#Tom Holland royalty au

[sabrinasopposite]

afterglow (little women version)

prince!tom holland x march!reader

! this story is inspired by the book and movie; little women. Y/N is also inspired by Jo and Amy March, which also includes some quotes of them in this AU.

Summary: Y/N March, one of the sisters from the March family, is spending time alongside her father, who is working for the rightful king in London. She isn't like the glamorous girls who dream of meeting a prince at a ball; she is the kind of girl who loves archery and painting. She dedicates her time to giving lessons to the king's sons, though one of them proves to be a challenge. A challenge that Y/N didn't like.

As minutes passed, the entire ballroom became crowded with elegance and wealth, something that Y/N March couldn't claim. Nevertheless, her father was the right hand of the King, and they didn't suffer as much as the citizens in London who barely had enough food and clothing. Y/N lived in a house with warm meals and clothes, leading a normal life for a young lady. However, she never felt like a conventional lady or woman. 

She didn't fit into society's stereotype of a woman defined by love and elegance. Y/N considered herself a rebellious and boyish girl, much like her dresses, which lacked ladylike colors, and she often carried a bow with arrows on her back. She didn't want to marry merely for financial security that would ultimately belong to her husband; instead, she sought to live her own life and feel the freedom in her veins, and that's what archery represented for her.

Walking around the ballroom in a tight, darkened dress that emphasized her features made her feel like a vivid nightmare. The tight corset was uncomfortable, making her look constricted and ordinary. Her hair was braided, and she felt like a different person, but she knew deep down it was for her father. She wanted to make a good impression on the Holland family and her father, although no one had to know her true feelings or thoughts about the Holland family.

The room echoed with laughter, the clinking of champagne glasses, and classical music from the instruments played in the background. Y/N's eyes scanned the room for sympathy or interest, but nothing appealed to her; it was just another dull night. Leaning against the wall, she delicately brushed her dress with her hand.

"I see Mrs. March all formally dressed up. For what occasion, if I may ask?" The accent teased her ears, and she looked up to meet Harry's gaze. He smiled softly at her, hands clasped behind his back. Y/N's unbothered expression transformed into a beautiful bright smile. "Oh, Harry, I'm so glad you're here." "Of course, I'm here. It's my father's ball! It would be weird if his son disappeared." The two strolled slowly and calmly around the room. 

"Unless his son stuck his face in a book or in the kitchen for some pastries." Y/N playfully poked her elbow into his arm, and he laughed heartily. "Hey, it was one time! What do you expect of me, not to sneak around for some Victoria Sponge?" "You could have waited like everyone else, but lucky you... you're friends with me, and I stole it for you." Y/N grinned as she stopped to look at him. 

Harry was the only boy in the world of royalty that Y/N liked. He was different, just like her. He didn't care about the world as much as Thomas did, blindly following his father. Maybe it was because Thomas was the oldest son yet behaved like the youngest. Harry was more into science, the history of the world, or interested in the cultures of other countries that he would love to visit one day. Sam was the one who was more observant and calm, keeping to himself. That's what Y/N noticed.

He would sneak around the castle, just to cook or bake something in the middle of the night to give it the next day to the people in the streets who were yearning for it. It was Sam’s hidden secret that Y/N found out but gladly helped deliver the food that Sam made. If his father found out what Sam was doing, he would be in trouble, something that Y/N didn't want to put Sam through.

"Thanks to you, Archer. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be friends with you?" Harry grinned. "Your brother?" Y/N raised her brow. "Sam? That's nonsense. I thought you guys are friendly together, and Paddy likes you as well. Do I need to remind you how his face was when he saw you in archery?" Harry folded his arms, and Y/N chuckled. He looked handsome in his navy blue suit that matched his brown curls. "I am not talking about them; I am talking about your brother who stood me up on his, and may I repeat, his lesson." "Classic Thomas." 

"That's what I am thinking too.’’ ,,Maybe you should confront him, Y/N. I mean, how many times has he stood you up?" Harry asked with a calm yet disappointed voice. He didn't understand why Thomas behaved like that in front of Y/N. "I lost count a while ago. May I remind you that it was your father—the King's decision and kind request—that Thomas would take archery lessons?" "Yeah, to move his ass around and not sip champagne all day and put his face between brea-"

"Harry?!" Y/N's eyes widened in shock as she heard how Harry bragged about his older brother. "You shouldn't say such things about your brother. Maybe I am allowed to say that, but he is still your brother." Y/N glanced at Harry and noticed how his jaw was tensed and his fists were formed together.

"I don't like how he treats you, Y/N. You are my friend, and I really appreciate what your father does for our family. You take time to teach us archery, painting, and all that. You don't do it on purpose; you do it because it is your passion, and that's why I appreciate you as a person."

Y/N's eyes met his, and her heart warmed. She didn't hear it regularly—a praise or empathy over her ideals or interests. People judged her for that. She wasn't the stereotype, and that was something people hated. She was a beautiful girl who was intelligent and remarkable, even a people pleaser. But she wasn't the woman everyone wanted; that's what she thought. "Thank you, Harry." Her attention was snapped when she heard loud laughter from behind; Harry's eyes were fixed on the person lying on the couch, arms wrapped around two ladies covered in beauty and elegance.

His hand held a champagne glass, and he chuckled his charms out. Y/N stared at him, Thomas. Her heart was beating low, and her gaze was fixed on him. How can someone so handsome have such a low personality?

"Go talk to him. I'll look for my Victoria Sponge," Harry pushed Y/N's shoulders while she muttered his name. He walked away, leaving Y/N alone, so she walked over to him.

"Prince Thomas," Y/N said with a sour yet venomous voice, her stare fixed on his behavior. His hair was messed up, and his jacket was open; he looked disheveled, not properly put together. His glance hinted that he was tipsy from the champagne he held in his hand. His attention was on Y/N, his eyes wide. She looked different and beautiful in his eyes, as she always was, but now he saw her as ladylike, and his heart raced.

Thomas composed himself, sitting properly and speaking with a charming, bleary voice. „Y/N." 

"I waited hours for you."

"I don't recall inviting you for a dance," he chuckled, signaling the ladies to walk away, presumably to bring him more champagne. Y/N watched the ladies pass with observing glances that felt like daggers on her back. She rolled her eyes and turned away from Thomas and his childish words. As she walked away, he stood up and almost ran after her. "Y/N, wait!“ "Do you want to know what I honestly think of you?"

"What do you think?" Thomas walked after her, realizing every word she spoke was filled with honesty and stung like arrows. "I despise you.“

He laughed it off, as usual. "Why do you despise me? Just because I missed a lesson? Come on, that's nothing.“ "Because with every chance to be good, useful, and happy, you are faulty, lazy, and-" As Y/N listed his faults, her tones grew harsher and deeper. He chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, this is interesting."

"Oh yes, very interesting. Selfish people do love to talk about themselves.“ "Oh, now I'm selfish? Do I need to remind you of who you ta-"

"Yes, you are very selfish." Y/N scoffed at Thomas's drunk and childish behavior, despite being the next king of England, not behaving like it. "With your money, talent, beauty, and health." Thomas interrupted her again, pinning his jacket together drunkenly. They didn't realize they were in the midst of people, solely focused on each other. "Oh, my beauty?" Thomas questioned.

"Ah, you like that, you old vanity. With all these good things to enjoy, you can find nothing to do but dawdle your way." Y/N finished her berating, but Thomas drunkenly placed his hand over hers. "I promise I'll be good for you, Archer Y/N. I'll come to your lessons now, Master!" He mocked his voice, making fun of her as usual.

"Aren't you ashamed of a hand like that, Prince Thomas?" Y/N spoke with a disgusted voice and glance.

"No, I'm not." He replied with a self-confident aura. "It looks like it's never done a day of work in its life." She pulled her hand harshly away and looked at him. "I don't understand why you react like that, little March, hmm?“ "To give you some words in your brain instead of that stupid champagne that you sip around and act like this occasion is for you.“ "Which certainly is.“ "It is from the king personally, which you aren't."

"I will be one day, and you will be under my rules," Thomas smirked. Y/N looked into his eyes and shook her head. "I feel really sorry for the people in London, having a king who behaves like a child and doesn't value the things around his life."

"You are just saying that because you're a girl who has nothing and is not loved by a man." Thomas chuckled, making Y/N frown in surprise and a little pain. "You are right, but I'd rather be respected for who I am, even if I couldn't be loved." She turned around and walked out from the crowd towards the exit of the ballroom.

♡

The next morning was calmness flying in dust around the castle, the ball was over and the guest were gone. Toms head ached from a dozen bubbly champagne glasses, and he felt his throat was swollen. He could barely open his eyes through the exhaustion, but he knew that any minute his butler would come in and suggest a fresh, warm breakfast. He got up from his king-sized bed, walked over to the shiny window, and looked at the scenery in front of him—the blooming garden of colorful flowers.

A knock on the door caught his attention, and as he turned around, he saw his butler walking inside. "Prince Thomas, you are awake?" "Yeah, I kind of woke up from the sunshine," he chuckled. "Indeed, it is a beautiful daylight. Nevertheless, your father proposed breakfast for you." "I'll be there in minutes," he nodded with a calm glance at his butler.

The breakfast was delicious, as always; that's what Thomas couldn't complain about. He looked around the room and noticed that his brothers weren't present. "Where are Sam, Harry, and Paddy?" Tom glanced at his father, who was reading with focus on the developments that James offered him. They were invitations to galas, conferences about other kingdoms, or updates on affairs in London. King Dominic looked up to his son, "Around the castle, engaged in their usual activities—something you should participate in, Thomas."

Tom rolled his eyes and mumbled between his sentences, "Do you have anything else to brag about, Father?" "Did you say something?" "No, sir. I'll get myself ready for my archery lesson." "Miss March is giving Paddy his art teachings. I don't think it's your turn for archery today, Thomas," his father pointed out sternly. Tom looked at him and nodded.

It wasn't like Tom despised his father; on the contrary, he loved him. Yet, sometimes, he felt like people expected too much of him. He knew he would be the future king of London, and he realized he often boasted about himself, showcasing only his best side. However, no one saw the real him—the genuine thoughts and feelings he drowned in champagne and partying.

Thomas made his way around the castle and reached the art room. His hand brushed the doorknob, and something paused inside his body. A sudden nervousness rushed through his bloodlines. Was it because of the small fight between him and Y/N? He remembered it vividly. He even knew exactly what he did after she walked out of the ballroom, and how his hands landed on the champagne bottles until his brothers took them away from him.

He felt ashamed of the words he said to her, truly. Now, the realization that she might never talk to him again made it even harder for him to confront his actions. Nevertheless, as he opened the door, expecting hell, he found himself in heaven.

His eyes met the random paintings on canvases, beautifully painted in soft colors. Paddy was sitting next to Y/N, who wore a casual dress that wasn't as tight as last night. Her hair was loosely open, not in a stern high braided bun. She felt like herself—authentic. That's what Tom thought as he observed her. 

Paddy turned his head around, locking eyes with Tom, and his smile brightened even more. "Look, brother! Y/N taught me how to draw our garden with the dozen of flowers!" Paddy was so proud and happy, something Tom couldn't relate to as he felt like a failure. "It looks great, Pads," Tom smiled calmly, but his smile dropped slightly when he noticed Y/N's stare. It was obvious—the "why are you still here" stare.

Y/N cleared her throat and placed her soft hand on Paddy's shoulder. "That was enough for today, Paddy. I hope you enjoyed the day as much as I did." "Yes, it was very delightful with you. I can't wait for our next session!" Paddy laughed with excitement, grabbing the canvas and rushing out of the room to show it to their father. Now, it was just Tom and her alone.

Y/N turned her back toward Tom, starting to clean the small atelier. "What are you doing here?" Her sentence was short and harsh, not soft and calm like before. Tom sighed and touched some stacked canvases with his fingers. "Y/N, I'm sorry for how I behaved." "Have you been drinking again? It doesn't suit you to apologize to an ordinary girl." She walked around the atelier, avoiding all around Tom. She placed the brushes and paintings away, mirroring the way she was avoiding her feelings.

