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spidernerdsblog · 3 years

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Match made in Hell : Prologue

A/N : Well this series will be hella angsty. Hope you like this. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary : you always wanted a simple life but to be born as the daughter of a dangerous mobster turned out to be a curse for you. Everything changes when your father gets your lover killed and forcefully marries you off to another mobster as a part of a deal. You hate your father and your husband the only thing you seek is now revenge. Will you ever be able to fall in love again or this burning hatred inside you will consume you?

Warnings : 18+,mentions of blood, murder, death, misogyny, implied sexual theme.

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It’s the middle of the night as you sneak out from the backside of the dingy motel you and Ethan chose to hide for two days before catching a bus to Virginia. You were headed to the NY port bus terminus as you cautiously walked through the dimly lit alleyway. Both of you carrying a duffel bag in your hand as you briskly walk down to the main street.

"Ethan come on'' you whisper yell looking back to your boyfriend who was walking right behind you with whom you have planned to elope and start a new life away from your father's clutches who happens to be the mafia king of Northeast United States and wants to forcefully marry you off to another mobster of Europe to expand his territory and grab hold on their turf.

"Y/N are you sure your dad will not find us trying to flee right under his nose?" Ethan asks nervously. You smile softly as you put down your bag. Your hands reach up to his face cupping it gently.

"Don't you worry honey. I have a friend over there who has made all the necessary arrangements. In a few hours we will be in our paradise far from all of this. Just you and me, baby."

"But what if your dad already knows about us and sent his men to kill me."

"By the time daddy will come to know about us running away he will have nothing to do. He has no power in the southern states so we will be safe." You press your forehead on to his before stepping away from him and are about to turn around to resume walking but then the inevitable happens.

BANG! a gunshot was fired from a near distance.

You flinched at the deafening sound and felt something graze past you as some viscous liquid splattered on your face. You run your hand through your face to find blood stains and look at Ethan with horror in your eyes, a bullet has punched it's way right through his chest causing a hole in its wake as blood oozed out, his white shirt slowly turning scarlet red.

"Ethan!! oh my god!!" you gasped and rushed to him. Ethan felt dizzy, his vision going blurry as his body began to collapse. You quickly hold on to his weight slowly crouching down to kneel on the pavement placing his head on your lap.

"No! No! No, This can't happen!" You didn’t know what to do as you franctically pressed your hands together on the wound on his chest trying to stop the bleeding, tears running down your cheeks.

"Mija" your throat went dry at the deep voice. You turned your head to find your father standing all tall and powerful, face expressionless with his hands stuffed inside his pockets and right by his side is your step brother Julian. In no time his hunch men surrounded the area.

"Daddy he's dying do something please." you sobbed.

"You shouldn't have tried to run away Mija or else poor Ethan would have been alive to see tomorrow's daylight."

"C'mon now get up." He reached out his hand to you.

"What? No! Daddy please help him. He'll die. I'll do whatever you say, marry whoever you want but please save him." You begged him as fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

"It's too late for that Mija. You should have known well that after your engagement you are just a safe-keeping of the Holland's for us. Son-in-law is really upset with your behavior. He is the one who helped us track you down."

"Jules at least you try to understand." You turned to your step brother in despair.

"Enough sister we have to go, we don't want the whole NYPD chasing us for a petty collateral damage." he says sternly.

"You already are a big disgrace to the family. Thankfully my step brother-in-law is very generous to accept you even after all this."

"No I'm not going with you anywhere, either you shoot me like him or else I'll do it myself." You scrambled up back on your feet and with a swift move snatched the gun from the holster of one of his men standing near you. You pointed the gun to your head holding onto the trigger.

"Y/N Martinez enough is enough! Drop the gun now!" your father commands agitated.

"No!" you shakily press the trigger a little more as tears pricked your eyes.

"You'll not do that Y/N." your father warns again.

"Oh hell I'll do if I don't get to live with the love of my life then you will not get what you want." you spat trembling in rage.

"Y/N no.. No" Ethan croaked in pain, the angry demeanor you had softened at his voice.

"Ethan, honey.. " you dropped to your feet kneeling beside his weak body.

"if you die then I die too." You sniffled. Ethan threaded his fingers to yours.

"No, Y/N you - you have to live. For me. Promise me."

"No" you whimper.

"Promise me Y/N, this-this is my last wish" He took large gulps of air while he spoke. You screwed your eyes shut feeling helpless at the given moment.

"I-I promise Ethan." Your voice quivered.

"I love you Y/N.." he smiled weakly as his voice trailed off as it was becoming difficult for him to breathe.

"I love you too baby." You sniffled. Ethan's eyes were droopy as he struggled to stay awake. He was barely breathing.

"No, no Ethan, stay with me please." you clutched onto his hand desperately. He swallowed his last breath of air before succumbing to eternal sleep in your arms.

"Ethan?" you shake his lifeless body. "Ethan wake up!!" all was in vain as Ethan's limp body lay on the pavement.

"Ethaaan!!!" you wail.

"Take care of the body. I need to handle my ever rebellious daughter." your father ordered.

"Okay boss." one of his capos obliged.

"Now c'mon and let's get you prepared for your husband." your father grabbed on to your arm.

"No,no,no" you try to grasp onto Ethan's lifeless body. Your father ripped you apart from his body forcing you to stand up on your feet.

"It's your last week with us anyway, spend some time with your mother, make some happy memories, she will miss her only daughter the most."

"Happy memories?! You took every ounce of happiness from my life, you are a monster! You all are! I hate you!" you screamed struggling hard to free yourself from your father's firm grip.

"One day you'll know everything your daddy did was for your own good. So stop fighting and do as you are told like a good girl" Your father and brother Julian dragged you to the car. You were a walking dead when you reached your home which seemed a prison to you now. Your mother came rushing to you.

"Oh sweetie you're safe. Thank god I was so worried." she wrapped her arms around you in a hug.

"Mom.. Ethan.. He's gone." You broke down in her arms.

"It's ok sweetie. Don't worry everything will be fine. You are my strong girl I know you will get through this" she cradled your face pecking your forehead trying to console you.

"Ask your daughter to stop acting like a brat and learn how to be a good wife to her future husband and tend to his needs. Don't want the Holland's point fingers at us saying we didn't raise our daughter right."

"Why did you do this Victor?"

"After so many years are you questioning your husband Rosette?"

"No, I'm questioning a father and how could he do this to his only daughter?"

"She brought it upon herself." your mother was about to say something but was cut off by your father.

"No! I don't want to hear anything more about this. Just do what I said." he says sternly.

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"The Martínez's will arrive in a week, start making all the necessary arrangements."

"Once the deal is done you will be taking over our family business son are you ready to sit on this throne?" The senior Holland asks his eldest son Tom in the presence of his younger twin sons Harry and Sam and Tom’s future consigliere and best friend Harrison as he stood in the middle of the spacious conference room patting on the big leather chair placed right in the middle of the wooden round table from where he has been running this empire all these years commanding men to do all his dirty work and sealing fate of people who didn’t comply by his wishes.

"Always ready dad." Tom stood tall.

"I know you are, my son. This is the day I have been waiting for all my life."

"Okay now enjoy your last few days of freedom of a bachelor before you are a married man." he pats his shoulder proudly and was about to leave the room but turned to him again.

"One more thing you need to keep a tighter hold on your woman from now on Tom. Her carefree days are over, she needs to be made aware of her responsibilities including giving the family an heir."

"Yes dad."

As his father leaves with the twins Tom slumps down on one of the chairs with Harrison beside him. He lets out a long sigh taking out his phone.

The first thing he does is open your Instagram page and go through your pictures which has turned out to be a habit for him for the last three years. Harrison was sitting beside him as he saw your pictures too. Some were with your college friends, some you attending one of your dad's galas in the prettiest designer dresses and some bikini clad sunkissed aesthetic pictures of you on vacation on some exotic island. Tom thought you looked unearthly in every picture but his mood would go sour seeing the comments below of several guys objectifying your body. He felt like hunting them down and chopping off their fingers with which they typed such lewd comments.

Though he himself wasn’t a man of high morals either drinking, gambling, bringing in girls every night in spite of being engaged to you though each night he wished it was you on his bed, not some random hooker he picked up from the bar. He is well aware that you don’t like him and despise this whole marriage. But he has nothing to worry anymore now because in a few days you are going to be his for lifetime. And he is confident that he will win you over eventually.

"I see why you are hell bent to marry her, she's a siren." Harrison remarked snarkly, breaking Tom from his thoughts.

"Hopefully she sounds like one too" Tom chuckles.

"But you really want to spend the rest of your life with her? She doesn't seem to be the one to follow rules."

"She's always been a wild horse since childhood that is why I like her even more and trust me wild horses are more fun to tame Haz. I can assure you in no time she'll be roaming around like a puppy around me."

"And how do you know you'll be able to tame a headstrong girl like her?"

"That will not be an issue because once I make sure that my child is inside her she will have nothing to do." He smirks. "Motherly instincts, you know how that works. After all, she's a woman. How much ever she hates me she will never separate her child from his father."

"And once I will have her father removed from the picture and taken over their empire she will have nowhere to go."

"You know she'll hate you more than she already does after you kill her father."

"Her father is no less than a monster. I will be doing her a favor actually." Tom once again glances at a portrait picture of you.

"Princess your kingdom eagerly awaits your arrival." he mutters to himself with a smug grin on his face.

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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 3 years

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Kissing scene

Tom Holland

Word count: 500

A/n: is this a blurb? A drabble? I don't even know 🤣

*Tom Holland x Actress Reader*

Warnings: kissing and a few curse words.

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You dramatically sighed before throwing your head back and knocking it on the wall in the process. Ouch. You and Tom had been running lines for what felt like hours and you still could not get the scene down. Everytime it would get to a specific part you would clam up. Every single time.

“Y/N, you just have to relax, you're trying to force it,” easy for him to say, the scene you were trying to portray was an extremely intimate one, one that had your brain in shambles everytime Tom leaned in for the kiss.

“I should not have been cast for this role Tom,” You groaned. This was way above your level of capability, you had only acted as side characters in small shows, nothing like a romantic costar in a movie starring Tom freaking Holland. “I'm just honestly not sure why i was even given this opportunity,”

"Because you deserve it Y/N, and I know you're perfect for it, you just need to trust me," Tom said. Trust him? You did. Yourself? No way. As soon as you would let your lips touch him he would know, there was no way you were that good of an actress.

"Ok, I trust you, let's just run it one more time," you told him, you needed to do this, or at least freaking try.

From the top there were only a total of six lines, ending with a kiss.

"Junebug let me do this for you," Tom said with a southern accent.

"I won't do it, I won't let you," this part you were fine at, great really.

"I need to prove to you I can," Tom said. Yeah me too, buddy, me too.

"You'll get hurt," you reached forward, caressing his check with the back of your hand, looking right in his eyes, just like the script said.

"When did you start caring?" He asked, looking right into your eyes, this was where you'd screw it up, this next line.

"I've always cared," you whispered, and leaned forward, Tom following suit. The script said a reasonable love filled kiss. What did that mean? No clue.

Your lips pressed against Toms, it was gentle, sweet. It was acting after all. His hand came up to your cheek, fingers interwoven in your hair. Not part of the script! He pressed his lips harder into yours, deepening the kiss, and you couldn't even think. Was this a reasonable love filled kiss? Unsure if it was acting or just Tom actually wanting to kiss you, you had no idea what to do with your hands, and then he pulled you closer to him with the hand that wasn't holding your face. Oh what the hell? You wrapped your arms around his neck parting your lips a bit and he took the opportunity to run his tongue along your bottom teeth. If this was acting, he was fucking fantastic at it. His fingers dug into your hip, causing a small moan to slip from your mouth. Tom pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, breathing hard.

"See, just trust me," he whispered, pressing a light kiss to your nose.

Thomas freaking Holland.

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cali-holland · 4 years

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Nightmares- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: After watching The Devil All the Time with Tom and the boys, you have a nightmare and Tom comforts you.

Word Count: 1300

Warnings: The Devil All the Time spoilers (nothing explicitly graphic though); swearing; lots of talk about Tom’s ass in those jeans; slight discussion of abuse

A/N: This is a part of @hollandsrecs ‘s 1k fic bingo for the trope “Slice of Life”... Also, at the time I wrote this, I had not seen the film.

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“Popcorn’s ready.” Tom announced, coming into the living room with a few bowls of the favored snack food, handing them out to Tuwaine, Harrison, Harry, and Sam who were all scattered about the couches, before he sat down on the loveseat with you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you snuggled into his side, stealing a couple pieces of popcorn from the bowl.

“And now to watch you run around and kill people for two and a half hours.” Harrison laughed as he picked up the remote to start the movie.

“That’s not all I do.” He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you smoke cigarettes too. Can’t forget that.” Harry teased. “It’s like Peter Parker joined the dark side.”

Tom grabbed a few pieces of popcorn, throwing them across the room at his brother, who opened his mouth and managed to catch one of the pieces. Calling his attention away from Harry, you pressed a kiss to Tom’s cheek as the movie began.

“I can’t wait to see your ass in those jeans.” You whispered to him playfully, making him chuckle.

“Darling, you see that ass in jeans all the time.” He joked, and you turned away from him to face the movie.

