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Falling, We are Falling Now

This is my entry for Thominho Week 2022, Day 1 “Enemies to Lovers ”

Characters: Thomas x Minho

Rating: T

4619 words

Tags: Enemies to lovers, Soulmate AU, Fantasy AU, Angels/Demons AU, fallen angel!Thomas, demon!Minho

Summary: Thomas is a fallen angel now. All he wants to do is find his friend Newt and Alby who had fallen from Heaven not long before he did. But he encounters a demon in a bar one night and everything he knew got shattered.

Note: Thominho Week is here!!!!! I'm so excited and happy right now! I'm hoping you'll like all the fics I have prepared this year!

This fic had been a challenge! Even though I'm a big fan of fantasy, I never actually write a fantasy world I had to create, and that was basically the case here. And just as a heads up, this is purely fictional and has nothing to do with religion or anything, just my own creation.

Also, this fic was inspired by the song Revolution by Elias, so I suggest you go listen to it while reading this fic if you want to^^

You can also read it on AO3

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Falling

We are falling now

Words written down

They are falling now

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The Fall had been long and brutal. His wings had been torn apart during it, leaving him with big open wounds in an inverted V shape. He had been skinned by the air, by the time his body hit the ground, he was a bloody and bruised mess.

Of course, he was basically immortal and therefore, the Fall wasn’t meant to kill him. But it was supposed to punish him, along with the fact that he will now have to live forever on Earth. So he was hurting. Everywhere. It made him wish he hadn’t been born an angel and could die, just to take the pain away.

He didn’t know a long he stayed there, lying on the ground. Trees were surrounding him, creating a protective shell. No other living creature was nearby, and in this state, Thomas was glad he was alone.

He laid there until his body healed itself, trying not to cry.

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But the lies they will hurt you Hold on Human kindness desert you Hold on

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It had been months. Thomas had been trying to find his friend Newt and Alby for months now. They had fallen not long before he did, so they should not have been that far.

In the meantime, he had found a place to hide, a small but luxurious apartment in the city nearby where he had fallen.

It had taken a while, he first had to find clothes, and then he had gone to bars to gain a bit of money with bets and poker. He wasn’t proud to say he used his power in order to win—or even to fake having cash since Heaven doesn’t give you anything after the Fall—but the life of a fallen angel on Earth wasn’t easy and he had to do what he needed to do to protect himself.

He didn’t dare approach other fallen angels in the city. They were dangerous and hostile. Many had been on Earth for decades, some even for centuries, and their resentment was deep. Their hatred towards Heaven was even stronger and they wanted newly fallen angels to join them in this circle of loathing. It was almost a cult and Thomas wanted to stay away from it.

But the loneliness was following him everywhere, like darkness followed his every step. He wanted to get rid of it. He wanted to find the light again. He could only do it by finding his friends.

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Running with a crown on your head A resolution Written on your hands

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He entered the bar. It was one he had never been to. He tried to never go in the same ones too often, not wanting to get recognized.

Like all the other establishment that allowed illegal bets, this one was situated in a dark corner of the ill-famed district of the city. Thomas knew it was dangerous, but it was his only source of income as a fallen angel, and he knew his power would protect him. Still, a strange sensation crept on him the moment he stepped inside.

He made his way to the barman, hoping his instincts would take over if needed, and ordered a beer. Fallen angels couldn’t get drunk, but he had to play the part.

The bottle in hand, he went towards the pool table, where men in tattoos and leather vests were already betting on the winner. Some of them were already drunk, despite being still early in the night and the loud laughter and chatting were already ringing in his ears. This was such a pain in the ass.

But then he saw something he wished he would never have to encounter here.

A demon.

The creature, like every other demons, was beautiful. The most beautiful living being there was. Because beauty was a means to corrupt. To manipulate.

He had pitch black hair, cut short and standing upwards. His jaw was sharp, well defined, like every other lines of his body. The shirt he was wearing was struggling to stay in one piece; his chest and arms were stretching the fabric to its limits. And his eyes were the darkest he has ever seen.

Obviously, the humans around didn’t know there was an evil creature next to them. Only angels and other demons were able to identify if someone was a demon or an angel. They could always feel it.

The demon was at the pool table, a glass of liquor in his hand. A smirk was drawn on his face, and just by his presence—and probably his power—he was owning the place. Guys were afraid of him, but still worshipping him and girls were drooling just looking at him. And by the way people talked to him, he was in all likelihood a regular here. Maybe this place belonged to him even, as demons were often in illicit affairs on Earth.

