Summary → In this Princess Diana retelling, you are working in a nursery school as an aid in London, as well as a part time nanny. With slight aristocratic ties, you choose to live a more normal and mundane life. When the Prince of Wales comes to know you and bring you into the spotlight, everything changes. Truths coming too late, lies straining your relationship, and the impending future of the country falling on your shoulders. Is this really the stuff of which fairytales are made?
AN → Ah so not so long of a wait but here’s another part, 1987 is upon Glamorous!! This was honestly probably one of the saddest chapters I’ve written for this story. Feedback is heavily heavily appreciated and let’s me know you guys want me to continue.
Pairing(s)→ Prince!Tom x Princess!Reader
Warnings → Strong language, Mentions of Sex, Infidelity, Depression, Mental Health Issues
Word Count → 2.6k
July, 1986 - I have loved you for many years
The gala was booming, those of the highest status perusing about happily.
Tom was off speaking to someone, leaving you to walk around the beautiful space. The interior was almost all gold, chandeliers hanging from every high ceiling. After so long, you thought you’d be used to such extravagance, but it never ceased to amaze you.
“Enjoying yourself, Princess?” A voice sounded behind you.
“Hm?” You turned, seeing a young man dressed in a black suit, speaking in a monotone voice you replied to him. “Oh, yes. I’m having great fun.”
He laughed loudly, it was nearly infectious. This man had one of those laughs that came from the belly, mouth wide open, cheeks flushed with color. This made you grin just a bit, holding a glass of champagne in your hand and looking over the crowd.
“Could I—”
“Excuse me, I’d like to cut in and steal my wife for a dance,” Tom’s voice sounded suddenly.
The man looked disappointed, his smile dropping. However, he didn’t protest. Tom took your hand gallantly, leading you to the floor when the soft music began to play as the orchestra began. Your gown was white with black floral decals, swooping at your ankles. Tom has always been an amazing dancer, it was infuriating to you.
“You look gorgeous,” he whispered into your ear.
“You’re already drunk,” you chuckled, annoyed.
“Not at all, just admiring how beautiful you are. It’s not fair, truly—how every single man in this room wishes to have you.”
“I’m no item to be had.”
His breath smelled of liquor, yet you had to remain smiling and happy for the photographers in the audience. Tom’s grasp on your waist tightened, the look in his eyes unreadable. If he hadn’t been so charming, you’d have slapped him in the face.
“Kiss me,” he murmured. “They’ll love it, kiss me, darling.”
“You’re an ass, you know that,” you whispered back to him.
In a moment of weakness, craving his approval or validation, you leaned into his arms and pressed a passionate, but classy kiss on his soft lips. Those watching did in fact love it, and those dancing around you loved to see the Wales’ happy and smiling as well. Tabloids had been merciless lately, putting your marriage on the front page of every magazine, headlining every fight that may or may not have happened.
Tom smiled as the kiss ended, but leaned back in once more for another chaste peck. You couldn’t help but to flush easily, somewhat pleased with his rare affection.
-
Both you and Tom sat aimlessly on the floor of the hotel suite, drunk and exhausted. His face was flushed, his cheeks scarlet. There was a staleness to the air, a buzzing in your ears, and nothing but the soft hum of the telly in the background. The gala had ended very late, leaving you both to stumble upstairs.
“Why me?” You began. “Why did you have to marry me?”
He finally looked at you, but said nothing. His eyes were glassy, lips swollen and pink. He was expressionless. It was a fair question, one you were eager to know the answer to, even if it killed you.
“Mother and father were relentless, I was indecisive. I knew I needed to get on with it. It was just—you were perfect. Everything a man could want, it was an easy choice.”
“But not what you wanted?” You breathed out unsurprised. “I was of the right blood, bred for it. A virgin too, I suppose. I was easy, something you needed to get on with. Though, not what you wanted?”
He took a long and swift sip of the open wine bottle beside him, pressing it to his lips hard. His knuckles went white from how hard he grasped the neck of the glass. Once he finally looked at you, it was clear as day what he would say.
“No, Y/N. Not what I wanted. I wanted to want it, I truly did.”
There was a stale silence to the room, white noise filling the awkward space. Tom would drink himself to madness, you thought. Everyone coped differently, perhaps.
“But I mean, Y/N—it’s not like you are living some miserable life, I mean look at you,” he chuckled. “Every man in the world dreams of having you, every woman wants to be you. To the entire world, you are perceived to have some fairytale love story, and you’re quite literally a princess.”
Why did everyone throw this in your face?
It wasn’t real, none of it was real. If it was, you would not be living the predicament you were. There is no Y/N Y/L/N anymore. She was gone, long gone the second she entered this marriage of absolute travesty.
Tom seemed to notice how his comment was not funny to you, easing up and little bit and beginning to say he didn’t mean it as a jab. Only then did you stand, breathing in deeply and calmly staring at him.
“Every single man in the world could want me, Thomas. It wouldn’t matter, but thank you for telling me how grateful I should be!”
“Y/N, I didn’t mean for you to—”
“Our relationship has fucking destroyed me! And believe me, I know that marrying a better man would’ve been easier, I know that it would’ve worked better! However, to everyone’s regret, to my own regret, my own frustration and pain—the only person I have ever loved is you.”
Tom stilled, his eyes fixated on the floor. There was intensity between you two, a sort of electricity that made you feel like it’d physically pain you to reach out and touch him. He hoisted himself up off the floor, you figured that this would end how every other argument between the two of you does.
Hot tears streamed down your face, you tried wiping them away furiously. Every fiber of your being was begging him to say something, anything. The way he was looking at you made you want to drop to your knees and beg him to want you. His silence was telling, though. You started for the door, suddenly self conscious of your sleep shorts and extremely oversized Queen T-Shirt that Freddie Mercury had gifted you himself as a gag joke at your last birthday party.
“Wait,” Tom choked out. “Stay, just—just stay, please?”
Turning to look at him, he walked the few steps to get to you and immediately wrapped you into his embrace. Hugging was most certainly a rarity from him, at least to you. He buried his head in your neck, and you stood stiff for a moment, unsure of what to do. His grip tightened around you like a child missing his mother.
“I wish I could love you in the way you deserve,” he mumbled into your hair. “I wish I could, I don’t know why I can’t.”
There was a crack in his voice, your arms reaching around him finally. There was an ache in your heart, you felt like a weary shell of a woman. Tom’s staggered breathing only made you want to break down farther into tears.
“Stay with me? Please, just stay with me for one night?” He looked you in the eyes pleadingly.
“Tom, you’re sloshed,” you sniffled out.
“Please?”
There it was. The thing that got you into this mess in the first place. Tom had something over you that made it almost impossible to say no, or see reason. He led you to the bed, both of you already dressed down. Then he sat down onto it and you did the same.
Laying together was not sensual in any way, you weren’t touching, only lying beside one another. Tom had turned off all of the lights, the room nearly consumed with darkness. He reached to touch your hand, but you pulled it back.
“This relationship has fucking destroyed me,” you repeated in a small, but clear voice.
“I know.”
-
January, 1987 - I know, you know, he knows
Something had possessed you to go and visit Sam in a spout of loneliness, only to find that he was not home once you arrived on his estate. Elizabeth, however, was in. She was so pretty, her smile was contagious. In the years you’d been able to know her, she had become a friend to you. Never close, though. She’d always been a bit reserved when it came to you.
Her pregnant belly was swollen with life when she invited you in for tea. The large inside was still decorated for Christmas, this made you smile. Elizabeth and Sam seemed like two very festive people. Her sitting room was dressed in colorful garland, the Christmas tree shedding pines still.
“Thank you,” you said as she motioned for you to take your cup. “I’m sorry to come by unannounced, I was sure Sam would’ve been in.”
“He’s been out a lot lately, engagements and such,” she smiled. “How is Tom? And the boys?”
“They’re grand, five and three now. Henry’s getting so big,” you gushed. “You’ll see, soon enough with this little one coming.”
Elizabeth talked for a few more minutes, asking about your life and more about the children. She was very careful around the topic of your marriage, seeing as every magazine in the world seemed to be talking about its downfall.
“Y/N, I have a question that I’ve wanted to ask you for quite some time and I hope you will excuse my bluntness, but know I won’t think any less of you regardless,” said Elizabeth.
“Go on.”
“Do you love Sam?”
This question was a shock to you, but it made sense why she was asking. Since your marriage had taken a turn for the worse, Sam had been a shoulder to lean on, and a friend. Elizabeth was only human to assume you meant more. Everyone in the family knows that your husband remains unfaithful to you, she probably assumed you wished to drive Sam to do the same.
“Lizzy, Sam is my brother. I love him like I love my own brother. If my friendship with him bothers you, please tell me and I will not continue to overstep any—”
“He loves you, Y/N,” she said aloud. “I know he loves you, he knows he loves you. I know he will never leave me, but I know when I’m looking into the eyes of the man I love and he’s seeing someone else.”
Elizabeth was not crying, not as you would’ve been in her position. She was calm, sipping her tea and waiting for you to respond. It was obvious that she’s been hoping to have this conversation for some time, even if it felt like an ambush.