“Maybe I just can’t get enough of it.” You teased. You didn’t even have to look at him to know he was smirking proudly.

When you had agreed to watch Tom’s newest film, The Devil All the Time, with him and the rest of the boys, you thought it was a good idea. You had even been on set with Tom for a majority of the film, so you thought you had a good understanding of the violence in the film. Key word: thought.

It was a cinematically beautiful film, no doubt, and, of course, you loved your boyfriend’s performance in it, but some scenes were intense. While you felt comforted in Tom’s warm embrace, there was still an uneasy pit in your stomach as the movie played on.

“So, thoughts?” Tom asked, almost nervously while the credits rolled.

“Very badass.” Harrison acknowledged.

“Still can’t believe you killed Edward Cullen.” Tuwaine commented, and Harry nodded his head in agreement.

“And Bucky.” Sam added. Tom rolled his eyes at them and turned to look at you in his arms.

“I always knew you were secretly team Jacob.” Harrison teased.

“What’d you think of it?” While Tom genuinely cared what the others thought of his movie, your opinion mattered the most to him.

“It was great.” You reassured him, biting back your discomfort, “Your accent was pretty hot in it, too.”

“Why, thank you, darling.” Tom said, switching into his southern accent with ease and making you roll your eyes at his cheesiness.

The film talk continued for another hour with the boys argued over characters and themes and accents, just everything. Meanwhile, you sat there, cuddled up to Tom, as your mind silently played over a few select scenes, unable to get the unspeakable images out of your head. You reasoned that it was all fake; hell, you’d even seen most of those scenes be filmed.

That night, your mind kept returning to the film, replaying the scenes over and over in an even more dramatic and gruesome way. You weren’t sure how long you laid there, trying to focus on Tom’s soft snores and steady breaths to calm your mind, but, when sleep finally overcame you, it did little to help your mental battle.

Tom woke up with a start when he heard you let out a yelp. He was about to jump into action and (very blearily) fight off whoever was harming you, but he softened as he realized you were asleep right beside him. Not only was your yelp alerting, but you were also clutching onto the pillow for your dear life, not peacefully cuddled up to Tom. As he looked at your face, twisted up in distress, he felt his heart sting with worry.

“It’s not real, it’s not real.” You kept mumbling to yourself over and over in despair.

“Y/N, baby, wake up.” Tom started to shake your shoulder gently, trying to pull you from your nightmare. After a moment, your eyes fluttered open. As soon as you registered that you were awake and that Tom was in front of you, you let go of the pillow and hugged him tightly. Rubbing your back soothingly as you cried into his bare chest, Tom comforted you, “It was just a nightmare. I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

He kept repeating his words until he felt you begin to breathe steadily again. Feeling the slightest bit calmer, you pulled away from him and slid out of the bed. Tom watched as you maneuvered around the dark room, the only light coming from the alarm clock on his bedside table. You went straight for the box of tissues to wipe your eyes. Leaning over to turn on the table lamp that sat upon the nightstand beside him, he asked, “Do you want to talk about?”

“Not really.” You answered quietly as you climbed back into the bed. “I’m fine, just go back to bed.”

Refusing to believe your words, Tom softly took your hands in his, his thumbs grazing over your skin mindlessly.

He didn’t particularly want to ask his next question, but he was far too concerned about you to care, “Was it the movie? Was it me?”

“It wasn’t you.” You reassured him, but when you saw the worried frown still etched on his lips, you let go of his hands and shuffled into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands rested on your hips, pulling you closer to him. “Tom, I promise I didn’t have a nightmare about Arvin murdering me.”

“Why’d you put that thought in my head?” He asked in disbelief and you laughed lightly, shaking your head at him.

“I don’t particularly remember what my dream was, but it wasn’t you. I was already on edge because of the Carl and Sandy scenes and then Lenora—“ You shivered a little, trailing off, and his thumbs began tracing soft circles on your hips through the thin material of your sleep shirt.

“If you didn’t like the movie, why didn’t you say?”

“No, I did like the movie.” You moved a hand up to push his loose curls off his forehead, running your fingers through his hair, “It’s a really good movie, and you should be proud of yourself because you were phenomenal. It was just too intense for me, and my subconscious got the better of me while I was sleeping.”

“You know I’d never hurt you, right? Never.” Tom said, seeking his own comfort now as he still pondered on your previous comment about his character.

“I know.” You smiled at him, leaning in to kiss him. As your lips moved against his, it took him a minute to actually kiss you back.

“We should probably get back to sleep.” He mumbled, groaning a little as he pulled his lips away from yours. He looked over at the clock to see it blindingly tell him it was nearly 1:30 in the morning.

“I’m still a bit shaken up. I don’t know if I can fall back asleep now.” You answered truthfully. Tom’s hands made their way down to the hem of your sleep shirt.

“I can think of something to distract you.” He smirked, and you playfully rolled your eyes at his cheekiness, “You spent two and a half hours ogling my ass in jeans.” He switched into his southern accent again, “Don’t you wanna see this ass in person?”

“You’re so weird.” You laughed, cupping his cheeks to bring him in for another kiss.

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 4 years

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The Devil All the Time | Tom Holland x reader

Summary: You see the trailer for Tom’s new movie but he doesn’t want you to watch it. You do it anyways.

A/N: I just watched this movie tonight and imma be honest; kinda disappointed. Don’t get me wrong, loved the choice of cast members. But when I first saw the trailer for this, I was super excited and bought the book. Then heard how dark and morbid it was and was a little apprehensive about reading it, but I went along with it. I may be weird, but I actually enjoyed the book. I was then a little frightened about watching the movie because I didn’t know how into detail they would go, but I was impressed and glad they didn’t. anyways, book was way better than the movie.

!!!!! HOWEVER, IT IS RATED R FOR A REASON AND IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE, DON’T WATCH IT. I’M NOT SAYING GO WATCH IT. DON’T GET ME WRONG, IT’S FUCKED UP BUT I WAS PREPARED AND I KNEW MY LIMITS AND KNEW I COULD HANDLE IT. PLEASE JUST BEWARE, DO YOUR RESEARCH AND WATCH AT YOUR OWN RISK. !!!!!!!

anyhoo. I had this idea after watching it and I was going to see if anyone else wanted to write it for me because I don’t really write for Tom Holland, but decided eh I’ll do it. I kinda like how it turned out??? i know tom probably isn’t like this at all but this is fanfiction and i have a wild imaginationnnnnnn

!!!!!!! little steamy at the end, so reader beware !!!!!

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“Thomas Stanley Holland!”

Tom immediately stops his motion of putting his sandwich to his mouth. “uh oh.”

You come running down the stairs, almost slipping as you enter the kitchen, “This is the new movie you’ve been working on?!” You shove the phone toward him, the trailer for his new movie, The Devil All the Time. You knew he was working on a new movie, but due to legal reason, he wasn’t allowed to tell you anything.

He lets out a small sigh of relief, he wasn’t in trouble, “Yes.” He takes a bite of the sandwich, “But I don’t want you watching it.”

Your shoulders schlump at the order, “Why?” You frown, “I always watch your new movies.. I want to support you.”

He wipes his mouth with his napkin, “Because love it’s not a movie you should watch. It’s dark.”

“But it looks amazing. And it’s got Sebastian and Robert in it!”

“I mean it, y/n.” His voice is stern, “It’s not a movie you would like.”

You waited until you knew he’d be out for a couple hours and decided to finally watch it. Even after he told you not too. People couldn’t stop talking about it and you finally broke down and watched it.

You sit cross legged on the couch, a bag of popcorn in your lap as you watch the movie.

You’d almost made it to the end of the movie when Tom quietly walked in.

“I know you’re not watching my new movie.”

You jump at the sound of his voice and it stops you in your path of bringing a piece of popcorn to your mouth, “Uh oh.” Your eyes widen.

“Love, I told you not to watch it.”

You pause the movie and move the popcorn to the table, “But it’s good!” You watch as he rounds the couch and grabs a few pieces of popcorn for himself.

“And your accent!” You let out a groan, “Who knew your southern accent could be so.. so sexy!”

He rolls his eyes and sits next to you, “You think my southern accent is sexy?”

You bite your lip and give a small nod, “the whole… You got time for a sinner? I mean your accent was on point the entire movie. Your hair looked fantastic.”

“it sounds like you’re liking my character a little more than me.” He raises an eyebrow at you.

You can’t help but blush, “it’s different… I’m used to innocent Peter Parker.”

He hums in response and makes his way to hover over you, “I told you not to watch it.”

You innocently bite your lip, “I’m sorry?”

He presses a kiss to your lips, chin and up your jaw, whispering in his fake southern drawl, “You got time for a sinner?”

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webslinger-holland · 3 years

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The Royal Family | Chapter Five

Summary: When two royal family’s decide to conjoin their countries, they arrange a marriage between their eldest children. Once the two royals meet, it takes a lot of convincing before they are ready to begin their reign together...

Warning: flirting, courting, kissing, dancing, mentions of a pervert, mentions of illness and death

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Type: The Royal Family Series

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The lingering light was obliterated by the rapidly falling night. A canopy of luminous stars materialized amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark, moonless night.

The lake glistened, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of glittering stars and the luminescence from the small houses in the villages across the land. The faint wind brushed against the water's surface, the ripples ruffled the stillness of the surface, and shattered the reflection of the harbor.

The entire royal family was fast asleep, laying in their comfortable beds with their heads resting against the soft feather pillows. One tiresome soul was tossing and turning in his sleep, feelings sudden pain of discomfort in his chest.

The King of the East slowly leaned forward, sitting up in his bed. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and placed his hands on the mattress, staying completely still for one moment. He closed his eyes and groaned to himself, wincing in an uncomfortable pain. He reached up and placed his fingers against his chest, pressing against his throbbing heart.

The king slowly stood to his feet, placing his hand on the side table for support. A tingling sensation coursed through his veins, briefing numbing his arms. He grunted in pain, pressing deeper into his chest in hopes to relieve himself of some pain.

The king turned his head and grabbed the small glass of water on his side table. His old and wrinkled hands wrapped around the dainty little cup, bringing it towards his chapped lips. He could feel the fresh and cool water dripping down his throat, relieving himself of the dryness.

When the king set down his empty cup, he couldn't help but look at his wrinkly hands. He turned them over and examined his palms. He breathed a small sigh. The king was getting older and older every day. It was only a matter of time before...

The king closed his eyes, pushing the negative thoughts into the back of his head. He laid back down in bed, pulling the covers over his body again. He stared at the ceiling and shook his head slightly. He didn't want to think about the possibilities of one's life ending shortly. He had to force himself to think more positive. He needed to make the best of these last few days he had on earth. He had to make the most of his time.

His mind drifted to his daughter, thinking about the events that would happen if he were to die soon. She would most likely have to move to the southern kingdom. She would be forced to live with her future-in-laws. She would have to live in a foreign place without any help or assistance. He closed his eyes because he couldn’t bare to think about all the changes she would endure within the next couple weeks. He could only pray that the good lord didn’t take him instantly.

The king secretly wished that his parting would be painless; that the king of the heavens would take his soul as he slept peacefully in his bed. He was afraid of death. He didn’t want to leave this cruel world for the sake of the only family he had left which was his own daughter. He didn’t want to leave her, but he knew that he would have to soon enough. Little did the king know, death would be knocking on his door much sooner than he would have ever expected...

The young princess was currently seated in her father's chambers, gazing at her father as he looked at himself in the mirror. He reached up and straightened his royal attire, fitting it to his liking. Three servants crowded around him, stitching and sewing the new fabric together to the exact specifications.

"It will be any day now," the king of the east said, smiling widely.

The young princess looked up at him, furrowing her eyebrows in contusion. The king gazed into the mirror, looking at his daughter with teasing eyes. Her shoulders slumped slightly, lazily glaring at the king.

"Pretty soon," the king said, nodding his head. "The prince of the north will be getting down on one knee for you," the king said, stepping down from his high place. He turned around and walked towards his desk, grabbing a few documents.

The princess looked down at her hands, hiding the evident blush creeping onto her face. The king turned his head and looked at her, smiling softly at her sheepish demeanor.

"Afterwards, the prince will most likely have to change his title to the king of the north. I suppose you'll have to move to the southern kingdom with your new spouse," the king added. The princess slowly lifted her head, looking her father with saddened eyes. "There...you can raise a family together."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, papa." The princess said, standing to her feet. "He hasn't even proposed yet," she said with a gentle smile on her face. She took a few steps forward and reached out, grabbing her father's old hands in her own.

The king tilted his head to the side, gazing* his daughter with loving and caring eyes. He shook his head in disbelief. He chuckled softly to himself, wishing he was dreaming. He no longer saw his little girl. She was a young woman know who would most likely be engaged in a few short days. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"My..." the king's voice trailed off. He raised one of his wrinkled hands towards her face, cupping it gently. The tears were forming in his eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. You are looking more and more like your mother with each passing day. My little girl is all grown up now. She's not a little girl anymore; she is a woman. She won't need me anymore."

“You know that's not true, papa. You've helped me in more ways than one. I don't know what I would do without you,” the princess said, shaking her head slightly. “A-And I am sure I can visit you. We might be able to come here in the summers or winters. That way, we would be able to see each other at least twice a year. That wouldn’t be so bad.”