It was dangerous. Demons were even worse than fallen angel. Demons were fallen angels who got corrupted. Because, don’t get it wrong, fallen angels were still angels. They only got kicked out of heaven because they broke one of the Rules. That’s why Thomas was here now. Because he was opposed to these Rules.

But demons… Those were angels who felt into the darkness. Angels who let their hatred and selfishness take over.

And they were powerful. Very powerful.

So Thomas should have gone away. He should have left this bar.

But he couldn’t. He didn’t know if it was the demon’s attraction power or his angel side who wanted to confront the creature, but his next step led him in front of the demon, on the other side of the pool table.

Like he expected, the demon looked at him. Immediately, Thomas could see in his eyes that he knew what kind of being Thomas was. The smirk on his face only grew and, as if possible, his eyes got even darker.

“What’s up angel, wanna play too?” the demon teased. Thomas was thrown aback by the nickname, not expecting the creature to reveal to human beings his true nature, but everyone around him laughed. Thomas understood it was only meant to taunt him. Irritation began to crawl inside him, but he didn’t let it show on his face. Whatever game the demon was playing, Thomas wouldn’t let him.

“Only if it’s against you,” he replied. Laughs and “ooooh’s” followed his comments.

“You’ll have to pay, I don’t play unless there’s money involved.” The creature’s smirk only grew even more as he watched Thomas taking out few bills from his pocket and putting it in the betting stash one guy was holding.

“Not a problem for me,” he retorted, defying the demon with his eyes.

The people around them cheered and the pool table was getting prepared as the creature pulled money from his pocket to join what Thomas had already given.

He knew it was a bad idea. He’s been making money with all those bets because he cheated with his power. And the demon probably did the same. He could lose so much by doing this. Even getting close to a demon was dangerous, but there he was, defying one. What was wrong with him?

“Choose your weapon,” one guy said beside him, offering him few pool cue to choose from. The man smelled like alcohol and was looking at Thomas in amusement, as if he already knew who the winner was. And it apparently wasn’t Thomas in his opinion.

“Do you need me to teach you how to play, angel?” the demon snarked, causing more laughter from people in the bar.

“No, I’m good, but you should teach me how to you manage to breathe in that shirt,” he nagged back, using sarcasm. “You sure you don’t wanna use that money to buy a shirt that’s actually your size?”

Thomas couldn’t understand what was going on inside of him. Yes, he’s always been sarcastic, that was actually something that annoyed Newt a lot, but he’s never been prone to seek danger, and angering a demon was very dangerous.

But surprisingly, the demon only laughed, alongside everyone.

“If you’re trying to say I look sexy, just say so,” he casually replied, his smirk replaced by a flirty grin.

Something shifted in Thomas’s stomach. And it was disturbing since he didn’t know if it was disgust or arousal.

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And the lies they will hurt you No more Human kindness desert you No more

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Unsurprisingly, it was a pretty tight game. Like Thomas expected, the demon was cheating. He couldn’t blame him, he was doing the same, and also they couldn’t obviously cheat, or call it out, without exposing themselves to the humans.

And the fact that the demon loved brushing his body against Thomas’s whenever he was moving to get in position was not helping. The demon’s body was warm and, obviously, muscled. And he was blatantly doing it on purpose. Thomas didn’t know if it were because the creature was flirting with him—it wouldn’t be so weird, demons were known to seduce people, even angels and fallen angels, to corrupt them—or just to annoy him and start a fight—that was also possible, demons loved to fight, and fallen angels were perfect nemesis.

But what Thomas hated the most from being this close to the demons was that he kind of felt drawn to him. Whenever they touched “accidentally,” his own body wanted to get closer, to let itself be embraced by those arms. His mind, however, was furiously against it.

“So, angel, you must have a name?” the demon asked while bending over the table to line up his shot. “Or do you prefer I just keep calling you angel?”

Thomas refrained from growling. He hated demons so much, this one in particular.

“My name’s Thomas,” he replied. “What about you? Is it Asshole?”

Two could play this game.

But the smirk came back. “It’s actually Minho, but you can call me babe.” We winked at him, and like every time the demon said something, everyone around him laughed. Thomas was getting more and more annoyed as the time passed by. He just wanted to get over it.

As the game progressed, more and more people bet on the winner and Minho even suggested they each offered more, since it was getting interesting. Thomas couldn’t back away now, he really needed that money. Why was Earth controlled by money anyway?

