Hi! It said requests were open so here is one. So pretty much how the brothers would react to an MC who says "I love you" after they had helped them with something. Thats something I do regularly, like someone helps them and they respond with "Oh my gosh I love you, thank you so much!" Cause. Affection. Idk, i just found the idea to be cute.
This is such a cute idea! I hope I pulled it off okay, for some reason Belphie’s is a bit angsty because I like pain I guess, but most of it is fluff! Thank you for your suggestion! 💜
Lucifer
He openly admitted it caught him off guard at first. What he will never admit is how harshly the air escaped from his lungs. Or how quickly his mind went blank at the words.
He had simply brought MC some tea, noticing how hard they had been studying. Working day and night to try to catch up and understand topics demons themselves had spent decades learning. He was proud of them for working so hard. He settled the tea down by them, watching them beam with appreciation.
“Is that for me?”
Their question elicited an amused hum from him. “Is there anyone else in here?”
They wrapped their fingers around it excitedly, entirely grateful. “Ugh, thank you, I love you, I needed this.”
He had been lucky he settled the teacup down before they spoke. Had it remained in his hands, he most assuredly would’ve dropped it, or spilt the contents at the very least. He was not prepared at all. They hadn’t been down here nearly long enough to fall in love with him, right? Was he that alluring? He must’ve done something wrong, he was sure he had been focused solely on being intimidating. He didn’t remember doing anything in particular to elicit such a response. He was flattered, but...maybe--surely-- he had heard incorrectly.
“You…” He blinked a few times as he shoved his emotions into the back of his mind, the silent screaming in his head muffled by his usual calm exterior. “..love me?”
MC covered their mouth with their hands, recognizing his confusion no matter how hard he tried to hide it. “No, no!”
Well now he was a bit irritated, and secretly disappointed even. Were they playing a joke on him?
They stammered and turned more in their seat to look at him. “What I mean is, I just kinda use the term ‘I love you’ as a general term, not an…” They blushed, “..intimate one. I say it all the time to people, I’m really sorry for confusing you. I’ll try not to say it as casually.”
It was a bit unusual to hear something like that thrown around so often, it reminded him of his days in the Celestial Realm, love thrown around at the drop of a hat. The Devildom was a lot less...affectionate. He shook his head, any sign of his surprise now completely gone from view. “Don’t change a harmless habit like that for me, I just wasn’t expecting it. I’ll know now for the future.”
It takes him quite a while to get used to it, taking every ounce of concentration not to blush whenever MC says that they love him. Once he does get used to it, he’s fond of it and may or may not continually go out of his way to perform some simple gesture to encourage them to say it to him more often. It takes even longer after that for him to finally respond with “I love you too” making them stop dead in their tracks, heart fluttering, mouth ajar, much like he did that first day when he brought them a simple cup of tea. He relished the look on their face.
How such a human stirred up these feelings within him is beyond his understanding.
Mammon
He was an open mess when MC first expressed it to him. He’d done what? Just find a pretty rock on the ground? It was shiny and smooth, surely worth a fortune, but when he went to see how much it was worth, it was declared utterly worthless. So he gave it to MC--but only because it was useless okay?! It’s not like he likes MC or anything, that’s not what this is about. Obviously.
He handed it over, acting casual, like it was nothing. Their eyes lit up at it, watching it glint mesmerizing colors in the moonlight, reacting like it might as well have been a diamond. “Whaaat, it’s so cool, I love you, thank you!”
“Don’t say I never do anything for-” It had taken a few seconds to process, but once he realized the words that had come out of their mouth, he went frozen. Rigid. His other brothers might’ve called it a miracle. His jaw was open, his glasses had somehow slipped to the end of his nose, threatening to fall off. He didn’t even blink.
“I’m sorry, I guess demons aren’t quite used to that huh? I use it as a friendly term, I used to say it to my friends all the time back home.”