The king looked down as the tears streamed down his face, dripping onto the floor. He slowly nodded his head understandingly. The princess's eyes softened as she looked at her broken father. She reached forward and wrapped her arms around his large and round figure, hugging him tightly.

The king closed his eyes as the tears streamed down his face. He buried his face in her, soft hair, breathing in the sweet scent of wild daisies. He couldn't help suppress the growing smile on his face.

“The prince is a good man. He will take care of you, and he will love you. He will keep you safe," the king whispered in her ear. The princess smiled to herself.

“I know,” the princess said, nodding her head in agreement.

The princess's little hands rubbed up and down his back reassuringly, soothing him into a form of contentment. They simply held onto each other for a few moments, savoring the sweet time they had together as father and daughter. It very well could have been their last.

The young prince was seated at his writing desk, scribbling on a piece of paper. He raised to paper upwards and looked at the words. After reading, he shook his head in disapproval. He crumpled the paper in his hands, tossing it aside. He pulled out a fresh piece of paper, starting over.

"My dearest Y/N," the prince said aloud, writing the words neatly on the paper. "From the moment I first met you, I...knew there was something special about you. You make my heart flutter with joy. Your smile brightens my day. My love for you is unconditional and everlasting. Would you...do me the honor...of becoming...my wife?"

The poor boy had been practicing his long speech from the moment they started their courtship. He probably went through at least a million sheets of parchment, perfecting and correcting the speech to his own liking.

He didn't want to come off as a cheesy romantic with his silly little words. He wanted this moment to be perfect. However, from the way his speech was turning out, he was beginning to doubt himself.

"You make my heart flutter with joy," Thomas repeated, pondering the words for a moment before shaking his head. "No, that sounds too cliche." He crumbled the paper into a small ball, tossing it.

The prince fiddled with his pen, dipping it into the small or of black ink. He leaned forward and placed his elbow on his writing desk, settling his chin into the palm of his hand. He pursed his lips together in thought.

"What to say?" He whispered to himself.

The prince thought long and hard, running over a million different instances on how to express his true feelings to the love of his life. He started smiling to himself, imagining how happy they would be it she accepted his proposal.

Suddenly, a thought entered his mind. He furrowed his eyebrows and straightened his back in posture. He shook his head, hoping to deny himself from the negative thoughts.

What if she said no?

However, the prince's father and brothers walked into the room before he could pursue the question further. He shook his mind free of the negative thoughts, throwing a fake smile on his face as he looked at his small family.

Prince Sam walked towards the lounge chair, flopping down on it. He lifted his book towards himself, burying his time into the book. Prince Harry strutted over towards his older brother, grabbing a nearby chair. He swung the chair around and sat down, pushing his chest into the back of the chair. He folded his arms over the back of the chair, leaning forward.

The king of the north walked towards the window, putting his hands behind his back as he stared out the window. His oldest son looked up, gazing at his father from across the room. He picked up some papers, pretending to be focused on something work related instead of having to listen to his brother’s taunting voice. He ruffled the papers around in his hands, trying to distract himself.

"You’ll have to propose," the king of the north said, keeping his gaze on the outside gardens. The young prince did not look up, but he nodded his head in agreement.

"I know," Thomas said.

The king turned his head and looked at his son with concerned eyes. The young prince quickly turned his head, diverting his gaze back to the blank paper in front of him. He cleared his throat awkwardly before speaking up.

"I am working on it," Thomas explained.

"Do know have any idea what you are planning on saying to her? Do you have a little speech prepared? Are you going to take her someplace special?Are you going to get down on one knee or are you going to ask her standing up?" Harry's questions were flying out of his mouth at a rapid pace.

“I-I don’t know. Maybe,” Thomas said, shaking his head slightly.

The king of the north walked around the room, kneeling down to grab the crumpled pieces of paper. He unraveled one and tilted his head to the side, reading the small speech. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. His son's writing wasn't so bad.

"Why are you not using these drafts?" The king asked, lifting the crumpled piece of paper. The young prince sunk back into his seat, feeling the heat burning his cheeks a vibrant red. He didn't say anything fore moment.

"I-I don't want to use those," Thomas said, stumbling over his words.

"And why not?"

"They are not that good. When I propose to her, I want to be able to speak from my heart. I want to speak freely to her. I want to express my thoughts and feelings without any difficulty. It’s best that I just don’t write it down,” Thomas said, fiddling with his hands.

The haunting thought came back to him, making him feel sick to his stomach. The one syllable word with only two letters was his one big fear. He wouldn't be able to bear hearing that word escape through her lips after he would ask herthe most important question in his life. The word...

The young prince grabbed his small pen, twisting it between his fingers. He could barely look into his father's worried and concerned eyes. The probability of rejection was just as equal as the probability of acceptance. The thought of rejection scared the young prince.

"I-I am afraid that proposing is not going to be so easy," Thomas said, stuttering. The king stepped forward and furrowed his eyes together in confusion, tilting his head to the side.

“Why is that?”

"B-Be...Because I am not sure she will say yes," the prince said. He could feel the hot tears filling his eyes, threatening to fall at any given moment. He clutched onto his little pen tightly, holding it close to him.

"But at least you will know that if she says yes, it will be with her heart. You will never know until you ask her, Thomas." The king of the north said, tilting his head to the side. His eyes were filled with love for his eldest son.

The king raised his hand into the air, summoning his other two children. They scurried to their feet, following their father. The king looked over his shoulder, gazing at his eldest son one last time before they exited the room. They left the room and closed the door behind them, leaving the young prince to his own troubling thoughts.

The prince walked through the hallways of the palace, looking for one of his brothers. He rounded the corner and nearly collided with the king of the east. The old man grunted slightly, startled in the young prince’s sudden appearance. The prince’s eyes widened in realization.

“Oh! Your Majesty, I am so sorry,” Thomas said, stumbling over his words. He reached out and touched the king’s arm, making sure the elderly man wasn’t too startled. He hoped he hadn’t given him a heart attack. The older man placed his hand on his heart, feeling the sudden pain return. “I am so sorry. Are you hurt?”

"No, i-it's nothing,” the king said, shaking his head in denial. "I was actually coming to find you. I would like for you to give these invitations to your family members. We will be hosting a ball this next upcoming week, and you are all invited," the king said with a proud smile on his face.

The prince took the four small invitations into his hands, reading the titles of names on each one. "Thank you, sir. Might I ask for what occasion?" The prince tilted his head to the side in confusion.

The corners of the kings' lips tugged into a smile. "I think you know the occasion," the king said, smiling uncontrollably. Thomas could feel the blood rushing to his head, the heat warming his cheeks.

"I-It wouldn't happen to be an engagement party, would it?" The prince asked, almost afraid of the answer. The king nodded his head in confirmation. The prince closed his eyes, mentally cursing to himself.

"I wanted to give you this," the king said, reaching into his pocket and grabbing something. He pulled out a small velvet box, opening it up to showcase a priceless diamond ring.

The prince gingerly reached forward and grabbed the box in his hands, examining the breath-taking ring. "I-I don't know what to say. It's beautiful," Thomas said, shaking his head.

"It was her mother's ring," the king stated. "Her mother wanted me to give it to her the day she got engaged. My little girl used to gaze and admire that ring, fiddling with it on her mother's dainty little finger. I think...she secretly hoped it would be her's one day. I want that to come true.”

Carefully, Thomas closed the little ring box and held it in his hands. He pursed his lips together in thought He turned his head and looked at the king with worried eyes. He breathed a nervous sigh.

"I hope to be a good husband to her," Thomas said, nodding his head. The king reached forward and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, smiling at him reassuringly.

"You will be," the king said, reassuring the boy not to be so nervous. The corners of the prince's lips lifted into a small smile. His brow was wrinkled because he was still afraid of the possibility of rejection. "She thinks very highly of you," the king stated.

"Really?" Thomas asked, looking at the king with a surprised expression. The king nodded his head slowly, confirming his little question. The prince looked down at the ring box in his hands, moving it around slightly.

"She talks about you as if you put the stars in the sky," the king said, smiling profoundly. The prince looked down at his feet, feeling the heat rising to his cheeks for about the hundredth time that day. "You are a good man, Thomas."

The prince lifted his head, gazing at his future father-in-law. The corner of his lips tugged into a brief smile for the next moment; it disappeared entirely. He moved the little box around in his hands again.

"I know you will take very good care of my daughter. I want you both to know that I am very proud of you. You have made my little girl very happy, and for that, I am forever grateful. Thank you," the king said.

The prince couldn't seem to form any words. He pushed his lips into his mouth and gazed down at his feet, nodding his head in acceptance. The king reached out and patted the young prince’s shoulder. The king stepped forward, walking down the hallways of the palace.

The prince turned his head to look over the small stretch of his shoulder, watching the king’s retreating figure. The king had lifted his hand to touch his chest, pushing slightly to relieve the pain. He grunted to himself, hoping and praying that the pain in his chest would go away. He pushed a little harder, successfully relieving himself of the pain.

The night of the grand ball, the princess was standing in front of the mirror in nothing but her corset. The servant was kneeling behind her, tugging at the strings tighter and tighter. The woman breathed a small gasp as the forest tightened around her waist. As the corset was tied off, the princess looked at herself in the mirror.

The servant stood to her feet and approached a chair, grabbing the princess' light pink ballgown. She turned around and carried the dress back towards the princess, slipping it over her head. The servant walked around the princess, fitting the dress around her small body nicely.

"Tell me something," the princess said, furrowing her eyebrows together. "Do you...do you think the prince handsome?"

In response, the servant looked up and shrugged hershoulder in defeat. She went back to fitting the dress around the princess's frame. "I-It's not in my place to say, your highness."

"I am asking you," the princess defended. The servant pursed her lips together in thought, wondering if she should freely speak her mind in front of the royals. She lifted her head, meeting the princess's stare in the mirror. She swallowed the nervous lump in her throat.

“Then...” the servant’s voice trailed off. “Yes. He is very handsome.”

The princess's lips lifted into a smile. She turned her head and looked at herself in the mirror, smoothing her hands over her pink dress. She tilted her head to the side as her smile left her face.

"Do...do you think he might propose tonight?" She asked.

"One could only hope, your highness." The servant said. The princess stepped off her stand and walked towards her vanity, sitting down properly. The servant walked towards her and grabbed her brush, working it through the princess's long hair.

"I will never forget the moment I fell in love with him," the princess said, sighing with a smile on her face. The servant briefly looked up before grabbing a few silver pins, placing them in her hair to hold it up. "A few months ago, I sprained my ankle."

"I remember."

"The prince carried me over the threshold. He carried me effortlessly throughout the palace, insisting that he escorted me to my room. I had grown to like him a lot, but it was in that moment thati truly knew...that I loved him," the princess added.

"You must be very happy," the servant said.

"I am," the princess replied, nodding her head in agreement. She stood to her feet as soon as her hair was fixed. She walked towards hertable, grabbing a few white daisies and placing them in her hair.

The princess turned around and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hands smoothed over her dress, wringing out any wrinkles or creases. Her soft pink lips lifted into a gentle smile. She turned her body towards the door and opened it, leaving her chambers behind.

The servant smiled to herself as she watched the princess leave the room. She reached down and grabbed one of the little daisies on the table. She brought it to her nose and inhaled its sweet scent. She gently placed the flower in her hair, feeling like a little princess herself.

The grand music streamed throughout the entire ballroom. The room was nearly full of guests from across the land, arranging from friends and family. The beautiful arrange of different colored dresses swung around the room in tune with the music, dancing with their partners.

Some people stood off the to side, watching the younger people dance with a kick in their step. The rich champagne was passed around the room on silver platters from the servants, offering each guest a glass.

As the music dialed down and the song ended, the princess looked down at the small tag attached to her wrist. She narrowed her eyes, reading off the next person she was supposed to dance with. She looked around the room before spotting a tall man walking towards her; her partner for the next dance. She politely curtsied, and he bowed his head in response.

The music started up, the violins and flutes singing their own little tunes happily. The people danced in time with the music, swaying around with their partner. As they held each other for the dance, the man couldn't help but drink in the princess's breath-taking appearance.

On more than one occasion, the perverted man looked down at the princess's cleavage, sneaking a little peek. His one wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her closer to his chest. The princess was more than uncomfortable in this situation. His breath reeked of the alcohol that lingered on his lips. ››

The prince could not keep his eyes off the young princess. Though he wanted to spend time with her, he had not reserved a dance with his lover. Not even one.

The various people crowding the room, talked amongst themselves. They were mostly talking about the young couple, spreading gossip and talking nonsense with each other.

The two kings turned their heads and looked at the prince who was staring at his lover from across the room. The king of the east smiled to himself, looking at his future son-in-law. He nodded his head in approval.

"He is such a fine looking boy," the king said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Yes, he is," the prince's father said, nodding his head in agreement. The man couldn't help but smile, gazing at his eldest child with the utmost pride swelling in his heart.

Some eldedy ladies were standing across the room, whispering amongst themselves about the young prince. The three ladies leaned closer together, talking of nothing but pure gossip.

"Do you see how he is gazing at her?" One of the duchesses said with a giddy smile on her old face. The two other ladies nodded their heads in agreement.

"What is he gazing at though? Is he gazing at a princess or a future spouse?" The other elderly woman said. The ladies chatted amongst themselves, talking about the prince and the princess.

