The ABC's of Loving You [ Tomarry

Church

Church;
a building used for public Christian worship

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Basically Harry is the priest's son. The priest is very strict and when he finds out Harry likes boys he goes crazy. It gets even worse when he finds out he's dating Tom.

Lily died in a car accident when Harry was one and James blames it on Harry, so their relationship is very abusive.

This was not meant to offend any catholic peeps out there, I'm not dissing your religion this is purely for the angst

also, harry's underage

AND WE HAVE A DADDY KINK PEEPS

Instead of Satan the Devil's called Lord Voldemort aight good

This is also modern day, so they have phones, but there's no magic (unless you count Satan magic???¿¿)

*may potentially be triggering for people in abusive relationships.*

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"My father would kill me—"

"Your father doesn't need to know—"

"Yeah, not a chance, he'll notice I'm limping—"

"Then stay with me until you don't limp, baby. And a lifetime after that."

Harry shot his boyfriend a scolding look. " 'Where were you?' 'Riding horses at my study buddy's house' won't cut it for him anymore! Quite frankly, I'm surprised it even worked the first time."

The boyfriend in question, Tom, smiled widely. "C'mon, baby! One round? Even a half of a round?"

"How the fuck would we manage to have a half of a round of sex?"

Tom was silent for a moment before smiling sheepishly. "I dunno, I penetrate your ass and neither of us cum? Maybe I can fuck your thighs? I'd be able to, your thighs are sexy, baby boy."

Harry rolled his eyes and pushed the face that was trying to kiss his neck— where Tom knew he would cave in— away. "We can't have sex tonight, Tom. James isn't away for the week like last time, and he isn't on a night shift like he was the time before that, and—"

"I get it," Tom grumbled. "Your dad's a cockblock."

"Don't call him my dad," Harry said automatically. "He may be other people's father, but he will never be my dad."

Although he didn't look away from his hands, Harry was sure Tom was looking at him with sad eyes. "Of course. James is a cockblock. And an asshole. And whatever negative and derogatory name that could possibly be in the English thesaurus. Listen, if you're worried about having sex tonight, I'm fine with that. But if you need a place to stay..."

"Please don't say that," Harry whimpered. Glancing over at his boyfriend, he received a silent nod of approval before he curled up in Tom's chest, face hidden in the crook of his neck. "If you say that, I'll be tempted to stay, and James will get more and more curious. If he finds out we're dating—"

"So many 'if's, baby boy," Tom whispered in Harry's ear, before giving a warm kiss to the shell on the outside. "And he won't find out we're dating, H. I won't let him."

Harry laughed. Not necessarily a joyful laugh, but more of a 'you're an idiot but you're my idiot' laugh. I know you know the one, reader. "I know you can do many things, T, but you wouldn't be able to do that for me. The only thing I can ask is that, if he does find out, can you hide me?"