that your suspicions around the boy became clear. He was the cause. Ed helped aid Mariana’s finger with care.

Ed and you went to your hotel nearby. Ed sat by the small table, looking through some notes. – “Ed honey…” – you said worryingly. – “It’s the kid.” – he answered to your surprise. It made you widen your eyes that he was spot on without even hearing your words. He turned round in his chair to you. He took a deep breath. – “I could tell by your reactions something was off. It wasn’t till the bite, that I pinned two and two together.” – he said, getting up to join you on the bed. – “Ed darling, I think we aren’t talking about some silly hauntings anymore.” – you spoke with concern.

He nodded, brushing his thumb against your cheek. –“I know…I believe we are at demonic possessions.” – he sighed out, wishing it hadn’t been true. You took his hand, rubbing your fingers smoothly over his skin. Ed and you crawled into bed, giving each other a goodnight kiss. You turned to the side as Ed wrapped his arms around you. Snuggling very close to you. – “Good night darling.” – he mumbled falling half asleep.

“Good night…” – you whispered, staring right in front of you. The darkness in the hotel room gave you an eerie feeling. As if you were to expect something. Aware of your own heart beating loudly in your ear. Taking your cross necklace in your hand, you finally closed your eyes.

Somewhere in the night, you were tossing and turning your head on your pillow. Laying on your back. Ed’s arms nowhere around you. A sense of frightens crawling up to you. Starting from the toes up till your shoulders. Like long fingers it stretched over your body with the slightest of tingle. Your hand plopped to the side. Brows furrowing together in your sleep as you felt something wet. It was sticky as it wettened the back of your hand. It made you widen your eyes. Sitting up straight, you brought your hand up to your eyes.

Yet it was too dark to distinguish what it was. Bringing your hand even closer to you, you took a sniff. Eyes widening at the familiar smell of blood. In a panic, you tossed over, fidgeting to turn on the nightlamp. In a second lighted the hotel room up. The wetness on your hand suddenly clear. The red stain staring luringly back at you. It was dark and seemed fresh. Furrowing your brows once more, you felt a wetness by your side. Staining your nightgown. You looked to the side; a scream caught in your throat. It trapped itself deep down your throat. Blooded hand moved trembling to your mouth upon the horrors.

Eyes were widened so far it hurt your eye muscles. You wanted to scream, cry, vomit at the sight. Ed. Your dear Ed, laying lifeless beside you. His throat slit, laying in a pool of his own blood. Body shuddered as a scream found it’s way out. A cry in pure agony. You grabbed Ed’s shoulders, pulling at him. – “Ed!” – you cried out in a panic. – “No…no please… don’t leave me! I need you Ed!” – you screamed, tears streaming down your face.

His eyes flashed open. Pure as white making you jump back. Eyes snapped open, making you look to the side. A sigh of relief hitting you as you saw your husband breathing peacefully with his face towards you. It was but a dream…no not a dream, a nightmare. You shot up, needing a moment to process the dream that felt so vivid. You screamed again, seeing the little boy stand in your hotel room, surrounded by darkness. His white teeth reflecting through the darkness.

Eyes widening, you shot awake with a loud gasp. Having risen from your sleeping position. Ed shot awake as well. – “Y/n! what’s wrong?” – he immediately stood in defense mode, looking around. You were panting. Sweat dripping down your back and neck. You looked at Ed, bursting in tears. He wrapped his arms around you, cherishing you. – “It is alright… whatever you saw it is gone…” – he told you, tightening his grip around you.

You kept crying, pinching Ed in his cheek. – “Au.” – he called out humorously. – “What was that for?” – he asked. – “To be certain you are real.” – you responded. – “I am real.” – he said seeing how scared you were. You laid your head against his chest, snuggling up to him. How was this possible? You thought for sure you had already woken up… twice. Could it be? A dream within a dream?

The next morning you were wary to go back inside the house and be confronted with the child. There was no doubt it somehow tried to scare you. You staid close to your husband while he swept the house with his device. You followed him around like a stray pup rewarded with treats. Ed and you were in Michael’s bedroom. Ed knelt down by the bed as he let his device sweep over the matrass. – “Are you searching for ghosts?” – you turned your head seeing Mariana stand in the doorway. Ed turned to look worriedly up to you. – “I know what you are.” – she said staying in the doorway.