"No, I'm not. I still have a headache from last night, so please don't be hard on me," Tom said as he looked at her. "Well, someone has to do it or not?" she stopped and looked at him. There was a small silence between them until Y/N continued to clean up, "I talked with your father. I won't give you any archery lessons anymore."

Tom's eyes widened. "What? Why?" „because I'm a failure," Y/N stated, avoiding the worried yet shocking glance of Tom. "Jo is in New York being a writer, and I am a failure." "Well, that's harsh to say when you are talented and have so much energy," Tom stated, and Y/N turned around to face him directly in the eyes.

"Talent isn't genius, Thomas. And no amount of energy can make it so. I want to be great, or nothing." Her voice felt flat and harsh for Y/N. She loved art and archery, two things that made her feel herself. Archery made her feel alive, like no one stood in her way. Art was someone she could talk to, a medium to express her thoughts and emotions. ,,I don’t see the point to do the things that aren’t archiving my hopes and dreams while being a women.’’ 

,,What makes you think that Women with dreams cant achieve things?’’ Thomas asked with curiosity. ,,You really ask me that?’’ Y/N frowned her eyebrows. ,,yeah I am asking you that. What women are allowed into the club of geniuses considering you are saying that talent isn’t genius?’’ Thomas walked to a chair and sit himself down on it, not breaking the intimate eye contact of Y/N. 

,,maybe the Brontes? I don’t know.’’ Y/N cleaned her fingers with a tissue. ,,Hm standing a point but who declares whose a genius?’’ ,,Men, I suppose.’’ ,,They’re cutting down the competition. If you may ask’’ ,,Look Thomas I don’t know why you want to have this complicated topic with me.’’

,,i just want to find a way to reasoning with you. I don’t understand why you view yourself like that, you are talen-„ ,,How does it matter anyway? Soon or later I will marry one day a man, who provides the money. One day I will let go of all the things I like because I need to be in the role of a mother.’’ Y/N looks at Thomas with a glance, a glance that Tom noticed how aching it is for her. She knew she said the truth but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. ,,But what is marriage if there is no love in it?’’ Tom looked at her, with eyes that were trapping her.

,,Well, I believe we have some power over who we love, it isn’t something that just happens to a person.’’ Y/N throws the tissue away ,,I think that poets and books disagree on that.’’ Tom stated with confidence and calmness. 

Y/N stared at him, he was just a man. He could say these things but he will never know how it is to be a woman. 

,,Well. I’m not a poet, I’m just a woman. Even though people don’t consider me as a woman, because I don’t fit in the picture of the societies eye, I am still a woman. And as a woman there is no way for me to make my own money or to earn a living or to support my family. Don’t get me wrong I am lucky to be under a warm house with clothes, because my father works his body out for the King, to give me that opportunity to live. Even if I had my own money, which I don’t, that money would belong to my husband the moment we got married. And If we had children they would be his, not mine. They would be his property. So don’t sit there and tell me that marriage isn’t an economic proposition, because it is. It may not be for you because you are the son of the King of London, but it most certainly is for me.’’ 

Her eyes felt sad, the words she said came out of her deepest heart and she hold her fingers together to reduce the nervous tendency. In her voice Tom felt the acceptance of her life, he could tell that these words that Y/N just told him were words that implanted to every woman that was breathing on earth. 

,,now if you excuse me, I have to go to the library’’ Y/N walked away from Thomas and took her small vest that was laid on her chair. She wrapped it around herself until Tom spoke with a light and calm voice. ,,the things I said yesterday night weren’t meant to be told, I am sorry about that. And I as well feel sorry for the way how you see yourself.’’ Y/N looked with a conflicted eye contact at Thomas but the sudden warm feeling that embraced the words of him on her made her feel calm. ,,I know this sounds hideous but would you allow me to follow you to the library?’’ 

,,you don’t need to sound so formale in front of me Thomas.’’ She chuckled softly.

,,then you don’t need to call me Thomas, it makes me feel old.’’ His face grimaced by the name.

,,so Tommy?’’ She raised her brow.

,,Tom would be alright’’

(its a very old AU that I wrote last December and man... I had to release it)

[kissingchoso]

more troupes i love instead of changing my theme

forced proximity!!! bonus points if there’s a one sided crush, or if they’re both into each other and they kept skirting around their feelings.

arranged marriage, where they both don’t really care ab each other in the beginning but they naturally gain feelings. it’s like they start dating for the first time while legally being bound together like cmon, you’re allowed to kiss them whenever you want!!!!

best friends -> lovers. a classic, cliche but this shit gets me going so so so bad

survivalists -> lovers. any apocalyptic au where the characters are trying to survive and they can start of as strangers that stayed loyal to one another!!! scrum dilly yum yum!!!

touch starved!character or reader with a touchy person. me, personally, i’m touch starved once every six months but when i feel like cuddling naked with someone (non sexually) the feeling is strong. i feel like it’s good for the soul and it’s very intimate

calm and collected character x on the go reader. yes this is a self call out but this is so good. like reader always gotta be doing something, ticking off what’s on her responsibility list and the character is like “calm yourself???” bonus points if there’s smut involved where the character forces reader to just take the time to enjoy everything around her.

i’m sorry but shy reader!!!! she’s cliche, yes. very y/n 2012 wattpad core, but she’s a classic. i’ve seen writers (including myself) include more descriptions of mannerisms and internal dialogue, which is super accurate and makes the story more believable. bonus points if the reader can’t hold eye contact even if it meant saving their life.

mechanic au’s! mechanic!character x doesn’t know shit ab motor vehicles!reader. toes curling. need i say more?

vampire!character x human!reader. <3

actors au where character and reader are co-stars and everyone around the world ships them and make edits of them just noticing/being around each other constantly!!! very much tom holland and zendaya coded but fictional ofc.

royalty!reader x knight!character. yup yup yup. bonus points if one of them is seriously injured/dies and the survivor has only one truly intimate memory of them (kissing or cuddling) littered with small flirtations!

love that knows no time. yall watched the tinkerbell movie with the winter fairies? queen clarion and lord milori are who exactly what im talking about!! while yes they were in love before and had to separate for each other’s kingdom, they still love and care for each other in the bitter end!!! <3<3<3<3<3<3

that’s all for now folks <3

[webslinger-holland]

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

MASTERLIST

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... 

No 

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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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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The Selection | Tom Holland x Reader

Royalty AU

For thirty-five girls from all castes, there was no greater opportunity than The Selection. This was the chance to be swept up in a world of expensive clothing and crowns made from priceless jewels. And, the chance to win the heart of the stunning Prince Thomas. 

C O M I N G  S O O N

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The Prince - Finale

Pairing - Prince Tom Holland x Maiden Reader

Summary - Having a little family of their own is awfully wonderful!

Warnings - none just fluff

A/N - This is the finale part of this series, There even might be a bonus to come! Thank you so much for the support and appreciation on my last fic KOH plus others, you guys are all so sweet! 🥰 

Word count - 1.2k

Tom wakes up to his baby whimpering, he quickly picks him up to hush him. "Sh, Sh Darling your ok, baby boy! Daddy's got you." He coos at his sweet, small baby. He opens his big brown eyes wide open to see Tom, giggling sticking his small foot in his mouth.

Tom smiles, cooing at him. "Awe your so Adorable, aren't you love you so much baby boy," Tom tickles him, "yes you are, yes you are," His baby smiles, not crying anymore. Brining his baby to bed as he layed with him, Tom turns his head to see your beautiful pregnant figure.

He smiles seeing how relaxed you are, knowing that your gracefully carrying their 2nd child. "Are you hungry, bub ba?" The baby squirms to try to get near his mummy. You stir as you feel the baby inside of you kick. Opening your eyes a bit smiling, you see your other sweet baby with your baby Daddy. "He needs feeding love," Tom strokes your hair, as you sit up.

You nod, suggesting your arms towards Tom to give you your Baby. Tom passes Luke to you, he smiles as he sees your boob. Breast feeding was the best option you had for your baby. He suckles on your nipple quite well, he didn't want to take a bottle just yet. Tom comes closer to you as you feed your baby, he kisses your lips.

“Good morning my Queen, how did you sleep Darling?" You smile blushing, not getting over the fact he says this every morning to you. "Good morning my king, I slept ok, Considering this little one has your genes and is kicking," You playfully giggle, "How did you sleep with no baby in your tummy, Sweetheart?" You grinned. "I slept good because I got to cuddle you, My Love even when your being cheeky you take my breathe away," Tom flirts, kissing your cheek.

You smile looking down at how Luke is now finished filling his tummy. "I love you so much, baby boy," you say, holding your baby up kissing his cute, little squishy cheeks, he giggles. "Do you want to burp, our little Prince?" you asked, putting him in Tom's arms. "Gladly, he more of our little munchkin, aren't you baby?" His baby giggled agreeing, Tom securely put him over his shoulder, patting his back lightly.

You watch smiling the way Tom is being with your baby, he is such a good dad. "See he likes me, burping him! He is letting it out already," Luke does cute, little burps. Smiling due to filling satisfied and comfortable. Luke soon starts to cry due to his nappy. "Oh no someone needs a nappy change," you put your hands out going to go and change him but Tom stops you.

“No, it's ok love. I will change him, you go get in the bath sweetheart," He smiles, kissing you. "Are you sure? thanks Tommy," you kiss back, he nods ruffling your hair. He takes his baby to the changing table. "Anytime, sweetheart, you go and take a nice, relaxing bath," Tom kisses you. You walk to the bathroom, letting a maid prepare your bath. you thank the maid, soaking your skin in the hot bath, feeling relaxed.

“It's ok, baby boy Daddy's going to get you all nice and clean," he says as he changes his cute baby. His baby makes Ba Ba babble sounds. "I'm a put some nice, clean clothes on you now, Lukey," He puts one cute, little foot in the footsie onesie, then the other. Then his cute, little arms in now buttoning it up. Lifting his baby up for kisses, his baby giggles, babbling. "Cutest little one, I'm a eat you all up," Tom smiles, pretending to eat him. He giggles more, loving the attention.

Tom carries him to the dinning hall, ready to start the day with his beloved family. Unfortunately, he will miss his dad. But hopefully heaven will take good care of him! He opens the doors to see everyone chatting and laughing.

Everyone coos at his baby, "awe look at the little Darling, come to grandma," Tom gives Nikki her grandson, him kisses his Nanny.

“Why does she get to hold him first, I want a turn," Harry whined, as Sam and paddy agreed. Tom and Nikki chuckle, "wait your turn, he's not a doll, boys!" shaking her head, as she coos at the little baby, "where is Y/N, I was so sure you made the right decision marrying her, maid or not!" She smiled loving to Her son. "She is upstairs, getting dressed," Tom says, just as you walk through the door. "There she is, the gorgeous lady of the hour," you giggle, "well kind Sir, you really surprised me too!" Tom kisses your cheek.

“Hello, Darling How are you? I'm just adoring this little Prince, can't wait for other little treasure either!" Nikki smiled to you, "I'm good, you? Thank you, we can't either, See Tom he is a little Prince," you laugh, as you get passed Luke to you. "Yes Darling I know, he is our sweet little Prince and I also can't wait for this little one to come either," He taps his baby's nose, saying "bop" him giggling at the contact. Tom kisses your stomach, "I'm good, Darling!Thank you, we all love and appreciate you like one of our own, sweet girl," Nikki comments but getting interrupted by a certain someone. "Can I get a turn now, holding him," Harry spoke up again. You smile, carrying your baby to his uncle. "Here you go Harry," Harry smiles as he cradles Luke in his arms

Luke wraps his little arms around his shoulder. "Hi, little one. It's good to finally hold you today. Your really cute and playful," Harry coos, Luke smiling trying to grab Harry's curly locks. Harry chuckles, "That is hair, baby" he bounces him up and down gently, making him laugh more.

