Are We About to Kiss?
Prompt: Reaction to their crush jokingly asking, ‘Are we about to kiss right now?’ Like, when their faces got too close while doing a mundane thing and MC wanted to tease them.
Gender: gn!Reader
A/N: Luke makes a guest appearance in Simeon’s HC.
- Mammon was rummaging through his room, trying to find his missing wallet, while you were there browsing your favorite clothing site to see which outfit to buy for the upcoming dance.
- “Hey, Mammon, what do you think about this outfit?”
- Leaning close to look at your phone screen, he examined the apparel. “That’ll look good on ya!”
- In his excitement, he didn’t notice how close his face had gotten to yours.
- “Mammon, are we about to kiss?” you teased, noticing the proximity.
- He jerked back, a flush creeping up his cheeks. “Wha- No! I mean, unless…ya want to?”
- Seeing your amused smile, Mammon’s confidence wavered, then surged. “Ah, what the heck,” he muttered, closing the gap with a bashful grin. “If it’s you, then I ain’t complainin’.”
- Leviathan was focused on his new favorite game, his room dimly lit by the glow of multiple screens. You were busy sitting on a bean bag beside him, working on a project
- “Levi, do you think this idea is good enough for the project?” You asked, nudging him slightly to get his attention.
- With a sigh, Levi paused his game and turned to look at your notes. “Let’s see what you’ve got,” he mumbled and leaned in close to see the small text on your paper.
- His arm brushed against yours, neither of you realizing how your faces had drawn inches apart in the dim light.
- “Levi, we are close enough to kiss. Do you want to kiss me?” you whispered, half-joking, half-curious about his reaction.
- He froze, his eyes widening as he processed your words. “Huh?! No, no, no, I mean… I-I wouldn’t be opposed, but… are you sure?”
- After a moment of flustered hesitation, Levi’s expression softened, a shy smile forming. “If… if you’re really okay with it, then… I guess I am, too.”
- Satan had invited you to his room for a quiet reading session, but you were there to seek his advice on a tricky essay topic for your RAD assignment.
- “Satan, how do you interpret this passage?”
- He leaned over, his emerald eyes scanning the text closely. “Ah, this is a common misconception. What the author is actually implying is…”
- As he explained the meaning, his focus was entirely on the book, but your focus was on his handsome face. You were almost tempted to caress his silky hair.
- “Satan, do you intend to kiss me?”
- He paused, looking up from the book. When his eyes met yours, a light blush painted his cheeks. “I… had not planned such a deviation from our study. But if you’re inclined…”
- With a soft smile, Satan set the book aside and slowly closed the gap between the two of you.
- Belphegor invited you to nap with him under a cozy blanket in the attic. But the two of you ended up discussing the upcoming meteor shower.
- “Belphie, do you think we’ll be able to see the shooting stars clearly from here?”
- He yawned, shifting closer to you for warmth. “This is the perfect spot. You’ll see, it’s magical.”
- While whispering, he inadvertently nestled closer, his head resting against yours. For a moment, you observed his soft expression as he looked up at the skylight.
- “Belphie, are we about to kiss?”
- He opened his eyes slowly, a lazy, content smile spreading across his face. “Wouldn’t that be a perfect way to wait for the stars?” he murmured, excited at the thought of his lips meeting yours.
- The prince had arranged a private tour of the RAD archives for you to help you gather information for a history project.
- “Diavolo, what’s the significance of this emblem?” You inquired, pointing to an ancient crest embedded in the archive walls.
- With a warm smile, Diavolo stepped closer to explain, his voice filled with passion for his heritage. “This emblem represents the unification of the three realms, a symbol of peace and collaboration.”
- His hand gently guided your shoulder to a better viewing angle, bringing your faces inches apart. But the prince didn’t notice this as he was too immersed in explaining the importance of the emblem.
- Unable to resist the closeness of his handsome face, you whispered. “Diavolo.”
- As soon as he turned his head to you with a bright smile, his eyes widened at the closeness. Giggling, you teased. “So…are we about to kiss?”
- “Would that be your desire?” he responded with a deep and inviting voice, his eyes sparkling. “I am here to make your experience as enjoyable as possible.”
- Barbatos had offered to teach you an exclusive recipe from the royal kitchen due to your curiosity about Devildom cuisine.
- As you stirred the ingredients in a bowl, you curiously asked. “Barb, how do you know when this mixture is ready?”
- Barbatos leaned in, his eyes scrutinizing the mixture. “Observe the texture and color.”
