Tomarry Oneshots

"Finally a friend that isn't dead."

Based on the one shot prompt of 'Heaven and Hell do exist after death but you can choose where you go. Person A chooses Hell jokingly and when they arrive there, they hear Satan (Person B) saying "Finally a Friend." 

Also if you guys want to request a one shot go back to the chapter labeled disclaimers and requests because I will do them if they are requested before the end of the month.

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     'Damn it!' Harry thought as his spirit was lifted away from his body. His mortal body was on a stretcher surrounded by EMT and other medical workers. They attempted CPR and every time Harry could feel his spirit get yanked closer to his body. But in the end, their efforts weren't enough to save the 23 year old that was unlucky enough to get hit by a car while walking down the road. 

     A bright light suddenly overcame Harry and he felt his feet hit ground below him. The area around him was grass. There was nothing else. Just grass. No trees, no bushes, and no animals. It was incredibly unnerving and Harry felt his hairs stand on end. Feeling eyes on his back, Harry whipped around. 

     Standing before Harry was a woman who was dressed in a white dress. It was floor length and covered every inch of skin besides her head and some of her throat. She was beautiful in Harry's opinion. Even though Harry was a raging homosexual he could see beauty when it was in front of him. Her hair was blonde, no golden. Noticing she was floating slightly, Harry took a stunned step back. 

     "Harry Potter," She spoke in a voice that seemed to be coming from every direction. It was overwhelming and Harry felt his body go cold with fear. "You have passed on. I come here to present you with an offer. You get to decide whether you spend eternity in Heaven or in Hell. You're choice is final so choose wisely."

     Harry being the kind of person to do things on a whim without thinking them through immediately had an answer. 

     "Hell," The lady face morphed to shock and she stumbled back a few steps. Harry let out a short bark of laughter seeing her reaction. "I choose Hell. Judging by your reaction, I'm assuming no one has said that before."

     "Yes, you are the first to decide on Hell," She took a deep breath and regained her composure while fishing something out of a white purse that appeared. "Good luck Harry Potter. You will need it."

     "Wow...way to be optimistic." Harry stated with his voice laced with sarcasm. The lady handed him a red ticket that she had retrieved. Taking it from her, Harry felt himself be squeezed tightly as his world went black. 

Before he lost complete consciousness, Harry heard a male voice state in a surprised tone "Finally a friend that isn't dead." 

    Waking up, Harry found himself in a large room that was illuminated by red tinted lamps. He was lying on a soft bed that has an ornate design on both the sheets and the bed frame which appeared to be carved from wood. Taking a look around, Harry spotted a man slumped in a chair. 

    'Shit! Is he dead,' Harry thought as he inspected the man. Greek god was the only words Harry could use to describe the man. He was pale but it complemented his dark hair and his black clothes further emphasized his color. Cheekbones that looked sharp enough to cut metal, made Harry start to wonder if he had the chance to bed this man. He was lean, Harry noticed as his eyes trailed down the man's body. Seeing the rib cage inflate with air and exhale, Harry released a breath he didn't notice he had been holding. 'Thank Merlin! He's alive. I have no idea what I would do with a dead body. What do you even do with a dead body? Is there like a river I can just chuck it in. The real question is could I even pick up the body?'

     Harry lost in his thoughts didn't notice the man start to wake up. Still thinking about hiding a body, Harry was alarmed to feel a hand on his shoulder. Looking up Harry was struck by the beauty of the man's eyes. They were blood red and matched the lamps that decorated the room. 

    'Is this the guy from earlier?' Harry thought as he ducked his head. Hearing a chuckle, he looked up to see a gorgeous sight. 'Damn he is hot when he is laughing.' 

    The chuckles picked up, while Harry sat their confused. 

     "Oh sweetheart, I can hear your thoughts," Harry wished he could die on the spot as his cheeks flooded with color. Seeing a hand offered for him to shake, Harry shook it. "My name is Tom, but humans call me the Devil."

    "My name's Harry and it's a good thing I'm an atheist then." Harry stated cheekily as he slightly smiled. Tom was stunned for a second but started laughing again. 

     'How the hell can he be that sexy when he isn't even trying.' Harry thought but regretted it quickly when Tom started smirking. How he forgot about Tom's mind reading capabilities, Harry had no idea.

     "Welcome to Hell, Harry," Tom stated as he leaned down to draw Harry into a passionate kiss. The kiss went on for a few minutes before they had to pull apart to breath. The blissed out look in Harry's eyes made Tom smirk as he imagined the ways he could get that look into Harry. "Would you like a tour of my place or would you prefer to stay in this bed doing more pleasurable things." 

     "Bed." Harry responded with as much thought as his brain could take at the moment, which wasn't much.

     "I think we are going to get along great then, darlin'" Tom pulled Harry down onto the bed and resumed where they had left off. 

     'Hell was a great decision.' Harry thought as Tom tugged off his shirt. 

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Word Count: 1025

Published: June 16, 2020