You and Tom watch at how Harry is such a good uncle with Luke, while eating breakfast together as a family. You pop a strawberry in mouth, enjoying the way it tastes. "Is that good, Darling?" You nod, smiling. "Only the best for you, My Love." You giggle at how romantic he is, such a softy underneath for his family.

You look around to that your baby is now with Sam and Paddy, cooing at him. "I love how your brothers are taking care of our baby, while we enjoy breakfast." You laugh, "I love our baby and our soon to be baby so much," you take another bite of your pancakes. "Me too love, love you and our baby so much, and even this soon to be baby, right here." He caresses your stomach, smiling. "Love you so much too Tommy," you kiss him.

“Ew, keep that in the bedroom," Harry, Sam and Paddy all cringe. Nikki winks at you and Tom, smiles laughing at your young love even Reminds her of her and Dom. Luke just giggles at his uncles faces, not knowing what is going on just yet.

You go outside as a family after everyone is now dressed, clean and feed, including Tom and Luke.  You smile sitting down with your Family that you once wish you would have, dreams do come true.

You wouldn't have it any other way! To be cuddled up with your husband and your baby in the garden with the rest of your family with you.

Tagged - @justapurrcat

[tomhollandfics]

do u have any royal au fics?? ♥️♥️

here's a few x

Bound To You (Series) - @vendettaparker

Ready Or Not - @spideymarvelws

Better Than This - @blissfulparker

The Royal Family (Series) - @webslinger-holland

The Right Decision - @tom-softie

Rags & Royals - @hollandroos

Love & Suffer - @justanamesstuff

[tomhollandstrash]

Chasing Stars

Why is it that I always write something angsty even when I don’t mean to?? Also, I am seeing a second part to this. Let me know if that’s something y’all might be interested in!

Pairing: prince! Tom Holland (bc why not??) x reader

Warnings: angst, maybe a swear or two, the ending is sad as hell but also there’s hope? 

Word count: 2.2k

You leaned your head back on the car’s headrest, closing your eyes contentedly as you felt the cool ocean breeze against your skin. When you asked Tom to run away with you for the night, you were half kidding; you didn’t think he’d agree so eagerly. It was a passing suggestion as you rested with your head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Part of you thought that he hadn’t heard you, so you were prepared to let it go. That is- until you heard him say yes. 

You just wanted to get out of the city for the night, all you wanted was to drive as far away as you possibly could. There were so many things you needed to say to Tom, so many things you still wanted to do with him. Sleep could wait until another night. Tonight you wanted to spend as much time soaking up Tom as you could. Come morning, the two of you may never see each other again. At the very least, the two of you could pretend that things were normal one more time. 

Tom reached over and squeezed your hand gently, releasing a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding in. His eyes stayed focused on the road ahead, hand on the steering wheel, forearm muscles contracting as he readjusted his grip. You were now looking at Tom, your lips curving into a soft smile. There was always something so magical about being with Tom like this. Like the two of you were the only people in the world. You so desperately wished you’d be able to have more moments like this, but sadly, time was running out. 

“What are you thinking about?” Tom asked, bringing your hand up and kissing your knuckles. 

“How glad I am that we’re together right now,” You replied, sitting up a little straighter in your seat. 

“I am too,” 

--

You and Tom had been driving for hours, though it didn’t feel that long. Time always seemed to pass quickly when you were together. You were far out of the city now. The silence of the peaceful landscape lulled you into a trance. You were thinking about everything that could be if Tom were just a normal guy. Sure, when he was with you he was just Tom Holland. A sweet, sometimes nerdy, and extremely caring guy that you loved with your whole heart. Tom loved that he could just be himself around you. You didn’t have the expectations that his family or the public did. Tom being Tom was enough for you, and damn did that feel good.

“Care to go to the beach?” Tom asked, breaking the silence and gesturing to the vast expanse of sand next to the road. 

“Do you even have to ask?” You turned to him and raised an eyebrow, chuckling lightly. 

“Okay, okay,” He laughed and turned into the parking lot by the beach. 

As soon as he parked, you hopped out of the car stretching your legs. The cool nighttime air and the salty smell of the ocean was an intoxicating combination. The wind blew through your hair and past your body, making you shiver slightly. You took in the view and sighed happily, wrapping your jacket around yourself a little more tightly. Tom came up and stood next to you, wrapping his arm around you and placing a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Thanks for agreeing to run away for the night,” You said, leaning into his touch. 

“Anything to spend more time with you, darling,” Tom replied. “I’ve got a few blankets, by the way,” 

He gestured toward you with his other arm that was full of soft blankets. You smiled brightly at him, making his heart melt. Tom absolutely loved your smile, and he loved it even more when he knew it was meant for him. 

“Oh, look who’s prepared,” You said playfully, nudging his side gently with your elbow. 

Tom laughed before taking your hand and leading you onto the sandy beach. He put the blankets on the ground, making sure to add a dramatic flourish as he did. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow and laughed. When the blanket was laid out, Tom laid down and opened his arms gesturing for you to lay down with him. Smiling, you happily joined him on the blanket and rested your head on his chest. 

You listened to the sound of Tom’s heart as he rubbed soothing circles into your shoulder. Neither one of you said anything, settling into a comfortable silence as you gazed at the stars. You shivered slightly and Tom pulled a spare blanket over the two of you for warmth. The sound of the ocean gently crashing against the shore calmed the both you, and helped you both avoid thinking about the reality of your situation.  

Tom was a prince with a rather unfortunate duty to his people. His duty meant that his hand in marriage belonged to someone else, and you hated that fact. It wasn’t that you didn’t support him or his family. In all honesty, the Hollands were loved, adored by their subjects; and the woman he was supposed to be getting married to was perfectly lovely. You’d never met her but from what Tom had told you, she seemed nice enough. She wasn’t too thrilled with the arrangement either, wanting to focus on philanthropy and activism rather than getting married. 

“I wish you weren’t getting married to someone who isn’t me,” You said softly, snuggling closer into Tom’s side. 

“Me too,” He sighed, looking at you sadly. 

Tom loved you so much that it hurt. He would do anything if it meant he would be able to spend forever with you; but what could he do? Realistically, it didn’t seem like the two of you had many options. He remembers how heartbroken you looked when he told you about his engagement. He wanted to tell his family it was off, he wouldn’t do it, but something kept him from expressing his true feelings. 

After the two of you talked through it, you decided to continue seeing each other. With the engagement, it meant that things had to be kept on the down-low, but it wasn’t that different from how things were before. If you were honest, there was something kind of exciting about sneaking around. All of the midnight dates, late-night walks in the park, and romantic slow dances in an empty gazebo were like something straight out of a Nicholas Sparks novel. It was positively dreamy. You didn’t care what time of day you were seeing Tom, just as long as you got to see him. 

Despite all of the romance, all good things must come to an end. There was a particularly tearful Thursday night on which you and Tom made a hard decision. Once he was married, the two of you decided that maybe it would be best if you cut off all contact, at least for a little while. And although the thought of not having Tom in your life and Tom not having you in his was almost unbearably painful, the two of you thought it would be for the best. Maybe you would decide that the two of you could be friends after a while, maybe your feelings for one another would subside. 

You sat up and put your hands in your lap, looking at Tom over your shoulder. 

“Let’s forget about it tonight, let’s just enjoy the time we have left,” You said, standing up and holding your hands out to him. 

“Yes, let’s,” Tom grabbed your hands and hoisted himself up off of the blanket. 

The two of you spent the next hour frolicking on the midnight beach, running around like children and laughing until your ribs hurt. The moon and stars were so bright that you didn’t need any other source of light. It was almost like they were smiling down on you and Tom. 

“God, I love you so much,” Tom declared, cupping your face and kissing you deeply, the waves lapping at your bare feet. 

The kiss was needy and desperate, and you could feel all of Tom’s love through it. You ran your fingers through his brown curls and pulled him closer. You couldn’t get enough of each other. When you pulled away, you rested your foreheads against each others’. You let your eyes stay closed, wanting to savor this moment. 

“I love you too,” You said, opening your eyes to look at him. “Let’s go cuddle up with the blankets, I’m cold,” 

“Okay, sounds good,” Tom chuckled, lacing his fingers with yours as the two of you returned to your little nest made of blankets. 

--

The rest of the night the two of you talked about everything and anything. You were completely invested in one another. Not once did you ever stop being in physical contact. If you were cuddled up to Tom’s side, he had an arm around you, you were holding hands, or kissing. If anyone else would have been on the beach that night, they would have gushed about the couple who seemed so in love spending their time together. 

Your eyes eventually started growing heavy and you fell asleep with your head on Tom’s chest, the slow rise and fall of his breathing lulling you to sleep. 

--

“Y/N,” you heard a gentle voice calling your name, and felt light kisses peppering your face. “We have to get up, love,” 

You opened your eyes, squinting at the cotton candy colors painting the sky. 

“Don’t want to,” You mumbled, burying your face back into Tom’s side. 

Tom laughed softly, before wrapping his arms around you again. Truth be told, he didn’t want to get up either. He wanted to be here, or anywhere, with you for the rest of his life. Sadly, reality was calling and no matter how much he wanted it to, it wouldn’t stop. Eventually, the two of you got up and made it back to the car, packing up the blankets and sharing a long kiss before getting in. 

The car ride back to the city was quiet. The two of you had so much left to say to each other, but not enough time. So you settled for a comfortable silence with the radio playing quietly in the background. Tom held your hand the whole way back, bringing your hand to his mouth to kiss it every so often. As you began to see the familiar city skyline through the windshield, your chest grew heavy. It was almost time to say goodbye. 

When Tom pulled up to your apartment, you couldn’t help but let a few tears fall from your eyes. This was really it. Your time together was really coming to an end. Neither one of you moved, each of you not willing to say goodbye first. 

You made the first move, knowing that you couldn’t avoid it any longer. You pushed the car door open and began the walk up to the door, Tom following closely behind. When you reached the door, more tears made their way down your cheeks. Tom cupped your face and tenderly wiped away the tears with his thumbs. 

“I know this is what we agreed on, but this sucks,” You pouted and let out a breathy laugh, trying to lighten the mood. 

“It does suck,” Tom agreed, pulling you in for a tight hug. He couldn’t believe he was really going to have to let you go. “I don’t want to let you go,” 

“I don’t either, but we have to,” You said, looking into the distance over Tom’s shoulder. “You’re getting married,” 

“But not to you,” He said ruefully, his own tears starting to spill. 

“I wish,” You replied, tears falling a little harder. 

“Me too, darling,” He whispered before connecting his lips to yours in another deep kiss. 

You were going to miss kissing him like this, hell- you were going to miss everything about him. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, how he would whine when you poked fun at him, and the way he kissed you. What you would miss the most was the feeling of him loving you, and knowing that you would be able to settle into each other’s arms at the end of each day. Eventually, the kiss ended and the moment you were dreading arrived. 

“I’ll come back for you, I promise,” Tom whispered against your lips before slowly releasing you from his grasp. 

You watched tearfully as he walked toward his car, never once breaking eye contact with you. This was so much harder than you thought it would be. But you know what they say, if you love someone, let them go. You weren’t sure this is the situation they were referring to, but it gave you something to cling onto. You loved Tom with everything you had. 

“I love you!” Tom shouted from over his car, hands cupped around his mouth before ducking into the vehicle. 

“I love you too!” You shouted, not sure if he heard it, but knowing that he knew how you felt. 

As Tom drove away from you, the pink and purple colors in the sky started to fade. You couldn’t help the sobs that wracked through your body as he got further and further away from you, but you still had hope that he would keep his promise. 