- Seeing your stirring technique a bit off, his hand steadied yours. His body was so close to your back that you could feel the heat seeping through his shirt. Though he remained composed, your cheeks grew red. Moreover, he refused to move as he was too invested in watching you mix the ingredients closely.
- “Barbatos, do you…plan to kiss me?” You giggled.
- He paused and slightly tilted his head. For a moment, his eyes took in your red cheeks while his ears listened to the rapid beating of your heart.
- “If that is your wish, I see no reason to delay such a moment,” he whispered teasingly into your ear.
- For the longest time, you had pestered Solomon about wanting to watch him mix his potions and do magical things. He finally gave in to your wish and invited you to watch him craft a spell. While he was gathering the ingredients, you read through his tomes.
- “Solomon, can your spell really charm anyone?”
- He leaned over your shoulder to look at the words in the tome, his silver hair brushing against your cheek. “Ah, this one is quite unique.”
- He began to flip through the tome to find another spell that would help you understand the first one better. But your eyes were fixed on him as the corners of your lips tugged into a cute smile.
- “Solomon, are we about to kiss?” You playfully asked.
- He paused and stared at your face, only now realizing how close the two of you were. His lips curled into a calm smile. “Would that be an experiment you’re willing to partake in, or do you simply wish to learn if you can charm me without the use of a spell?”
- Lucifer was signing an enormous stack of papers while you were sitting beside him, working on homework.
- “Sorry to disturb you, but Luci, what does this word mean?”
- He leaned closer to you to get a good look at your textbook and confidently replied. “Have I answered your question or-“
- The Avatar of Pride shifted his eyes to you, only now realizing how close he was to your face. He took a moment to gaze into your eyes – beautiful, simply beautiful. It wasn’t often that Lucifer could get this close to you without his brothers attempting to pry you away from him.
- “So…are we about to kiss?”
- Your words surprised him, but his lips tugged up into a mischievous smile. “Is that what you wish for?”
- Without waiting for your reply, Lucifer closed the distance between your faces and whispered against your lips. “Your wish is my command.”
- It was your turn to cook dinner, and you were busy chopping vegetables. Out of all the recipes you could have picked, why did you choose one that required so many veggies? Cooking was tedious enough, but now you were stuck cutting a mountain of greens.
- As a yawn escaped your lips, you closed your eyes but didn’t stop moving the knife.
- “(Y/n), careful!” A strong hand gripped your forearm in the nick of time and prevented the sharp blade from cutting your index finger.
- Opening your eyes, you saw Beel’s face a few centimeters away from yours. The two of you locked gazes for a few minutes as your brain tried to process what was going on. But instead of thanking him for saving your finger, you ended up asking, “Um…are we about to kiss?”
- Beel tilted his head to the side and blinked rapidly. “You were about to hurt yourself, so I stopped you…”
- “You are too innocent, Beel. I was teasing you…you know what, never mind, thanks for saving my precious finger.”
- The Avatar of Gluttony nodded, but he started to regret his reply – a kiss sounded even better to him than an all-you-can-eat buffet.
- Asmo was absentmindedly brushing through his hair and didn’t notice you walk into his room. For a moment, you observed him, wondering if something was bothering him.
- “Asmo?”
- No reply. What was going on? That was not like him at all.
- You walked up behind him, leaned down, and brought your lips close to his ear. “What’s wrong?”
- Even though your question and intentions were innocent, your whisper was enough to make Asmo shiver.
- He turned his head to apologize to you but seeing how close you were to him, the Avatar of Lust froze. Was it just him or did you get even more attractive than before?
- “Why are you looking at me like that? Are you thinking about kissing me?”
- “A kiss? Well, I was planning to verbally confess my feelings for you, but a kiss works, too.”
- Asmo pressed his soft lips against yours with no plans of letting you walk away with just one kiss.
- You were helping the angels bake some sweets in the Purgatory Hall kitchen. Luke left the kitchen to retrieve his phone from his bedroom, leaving you with the older angel.
- “Simeon, my apron is coming loose, so could you please tighten it? Sorry to ask you, but-” You showed him your frosting-covered hands.
- After tightening the knot, he glanced over your shoulder to get a better look at your colorful cookies. The second you turned your head to thank him, your noses touched.
- To your surprise, Simeon didn’t back away; instead, he glanced at you with the softest of looks, admiring how radiant your face looked.
- “Um…are we about to kiss?”
- A hint of red crept on his cheeks as a smile formed on his lips, “I would like that.”
- Just as your lips brushed against his, Luke flung the door open, “Sorry it took so long!”
- You and Simeon immediately pulled away, turning your faces in opposite directions.
- “Did something happen?” The young angel asked, concerned, “Your faces are really red…are the two of you sick?”