He was still as stone for a good long time, gradually building up the concern in MC’s chest the more he was reactionless. Had they broken him? Once he finally gathered his one erratic brain cell in order, it was like someone hit a sudden unpause. He quickly puffed out his chest with both his hands on his hips. The explanation they gave him went in through one ear and out the other, as he was still focused on the ‘I love you’.
“Don’t freak me out like that, human, but of- of course if you were to love someone, it’d be me, eh? I don’t blame you, it would be hard to resist the Great Mammon.”
He’ll get a big head about it, strutting around, bragging to anyone who would listen--not that he gave them a say on the matter--that MC expressed they loved him. Doesn’t matter if there were romantic intentions or not, MC loved him, and he wouldn’t let it go. He’ll ignore the fact that MC will say that to most anyone.
“Yeah, well, when they say that about me, it’s different!” Or he’ll put on an act. “Yeah? Not like I care about some dumb human!”
The more he takes time to know MC, the more possessive he acts, and he gets a little bent out of shape anytime MC says ‘I love you’ so casually to anyone other than him. Mostly because he’s greedy for it, he wants those words to be his and his alone. He wants MC to be his...and his alone.
“Oi, MC, you can’t just go saying that to anyone...It’s our thing...you know?” He’ll get endlessly teased about it by everyone in the household, but no matter how much he gets pestered about it, he still wants to hear MC say it.
Only if things get romantic between them, will he be vulnerable with MC. Whenever they’re alone, he’ll get in close, melting against MC’s touch. With MC he can feel these strange and addicting feelings. With his hidden insecurities coming to light, he’ll ask MC the same question every night. “You love me, right? Like...love love me?...I...love love you too.”
Levi
MC had been convinced they gave the poor boy an actual heart attack. Although, to be perfectly fair, almost anything MC does puts Levi in a tizzy. It’s not their fault, he’s just sensitive.
They had been playing games together, nothing too unusual. Together, MC and Levi, the Best Friend Duo, battled an intense match against other real players. It had been close, but with both of their talents combined (admittedly Levi doing a lot of impressive carrying) they managed to strike victorious.
MC felt a rush, their head tingling a bit. They had been on the edge of their seat the whole time, positively exhilarated when they won. “Whoo! That was all thanks to you, Levi! I love you!”
First, MC heard the controller clatter out of his hands. They turned to look at him, his face went completely red, his eyes flicking back and forth out of control, not focusing on anything in particular. He had a hand clutching over his chest. Then to add on top of that, he completely collapsed.
“Levi!” MC’s shout was loud enough to bring some of his other brothers to check the commotion. After a short examination, they declared that Levi was fine, just dazed and lightheaded, although the color in his face refused to go away for quite some time.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, I meant it in a friendly way.”
He’ll end up locking himself in his room for days on end after the event, trying to wrap his head around how ‘I love you’ and ‘friendly’ could ever be even remotely the same. That’s not how it’s supposed to go! It’s supposed to be like...like in fiction where both of the love interests are alone, finally having the chance to meet up under a pretty sky, possibly under strenuous circumstances beyond their control, inevitably forcing them to admit their feelings!
He’ll get over it, he always does, but when he comes back he finds out MC now deliberately avoids saying ‘I love you’ to him. They meant it for his own safety, truly, but his Envy is now rubbing away at his normal shy personality.
It'll get to the point where he can’t hold back anymore. “How come you tell everyone else you love them but me!”
“Because last time...you collapsed, and then went MIA for almost a week! I didn’t want to hurt you anymore. Is this not what you wanted?”
He ends up using his arm to cover his burning face. “I...I...I...I…” After several more consecutive ‘I’s, Levi finally tells MC that he didn’t want to be treated differently, he wanted MC to tell him that they loved him too. “Because I...lo..lo...lov...I appreciate you, MC!”
MC will chuckle a little, giving him one of his favorite headpats. “I love you too, Levi.” He doesn’t collapse this time, but feels his knees get a little weak. He refuses to remove his arm from his face because now there are fresh tears flooding from his eyes that he doesn’t want MC to see. He loves them too, so much his physical body can’t handle it. Even if he doesn’t have the courage yet to say it, he’ll tell them one day.