“Can…can you rid my brother of this evil?” – she asked fumbling with her hands. Ed and you looked at each other as he slowly rose. – “That… that isn’t my brother anymore. He’s different. I can feel it. He’s scary…” – Mariana confessed. – “He should’ve never…” – her lip started to tremble. – “I told him to leave it… but he wouldn’t listen…” – she cried out desperately. – “What? What did you tell him Mariana?” – Ed asked curiously. – “The token.” – she whimpered out.

You rushed over to her, calming her. You looked worriedly over at Ed. Ed nodded agreeing with you. – “Tell me about this token Mariana.” – you asked brushing her hair back. Mariana shuddered with tears. – “It was… round… hay woven around it as it stuck out at several points… like a star.”- she explained. – “It…it had some hairs woven between the hay… hair with red tips…” – she continued.

Ed looked frantically at you. – “Where did you find this?” – he asked. Mariana moved a trembling finger at the window. Making Ed and you look. – “The well.” – she said shaking. – “Show us.” – Ed demanded gently. You helped Mariana up to her feet. The three of you went downstairs to the front door. Mariana guided you around the house, far onto the property. By an old willow tree stood indeed a stone well. The leaves of the willow rustling carelessly in the absence of wind. Mariana came to a sudden halt, not wanting to come any closer.

Ed approached the well as you staid by Mariana’s side. – “Y/n, come!” – he called out. You let go of Mariana, giving her an encouraging nod before joining your husband. – “It’s boarded up.” – he told you. The pit of the well was indeed boarded up with wooden planks. –“Father did it!” – Mariana called out. – “After Michael had fallen in.” – Ed hummed loud. – “How could anyone have fallen in?” – you whispered to him. – “Unless something lured him in?” – Ed added thoughtfully. – “We have to open this up.” – he said as you put a stop to him.

“Are you certain? Perhaps things are best left untouched. We do not want to open Pandora’s box.” – you responded with concern. Ed placed a warm hand on yours that laid on his arm. – “Darling, we must… to understand Pandora’s box, we must open it.” – he said. You exhaled deep, taking a step back. – “Where is the shed?” – he asked Mariana. She pointed at the side as Ed made his way over to it. You staid with Mariana, moving your arm around her. – “What are you doing?”

You gasped spinning around. Eyes widening at Michael near you. He tilted his head to the side, looking past you to the well. He narrowed his eyes at you. – “Michael…” – you said eyeing the shed. He turned his head, seeing Ed come out of the shed holding a sledgehammer. His eyes widened. – “No!” – a loud voice came through, not sounding like his. You gasped when Michael ran up to you with claw like hands. He grabbed you firmly pushing you up against the well.

Your back arched when you hovered over the wooden planks. Michael grabbing you firmly. His face contracted with pure anger. He started shouting and cursing in a language you did not understand. His eyes darkened as for a moment you saw his face physically take on another shape. Something monstrous. It made you scream loud as it tried to keep pushing you onto the wooden planks, so you’d break through and fall. Mariana was screaming and crying.

It kept raging on, black goriness dripping down his mouth. You kept shaking your head to not have it fall onto your lips. – “Y/n!” – Ed screamed out, running over to you. He knocked Michael in the back with the handle of the sledgehammer. His grip faltered on you. Ed grabbed your arm, pulling you off the well. – “Are you alright love?” – he asked holding your hand firmly. You nodded shaken. Ed furrowed his brows, wiping some blackness of your cheek.

You wrapped your arms around him. Ed looked concerned down at Michael unconscious. The claim was firm on him. It wouldn’t be an easy job to release Michael from the demon taking possession of him. Ed kissed your cheek; glad you are unharmed. For that was his biggest worry. If you had fallen through the wooden planks, you could’ve broken your neck and lie dead at the bottom.