When Sam had professed his love to you all those years ago, you vowed to never tell his secret. This was so long ago, though. He was a fully grown man now, with a wife and child on the way.
“Sam will never be unfaithful to you, Elizabeth, he cares too much for his family. I can assure you that I have never entertained anything more the familial and platonic friendship. I know what it’s like to be betrayed, and I know what it’s like to feel that way.”
“Y/N, I will only ask you this once and you have every right to say no, but would you please give Sam some space away from you? For mine and our child’s sake,” her voice was almost desperate. “I just can’t let my marriage turn into yours and—”
She stopped herself almost immediately.
“Mine and Tom’s,” you breathed, setting down your cup and standing up. “I see. Elizabeth it was nice of you to invite me in, but I must get back. Give Sam my best when he arrives home.”
“Y/N—”
“No!” You said as she tried to grab onto your shoulder. “I’m sorry, just—I am going to see myself out.”
The tears began as you reached your car, cursing yourself for crying over such bullshit. There was a part of you that wished to just never wake up, a part of you that hated the life you were living.
The only thing that brought you joy anymore was Henry and James, they were your only source of true happiness and love. Everyone else, even your husband, resents you terribly. After seeing Elizabeth, you felt like you were now losing your best friend. You simply couldn’t go against her wishes, however rude she was at the end of your visit. You would not be the downfall of your brother-in-law’s marriage.
The tears seemed to cloud your vision so badly it felt impossible to drive, pulling over you put the car in park and just sat for a moment.
“Fuck!” You shouted into the steering wheel, the only lone car on a winding empty road.
-
April, 1987 - Be a man
“You’ve been ‘round to check up on Y/N, yeah?” Paddy asked Tom, sounding casual with a twinge of seriousness.
“I’m heading over after I leave here, it’s been awhile, but yeah, I’d say. Why?”
They were walking around Paddy’s property, the hunting dogs trailing behind them in submission. Tom tried to visit his brothers more as of late, feeling them all getting older.
“I’ve heard things,” Paddy confessed. “About her, Y/N, I mean. That she’s doing things to herself, she’s always isolating herself and such.”
Tom grimaced, the family truly couldn’t mind their own business. However, Y/N’s problems had started to become more mainstream within the papers. He felt horrible, obviously, no doubt about that. This was just something he had no clue how to deal with, and Eleanor made him feel like he shouldn’t be worrying about her. Truthfully, he didn’t know how to feel.
“Tom, I don’t want to get involved in this mess of a marriage, but it is a marriage. She’s your wife, and she loves you. Clearly she’s got mental health problems, being in this family has seriously fucked her up.”
“She married into this family, she knew what she was getting into,” Tom tried to counter.
“She was just a kid,” Paddy snapped. “You know that. She was hardly older than me.”
“She was an adult!”
“I’m twenty four and you still call me ‘buddy’ and ‘kid’, for fucks sake! It’s been seven years, Tom. Own it. We all know mistakes were made when she was brought into this family. Why can’t you just fucking admit it? Mum does, father does!”
Tom ceased walking and looked at Paddy with irritation, shoving him back a little harder than a playful brotherly shove. Paddy pushed him back, followed by another shove by Tom. It only took one more good, hard press by Paddy that had Tom on his ass.
“Look, you’re my brother and I love you. But God! What the fuck is the matter with you? Go be a fucking man, Tom! You’re thirty years old, be with your wife and kids, Tom. It’s pathetic!”
With that, he trekked off towards the large estate, leaving Tom behind.
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❧ prompt: you and tom grew up together but always as enemies — nothing more, nothing less. as you grow older, you must realize it’s time to be mature. you either must throw tom out of your life or take him in as an ally. which will you choose?
❧ pairing: prince!tom holland x princess!reader
❧ genre: angst, e2l
❧ warnings: light swearing, hints of infidelity, hints of a toxic relationship
❧ a/n: this was half-assed because i didn’t have the will to write this lmao but i feel bad for not posting anything over my break, so... there’s gonna be a second part to this because, like i said, i had no will to write these past few days. happy new years, merry belated christmas/happy belated hanukkah
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Stepping into the ballroom, you are met with hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at you.
You are clad in an elegant gown of ivory fabrics and sewn-on golden delicacies. Your feet are already stinging in pain from the uncomfortable stilettos you wore. Your hair is pulled back into a braided half-up styles, gentle waves accenting your beautiful face.
The music abruptly begins, and everybody’s eyes have avert back to converse with the others in the room. Only does one pair of eyes not leave your figure as you glide down the grand staircase.
You can hear your heart pounding loudly in your chest, a bundle of nerves stir in your stomach.
Usually, you avoided attending these crowded occasions because whenever you did, you’d get weird stares from the other princesses.
As you curtsey politely to passing royals, a familiar figure catches your gaze. Closing your eyes into an elongated blink, you open your eyes once again to ensure that your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you. When the image stays the same, it’s all the confirmation you need.
Your longtime arch-nemesis was standing beside a large, marble pillar, smirking at you.
For a moment, you feel a sudden rush of relief at the familiar face, but dread overtakes you, once again, as you realize that you have to spend the night with the infuriating man.
From behind you, a hand rests on the small of your back, and a voice fills your ear, “Good evening, darling.”
You stiffen at the familiar voice. Forcing yourself to face the man beside you, you plaster a fake smile on your face.
“Vincent,” you inwardly cringe at the taste of his name coming off your lips, “I didn’t know you’d be attending tonight.’
“I could say the same for you. You never were one to attend these events,” he eyes you strangely, “Unless you were lying to me?”
Your eyes widen at the accusation, and you scoff, “I don’t lie about foolish verity, unlike some.” Your voice comes out bitter, features mirroring your tone.
“I don’t understand what you're trying to imply, my darling,” a wicked grin grows on Vincent’s face.
You roll your eyes, fists clenching at your sides. You laugh spitefully, desperately trying to prevent yourself from knocking that grin off his face.
“You-” you are cut off by an accented voice.
“Excuse me, who are you?” The voice says.
“Vincent Callon, Prince of Averna,” Vincent bows before raising a suspicious brow at the man, “You are?”
“Tom. Tom Holland of,” the brunette pauses for a moment, “it doesn’t concern you.”
“How disrespectful,” Vincent snarls at Tom’s remark.
“I could say the same about you. What kind of man promises a woman all of his love and loyalty to crush it within less than 24 hours?” Tom snaps, slyly.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” Vincent growls through clenched teeth.
“Do I? Or is it you?”
The tension was uncanny to any other being in the room. You, being the reason of which, decide to speak up and end their quarrel.
“Well, it was,” you gulp, “nice to see you again, Vincent, but we must be going. There is much to do, tonight, especially since I don’t often appear at such events.”
Not letting him reply, you grab Tom by the hand and drag him along with you, ignoring the burning sensation of his hand in your small, in comparison, hand. You pull him through the crowd of people, barely acknowledging the glares you received from envious princesses.
When the pair of you are in an isolated space, you snarl, “What was that?”
“What was what?” He asks, blatantly.
“Don’t do this with me right now. I’m already as mad as it is,” you sigh, hand reaching to massage your temples.
“You seemed uncomfortable,” he shrugged, uselessly.
Scoffing, you reply, “As if you care.” Looking him right in the eyes, albeit making your fierceness falter, you ask him with entirely seriousness in your voice, “Why’d you help me? What do you think you’ll achieve from it?”
Furious, he snaps, “I don’t think I’ll achieve shit from helping you! Why are you assuming the worst of me? I don’t want to keep this petty relationship between us! I’ve known you since you were just a newborn. How long are you going to hate me?”
Shocked at his sudden outburst, you stutter, “T-Tom, I... I don’t know what to say,” he throws you an unimpressed look, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know my behavior offended you. I just thought-”
“Thought that I hated you?”
You shamefully nodded.
“Great to know you think highly of me,” he rolls his eyes, walking past you in fury, hurt, and humiliation.
“Tom,” you call out, turning to face the direction he walked away in.
You thought that if Tom ignored you and let you be, you would be happier and complete, but now that he’s walked out of your life, you can’t help but feel guilty and ashamed of yourself.
A/N- This probably sucks and I am so sorry you have to read this. But here is my second and last submission for @hollandsrecs fic bingo, royal au troupe. I haven’t done any research on royal family and rules, so many of the things I have written might be incorrect but this purely fictional at the same time. So enjoy. Please leave feed back. 😊😊
Word Count- 5k
After having four sons Queen Nicola believed that she would never have the pleasure of being mother of a daughter. It’s not like she didn’t like her sons but having a daughter is somewhat different. Having a daughter meant having someone to talk to, she wanted someone to have tea parties with.
Someone to gossip with and someone whom she can help to get ready for the big functions that happen in the palace. Queen Nicola loved to dress her sons but the thing is that it is absolutely different than dressing a girl.
The queen heard her youngest son cry but as soon as she got up, his crying stopped. She practically ran to his crib to inspect why he stopped crying but was shocked at the scene before her. There stood a girl, maybe around twins’ age was cradling the baby gently.
Nicola was surprised that a child as young as her can hold the baby so properly. The little girl supported little Patrick’s head with her one tiny arm and supported his whole body with her other one and the most fascinating thing was that she calmed Patrick.