Satan
He’s quite angry with himself for how he reacted, which isn’t a huge surprise. He does wish he would’ve handled it better, but he had no idea those three words would be sprung on him so suddenly.
He’s usually quite down to earth, but not even the many romance novels he’s read--and if you tell anyone that he reads gushy romance novels, he will kill you--had prepared him for this. Where was the buildup, the slow rising passion before the eventual confession? Despite occasional temper tantrums and pranking tendencies, he’s truly an old soul. He’s a ‘my dearest, shall we take a stroll, and perhaps, should our shoulders brush, would you permit me a show of boldness, of passion, I dream for the day our fingers intertwine’ kinda guy. So MC’s ‘I love you’ was many chapters early for him.
He’d crossed paths with MC near the front door to the House of Lamentation. MC had just gotten back from RAD, being kept by Diavolo himself. Every one and a while, after classes, Diavolo personally checks up on them to discuss the program. Meanwhile, the demon of wrath was just on his way out, a full stack of books in his arms.
“Hey, Satan, where’re you off to?” MC attempted to catch his gaze behind the many tomes stacked against his chest.
“Ah, off to return these books back to the Library.” Some hair fell before his face, but with the absence of free hands, he utilized a puff of air from his mouth to blow the strands away.
“I see, be safe then, love you!”
The words caught him off guard, and with his focus distracted, his foot caught against an unfortunate crack in the pathway. He tumbled, the books in his arms scattering themselves all over the front yard. MC turned and attempted to help, but with Satan’s panicked scramble, he ended up smacking his head against MC’s.
“My-uh-apologies-I-” He stuttered while he frantically tried picking up the books, only to have some continue to slip from his arms.
“Here, use my bag,” MC opened the backpack that had been around their shoulders. It was already full of some textbooks and assignments, but it was enough to lessen some of the struggle. He gave them a small thank you as he slung the bag over his shoulder, the remaining stragglers tucked under his arm. He waited till MC went back into the house, and then he angrily tore the front gate off its hinges. He looked like such an idiot just now.
He knows MC means not much of it other than general affection, once he thinks about it. Alongside Lucifer, anytime MC now says it, he’ll act unaffected by it. The truth is, the never ending rage burning beside him magically subsides anytime those words fall from their lips.
If he works softly and intelligently enough, perhaps he’ll have forged a tight enough bond where MC can say it for real, and the fire in his soul can find some peace.
Asmo
Honestly, despite his over dramatizations and flamboyant nature, he’s the least affected out of all the brothers. Trust him, he’s had plenty of demons try to crawl their way back to him after a night of fun, insisting that they’re in love with him. So, he’s heard it a lot, and it’s not his favorite. That being said, he discovered that MC is probably the only one he’ll tolerate the dreaded L word with.
He’d sat there, working on MC’s nails, giving them one of his—as he calls it—Asmo-tastic manicures. MC appreciates the pampering, even if Asmo uses it mostly as an excuse to hold hands and get close to the human.
When Asmo was complete, MC looked down at their newly soft hands with beautifully decorated nails, feeling a bit closer to the demons now that they had matching manicures. “It’s beautiful, Asmo, I love you, thanks!”
His chest did flutter a bit, and he let out a stream of giddy giggles as he pressed MC into him for a hug. “MC, you’re so cute, I can’t take it!”
He had sworn to himself that he wouldn’t use the words ‘I love you’ ever, no matter what, but if MC was using it so casually, why can’t he, it didn’t mean much of anything right? He quickly turns a 180 on the idea, and says it as often to MC as he can.
“Bye, MC, love you, dear! You’re wearing the outfit I gave you? I love you!” But his new form of affection is now not just centered towards the human, it’s now directed towards his brothers as well. No one is safe. “You’re giving me this, Lucifer? I love you! Beel, a snack for me? I love you!”
