A certain someone was feeling blue, so I rush-drew her this… Hope you cheer up a bit, dear!
This inspired me. :D so guess what?
FIC TIME! >:D
Tim had always admired Jason.
Even though he’s a demon.
One of Hell’s finest.
Angels and demons don’t get along. It’s an unwritten rule.
And in their power-saving forms, neither of them can do much to the other aside from small, simple spells.
Tim isn’t even angry at the demon for splashing them with that sealing potion. It will wear off in a few hours. But because of it, Tim finally can do what he’s wanted to do without fearing deadly repercussions.
His tiny feathered wings flap a bit as his floats next to Jason. The dark being is glaring at him, snapping insults, but Tim ignores it.
He dives in and pecks Jason on the cheek.
Jason is still, eyes wide and a blush suddenly spreads on his cheeks. Tim’s lips don’t leave Jason’s cheek for a moment, smiling against the skin. But he eventually pulls away, just noticing his hands were clinging to the sleeve of the t-shirt the demon is wearing.
Tim smiles brightly at the demon who is staring at him.
And he yelps when he’s suddenly tackled by him.
They wrestle for a bit, until Tim finds his face cuddled against Jason’s neck. The older man is holding him tightly and Tim blushes at the contact.
“You stupid angel.”
And warm lips press a kiss to his forehead.