The queen slowly walked towards the girl. “Who are you, angel?” The girl snapped her head in the direction of the voice. “I-I am..” the girl was clearly afraid of the queen. The queen took baby Patrick from the girl. The girl immediately ran away from the queen and into a maid.
“Y/N! How many times do I have to tell you not to run away from me.” the maid scolded her. “So, you are Y/N.” The Queen's voice was as kind as ever. “Oh, I am so sorry my queen. Had my daughter bothered you. She just wouldn’t stay at one place. I will take her away now.” The maid said.
“No, she didn't bother me; she actually helped me. She can play with Paddy while you are working.” Nicola smiled at the small girl. The maid didn’t say anything else and left her daughter with the queen.
“Hi angel.” she asked little Y/N. “Did you come here because Paddy was crying?” Y/n mumbled a small no. “Then why were you here?” The queen was confused now. “I was hungry and was looking for my mother. But then I found him crying” Small children, always telling the truth and are pure at heart.
*
This is where it all started. You grew close to Prince Patrick, as if you were his older sister. However, the twins did not like you because you were the only person he wanted to play with. And prince Thomas, he didn't even spare you a glance. He always belittled you, he made sure that you knew your place.
You didn’t know why? You were always kind to him, you did whatever chore he had for you to be done. You did everything perfectly, never wanting to disappoint him. But he was always cold shoulder towards you.
You grown up with the princes but the twins never bother to acknowledge your presence, Tom was always unsatisfied with you but Patrick or Paddy (as you have learned to call him, after he was the only friend you ever had) was, is, and always will be proud of everything you did, he always encouraged you in your every decision. He was more like his mother.
You learned everything about the duties of a princess and the duties of a queen for the kingdom. The queen taught you everything a princess or a queen should do in any kind of situation. She even taught you how to talk, sit, and eat like a lady. As if she was making you ready for the future.
“Why do you teach me these things my queen?” you asked her out of nowhere. She only smiled at you. “Because you are coming at the age where you are ready to be wed off. And as I am very fond of you I don’t want you to go very far. So, I thought that maybe I could arrange for you to marry some young boy from court. What do you think about Harrison?” she asked with a playful smile on her face.
“Nooooo. I think of him as my brother.” you made weird faces at the queen, whom now you have grown to think of as mother. “Oh really? Then there must be some boy you like?” you blushed at her question. “There is no one.” you told her. Queen Nicola smiled to herself. Perhaps this is fate; she thought.
*
“Prince Thomas is turning eighteen tomorrow.” your mother shrieked. “Yes mother I know, there is nothing to get excited about.” you said with annoyance in your voice. “ “You don't understand my child. He is turning eighteen, which means that he will get married soon. I just want to know who will be our next queen? ”
“Well Prince Thomas has grown into a handsome young man. And Y/N do you know how many princesses and I am definitely sure they are here for either his beauty or the treasure the royal family possesses.” you finally glanced at her direction. Both you and your mother were given kitchen duty.
“I feel bad for him.” your mother continued. “Well the way he behaves, it serves him right to be unloved by them.” You tell your mother. “Don’t say this y/n, he is our prince-” she was cut off by another maid, who said that you and your mother are summoned by the King and Queen in the queen's chamber.
“I just wish that nobody heard what you said about the prince.” your mother said with both anger and worry in her voice. “Oh please stop thinking negatively, mother.” As both of you practically sprinted towards the Queen’s chamber.
You knocked on the door, you and your mother made yourselves look presentable while both of you waited for the answer. “Come in.” came the king’s voice. You were always afraid of the king, afraid of the power he holded.
You slowly entered and were greeted with Prince Sam giving a kind smile, which was identical to the one the queen was giving you now. Paddy was excitedly bouncing on his feet. King Dominic and Prince Thomas and Prince Harry wore neutral expressions.
“You called us, your highness?” your mother asked the king, stepping in front and bowing to the whole family . “Yes, I did. I wanted to talk to your daughter.” he let out a deep sigh and stepped forward.
”Y/n, your family has served the royal family for many years and were always loyal. Each and Every member of your family has served us without causing any trouble. But you, Y/n, have a special place in our family. My wife and your queen had grown a lot fond of you and now she doesn’t want you to go anywhere. She…” The king was visibly angry.
You saw the queen's smile falter. “She wants you to marry either prince Thomas or prince Harry.” Dominic gritted his teeth. “It’s up to you to choose whom, you have tonight’s time to choose. And you will inform us before Thomas’ birthday celebration, so that we can announce it.”
With that the king left along with the three princes, leaving Prince Patrick and the queen behind.
“Y/n, you will be my sister finally.” Paddy ran towards you, wrapping you in a tight yet gentle hug.” you were still in shock, you were given only one night to decide whom you will spend your full life with.
“Y/n I thought that you would stay closer to me this way….” Nicola stood still for a fraction of a second, thinking how irrational her idea is. She thought that, how she let her emotions get the best of her andis destroying two lives by binding them into a loveless marriage.
“You can always say no to this marriage Y/N.” The Queen told you.
You slowly turned to your mother, freeing yourself from Paddy’s arms. And without any second thought you ran, not stopping when someone called you, going anywhere your feet took you.
Your feet finally gave up, right before your chamber. You were overwhelmed by the information you just got. You locked yourself not opening the door for anyone, everybody understood you need privacy right now, after all news travels fast in the palace.
You were woken up at midnight because of the continuous knocks on your chamber door. You got up and opened the door slightly to find who was your late night visitor. But the door was pushed open from the other side, revealing very anxious prince Harry.
“I am so sorry to come here at this time but there was no other way to talk to you without raising any suspicion.” He took a long breath. “Coming into my chamber at midnight will raise more suspicions than you can imagine Prince Harry.” you raised your eyebrows at him.
“I know, I know! I came here to talk to you.” he said, running his hands through his hair.
“Of course.”
“Can you please hold the sarcastic comments.” He pleaded. “Okay.” and you kept quiet after that because Harry looked very stressed at the moment.
“I know you hate my older brother but can make this sacrifice by choosing him over me. Please Y/n, can you do that for me. I love someone else and I want to marry her. Please Y/n, we love each other a lot.” you thought Harry was not lying from the way he was crying and begging you.
“Please Y/N. Please!” “Can’t I just say that I don’t want to marry either you or your brother.” you said out of frustration. “No you can’t. Father had already told the minister to announce the wedding of the prince…”
“He didn’t say which prince. Why can’t he say that it is about prince Sam and lady Elysia’s wedding announcement? They are already engaged.” You reasoned. “No Y/n, this is not how things work. Elysia’s family will get offended that we decided the wedding with their consent. It is very risky, you will never understand it.”
“Of course, I will never understand because I am a maid. Right?” You were hurt now. How can he that you won’t understand? You have seen all kinds of drama these people do daily.
“Hey, I am sorry Y/n. I shouldn't have said that, but can you please choose Tom. Please.” you only nodded. “You should go, my prince. It is not right for you to visit your sister-in-law like this.” Harry smiled at your words.
“Thank you Y/N. Thank you so much. I owe you from now. And good night too” He happily left you alone. Alone with your misery.
*
You were woken up loud and continued knocking on your door again. This time it was your mother at the door. “Y/N open the door.” your mother shouted, you got up and opened the door quickly.
“Whaaa… “ before you can ask her anything your mother shoved a big, beautiful gown at your face. “The Queen has told me to make you wear this and get you ready for the day.” your mother shut the door behind her, ushering you to get ready.
“I will get something for you to eat and after getting ready, go to the Queen's chamber, she wants to talk to you.”
You were already tired for the day ahead of you.
You took a better look at the gown. It was an absolutely magnificent, blue satin dress and you knew it was not for some maid, it was for a princess.
You immediately got ready, keeping your hair down. You almost forgot how beautiful hair looked without any ties. But you didn't know how the gown looked on you. The small mirror in your chamber limits the view.
*
You grew more and more nervous as you reached the queen's chamber. You waited for a few minutes before asking her permission to enter.
You would have called yourself dramatic but the site in front would have made any girl swoon. Standing in front of you was the man you are supposed to marry. Prince Thomas was attired in a suit. It was of the same blue shade that of your gown.
His eyes were wide in shock, he looked at you up and down with a small smile on his face. The smile which faded as quickly as it came. You almost thought that you must have imagined it.
“Y/N you look absolutely stunning” the queen came striding towards you, engulfing you in a big hug. “You look so beautiful in this dress. But let me get you ready for today.” It was her dream that came true, Nicola now has a daughter, a daughter she can help to get ready.
“Do you want me to tie your hair?” she asked you, but before you could answer her Tom interrupted you. “No, let her hair down, she looks better this way.”
You raised your eyebrows at him while his mother just smiled at him, and Thomas he was a blushing mess. “I think I should go and father needs me.”
“Boys.” Nicola rolled her eyes at her son. And you just smiled.
*
Rest of your day consisted of giving fake smiles to everybody. You can’t even remember the name of half of the people. Thankfully Tom was helping you out in everything.
