Tomtord Oneshots (Discontinued)

Angel/Demon AU (Version 2) (Fluff/Angst)

Warnings- cussing, memories of abuse, making out

- Narrator's POV -
In a world where you can be the living being of the protector of all things wonderful or you can be the defender of all things hell. Never by choice, though. The bond between good and evil is so strong that as a being you can be perceived as the middle. Stories flood the internet when a celebrity shows their wings and head accessories for the first time. Rumors fly about people who are comfortable with their being. Lies flood the Earth with assumptions if someone is an angel or demon. Through all this man-made chaos, love blooms between people. People get frustrated when they have to pay taxes. There is still tragedy and beauty. That's why you need the protectors and defenders in place. Not to tear the other apart, but to help keep that human balance. The most important human emotion that threatens the definitions of beauty and tragedy? Love.

- Tom's POV -
   "Hey guys," I grumbled through the chaos of the TV. Tord looked especially horrid, I mean when does he not? I grabbed some alcohol looking at the TV show. The caption read of some new celebrity who was found out to be an angel. Whatever, not a big deal. "Fucking hell, why can't they talk about something interesting?" First time I could agree with him. Well, not first. I would never admit that out loud though. I fell back onto the couch, flipping through the channels. "I hate this." "Ok, mister pessimistic." He got the middle finger in his face. "Fuck you. Fuck your life. Fuck the ground you stand on." He chuckled at my frustration sitting next to me. "Aww. You know you love me." (That's it. The oneshot is is complete.) I hummed in annoyance, grabbing a random horror movie and putting it in. I went back to the couch, being forced to sit next to Tord when Edd and Matt joined us. I started to get anxious at the thought of watching a horror movie. It wasn't about the horror movie being frightening. It's just the though that it might be. The thought of watching something that is supposed to frighten you for weeks on end. On the first jump scare, Edd's scream ripped the air. We all laughed, except for Edd. Edd was frightened. Soon we watched one movie. Then a next, another one after that. Most of them were overly predictable. Soon it was twelve o' clock and we were watching another thriller, or horror whichever you prefer to call it, movie. This one wasn't as predictable as the rest, I admit. In all honesty, it was about a kid who lost his parents to a drug dealer. (Not talking about an idea I had about a year ago, totally.) That lead to shit. It reminded me of my parents. I like to think of them as a pineapple and bowling ball to keep their real personalities hidden. Everyone loves pineapples and bowling balls. No one likes death or blood. Demons hate angels, angels hate demons. Arranged marriages lead to horrid situations. Facts I have learned since I was born. As the story went on I shifted uncomfortably, which lead Edd to notice. "Uhh.. It's getting late. How about we go to bed?" Tord yawned his agreement as Matt took out his mirror to admire himself once more. Me? I just sped walked to my room. I curled into the corner of the room with shaken sobs. My wings slowly grew around me, enclosing me from the Earth. I sobbed for no one to hear. I heard creaking around me but I didn't care.

   "I HAVE ALWAYS HATED YOU! GET OUT OF MY AND MY SON'S LIFE!" "THAT DISGUSTING BEAST IS ALSO MY SON YOU BITCH!"

   "Tom?" A hushed accented voice said. I kept crying. I felt my wings be slightly parted, just enough where someone could enter my crying paradise. I saw the Norwegian devil-horned male. "What's wrong?" My black voids looked at him, almost begging for reassurance. Tears flooded down my eyes. When I saw his confused glance I closed my eyes in a tightened manner. I backed up, tightening my wings around us. I cried a bit harder as more images of my parents fighting flooded my mind. I wish I could erase the images of my mother's blood on the carpet. It's like they lived to fight each other. That reminded me of me and Tord, but how could it when he is in my isolation trying to comfort me? Why couldn't my dad have done what Tord is doing for me, for my mother? I felt my tears being being wiped away. "Shh, it's ok." I leaned into his hand as one of his arms pulled me closer. I cuddled into his chest as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I felt wings under mine and looked up to see demon wings. I sucked in my breathe as I looked at the beautiful color of red his wings made the area look like. I wrapped my arms around his neck stating the one largest question on my mind. "Will it really be ok?" He kissed my forehead. "I will make sure of it." I felt like all of my troubles disappeared. Like I was floating on air leaving the weight of gravity to fuck itself. Like all the flowers bloomed around me and all the clouds slowly disappeared. Just by getting lost in his beautiful grey eyes. We started leaning closer until our lips connected. We moved in rhythm with the other's lips as fireworks were set off. Our wings slowly disappeared as I was pinned to the floor. My arms were still wrapped around his neck as he caressed my cheeks with his hands. It felt like our relationship started like my parent's toxic one, but it would end with a happy ending. Like a fairytale. His tongue brushed past my lips as the door creaked open. "Hey Tom, have you seen my phone?" We dashed to get off each other, both blushing profusely. "Noted to knock before coming into you or Tord's room." We both slightly stammered as he left my room. "That was awkward." I nodded, hiding my face in my arms soon after. "I hope you know, I love you." Did I love him back, though? Why would I feel so complete when he said that if I didn't? Why would that kiss feel so amazing, why was I wanting more, if I didn't? "I love you too.. By the way..." I shifted uncomfortably, afraid of what he would say. "What babe?" My red face returned as he said that common nickname between couples, so I quickly stated what I wanted to say. "CanIsleepwithyoutonight?" He chuckled, quickly pecking my lips. "A little slower please." "Can I sleep with you tonight?" It was only a little slower but it wasn't as fast and jumbled as the first time. He nodded and kissed me again. I think this would turn out with a happy ending, like the fairytales. Only difference? It will be a hella lot better than the fairytales.

A/N
Well, I don't even know. These scenes don't really fit together but eh. Word count? (1217 words)