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stinkysam · 1 year ago

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Monkey D. Luffy - For staying alive.

Warning : blood, death mention

Genre : angst-ish / fluff

Synopsis : "Male reader x LAOP Luffy, Reader getting hurt and luffy being worried" - Anon

Reader : male (he/you)

You got hurt by Klahadore, also known as Kuro of a Hundred Plans, as you were trying to protect Kaya from him in her parents' bedroom, unaware of how fast and stealthy he could be.

He stabbed you with his gloved hand like it was nothing, before you could even do anything, the five blades sliding smoothly into your flesh. You coughed up blood as you fell to the floor, more blood seeping out of your wounds. You passed out shortly after.

When Luffy entered, the first thing he saw was you down, blood covering your chest and spilling on the wooden floor, and Kuro about to attack Kaya.

"Goodbye miss Kaya." Said Kuro, raising his right hand to strike, only for it to be grabbed by Luffy.

"These are my friends. You don't get to mess with them."

Kuro was fuming, he thought he had gotten rid of him !

"You're annoyingly resilient." He said calmly, replacing his glasses with the palm of his hand.

"Well, I am made of rubber." Luffy smiled.

Both men were confident in their victory. Each trusting their own abilities.

Although he didn't expect this level of stealth and rapidity, Luffy managed to throw Kuro through the window, sending him unconscious out of the house.

The first thing he did was gently grab you and place you on the nearest bed, while Nami asked Kaya to call for a doctor.

Kaya comes back, hands full of unused rolls of bandages.

"The doctor is on their way." She says.

"Is he gonna be okay ?" Luffy asks Nami.

She shakes her head as she shrugs. It looks really bad and she has no idea how you're still alive with five stab wounds in your stomach.

"I don't know, Luffy, he's in a really… bad shape. He should be dead."

Usopp helped Luffy wrap the bandages around you, their shaky hands holding you in a sitting position as more blood gushed out of your wounds. Usopp was breathing loudly while Luffy wanted to throw up at the sight of your blood coating his hands.

Luffy frowned at her words. No way you'd die ! You can't die. Not because he arrived too late ! No !

He wouldn't let it come to this. It couldn't. He couldn't lose you already. So soon after getting you to join his ship. He didn't care about anything at this moment but your health.

It was only the beginning of his adventures. He couldn't start it by losing someone so close and dear to him. Not now, not ever.

Once the bandages were put you were laying down again. Luffy wouldn't leave your side at all. He wanted to help you but he didn't know how to.

He softly stroked your head, petting your hair carefully as he eyed the dried blood under your lips. Fuck, this was bad. You looked so pale and you had lost so much blood.

His other hand rested on your stomach, where five red spots continued to grow despite the bandages.

His head snapped up when the doctor finally arrived, pulling away instinctively to give them some space to work. You were still unconscious as he began to work on your wounds, assessing the damage and closing them.

Luffy watched it all, hoping you'd wake up as soon as the doctor was finished but sadly you still needed lots of rest.

You woke up after a few hours, eyes puffy with Luffy's sleeping head resting on the mattress next to you. You tried to sit up, but you couldn't get yourself to move, your stomach too painful for you to do anything.

As you groaned in pain, Luffy woke up and tried to wrap his arms around you.

"[Name] ! I knew you'd wake up." He said, hugging you, his head resting on your chest as you still tried to process everything.

"And Klahadore ?" Your voice is weak and hoarse.

"Don't worry, [Name], I sent him flying." He says, finally looking at you as he smiles. He stares at you for a few seconds before resting his head once again against your chest.

"Thank you." He murmured.

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fanfictionstuff · 3 months ago

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hello!! i wanted to start with i love all of your amaimon stuff! it makes me so sad that he gets barely any love,

i was wondering if i could request an amaimon x (afab) demon! reader, maybe who was also raised by shiro and grew up with the okumura twins so she’s close to them? (but not related) and also has a hobgoblin familiar

thank you if you do it!! i can’t wait to keep reading all your works! 🩷🩷

Thank you!!!! I really really really hope he gets more love this season.

I was unsure whether you preferred the familiar to be male or female, so I kept it gender-neutral.

*Quick note for those who requested. Working on your requests for Mephisto, Lucifer, and Ikki Niko.*

“How are you still alive after facing a demon king?" You look at your adoptive brother in disbelief as he shares his story with you and Yukio. “Which one was it?” You lean forward, resting your head in your hands with elbows on the table while you press him for answers.

Rin faces away while stirring the pot. “Amaimon? He was really weird.”

“Amaimon?”

“Do you know him?” Rin looks back over his shoulder.

“I know of him; you should know of him too. Demon kings are a topic you should have studied in class.” You glance at Yukio, who replies, “Yes, it was discussed in the first week of lessons. The kings, their ranks, and other fundamental details.”