“I think you should go and get ready for the celebration,” Tom whispered in your ear. Your feet were tired of carrying your and your gown’s weight. “Why do I have to get ready?” you didn’t want to get ready again. Getting ready was a tiring process which you always hated.
“Because my darling you look ridiculous. Your hairs are messy and whatever my mother had applied on your face is wearing off, so you look raccoon.” he said, wiping the makeup off your face.”
“Who are you? Because you’re not like the Tom I knew. The Tom I knew would kill to see me as a raccoon.”
He let out a sweet laugh. “Well I am the same Tom, I have just grown up. And you have grown too.” he said, subtly eyeing your chest. Your breasts were more prominent because of the fitting of the dress.
“Hey!” you pushed him away from you.
“Oh come on, you have nothing to hide from me. And I don’t hate you; I never did. My behavior was harsh towards you because I envied you as a child.”
“Envied me, why?”
“Because my mother always favoured you and you were Paddy’s favourite.”
“I am so sorry Tom.” never in a million years you had thought that you would apologise to Tom. “It’s fine, you didn't do that purpose.” Tom smiled, taking your small hand in his large one.
“Now go get ready.” you gave him an unamused look before going back to the Queen's chamber to see what he got for you now.
*
Now you have changed into a much heavier gown. Your hair tied in an elegant bun. “Do you always wear these heavy gowns?” You asked the queen. “No love, my gowns are light weighted. I only wear heavy gowns on special occasions like this. And don’t worry your daily wear gowns will be light weighted.” You sighed in relief.
“I can finally call you my daughter now.” Nicola smiled, running her hands up and down your arms, giving you some kind of reassurance. “When are Tom and I getting married?” you asked her. “Not now, you both are betrothed for now. His father thought that it would be better if he learned his duties as king from our minister and advisor Derren O’Donald.”
“Tom has a lot to learn about the kingdom. It would take him approximately two to three years to do that. And you have to learn your duties as princess and future queen too. Therefore, we thought it would be better to marry you both three years from now.”
“And both of you need some time to bond too.” you only nodded your head at her.
Turns out that the celebration was even worse from what you have done in the morning. Because now there were princesses, who couldn't keep their mouths shut for once. Most of them were complaining about the decoration, food and even what other people were wearing.
And almost all of them hated you because you were the one who was going to marry the ‘charming prince Thomas’. “You see it darling? The number of girls wanting to marry me.” all you wanted was to punch the cocky smile off his face.
You had your first dance with Thomas and with his brothers. You officially met lady Elysia.
There was not a single ounce of energy left in your body. Out of the corner of your eye saw two familiar people smiling at you. Your parents were waving at you from a distance, trying to catch your attention.
Tears welled in your eyes. They were standing in the secluded part of the hall. They can’t even stand beside you because they were not of royal or higher family. And you are a princess now.
‘This is your life now.’
*
You and Tom started to spend a lot of time together. And you learned many things about each other. You started to spend time with Sam and Harry too.
You found out about Sam’s passion for cooking and most importantly Your mother was the one who taught him to cook. “What? Why are you looking at me like that? He came to me and said that he wanted to learn.” she told you.
“Why did you never tell me?”
“You never asked.” Sam made a mistake by chuckling at your mother’s comment, which earned him a glare from you.
You and Harry became good friends too. However, as each day passed Tom became grumpier. He was always late to the meetings in the garden both of you have decided. He had a lot of pressure on his shoulder, granted.
But he made it up to later, by giving you all of his attention without being rude. But soon the small bickering between you guys became big fights, where both of you go weeks without talking to each other.
“You don’t know the pressure I have on my shoulders. I am the future king, unlike you I have many responsibilities.” Tom shouted. “Unlike me? Tell me Thomas that I don't have any single responsibility as future queen?”
“No you don’t. All you do is gossip around and look pretty.” You gasped at his answer. “Say that again Thomas and not to me, say that again to your mother.” with that you left him alone, just as he wanted.
“I am so sorry Y/N.” after what seems like thousands of apologies, you forgave him.
By the time of your wedding King Dominic and Queen Nicola retired from their places. Tom’s coronation took place sometime after your wedding. Now that Tom was king and you were the queen, his parents left the main palace and said that they wanted to spend some time of their lives alone in the southern palace.
Tom became even more arrogant. He didn't take anyone’s suggestion, not even his best friend and brothers. It has been six months since your wedding. Everything was going fine until one night.
When Elysia came knocking at your door. “Y/N! Look at what Tom is doing!” You get up as quickly as you can. Worried about the statement Elysia has said.
“What happened? What’s going on?” You showered her with questions as soon as you opened the door.
“Tom has found out about Anne.” She said breathlessly and you understood what was about to happen.
Anne was the girl Harry told you about in your chambers three years ago. And he loved her passionately, but the only problem with their love was that Anne was a villager. Which was not the problem, the problem was that she was the daughter of the rebel who was revolting against Thomas’ rule.
You ran towards the throne room as fast you could.
You gasped at the scene before you. Anne was tied up in chains and Harry was screaming and shouting at Tom and begging him at the same time.
“Tom. Stop. Don’t do this.” words left your mouth but Tom didn’t care to listen.
“Do you know her crime Y/N?”
“Tom, she did nothing wrong.” You tried to tell him calmly. “No Y/N, she's a spy. Sent by her family to destroy us. She manipulated Harry into thinking that he loves her. She is here to tear us apart.”
“No!” Harry shouted. “No Tom, she is not the one tearing us apart. You are.”
Tom just smiled. “See. He is saying what she has filled in his mind. I have made up my mind. She will be publicly executed, so that others know what will happen to them if they cross me.” Tom stood up from his throne.
“This is the reason right? You want to assert your dominance among the people by killing an innocent.” Sam said angrily. “I guarantee you Tom, they will hate you.” Sam continued.
“Don't do this Tom, you will lose your family if you do this.” Harrison stopped Tom from walking away. “None of you is thinking from their right mind here. The people should fear their king and this is why I have suggested to finish this girl who had the nerve to seduce and manipulate a prince.” Derren O’Donald said, getting up from his chair.
“You have no say in this matter Derren. This is a family matter.” Harrison glared at Derren.
“Then you have no say in this matter too Harrison, since you are not a family member too.” Thomas shoved Harrison out of his way. For Harrison, cutting off all his limbs would be less painful than the sentence Tom’s had just said.
“Lock her in the dungeons and execute tomorrow morning.” Tom ordered the guards. And with that he left. Derren followed him behind.
“We have to do something,” Sam said as soon as everyone left. “Harrison, he didn’t mean it.” You said to a very shocked harrison. “Yes, just like he didn't mean to kill the only girl I have ever loved to terrorise the people of the kingdom.” Harry said coldly.
“Don't worry Harry, I've got a plan.” You told him.
“Listen to me carefully. The guards must have not reached the dungeons, so I want both of you to take the shortest route and reach there before the guards enter the dungeons. Don’t jump in front of, just knock them from behind. Under any circumstances they should see your face or they would tell Thomas.”
“Sam, you pack Harry’s clothes. Elysia, you pack them food and other essentials. I will pack some of my gowns for Anne. Both of you are leaving this kingdom before dawn.
And with that everybody scattered to do their tasks. When you came to your chamber to find Tom sleeping soundly on the bed. How can someone sleep so calmly, knowing their action will make them lose their brother. You collected your clothes for Anne and left the room.
You didn’t even want to stay near him. You couldn’t believe that he could be so heartless.
You meet everyone at the decided place; the horse stable. Anne was silently sobbing in Harry’s arms, who held her tightly. Harrison took the bag of clothes from you and loaded it on Harry’s horse. Other things you ordered were already loaded.
“Everything packed?” all nodded their heads. “Do you have your sword Harry?” “Yes.”
“Leave and don’t look back. Not until there is something important.” You told them as you caressed Anne’s arm. “Write to us when you settle down somewhere far from here.” Sam said, hugging his twin brother. “Take care Prince Harry.” Harrison said emotionlessly.
Harry hugged him anyway. “No matter what that idiot says, you will always be part of our family.” Harry said. He helped Anne to climb the horse first and then started to climb himself. “You are leaving without saying goodbye to me.” Paddy’s small voice came from behind.
“How can I leave without saying goodbye to my baby brother?” Harry laughed and hugged Paddy. He broke the hug and Paddy came to you. “I will come to meet her.” Harry gestured to your stomach where your baby was growing.
Everyone was ecstatic when they learned about your pregnancy. All of them wished that it was a girl. You were now four months pregnant and were watching Harry leave, who was more excited about your baby than anyone . And he couldn’t stay here for their birth.
*
“Y/N can you please talk to me once.” Tom said as you ignored him. It has been five months since Harry left and you are now full time pregnant. Nothing has been going right ever since. Sam has been poisoned, some man dressed as a guard attacked Paddy who was saved by Harrison.
Even Elysia was being followed wherever she went. And Thomas, he blamed the revolting group for everything. None of you bothered to talk to him after Harry left because he wouldn’t accept his fault. Thomas’ friendship with Harrison was long destroyed.
“Y/N, listen to me.” Tom shouted once again. “No Tom, you listen to me. Derren is not a good man. He is the one who is provoking the rebellions against you. He is the one who poisoned Sam and tried to kill Paddy.
