In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you.
Fandoms Without Non-Canon Ships: A Court Of Thorns and Roses, Throne Of Glass, Three Dark Crowns, The Ranger's Apprentice, The Lunar Chronicles, Once Upon a Time...
A/N: Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Kwanza or just good day. This AU was created by Silv on the Tomarry discord.
Warning: Tom is going to act like a low-key pedo so if that triggers you, ignore this.
AU: It's been 11 years since that fateful Halloween and Tom is ready to claim his bride, no matter what stands in his way.
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Narrator's POV
Sixteen year old Harry Potter sat in his bedroom, playing video games on his laptop when his mother called him down to set the table for Christmas Dinner.
Harry, dressed in a grey sweater with black jeans, went downstairs to see his mother finishing up dinner with his father's help, quickly grabbing the utensils and dinnerware and setting the table.
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After finishing that task, Lily told Harry to go get Mr. Riddle and tell him dinner was ready —after all the Potters hosted a Christmas Party with dinner every year but strangely enough the only one who could make it this year was their neighbor, Tom.
Harry happily got on his jacket and scarf and knocked on his neighbor's door, waiting barely a second before he was pulled into the house by a pair of strong arms.
The teenage boy giggled as he was kissed by his boyfriend, kissing back just as eagerly.
When they parted for air, Harry told Tom that dinner was ready, the other male getting his own coat and they went to the Potter Residence, their plan to manipulate Harry's parents into letting them get married already underway.
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Dinner was a pretty boring affair, Harry wishing the whole time that they could slip out and torture the girl in Tom's basement, she had such pretty eyes he wanted to add to his collection; after all and Tom had gotten such nice gifts like a Spanish Tickler that he just wanted to test out.
But he had to stay focused, Tom was going to play with his parents minds and make them moldable just like he'd seen Tom do to countless others.
Tom melted their minds, making them no more than puppets on strings, everyone was a puppet to him —except Harry, never his Harry.
Tom was talking to them doing just that, leaving Harry to think about what he wanted to do with their life together, naturally also thinking about the past.
Harry knew the first thing he wanted to do was loose his cherry, Tom had always made sure to lecture him about staying pure to the point that he couldn't even touch himself or else Tom wouldn't touch that part of him when they experienced their honeymoon.
So, Harry was completely and utterly pure, and he really couldn't wait for the wedding which was only a few days away.
Once Tom believed Lily and James to be essentially puppets, he kneeled to the ground in front of Harry and pulled out a ring, the ring was silver and gold with little garnets to make it look like a pomegranate with many tiny diamonds mixed in.
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Harry naturally agreed to marry him and held out his hand as the ring was slipped onto the appropriate finger.
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The engaged couple quickly returned to Tom's house, cuddling up on Tom's bed, Harry trying to find a movie to watch.
Tom kissed Harry's neck, "Sweetheart, before we get married I have a confession to make to you. Do you know why I always have a victim in the basement, why I haven't aged in all the years I've known you and why I have demanded you remain pure?"
"No, why?" Harry asked
"I'm an incubus." Tom seductively purred as black leathery wings emerging from his back, claws and fangs growing from their normal sizes and a ram-like horn emerged from his head
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Harry shivered, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want to scare you." Tom replied, "You see, incubi have to chose a mate while the mate is young, before they grow to desire pleasures of the flesh, we cannot mate with them unless they are pure. And in my centuries I haven't met anyone I would want as my succubus until I met you. So, would you still like to be my mate?"
"Of course." Harry replied, "You being a incubus doesn't change my feelings for you. I would love to be your succubus."
Tom smiled, kissing him, "Good. To start the process you need to bite my neck as hard as you can, you need to drink some of my blood."
Harry did as told, drinking some of the blood as the wound healed as if it was never there.
The teenager then gasped as he felt his body change, seeing his flat chest change to become small breasts and felt another part of his anatomy shrink to half its original size.
Tom kissed Harry again, "The next part of course is to make love. Then your transformation will be complete with a womb and you'll have powers as well, like making puppets."
Harry pulled off his sweater and the rest of their clothing was thrown off as they made passionate love, the pair of mates sealing their bond.