“I had a lot going on, okay! So, I forgot a few things.” Rin huffs.

His response makes you raise an eyebrow. “You forgot about demon kings? I bet you were asleep.”

Yukio sighs. “Most likely.”

“Anyway~ tell me more.” You grin brightly. “I told you everything.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Tell me what he looks like.” You casually request, tossing a piece of beef jerky to your hobgoblin to keep it away from the stove.

Rin turns to face you fully. “He looked like a demon.”

“Rin, that doesn’t tell me anything.” You protest, gesturing at yourself. “I look like a demon; my familiar looks like a demon; Kuro looks like a demon; Ukobach looks like a demon, and you look like a demon, too.” As you voice your frustrations, you point at each demon in turn. “What did he look like? Tell me everything.”

“He was dressed really weird, acted weird, and spoke weird. He had like this horn on top of his head, but it was actually his hair.” He raises his hand while he talks to show an example of the hairstyle.

“Okay, I get it. Weird. What else? What color was his hair? Eyes? How tall was he?”

“Why are you so curious?”

You grin. “Maybe I’m planning to hunt him down and avenge you. Now tell me.”

“Green hair; I don’t know what color his eye color. I wasn’t exactly gazing into his eyes while he was punching my face ______.” He scowls at you as he speaks.

"That seems like the ideal moment to gaze into his eyes.” You dodge a wooden spoon aimed at your head. “I feel like, as an exorcist, you should be able to describe the demons you encounter nearly perfectly when you tell other exorcists."

“She has a valid point, Rin,” Yukio interjects, directing his attention to his older brother. “Is there anything else critical that you might have overlooked?"

“I told you everything.”

“You didn’t tell me how tall he is.”

“Why do you care?”

“Because he’s a demon king, I’m curious. What if the situation were reversed? Wouldn’t you be curious if I mentioned that I fought a demon king?”

Rin shakes his head vehemently. "No. I wouldn’t allow him to get close enough to hurt you, so we’d never be in that situation," he confidently declares.

“You really believe that? Because it seems like if he hadn’t lost interest, you’d be dead.” You tease, leaning across the table to pull on his tail. “Just look at how worn out you look after the fight; even with your healing ability, I can still tell you aren’t back to one hundred percent yet.”

Rin reaches back to grab his tail, trying to pull it away from your hand. “Stop, my tail is sensitive,” he protests, struggling to free himself. “Oh, I know. That’s why smart demons keep their tails hidden,” you tease, letting go of his tail.

“Whatever.” He huffs, “Stop bothering me, or our dinner will burn.”

Before you can comment back, your hobgoblin suddenly looks alert and runs from the kitchen. “Wait, where are you going?!” You quickly follow, nearly tripping over yourself while trying to catch up. “Stop!”

The hobgoblin ignores you, leading you to hop around and try to change into your outdoor shoes while attempting to keep them in sight. “Seriously?” you grumble, having to tie your shoes. You should’ve worn the slip-ins today.

Rin and Yukio quickly appear behind you, asking multiple questions. What’s going on? Where are you going? Do you need help? “No, no. It’s fine. I’ll be back soon.” You promise the twins as you fumble out the door.

You catch up to your familiar rather quickly; they’ve paused in front of someone else who appears to have a hobgoblin as well. The sight of the other hobgoblin wearing a harness with an attached chain piques your interest, drawing your gaze to the individual on the other end of the chain.

He speaks before you. “Huh, how did you get through Big Brother’s barrier?” His tone is oddly emotionless, and his expression matches. Your eyes scan his body.

“He was dressed really weird, acted weird, and spoke weird. He had like this horn on top of his head, but it was actually his hair.”

“Green hair; I don’t know what color his eye color. I wasn’t exactly gazing into his eyes while he was punching my face ______.”

Rin’s portrayal of the demon king lingers in your mind. While Rin didn’t give you as many details as you’d like, this demon’s tone, attire, and hair color strongly suggest he is Amaimon. You ignore his question, asking one of your own. “Are you the demon king that used my brother as a punching bag?”

“Brother?” He tilts his head in confusion. He had only heard about the twins. Is there another sibling?

“Adoptive. Shiro took me in a couple of years before the twins. I don’t know how the poor guy kept randomly ending up with kids to raise.”

“You’re a demon.”

“Yeah, I know, thanks. Regarding how I crossed the barrier, Mephisto kindly allowed me to stay with my brothers.” Initially, the plan was simply to stay with Rin. However, after Rin discovered he’s Satan’s son and losing Shiro, you ended up following both to True Cross.

The demon king nods, then pulls something from his pocket. “Big Brother asked me to stop by a bakery.” He holds up a slip of paper as he speaks. “Do you know where this is?"

Your brows raise. “You want me to help you after you beat my poor little brother?”

“I thought he would help my boredom.”