He’s such a hype man, and the affection spreading throughout the House of Lamentation by his and MC’s hand is infectious. Even if they don’t mean to, simply Asmo’s added influence has the brothers saying ‘I love you’ to each other more often, which has led to plenty of entertaining moments. Mammon said it once to Lucifer on accident, which admittedly filled the eldest with a bit of pride, especially at seeing Mammon’s mortified face. Beel and Belphie have no problem saying it between themselves, although it leaves them softer than they had been in a while. But perhaps the most shocking of them all was when Lucifer sleepily mumbled it to Satan, who then parroted it back to him without thinking. Both were a bit flustered, but Satan was so angry about it he wanted to tear both Lucifer’s and his own tongue out. The two refuse to talk about it, but they were both a little softer to each other that week.
But why are we talking about the others? This should be all about Asmo! You know how when someone continually says something out of irony after a while they end up speaking it unironically? That’s what was happening to Asmo, much to his confusion and unfortunately his fear. He had never...loved someone before, not in a romantic way, it was too much commitment, it was too much...emotion. But the more he continued telling MC he loved them...the more he started to believe it. The more he noticed the little things about them that he couldn’t get enough of. So one day, he stopped saying ‘I love you’ altogether.
MC met with him in private, concerned over his new out of character action. “Asmo? What’s wrong, I noticed you’ve been...distant, which isn’t like you.”
Of course they would notice, they always did. “Oh...MC...I…” For once, he was actually shy, covering up his own beautiful face to hide, an incomprehensible action. He could barely speak, he was so...scared? “MC I think...I...I think I love you.”
Beel
He was second place in the ‘staying calm’ category when MC said it. He’s a family man, loving those around him is in his nature. So hearing MC say those words, he merely took it as a family thing, and he was all too happy to bring MC into the family.
He noticed MC had been looking just a bit run down, and so, he shared a single snack with them. They practically glowed, looking up at him with a heart-melting smile. “Thanks Beel, I love you, thank you!”
Suddenly the food he was eating tasted ten times better, and he had been fully convinced for a while that it was some magic spell MC put on him. He almost ends up crying. Honestly, it’s been such a long time since he’s heard words like those. He didn’t realize how starved he was for affection. He pulls them into a tight hug that lasts for several minutes. He let them go eventually, but only because he needed hands to eat. He continued to scarf down the mouth-watering food, although the ache in his stomach wasn’t as pronounced as it had been.
He ends up giving MC a little snack anytime they say ‘I love you’, because he finds them adorable, and his way of reciprocating affection is with food. He loves MC immensely, so it’s only natural he shares his favorite things with them. Only, he was unaware that he was more or less training MC and himself by doing this. In fact, it was unbeknownst to everyone save Satan, who is very aware of what Pavlov’s Theory is. Satan doesn’t say anything though, he wants to see how this plays out.
The more MC says ‘I love you’ the more they get rewarded by Beel, and the demon has now conditioned himself by associating food with MC’s tenderness and endearment. MC steadily increases the time they spend with the demon of gluttony, almost stuck to his side as often as Belphie. MC finds they can’t help but smother him with love and affection, which Beel can’t get enough of since gluttony is his sin. And Beel discovered that he always has some sort of treat on hand that he refuses to touch because it’s MC’s.
The day MC finally caught on was the day Satan finally intervened. He himself spent some private time with MC, and, much like Beel had for a while now, he gave MC an unsolicited treat.
They hardly looked at him as they instinctively stated, “I love you!” Then ended up pausing for a long time. Satan teased them mercilessly before he explained, and MC felt their entire body grow hot with embarrassment. However, they took this opportunity to do something for Beel in return. They prepared a big meal for him, texting him to bring him down into the dining room, just for the two of them. His eyes grew wide at the sight of the banquet, but for once, his first instinct wasn’t to eat. He wrapped MC tightly in his arms, tears almost streaming down his face. MC’s presence seemed to satiate him almost as well as a twelve course meal.
“I love you, MC! I love you so much!”