He needed that money to find his friends, alongside protecting himself. Not so long ago, he found a fallen angled community specialized in finding the fallen angels we used to be friends with before the Fall. Thomas wasn’t the only one in this situation apparently. However, he needed money to get this service. Also, he now had rent to pay, and humans’ jobs weren’t fit for fallen angels.

But the demon wasn’t going easy on him.

There was now only the black ball to get into one of the pockets for either of them.

“Right corner,” Thomas called. He had his line, and if everything went according to plan, he would win. He poured magic into the black ball in order to stop Minho from interfering with it.

He was sure he would win, making the demon finally shut his mouth.

He taped the cue ball and, like he expected, it hit the black on, pushing it into the right corner pocket. And, as calculated, the cue ball stopped before pocketing. He was the winner.

He was about to turn towards the demon with a smirk of his own, when he saw the cue ball moving on its own, before entering the pocket too.

He lost.

In his determination to win, he was sure the demon was going to stop the black ball from entering. He never expected him to influence the cue ball.

He turned towards him, anger making him forget where he was.

“You fucking cheated,” he said.

“Oh yeah? How?” Minho laughed. “I wasn’t even close to it. Too bad you’re not skilled enough, but that’s on you, angel.”

“You fucking liar!”

“What are you gonna do about it? You have proof maybe? Now, let me go get my cash.”

But Thomas was having none of it. He finally snapped.

Using the pool cue as a bat, he swung it at Minho’s head.

But before it could make contact with the demon’s pretty face, it was stopped by magic. He, at first, thought it was another trick from the creature, but seeing confusion on his face too, he knew something wasn’t right.

People around them started laughing again. “What man, you can’t even properly fight?” one dude said.

Minho moved towards the cash, a dark expression on his face. Thomas wanted to hit again, but something was preventing him from doing so.

The demon took the money and turned towards Thomas. “Let’s take it outside.”

He was too shock to disagree and before he knew it, they were both outside. Nobody followed them, probably the demon’s doing. It’s only when he realized they were in the dark alley leading to the bar that he came back to his sense.

“What are you doing!?” he said, breaking free from Minho’s grasp. “What’s going on!? Did you stop me from hitting you?”

The demon turned to face him. To Thomas’s surprise, the smirk was gone.

“No, I didn’t. I don’t mind a good fight, especially with a fallen angel,” he replied. Even his tone was dark, the flirtiness and sarcasm apparently no longer there.

“Then what—"

“Not here," he interrupted. “This is not the place to have this kind of conversation.”

Before Thomas could do anything, Minho had taken him by the waist and big black wings, similar to bats’ ones, appeared on his back. And with one sweep of the wings, they were in the air.

The creature clearly had a destination in mind. Thomas wanted to freak out. He was being kidnapped. But the feeling of finally being in the air again took over him.

He could feel the wind on his face again. His legs felt light for the first time ever since the fall. Flying was the one thing he missed the most since he lost his wings. Because flying was freedom.

To say he finally could fly again because of a demon…

The trip was short, however, and before Thomas could start panicking again by the thoughts that the demon had basically kidnapped him, Minho stepped them down on the roof of a building.

Once his feet touched the ground, Thomas pushed the demon away, even though a part of him he wanted to ignore craved the warm of the other body.

“What is your problem!?” Thomas snapped, tired of being humiliated by this creature once again. Being teased back in the bar, and now being treated as a rag doll, what was next?

“Hit me,” Minho asked, not acknowledging Thomas’s question.

“Wh-what?” Thomas was thrown aback. Why would the demon ask such thing?

“I want you to really want to hurt me, and hit me,” he repeated.

“Okay, you asked for it.” After all, who was he to refuse hurting a demon? He maybe was a fallen angled now, but demons were still his enemies.

He swung at the creature, expecting his fist to make contact with Minho’s pretty face.

It didn’t.

Like earlier, his fist was stopped mid-air by magic.

And now that his mind was clearer, he could feel that this magic was not demonic. It was actually beautiful and comfortable. It felt like a soft and warm blanket all over him. This magic was pure. And It wasn’t the demon’s magic.

Realization hit him.

“Fuck.”

That was the only word he could say, that he could think. Fuck.

He was speechless.

Because Minho, the demon in front of him, was his soulmate.

Yeah, soulmates were real. Humans weren’t really aware of it, for them it was more speculation and wishing, but they didn’t know all the details. Like how soulmates were not necessarily romantic. How soulmates had an unbreakable bond. How everyone, angels and demons included, had soulmates, sometimes more than one. And most importantly in this case, how it was impossible for soulmates to hurt each other.

But angels and demons knew that. They knew all those things.