[kayrogers]

accidental cinderella ][ t. holland

royalty au

Paring(s): prince!tom holland x reader ; platonic!harrison osterfield x reader

Inspo: cinderella cause a bitch LOVES fairy tale aus

Word Count: 2900+

Warning(s): cursing, lil bit of a cheese-fest, and haz being an absolute bean

Part: prologue | part 1 | part ??

A/N: first of all.. wow. thank you so much to everyone that read first part and actually wanted more, y’all are some saints. Second, I hope y’all are coping well in quarantine, stay healthy loves! also gifs above DO NOT belong to me, I found them on google.

Harrison indeed did manage to get your number and sent you the details for the Gala the next day. To say that it was scary how fast he got a hold of you was an understatement. What had you gotten yourself into?!

‘You weren’t being serious about the Forever 21 dress... were you?’ He texted back and you felt your face grow red.

You were poor. There was no question about it, even if your so-called family upstairs lived lavishly. But maybe this could get you out of it! No fancy dress? No gala. Maybe he had finally come to his senses and realized how insane it was that he even spoke to you. Let alone invited you to such an event.

‘Uh yeah. Is that going to be a problem?’ You sent back, biting your lip in anticipation.

‘Not at all. Meet me at this address tonight at 9 PM. Wear something comfy. ;)’ What?!

Okay, you weren’t sure what that meant and it made your stomach flip at the prospect.

‘Is this another thing that’d be offensive to say no to?’ There was the sound of a crash coming from the floor above you and you could hear your step-mother’s familiar screech.

‘Yes. See you there!’ You rolled your eyes, turning your phone off and slipping out of bed.

“[Y/n]! Get upstairs!” She yelled down the stairs to your flat and you groaned, slipping on a pair of slippers and heading up.

The sight upstairs was nothing short of a disaster. Pink powder covered the tiled kitchen floor and the small white Pomeranian your step-mother named ‘Angel’. It didn’t take long to hang around that dog to realize the name was an oxymoron.

“Clean this up immediately! I can’t believe I’ve spilled my Marc Jacobs blush... and I have the gala this weekend. You must get more today.” Your step-mother, Sheryl, harped the second you entered the room.

“And give the dog a wash, I need my baby clean.” You nodded, more tripping up on this gala she mentioned.

Grabbing a vacuum from the closet, you were quick to get to work picking up what you could of the loose powder.

“Gala this weekend?” You carefully questioned as you hung up the vacuum and grabbed a swiffer mop.

“The Holland’s. With your father’s connections I was able to get invitation for myself and the girls. The king is looking for all of the eligible ladies in the kingdom for his son... obviously within a more respectable tax bracket as only certain families are being invited.” She snipped and you felt a familiar grieving anger fill your chest.

Your father’s connections. You always knew Sheryl had it out for his money from the second he met her, but he loved her and you wanted him to be happy after your mother’s passing. But now? The blatant materialism and audacity. To not even consider bringing you, but quick to use your father’s memory when it was of use. It disgusted you to no end.

After mopping what you could, you grabbed the dog who immediately started yipping at you. Making the decision to bite your tongue, you left the room before you could say something you’d regret.

“Make sure you scrub this grout when you’re done!” You inwardly groaned at her screech.

The rest of your day went frustratingly similar to that interaction. You went through an exceedingly long to do list that you were forced to do daily, somehow these women managed to mess up every little micromanaged task you were given. You wouldn’t doubt your step sisters doing it on purpose, torturing you being one of their favorite pastimes.

After chores was work, this environment not much of a change. As cute as the café was, that Pinterest-wholesome exterior was a facade when considering the attitudes of other customers and co-workers alike. You’d swear off any coffee besides black if you didn’t have such a sweet tooth.

You were cleaning after your shift around 8, when you got another text from Harrison.

Harrison: ‘We still on for tonight?’

[Y/n]: ‘Yeah. Just locking up the café. 9 right?’

Harrison: ‘Most certainly! Make me a coffee on your way out?’ [$50 attached to message]

[Y/n]: ‘50?! I would have done it for free!’

Harrison: ‘I know ;)’

That was the first good thing to happen to you all day. And you didn’t even want to accept it. Maybe having a royal butt-buddy wouldn’t be so bad if he kept this up.

Cleaning was much less of a chore after that and you felt yourself actually grin when you stepped out into the cold night air. You put the address Harrison sent you into Uber and found yourself equal parts anxious and excited. The drive was short, but as you turned onto the block dread filled your heart. Fairy Ave. It was a place that not even your step-mother could visit more than once a year. Every store glistened brightly and held price tags you could never imagine. You could guess a singular dress would cost your tuition. In front of one boutique stood a familiar face in a suit even more dashing. And you sat in the backseat of an Uber with your work clothes still on. 

“A suit?” You questioned when you got out.

“I’ve just left work as well. Not easy babysitting a prince.” He jokes and you hand him his coffee.

“You sure he’d like you saying that?” Harrison scoffed at your remark and held open the door to a place called ‘Bibbity Boutique’.

“I’m sure I don’t give a damn.” He was cheeky, but you were too busy gawking at the insane dresses to notice.  From floor to ceiling there were pristine cocktail dresses to sparkling ball gowns. You did not even want to guess how much any piece called for.

“You’re not seriou-“

“I am. Can I get some assistance for this lovely lady here? She’s a friend of the crown.” Harrison boldly held out a silver and red brandished credit card to the first store attendant he saw.

She eyed you suspiciously, but still pulled out a tape measure. However you were too busy stumbling over his phrasing, ‘friend of the crown’ was never something you’d imagine hearing in your life. You were led through the store while Harrison and the worker were actually picking out dresses. Part of you was scared to touch one for fear of somehow breaking it and putting yourself into indefinite debt. But then you saw it.

The deep pine green caught your eye as if drawn there by a magnet. The dress in all honesty was simple, smooth satin flowing down the mannequin like water. The back was mostly open except for spaghetti straps tying the bottom together. It was perfect.

“Stop.” Your voice was abrupt, Harrison and the attendant give you a strange look with equal amounts of insane dresses filling their arms.

“The green one. That’s it.”

“Are you sure? These are the gowns being purchased for the gala.” The attendant insisted on the dresses in her arms, each one extravagant and sparkling.

“Let’s see it on then.” Harrison concluded with a smirk, and the attendant rolled her eyes but moved to help you get that dress down.

You audibly gasped when seeing yourself in the dress. The deep forest color reflected amazingly off of the lights of the dressing room as you stood on a raised platform in front of its many mirrors. It was almost iridescent as the satin slightly changed with every swish and twirl of the fabric. It hung off your figure perfectly, tightening at every point it was meant to.

“Harrison!” You called excitedly, nearly falling in the tester heels you were given when putting the garment on.

He walked in and a smile took up his face when taking in your form.

“Don’t you clean up nice. We’ll take it.” He stated and you watched as the attendant quickly began writing down an order.

“I feel like I’m in Pretty Woman. Except I’m not having sex with anyone. Oh god, I don’t have to have sex with you for this right?” You whispered to him jokingly and his cheeks burned bright.

“Ouch. But no, like I said, you are a friend of the crown now. Or a friend of mine at the very least, you make me laugh [Y/n]. And since this whole gala was strapped together, Tom hasn’t been doing much of that.” Harrison looked down and began typing on his phone while saying that.

“So you and Tom are mates then?” He looked up from the device with a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t be Royal Advisor if I wasn’t.” He winked and went back to typing.

“Pretty sure you’re not looking for a laugh when taking advice on the kingdom, but if the shoe fits-“

“-Oh shoe! Wait one moment!” Harrison interrupted and dashed out of the dressing room.

He came back with his hands behind his back, a large grin occupying the bottom half of his face. “You shall be wearing these to the gala,” He pulled a box out from behind his eyes and you narrowed your eyes.

It was opened to reveal the most gorgeous pair of heels you had ever seen in your life. The seemed to be made of glass, crystalline and sparkling under the dressing rooms lights. You were nearly scared to blink, for fear that they’d disappear when you opened your eyes again.

“Come on then, let’s try em’ on.” He encouraged and you quickly stepped out of the tester heels.

Harrison kneeled in front of you, slipping the shoes on carefully while you watched in one of the many mirrors. They fit like a glove. And that’s when the world seemed to hit you like a tidal wave, eyes filling with tears too quickly for you to process.

“Harrison I can’t- the dress- the shoes- it’s all to much.” You choked out with a gasp, tears spilling down your face.

His head whipped up, the man rising to meet your blurred gaze.

Seeing yourself in that dress like that killed you in a way you never knew something could. It was just too nice. No one had done anything like this for you since your father was alive, a simple act of kindness. You were just overwhelmed by your emotions, feeling undeserving of any of this.

“Have I done something wrong?” His eyebrows were pulled together in concern.

“No. The opposite. I- I don't deserve this, Harrison.” You managed to get out through your sobs and he laughed, pulling you into his arms.

“Don’t think I’ve ever made a girl cry over a shopping trip. [Y/n] just accept this as a gift, please. Besides I was not letting you come near that gala in anything but the finest I could offer you. The royal family would have my head.” He comforted you, rubbing your back til your tears dried.

When he pulled away, your face was still red, cheeks and nose tinted cherry from your outburst. You felt embarrassed, sheepishly avoiding his gaze and looking at yourself in the mirror. And even though you looked like a wreck, you could never be more beautiful when wearing that get-up. You even ran your fingers through your hair, shaking it out and actually imagining yourself at this gala.

“Excuse me- we’ll be taking the dress and the slippers!” Harrison yells out from the dressing room. “Now get out of that thing so I can buy it and get you home.”

He exits the dressing room with a wink and you release a breath you didn’t realize was being held in. You managed to slip out of the garment easily, the material sliding down your skin like water. The fact that it now belonged to you was jarring, and you held onto it tightly. 

Putting your work clothes back on was sobering, and you managed to finally accept your reality by the time you stepped outside the shop with Harrison, two bags occupying your hands.

“Shall I arrange for a hair and makeup appointment before the gala?” He asks and you fervently shake your head.

“No! No more spending your money on me, please, I don't know if I can take it.” You plead and his eyes roll with a grin occupying his face.

“Alright… no more money.” Harrison chuckles and the rest of the drive goes smoothly, the two of you getting on as if you’d known each other for years.

The boy was truly a breath of fresh air to you, yourself used to men like him being arrogant pricks who would barely pass you anything more than a predatory glance. But he was kind and treated you with respect, which was really all you could ask for in a friend. Not like you had many of those anyways. Work and school taking up all of your time to a point where any free time you had was spent between you and Netflix.

When you were dropped off at the apartment, you quietly snuck inside and into your flat. There was a small anxiety which creeped through you when thinking of your step-mother or step-sisters finding the dress. If Sheryl saw it, she would ask questions and somehow use you to weasel her way into whatever plot a sociopathic widow could make out of your new connection to the Royal Advisor. 

You made sure your door was locked before moving to your bed and lifting up a panel in the floor to reveal a space filled with your most important items. Most of them were trinkets and random pieces of jewelry, besides that your father’s old journal and a shoebox of cash you had managed to hide from your step-mother and keep for yourself from work. You slipped the shoebox and dress box carefully into the spot before placing the panel back on top of the hole. 

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Harrison had a giddy smile on his face as he approached Tom’s room, strolling in with a champagne bottle and two glasses. Though this jovial attitude is soon disrupted when seeing the Prince’s face. 

Tom was already nursing a glass of wine, solemnly staring out his window with his phone left open on his coffee table.

“She’s got a new phone.” He grimly states and that’s all Harrison has to hear.

“Annabelle?! Why won’t you report this? It’s harassment. Prince harassment. And that’s just treason, let’s arrest her.” He rapidly gets out, rolling his eyes at the dramatics of the situation.

Of course Annabelle Valentina Roselyn Kensington had to swing back into Tom’s life right when Harrison was helping him move on and get his shit together. And who was this girl? Prince Holland’s insanely jealous and conniving ex-girlfriend who Harrison knew would never let her claws unlatch from the Royal Family. 

“You know I can’t do that.” Tom said and finally looked away from the window.