Harrison told you all about the plans Derren has made to uproot your husband from his throne. Apparently Harrison has many spies, scattered all around the kingdom. And he immediately came to tell you that Derren has been meeting the rebellions.
“Are you out of your mind? You are blaming someone purely innocent.” He shouted again.
“Am I out of my mind? Thomas, you are completely in his control. Derren is a manipulative man, those rebellions are manipulated by him. He was the one causing problems in your father’s rule. His main motive is to dethrone you, Thomas.
Tom only looked at you in disbelief. “You won’t understand it now Tom. But when you will, it will be too late.“ You shut the door in his face, not wanting to hear what he has to say. You laid down on the bed thinking, how much better your life could have been if you just stayed as the maid.
“Y/N open the door.” you immediately woke up. You didn’t know how many hours you had slept but you were sure that it was the middle of the night. “Y/N open the door please.” Harrison shouted.
You carefully got up to open the door and gasp at the sight before you. In front of Youstood Harrison; drenched in blood, his one arm holding the sword, in ready to attack position. And his other arm was holding Paddy protectively.
“We have to leave. The castle has been compromised. I have got Sam and Elysia out of here already. It is just you and Paddy now.”He said, getting in and closing the door behind him.
Your heart broke at his words. Only you and Paddy were left? What about Tom? Where is he? “Y/N let's go.” Harrison brought you out of your trance.
“No Harrison. Not without Tom. Where is he?” you pleaded him to let you stay here and wait for Tom to come. “I can’t leave you here Y/N. Tom will not want this.” You understood whatHarrison was trying to stay and left the palace with them, through the secret route which led different ways through the castle.
You kept Paddy close to you, who was obviously scared of what was happening. You walked until you reached the end, where you met very weak Sam and very scared Elysia.
You asked them about Tom’s whereabouts but sobbed when they said no. But you didn’t let the hope go, you still prayed that he is still alive.
“Alright stop here.” Harrison told everyone to stop, so that he can break the false wall. But then you heard someone breaking it from the other side.
Harrison lifted his sword to attack whoever came from the other side but to everyone’s surprise it was Harry.
“Harry! What are you doing here?” you shouted at him and he just laughed. “Well I am not alone.” He moved aside to reveal Tom.
“I am so sorry darling that I didn’t believe you and I am so sorry Harrison, for what I had said to you. And I have already apologised to Harry, which I think is not enough. “ Tom rambled.
“Apologise to us later. First get us out of here.” Harrison cut him off. Both Tom and Harry got to work to get all of you out of there.
“Why did you come back Harry?” Sam questioned him.”Well, me and Anne left for the village and every single man of that village was talking about Derren's master plan to dethrone King Thomas. Therefore, I had to inform Tom about ths, so by the time I got here, I found out that the castle was sabotaged.
“I am so sorry Harry. I am sorry Y/N, Harrison and everybody. I was not a good brother, a good husband and a good friend, but all of you were still here for me and I know that a sorry is not enough. Especially for Harry and Harrison” Tom said, with guilt on his face.
“We forgive you Tom.” Both Harry and Harrison said in sync. “You just have to learn from your mistakes and please always remember that we are your family and we are always here for you.” You said, rubbing his cheek which now had a scar on it.
Tom smiled at you, lovingly. “What happened to Derren?”Sam questioned. “He died. I killed him. He was talking too much.” Harry told him.
“Now that Derren is dead. Harrison, will you honour me by taking his position.” Tom asked. “Gladly.” Harrison said as both of them hugged each other tightly.
A/n : I just really wanted to write a prince!tom fic also i struggled so much trying to figure out a title and summary but im pretty happy with the actual fic Still dont like the tittle tho...
Summary : You take tom out for an escape from his life in royalty, at least that was the plan.
Warnings : Floof, kinda smutty but not really, mentions of violence, war, some cursing here and there
Word Count : 2.8k
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"That wasn't fair in the slightest and you know it!" Tom shouted as he halted his horse, licking his lips with annoyance.
He was in the middle of his book that his master had assigned him when you burst into his chambers, breathing heavily like his dog after he took her out into the fields. You were dressed in your riding gear, throwing his own smack in his face, the only words falling from your mouth were.
“You, me, stables, now,”
It wasn't totally out of character for you to be so spontaneous, he was used to it by now, so were his guards and everyone in the castle. So much so that they weren’t fazed anymore when you zipped past them in the halls never knowing if you were running to or from something.
None of them were curious enough to ask.
Nevertheless, he was always free for a nice ride through the forests with you. He always enjoyed tagging along and partaking in your little shenanigans around the kingdom. It was a nice break from his responsibilities as prince.
"What isn't fair is that your horse had to deal with your terrible riding," you picked at your nails, smirking at the young prince, "Better than last time thought, only five minutes behind,"
Even if you always beat him.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," He muttered, jumping off his horse, his boots landing with a thud on the floor, "What are we even doing here in the first place?"
"You'll see," you smiled leaning off the tree trunk, "I put Galaxy over there," you pointed towards the brown horse shaking its head, most of its body hidden behind the thick shrubbery, "I'm sure she wouldn't mind some company,"
"Don't know, I feel like he would feel inferior to yours," Tom said, pointing to his horse.
"Don't worry, that logic only applies to you when you’re with me," you chuckled. It was known that you loved teasing him, it shocked him to this day that he still put up with your shit for the past years, putting in so much effort to see you at least once a week.
But you were the only person who kept him up float for the past years. The only person who treated him as an equal despite his blood and title. And he would be a fool if he let that go anytime soon.
Of course you couldn't know that, he could imagine how much embarrassment that would fill his body if you knew about his attraction towards you. He could already picture you brushing his words off as a silly joke and continuing with your day.
He didn't think he could deal with the rejection, to deal with losing you over some feelings.
"So, where are we going?" he said, dusting off his vest, "Or did you just bring me out here to murder me?"
"Trust me if i wanted to murder you, I would've done it a long time ago," you grinned, holding out your hand, “Now come on! The sun won’t be up for too long,”
You dragged him up though the bushes and trees, maneuvering your way through the forest. He’d never seen you this bubbly before, running and jumping over roots and ducking swiftly under branches all while occasionally looking back at him with a wide smile that made his heart melt.
“Are we there yet?” he whined, yelping when a branch hit him smack in the face.
“Oh shit,” your hand shot up to your mouth, trying to hide the laughter threatening to erupt from your throat, “Are you alright?”
“Oh yeah, totally,” he said sarcastically, rubbing his nose, trying his best not to sneeze, “like one always is when they get smacked with leaves and wood,”
You bit your lip, moving the branch back up so you could see him clearly, “If it makes you feel better, we’re almost there,”
He sighed, his head falling before picking it back up to look into your eyes, “Alright,” he chuckled when you continued to tug him along.
After a few more seconds of walking, he noticed the sound of water falling in the near distance making him a quirk up a brow. Soon enough you both emerged from the dense forest into a small opening.
His eyes trailed up the small pond, the ripples of the water reflecting the random rays of light passing through the trees hovering ever it like its own roof As he moved up, he eyed the flow of water running down a layering of rocks like a small fountain. Around it was a mass of shrubbery, green with hints of colour throughout. It felt like he was stepping into a painting his mother painted for him when he was younger.
“It’s beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes taking in every part of the scenery.
“I know, found it when I was sear- playing with Harrison’s sword,”
“You lost his sword?” Tom teased, catching your mess up.
“I found it back, calm your tits,” you uttered, mumbling under your breath, “after having some fun with it,”
“What was that?”
“It was a nice sword alright?”, you laughed, pulling your hand out of his.
He watched with curious eyes as you approached the lake, stopping as you reached the edge. He felt the instant head rise to his face when your fingers grazed the bottom of your loose skirt, pulling it off your body in one go and throwing it to the side.
He coughed as he looked away when your boots came off next along with the rest of your undergarments leaving you in your underwear and bra. He tried his best to keep his eyes turned down out of respect, but he would be a liar if he wasn't fighting not to raise his head.
“Are you coming?” you said, dipping your toes into the water before fully submerging your both your feet, “Or are you just going to stand there,”
“I-” Tom blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.
You turned around to face him, hands crossing in front of your chest, staring at him expectedly, “Come on now, before your father figures out your gone,”
“I’m pretty sure he already knows-”
“Then you have no excuse!” you tilted your head to the side, jutting your bottom lip out, “I didn’t bring you out here to just stare at me as I bath,” you raised your eyebrow suggestively, “Unless that’s what you want to do?”
“I-,” he paused, looking back down at the ground in defeat (and to hide his blush at your words). He could never say no to you, “Fine,”
You jumped into the water in glee, shaking your hair purposely for the droplets to fall on his clothes.
He rolled his eyes playfully at your smug smile, unbuttoning his vest and throwing it on a patch of grass. He did the same with his shirt, turning around when he began to shuffle out of his pants. Tom wouldn't deny the fact that he knew his looks, years of fighting and working gave his body a defined shape.
He could feel your eyes burning into his back which gave him the boost of confidence he needed to turn around.
He carefully made his way into the water, hissing at its cold touch. You rolled your eyes at his slow movements, grabbing his legs and pulling him inside. You laughed as his body hit the water, splashing you and the land around the pool.