“Okay, fair enough.” You shrug; it isn’t like Rin is critically injured or died. “Which bakery are you trying to get to?”

He hands you the piece of paper that Mephisto had given him earlier. Neatly written on it is an address and details about what Amaimon is supposed to collect. Is this for someone’s birthday? Attached to the note is a receipt for the pick-up, confirming that Mephisto preordered a cake. “It’s on the other side of town.”

“Oh.” He stares blankly at the area you're pointing toward.

I guess he’s beyond lost. “I can walk with you there if you want; it’s about twenty minutes away.”

During your walk, you learn the king is a bit childish, curious about the current time period, odd, and very open. He answers every question you ask.

“What are you doing in Assiah?”

“Big Brother told me to come.”

“Are you going to kill Rin?”

“I’m not supposed to.”

“How long have you been in Assiah?”

“A week.”

Surprisingly, he doesn’t get annoyed by all your questions. He just answers and sometimes asks some of his own.

“Playing with Rin was boring; do you know how to fight?” His eyes scan your body, silently trying to determine whether or not you’d be able to entertain him.

You nod, then slowly shake your head. “Yes, I know how to fight, but I’m not dumb enough to fight a demon king. What if you’re a lot stronger than I anticipated, or I’m a lot weaker than you anticipated? Then it’s over. I’m dead. I’m enjoying life too much to risk that.”

Amaimon looks slightly disappointed with your answer but doesn’t argue.

You arrive at the bakery shortly after; it’s a cozy, tucked-away shop. No cakes are visible, just an array of breads and alternative desserts. The absence of cake displays makes you pause and question if you’ve entered the right place. An older woman with a tray of croissants greets you warmly as you step inside. “Good evening; how can I help you?” You glance at Amaimon, but he’s paying no mind to the woman-; instead, some cream filled pastries have caught his attention.

Noticing that he won't respond, you speak up for him. “We’re here to pick up a cake.” You grasp the slip of paper from Amaimon’s hand; he releases it easily, allowing you to give it to the woman.

She takes it with two hands and scans over the receipt. “Of course, the cake for Sir Faust. Let me grab that for you.”

Amaimon reaches for something in the case as she steps into the back.

"Hold on, Amaimon. Take this.” You reach for a tray and a sheet of wax paper. "First, you need to place this tray down, then cover it with the wax paper like this." As you explain, you pick up some tongs nearby. "Here, use these to pick up the pastry too.”

He is adapting well to his surroundings and follows your guidance without any issues. You appreciate that he remains calm and doesn’t exhibit the annoying, arrogant behavior that some demons do. It’s especially shocking, considering he’s a demon king. After meeting Satan, you had kind of expected other powerful demons to be complete assholes.

He piles the tray with multiple pastries, and if the woman hadn’t returned with a rather large box, you think he might’ve had to use two trays. “Here you are.” The woman smiles warmly. “Would you like those pastries too?”

Amaimon nods, passing the woman a credit card.

You step into an alleyway, trying to map out the city in your head. Not only to help yourself get home but the demon king too. He might get lost again by himself going home.

“Thanks.” Amaimon casually comments while pulling a key from his pocket.

You’re momentarily confused before you realize it’s a magical key. “Mephisto gave you a key? Is it for his house?” Curiosity fills you. Most exorcists have keys, but it depends on your rank for where the key can open.

Amaimon lifts the key. “Big brother said I can go anywhere with it.”

“Anywhere?”

“Yes.”

“So, like, another country?”

“Yes.”

Multiple destinations flash through your mind; you’ve never even been out of Japan. The first location that pops into your mind is Italy, but considering the Vatican is also in Italy, you brush that away. “Hey, could you take me to France? They have a lot of good desserts since you like sweets. Please.” You’re careful to use a half-joking tone. Not wanting to make it awkward, but if he has a key like that. It wouldn’t hurt to ask.

Amaimon stares at you for what feels like forever before slowly nodding. “Okay.”

“Really?! Thank you! Maybe meet here tomorrow around- oh hold on. I need to check the time zones.” You fumble with your phone, quickly pulling up the clock app to find the time. “We’re eight hours ahead of Paris, so maybe, wait, let me do the math.” You tap your fingers against your thumb, double-checking you’ve got the correct answer. “Tomorrow night at nine? Is that okay?”

When he nods, your grin brightens. “I think I love you.” You laugh, hopping on your heels. In just an hour, your night went from ordinary to strange and now amazing. You’re going to give your familiar so many treats when you get home. "Let’s meet here at eight forty-five. Thank you so much." Without a second thought, you lean in and press your lips to his warm cheek. “Ah crap, the boys are probably wondering where I am. I have to go. Bye.”

You take only a few steps away from him when you suddenly stop. Did I just kiss him? You quickly look back, but he’s gone. "Oh well, he’s cute. If he isn’t bothered, it doesn’t matter.”

“I’m cute?”

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