Belphie
As shocking as it is, Belphie reacted the most severely. Which if you actually take the time to think about it, probably isn’t that surprising at the end of the day. It was the last thing he expected to hear, especially after everything that happened.
All he had done was run into MC in the hall. Lucifer had called Light’s Out and anyone who didn’t want to be punished would be heading straight to bed. Since he sleeps all day, he was fairly awake at this hour, not to mention recently he had felt annoyingly restless. Finally free to roam the house like he wished left him wandering and wanting. There was still something he needed, but he wasn’t sure what. MC stepped past him to get to their room, already looking exhausted, a large yawn escaping their lungs.
“Heading to bed?” They asked him, and he still found it difficult to bring his eyes up to theirs.
“Maybe soon.” He acted nonchalant.
MC rubbed their eyes, gently touching his shoulder as they passed. “Okay, love ya, get some good rest.”
He was grateful MC had immediately walked into their room, because he wasn’t prepared for how extreme his body would react. He found the energy upholding his legs went missing, and he had to lean against the closest wall to keep from crumpling to the ground. He continued to try to trick himself into believing he didn’t care. They were a human, he didn’t care, why would he care? Why should he feel guilty for everything he’d done? He was a demon, a monster, he’d embraced that when he fell, or he thought he did. But...being around MC...it made him feel like he was back in the Celestial Realm, filled with hope, with love, something he was sure he’d never truly feel again.
He recalled before the inevitable fall what his dear sister had told him before his life had been shattered before his eyes. “Remember Belphie, I love you.”
He couldn’t hold himself up any longer, clutching his pillow to his chest as the hole in his heart he had filled with sleep and anger crumbled away. He pressed his face deep into the fluff of the cushion as he sobbed. His heart felt like it was stinging like wounds often do when they’re cleaned and healing. It hurt. It threatened to break him. He had tried avoiding feelings. How could MC be so nice to him after everything? What had he done to deserve it?
Beel, influenced by the magical connected emotions to his twin, left everything he had been eating behind to come get him immediately. The intense pounding in his chest worried him to no end, he needed to find Belphie now. He found the demon of sloth curled up on the floor of the hallway, convulsing and shaking from violently crying. Beel hated seeing his beloved brother like this, but on the inside he was secretly thankful. He knew Belphie couldn’t keep acting like nothing mattered, it wasn’t healthy. He was finally coming to terms with everything, opening the door to finally, after all this time, being able to move on.
The next time the human sees the youngest brother, they see that he’s a little more aware, maybe not quite awake, but mindful of the people around him. For once, he talks about what he’s going to do in the future, looking forward instead of repeating broken events of the past. He finds that being around MC, if they’ll let him, helps the feeling in his ribs hurt a bit less, that the personality he thought had been locked up was starting to escape. Life itself matters a bit more than it used to. He has to be ready though, because he can’t afford to cry in front of his brothers the next time MC tells him ‘I love you’. Even if they think nothing by it, it means more than the world to him. But as always, he’ll act apathetic about it.
He’s working on it though, and all because MC showed him a bit of kindness despite his unforgivable actions. All he needed was a bit of love.
“Inuchiyo! Inuchiyo!” She yelled as she ran through the crowd. His usual bright colored kimono was nowhere to be seen today. Eventually, her steps paused at the never ending flood of people.
“Where is he?!” she huffed.
Then, her eyes caught sight of the distinct lilac robes she’s known since childhood. Relief coursed through her body and despair left in the form of an exhale. There stood the boy she’s known since she couldn’t see above the shop’s kitchen counters; since she first learned how to cook; since she first felt love for another person.
But her first love wasn’t Inuchiyo. No, it was a boy from a neighboring restaurant who sought her out in hopes of stealing her family’s recipes. However, the relationship never furthered into something more. Inuchiyo might have had a part in ending their coupling because, true to his name, Inuchiyo acted more like a guard dog than an older brother whenever the boy was around. Alas, she was too caught up in the rosy hue of love to notice, to realize. Now, however, she knows and she won’t let him live in the background any longer.