The prince watched from afar, observing each dance carefully. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, looking at the perverted man trying to get under the princess's skirt. But he wouldn't have that happen.

"The princess looks uncomfortable," a woman said, whispering to her friend. The prince turned his head slightly, listening in on their private conversation. The other woman nodded her head, stuffing a little cake into her mouth in the process.

“She has a courter. Why is she dancing with all these men then?" The other woman asked, shaking her head and eating another little cake happily. The woman shrugged her shoulders in defeat.

"It's not required that she dance with her courter for every dance. She can dance with anyone she likes. I have heard that the prince of the south was supposed to propose tonight," the woman gossiped.

"Really? That can't be!"

"It's true. I heard it from the king myself," the lady said, lying to her friend's face. "Personally, I think that the prince backed out of the proposal. He got cold feet, and he decided that he wasn't going to ask her after all. That's why he isn't dancing with her. He probably doesn't even love her anymore," the lady said, scoffing slightly.

The prince clenched his fists in anger, spinning around to glare at the two women. The ladies froze in their place, seeing the young prince standing before them. Thier mouth's dropped open, and their eyes widened in disbelief.

“Y-Your Highness,” they said, simultaneously curtsying. They kept their heads low for they were ashamed to even look the royal in the eye. The man gritted his teeth together before speaking to them.

“You...have no idea how much I love that woman,” the prince said angrily.

“O-Of course, your highness. W-We were foolish to think otherwise. We do apologize,” one of the ladies said, fumbling over her words. She nudged the other woman in the stomach.

“Y-Yes. We do apologize,” the other one said.

"I do not want to see you two ever again. Begone with you," the prince said, throwing his hand into the air. The two ladies were quietly escorted out of the palace by the guards, never to set foot in it again.

The prince turned around and looked at his lover, making sure she was still there. In response, Thomas's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight before him. He clenched his fists together upon seeing the strange man with his grubby hands all over the princess.

Suddenly, the man's hand sneaked a little lower than need be. He was nearly groping at the princess's arse. The prince could hear a number of women gasping in disbelief around him, saying that the strange man's actions were quite scandalist.

The princess's eyes widened in lean She squirmed around in the mans embrace, desperate to get away from him. He squeezed her tighter, pulling a small yelp out of her.

That was his breaking point. The prince charged up towards the man and placed his hand on his shoulder, pulling him away from the princess. He stumbled back slightly, clearly drunk out of his mind.

The music slowly dialed down. An awkward silence stretched throughout the room with all eyes on the little accident. The prince looked around before nodding his head at some guards. They walked towards them, bowing their heads politely.

"I want you to escort this man out of the palace," Thomas said quietly so nobody could hear him. The two guards nodded their heads and stepped forward, grabbing the strange man. They dragged him away from the party, forcing him to leave the palace for good.

The man argued with the guards, saying that he was a duke of the west and that they had no right to throw him out. The guards ignored his ranting nonsense and forcefully shoved him out of the grand palace.

A soft, familiar tune streamed through the air as the musicians started playing a waltz. The prince quickly stepped forward, looking at his lover with concerned eyes. She placed her hand on his arm, smiling at him reassuringly.

"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" The prince asked.

"No, I am fine. Thanks to you," the princess said. Their lips tugged into a smile. The prince looked down at his feet, contemplating whether or not he should ask her to dance with him.

"May I have the pleasure?" Thomas asked, reaching out a hand. The princess looked down at her small tag before looking around the room. She nodded her head hesitantly, making sure nobody was suppose to dance with her.

“I believe this one is free,” she said.

The princess reached out and took hold of the prince's hand. He led hertowards the center of the room, wrapping his arm around her waist and slowly pulling her closer into his embrace. Their hands entwined together. His other hand rested on her hip while her other hand rested on his shoulder. They swayed to the music.

"You dance beautifully," Y/N said, furrowing her eyebrows in slight confusion. She didn't know that he could dance, let alone very good. They swayed in tune with the music, dancing with each other happily.

"I think...before...l was afraid," Thomas admitted. His voice was low and deep, coming out in a whisper. The princess furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion, looking at the prince questionably.

"Afraid?"

"I was afraid of humiliating myself in front of you. I didn't want to step on your little toes,” he whispered, leaning closer. “Sometimes...it can be hard to find the right rhythm, but not with you.”

“Thomas,” the princess whispered.

“Come with me,” the prince said, pulling away from her. He reached out and offered his hand which she gladly took hold of. The prince led the princess away from the party, leaving the palace to go and walk through the gardens.

"Where are we going?" The princess asked, feeling the darkness surround her. He pulled her through the gardens until they came across the fountain. They turned their heads and looked at the palace from afar. Nobody seemed to notice their sudden disappearance. "What are we doing out here?"

"There is something I need to ask you Thomas said. The princess placed her hands on her ones, hoping to bring herself some form of warmth. Her lips parted slightly.

"I...I-I...I-I..." the prince couldn't seem to form any words. His breath had caught in his throat, preventing him from speaking another word. He thought fore moment, collecting his words.

Instinctively, Thomas reached forward and cupped Y/N's face in his hands. He quickly leaned down and smashed his lips against hers. She stumbled back, taken back slightly by his sudden actions.

Slowly, she melted into the kiss. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His arms laced around her waist, holding her against his body. He tilted his head to the side, deepening their connection.

When they pulled apart, the princess panted heavily in hopes to regain her breath. The prince leaned forward, pressing his head against hers. He stared at her lips, thinking of how badly he wanted to kiss her lips again.

"I love you."

Those three little words effortlessly rolled off his tongue. The princess pulled away from him, staring up at him with disbelief. Her lips were slightly parted. She blinked a few times, pondering his words.

"W-What?" Her voice quivered.

"I love you," he said. His voice did not waver once. It was steady, solid. He looked her straight in the eyes. He wasn't lying at all. He meant it. He really did love her with all of his heart

The salty tears streamed in the princess's eyes. A small smile stretched across her face. "I love you too," she said. The prince lifted his head and looked at her surprised.

"You do?"

"Yes," the princess said, nodding her head. The prince reached forward and cupped her face in his hands, feeling the tears begin to fill his eyes. His tears blurred and clouded his vision, but he needed to speak his mind.

"When I say I love you more, I do not mean I love you more than you love me. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us. I love you more than any fight we will ever have. I love you more than the distance between us. I love you more than any obstacle that could try and come between us. I love you with my whole heart," the prince said, looking her in the eyes.

"Thomas," she said with a broad smile on her face. The tears in her eyes streamed down her face, dripping onto the flooring beneath them. The prince shook his head, silencing her with a simple gesture. He wasn't done yet.

"Ever since I met you, nobody else is worth thinking about. I always think of you before I fall asleep. The words you have said, the way you looked. The things we laughed about, the silent moments we shared together. And when I dream, I dream of you. Because its about you. It has always been about you,” Thomas added.

The smile on her face only grew with each words corning out of his mouth. He used his thumb to wipe away her happy tears. She reached up and grasped onto his wrist, holding it in place as he continued speaking.

"I may not get to see you as often as I like. I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night. But deep in my heart, I truly know you're the one that I love. You are the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. And I can't let you go because I love you with all my heart," he said.

The princess closed her eyes, pushing the tears down her face. The prince dipped his head down and looked her in the eyes as soon as she opened them again. He smiled down at her.

"Something tells me that I am going to love you forever. I don't think I will ever stop loving you. You are my future. You are my life now. A-And I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he said.

Slowly, the prince lowered himself to the floor, getting down on one knee. The princess smiled uncontrollably, holding his hands in her own. The prince reached into his pocket and pulled out the black velvet box, holding it in front of her. He opened the box, drawing a small gasp from her lips.

"Thomas!"

She had recognized the ring. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was slightly open, staring at the ring with disbelief. The prince smiled at her little reaction, finding it the cutest thing on earth.

"Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

The princess nodded her head in response. The tears were effortlessly streaming down her face for she almost couldn't control herself. "Yes," she said happily. The prince straightened his back in posture upon hewing her positive response.

“Come here, darling.”

The princess moved slightly, sitting down on his perched knee. He carefully pulled the ring out the box before sliding it onto her dainty little finger. She covered her mouth, admiring the ring's stunning beauty. It was a perfect fit.

The young woman turned her head and wrapped her arms around the were neck, pressing her lips against his. She was still crying out of pure joy and happiness. They pulled away from each other. She rested her newly dassled hand on his chest, staring into his chocolate brown eyes.

"I love you,' she whispered.

"I love you," the prince said. They wrapped their arms around each other's figure, holding one another dose to their bodies. They buried their faces into the crook of each other's neck, breathing in their intoxicating scent. They stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, embracing each other like a lifeline. What a way to end the night...

The celebration had ended hours ago. The young couple finally showed up near the end. They walked towards the front of the room and gathered everyone's attention, publicly announcing their engagement. The people were beyond thrilled, expressing their congratulations throughout the rest of the night.

A few hours later, the guests had left the palace. The servants were currently cleaning up the mess downstairs while the royals were all fast asleep in their own cozy beds. The night was quiet, peaceful, tranquil.

The king of the north felts sudden tight pain in his chest, stronger than ever before. He gasped for air, clutching his chest in attempts to relieve himself of the unbearable pain. The pain was overwhelming, draining the king's life.

The elderly man wheezed for air as he slowly lost feeling in his body. A final breath escaped his lips before the pain came to a halting stop. The king's eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling of his chambers. The life drained from his eyes. His soul had left his body in the most painful way possible. He didn't think that death would be knocking on his door to soon. The king of the north was dead. He only wished he had said goodbye...

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Apple Tree Kisses | T.H.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: The boys take Y/N out for apple picking on their day off. Much fun. Much cuteness. And lots and lots of apples.

A/N: So maybe another mini installment of fall adventures with Tom? Well see how it goes. Hoenstly dont even know I feel about this one lol.

“We’re going apple picking this fall right?” Y/N asked the boys as they all sat down, scrolling through their phone in their cozy Berlin suite. Neither letting out an answer, as they all sighed in unison.

“Right?” Y/N asked again. “Tom, right?” She playfully shoved his shoulder hoping to grab her boyfriend’s attention. Y/N could easily see the slight smirk that grew on his face. Of course, Tom was never one to ignore his girlfriend, but he loved to tease her when it came to doing things she really wanted to do. In all the years they’ve been together, he knew Y/N was the most indecisive person in the world but when she knew what she wanted...she knew exactly what she wanted and would go the distance to get it.

“Mmm I dont know Y/N. We might be busy.” He chuckled, his pink sleeves engulfing Y/N in a cozy bear hug.

“Cmonnn. It’ll be fun. We cant miss it this year. It’s tradition.” She reasoned.

“I know Darling. Soon. I promise.” Tom gave her a chaste kiss on her slightly chapped frown, which slowly turned into the smile he always loved to see.

Needless to say, soon came a lot faster than Y/N anticipated. As she wrapped up a few emails from work, Tom, Harry, and Sam stood before her, leaning over the table, giving the Goofy Holland smile. “Whats up with you three?” Y/N giggled.

“We’re going on a trip. So you better get ready.” Sam answered as he walked away.

“Better hurry up before we leave you.” Harry joked around as he made his way out as well.

“I do suggest you wear something cute. I mean, you always look cute. You’re perfect, but Im just saying that red plaid shirt you got in the closet...just does things to me.” He groans, making his way to their room to get ready as well.

Y/N playfully rolls her eyes and scoffs out a chuckle. Of course all the boys finished up before her as they head to the car waiting for Y/N. She appears, wearing Tom’s suggestion with a white top undeneath the plaid shirt and black leggings, opening the door and sitting beside her giddy boyfriend, who was smiling from ear to ear. He sported a denim jacket and pants with a white shirt underneath and navy blue baseball hat, much like his character Arvin from Devil All the Time. Of course Tom very well knew, this look did things to Y/N after the first time she saw the film with him, making comments about how hot he looked as a southern bad boy. “Well you’re looking mighty fine there miss.” Tom flirts, displaying his southern accent for Y/N.

“Why thank you kind sir. You’re not too bad yourself.” She responds back, smirking at his comment. Tom leans in quickly to give her a small peck...only to go back in for another. And another..and another...

“Ugh, can we save the flirting and snogging till after the car ride. Please. Im trying to keep my lunch down for the next hour.” Harry groaned in the front seat.

“Sorry Harry.” The love birds mumble as they sit in their respective seats.

For those wondering, Harry did indeed survive the hour drive while keeping his lunch in tact. The group arrived at the German apple orchard called Alstead farms where they were dropped off at front.

Y/N took in her surroundings. Seeing the fall foliage, with autumn colored leaves sprinking the walkways, the sounds of the busy stands of food and fresh produce, the smell of freshly fried apple cider donuts it reminded her exactly why fall was her favorite season.

“Cmon darling, you’re supposed to be day dreaming about me not those apple cider donuts.” Tom teases as he grabs her hand in his.

“Trust me mate, I wouldnt blame Y/N if she was. Those donuts were absolutely amazing..” Sam muffled as he shoved another donut in his mouth.

“Oi, you already got yours?! And didnt even bother to share?” Harry questioned as he tried to grab the crumbled bag of sugary goodness.