The Prince could never report the girl, he knew of his status and how quickly most of the kingdom would attack her the second word got out. No matter how she tortured him during their two year long relationship, he still cared enough to not want her hurt. 

“What’s the bubbly for?” He asks and Harrison perks up.

“This is a celebration, my friend! Your genius advisor has concocted the perfect plot to get your father off your back and keep you from any unwanted advances at the gala… including Annabelle I presume.” Tom’s face twists in confusion.

“What are you on abo-”

“I’ve got you a girl-”

“Harrison.”

“Not another setup. Not even romantic. Her name is [Y/n]. She’s not phased by status or money, in fact she almost didn’t let me buy her a dress for the event. So here’s my plan, you find her at the gala - trust me, you’ll be able to pick her out - and you give her a proposition. Ask her to spend the night with you. You have a girl on your arm who you’re not required to further pursue, because once your father realizes she’s lowborn he’ll make sure that relationship never happens, and she’s quite funny actually so she won’t be a waste of your night.” Harrison gets out in one breath, face red and chest puffed as he unleashes his masterplan.

At least the part of it which Tom would have to know.

“So you’ve gotten me a fake date, that doesn’t even know she’s my fake date? And she’ll go along with it? Can I at least see a picture before you pawn me and this girl together? And that’s IF I let you. Big IF.” Harrison’s smile could be considered borderline psychotic, the man knowing that his best friend had already agreed and just didn’t want to let it on yet.

“Right, yeah. She’s actually quite pretty.” He pulled out his phone and brought up his camera roll to a picture he snuck of you in the dress.

You had a near invisible smile on your face, not noticing his phone in the reflection and just running a hand through your hair to get a different look in the mirror. Tom had to blink a few times, momentarily speechless. He tried not to let it show to Harrison, but there was clearly something about your image that struck him in a way he hadn’t expected.

“How’d you find this girl?” He scoffs, a twinge if heat touching his cheeks when Tom realizes that there’s a slight feeling of butterflies in his stomach.

The prince did not have that feeling for a long time, and he wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about that.

“Well- funny story actually. It all started when I knocked her over and spilled latte everywhere…”

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[something-fanfiction-ie]

Daughters To Wed | Teaser

Pairing: Prince!Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: none.

Summary: You are the daughter of a man infamous for having many children, only to marry them off in an effort to climb the social ladder and gain more riches. You have grown up hating the idea of marriage, only to be married to the Prince of Braydal, and the future King, Thomas Holland. The both of you are very unwilling partners, and that seems to be the only thing you have in common. It isn’t until things start to crumble around you that you realize there might be more to the cold prince than you thought.

A/N: Hey guys! So I’m still editing and revising this chapter but I swear it will be up soon. I’ve gotten quite a bit done. Just tweaking and adding. I hope this teaser satisfies your hunger though. 😅🤗

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On the opposite side of Tom sat a small oval portrait. In it sat a young girl, she was alone and in front of a dark backdrop. She gazed to the side, her eyelashes tiny grey flecks against the black. A tiny smile pulled at the edge of her lips and her chin tilted up ever so slightly. She was definitely not as forlorn and solemn as the other photographed girls scattered across the table.

“Is that her?” Harrison went to reach for the portrait but was smacked away before he could grab it. His friend wore a scowl on his face, glowering at the girl in the picture and then at him.

“Unfortunately.” Harrison was quiet for a moment, looking into Tom’s eyes curiously. It took a moment longer than usual to read his expression, but when he finally did he couldn’t help the laugh that bursted from his chest.

“My god, man. You already love her!” The young prince blanched and looked back at your picture. There it was, eating at the edge of his heart. He knew what it was but decided to call it hate, and so he wrinkled his nose and glared.

“Do shut up, Harrison. You don’t even know what you’re talking about.” But Harrison continued to laugh, teasing Tom until he stood up from his seat to collect his things.

He gathered books and pages and pictures into his arms, making a point not to pay his hysterical companion any attention. This did not quell Harrison’s fun even a little. In fact, it seemed to spur him on. He even started to sing the silliest song.

Prince Tom is in love / He’s in love / He says he isn’t / But he’s ly-ing

Tom gritted his teeth and marched away, his knuckles white from the grip on his things. Harrison didn’t move, just sang louder and louder. The song echoed in Tom’s head for the rest of the day, and it annoyed Tom even more because it was true.

[cornacopicimagines]

love affair │t.h

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pairing: king!tom holland x princess!reader

words: 3.9k (wow okay scarlett)

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, verbal abuse

summary: In two separate kingdoms were two lonely monarchs. One can somehow never find love and the other is in a painful engagement but by some sort of divine intervention, they two meet and fall for each other. The only downside is that they don't know it's them.

a/n: i don't know how many parts this series will have, but hopefully all of the chapter will be fleshed out x

teaser

masterlist

chapter 2  chapter 3  chapter 4

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Something about sitting through these long discussions made y/n want to jump out of the next window she saw, but she knew she had to.

She was first in line for the throne to the Ardonian throne, a royal treasure as her father liked to tell her. She had some many duties to uphold, some many people to impress and some may things looming over her. She couldn't handle it.

"y/n, are you listening to me?" her father; King Albert called out, his gruff voice filling the room. y/n waited for the maids to tie the knot on her corset before she swivelled around to face him.

"I'm sorry father, could you repeat what you said?" y/n asked sweetly trying to avoid her father's wrath against her. He stood up stumbling a bit as he made his way over to his daughter.

"I know you've been subduing the planning for your wedding," Her father spoke sternly, as he watched the rest of y/n's heavy gown be placed on her figure. y/n felt her stomach do turns when her father told her the news.

"I've been busy," y/n said shortly as she went to place her stumpy heels on her feet.

"You need to get married as soon as possible y/n," her father exclaimed angrily, "Our kingdom needs a direct heir," her father snapped. y/n huffed loudly and rolled her eyes.

"Is that all that matters to you," y/n spat back as her hands found themselves placed on her hips, "maybe you should consider my happiness instead of making sure I have children," y/n told him quietly, seriously doubting her father's love for her.

The room fell completely silent as y/n's father stared elsewhere while y/n's had her eyes trained straight on her father. y/n prayed something would happen that cause her father to leave her alone and thankfully something did.

A soft couple of knocks on her door cut the thick air and both monarchs looked to the door intently, "It's open," y/n called out and in walked a middle-aged man dressed in nice clothing and a charming but evil smirk on his face, y/n grimaced.

"I am sorry, your majesty but I need to talk to your daughter," the man spoke lightly as he bowed in the direction of y/n's father before turning to face her. y/n's father smiled widely before slowly making his way out of the room.

Once they were alone, the man swayed toward y/n. She tried to distance herself from him as best she could.

"How's my bride to be?" he asked with a tinge of darkness in his voice.

"Fine, Archduke Willopp," y/n said quietly, not wanting to start a conversation with him. Willopp laughed evilly before he let his hands drift over her waist and he grips it tightly. y/n flinched.

"Oh come on, don't be like that," he whispered in her ear, y/n felt like she was going to be sick all over him.

"I don't want to see you at the moment Willopp," she told him as she finally freed herself from his bruising grasp. Willopp's face immediately darkened.

"You know I don't like it when you walk away from me y/n," he snapped at her, his hand clamping down on her wrist. Her head whipped around to see her fiancee's face turn into a menacing frown. y/n's heart pounded against her ribcage as she watched Willopp come closer to her face. She didn't know if she would walk out of her with bruises on her body or a spit on her face. "So why are you walking away from me, you stupid little girl," Willopp spoke with venom lacing his tone. y/n stood there, her legs almost buckling in fear from Willopp's proximity to her face.

"Leave me - alone," y/n stuttered out as she snatched her arm away from Willopp and pushed him off her. Willopp grumbled something angrily under his breath before he stomped out of the massive room and slammed the door shut.

y/n stood there in absolute disgust, why was he so cruel to her? Why is Willopp her fiancee? And Why did her father let him marry her? y/n slumped against her solid gold walls and let her face fall into her hands as she sobbed into her palms.

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Across the large sea was another distraught monarch this time in Tom. He had just been crowned king after his father's tragic passing. He sat at the head of the impossible long table, Tom remembers when he was still a young prince sitting at this very table eating dinner with his family and close friends. He wished he could revisit that time.

He was just enjoying the quietness of his own company when the large door swung open and a scatter of feet came rushing in. Tom immediately knew who was running in.

"Darling, I have amazing news!" His mother's voice came calling out, Tom sucked in his breath not really wanting to deal with his mother at this moment.

"Yes, Mum?" Tom asked sweetly, trying to hide his uninterest with a smile.

Nikki has been through a lot in the past few months, with the death of her husband; the king and then an attempt on her sons' lives. She asked Tom not to pity her, but sometimes it was hard for him not to.

"I was talking with Baroness Diona and she said she has a daughter that is undivorced and still looking for love," Nikki smiled happily as she clapped her hands in celebration.

Tom sighed loudly as he turned to face his mother, "as much as I appreciate you trying to get me married, all the women at court are only wanting to be with me because I am king," he let his finger massage his temple softly, "and besides I want a wife who loves me, just like you and Dad," Tom told her with a lovesick smile on his face.

Nikki's hand stroked her son's face gently, "as much as I want that for not only you Tom but your brothers as well, sometimes that is not true," Nikki exclaimed sadly, she did truly want all of her sons married off with women that they loved but she knew in her heart that is an unreachable dream.

"I know mum, I know," Tom spoke sadly. The pair stood there in silence before the doors opened once again, this time two guards walked in.

"The boat is ready sir," they spoke almost in unison to Tom, who nodded in agreement. Tom could see his mother look up at him with an odd look.

"King Albert has invited us to go to a massive ball for their princess in Ardonia," Tom explained as he snatched his luxurious coat from the chair and swung it over his shoulders. "Don't worry, I'll be back in about a month and I am taking Harrison and The twins with me," Tom told Nikki quickly, knowing she would have a go at him for leaving. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and ran out.

On his way to the boat, he met up with Harrison, who was a high ranking Archduke and one of the most respected men at court, especially with the ladies.

"Your majesty," Harrison exclaimed sarcastically as he bowed slightly. Tom chuckled before he slapped Harrison on his forearm harshly. Both men boarded the boat, Tom felt the sea breeze hit his face. He remembers when his Dad would bring him on the boat and Tom would help the fishermen and the crew with their chores, God I miss him Tom thought to himself.

"Are the twins on yet?" Tom asked Harrison, in an attempt to distract himself from the memories of his father.

It took Harrison a second to spot Harry and Sam but once he did, he pointed them out to Tom who simply nodded away.

As if on cue, Harry and Sam met up with their brother and Harrison with wide grins on their faces. Tom felt an odd sense of mischief from the two.

"What's going on with you two?" Tom asked hesitatingly. The twins looked at each other before turned back to their brother with even bigger smiles.

"So we were talking around before our trip and it seems like two night before the big gathering, there is an intimate masquerade ball happening in a nearby Duke's land and we got the four of us a ticket in," Harry told Tom, with Sam grinning brightly next to him.

"I don't know, Mum would kill us if she knew we were going to it," Tom spoke but immediately regretted it. He was the King of the mighty land of Heladien and yet he was afraid that his mother would punish him for a night out like a child, "you know what, I need some fun," Tom said happily as he watched the men surrounding him rejoice.

Harrison placed both of his hands on Tom's shoulders and leaned in, "hopefully we can get you a nice lady to sleep with at the ball," Harrison spoke sneakily.

"It would be better if Tom could get the Princess herself," Sam said, wanting to go unnoticed but it went fully into everyone's ears.

"What do you mean by that?" Tom asked, actually quite puzzled as to why his brother would say that.

"Oh just heard that Princess y/n is supposedly phenomenally gorgeous and that if you did sleep with her it would be good for Heladien," Sam said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

Tom said nothing but tried to incision what The Princess actually looked like. Guess he'll have to find out.