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mediademon · 6 months

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Taissa Farmiga as Sister Irene

THE NUN (2018) dir. Corin Hardy

#the nun #the nun 2018 #thenunedit #taissa farmiga #taissafarmigaedit #actressedit #dailywomen #femaledaily #horroredit #horror movies #horror #filmgifs #filmedit #moviegifs #fyeahmovies #theconjuringedit #the conjuring universe #*mygifs

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achillyscomedown · 7 months

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okay but hear me out - maurice is french canadian and is seen mostly speaking english, but what about the times he doesn’t know what to say? i think we can take the liberty to assume he learned french as a first language, so he’s probably ran into a couple cases of the ol’ ‘what is the english word for this?’ but it’s for the most basic things. irene always corrects him without any judgement, which he appreciates (many people look down on him for struggling with the language and think of him as uneducated - not to mention that he’s said to not have much of an education).

maurice: sister irene, can you pass me that?

irene: pass you what?

maurice: the thing to your right.

irene: there are many things to my right, frenchie.

maurice: the long square with the flips.

irene: what flips?

maurice: flips. flippy. it has a cover and flips.

irene: the book?

maurice: oui.

and even better, him misusing words/getting words mixed up. irene has gotten so used to this that everything she comments is just second nature, though when she speaks it isn’t in a condescending way.

maurice: -and then for breakfast i had lesson-

irene: lemon.

maurice: -lemon in water, and-

maurice: it’s been a long day, i’m very sleeps right now.

irene: sleepy.

maurice: yes, that.

maurice (speaking to someone angrily): you are unrespectful-

irene: disrespectful.

maurice: -disrespectful and arrogance!

irene: arrogant.

maurice: oh, you know what i mean.

#the nun #the nun 2 #the nun ii #the conjuring universe #the conjuring #maurice theriault #sister irene #horror #horror films #horror movies #halloween #scary movies #movies

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winterfieldfrontiers · 8 months

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Partner in The Conjuring

#the conjuring #lorraine warren #ed warren #the conjuring universe #the nun #the nun ii #annabelle #Maurice Theriault #sister irene #mia form #John Form #Brad Hamilton #Drew Thomas

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ormymarius · 2 months

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imagine being babygirl in every universe, patrick wilson can relate

#more like the james wan universes but #he’s soooo #patrick wilson #orm marius #ed warren #the conjuring #the conjuring universe #aquaman #dceu

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andrew3garfield · 11 months

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THE CONJURING (2013) dir. James Wan

#I this scene scared me sooo much as a kid omg #the conjuring #lorraine warren #vera farmiga #ed warren #patrick wilson #james wan #cinemagifs #moviegifs #horrorgifs #cinema #horror film #cw horror #the conjuring universe #useranna3 #🫀#*

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mulderscully · 2 years

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THE CONJURING (2013) dir. James Wan

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behindthescreamz · 4 months

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polaroids featuring vera farmiga and patrick wilson from the set of “the conjuring: the devil made me do it” (2021)

#the conjuring #the conjuring: the devil made me do it #horror #behind the scenes #vera farmiga #patrick wilson #lorraine warren #ed warren #james wan #the conjuring universe #horror movies #horror behind the scenes #horror bts #2020s horror

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cupcakeshakesnake · 7 months

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Marquis of Snakes a.k.a. "Next time just google it"

#valak #demon #the conjuring universe #valak conjuring #the conjuring 2 #comic #snake's art

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theladyeowyn · 4 months

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Well, we're gonna have music in here, one way or another.

The Conjuring 2 + 🎄❄🎅🏻

#filmedit #horroredit #theconjuringedit #the conjuring 2 #christmasedit #conjuringedit #the conjuring #filmgifs #moviegifs #horrortvfilmsource #the conjuring universe #*#a christmas movie To Me #i promise this will be my last post about this movie for a while lol; i had a good several-year run of being fairly normal about it #but this year it stole my brain and for that i apologize

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juodojimirtis · 9 months

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As I await the new Nun, and motivate myself to work on Sanguis, behold this glorious meme.