Sam rolled his eyes at he reluctantly lent his last donut to his brother. The four grabbed their wagon, maps, and bags, ready to gather as much apples as they could. They went row by row, picking up macintosh, fuji, honey crisps, and empires. They tasted each one closing their eyes in delight, and scrunching their faces with ones that werent so sweet.

Harry took pictures of the surrounding and as he turned around he was given the perfect angle to capture a sweet moment between Tom and Y/N.

The two had their hands interlaced as they admired one tree with golden hues on the apple. Tom leaned in towards Y/N’s ear as he told her a funny apple pun, kissing the top of her head. When Y/N turned around to hear the clicks of the camera, she proceeded to cross her eyes and stick her tongue out.

“Thats attractive.” Harry comments with a hint of sarcasm as he looks through his camera. They all knew how camera shy Y/N got when she was aware of her picture being taken. In her words, posing for the camera while acting natural, made her feel like an awkward deer that’s about to get run over over....Dont ask, its a long story. “Okay, wait the lighting and this tree is perfect though. I want you and Tom up on that tree.” He commanded as he pointed at the sturdy tree with curly branches.

“Uhh...you sure about this?” Y/N asked, in an apprehensive tone. “What if I fall?”

“Oh c’mon darling you know I wont let you.” Tom said as he grabbed her hand to reassure you. “I’m not gonna let you fall. Ill hold on to you the entire time.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Sam, hold the apples for them and I’m begging you to please not eat my share.” Harry groaned at the thought.

Tom and Y/N had situated themselves on the tree not as high up from the ground as they had anticipated. At first they took a photostanding up. Tom towering over her as he stepped onto the higher branch, one arm hanging on the branch above him and another holding onto Y/N’s hand. They smiled and looked into each others eyes completely forgetting that they were on a tree and Harry was taking their pictures. Y/N took his navy hat and placed it on her own as they laughed. Tom licked his lips at the sight and couldnt help but to lean in, “You look so hot right now.”

“Oh god, stop you know thats not true.” Y/N giggles as her cheeks are tinted with a light pink blush. Tom continued to look at her smiling, and buting his lips. He really couldnt contain himself when she was acting this adorable. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to eat me.”

Tom laughs out loud at her comment. “But I kinda do...like everyday.”

“TOM WERE IN PUBLIC!” She squeals covering face.

“Okay love birds, stop the flirting and give me one more pose. If you can manage just kiss each other without falling, I think it’d be perfect.” Harry instructs.

“Dont have to tell me twice, brother.” Tom replies as he looks down at Y/N, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Tom he said kiss not snogg, dont get any ideas. We’re in public!” Sam yelled out.

“You three are such debbie downers, I swear.” Tom pouts.

“Yeah yeah, come on lover boy.” Y/N says curling her index finger to gesture him to lean forward. Tom happily accepts, as he leans down pressin his lips against her soft glossed ones. They stayed like this for sometime, feeling the slight tingles that came with it. Slowly...so very slowly did they pull away, but only for Tom to come in for two small pecks...three...well maybe four...Okay five but that was it.

“Wow...these actually came out good.” Harry said atonished by how well he captured the sweet moment between his brother and Y/N. Tom who was very excited to see how their came out, jumped down from the tree as he made his way towards Harry. Meanwhile Y/N took her time trying to make sure she didnt completely fall off the tree. Sam was watching Y/N as he had his phone recording her. He didnt think there would be much but knowing how clumsy she was anything was game.

She was barely 2 feet off the ground, but for some reason it felt like the empire state building. “Wha-Okay.” She speaks out as she takes a leap of faith. Y/N sticks the landing, she walks toward Sam, Tom, and Harry with confidence that only lasted 0.5 seconds.

Thump

“WHAAA.” Y/N sqeuals, as the branch hits her straight on the face.

While all three boy were heavily concerned, they couldnt help but laugh so hard at what happened to poor Y/N.

“IM SO GLAD I GOT THAT ON VIDEO.” Sam yells out, tears of laughter streaming down his face.

“My god that was priceless. Please send that to me.” Harry says emoting the same expression as his twin brother.

“Darling, are you okay?” Tom says stifling a laugh, as he checks her precious face. “How did you manage to hit the tree?”

“Honestly I dont know.” She cries laughing. “These things just happen.”

“It’s okay.” Tom places feather light kisses on the corner of her eye. “C’mon lets get you an apple cider donut.”

“This is going on instagram I hope you know that.” Harry yells out as the couple walks away.

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mcwriting · 3 years

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sweet home alabama (masterlist)

You really wanna marry me one day?” She asked, smiling.

“I want nothing more than that,” he replied, finishing his confession with a kiss to her cheek and a hug...

...Oh how things change.

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This is my little series that in part is a blend of the movies Sweet Home Alabama and The Hannah Montana Movie, but it is also its own separate thing.

This is definitely different from The Marriage Project in terms of style, setting and characterization, but I think you guys will really like this one, too!

Finally, this story flips between the past and present every so often. I try to make it clear when this happens, but I wanted to give a heads up just in case you all get confused.

Setting: Mostly small town southern Alabama

Ship: Eventual Reader x Tom Holland

Warnings: This won’t be as heavy as TMP, but there will be some angst, tension, some sexual themes, alcohol consumption, and mentions of injury sprinkled throughout which will be tagged on individual chapters as always

Rating: Overall, T

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Remember, this is based in Alabama, so most characters have a deep southern accent which isn’t always obvious in dialogue

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

#sweet home alabama #tom holland #tom holland au #tom holland story #tom holland series #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfic

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junetuesday · 4 years

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sweetener - [fifteen]

Clarity

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader - uni AU

Word Count: 6480

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smut, The Talk

A/N: surprise!!!! its like 7 am on tuesday and i said i’d post on sunday, my eyes hurt but its done!! lmk what you think!!

Updates: 19th march maybe

By the time you and Ruby woke up and managed to venture downstairs in search of food on Saturday morning, Liv had apparently already been up for hours, and had cleaned the living room and kitchen so thoroughly that there was no evidence at all that you’d had predrinks there the night before. The only clue was the carrier bag of alcohol that the boys had left behind sitting by the toaster (though Harrison’s half-full bottle of Southern Comfort had mysteriously disappeared and you found the empty bottle in the recycling later). That was just how Liv tended to deal with things that bothered her - i.e. pretend she was fine and throw all her attention into something else, usually cleaning and/or painting.

The four of you spent the rest of the day watching movies on the sofa, and though the only tangible evidence that anything was wrong was that Liv made you watch Dostana (her comfort movie, though she would never admit it), the atmosphere in the house just felt wrong. Ruby eventually got the train home on Sunday morning, and though of course it was so nice to see her and have her stay, it was equally nice to have some alone time again.

You’d been texting Tom as usual throughout the weekend, but there was something niggling at the back of your mind, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on at first. You couldn’t remember exactly what you’d said to him on the phone when you got home on Friday night, but you had a feeling you might have been a bit short with him - but in your defence, he was being really vague and just not very helpful about the whole thing. Anyway, you realised after it became evident that he clearly hadn’t noticed if you had been off with him, that that wasn’t what was bothering you anyway. What was bothering you was the idea that you were heading in the exact same direction as Liv and Harrison had, and you hadn’t even realised it.

You were almost certain Tom wasn’t seeing other people, or kissing other people on nights out, or doing anything else of that nature with other people - but then that was what Liv thought, and evidently she was wrong about that. She hadn’t said much about it, but from her angry ramblings and the screenshots she sent in the group chat on Sunday night you gathered that Harrison had text her in what you assumed was his usual manner and she had not responded, and she had changed his contact name to ‘Prick’, so you supposed that was the end of that ‘relationship’ - if you could even call it that. Madison made a rather good point (though neither of you would ever say it to her for fear of death), which was, did they ever actually say they were ‘exclusive’, or did Liv just assume? As you and Tom had never had that sort of conversation you thought it highly likely that they hadn’t either - which just made you wonder all the more if your assumption about the nature of your relationship was as misguided as Liv’s had been. You really didn’t think it was though, it really didn’t seem like that was the case - but, you supposed, that was what Liv thought - and so round and round in circles you went, tying yourself up in knots that try as you might you couldn’t wiggle your way out of on your own.

After much deliberation you eventually decided to just put your Big Girl Boots on and ask Tom. The only issue was how - and when? The days went by and it just never seemed to be the right time. You wanted to ask him in person, and the problem was that you only saw him briefly on campus due to the unofficial embargo on boys at your house. You could hardly listen to Liv harp on about how men are trash and then be like ‘ok well I’m off to Tom and Haz’s house, cya later hun’, and you definitely couldn’t bring him over, so you had to make do with meeting between lectures if your breaks coincided, and popping into his work a few times.

Lectures were back on in full swing now, and Tom had rugby training on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday ahead of the first game of the term next week, so the most you saw of him all week was on Tuesday evening. You had a late seminar and he was closing at work, so you went in and hung out while he tidied up and then he gave you a lift home - which was nice, though not necessarily the environment you wanted to have The Talk in. But then, did you even need to have the talk? You were pretty sure Liv and Harrison never hung out like that, that it was only ever really just sex for them, like they weren’t exactly friends. Oh, but what if Tom thought of you as more of a ‘friends with benefits’ type situation? What if what if what if aaaaargghhghghghhhhhh?!??!?!!!

The solution to your problem came on Thursday evening, when Liv announced she was going home for the weekend. With Madison going to visit Jack, that meant you had the house to yourself, so you asked Tom to come and stay over, and you’d just talk to him then. The next twenty-four hours felt like the longest of your life - your lectures dragged, it took forever to get home, and then you had to just sit and busy yourself at home while Tom finished a shift at work and had two hours of training. By the time he arrived on Friday night your room was absolutely spotless, you’d changed your mind five times about what you were going to order from the Chinese takeaway, and you were practically beside yourself with nervous energy.

“D’you mind if I shower before we order food?” Tom asked as he dropped his bag on your bedroom floor, already pulling his hoodie off over his head.

“Uh, yeah sure.”

You went and got a clean towel out for him, but before you could hand it over you had a vision of yourself sitting waiting for him to come back upstairs and you decided you just couldn’t wait any longer.

“Actually, can I talk to you about something first?”

“Yeah?” Tom glanced over his shoulder at you as he rummaged through his bag for a change of clothes.

“Okay, so,” you began, folding the towel over your arm as you sat down on your bed. “You know, uh- you know last week?”

“I remember last week, yes,” he chuckled, still not looking up properly from his bag. Though maybe that was better, if he didn’t look directly at you. Ughhh!!

“Right so, last week before we went out, Ruby was asking me about...you. And like, I dunno, what...we...are..?”

“Oh,” he stopped what he was doing then, standing up from where he was kneeling by his bag and sitting down in your desk chair instead. “And what did you say?”

Oh God, it was definitely better when he wasn’t looking.

“I said, like, I dunno,” you avoided his gaze, picking at a loose thread on the towel in your arms instead. “I guess we were like, seeing each other or whatever…” You paused for a second, debating whether to stop talking and see if he’d say anything, before deciding to just barrel on through. “...and she asked if we were seeing other people and I said no because, like, I’m not and I didn’t think you were, and then Liv said it was the same with her and Harrison and now it’s like, clearly she was wrong and I’m just wondering if...you know...I’m wrong.”

“Oh,” Tom said again, which wasn’t very helpful, but then you heard the wheels of your chair rolling across the floor as he scooted towards you, making you look up as he stopped in front of you. “You’re not wrong.”

“Oh.”

“I’m not seeing anyone else. Or like, texting anyone or whatever, and I don’t...want to? Like I’m not interested in other people… ‘cause I… like… you.”

Oh.

“Oh. Good. I mean- yeah, cool,” you nodded, watching as Tom’s hand came to rest on your knee. “I mean, I like you, too.”

“Cool,” he smiled, mimicking your tone.

“So like- hm,” you sighed, pressing your fingertips against the dips between Tom’s knuckles one by one as you considered what to say next. “She also - Ruby, I mean - asked me if you were my boyfriend, and I said no, but-”

“But?”

You blinked at him, your hand hovering over his. “...I dunno…”

“I wouldn’t mind if you’d said yeah.”

“...yeah?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged, lifting his hand from your knee and linking his fingers between your own. “I’d be happy to be your boyfriend if you wanted me to be.”

“Okay,” you smiled, biting down gently on your bottom lip as you nodded. “Cool.”

You didn’t really know what else to say, but thankfully you were saved from having to think of anything by Tom’s free hand tilting your face up to his, his lips finding yours in a soft kiss. Well, it started soft, his lips just barely brushing over yours, but by the time you pulled apart you’d tossed aside the towel in your arms, one of your hands on his thigh and the other on his cheek, while his hands rested either side of you on the bed. Your foreheads pressed together, you hummed as you searched for words.

“Anyway, uh, sorry, yeah - did you want to shower?”

“Eh, I can shower later.”

You ran your thumb across his cheekbone as his lips gently prised apart your own, smiling into the kiss. Your other hand moved to his waist as your bodies shifted, holding onto his t shirt as you lay back on the bed. You held his body close to yours as he lay down on top of you, hitching one leg up over his hip. It wasn’t long before his lips left yours and started travelling south, down your neck and chest. You tilted your head back to give him more room, moaning softly when he sucked on your skin harshly, pulling down the front of your top. He tried to pull it down further, but unfortunately it just wasn’t going any further.