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y/n sat at the stand, fiddling with her earrings and fixing her tied up hair. She was supposed to be going to sleep when in reality, y/n was getting ready for the annual masquerade ball held by a nearby Duke and his wife.

"This is going to be absolutely smashing," Ophelia; one of y/n's ladies in waiting spoke up as she flattened her sky blue dress. y/n smiled warmly at the reflection of her friend in the mirror.

"Hopefully I found a suitor at this ball, heard a lot of powerful men are going to be there," Elvira, another one of her ladies exclaimed as she tried pushing her corset higher to enhance her chest.

"You'll scare off men with those massive diamonds hanging by your neck," Jade, the last of her ladies giggled as she pointed to the large diamond necklace on Elvira's neck given to her by y/n herself.

"Hey, the men will think I have a wealthy family and that means a wealthy husband," Elvira clapped happily as she fanned herself.

"Oh, would you look at the time," Ophelia gasped loudly, the other 3 women glanced at the clock and immediately started to pack you their things in a rush and run out of the room.

The carriage ride went spent pre-drinking expensive champagne and gossiping about the people attending, that was until a certain name appeared in the conversation.

"I heard you father invited King Tom to your gathering in two days," Jade told y/n as she sipped the alcohol.

"It wouldn't surprise me, my father adores Tom, I have never met him yet my Dad tells me he is like a second son to him," y/n scoffed as she poured another glass.

"Wonder if he is coming to the ball?" Ophelia asked excitedly as she wiggled her way into the group.

"If he is, the other girls there are going to have to kill me to get me off him," Elvira spoke devilishly, cackling in the process.

Y/n stayed silent in her corner of the carriage. She stared out at the passing trees and wonder who Tom could be and how he could demand such respect from her father. Better yet, what he looks like, a girl had to know. Quickly y/n snapped out of her quizzed exclusion and swivelled back to the group.

"Who cares," y/n called out, "this is the one night a year when I can be someone else and not the Princess!" y/n cheered loudly as she prompted the other girl to toast their glasses in celebration.

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The night went fast for both of them. y/n was out enjoying being a complete stranger for just one night, she was enjoying not having to constantly curtsy and stand straight and enjoying not having people breathing down her neck at every waking moment. Tom was loving the festivities of Ardonia. He must admit they knew how to party, he also was revelling in the fact that no one knew who he was or what his title was. They loved this.

Tom was loving having women flock to him, by because he wore a crown on his head but because he was handsome and charming, it made him feel great about himself. y/n adored flirting with men, having them gaze upon her as if she was meant to be theirs. She would obviously never cheat on Willopp, even if she so desperately wanted to. She wouldn't, right?

y/n had lost her friends in the crowd, they were next to her one minute and then they were mysteriously missing from her company. So she went on a wild goose chase.

She was asking random people about their whereabouts, she was searching in places she didn't want to and most of all, just shouting their names amidst the crowds' loud chatter.

y/n had her eyes trained on her now throbbing feet, she was so focused on the pain that she had no idea that there was a man standing right in front of her. They collided and y/n lost her footing, luckily the masked man expertly slid his hand behind her waist and gripped tightly.

Tom, on the other hand, was just walking to grab some more liquor for himself and his friends when this random lady ran straight into him and Tom could see that she was going to stumble to the floor, so he quickly secured her in his arms.

To put it simply, sparks flew. They both felt it and they both knew it.

"Hello," y/n spoke sheepishly, feeling a hot blush creep on her face, thank god for the mask. She had a good look into his warm chocolate brown eyes, they looked so inviting yet so mysterious.

"Hi," Tom responded with absolute romance filling his voice. They stayed there, staring at each other intensely for what felt like hours when in reality y/n quickly snapped out of her lovesick haze but giving a small cough. She stood straight and tried to make herself look as proper as she could in her quite tipsy state.

"Have you seen 3 women? around my age?" y/n asked quietly just wanting to stare at his face for a little longer. Tom heard her question and chuckled loudly.

"There are a lot of women here tonight sweetheart," Tom told her lowly in an attempt to try and seduce her but to y/n his voice already sounded like absolute sex, "you're going to have to be more specific."

"Well," y/n started, trying to think of a way to tell this man who her friends were without exposing her true identity. "They are the ladies in waiting for the Princess," y/n told him with a beam on her face.

Tom felt his stomach do flips when she flashed him that smile. "How are you friends with the ladies in waiting to Princess y/n," Tom asked her, curious to find out who this stunning woman was. Tom could see her face crinkle up with his question.

"I myself am a lady in waiting to the Princess," y/n spoke quickly, her adrenaline was running at an all-time high, she felt like she was going to get addicted to this feeling of rebelliousness.

"What about your name sweetheart," Tom asked her again, this time he took a step closer to her.

y/n stared up at him with worry, as she tried to rack her brain of answers before a large smirk fell on her face, "isn't the whole idea of a masquerade ball, not to know people's names."

Tom watched the woman take two steps closer to him, their breaths were now intertwined and her hands fell onto the tight restraints of his shirt.

Y/n tried to weave her arms around him but as one of her hands touched the top of his chest, she almost moaned at the feeling of his obviously perfectly sculpted chest.

Tom had leaned down to the woman, feeling a wave of confidence hit him as he watched the woman admire him. "That doesn't mean I can't know your body right?" Tom asked her innocently.

The question but y/n off guard, her knees almost buckled at the way his hot breath wafted over her features. All she wanted to do was crash her lips on his, so she did.

They kissed in the dim light of the ballroom. Her hands found themselves perfectly seated on his sculpted jawline. While Tom has his arms snaked around her waist and scooped her in tighter. By some sort of divine intervention, it felt like they were meant for each other. The way their lips moved together, like a key slipping in a lock. They had only been talking for 10 minutes before they pounced on each other.

y/n popped her lips off Tom slowly, wanting to continue with their little moment of passion. "I know the duke has a lot of rooms, how about we occupy one?" y/n asked him devilishly, she wanted for the man to answer but instead she got a furious nod from him.

There was no going back now, if she wasn't on the verge of being drunk, y/n would have run away before she could write her death sentence by sleeping with this incredibly attractive man.

The two immediately ran off, skipping down the halls, y/n thought they looked like something out of a fairytale, with the man's well-done suit and dress shoes clicking on the tiled floor and her dress flowing behind her as they rushed to find an unoccupied room. Their lips found each other every once in a while with laughs and moans combined.

Finally, the pair stumbled into a dark empty room. Tom's hands multitask to open the door but still weave themselves in her silky hair. Tom took a good look at the seductive woman in the heat of the moment. Her e/c eyes basically sparkled with desire and glimmered with love. Tom knew he would never forget those beautiful eyes.

It didn't take long for the pair to strip themselves of their tight formal clothing, y/n saw his hands reach for his mask to slid it off his face, her hands shot up to stop him. The man peered down to y/n with a confused look in his face.

"No, for one night I don't want to know who you are," y/n told him lowly as she guided him to the immense amount of bedding behind them. "I kind of like the mystery of it," she confessed quietly.

Tom heard everything she said and smiled to himself before he connected their lips once more and threw the woman across the bed.

There was no going back for either of them.

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It had been a day and a half since Tom and y/n unknowingly slept with each other.

Tom remembers the night that an angel embraced him. He was determined to find this woman before they left for Heladien in a fortnight. He remembers the softness of her skin, the warmness of her touch. Luckily for him, he would see her again since she had told him she was a lady in waiting for the Princess and Tom, Harrison, Harry & Sam were about to leave the gathering of Princess y/n. The perfect opportunity to hopefully spend another blissful night with her.

y/n, on the other hand, tried her best to not think of her infidelity. She wanted to lock the memory up and throw it away but it was tough.

She just couldn't get him out of her head, the way he spoke to her, a sweetness but still a firmness. Something she had never had. The way he touched her, it was not in an aggressive way like the how Willopp handles her but it was gentle and kind. y/n still recalls having her fingers tangled in the adorable mop of brown curls on his head while he was pounding her.

God, it was the sex too that seemed to push everything to a high. It seemed as if he had years of practice, he seemed to instantly know every nook and cranny of her body and left her struggling to walk the next morning. But alas, all good things must come to an end.

Like in the present, she was in her most formal attire, an elegantly large red dress that showed just enough cleavage and covered the right amount as well. y/n tried to listen to an old lord drag on about his dreary children, she picked up a few things at a time but hardly got the bigger picture. Luckily, King Albert had whisked y/n away from that awful conversation.

"Tonight has been lovely dad," y/n told her father with a smile on her face. Usually, y/n would have to lie straight to his face but the night had been bearable, mostly because she had come in contact with her monstrous fiancee.

Albert stared down at his daughter with one of the only warm smiles he has ever given her. "I want you to finally meet King Tom," her father told y/n before he peered off in the distance oddly, "how I wish he was my son."

"Thanks, dad," y/n huffed, slightly annoyed at her father's comment. It seems as if Albert hadn't even heard his daughter's comment as he showed y/n to his side and three young men turned to face the royal family.

"Darling these are Prince Harry & Sam of Heladien and Archduke Osterfield," Her father said proudly as y/n watched his hand drift over each other the boys, "I have no idea where King Tom is though," Albert said under his breath as he searched around for the missing monarch. When suddenly a final man pushed past the crowd of people and went straight to hug y/n's father.

"Your majesty, how have you been?" Tom asked happily, nor he or y/n had seen each other's faces yet. Tom pulled away from Albert, who was smiling at him lovingly.

"Tom, I'd like you to finally meet my daughter, the Princess," Albert announced to Tom who followed where King Albert was point and spotted a young woman in a stunning gown. The two locked eyes. Tom's heart raced and his mind toyed with memories of that night. While y/n felt her whole world crumble in front of her but her body burned with love.

They had fallen for each other without either of them knowing.

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matrimony with royal!tom holland

“you are the strength i didn’t know i needed, and the joy that i didn’t know i lacked. today, i choose to spend the rest of my life with you.”

[webslinger-holland]

The Royal Family | Chapter Four

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: sexual tension, flirting, lots of kissing

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Type: The Royal Family Series

MASTERLIST

The spring day opens with the same gentle pace as the new blooms. The winter time had passed in its somber majesty. It had only brought skies of richly marbled greys and trees so elegant in their bare beauty. Those cold days for calmness and reflection are waning now. And a new spring energy will rise. 

The blossom arrives like cake frosting on the trees in delicious creams and pinks. The petals burst out from lower down the branches, leaving the tips still in tight bud. The evergreens and spruces scented the air with their new growth. The trees had almost looked like dancing ladies. They wore dresses of different shades of green dresses which were more fabulous than any designer could craft. They would move in perfect harmony with each other, choreographed by the gentle breeze.

The eastern palace had been frantically scurrying around the place to clean up the last minute touches. The servants had been working all day to prepare for the garden party that would take place in the late afternoon. The gardeners had to make sure that the royal garden looked its absolute best for that special day.

The gardener (who was a little old man) had spent the whole last week working diligently on the gardens himself. He liked to shape the trees to his liking with his clippers. He groomed the bunches of flowers with his bare hand, occasionally sending some to the palace for the princess. He was also able to clean the fountain from the last winter. Now the garden would be the prime and perfect centerpiece for the garden party.

The grand tent had been set up to linger underneath some trees. The footmen had been ordered to carry the various tables and chairs out to the tent for set up. The maids would organize the tables and chairs to their liking. They placed the white lace tablecloths on top of the small white circular tables. 

The ladies that worked in the kitchens were carrying out the fine china dishes. They were also starting to bring out the food that they would serve at the garden party. The little fluffy sandwiches would be served on the silver platters for it would be the main course. There were breads and biscuits that were practically tumbling over the sides of the wicker baskets on the wood table. There were small bowls of various fruits on the side, drizzled with a teaspoon of sugar. And there was one particular thing that would be a grand surprise.