Thus, when her calloused hands grab the back of his shoulder, wrinkling the prestigious robes of a samurai, her grip tightened at the reminder. Inuchiyo jumped at the sudden touch until he noticed the owner behind the act. His gaze softened at the sight of her, flushed cheeks and all. Lips moved to form her name, but she interrupted with a shout.
“Inuchiyo! It’s you. It’s always been you. Whenever I need someone to sit and bare my feelings to or try my new dishes, even if they didn’t turn out right, you’re there. You know when I need help and show up whenever you can. You’ve always made me your priority and even though I couldn't say the same for a while, now I’ve realized. You’re always number one. Even with all the available guys around here and your other samurai friends in Owari, it’s always been you. I’m sorry I couldn’t realize this sooner. I hope you can forgive me because you love me, right?”
She ends her speech with a shy smile and for a second Inuchiyo is frozen. Her smile almost falters at his lack of reaction until she notices the ruddy hue growing on his cheeks. So, she laughs under her breath and rests her head against his chest. Maybe a public confession wasn’t the best idea for her easily embarrassed childhood friend, childhood friend now lover.
Notes: It started off as a cutesy couple fight and then somehow devolved into borderline angst. I have a talent for that, apparently
Sarutobi Sasuke
Samurai Love Ballad: Party
You’re completely aware that you’re acting childish.
You’re also completely aware that mashing up the herbs in your mortar in a visibly aggressive way is not going to make the hulking presence behind you disappear.
(Not that it matters. Not that you want him to actually disappear, because isn’t that how this all started anyway?)
“I’m sorry, alright?” He sighs heavily, and the telltale clink behind you says that he’s folded up his fuuma shuriken and set it down, as if that would make him less intimidating, more sincere almost. He comes around to sit at your side, facing you but still maintaining a respectable distance.
“So you’ve said.” You reply acidly. Carefully you resume your mashing, avoiding looking at him the entire time. You have a feeling if you look him in the eye, you’re going to wind up either punching him or kissing him - neither of which are particularly feasible options at the moment.
“I am!” He digs a hand into his hair, making a spectacular mess of the ponytail at the crown of his head. “And - we talked about this before, right?”
“We talked about how you have the habit of running off. And how it’s up to me to stop you - but you didn’t even give me that chance this time, you just… left.” Damn. Your voice is beginning to shake now - from anger or from holding back tears, you aren’t quite sure. You aren’t exactly eager to find out, either.
“Hey - look at me?” Sasuke pleads, and when you don’t comply, he gently traps your jaw with rough, calloused fingers and turns your face to his.
“There,” he says, voice low as it rumbles with apology. “Don’t be mad? I’m sorry. I won’t - no. Next time, you’ll stop me.”
It’s like all the fight flees from your body. Resigned, you lean into his touch, laying one of your hands over his. “I love you, Sasuke.”
His eyes warm at your confession. It’s far from the first time he’s heard it, but it still makes him light up. You almost feel bad, considering what you’re about to say next, but it has to be said - for your sanity, least of all. “Though as much as I do, there might be one day where I won’t be chasing after you anymore.”
Something flashes across his face - fear, maybe. Then his features settle into something willful and determined, and he brushes his thumb against your cheek, making you feel like something precious, and your chest begins to ache. “Then I’ll just have to fight that much harder to keep you, won’t I?”
The words are so gallant, so much like the Sasuke you met when you were little that you suddenly find it difficult to look him in the eye. “Well, let’s make sure it doesn’t come to that in the first place.”
“Deal,” he says gladly, and the kiss he drops to your temple feels like a promise.
(because I just have way too many feels right now - Ella)
Kenshin- the mysterious guy that’s always bored, whether it’s in class or at the party. Funny thing is, he never complains about being bored when you two are doing homework together.
Masamune- that guy that wants to be cool, but doesn’t realize he already is. Has a different story everytime people ask him about his eye- no one knows the truth. And he’s always trying to impress you and it’s sooo cute.