You giggled as Tom raised his head, shaking it back and forth, his brown locks creating a halo around his head. You pushed more water at his figure, laughing even harder at the look of betrayal on his face.
“You-,” he chuckled, moving his arms in the same manner, sending a wave of water in your direction.
“Oh, Is this war Holland?”
“You bet your ass Y/l/n,”
You lunged at the brunette, pushing him under the water, your arms wrapping around his neck to keep him down. But it didn't last for long when he quickly broke the surface of the water once more. You wrapped your legs around his waist in a desperate attempt to keep him down, but it was useless given his strength.
When you looked back into his eyes, you finally took in how close you were, faces merely centimetres away from each other. You could feel his hot breath against yours, your wet skin melding with his. Your chest tightened, emotions you tried so hard to keep hidden resurfacing without thought. A glimmer of hope popping in your mind when he didn't pull away instead resting his hands on your waist, keeping you close.
You just didn’t think a prince would reciprocate the feelings for a commoner girl like you.
“Hey,” you whispered, readjusting your arms around his neck.
“Hey,” he whispered back, his eyes darting from your lips back to your eyes.
“i-,” your forehead fell against his, eyes closed as your heavy breaths fell upon his face, “Tommy,”
“Just say the word,” he gulped, “Just say the word, and none of this happened,”
He held his breath when you didn’t respond, his hands loosening from around your waist. He relished in the feeling of your body pressed against his not knowing when it might be the next time you would ever be like this with him after today.
He was a fool to think that you actually liked him in that way, that this wasn't just the spur of the moment but feelings aching to be unraveled at the seams.
“I want this to happen,” you finally muttered, opening your eyes to look directly at him, “I’m just scared what will happen after,”
Tom let out a shaky breath, looking back and forth between your left and right eye, trying to process your words, “Only one way to find out right?” he managed to say, licking his lips.
You bit the middle of your bottom lip, letting it go with a heavy breath, “Yeah I guess so,”
“Are you sure?” He couldn't help but ask again.
“Just shut up and kiss me for God's sake,”
Tom finally smashed his lips on yours, tasting the fresh water on the surface before moving them along with yours. You tilted your head slightly, deepening the kiss. Even after imagining this moment for so long, losing himself in the thought almost everyday, it could’ve never prepared him for the feeling of your mouth on his.
His hands tightened around your waist, his feet moving slowly along the floor to press you against the nearest rock, wanting to be as close to you as possible, for this to last as long as possible. You fingers moved from his neck to his hair, tugging at the soaked strands making him groan into the kiss.
“Tommy,” you muttered, barely pulling away to utter the words before latching your lips back on his.
“Yeah,” he smiled, biting your bottom lip as he pulled away fully.
“I-,” you started but was quickly interrupted by a loud bell that began to ring in your ears.
“Fuck, what’s that?” You breathed, whipping your head in the direction of the bell.
Tom replied hesitantly, “Someones attacking the castle,”
“What?” you said in disbelief, detangling your legs from around the prince’s waist, “Who would want to attack the castle?”
“I don’t know,” Tom said with a clenched jaw, despite his attempts to sound calm, the alarmed edge to his words failed to slow your rapid beating heart.
“You don’t know? You’re the prince!”
“Yes! As far as I’m aware we’ve been at peace with everyone for hundreds of years!”
You took a moment to process his words. Your parents always used to tell you stories of the great war, always bragging that your great grandfather fought the battle that helped peace run through the lands.
The war that ended all wars.
Songs were sung everywhere, children learned about it all the time, hearing the tale of tragedy and loss every day of their loved ones. Hell, even you had the words memorised in your head so that you knew, the people knew that they were safe, that they were free.
The bell high in the castle was only meant to be rung when the crown was under attack. Thousands of questions began to run through your head.
Who would attack?
Why would they right before dawn?
How was anyone not aware of it earlier on?
None of it made sense.
“Come one, we got to go,” Tom gripped both your forearms, letting out a heavy breath. His voice was nothing but a distant sound in the back of your head, bouncing off the walls of your skull.
“I-,” you managed to squeak, your throat starting to close up as your breath became shorter, coming out in little, shaky huffs with deep inhales.
“Y/n, Y/n? Y/n!” tom said hastily, his hands making its way to your face, directing your eyes to his, “Look at me alright? You’re going to be fine. We are going to be fine alright?” his fingers wiped the wet hair sticking to the front of your face, “When we get back to our horses, yeah? I want you to ride far away okay. Do you remember our tree house, right? At the edge of the forest leading into the meadow? I want you to go there alright? Take galaxy with you and hide out there until i come for you,”
You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut before looking back into his panicked ones, “Wait, What? Tommy, I’m not letting you go in there by yourself!”
“AND I’M NOT LETTING YOU DIE!” he shouted, trying his best to control his breathing, his distress, his confusion, “I’m not about to lead you into a battle that i know nothing off unarmed!”
“What about you?” you whispered, but loud enough for him to hear, “Do you think I’m okay with you running into battle?”
“I’m the prince, it’s-,” he sighed, “It’s my duty,”
You looked up into his brown eyes, staring into them to find some sort of comfort. You tried to find the joke, something, anything that might tell you that this wasn’t real, all just some sick prank to get you back at disrupting his activities.
But as his pupils dashed back and forth between yours, unable to focus. You knew that you couldn't talk your way out of this one.
You also knew that you would be of no help in the kingdom in battle but ideas began to pop in your head of how you could help outside the walls
“Alright,” you gulped, “Alright,”
He gave you a quick kiss to the forehead before jumping out of the water. He tossed you his vest as you got out behind him so you could dry your body first. Shuffling around to gather the clothes that were thrown haphazardly in the ground.
Once both of you were fully dressed, Tom grabbed your hand as he led you back to your horse. You ran quickly, trying your best to not let the thoughts consume you but focus on what you needed to do, what you had to do.
Letting go of your hand as you both reached the clearing, he ran to his horse, untying his restraints. You did the same, petting her main in a calming matter, not only for the horse but for you too.
You both froze at the faint sound of a sword slashing some shrubbery followed by some muffled voices.
“Get on your horse,”
“Tom-,”
“Get on your horse now Y/n,”
You quickly mounted Galaxy, grabbing the reins tightly as Tom pulled out a sword from around his waist, keeping it close to his side.
“When I tell you to go, you go okay?” he said wearily, his head darting in every direction.
“Tommy,” you said quietly, grabbing his face in the palms of your hand when her turned around to face you. You pressed your lips on his one last time, pulling away to rest your forehead against his, this time without the water surrounding you both.
“Stay safe, okay?” you whispered, rubbing your thumb against his cheek.
“I’ll try my best,” he smiled, taking your hand in his, “For you,”
“Over here!” a gruff voice sounded, “I see a horse!”
“Go, Y/n, Now,” Tom said quickly, moving back to his original stance.
With a split second of hesitation, you pulled at your reigns, kicking the horsed side, riding Galaxy away from the kingdom. You cringed at the distant sound of swords clashing and men screaming. What scared you the most was that you didn’t know who they came from.
But you couldn't focus on that right now, you had to find the tree house and from there, figure out what the fuck you were going to do, to help the kingdom.
Summary: Who would’ve assumed that heavens little angel was the king of hells soulmate?
Words: 5.4k
Warnings: Violence, some indications of past abuse.
Collaboration with another author but she deleted, so I took to editing it and changing a few concepts so bare with me!
THIS CHAPTER WAS EDITED / PARTS WERE REWRITTEN AND REPOSTED ON 15/06/2019
This entire chapter is dedicated to @sithskywalkers ok
The castle was vast, with hidden corridors that led to more rooms then you assumed you’d be able to count on both hands and feet – and yes, even if Hell, if you explored far enough you’d reach bone-chilling cold.
That was probably why Tom didn’t go down there much. That, or the fact that no one dared to provoke him. People were far too afraid to taunt the king, wallowing in their fears of one day getting on his bad side from their assigned spots in the underworld.
But now, Tom stared down at the two fallen angels who looked scared out of their minds. Good. His heavy footsteps had woken them from a deep, most likely uncomfortable sleep against the concrete flooring and pulled them up abruptly, wings stiff and standing in a defensive stance. Though there was no point, they had no power down here.
“This can go one of two ways.” He begins, refusing to look the two petrified angels in the eyes. “You can tell me what I want to know and leave with your wings still attached to your flesh, or you can stick to your confidential bullshit and remain down here with the rats and let me tell you… they haven’t been fed in a very, very long time.”
The words slip from Toms' mouth with such ease. He could’ve gone on if he really wanted too, but Tom was already agitated enough and impatient as it was. He wanted answers and he wanted them the second you had arrived. Now, it had been three days and he was still as clueless as before.
The angels tremble in fear, lips wobbling as the demon paces.
One swallows, his blonde hair stuck to a sweaty forehead. “What do you want to know?”
“I want information about a certain angel and I want to know everything that you know. Don’t hold back, because I surely won’t if I decide you’re dragging this out.” Tom clicks his tongue, wanting to escape the eary cold. “Y/N Y/L/N, tell me about her.” The angles freeze, trembling halting and their eyes widen. Tom smirks to himself. “You know something and I want to know what, then you can go.”