A few small kettles of water were placed on the table to make warm tea. The little teabags were neatly ordered in little rows, showcasing the number of different flavors. And a little bowl of sugar was placed beside the warm kettles for a little added sweetening. 

There were beautiful crystal glass pitches filled to the brim with pink lemonade. The ice buckets would come out later, so that the lemonade could be served with ice cubes for the guests. There were also a few bottles of champagne for the gentleman that didn’t really care for lemonade. There were pitchers of nice cold milk that would be served to the children. There were beads of water running down the sides of the glasses due to the cold liquid within the pitcher.

The princess of the east would be hosting her first garden party. She had spent the last couple weeks sending out invitations, choosing the foods that would be served, and organizing the decorations to her liking. She was beyond overwhelmed when the day had actually arrived. 

She was telling the servants to do this and that. She had changed her mind in regards to the champagne. She found herself rearranging the setting on the guest list for the millionth time. She also made a grand request the day prior. She wanted there to be chocolate at the garden party (which was hard to come by).

The good news concerning the young couple’s courtship had rapidly spread throughout the entire kingdom. The servants whispered amongst themselves. Many of them were placing bets on the date that the royal couple would be engaged and married. The entire royal family was beyond thrilled with the news, expressing their sincere congratulations to the young couple. This garden party would be to celebrate their newfound courtship.

The three princes had found themselves walking amongst the preparation of the party in the front yard. The three of them did not pay any mind to the servants scurrying around them, frantically trying to make the last minute adjustments. They would settle their gazes on the young princess who was growing more stressed with each passing moment. 

"Tell me, dear brother," Harry said with an evident smirk plastered on his face. He turned his head to look at his older brother standing beside him, tilting his head to gesture towards the princess in the short distance. "Have you kissed her yet?" Harry wondered. 

"That is none of your business," Thomas said. He had been quick to avert his gaze, choosing to pretend to be focused on something else instead of having to listen to his brother’s taunting voice. Though he could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, he couldn't suppress the smile from growing on his lips. This would give away any secrecy in the matter.

"Oh...so you have kissed her,” Harry concluded. He could see the evident blush on his brother’s cheeks. He would only raise his eyebrows in amusement, chuckling to himself at the notion. "My brother has had his first kiss,” Harry exclaimed a little too loud for his brother’s liking. 

In the background, the prince’s personal assistant was making sure to linger behind them. He had turned his head to search some of his surroundings, watching the servants scurry around with keen eyes. His baby blue eyes would settle on this young servant carrying a bundle of neatly folded lace tablecloths. He could have sworn he had never seen anyone more beautiful in his life. 

In that give moment, the princess was fussing over this beautiful bouquet of flowers in the center of the table. She had taken one single step backwards to admire her work. She almost wondered if she had picked the right china dishes or if she should send for the other one. She just couldn’t think straight.

“You look stressed,” Thomas called. He had taken a few steps forward in his place, leaving his two brothers and personal assistant behind. He had grown to know her well over the past few months, especially during their courtship. 

“I am stressed,” Y/N confessed. She had turned her head to look over the small stretch of her shoulder, staring at the three princes in her presence. She took hold of one of the white lace tablecloths from Elsie. She spread the tablecloth onto the next table. “There is still so much to do,” Y/N sighed. 

“Let’s go for a walk,” Thomas suggested. He strode towards her, stopping to stand right in front of her. He could tell that she was about to make some protest, but then she began to process his words. He spoke again. “It might take your mind off things,” Thomas hinted.

The princess of the east had glanced at some of her surroundings in fear that some of the servants might catch onto the conversation between them. She was able to come up with a hundred excuses, but he simply refused to accept them. He had started to lead her away from the commotion with a hand on the small of her back. She was very reluctant to leave the front yard for a while.

The two royals were walking down the long gravel pathway of the newly opened gardens of the palace. He had caught her mumbling to herself under her breath as if she were making mental notes in her head. He had to tell her to not worry about anything. He said that he knew something that would take her mind off things.

With great precaution, the prince had brought the princess to a small stone gazebo hidden beneath the trees. He turned his head to look over the small stretch of his shoulder, checking to make sure nobody was nearby.  He grasped onto the her, leading her towards the well-known hideout. He placed his hand on the small of her back, politely pushing her forward first.

The princess grabbed a handful of her skirt with both hands, lifting her skirt up so she could climb the steps. She did not hesitate to walk towards the stone wall of the gazebo. She found herself spinning around on the heels of her feet to face him, pressing her backside against the stone wall. 

The prince had been following behind her. He turned his head to search some of his surroundings one last time. He quickly joined her in the privacy of the stone gazebo. He walked right up to her, so that he could press his body against her's. The coast was clear. They were alone now. 

In an instant, their lips crashed together in synchronized harmony. He had carried his hand to rest below her ear, cupping her cheek with his large hand. His thumb was caressing her cheek in the most soothing manner. His other hand rested on her hip, holding her closer in his embrace. She ran her fingers over his forearms. She pulled him closer until there was no space left between them.

Their hearts were beating rapidly against their chests, threatening to break through the thin barrier. They could practically feel the blood and adrenaline pumping and coursing through their veins. They felt a rush of euphoric bliss envelop their beings, making their hearts sing with pure joy. Their hearts could barely contain the million different emotions surged through their bodies; desire, hunger love, lust. 

The prince's mouth was warm; the caress of his lips gentle yet firm. He found himself tilting his head to the side to deepen their connection. He pressed his pink tongue against the seam of her little lips, begging for entrance. His tongue delved into her mouth, exploring every single aspect without any hesitation. He moaned at her sweet taste.

The princess's lips were so soft and smooth. Her lips were moving against the prince's lips as if they were two perfectly fitted puzzle pieces. She stifled a surprised gasp as his soft lips captured hers again, causing her body to flush with heat. She could feel the heat traveling through her veins, warming her heart. 

The young woman was currently trapped between the stone wall and the strong prince. Though she didn't seem to mind. Her fingers were digging into the sleeve of the prince's coat, pulling him even closer to her. She refused to let him go. The obscene noises of one's saliva exchanging was streaming throughout the stone gazebo, bouncing off the hard walls. Their lips molded against each other’s perfectly. The kiss was so passionate.

In the end, the two human beings would need oxygen to survive. They had quite reluctantly pulled away from each other. They leaned forward  to rest their heads together. They panted heavily to regain their breath. They stared into each other’s eyes, feeling at a loss for words.

"Thomas," the princess gasped. She breathed steadily to herself. She was lost in his gaze. “We must get married soon. I cannot bear to go another day without being able to express my love for you to the entire world. I need you," the princess begged him.

"I agree," he said. He was smiling softly down at her. He nudged the tip of his nose against her’s. "But...I need to finish sorting out a few things first. I need to finalize my inheritance, prepare for my coronation, and begin to start learning how to rule a kingdom." 

There was a brief moment of silence between the two of them. She had found herself glancing between his eyes and lips, contemplating whether or not she should just kiss him right there and then. She opened her mouth to speak from her heart. 

"I wish...I were an ordinary woman,” the princess of the east confessed. She lifted her hand to weave her fingers through his long locks of hair. She hummed softly to herself. “That way, we wouldn’t have to worry about hosting garden parties or sorting out inheritances. It would just be you and me...forever and always,” the princess of the east concluded. 

“But you we not an ordinary woman," the prince shook his head at her. He had been so gentle to tuck a single strand of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.  He could feel her leaning her head into his embrace, holding onto his hand. "You are a princess,” the prince whispered to her. 

With some hesitation, he had taken her into his arms once again. His soft brown eyes were shimmering with the strong sense of hunger and desire. It would take all of his strength to be gentle with her. He let his lips touch her’s so lightly that he could hardly feel it. He pulled away in an instant. 

For a brief moment, the two royals just stood there staring at each other. Unable to resist any longer, he had stooped his head down to her height. Their mouths pressed together in a long passionate kiss. They had grown closer together until there was no visible gap between them. It was the kiss of a man who had waited years for the moment, and feared that it would never come again

His warm lips brushed against hers in the most delicate and delicious manner. He was forced to swallow the groan of pleasure that slipped past her sweet lips. She pressed her hand against his sculpted chest, memorizing the feeling of his firm hard muscle underneath her hand. She could feel his heart beating within his chest. She smiled against his lips. 

When the time came, the guests had begun to arrive for the garden party. The lords and ladies were wearing some of the finest silks for the joyous occasion. The princess of the east was currently standing at the front of the tent, greeting the guests with a bright smile on her face. Her dear prince was standing right beside her. 

The dukes and duchesses would bow or curtsey to the royals. They had also gone to great lengths to offer their congratulations to the young couple on their new courtship. They were so proud of the royal family at this moment. 

The young children were running amongst the crowds of adult in the tent. The sound of children’s laughter could be heard throughout the courtyard. They were playing with each other. They must have been on a sugar high from all the sweets and treats.

The earls and dukes were currently playing a game of croquet in the front yard. They would use the long wooden mallets to strike the colorful balls into the metal hoops stuck in the ground. There was a servant on the sidelines who was keeping track of the score. 

The marchionesses and baronesses would be found chatting amongst themselves about the latest topics and trends. The ladies could be easily found hiding underneath the tent in the cool shade. They just loved to indulge in the foods and drinks that were being served at the garden party. They were also very keen to point out how the prince was fretting and fawning over the princess. 

At one point, Prince Thomas had draped a white lace shawl over Princess Y/N’s shoulders to provide some warmth and comfort. She had turned her head to look over the small stretch of her shoulder, sending him the kindest smile. She could feel his strong hands resting on the tops of her shoulders, which only brought her even more comfort. 

During one of the conversations, Thomas had wanted to dismiss himself for a brief moment. He tilted his head to the side so that he could press one small kiss to her cheek. She had just barely leaned into him. She had already begun to miss his touch once he had left her side. She wanted him back right away. 

The young prince had told the servants to prepare a small picnic underneath one of the shady trees. They would lay out this nice cream colored blanket on the soft blades of grass. The servants would also bring some refreshments for the royals.

Within a few short moments, Prince Thomas would return to his princess’s side. He had actually dragged her away from this boring conversation with an older duchess. He was quick to dismiss themselves from the duchess’s presence. 

He had guided her towards the small scenery hidden underneath the shady trees in the short distance. He held out his hand to show her the display with a proud smile on his face. She did not hesitate to smile back at him. She picked up the skirt of her dress, stepping onto the soft blanket. She lowered herself into a proper sitting position for a princess with her legs bent to the sides. She noticed that he had joined her side on the blanket. 

Slowly, Prince Thomas had poured two glasses of champagne for themselves. He had handed her the glass of bubbly golden champagne, holding his own in the other hand. He proposed a small toast to the success of her first garden party, which would only result in a small giggle from her. He clicked his champagne glass against hers in a gentle notion. He took one long sip of the gold liquid.

During this time, the princess of the east had found herself observing the garden party from a distance. She could see the two young princes talking amongst the ladies. She also saw her father speaking with the prime minister. She almost couldn’t believe that she was able to put this whole thing together. It was just perfect.

Beside her, the prince of the north was laying on his right side. He had propped himself up with his forearm. He was currently watching the game of croquet in the distance. He had a handful of green grapes in his hand, popping them into his mouth on occasion.

Slowly, the princess had turned her head to look down at the prince sitting beside her. She could see that his body was facing her, but his line of focus was directed to the game. She lay her hand to rest on top of his own. 

Without hesitation, Thomas had turned his head to direct his attention back towards her. He was so taken back by her beauty. He was awestruck by the way her long locks of hair tumbled over her shoulders and the way her creamy skin was glowing in the afternoon sunlight. He was looking directly at her with such love and adoration in his eyes.

She had worn a soft cream dress for the garden party. She had these pretty little gloves with lace around her wrists. She was holding her white lace parasol in her hands, which had provided her some shade. She very easily could be mistaken for an angel from the heavens. 

