The ABC's of Loving You [ Tomarry

Ignition

Ignition;
the action of setting something on fire or starting to burn

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Harry, Tom's lover, was kidnapped by the enemy. Unfortunately for the enemy, Harry's a bit misunderstood.

Mafia!AU, Non-Magic!AU, MafiaBoss!Tom, American!Tom, BAMF!Harry, and I think that's it for the AUs??

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"You know you don't need to have four bodyguards trailing after me at all times, right?"

"You're right. I should have five. Or six."

Harry snorted. "You completely missed the point, love."

Tom only hummed and ran his fingers through the small boy's raven messy locks. As it was, they were sitting in the back of Tom's black limousine, on their way to Tom's manor in Britain. Harry's head was resting on Tom's lap while his feet were propped up on a pillow.

"You know I need to protect you," stated Tom, his tone sounding exasperated. "If you were to get hurt—"

"Which won't happen—"

"It won't happen because you'll have protection at all times," retorted Tom. His eyes held no room for argument, so Harry kept his mouth shut. "They won't bother you. It will be like they aren't there."

"Tom," chastised Harry, "you know I have martial arts training—"

"You won't be able to beat someone shooting at you with a kick," said Tom, cutting off Harry'd sentence. He sighed. "I know you hate this, but we've already talked about it. If you were to get hurt, the only person I could blame is myself."

Harry sighed and raised his hand to cup Tom's cheek. It seemed to warm up in his touch. "If it makes you feel better, I'd let you trail me with fifteen bodyguards." He paused. "But please don't."

Tom chuckled and turned his head to kiss Harry's palm. "How was your shift?" He asked.

"Dean bought pizza for the staff," said Harry, voice full of delight as he started to ramble. "It was a meat lovers delight— you know, the one with all the meat, obviously, you would know that— and Hermione said that I could get an extra five bucks an hour because I had to work as the sole barista, and considering that I worked for six hours, that's thirty extra dollars, Tom, from just one night! I know that's not much, but I need money for my acting classes, and I saw this beautiful necklace at—" he stopped suddenly.

"Yes?" prompted Tom.

"I don't want you to think that you should buy this for me," said Harry shortly, leaning up to plant a kiss on Tom's lips. "You already do too much."

Tom smiled fondly. "Nothing is too much when it comes to you. Please tell me. I'll buy it, and you can save your money for your acting classes."

"It's a necklace from Tiffany's with diamond and tanzanite flowers. But it costs a lot, so—"

"How much?" said Tom, cutting Harry off.

Harry blushed. "Almost 9000 pounds. That's why I don't want you to buy me it, Tom, it's a lot of money and I'd feel bad if you had to spend all that money on me when I can buy it for myself."

Tom leaned down and caught Harry's lips in a kiss, one of his hands trailing down to caress his hip. Sometimes his lovely was too sweet. "Don't worry about the price, dear, you know your happiness has no price tag."

"That was too cheesy," snorted Harry. "But thank you. I love you."

"I love you too."