“Lemme just-”

“--yeah.”

You sat up a little, pulling your top off over your head with some assistance from Tom, who quickly tossed it onto the floor as soon as it was free of your body. Kissing down your chest, his hands massaged your breasts through your bra. You lay back on the bed as he pulled down one of the cups, your breath hitching sharply when you felt him flick your nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. Running your fingers through his hair, you arched your back to bring your body closer to his as he repeated his actions on your other breast, before continuing his way down your body. He pressed kisses to your stomach, undoing the button on your jeans as he shuffled down the bed, until he was about to slide off the end - he didn’t, thankfully, but he did get off the bed. Kneeling on the floor, he tugged your jeans off your legs, your slippers going with them into the pile of clothes Tom was quickly forming on your freshly-tidied floor. Your bum perched on the edge of the bed, you propped yourself up on your elbows to look down at him. You watched with bated breath as he kissed along your inner thighs, making his way up from your knee, across your hips as he tucked his fingers under the band of your knickers, and down to your opposite knee as he pulled them down.

Your underwear cast aside, Tom knelt back on the floor, his hands on the backs of your thighs as you lifted your legs, bending your knees so that your feet were planted on the edge of the bed. You took a shaky breath in as you felt his breath fanning over you for a moment before his tongue darted out, circling your entrance slowly before moving upwards. You held your breath until he reached your clit, the touch of his tongue so gentle it almost tickled. The sensation made you twitch, your hips bucking up against his face - not on purpose, but you couldn’t really move in any other direction.

Intentional or not, it was enough to make him change tack completely. You gasped as his mouth moved against you much more firmly and more purposefully, his grip on your thighs tightening as his tongue dipped inside you. Your toes curled as he sucked on your clit, flicking his tongue back and forth over it as you lay back and let your fingers toy with your nipples.

After a while one of his hands left your thigh, and you felt his mouth leaving your pussy for a second, then his damp finger pushing inside you slowly a moment later. You hummed appreciatively at the feeling of something inside you, grinding down onto his hand instinctively. His tongue massaging your clit, Tom soon added a second finger, scissoring them inside you and stretching you open. You could feel his thumb and the rest of his fingers pressing against you as he slid his fingers in and out, a warmth of pleasure building up inside you with each movement.

His breathing heavy on your soft skin, Tom pulled back slightly, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the inside of your thigh as he twisted his wrist. His hand now palm-up, he crooked his fingers so that they brushed against that spot in your walls.

“Oh fuck,” you breathed, swallowing hard as you stared up at the ceiling.

Your walls clenched around his fingers, your thighs tensing as he repeated his movements, just his fingertips working your g-spot. You felt like your insides were twisting, tight and ready to snap at any moment, your breathing hitching as Tom scattered kisses across your skin until he was back where you needed him to be, his tongue firmly back on your clit, and suddenly you were coming.

Squeezing your breast, you tweaked your nipple between your fingers as you moaned breathlessly, your heels lifting off the bed as your legs tensed up. Tom just kept going, fingers curling and tongue flicking until your legs gave out and dangled over the edge of the bed once more, your body slumping against the mattress. He went back to kissing your thighs as he sat back on his heels, wiping his fingers on his joggers.

Propping yourself up on your elbows again, you looked down at him as you caught your breath and your mind began to clear. His hair was a mess of tangled curls, his cheeks flushed and his lips pink and shiny.

“You’re really good at that.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled, the sound coming out a bit muffled as he pulled his t shirt off over his head at the same time.

You sat up more as he reached over to your bedside cabinet, your eyes drawn to the outline of his dick that was very visible through his joggers. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, tugging the bottom one between your teeth to nibble on it gently before you spoke.

“Actually, um, I was gonna say… I’m on the pill. So like, if we’re just, you know,” you gestured between the two of you, shrugging. “With each other then…”

“Oh,” he paused, his hand still on the drawer handle.

“Don’t really need to - I mean, if you still want to that’s fine.”

“No, no,” Tom shook his head, sitting back down where he was before. “If you’re good, I’m good.”

“I’m assuming you would have told me before now if you had anything…” you wrinkled your nose, wiggling your fingers in the direction of his crotch. “...nasty.”

He laughed, shaking his head again.

“Yeah, no, I’m all good there.”

“Cool,” you nodded, grinning. “...me too.”

“Cool.”

Without further ado, Tom stood up, taking off his joggers and boxers. Standing back between your legs, he hooked a finger under your chin and tilted your head up, leaning down and kissing you softly before letting you lie back on the bed. You swallowed thickly as his hands trailed over your thighs, spreading them apart before he wrapped his fingers around his length, rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds. You whined as he nudged your clit, biting down on your lip as he gradually pushed inside you an inch at a time. Tom groaned once he fully sank into you, his hands coming to rest on the bed either side of your waist as he leant over you. You couldn’t really do very much except lie there, your legs bent up either side of his hips as he started to thrust into you, slowly and steadily, so you just took him in, your eyes raking over his body above you; his chest, his shoulders, the column of his throat, the hard line of his jaw.

You held onto his arms, your fingers digging into the muscle as his thrusts began to speed up, your body jerking with each snap of his hips against your own. It felt so good, soft moans falling from your lips, but after a while his movements started to slow. With longer, deeper thrusts, Tom leant down closer to you, until his face was buried in your neck and you heard him groan.

“Sorry,” he muttered, pushing off against the bed to hold himself up over you. “My feet are slipping.”

“S’okay,” you laughed, almost relieved - for a moment there you thought he was gonna say he’d come already, which would have been less than ideal.

You sat up as Tom pulled back, slipping out of you as he straightened up, and you realised that he had been at kind of a weird angle, his feet on the floor but his body tilted over yours.

“Okay, uh...”

You thought for a moment before getting to your knees, placing your hands on his shoulders to help pull yourself up. Kneeling on the bed, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a kiss - because you might as well, while you were there. You could feel his dick pressing against you as you kissed, so you trailed one hand down his chest and wrapped your fingers around his length. Tom groaned as you stroked his cock, your thumb rubbing over the tip smoothly as you pressed another kiss to his lips (and another, and another...) before you pulled back, your teeth tugging on his bottom lip as you went.

Shuffling on the bed so that your back was to him, you looked back over your shoulder at him as you bent over, arching your back and sticking your ass out as you got on all fours. You just caught a glimpse of his grin before you turned back around, following his lead as he grabbed your hips and pulled your body closer to his. You closed your eyes as you felt him rub his cock along your folds again, both of you groaning as he eased back inside you.

It occured to you then that you were home alone, so really you could be as loud as you liked. As far as you were concerned, making noise during sex was a lot like singing along to a good song: sure, humming along and nodding your head was alright, but you enjoyed it more if you could really get into it and belt out the lyrics. So with that in mind, you let yourself pant out moans and curses as much as you wanted, gripping the sheets beneath you and pushing back to meet Tom’s thrusts, his cock hitting deep inside you each time.

“Fuck…” Tom groaned under his breath, “can I slap your arse?”

You didn’t really think about it, you just breathed out the word ‘yeah’ in between moans, and then a moment later you felt the sharp sting of his hand on your ass cheek, and then his fingers digging into your skin as he squeezed the same cheek, his palm pressed to the tingling skin as his thrusts slowed to a stop, his cock buried deep inside you. Interesting. You decided you preferred a good firm squeeze to a slap, but at least now you knew.

Pushing back against him, you rolled your hips in a circle, grinding on his cock to try and urge him to move again. You moaned his name when you felt him nudge that spot inside you, and that seemed to do the trick. His breathing heavy behind you, Tom thrust into you at the same angle, again and again. Your jaw went slack, your mouth hanging open as he kept going, unable to form any sort of coherent sound as he pounded into you faster and harder.

Your shoulders slumped as you let him take control of your body, his cock slipping out of you as you dropped down onto the bed - though he was quick to fix that, a gutteral ‘fuck’ escaping from his lips as he scrambled to reposition himself. His hands were back on your hips in an instant, keeping your ass in the air. Your chest pressed to the sheets and the force of his movements jerking your body back and forth, your bra rubbed against your hard nipples with each thrust, only adding to the pleasure coursing through your body - and then you reached down and pressed your middle finger to your clit, and you were done for.

“I- shit - I’m gonna come-”

“Fuck-”

You barely heard Tom swear behind you as your whole body tensed, your eyes squeezing shut and your pussy clenching around his cock as you started to come. You moaned loudly, your body jerking as your thighs twiched, until the knot in your stomach snapped, sending pleasure flooding through you, all the way to the tips of your toes. All the tension went out of your body and your mind went blank, only vaguely aware of Tom’s thrusts stopping suddenly, his hips pressed firmly against your ass as he came inside you with a loud moan of his own.

With shaky arms you pushed yourself up onto your hands and knees, your head hanging down as you tried to catch your breath, blinking furiously to try to get your eyes and mind to focus properly.

“Shit,” you breathed after a moment, finally looking back at Tom.

He just chuckled breathlessly as you caught his eye, grinding into you one last time before he pulled out - and as soon as he did, you realised there was something you’d forgotten about. Without a condom, well - what goes up, must come down.

“Um…” you hummed as you turned onto your back carefully, already feeling his come starting to drip out of you. “Can you get me a tissue please?”

“Oh fuck yeah, sorry… ”

Pressing the tissues he passed you between your legs, you sat up a bit on the bed as Tom grabbed some tissues for himself.

“So that shower-” you started, breaking off with a giggle when Tom laughed. “Mind if I join you?”

“Sure.”

You nodded, but sat there for a moment longer. You really couldn’t be bothered getting up… but you should. You can do this.

You eventually got to your feet - with some help from Tom tugging on your hands until you were vertical and about to fall on top of him. Waddling slightly to keep the tissue between your legs, you went over to get your dressing gown off the back of your door as you took off your bra. You debated which one to go for, strongly tempted by the fluffy one, but eventually decided on the silky, “sexy” one, offering the fluffy one to Tom instead.

“D’you want this?”

“Oh,” he looked over from where he was trying to untangle his boxers from his joggers, dropping them back on the floor once he saw what you were offering. “Yeah, thanks.”

Wrapping your robe around your body, you took your own towel off its hook on the back of your door as Tom grabbed the one you’d given him, shaking it out after picking it up off the floor.

“Do you need like, a hair towel? Do boys use a hair towel?”

“A what?” Tom looked at you with a confused smile as he tied the tie of your dressing gown around his waist.

“Like another towel...for your hair…” you trailed off, not really sure how else to explain.

“Oh, to do the twisty thing!” he gestured as he spoke, moving his fingers in a swirl to demonstrate ‘the twisty thing’. “No thanks, I’m good.”

“Okay - I don’t know I just thought I’d ask.”

“Do you not need one?” Tom asked as you made your way downstairs towards the bathroom.

“Oh, no, I’m not gonna wash my hair.” You hung your towel on the back of the bathroom door, stepping aside to let Tom do the same. “So please don’t get my hair wet.”

“Right - I’ll do my best.”

The bathroom felt smaller than you remembered it being, but maybe that was because you’d only really ever been in there on your own - with a few exceptions (e.g. you and one or both of the girls had been running late and had to brush your teeth at the same time, or you’d been having a conversation at predrinks that was way too important to stop just because someone had to pee). Tom tried to keep out of your way as you fiddled with the taps on the bath, getting the temperature right before you switched the water flow to the shower attachment that was mounted to the wall.

“You have a lot of… stuff…” he pointed to the bottles clustered together on three of the four corners of the bath tub.

“I mean it’s not all mine, there are three of us,” you explained while you tried to toss the wad of tissue from between your legs into the toilet without him noticing.

“I guess,” he shrugged, not sounding convinced. “There’s three of us in my house and we don’t have that much stuff.”

“Yeah but you’re three boys,” you pointed out, as if that was an obvious explanation for the difference.

Taking off your robe and placing it on the radiator, you shivered slightly. Admittedly it wasn’t particularly warm in the bathroom, but you also just felt kind of strange being like hiya, I’m naked again now. It was different when you were having sex, but now it was out of context almost.

It was a bit better once you got under the water though, careful to keep your head away from the spray as Tom took off his dressing gown and stepped in after you. You had to maneuver around each other so that you were both at least partly under the water, which was only really possible if you stood really close together, face to face but side on to the stream of water, but you didn’t really mind that - and apparently neither did he.

“Hi,” he muttered, his arms wrapping around your waist as yours draped around his shoulders before he kissed you.

“...hi,” you mumbled against his lips, trying and failing miserably to stop yourself smiling like a big dumb idiot.

“So,” his hands shifted from your hips to your bum, sliding easily over your wet skin. “What’d you think?”

You just looked at him blankly, your head tilting in silent question.

“You know…” he trailed off, which wasn’t very helpful because you clearly didn’t know, but then he tapped your bum lightly with his hand, the action making a disproportionately loud smack because of the water, and it clicked.

“Oh! Uh, it’s okay,” you shrugged. “Like if you want to do that I don’t mind but like, don’t do it just for my benefit.”

Tom nodded, humming.

“Right, okay.”

“...sorry.”

You didn’t really know why you apologised, it just came out because he looked… not exactly disappointed, but not delighted either. He shook his head though, his expression shifting to one that plainly said you needn't have apologised.