“What are you staring at?” she wondered. She was looking down at him with a slight tilt of the head. Her soft and kind eyes were sparking with curiosity. She quirked an eyebrow at him.

“You,” he confessed. He had been pulled away from his thoughts about her. He was quick to reach over to grab the white china bowl of small chocolate (dipped) strawberries. “Here. Try this,” he said.

The young prince pinched one of the small strawberries between his fingers, carrying it towards her light pink lips. She did not hesitate to wrap her lips around the strawberry, digging her teeth into the sweet and juicy fruit. She closed her eyes in pleasure, moaning at the wild taste in her mouth. 

Very gently, Thomas pulled the green stem of the strawberry away from her mouth. He could clear see a small smudge of chocolate lingering at the corner of her lips. She had grabbed one of the cloth napkins to clean the chocolate. She lifted the napkin towards her mouth, but she was quickly stopped in her tracks.

In that moment, he had taken hold of her wrist to halt her movements. He pulled her hand away from her face, keeping a steady hand on her. He forced himself into a sitting position on the picnic blanket. He slowly leaned forward until he was only centimeters away from her face. He pressed his lips against the corner of her mouth in a simple kiss. 

His tongue had slipped out of his mouth to collect the smudge of chocolate, drawing it back into his mouth. He turned his head to kiss her properly on the lips. He did not hesitate to swallow her moans of absolute pleasure. His insistent mouth had begun to part her trembling lips, sending wild tremors throughout her nerves. He would never forget the taste of her lips in that exact moment. She tasted like chocolate. 

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The Prince (Tom Holland Royal AU Part 10)

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? LAST PART BBYS

Word count: 1479

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The sun glistened against the pale glass of the window. The rolling green hills passing by for what felt like a lifetime. The gentle vibration of the engine that powered the car could be felt in your feet that rested on the floor.

 “Y/N,” the soft voice of your mother caused you to look away from the grass bathing in the sunlight outside and towards her. She tentatively smiled and reached a hand onto your knee. Your rose-filled eyes looked towards hers. A peaceful smile was rested on your lips. She returned a smile back at you as she slightly pinched your leg in a comforting way. You looked from her to your father who was sat across from both of you.

His head was hiding in his shoulders, hesitant to look up. A sad smile replaced yours. You always loved to look in your fathers eyes. They were large blue pools of hope. He was always happy, always curious and his eyes always proved that. As a child you would always climb up into his lap and stare into his pupils. Trying to find your own reflection in the shiny black dots. However today, his eyes seemed dull, quiet, reserved. There was nothing there that you recognised. 

He gently cleared his throat, regaining your focus on the now. “Y/n,” he paused, “I’m very proud of you in everything you’ve done,” He spoke slowly, giving every word its complete purpose. “i’m sorry I couldn’t be here for you during this difficult time, for all of us.” You nodded your head in understanding. This was hard for him too. He had to give up his only daughter knowing it wasn’t something that you willingly wanted to do. He sacrificed your happiness. That’s not an easy decision for a loving parent to make.

You reached over to grab his hand. You squeezed it gently as his fingers fell next to yours. You said nothing, just looked into his eyes. Spotting your reflection in his, a smile rested back on your lips. It’s okay you thought. This is all okay now. 

The engine of the car began to slow down as crowds of people formed outside the windows. You inhaled a sharp breathe as your stomach twitched in nervousness. “Here we go,” you whispered as you closed your eyes and felt the engine stop completely. This is is. No running away now. 

-

A quiet murmur of people chatting filled the church. You were anxiously waiting near the entryway. Family, friends and special guests had all taken their seats and were waiting for you. All these people were going to be watching you. Your hands felt clammy, your feet felt sore, your brain felt frazzled while your heart rate increased. Your eyes couldn’t focus on anything as your brain raced through a series of thoughts. This isn’t going to work. Everyone is going to know that it's fake. I’m a fake. This is all going to fail. Tom’s going to hate me. And on and on they went. Your thoughts filling your mind, suffocating. 

“Hi,” A small voice broke into your mind. A tiny hand fought its way into yours. You looked down confused. One of the flower girls had managed their way to stand right beside you, possibly standing on your train, but that doesn’t matter right now. Her tiny hand squeezed yours as she beamed up at you. Your face relaxed at her innocence. She was so happy, not a care in the world. “You look so pretty, I’m so excited for you!” 

“Really? I’m honestly ready to put my pjs on,” You let your breath go in a weightless motion. She giggled at your honest reply. “Me too,” She matched your energy. The gentle strum of a violin began to fill your ears. A melody started on a piano as the orchestra picked up. You moved to stand at the end of the walkway. Breathe in. The little girl rushed back to her spot, somewhat tripping on your long dress. Breathe out. 

Hundreds of people rose in their chairs. That’s your cue. Stepping forward you looked straight ahead. People turned to look at you, you focused only on what was ahead. Standing, what felt like was so far out of reach, stood The Celebrant, Tom, his family and yours. The closer you got the more you could see. Your family had turned to face you, cheerful smiles as they watched you near. Tom and his family remained facing away from you. They were a family that upheld all royalty rules. They were. 

With about 20 steps until you reached him, Tom turned around to face you. 

His naturally curly hair had been styled backwards to show off his face. His boyish freckles danced across his cheeks. His muscular frame was still somehow noticeable in his all black suit. His brown eyes crinkled as a smile spread across his face. You tried to hide the blushing giggle that formed. A sweet smile couldn’t help but creep onto your face. You stopped focusing on your steps, stopped focusing on all the people looking at you, stopped focusing on this heavy and tight dress. It didn’t matter. Tom was being Tom. He broke the fucking rules. 

His stupid, gorgeous smile made everything else disappear. Tom was all you cared about, all that mattered.

-

“Good afternoon friends, family, guests and the beautiful people of Holland,” The royal official spoke. After the ceremony there is always a formal announcement to the city, welcoming the new royal couple. A mere 10 minutes after saying ‘I do’ you’re on top of a balcony saying ‘hello, I’ll be your queen one day,’ to thousands of people who have very very high expectations of you. Talk about romantic. 

You and Tom were stood directly behind the glass doors, a sliver of material blocking you from the crowds. Tom stood as close as he physically could to you. His hand was tightly gripped in yours, his shoulders nudged right against yours. He quickly but silently shuffled in his spot. You giggled at his closeness, was he nervous? His hand pulled away from yours as it reached up to his chin. “Can you…?” Tom whispered shyly.

You scoffed at the coincidence, “Really?” “What?” Tom blurted out not connecting the dots to your previous encounter that was all too similar for you. “Do you need help with your tie?” You asked mockingly. “Yes,” He whispered back embarrassed. You giggled at his cute boyish nature reaching up to help him with the expensive fabric wrapped around his neck. “You would be helpless without me,” You teased. “Why do you think I married you darling?” Tom smirked down at you. His hands reached yours as you finished. Your eyes looked up to his confused by his action. “Hey,” He whispered. “Hi,” you replied matching his demeanor, looking up into his eyes. Tom went to speak but paused, his eyes darting towards the door. You watched his eyes move frantically back towards yours. “Hey,” He repeated nervously. 

“I would like to welcome you all, Prince Tom Holland and Princess “Y/n Holland,” The voice of the royal official could barely be heard of the intense atmosphere you and Tom had created around yourselves. You were both in a bubble, looking into each others eyes, not knowing who’s going to move first. 

“I think I love you Y/N,” Tom continued ignoring the rustling of people beside you. The doors were quickly opened revealing you to the world. The sunlight shone on both of you, lighting up the view for the crowds. Cheers began to erupt in the crowd as the townspeople got there first glimpse of the royal couple. You were ushered to walk forward and address the people. Smile and wave and act all proper in love, that was your instructions. But you and Tom didn’t do anything. You both stood there lost in each others eyes. His words rung over and over in your head. 

Your lips edged upwards in the faintest of smiles. Toms eyes fell from yours to your lips, noticing your small movement. That was all he needed. His warm hand reached up to behind your neck, balancing the weight of your head. His honey-like lips reached yours in a tender and wholesome kiss. His lips meeting yours, feeling at home. 

A loud cheer broke out in the crowd. You pulled away from Tom, smiling heavenly. You blushed at your public display. Tom noticed your slight embarrassment and giggled while stepping forward to block you from the crowds. He turned and faced you, only you. “Now let me tell everyone else I love you,” You beamed at his words, stepping forward to place your hand in his. “Hey Tom,” you whispered. “Yeah?” Tom leaned down slightly to hear your whisper. “I think I love you too.”

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Author’s note: I wanted to say a massive thank you to anyone who took the time to read, like or comment on any part of this fic. I never expected for it to receive the amount of appreciation that it did. I am truely so thankful for all of you guys, thank you for being so patient with me. I hope you enjoyed this while it lasted and I may or may not be working on something else already shh. 

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Hope// Tom Holland Royalty AU

Hey, this is a short little Drabble but if you want me to add more parts or turn it into a series please let me know!!

Warnings: None :)

You were lying down with your head in his lap. You were both in the grand foyer reading with the company of the fireplace. Your palace was big and old so even in early fall, a fire was a must. Occasionally, you would look up at your prince. Tom. At first when your father told that your kingdom was uniting with Tom’s for marriage, you were skeptical to say the least. A new prince coming to your home and the only point of it was to get you two to fall in love was definitely something you would never see happening in your lifetime. But here he was. You vowed to yourself that you would not fall in love with him. Yet here you were. You were hopelessly in love with him. You were obeying your parents rules, for the first time in your whole life. You look up at Tom and smile. He smiles back and giggles. 

“What is it?” you ask him.

“You’re just perfect” he replied. 

“Far from it but you make up for the perfectness in our relationship.” 

Tom just smiles and kisses your head. You were so happy that you forgot that your handmaid, Della, was standing right there. 

“Princess Y/N, the king requests your presence in his office” Della said ever so quietly.

“Thank you.” You say to her.

“Duty calls, my prince” you turn to Tom and say that.

“I will wait for you.” he replies.

You turn around and skip off to go find your father. You’re wearing a blue and white dress that reminds you of something from The Little Mermaid. After 2 flights of stairs, you finally find the big doors that lead to the king’s office. The guards moved out of the way and opened the doors for you. Your father was on the phone and immediately hung up. 

“Please sit, Y/N”

“Why did you ask me to come?”

“We need to discuss your wedding to Prince Tom of the Holland family.” 

“Are we moving it sooner? I think we’d both like that” you said while blushing a little bit.

“No, we’re not having it all.”

“What? You can’t do this.”

“I did, Y/N.”

“Father, We’re in love. You asked me to fall in love with him and I did.” You yelled with tears streaming down your eyes. 

“And I’m glad you obeyed orders, I really am; but engagements can come and go, Y/N, you should know that.”

“I can’t believe this. I am to rule this country. I will only rule with him.”

“Then you’re not ruling at all.” he got up and walked away.

You got up and ran down the stairs with tears spilling down your face. People tried to stop you to see if you were okay. You just kept running until you saw Tom. Once you saw his face, all of the memories you’ve had with each other just hit you in the face. The gala where you shared your first kiss, the beach trip where he said he loved you, and the ball where he officially asked you be to his queen. 

“Y/N, whats wrong?”

You couldn’t even talk to him as you just kept crying. He tried to hug you but you pushed him away. You couldn’t find comfort in him, he was leaving in at most 4 days. You saw as his brown curls fall onto to his forehead and you knew you had to leave. You whipped your head around and ran to your room and locked the door. You cried into your bed and ran out to your balcony, which over looked the ocean. You breathed in the fresh air and slid onto the floor as your tears got the best of you. 

“This can’t be it right?” You asked your self as you contemplated on throwing you crown out the window. 

“You love each other, Y/N. Its more powerful than anything.” You said to yourself.

You got up and got into your bed. You cried yourself to sleep, dreaming about you and Tom. What if you were both commoners? You both could love each other freely. You hoped that your father had changed his mind by the time you wake up. All you have is hope.