#the nun #the conjuring #the conjuring universe #conjurverse #the conjuring fandom #valak #sister irene #frenchie #valak x sister irene #valak/sister irene #death and the maiden #the conjuring crack #the conjuring meme #horror fandom #Irene's like “Val pls he's done nothing to you 😑”#the problems of having a demon husband - when he hates someone he HATES someone #And Val just despises Frenchie out of principle because he's making eyes at his girl

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Below the surface (Reader x Ed Warren)

Requested by: @hwangrimi ,Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury, @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

Ding dong.

Lifting your head up, you turned to look at the door. – “Hang… hang on I think someone is at the door.” – you spoke through the telephone cutting through your friends rambling. – “I’ll leave you on hanging. Wait a second.” – you told her before putting the horn upwards down. Faintly you could hear her voice call out your name. Hesitantly you went towards the door, wondering who it could be. Grabbing the doorknob you opened the door expecting to see anyone. To your surprise there was no one.

Furrowing your brows you wondered if you had imagined the doorbell. Needless you looked around, yet no one was around. Wanting to head back inside your eyes fell down on a stack of letters and a package on your doorstep. Bending down you picked it up. Moving the letters to the back to get to the package. Wrapped in brown paper packages. – “I didn’t order anything.” – you mumbled to yourself.

Returning into the house you placed the items on the counter near where you had left the horn. Still hearing your friends voice call out to you. – “I’m here.” – you said speaking into the horn. – “Goodness you took your time. Who was at the door? A handsome man?” – you heard your friend say in your ear. – “No…” – you answered looking down at the package. – “Just some letters and a package.”

“A package oh what did you buy. You have to tell me. Did you buy the hairdryer? I heard it’s great. Saves you a trip to the hairdresser.” – she replied excitingly. – “I… I didn’t order anything.” – you told her staring strangely at the package. – “Well open it up then. Maybe it is from an admirer. Maybe that guy Ed that used to live in your parent’s neighborhood?” – the mention of Ed’s name made you snap out of your stare. – “Oh hush!” – you told her playfully. – “I haven’t seen him in years. I doubt he would gift me something out of nowhere.” – you explained to her.

“Who knows?” – was her answer. – “Now open it up and tell me what it is.” – your friend encouraging you more to open it. You pressed the horn between your cheek and shoulder to use both hands to open it. Neatly you unwrapped it not wanting to damage the paper. – “What is it?” – you heard your friend say frantically in your ear. Eyes glued onto the package as it revealed to have been hiding a doll. An old raggedy doll with one eye missing that used to be a black button. – “It’s… It’s…” – you started slowly bringing the doll up to eyes-height.

“A doll.” – you finished confused. – “A doll?” – your friend called out. You hummed loud holding the doll in many angles to get a good look at it. – “Why would I have this?” – you wondered setting the doll down to sit. – “Maybe it was wrongly delivered?” – she questioned over the phone. You examined the brown paper package trying to look for a street address. – “It has nothing on it.” – you told her.

You heard her hum loud. – “Is it cute?” – she asked. You took a second to admire the doll once more. – “It’s old.” – you told her. – “Dirty and rather ugly.” – you told her pulling your nose up at the doll. You picked it up once more holding it by the arm as it dangled in the air. The doll’s dress yellowed out from over the years. The dress’s edges ruffled. The stray like red hair tied together in two ponytails. Dust stains on the doll’s face. Then there was that one black button eye.

You stared at it for a moment seeing how shimmering it was. A shudder rushed up your spine making you toss the doll on the counter. You hung up on your friend, saying your goodbye’s over the telephone. Placing the horn back you looked back at the doll. – “I’m not keeping you.” – you said out loud, grabbing the doll by her arm. The doll bounced in your hand as you made your way outside. Going behind your house to open the garbage can.

You opened the lit looking down in it. – “In you go.” – you said tossing the doll down in it. The lit closed leaving the doll in utter darkness. Wiping your hands you headed back inside. Inside you came to a stop hearing water drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Slow and at a constant pace. Following the sound you went into the kitchen seeing the faucet drip. You turned on the handle to block it out. The dripping stopped. Sighing loud you calmed yourself. Somehow you felt lighter with that doll out of your house.

