One Shots

Amaimon X Reader

You were all alone, when he first saw you. You usually took walks throughout the forests to relax. People told you continuously that it was dangerous but you found that no 'monster' was really so vicious as long as you weren't vicious first. You were petting one of the Hob Goblins, smiling lightly as it purred at you. It was gross, really, but somehow when you looked into it's eyes you could see some kind of humanity in it.
Somehow in the next couple of seconds, you were knocked out and woken up in a completely different room that didn't seem to have an exit. You were horrified, the walls were a horrible colour and all of the decorations put together made it look like some kind of Alice in Wonderland Doll House. When you laid eyes on him, you were beyond angry, but when you met his eyes through your yelling and saw humanity, you decided to opt to give him the cold shoulder instead.

"I brought you here because I want you to be my Queen." He began, and you could feel his eyes boring into you, who laid on the large bed facing the wall.
"Hello? Would you at least tell me your name?"
You didn't reply, glaring at the wall.
"My name is Amaimon, I'm the Earth King. But you probably already knew that because your a first class exorcist, aren't you?"
"Why are you so nice to the demon creatures in the forest?"
"Hello?"
"Would you like some candy?"

Turns out, the cold shoulder only made you more annoyed, so you gave short answers to his questions and eventually began to see how he actually did want you to be his Queen - he wanted the best for you, and he showed it by giving you three meals a day, lots of candy (even if you didn't eat it), stuffed animals and any type of drink you wanted. He bought you new clothes, even though some of them were awful, he learned quickly what you liked and what you didn't.

"Why can't I leave?" You asked about a week later, "Why trap me here?"
"Because I was afraid you'd run away before you got to know me." He exclaimed, swirling his lollipop around in his mouth, "You did yell really loudly when you first woke up here."
"Yeah, that's because you kidnapped me."
"But I made sure you weren't hurt." He shrugged.
You sighed, ducking your head in defeat. He would probably never get it, so what's the point?

You would spend the days watching him play with random things, listen to him talk about his brother and watch him eat human junk food. You believe he knew that you still didn't like him very much, he was only tolerable to you. You wouldn't let him touch you - the first time he tried you had a bit of frustrated fit and so he didn't dare come closer than three feet of you. It was then that you learned that he wouldn't ever want to hurt you, but you also got worried that he would like you more because you were so fierce with him, because you weren't afraid.

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A month after your kidnapping, you began to get terrible cramps, and it was the first time you saw him worried. You knew your period was coming, and you gave him a list of things you desperately needed, and he got them in the next five minutes. It was great that you weren't bleeding all over his things because he cared about what you needed - no matter how weird - but he still wasn't happy about your pain.
"How do I make it stop?" He asked.
"You don't." You groaned in reply, "You have to wait it out."
"I want to make it stop." He sighed.
"Yeah, you and me both." You blinked, wondering what he was doing, you dared to turn around and risk another wave of pain to watch him.
You snorted, catching his attention. You couldn't help the sudden laughter at the sight of him sniffing one of your pads that he probably took to experiment with because he's obviously never seen one before. You couldn't stop laughing, and so Amaimon dropped the pad on the floor and stood from his cross legged position on the floor, taking a step toward you.
"Did I make it stop?"
"Yes, Amaimon, you made the pain go away." You giggled.
"I made you laugh?" He asked, his eyes lighting up.
You pursed your lips in an attempt not to burst out laughing again, nodding at how oddly funny the situation was.