Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 4.0

From pure to evil (Supernatural!AU, Tom Holland)

Requested by GalaxyRose2871: Tom is a devil and Y/N is an angel. They're dating and see each other on the border between heaven and hell. Y/N wants to cross the border with Tom, but she can't because her family doesn't want to be associated with the devils. Y/N's father disagrees with the relationship and demands that she stops it. She refuses and decides to cross the border to be with Tom, and turns into a devil.

I sat on the wall, my eyes looking over the contrasting land as my wings rested against the brick on either side of my legs. They needed a rest as much as the rest of me did, and so I always got to mine and Tom's meeting point a few minutes early to give them a chance to recover.

"Hey, my love." I looked up, and my heart immediately fluttered.

"Tommy." I smiled, making him return it as he walked towards me along the wall, and I stood up. Immediately, my wings flapped into action and lifted me up, making my boyfriend laugh and shake his head as the feathery limbs propelled me towards him. Within seconds, I was in his hold, his arms tightly wrapping around my waist in a tight hug as I held his face. I leant down and smashed our lips together, him returning the kiss immediately as our eyes fluttered shut. I felt Tom's fangs gently and teasingly pull at my bottom lip, the action always making my heart flutter even more as we kissed. I broke it after a moment and opened my eyes, Tom's chocolate and red orbs looking back at me as he held me up.

"I missed you so much, darling." He whispered and shook his head as his gaze flicked between my eyes and my lips.

"I missed you too." I returned. He smiled and pecked my lips again, making me giggle as he put me down and we sat back down on the wall with Tom's arm wrapped around my waist. Tom and I had been dating for a year now, all of our dates characterised by hours of cuddling, kissing and...other things...on this very wall. This of course wasn't what we wanted, but it was the way that it had to be if we were to continue seeing each other. And that was due to the simple fact that I was an angel, and Tom was a devil. We had met a year ago completely by chance, when I had come to this wall that overlooked the border between heaven and hell. Tom had had the same idea, and we had bumped into each other. I had been terrified at first, and Tom had loved that, the boy appearing arrogant and in love with my fear when we had first met. Angels and devils weren't meant to mix, and so whilst angels were taught to be terrified of devils, devils were taught to relish this fear, and to make it ten times worse. That had been what had happened, with Tom's hand around my throat within seconds and his fangs having threatened to pierce the skin. But then something had changed. The second that we had looked into each other's eyes, we both knew that this wasn't like a normal angel-devil encounter. For starters, the fact that Tom had one chocolate eye and one red eye instead of the matching red eyes that were normal for devils, had made him more pure to me, less evil than other devils. And something in my eyes had made Tom see a slight mischief, slight evil that wasn't enough to make me a devil, but was enough to make me not as pure as an angel should be. We had fallen for each other there and then, and had been seeing each other ever since. But of course, it wasn't as simple as this. Our families had found out about our affair, and to say that my family was outraged was an understatement. Tom's family was admittedly proud of him, for they saw our relationship as him managing to corrupt the purest creature on earth, whereas my family, and angels in general, never wanted anything to do with devils. They had resented Tom for making me fall for him, which of course only made me want to be with him more. Right now, I was still biding my time, but ultimately, I wanted to cross over the border into hell, and be with Tom once and for all.

"Does your family know that you're here, sweetheart?" Tom asked as he leant down and softly pressed his lips to my shoulders that were exposed due to the straps of my dress.