“Nah don’t be silly. I don’t really mind either way, just wanted to try it, you know?”

“Oh right, okay. Well… now we know.”

“Now we know,” he repeated your words back to you, a smile spreading across his face when you laughed. “What?”

“Nothing.”

Your fingers tangling in his hair, you simply pulled Tom’s face closer to yours so you could kiss him without getting your face wet. You could feel him smiling against your lips before you kissed him, and again after before he spoke.

“Okay,” he murmured in between kisses. “We should probably,” kiss “actually shower” kiss “at some point…”

“Okay,” you matched his tone, but you weren’t about to be the one to put a stop to the series of kisses you were trading back and forth.

“Okay,” Tom said again after an indeterminate amount of time, but he actually did stop kissing you this time, which frankly was a bit rude. “Which section of The Body Shop is yours?”

“Ha ha,” you tried to keep your face stoic as you pretended to laugh, but it didn’t really work. “Behind you.”

You did your best to avoid the water splashing off of Tom’s body as he turned around, not wanting to get your face wet because you still had make up on, and you figured that mascara running down your face probably wasn’t a good look for you.

“Oh right, of course,” he said as he turned back to face you, holding your warm vanilla shower gel (which, ironically, was actually from The Body Shop). “This explains so much.”

“What do you mean?” you frowned, taking your shower puff off the hook on the wall and holding it out for him to squirt some of the gel onto.

“Like you always smell really… I dunno, vanilla-y.” He put some gel out onto his hand before setting the bottle back down. You had been about to offer him some of the more boyish stuff Madison had for when Jack visited, but it was too late now. “Like that’s your thing.”

You thought about it as you both lathered up, bubbles quickly foaming across your bodies.

“I guess? I think I got it as a Christmas present or something.”

“But you have like, vanilla candles and you get vanilla lattes and, I dunno, don’t you have a lipgloss or something that’s vanilla?”

You’d never really thought about it before, but you supposed he was right. It made you feel all khgshglhsfshgiu that he’d noticed things like that about you though, so you just hummed as you scrubbed at your chest and arms.

“Want me to do your back?”

“Oh, uh - yeah, thanks.”

Passing him your shower puff, you turned around, careful not to slip in the small space. You sighed as you felt the hot water cascading down your back, dipping your head forwards to try and keep your hair out of the way as Tom gently rubbed the puff over your skin. You closed your eyes, letting your body relax as he washed your shoulders and your back - only to tense up again when his wet hair tickled your skin as he kissed your neck, his arms looping around around your waist once he was done.

“Ahhh that tickles!” you giggled, turning back around in his arms.

“Sorry.”

He didn’t look a bit sorry, but you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek all the same.

Taking your shower puff back and hanging it up again, you took turns on who was more under the water so that you could both rinse off. Tom was shampooing his hair while you were under the water, and as you rinsed the suds from your back you realised that there was one part of you hadn’t washed yet, and for whatever reason you didn’t want to just be like ok I’m gonna wash my vag now! You’d noticed Tom had given himself a quick scrub while he was under the water, but you knew you’d have to be a bit more thorough than that, and unfortunately your anatomy meant that everything was at a much less accessible angle than it was for him.

“Um,” you cleared your throat, not really sure how to word what you were wanting to say. “I’m sorry, can you like, turn around while I wash my… bits?”

“What?” Tom laughed, still lathering shampoo into his hair.

“I don’t knowww,” you groaned. “I just - please?”

“Okay, okay, sure.”

With that you both turned around so you were back to back, you facing the shower and him facing the end of the bath. It was stupid, you knew it was, but you still felt better that he wasn’t watching you as you took the shower head off the wall to wash between your legs.

“‘Kay, I’m done,” you placed the shower head back in its place, swapping places with Tom so he was under the water again to rinse the shampoo from his hair.

You didn’t really have anything else to do then, having already had a shower earlier in the day, and while it was nice to watch Tom tilt his head back as the water washed over him, it was cold out of the water, and the droplets on your body were cooling rapidly, and so you’d like to either be back under the hot water or under a blanket in some warm pjs. You had a feeling that if you got back under the water with Tom you might never get out, though, so you made the tough decision to just get out.

“I’m gonna get out.”

Tom just nodded to show he’d heard you, his eyes and mouth tight shut so he didn’t get shampoo in them.

Stepping out of the shower and grabbing your towel, you dried yourself off a bit before wrapping your towel around your body, pulling your robe on over the top. By then Tom had finished too, turning the taps off and taking the towel you passed him, using it to scrub his hair before wrapping it around his waist and joining you on the bath mat. You were a bit jealous when he put your dressing gown back on, all warm off the radiator - your silky robe wasn’t nearly as snuggly.

But, soon enough you were dried and moisturised and dressed, and you weren’t jealous anymore, because Tom had brought you the pair of pyjama bottoms you usually wore when you stayed at his, and you had his hoodie, and those were just as good if not better than a warm dressing gown. Tom sat on your bed, setting up movies to watch on your laptop while you took off your make up and just generally fiddled about with various skincare products that you weren’t really sure actually did anything.

Once that was done, your face successfully cleansed and toned and whatever-else’d, you figured you should make the most of your free house, so you took your laptop downstairs to plug into the TV. Tom ordered the Chinese food while you made cups of tea for you both, and soon enough you were curled up on the sofa watching a movie and wondering how and why you managed to eat so much food. You managed to get the whole way through Shutter Island, and you’d planned to watch Legally Blonde too, only by the time you’d put the leftovers away and everything you were almost falling asleep so you decided to leave it until the next day (though when you actually got into bed you didn’t exactly go straight to sleep, but anyway…)

The following day consisted mainly of eating Chinese leftovers, watching Legally Blonde and drinking lots of cups of tea - and that was absolutely 100% fine with both of you. Sometime in the late afternoon, you decided to take a break from movies for a while, having ticked off one from both your lists - so, naturally, you switched to Friends on Netflix.

A couple of episodes in, ‘The One With All The Rugby’ came on, and you realised then you didn’t really have any idea what an actual rugby game looked like. You weren’t even sure if that was the right term - was it game or match? Both? Either? Neither? That wasn’t your main concern though, you were more concerned about everyone acting all weird and worried about Ross playing rugby.

“It’s not really that bad, is it?” you asked Tom, looking over at him beside you on the sofa, your legs curled up under you and a pile of blankets across you both.

“Nah, they’re just being dramatic - Americans, you know?”

You just hummed, looking back at the TV.

“Do you wear knee pads?”

“No,” Tom laughed, shaking his head.

“Hmm,” you said again, watching Ross stumble around all covered in blood and mud (despite his knee pads). “Is that what you’re going to look like on Wednesday?”

“Nah, don’t worry. I don’t actually go in the scrum anyway I just like, feed the ball in and then take it out the back.”

“...right.”

Tom spent the next twenty minutes trying to explain the rules and positions to you, and by the end of it your grasp on the difference between a maul and a ruck was tenuous at best. But, you knew what a try and a conversion were, so that was something - and anyway, you figured you’d just kind of gauge by the atmosphere and the score how it was going, and you’d be happy if he could still walk properly at the end of it.

“...anyway, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

“Oh no, I want to come,” you nodded enthusiastically, looking up from where you’d been playing with the hairs at the back of Tom’s neck. He’d just let his hair air dry last night, and it had grown back enough now that it was remarkably curly when given the chance, and as such you hadn’t been able to stop fiddling with it all day.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, ‘course,” you nodded again, a bit taken aback by the uncertainty in his voice. “Can’t wait to see you in your little shorts.”

“Oh fuck off-”

You just laughed as Tom groaned, leaning away from you so you couldn’t reach his hair anymore, the smile tugging at the corners of his lips giving him away though he was trying so hard to look annoyed.

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a selection of princesses [tom holland]

a repost, originally posted in my former writing blog

relationship: prince!tom x princess!reader

warning: swearing, none; mistakes here or there

request (anon): hi! would u consider writing about prince!tom holland x princess!reader were tom is the heir to the throne and the reader goes to visit the Hollands at the castle, ends up having some interesting encounters with him and they make out, are all lovey-dovey and fall in love? so tom decides he wants to marry her and not any other princess

notes: can i just say that i’m glad this is not royal!tom x pauper!reader/rich!tom x poor!reader because THAT TROPE IS OVERUSED IN THIS COUNTRY I LIVE IN IT’S FREAKING EVERYWHERE

summary: prince thomas is to be betrothed, but who is he looking for?

Unlike your older sister, you loved being a princess. You loved being pampered, attending all the balls and parties, eating all the best food, learning from the best professors in the kingdom, riding horses, having archery as your best sport, you loved everything. However, that also meant that, as one of the princesses of the Eastern Kingdom, you were going to be betrothed to one of the princes. And if you were being totally honest, you didn’t mind at all. All the princes were handsome anyway.

But there was one prince that caught your attention. You’ve never spoken to him because he was always under the watch of his guards and you were the life of the party, always being called by one group or another. You’ve talked to all the other princes, except Prince Thomas of the Northern Kingdom.

When you would be alone in your chambers, or anywhere else for that matter, you would tend to daydream about him. How he would act, talk…how he would watch you and listen to you as you entertained him with songs and dances, and maybe even funny stories that you’ve collected as you grew older.

Your sister would scold you for such nonsense. She knew you were going to have a husband from one of the kingdoms so she deemed it wise not to think of just one. She was betrothed to one of the princes in the Western Kingdom. And she hated it She hated being a princess, she would have rather have been a commoner.

“You say that, sister,” you would start whenever she would whine about the whole princess fashion, “but once you have a feel of being a commoner, you would think of the good life you have here.”

In your kingdom, there were only two princesses, you and your sister, and three princes, your older brothers. In the Western Kingdom, there were two princes and one princess. The Southern Kingdom had the most princesses, you can’t even remember how many, but there were three princes. The Northern Kingdom, the kingdom ruling above everyone else, only had one heir, Prince Thomas.

The Creator knew how much she wanted to marry him.

“You don’t even know him yet,” your sister would say. “At least I knew Prince Phillip before we were told that we are to marry.”

You made a face. “The only reason they brought him here is to obviously tell you that you are betrothed. Why else would they bring a prince here?”

But your sister would have none of it. For her, their parents' will was law despite her wishing she wasn’t a princess. “If I can’t beat them, join them,” she would chant. You remember the time she had rebelled and you think of how different things now are with her. “I don’t like being a princess, that I admit, but this is my life. Creator help me.”

Months later, there is word that the High King and High Queen had wanted to betroth their son Prince Thomas. However, unlike most traditional arrangements wherein parents and matchmakers would talk it over, they would invite all the princesses of the kingdom to their castle for a few days.

“That’s odd,” your mother, the Queen of the Eastern Kingdom, said. “I wonder who decided on this.” It was dinner time in the castle and your mother was reading the parchment given by the messenger as you all ate around the table.

“What is it, Dear?” you father, the King, asked, not taking his eyes off the slab of meat on his plate.

“Prince Thomas is to be wed.” Your heart sunk at that. “But instead of the normal arranged marriage, they’re inviting all the princesses from the different kingdoms. The West will go first. Then the South. And finally, us, the East.”

Although this excited you, you still tried to play it cool. “Will sister be coming with us as well?”

“She’s betrothed, Darling,” your mother reminded you. “And your father and I are not going. You’ll be traveling alone.”

“Is that so…” you murmur. And your excitement quickly becomes worry.

Finally, it’s the day of your visit. You have finished packing all your necessities and you climb onto the carriage and wave goodbye to your family. Your sister smirked at you and you discreetly stick out your tongue at her.

The ride to the North was a tiring one. You had fallen asleep numerous times as you moved along. You had stopped for two nights, where you got proper sleep, and continued on during the day. When you reached the Northern Kingdom, you prayed to the Creator that you still looked presentable enough to the High King and High Queen.

When you were led into the throne chamber, you curtsied at the sight of the two rulers. “My King, my Queen. It is an honor to be in your presence.”

“Princess y/n,” the Queen called out. Her voice was soft and light. Very motherly if you were to be asked. “It’s great to finally meet you. You are quite the showstopper, aren’t you, little one?” She smiled knowingly.

You blushed at the comment and tried not to stammer. “I am just doing what any princess should do, your majesty.”

“Aren’t you a lovely girl,” the Queen continued. “I remember seeing your sister. You two look quite different. She’s a beauty as well, but you are another story.”

You turn even redder as you thanked her.

“Thomas will be choosing his wife and you are lucky enough to have no sibling rivalry,” the King said. “But you are still in the pool when we consider the countless other princesses, not to mention the ones in the South.” He chuckled.

Your stomach churns at the possibility of not being picked but you smile anyway. “Being a candidate is a great honor, your majesty. I am happy just being here.”

“Thomas is out hunting now,” the King informed you. “But please, make yourself at home. We’ll call you for supper time.”

“Thank you, your majesty.” You curtsied again before being led out of the throne chamber.

The castle is much bigger than the one in your home. There were also many twists and turns until you reached a corner where a large portrait of a young lady was hung on the wall. The lady was beautiful and you unknowingly touch your own face to compare. “Who is that?” you asked.

“That is the prince’s grandmother. This will be your chamber, princess,” the maid told you. It was on the side of the portrait. The maid opened the door and you followed. The chamber was just as big as your own and you smile, it really did kind of feel like home. “Would you need anything else, princess?”