“We can’t–”
Tom seethes, his eyes growing a sick shade of grey – damn near black. “Heaven didn’t want you, they spat you out and expected me to kill you, to rip the feathers off of your back and make you beg for mercy. But instead, I took you in, fed you and provided you shelter. I didn’t do so much as touch a hair on your neck. Do you really think that if you keep your mouths shut they’ll come running back because you proved your loyalty? They don’t want you.” Tom was being truthful and he watches carefully, seeing their faces shift. “Now, tell me and you can go. It’s as easy as that.”
They share glances, cold fingers forming clenched fists. Tom knows that he’s got his way – in fact, he had no doubt in his mind that he’d get his way the second he marched down concrete steps.
With parted lips, the angel speaks. “We don’t know much but they were always scared of her.”
Tom interrupts, “Who’s they?”
“The council.” They reply hastily, wanting to get back to the homes they had been provided. For a moment there’s silence. The beating of their hearts can be heard over the eary nothingness. “They would keep her isolated, exclude her from things and just make sure she never felt like she was a part of anything. We were never told why but… they made sure we never got too close.”
Tom didn’t blame them for wanting to leave. This floor was cold and dreary. Every sound could be heard from the halls across and maybe Tom had heard the rats scurry across the floor just a couple minutes ago. He resists the urge to shudder.
Checking for any sign that they’re lying or holding anything back, Tom decides that he can’t find anything and groans – but it comes out as more of a low growl. Sharp teeth pierce the skin of his lip, drawing blood.
“What else?” He demands, knowing there must be something.
The one that was yet to speak opens his mouth and Tom leans forward, waiting intently. “She was engaged for a bit but he wasn’t very nice, a right asshole if I’m being honest.” The angel looks down, his cheeks tinting red. You were never allowed to swear in Heaven, but Hell was another story. Glancing up, he looks at Tom for a split second before glancing back down at the floor. “Is she here?” He hesitates.
Tom nods his head once, a stern look on his face as the angels await an answer.
“She is.” Tapping an impatient foot on the rocky floor, Tom clicks his tongue once. “Is there anything else you’re not telling me?”
“Be careful… with her, I mean.” The dark-haired angel– whose name Tom hadn’t bothered to learn swallows sharply, choking on his own words. “For whatever reason, the council didn’t want her to escape and they always kept her under lock and key but I swear – that’s all we know. W-we were never allowed to ask.”
Tom grunts, finding out that he didn’t know much more about you then before. He wanted to know about every moment of your life in Heaven. From the size of the house you lived in and what your favourite breakfast item was – the one you’d rush to every morning without fail He was itching to know about whether or not you had a pet, like a dog or a dove and if you named them.
But he did learn that you had a fiance. And one he wanted to meet, at that.
The stupid prophecy had him wrapped around your finger. Some kind of soulmate shit that made him screw his face up. Now he saw what Harrison was talking about.
-
You move around the dark hallways, your ragged wings moving behind you. Shadowing your every step. They were healing slowly, but they were still sensitive to the touch. You were never used to using your wings much anyway, giving them the ability to heal slowly and at their own pace.
Everything was dark and a thin layer of dust lined the single window you managed to find. It was somber, really, or at least this part of the castle was. Everything else you’d seen had been done to perfection – walls painted dark hues without a dent in sight and there wasn’t a speck of dirt to be found on the floorboards. For the king of the underworld, Tom surely kept his kingdom tidey. Even the way he held himself was spotless. There was never a single crease adorning his raven suit.
You’d learnt by now that he never wore colours besides black, grey and red. And that he always had his hair styled. The curls were mostly always slicked back.
Your eyes catch the fire burning on the candles that line the walls, creating an orange shadow all the way down the hall. Continuing your journey, your fingers run through the flames much like they had the other day. You enjoy the warmth, feeling that familiar rush of power rush through you.
It’s addictive.
The feeling can only be described as the one a child gets when going down a slide of the first time, a comical smile taking over their features as their arms fly over their heads. Or even the moment you take your first bite into a Cadbury's bar and feel the smooth, milk chocolate melt against your tongue.
The feeling floods your veins and you let it. Slowly but surely, you were starting to feel less like the weakling Heaven had made you out to be. Transitioning from the person they had turned you into and more like a member of the King's palace – even if it was only a temporary stay.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"
The source of the voice lets out a growl behind you and your wings stiffen, the pain as a result of the fall making a sharp ache run through your spine as they stand in a defensive stance and you turn around, almost knocking the candle down as you move hastily.
That wasn't Tom, no. His voice was softer – at least when he spoke to you. Just two days ago he’d spoken with ease from his place at the dinner table, politely offering you what foods he had. You had been shocked to find that your mouth hadn’t burst into flames upon taking your first bite.
This person's voice wasn’t like Toms. Instead, his dripped with venom and hatred, sounding as putrid as nails on a chalkboard and before coming to Hell, you hadn’t known what to expect when it came to demons. You had relied on stories and teachings, but truth be told there wasn’t exactly a clear way to prepare yourself – and there was never a reason to up until now.
Demons weren’t all the same. Just like humans and angels, their eye colours ranged from brown, blue and green. Only switching to a bloody red or raven black when they feel threatened or exasperated. Demons had hair much like humans and angels too. But their wings were definitely hard to miss. When they were out, the things seemed to loom over your head engulfing you in a dark shadow – the charcoal feathers standing threateningly close to your form.
Demons, much like angels, could blend in with humans and no one would think twice.
“I’m exploring,” You reply, taking a careful step back as to keep your distance from the stranger whose teeth bared, greasy hair slick and stuck to his scalp.
“Angels aren’t meant to explore here.” He speaks bitterly. “Angels aren’t even supposed to get past the front gates, let alone explore inside the castle.”
You stand politely, hands intertwined at the front and muster up the courage to speak. “The king let me, he said I could go wherever while he had some business to attend to.”
“Bullshit.” He snarls. You grimace, feeling warm spit hit your cheeks. “I thought angels weren’t meant to lie.”
Shaking your head, you feel your patience wearing thin. “I told you, Tom told me–”
Upon hearing his King's first name slip past your lips – a major sign of disrespect, the demons fists clench. Still, the only thing that overcame the shock he was feeling was the pure excitement for whatever reward was to come for finding the angel.
“Tom? You have a death wish.” He tells you, the corners of his lips curling up wickedly. As he reaches for your arm, you step back, only just escaping his grasp. But sharp nails make contact with your skin, just scratching the surface.
“I wouldn’t touch her if I were you.” Harrison snarls the last word, eyes flicking to a threatening shade of black. “The king wouldn’t like that.”
The demon ignores the fact that this was his king's right-hand man and chuckles darkly. “The King wouldn’t like an angel being nosey around his castle. Believe me, mate, I’m doing him a favour.”
Harrison didn’t like being spoken back to. In fact, he hated it.
The entire time this was going down, you were backing away slowly until your back hit the wall with a thud, earning the attention of both Harrison and the demon. But neither cared to look over as their dangerous gazes linger on one another.
“Crickey, mate, you just don’t want to listen to you?” He replies with grit teeth and anger coursing through his veins. But he was a demon, he always had anger racing through his veins at a wicked pace. It was anger that he could turn to power. And power he could use to ruin this son of a bitch.
All the right-hand man has to do is tilt his head for the demon with slick black wings, smaller then other demons you’d seen to be gasping for breath, hands wrapping around his neck as he tries to release an imaginary grasp. But nothing was happening – at least not for you, because the demon continues to kick and wince and screw his eyes shut in shock in pain.
“Let me go, what the fuck!” He wheezes, face turning a deadly shade of red as the air is pulled from his lungs.
Your throat runs dry as you attempt to form a proper sentence for the first time since stepping into that hallway. And there’s nothing. Nothing but racing thoughts running through your head. As much as this guy made you uncomfortable, you didn’t want someone to die.
That was the angel in you, the part that wanted everything to be good and pure and serene. But there’s nothing good about this as the life slips away from the male ahead of you – and Harrison's wild smirk grows. No one was going to die today – at least not because of you.
“Enough!” You boom, voice echoing down the hall. It’s the loudest you can muster and luckily, it gains the men's attention just fine.
Though, you must’ve done something else because in an instant the creature that’d been up against the wall, gasping and flailing as if his life depended on it… which it had, is now on the floor in a ball of pure fear. He’d been thrown, but Harrison hadn’t done anything. In fact, the king's friend turns and gives you a curious look and all you do is try and sink back into the wall.
“Please, enough.” You let out a breath, looking down at your feet instead of into the demon's eyes. “Let’s just forget about this, can we?”
Glancing down at the cradled form again, Harrison nods his head. Only this time the man doesn’t begin gasping for breath. This time, he scrambles to his feet after one single word slips from Harrison's lips. The word is go – and boy does he go. He races down the hall, still struggling to regain his breath but sprinting for his life nonetheless.
There’s nothing left but the distant pitter patter of desperate feet as you turn to the other demon and you intake sharply, feeling your hands quiver.