The next morning you woke up, startled to find the doll at your bed’s end. – “I threw you out!” – you said frantically knowing you did… or did you? Moving your fingers through your hair you weren’t sure anymore. Getting out of bed you grabbed the doll with you. – “You’re going in the trash.” – you told it going down the stairs. You froze hearing the radio turn itself on. Static filling the room. The channel constantly changing as a distorted voice came through the static. – “Are… you feeling… nervous?” – the words came through distorted and robotic with a deep growl.

Blinking confused you weren’t sure if you had heard it correctly. The radio only blasting static. Rushing over to it you turned it off. Shaking your head you rushed outside, tossing the doll once more with the trash. Heading back inside you suddenly stopped looking down at your hand. Gasping loud you saw you were still holding the doll. Had you not thrown it out? Something felt odd. As if you couldn’t remember your last actions. You jumped out of your skin when a music box started to play music.

The melody sweet and melancholic. Panicking you dropped the doll on the ground. You snatched the music box from the shelve, throwing it on the ground. The box clattered open, pieces scattering around. Breathing loud, you felt like losing your mind. Heart thumping loudly in your chest. Your eyes fell upon the doll laying down on the ground. Tilting your head to the side, you stared right at the doll. Somehow you felt like it was laughing at you.

Shouting loud you rushed up to the doll, throwing it outside through the door. Exhaling deep you felt a bit at peace. Moving into the living room you hoped to be rid of it forever. The tv flashed on without a warning. Static drizzling the screen. You slowly moved closer to it. How was it possible for it to turn on by itself? Kneeling you came face to face with the tv. – “Mommy please.” – a child’s voice echoed out sounding both haunting as desperate. It made you gasp loud, falling back. The tv shutting out, turning into a black screen.

You screamed seeing a reflection in the blackness of the screen behind you. Turning around your eyes widened seeing the doll sit in the armchair with the remote near it. – “What is going on?” – you frantically called out getting up. Holding your hands over your ears you were panicking. Panting loud as the lights around you started to flicker on and off. A distorted voice laughing as it sounded like all around you. The voice glitching from sweet to deep. A deep tremor you didn’t know anyone possible could bellow.

You took a run for it to the front door. Grabbing the handle you started pulling at it. The door not opening. – “No! No! let me out!” – you called out thumping loudly on the door. From behind you, you felt like someone was approaching. – “Let me out! Let me out! Help!” – you screamed out panicking while jamming frantically on the doorknob. A deep growl rumbled down the hallway. Looking back you saw how blacked out it was. Barely able to see further into your house. – “Help! Help!” – you kept calling out feeling powerless. The door wouldn’t budge as the feeling grew closer.

Creeping up on you like a shadow’s blanket. You heard the radio turn back on. As before only static coming through. – “No! Let me out! Please! Help me!” – you cried out pulling as hard as you could on the handle. – “You’re going to serve…” – the disrupted voice came through. – “No…no please!” – you cried louder, eyes suddenly widening. – “Us.” – a clear voice spoke in your ear. Before you knew it you were grabbed pulled back into the shadow. Your eyes shot awake, slowly lifting your head as you found yourself in bed.

The doll you had thrown out numerous times sitting on the other end of your room. Rubbing your eyes you weren’t sure what hour or day it was. A hazy feeling lingering in your mind. Touching your forehead you felt out of place. Looking up to the doll, it appeared to be staring back at you. The forever attached smile to her face smiling creepily back at you. Gasping startled the light on your nightstand started to flicker. As a response you jumped out of bed, taking the doll with you.

From that day on, you never went anywhere without the doll. Thinking it might have resented you for calling it old and ugly, specially for tossing it away. No matter how many times you threw it away, it always ended back with you. Best not to anger it further you thought. Some days you felt like yourself as other days you couldn’t remember how or when you got to a certain place around your house. Suddenly standing somewhere with an object in your hand, haven forgotten what happened before.