And of all people, Thomas’s soulmate was a demon. This was even worse than the Fall.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeated. Tears began to form at his eyes. This wasn’t what he wanted. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.

“Thomas…”

This was the first time the demon called him by his name. His heart clenched in his chest.

“No, no, it’s not possible. An angel and a demon can’t be soulmates, you know that,” Thomas tried to argue.

“You know that’s not true,” Minho countered back. “Demons were fallen angels before, so even if they are enemies now, there’s still a probability that an angel and a demon could be soulmates.”

“But you know what they said! That if it were to happen, Heaven and Hell would be changed forever!”

Did Minho not understand what this could imply? Now that an angel—or fallen angel in this case—found his soulmate, who is a demon, the world would change and never be the same. And from what he’s been told, it wasn’t a good thing. Because change could be bad.

“And what’s so wrong about it?” Minho objected. “You, as of all being, should be aware of how cruel Heaven actually is.”

“As if a demon have a say in what is cruel or not,” Thomas retorted.

“Why did you fall?” He once again ignored Thomas’s comment.

“Why should I tell you?” Irritation tainted his every word now.

The demon started to approach him, and, by reflex, Thomas flinched back.

“Please Thomas, you know I won’t do anything to you.”

Yes, he knew that, because Minho couldn’t hurt him. But he was still a demon.

He looked at him again, in his entirety. His shirt was still two sizes too small, but now, wide black wings were now on his black, along with a long tail of the same colour with a pointy tip. He also had dark horns on his head.

Despite his hatred towards demons, Thomas couldn’t help but think that the one in front of him looked attractive. Maybe it was just demons’ natural beauty, or because he was his soulmate, but yeah, he really was gorgeous.

Minho took a step forward and seeing that Thomas didn’t react, continued to get closer until he was in front of him. He could feel the warm from the demon’s body and the urge to get close to it came back. He looked up, to stare at the dark eyes.

He only saw softness and adoration.

He was speechless. How could such an evil creature showcase so much care for someone he just met?

Hypnotized by the demon’s eyes, Thomas let him carefully put his hands on his face. The gesture was so gentle and made his stomach fluttered.

“You’re so beautiful,” Minho said, his voice barely a whisper. “I’ve waited for you for so long.”

To say that Thomas was shocked by those words was an understatement.

“Wh-what do you mean?”

The demon smiled, and for the first time since Thomas knew him, it wasn’t a smirk or a grin. It was a genuine smile. And if that wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, he didn’t know what it was.

“Because I always wanted to find my soulmate,” he explained. “I’ve been a demon for so long, and I have my people around me, we call ourselves the Gladers. But I’m not close to them as much as I want to. Like I’ve always been waiting for someone special. I thought this special someone could be my soulmate.”

That was … surprisingly sweet, for a demon.

“I guess this wasn’t the image you had of demons, right?” Minho joked when he saw Thomas’s confused expression.

“Indeed…”

“We are not evil. We are complex, like humans are. Hell, even angels are, but Heaven doesn’t allow them to be themselves, only how it wants them to be. Why do you think so many angels fall?”

Minho slowly started to caress Thomas’s cheek with his thumb. That’s when he noticed something on the fallen angel’s neck.

A silver chain.

“You were an archangel…”

Thomas looked down in shame. “Yes.”

“Why did you fall?” he asked again, with a soft voice, which prompted Thomas to answer him this time.

“Because I was against what Heaven did to my friends.” Why did he feel like he could tell Minho everything? Why did it feel so good to be touched by him? Without thinking, he took the demon’s other hand in his. “My friends, Alby and Newt, were two angels, like me. They are soulmates. It’s not forbidden by Heaven, to have another angel as a soulmate, since we don’t have a say in it. But they want to keep angels pureness, so we aren’t allowed to fall in love. But they did anyway. Their Fall happened after they first kissed. I was opposed to it, but it happened. They were my closest friends.”

He was getting teary eyed by talking about it. He missed them so much and what happened to them was cruel. Maybe Minho wasn’t so wrong after all.

“What happened next?” The demon wasn’t pressuring him, and his presence was comforting. The hand on Thomas’s cheek was still delicately touching him.

“I requested that they get their wings back. That angels should be able to love too.”

“And they kicked you out of Heaven too…” he finished for him. The fallen angel nodded. “I’m sorry Thomas, but see? That’s what I’m saying. Things need to change.”

“But how could you be so sure of that? Things could go so wrong! Heaven is there to protect the balance of the universe! If it changes, the world could go in flames!” Thomas argued, irritation coming back. “Bet you’ll like that!”