You shake your head. “No, I’m okay here. Thank you.” And so she leaves and you’re left alone. You look at the bags and boxes you have. You’ll be living here for two weeks but you’ve packed for two months. Shaking your head, you decide you want to explore first before unpacking.

Slipping out of the door, you begin to walk around, making sure to remember where your chamber was. For about an hour, all you did was take a tour of the humongous castle. You would make sure to keep away from the King and Queen, not wanting to leave the impression that you sneak around.

When you check the time, you realize it was almost time for supper. You look around you for any signs where you should go to get back to your chamber. “Oh no,” you mutter when you realize you have no clue as to where you are. “Fuck. Not good.”

So you take your chances and walk in the hallways you believe looked familiar. After about fifteen minutes, you still haven’t found your chamber. You sighed in despair. “Definitely not good.”

“What’s not good?”

You looked up and felt your heartbeat speed up. “Prince Thomas.”

“Hello, princess y/n. Are you lost?”

You hated to admit but, “Yes. I wanted to explore and I thought I’d be able to remember where my chamber is. This experience has taught me that I’m not good with directions.”

He smiled and your heart leaped. “Which chamber did they give you?”

“The one where there’s this portrait of this beautiful lady, your grandmother.”

“They gave you the chamber across from mine. Come on, I’ll show you the way.” He gestured for you to follow him. “So, princess y/n, how do you find the castle?”

“Bigger than ours,” you replied. “I wonder how you don’t get lost in here.”

“I still do,” he laughed, “so if ever they don’t find me, they know I’m running off looking for new secret passages and shit.”

You’re taken aback by his swearing but you also feel that you’re not alone. “There are secret passages here?”

“Aren’t there in yours?” He turned to look at her.

You look down shyly. “I’ve been taught to be a lady. Perhaps my brothers have discovered some already. I should ask.”

You and Tom walked the distance to your chambers while talking. When you finally reached the familiar corridor, you sighed in relief and hope it isn’t supper yet. “Have you unpacked?” he asked you. When you shake your head he offered to help out. Although you knew a prince shouldn’t be doing this job, you can’t help but ask if he was sure. “Yeah, I don’t have anything important to do. Just let me freshen up, I’m all sticky from hunting.”

You two go your separate ways. As you close the door behind you, you lean back and squealed. Regaining your composure, you quickly begin unpacking, not wanting to seem like you were waiting for him. Minutes later, there was a knock on the door and you let him in.

“I’ll start with this bag,” he told you. You let him be and begin fixing your books on the shelf. That’s when you realize the silence. You turned back and see Prince Thomas staring at the contents inside the bag with a red face. “Princess y/n. I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to touch these.”

“What’s wrong?” you ask. You walk towards him and check the bag. You turn red as well. “I’m so sorry, Prince Thomas. I didn’t know they were in this bag. I’m sorry, I really am.”

He gave a nervous laugh. “It’s okay. I’ll just start with this other bag.”

You zip the bag you’re holding and turn away from him. Whoever placed your ladies undergarments in this bag was going to get it. ‘Calm down, y’/n, they didn’t know.’ You inhale and exhale before setting the bag down.

It’s been a few days since your stay in the castle. You’ve had some interesting encounters with Prince Thomas, or Tom as he preferred to be called, and you, in turn, allowed him to call you by your first name.

And by interesting meaning, after spending time with him every day, you were in the garden and you found yourselves making out. If you two were asked who started it, you wouldn’t know what to answer. And you know what, it didn’t matter to both of you. It wasn’t the best to tell anyone yet about their relationship so, behind the walls, you two would cuddle and trace circles in the palms of each other’s hands, telling one another stories and secrets. Under the table during eating hours, you’d brush your foot on his leg and you could see him turning pink at the gesture.

When it was time for you to go home, that was the only time things went public. How could you two send letters to one another without others knowing?

‘I’ve told them, y/n. I’ve told Mom and Dad about who I want to marry. It’s you. I want to marry you. I don’t want to marry any of the other princesses they asked me to consider before I make a final decision. I love you, y/n. I don’t know if you love me back yet but I will wait. I will wait for your love before we become betrothed.’

He didn’t have to wait long. Your next letter to him told him how you felt. You loved Tom back.

Days after, it was announced that Prince Thomas of the Northern Kingdom, Crown Prince of all Kingdoms, has chosen Princess y/n of the Eastern Kingdom, to be his betrothed.

Everyone celebrated. Parties were held and everyone had admired the engagement ring on your finger. And as people talked to you, as again you are the light and life of the party, you looked back and saw Tom smiling at you.

Finally, you didn’t have to wonder how he would act or how we would talk. Or how we would respond to when you entertained him. “Thank you, Creator,” you murmured before turning back to the group you were with. Unbeknownst to you, Tom murmured the same thing.

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asonofpeter · 3 years

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Biggest Fan

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Cuteness, illusions to sex and role playing

Word Count: 347

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“Do you think it’s weird that I’m a fan of your work?” you asked Tom one night in bed.

“No, not really,” he furrowed his eyebrows, his attention drawn towards you and away from his iPad. “Why?”

“Just wondering,” you breathed out. “But I’m living the dream of every Tom Holland fan out there, doesn’t it make you feel, I don’t know,” you tried to find the words.

“In the beginning of the relationship, I always doubted your feelings for me, but after being with you for this long, I know you truly love me,” he smiled at you, your heart melting at his words.

“I do love you, the real you,” you cupped his face. “Not the idea of you, whom I was fawning over for two years,” you laughed.

“Am I better than expected?” he gave you his famous cheeky grin.

“Of course,” you rubbed your nose against his.

“But not to mention, you’re a much bigger fan of Marvel than me,” he pointed out.

And he was right, you were a huge Marvel Comics fan way before you knew of Tom, but then one look at him in Captain America: Civil War and he stole your heart.

“Hey, hey not my fault I sometimes have a preference for Bucky Barnes over Peter Parker,” you shrugged, causing Tom to look at you unamused.

“You say that now, but you weren’t saying that last night,” he raised his eyebrows at you, a smirk plastered on his face.

“That’s different, cause I choose you over any of them,” you smooth-talked him, his heart melting at the comment as he leaned down to capture your lips. “Because sometimes I favor Arvin Russell over any of you,” you pulled away with a playful grin.

“Well you better shut that little mouth of yours before you regret sayin’ somethin’” he ordered, his British accent changing to his southern, a heat rushing to your cheeks your mouth instantly shutting in amazement of how he’s able to do that.

Let’s just say you were really in the mood for Arvin that night.

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redmxnn · 5 years

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The Prince (Tom Holland Royal AU) Part 8

Pairing: Royal Tom x royal reader

Description: A Tom Holland Royalty AU, where you are a princess and he is a prince. Your family is forced to agree to an arranged marriage between both you and Tom. What could happen?

Word count: 1493

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This was the last night for what could be the rest of your life that you would spend a night alone. Wrapped up in the warmth of the silk covers of the humongous bed the smell of tea wafted into your room. There was a gentle knock on your door followed by the sweet voice of a member of staff.

You crawled out of the creamy white sheets and placed your feet on the cold hardware floor. Your pale pink silk pyjama set hung loose on your body as you began to walk towards the door. Your soft hands that were now decorated with an elegant French manicure turned the handle as Lydia, one of the night staff, faced you.

“Oh sorry Princess, I didn’t realise you were already in your sleeping clothes,” Lydia quickly apologised. Apparently seeing a princess in anything other then a day dress or gown is shocking. Who knew?!

“Oh please don’t worry at all, I don’t care,” You replied casually, quite sleepily actually. Lydia walked into your bedroom and placed the silver tray she was carrying onto the coffee table. “Thank you,” you spoke feeling grateful for one of the weird rules the Holland family had. ‘You are always welcomed to a cup of tea right before bed.’ It was actually really comforting in this house. It doesn’t feel like home. Yet?

Lydia left the room silently as you walked over to the seating area of your large bedroom, regretting the fact you didn’t have slippers on. You crawled onto the soft couch tucking your feet under your legs trying to keep them warm. You reached forward to grasp the ceramic teacup. Also placed on the tray was a blank white envelope.

You looked back towards the door looking for Lydia but she had already left. The envelope wasn’t addressed to you, or anyone to be fair. But you still felt unsure of opening it. You flipped it over where a burgundy wax seal held it closed. Just above the Holland symbol imprinted in wax was a small smiley face. You smiled at this tiny drawing and decided to open it. If it wasn’t for you, you could place it back on the tray and forget. Easy, no harm.

Inside the envelope was one page. Just one piece of paper that was a creamy white on one side and the other was the same, however it was covered in a kinda messy handwriting. What royal has messy handwriting? Seriously?

You began to read, ‘Dear Princess Y/N, I know this is weird but I wanted to speak to you but you know the curfew and all? So this is the best I’ve got. I wanted to talk to you because I feel like you’re the only now I can talk to. You’re probably feeling the same, well at least I hope you are or this is useless and I’ll look like a mess. But anyway I need to say this.

I’m so nervous about how much of my life is going to change in about 24 hours. And every time I think about it, I think about you. How much your life is going to change. You didn’t ask to be thrown into my life. I’m so sorry that this has happened to you. And I know this isn’t really right and goes against everything my parents have agreed to. But if you ever want out just say the word and it’s done. I want you to be happy y/n. That’s way more important to me then some stupid agreement that my parents made. If you don’t wanna do this, that’s okay.

I’m absolutely terrified to be honest. Not about marrying you. Well actually yes about marrying you but not the you part. I mean that’s the only part that kinda doesn’t scare me anymore. What if it’s not like I always thought it would be? Getting married and all. I really want it to be perfect and if you’re not happy it won’t be. And if it’s not perfect then what’s the point. I really care about you y/n.

I don’t know if this is going to make you feel more comfortable or more nervous but I’m hoping for the first option. I just wanted you to know how I feel. And if tomorrow you wanna end this, I just want to say thank you for letting me get to know you. I have really enjoyed every moment we’ve spent together.

I hope you sleep well tonight and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

Love Tom’

You stared at the page for a while as the words in the letter replayed in your head over and over again. You looked back at the envelope as your eyes began to feel hot. That silly little smiley face staring back at you. Fuck it.

You suddenly stood up, gripping the paper in your hand. You walked out of your room and looked both directions in the hallway. As you spotted a member of staff you tried to discreetly start walking down a wide hallway. As you quietly jogged down the long marble-floored hallway you realised you actually didn’t know where Tom’s room was. “Fuck,” you groaned as your hands came up to your face and you leaned your head back.

You looked back at the handwritten letter. It was clearly a piece of paper that was only found in this place. The address of the Holland estate was printed on the top left corner and right in the middle at the bottom was printed ‘Southern Wing’. “Yes,” You whispered in hope. Tom’s room is somewhere in the South Wing. You continued walking down long hallways and up stairs towards the southern wing before you stopped in front of a large door. This had to be it.

You sucked in a large breath as you gently tapped on the door, praying it was Toms room and that he was still awake. Your eyes stared down at the ground and your bare feet on the cold night floor. The door opened inwards revealing a confused and sleepy Tom. A smile formed on your lips at the sight of him. “Y/n?” He questioned as a hand reached into his soft brown hair. He was stood in only dark grey silk pants and no top. Your cheeks began to blush at the sight, you had never seen Tom in anything less than a suit. And this was A LOT less.

“What are you doing?” Tom asked as all you had done so far was stand and smile. “Tom,” You let out a deep breath and you stepped towards him holding the letter up to his face. Your lips were turned into a smile but warm tears began to fall from your eyes. Tom pulled you into a hug not really knowing how you were feeling. You tightened your grip around his shoulders as he shut the door allowing you into his sleeping room.

“I’m sorry, I know I’m not supposed to be here and I’m not supposed to see you like this. And I’m sorry you’re not supposed to see me like this, but Tom,” You rambled pulling away from his warmth. “I’m sorry I’ve been so difficult and I’m sorry that this is happening and I’m sorry-“

“Hey relax,” Tom interrupted walking over to his sitting area pulling a plain white t-shirt over his bare chest. “I’m sorry Tom,” You finished as you came to sit next to him on the couch, again tugging your feet under your legs. “Y/n I’m sorry, this is a shittier situation for you than it is for me and I’ve been a complete dick.” Tom spoke softly looking at your slightly peachy face.

“You haven’t been a complete dick,” You giggled at his improper language. “Mm yes I have,” Tom smiled reaching a hand up to your face. His warm thumb brushed against your cheek wiping a wet tear away. Your smile dropped at his touch and you looked at him. His warm brown eyes were staring back at you in the most inviting and innocent way. For some reason you felt something you hadn’t felt the whole time you had been here. Comfortable.

Without thinking about it too much you leaned into his hand and towards him. Tom sharply inhaled as your face was closer to his. His eyes danced between yours and your lips. Soon his cold pink lips were on yours in a soft kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed as you held onto the kiss for a while. Tom gently pulled away not wanting to over step his place. You were just crying, maybe now wasn’t a good time to kiss. “Tom?” you spoke barely above a whisper as your eyes found his again. “Yeah?” His voiced matched yours.

“I’m in.”

“What?” Tom answered confused. “I’m all in,” You repeated a smile dancing on your lips.

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