It had been a while since you left the house, but here you were. Outside in town meeting up with your friend. You greeted her from afar, crossing the street. She waved back at her, her brows furrowing at you. From inside your purse she could see the head of a doll pop up. – “Is… is that the doll you had been given?” – she asked confused. You hummed loud. – “Why… why in God’s name are you carrying it with you?” – she asked further finding you very strange. – “Because it doesn’t like to be alone.” – you answered. – “It’s a doll Y/n. A f*cking doll it has no feelings!” – your friend called out finding you a lunatic for even thinking such a thought.

“Shut it!” – you snapped at her with a louder voice than you anticipated. It made your friend flinch. – “Sorry…” – you sighed out rubbing your forehead. – “I don’t know what is happening to me.” – you told her. – “Weird that is what is happening to you!” – she called out with a deep sigh. – “Jeez Y/n when was the last time you went out, or even had a man?” – she questioned looking at you. – “I don’t know.” – you replied exhausted.

Your friend looked behind you, eyes blinking surprised at the sight of someone familiar. – “We’ll change that.” – she hooker her arm with yours, waving excitedly at someone. – “Ed!” – she called out. – “Ed Warren! Ed!” – she kept calling out till she got his attention. You shot her glare wanting to break free from her grip. – “Oh no you aren’t going anywhere.” – she mumbled to you, keeping her smile up.

Ed came over, smiling. – “Y/n is that you?” – he asked. Your friend hummed loud scooting you closer to him. – “It has been a while, perhaps you two should meet up to catch up on lost time.” – she proposed with a cheeky grin. – “I… uhm.. of course… if you don’t mind of course Y/n.” – he felt a bit nervous. – “She doesn’t mind.” – your friend answered pushing you closer to him. You bumped against Ed, smiling sheepishly at him. – “Hi.” – you breathed out. – “Hi.” – he responded smiling shyly down at you. – “Good you kids have fun then.” – your friend wished you the best of luck with him.

Knowing how crazy you two were for each other when growing up. If only you hadn’t moved into another neighborhood, things might have played out sooner. Ed gestured for you to lead the way. The two of you settled in a nice coffee shop down the road. You sat down taking your bag off, setting it beside you on a chair. Ed quirked his brow up at the sight of the raggedy doll’s head sticking out of it. – “Is that yours?” – he asked pointed at the doll. You looked down at it as if forgotten you had it. – “It was gifted to me.” – you replied.

“By who?” – Ed asked further curious about the doll. You pulled your shoulders up. – “I found it at my doorstep, and it won’t leave me.” – you told him, not sure why you said that last part. It felt as if the desperate part in you wanted to share it with anyone. Ed quirked his eyebrow up once more. – “May I see it?” – he held his hand out. You reached for the doll taking it out gently. – “Be careful with it.”

Ed accepted the doll from you, taking a close look at it. He stared into the black button eye. Staring intensely till an apparition in the button made him flinch back. – “What is it?” – you asked concerned. Ed looked from the doll to you with shock. – “Y/n… this doll…” – he started not sure how to put this into words. – “It’s haunted.” – he whispered making you laugh loud. – “Now give it back.” – you extended your hand to him.

Ed stared baffled at you. – “I can’t give this back to you Y/n. You need to get rid of it.” – he explained, feeling yourself grow angrier. – “Give it back!” – you called out louder snatching at the doll. Ed kept it out of reach from you. – “Y/n I don’t think you understand the situation. Let me help you. You see I am a demonologist. I can…” – he went on as you grew impatient. – “Give it to me!” – you shouted getting up. The light in the coffee shop flickering around you.

Ed looked shocked around then to the doll he was holding. You snatched the doll from him. Staring down at it you felt yourself slip in a frozen position. Unable to move while staring into the black buttoned eye. – “Y/n!” – Ed called out grabbing you by the elbow. – “No!” – your mouth said although it wasn’t your voice coming through. A voice much deeper and distorted then yours.

Ed grabbed you firmly by the shoulders, staring at your eyes. He saw how dull your eyes appeared. No sign of light in them. – “Y/n.” – he said cupping your cheeks. He was searching for any signs of yourself. – “Looking for something?” – you replied with a sly smile. Ed clenched his jaw, hardening his gaze on you. – “You’ll burn in hell.” – he whispered threateningly. You could only chuckle devious. – “I already am.” – you answered. Ed grabbed you firm by the arm, pulling you with him.