“That’s not what we want Thomas. We only want this fight between light and darkness to stop. The world, and beings, aren’t black or white Thomas. We all have good and bad in us. We are all complex, much more than just ‘good’ and ‘evil.’ This fight Heaven has with Hell is exactly why the world is unbalanced.”

That was going against everything Thomas has ever been taught. It was messing with his mind and thoughts.

“But…”

Minho took the fallen angel’s face with both hands, forcing him to look at him.

“You’ve fallen, but you’re still holding on to Heaven. Let it go, angel, let it go. The world has to change, but Heaven refuses it does because it only wants power. Heaven betrayed you, angel. It betrayed your friends. What is so wrong about love? What is so wrong about emotions? What is so wrong about being ourselves? Just let it go Thomas.”

Why did everything Minho said made sense?

“Let it go Thomas,” he repeated. “Follow your heart.”

Why did he want to believe the demon so much? Was the demon using his power on him?

But, as an ex-archangel, Thomas would have known if the demon had been doing so, if he had not been telling the truth.

Staring at Minho’s beautiful face once again, he stopped his gaze at the plum lips. He wanted to let go. He wanted to feel something. He wanted, craved, the demon’s contact so much.

“If you want to kiss me, I won’t stop you,” Minho said, noticing where the angel was looking.

Thomas wanted to resist. Kissing a demon was wrong. But why did the feeling in his guts wouldn’t go away? That feeling that told him to just put his lips again Minho’s. To let it go.

And so Thomas did. He pressed his lips against the creature’s. He let go. He was free.

This was nothing like he imagined it would feel.

The kiss was soft and gentle. Like the rest of Minho’s body, his lips were warm, as if a flame was burning inside of his body. Adoration filled every movement.

Thomas couldn’t help but think how weird this whole thing was. Only an hour ago, he encountered a demon, and now, he was kissing him. Delicately. Sucking lightly on his upper lips. And the demon was reciprocating. Minho was slow, as if any movement could scare off his soulmate. He let Thomas take control of everything, let him explore this thing they had.

Thomas couldn’t believe he was doing this. Kissing a demon. His nemesis.

But why did it feel so right? Why did the butterfly in his stomach couldn’t stop fluttering? Why did his lips never wanted to let go?

Was it how it was, to have a soulmate? If so, Thomas understood why Newt and Alby risked being kicked out of Heaven for this.

Tentatively, he put his arms around Minho’s waist, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. When their chest collided, he knew that this was right. That he couldn’t live without this now that he had a taste. His whole body felt like it was on fire. When Minho circled his arms around Thomas, pressing their body together, the angel let out a small moan of pleasure.

When their lips parted, they were still holding each other.

Thomas was smiling. Maybe change wasn’t so bad. Minho was right. What was so wrong about this?

Things had gone so fast between them, but who cared?

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Let’s start a revolution How beautiful It is The city’s on fire but it’s beautiful Revolution The city’s on fire, won’t you burn it all? Revolution

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Falling. He was falling again. He was falling in love.

One month ago, he met his soulmate. A demon. But Minho was the sweetest. Sure, he was sarcastic and liked fighting. He had a darker side. But so did Thomas.

Minho had been right. Everyone was good and bad. This fight between light and darkness had to stop. He met the Gladers, Minho’s community. To his surprise, it was composed of both demons and fallen angels. Chuck, Frypan, Gally, Zart, all of them, they wanted what was best for the world. His whole perspective was changed.

And together, they were an unstoppable duo. Heaven wasn’t happy with their relationship, but they hold on. As if it could stop them.

They were always together. They shared Thomas’s apartment, since it was more hidden and discreet. They made money with bets and gambling. With both their powers, it was so easy. They made love. Often. Thomas loved when Minho was holding him or kissing him, especially when his wings enveloped him.

The world was changing. They could feel it. Angels in Heaven were starting to question things. Demons wanted peace more and more.

Thomas still had to find his friends.

“You sure we’ll find them?” he asked Minho one night. They were lying in bed, only a satin sheet covering their naked bodies. The demon’s tail was wrapped around Thomas’s hips and one of his thighs, holding him close to Minho, and the black wings offered shelter.

“Yes, of course,” his soulmate, now boyfriend, immediately replied. “We will.”

“And the world will change for the better?” Thomas had never let himself be this vulnerable around someone before. And it was scary to do so with Minho, but it felt right. His lover was always comforting and never judged him,

“Yes angel, it will.”

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Let’s start a revolution How beautiful It is

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