Hollywood Undead Lemons/Fluffs (_______×Reader)

Ying and Yang - (Demon) Johnny 3 Tears × (Angel) Reader (Fluff) Part 1

Your P.O.V.

8 years ago:
I just got assigned to be a guardian angel to a new person. The Boss himself called me in to give me the new job. The person's name is Ava and she's just a little girl. She had lost her mom, and now, a few years later, she lost her dad as well. Now she's staying with her dad's sister and her husband, who take good care of her, but Ava still struggles and cries herself to sleep every night. She starts 4th grade today.

Present:
I'm watching as she walks in for her first day of her senior year in high school. It's crazy how fast they grow up and how attached you get to them. Ava made it to her first period class without getting lost.

"Hello. You must be (your name)."

I whip around to see who is speaking to me. Standing right behind me is a tall demon wearing his hat backwards. His dark eyes watched me skim over him top to bottom. He had a bunch of tattoos, but the 3 on his throat was the one that really caught my eye.

"Are you (your name), or do I have the wrong angel?" he asked again.

"O-oh, I am (your name). And you are.....?"

"Most know me as Johnny 3 Tears or J3T, but you can call me George," he introduced himself with a warm smile.

He held out his hand to me to shake. I took it out of instinct, but pulled it back quickly, my flesh hurt from the contact.

"Sorry, I forgot you were an angel. It was just old habit," he nervously apologized.

"It's okay. I forgot too." I nervously giggle. "So, why are you looking for me?"

"If I have the right person, you're watching over my little girl. Her name is Ava."

"Yeah. I'm watching over her. Who are you to her?"

"I'm her dad."

I take a step back. "No way."

He nods.

. . . . .

We watched over Ava together all day and talked about her life and shared funny stories.

It's 11:30 now and we sat on the roof right above Ava's room. We talked a bit more. Soon, a comfortable silence settled between us, in the inappropriately small amount of space between us and he touched my cheek gently, sending shoots of pain from the area. I wince and turn my head more to break the contact.

"I'm sorry, I'm such a dumbass."

"It's okay. It wasn't on purpose."

Just then, he slowly leaned in to kiss me. I have no idea what possessed me, but I leaned in too and met his lips. This contact didn't hurt. He reached up with both hands and held my cheeks, but this time it didn't hurt. Both my arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. His lips slowly separated mine and his tongue slowly crossed the boundary, almost as if I would get freaked out and pull back at any moment. I didn't. My tongue reached out to meet his, instead.

After a few minutes, we pulled back and stared at one another. I layed down and looked up at the stars, thinking over what happened. I glanced back up at him, wondering why his touch didn't hurt me anymore as his fingers interlocked with mine and he layed back with me.

We have a connection now (your name). It came from the kiss.

I looked at George, completely startled.

Yes, it's me. I have to say that in the day that we've known each other, I fell in love with you. I fell so hard and I want to call you my girlfriend. What do you say?

"I need time to think on that. But what we have is undeniable."

Thank you for at least considering a relationship with me.

I glanced over as he sat up and untangled his hand from mine, and when I blinked, he was gone.

(To Be Continued)