Outside you seemed to have snapped out of it. – “Are we leaving yet?” – you asked. Ed sat you in his car, shutting the door. – “Ed? Ed where are we going?” – you questioned watching him go around the car. He glanced your way once sitting down. – “I’m going to save you.” – he answered starting the car. Your eyes widened when he stopped the car at his house. – “Why are we here?” – you asked when Ed pulled you out of the car. He pushed you inside his house, locking the door behind him.

“Give me the doll Y/n.” – he said as soon as he had entered his house. – “No…” – you answered shaking your head. – “Y/n give it to me!” – Ed repeated in a more demanding matter. – “No…” – repeating your words louder. – “Y/n give me the doll and all will be well. I want to help you. Y/n you need help.” – Ed called out desperately. You kept shaking your head, pressing the doll against your chest. – “Y/n! That thing!” – Ed shouted nearly losing his patience. – “That thing is haunted by a demon!”

You looked down at the doll. A whisper filling your ears. – “His words mean to deceive you.” – the whisper said. – “My voice just wants to lead you.” – the whisper continued with a deep grumble. – “Liar!” – you shouted at Ed. Ed tensed his jaw, snatching the doll out of your hands. – “No!” – you called out as he tossed it into the fire. You wanted to run towards it to save it, but Ed grabbed you by your waist. – “Y/n no!” – he called out keeping you close by him. Falling to your knees you watched as the doll burned away.

The black button falling off and dropping into the fires. A loud breath emerged from the fireplace like a breath. – “Who are you?” – Ed asked loud knowing it was released now. He heard a bellowing deep chuckle. Looking down in shock, he heard you chuckle devious in his arms. Ed inhaled sharp pressing his hand up against your cheek. – “Y/n wake up.” – he begged. You kept chuckling as Ed knew it wasn’t you. – “Who are you?” – he asked loudly.

“Don’t you want a kiss?” – you spoke with a voice deeper then yours. Ed moved his head back when you leaned in closer with your lips. – “I command you to tell me your name!” – Ed called out shaking you a bit in his arms. Your eyes closed as your body suddenly started to spasm in his arms. – “No.” – Ed breathed out. – “You will not have her!” – he demanded holding you close to his chest. Closing his eyes he started to recite verses of the bible. Your spasm increased as Ed had to press you hard against him to deafen it out.

“Speak your name!” – he ordered looking up. – “I order you to speak your name!” – Ed continued. Your cheeks became purple having lost any control over your body. It kept spasming, feeling as if you couldn’t breathe. – “Your name!” – Ed screamed out pulling the cross from around his neck off. He pressed it against your chest to protect you. – “Baphomet!” – the demon roared out. Ed tensed his expression, finally knowing it’s name.

Ed started shouted verses of the bible to cast out the demon itself. Your breath shocked, grasping for air as you weren’t getting any. Ed looked down at you, tears in his eyes as he slowly lowered his forehead against yours. He kept on speaking the verses closing his eyes on you. Around him whirled a wind as strong as a storm. The demon was fighting back. His house filled with hundreds of whispers gibberish. Ed wouldn’t listen to it, lifting his head up to shout the verses louder. Repeating them each time with more power.

In his arms were you wheezing for air. – “You will never have her!” – Ed called out between his verses. You gasped one time loud before your chest fell still. In front of Ed appeared a sigil. It burned up till the light died out. Along with the storm that was swirling around him. Ed gasped for air, panting at the effort he just put himself through. – “Y/n?” – he said looking down at you. For a moment your chest didn’t move. Still. – “No… please… Y/n stay with me…”

Then. Your chest started to rise and fall again. Ed exhaled relieved to see you were still breathing and alive. He pulled you a bit up in his embrace to kiss your forehead. – “I’m sorry for not being sooner in your life Y/n. I have found you now and I am not letting you go.” – he whispered. – “You are save now and I’ll keep you save for as long as I live.” – he left a kiss right above your lips.

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