Nobunaga- that smug guy you meet that probably gave you “the nod” and looked you up and down and immediately turned you off. But he’s actually pretty sweet, helping kids tie their shoes and walking grannies across the street, so then you just gotta get to know what makes this guy tick.
Sasuke- pretty much, just Sasuke? But not a ninja, lol, probably a GA in science classes for you to swoon over. One day in lab he sees you nerding out over astrophysics and later hears you mention your love for Japanese history- now you have his attention.
Ieyasu- that guy in class that you think can’t stand you, then one day when you’re out sick he shows up with chicken noodle soup and gives you all his notes from class. He proceeds to watch reruns of your favorite show to make sure you don’t feel lonely.
Hideyoshi- your hot friend, that also acts like a mom and holds your hair when you drink too much and end up puking, but you have a total crush on and must endure a deep seated unrequited love with.
Mitsunari- cute, innocent, oblivious, studious student. Has to have someone explain everything to him, makes for very awkward conversations. Everyone is jealous because you’re the only person who’s name he can remember.
Shingen- probably that hot, super sweet GA that flirts with you and you have a massive crush on but think he’s probably way out of your league. Then when you’re done with finals one day, he sends you a text asking to hang out.
Yukimura - he’s that guy who’s mean because he likes you, and he doesn’t know how to handle feelings. One day he sees you when he’s playing frisbee so he throws it to you thinking he’s being friendly and accidentally gives you a black eye.
Kennyo- he’s probably from a rival school, sneaks over to steal a mascot or play a prank, finds you plugging away in the library one night, chucks his plans for shenanigans and invites you out for pizza when he hears your stomach growl.
Edit- I forgot Mitsuhide! Wow! What was I doing?
Mitsuhide- he’s the most aggravating troll GA ever, you always wonder why he makes quizzes so difficult and he’s almost always there eavesdropping. Turns out he’s merely sniffing out cheaters on group projects and take home tests.
Hideyoshi - “It’s fine. Everything’s fine. Oh, gods where’s Nobunaga? Do you think he’s ok? Do you need a snack? I have water too. And a juice box in case your blood sugar drops.”
Kenshin- *pushes every button six times* “What-the-ever-living-fuck!?!?”
Sasuke- *picks up the emergency phone and calls the dispatcher* “They’ll have it fixed soon. But I know how to crawl through the elevator shaft if you want…”
Shingen- *kabedons you in the corner* “Now is as good as ever a time to make out.” (I don’t blame you if you mace Creepy McCreeperson right now)
Kennyo- *slaps a sutra on it* “This is wrong on so many levels.”
Yukimura - *incoherent creaming* “OMG there’s zombies outside I’m sure of it! I have to pee … oh god…I need a paper bag…”
Mitsunari- *does not notice the elevator stopped 34 mins ago as his nose is buried in a book*
Nobunaga - *stands there eating konpeito like popcorn* “Want some?” *Hideyoshi comes over the intercom to tell him there’s a security camera in the elevator and Nobu needs to put that candy down now!*
Mitsuhide- “I love you so much.” *you think it’s odd but you never know so you tell him you love him too* *he points to the Bluetooth in his ear and mouths* “My fiancée.” Ah, shit.
Pairing: Keiji/MC
Rating: NSFW
Word Count: ~4,200
Summary: Keiji is a flirt, all the more so when drunk. But sometimes, just sometimes, his kisses carry a smidge of sincerity behind them.
Author’s Notes: This… pure, unadulterated fluff is a present for @wingcinna!! I can’t wait for you guys to see what she drew for me in exchange for this, because it’s AMAZING!!! Special thanks go to @be-my-prince for being the best brainstorm buddy ever and, uh, Frank Sinatra. I swear, I can’t write jack shit without music, and Keiji just wasn’t flowing whatsoever until I put Frank on, so… really, he deserves to get the majority of the credit for this.
dededos
baratheonpilled
jacobvanloon
jbbartram-illu
kaledo-art
discoholicmusic
