Tom Holland Imagines

Cereal & Demons//T.H.

Soulmates were the greatest coincidence to ever exist. They had been set in stone by the Gods since the beginning of time. Before any human, angel or demon existed, soulmate marks were already a thing.

You were only a bored angel that liked to keep up with soulmates. To you, it was as amusing as a TV Show was for humans. Nothing was more entertaining than watching those curious beings fall deeply for each other, or in some cases, completely violate the rules to be with the person they loved.

Heaven got lonely when you didn't have a soulmate. While everyone was fluttering around in pairs, you sat at the very edge of the clouds, watching others to imagine how it was.

You had always been the black sheep and for years believed that's all you had to offer. Until one morning you woke up with a soulmate mark on your chest, prettier than any other you had ever seen.

For centuries it because your personal mission to find the one you were meant to be with forever, but it was to no avail. No angel bore the same mark as you.

You firmly believed that it was destiny for you to end up alone, until a powerful demon broke into your home one night.

If you didn't take into consideration the raging storm that had broken loose, you could've said it was a relatively calm night. You were eating the last packet of chocolate-flavoured cereal you had at home as you listened to music on the device a mortal had gifted you after you saved his life. The music was soothing, the type you had always dreamt you'd slow dance to like humans did on the day of their weddings.

Your wings fluttered slightly when you heard the intense pounding coming from the door. Whoever was on the other side wasn't an angel, no. An angel would knock so gently that it almost fell unheard, no matter the situation.

Your large white wings wrapped around your body as a layer of protection against the mysterious intruder. You opened the door with trembling hands. There was a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach that told you everything was going to be fine, but that didn't stop you from fearing for your life. Only select people could kill you since you were supposedly immortal, but you didn't want to test the theory.

The moment the door fully opened, someone with large raven wings collapsed on the floor of your home. You stepped outside for a brief moment and looked both ways. After you were sure there was no one on the street, you hurried back inside and shut the door. You tapped the person's body cautiously with your leg and a deep groan escaped their lips. It was muffled by the carpet.

Once you noticed the demon was alive –you supposed it was a demon, but you weren't certain- you kneeled down by his side and gently turned his heavy body over. You were met by a pair of tired brown eyes. For some reason, they managed to give you a sense of peace and safety you had never felt in your life.

You sat there, staring at the mysterious creature for way too long. You were mesmerized by him and his eyes, but he didn't seem so content, "Help me... After you're done you can stare all you want," He spoke up in a weak voice, but even then, he managed to smirk.

All you could do was sigh, roll your eyes and carry the demon to your couch. As you looked back at the spot where he had previously been lying down, you noticed that certain spots of the carpet were now a deep shade of red, "Oh my Goodness, you're bleeding."

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock, took you long to figure it out," You hushed him and he could only pout in response. You carefully let his head rest on your lap as you examined the various cuts and bruises on his angelic face, yes, demons could have an angelic face, because this one surely did.