“I’m Harrison.” He says once the other man is out of sight. The boy was acting normal, as if he hadn’t just cut off another demons air supply and even hesitates before extending a hand, offering to shake yours.
“Y/N.” You reply, feeling your name slip so easily. You take his hand, smaller one clasped tightly in his.
“I know who you – ouch, fuck.” He hisses, retracting his hand at such a speed you jump back slightly. “Tom was right, you’re hot. I mean your hand is… it’s hot.”
You watch your hand, clenching your fists. The heat burns but only for a second before it’s bearable. For you, at least. “Is that normal?”
Harrison shakes his head, “Nothing about you is normal to me, you’re an angel to begin with but this…” He holds his hand out and flames instantly dance in his palm, bright hues of red and orange attracting your gaze. Harrison nods his head and you extend a hand, fingertips tickling the flame. “This gives the word ‘strange’ a whole other meaning.”
-
Tom was on a journey, slipping behind his palace gates and exploring the depths of hell. A place he admits he hated exploring. Tom felt safer behind his walls – more in control of his kingdom.
He made his way to the small shed he'd refused to enter for a long period of time maybe it’d been centuries, if he remembered correctly. Which he always did.
No one dared to talk to the king, all simply bowing in his presence and in return, Tom would flick a curt nod before moving on with one goal in mind. To reach the prophet, to ask about his love. So maybe, he could find out why she arrived when she did and why she didn't feel the connection that he did.
Tom was drawn to the girl. He wanted to be close – arm in arm and hand in hand. Tom was filled with a nearly sickly amount of love. It floods his veins, consuming his mind at all hours of the day. But she didn’t seem drawn to him and it frustrated him to no end.
Hastily, he knocked on the door, wanting to get this over and done with so he could get back to his place of solitude and comfort. Hauntingly enough, the door opened itself with a bone-chilling creek and Tom stepped inside. The man could feel a presence beside his own and oh god – the smell. The wallpaper was peeling and fading, the floor and sickly stains painted the floors.
Spinning around, he meets the elder's dark eyes that ran on like train tracks. So many secrets were hidden behind those eyes, that man knew more than he'd ever let on and it frightened Tom to no ends.
The prophet spoke first, his grim lips parting.
"My king, what can I do for you?"
Tom wants to ask why he’d even bothered to ask that question – because of course he was already aware of what Tom wanted. He was aware of every aspect of the universe.
"I think you know." Tom begins. "The girl-, Y/N. The angel."
He had gotten all too used to saying that word lately. Angel. It troubled him less then it once had.
"I felt her the second she arrived, she's a strong one, I'll tell you that." The prophet spoke wearily. His frail figure struggled to reach the couch, but Tom put all of his trust in this man.
Tom knew that he spoke the truth, she was strong if anything. Despite her almost weak exterior and the way she'd acted around him so far, (afraid, fragile and on edge.) that inside she was strong, holding a power that others would go insane trying to earn.
Tom sat down on the dusty, century-old couch, arms folding across his chest. "If you feel her energy then you must've gotten word about why she's here now of all times, and..." He trailed off, finding the words stuck in the back of his throat.
"You have another question, my boy. What is it?" When Tom didn't speak up, the prophet continues. "Speak, Thomas."
He was weary, not wanting to express that actually-, he had feelings. The king of Hells seemingly nonexistent heart swelled at the thought of the angel that'd only days ago, found herself in his kingdom. "Why she doesn't feel the same?"
The older man stares down, confused.
"I knew the second I saw her that she was the prophecy but she doesn't know me, it's like she feels nothing and-, it's like she's scared of me."
The prophet cleared his throat, squeezing his eyes shut and remembering all of the thing's he'd been told. "She knows you, Thomas," Tom furrowed his brows. "Everything you feel for Y/N, she feels for you. She feels it, I promise it."
"Then why-," Tom was cut off.
"She’s been hurt. Give her time, space. But be there and eventually, she’ll return every ounce of love you wish to receive.”
"What do you mean." He stares in confusion, beginning to feel frustrated with his lack of answers.
"I can't tell you anything else, but it will all work out in the end.”
A low growl escapes the back of Toms' throat as he stands up in anger. The prophet's words made no sense. Tom knew the angel had been hurt-, maybe not the full extent but he had an idea.
Why didn’t you show that you felt the same?
-
Tom sits at his desk, the papers in front of him containing jumbled words. Nothing he could make any sense of as he stares, squinting.
It’d been at least thirty two hours since he’d opened the thing and his back was beginning to ache from leaning forward in the leather chair, muscles begging him to stop and walk around after hours of straining. His foot had been tapping annoyingly against the floorboards, bothering those who were on the floor beneath him but the king was frustrated and tense and his negativity could be felt from outside the gates.
There’s a creaking and a heavy huff that pulls him from his endless thoughts. While Tom doesn't say it straight away, he’s grateful for the distraction. He turns, his gaze finding a figure at the door. ar.
Tom lets out a swallowed breath at the sight of you and the fire in the palm of his hand that lights up the words, helping him see disappears. The crisp book pages fade as your eyes move toward Tom's.
"I'm," You swallow. "I'm a little hungry." You state, stomach growling to back you up. "I didn't know who to ask." You look away, eyes floating around the office.
"You could have asked one of the cooks." Tom stands up, the wooden chair creaking against the floorboards. "They can make you anything you want, my love." He speaks carefully, far too afraid that he'd snap again and scare you away once more.
Your cheeks grow hot at the small nickname. You’re still unaware of why the King is so infatuated with you, and why the mere sight of him could send your wings into a fluttering frenzy. You deny everything you feel towards the King, ignoring your bodies signals and turn your head the other way.
The small signals you were becoming a pro at ignoring went right over Toms' head.
"I wasn't sure." You reply, silently admitting that just coming to his office door had taken enough courage to last a lifeline.
There’s a thick pause while Tom looks away.
He wet his lips. "I'll get something for you."
Tom moves through a mighty stack of books before stepping past you, nodding his head for the angel to follow which you do, making sure to keep your distance from the man who both terrified you and intrigued you. Your eyes search his black wings as he moves down the steps, his thick, black boots thudding with every step-down.
Tom moves through his hallway with ease, hands at his sides and every step causes his tee to budge. From behind, you can make out the tufts of hair that haven’t been slicked back or styled in any other way then what was natural. They’re a beautiful shade of brown, like an acorn or an oak tree. Maybe you expected the king to look different – ugly even, with wicked sharp teeth and hollow eyes. Maybe you expected sharp tufts of hair and wings that could cut.
But Tom was pretty.
He was pretty like the roses that snaked themselves around the gates outside, and pretty like the array of glimmering dresses lining your wardrobe you were yet to so much as lay a hand on.
You two reached the kitchen and with a nod from Tom, the staff in gear the colour of ash disappear out the door with their heavy wings trembling behind them, merely giving their king a nod as they move hastily.
The kitchen is huge – truly a kitchen for a king. Treats line one side of the marble bench, other discarded items sit untouched. There are hardwood chopping boards and fancy cutting knives and a ginormous stack of spotless plates. There are grey walls adorned with splashes of blacks and reds and you’re instantly in awe of the place, plush (yet still healing) wings flutter in joy and excitement.
Toms' eyes roam over the pantry, cursing to himself when he has trouble deciphering one food from another. They all looked utterly different then the one before it and he scratches the top of his head in confusion. There were cans and bags and little pieces of fruit. Tom tended just to eat whatever was served to him, never paying much mind as long as it was checked by his tester but actually glancing into his pantry was something else.
"Look, darling-, I really don't know what you do and don't eat." He laughs softly, inching away from the open door that extends into an array of food. "Why don't you jump up and make yourself something? take whatever you want."
Of course you'd cooked before, you use to cook for your fiance all the time but you'd never actually cooked for yourself... the suggestion seems wild and you stared wide-eyed which doesn’t go unnoticed by Tom. Your mouth begins to water at the sight of so much food – mind reeling with all of the things you could make and experiment with.
Already you could see foods you’d never seen or tried before. His cupboard was giant.
"You don't have to. I can easily get the cooks to make you something-,"
"No!" You interrupt, somehow forgetting all the manners they taught you up in Heaven. "Sorry, no, It's okay." You tell him, coughing to regain yourself. "I can cook, I'd love too."
You walk behind the counter, popping away into the pantry for a moment. Tom takes a seat on one of the bar stools and watches intently as you pull out foods he'd never seen before. His reading was forgotten, the words he’d been so desperate to indulge in sitting at the very back of his mind because watching you make food sounded just that much better.
The food was colourful, orange, green, red etc and he adored the way your face lit up when you examined the objects. What you'd seen and experienced earlier was forgotten. You seemed in awe, feeling that sense of freedom that came with being able to do things for yourself. Who knew Hell could be... good?
"Do you enjoy cooking?" Tom asks, folding his arms and leaning forward to watch as you looked through the drawers.
"I do." You began. "I use to cook a lot in Heaven for my-, my partner at the time, but I didn't get to try new things if you know what I mean?" Your voice was soft, competing with the knife as it hit the chopping board.
Toms' nails dig into his hands, piercing the skin of his palms. "Partner?"
"Yeah, Ryan." Your voice was cool, casual. You even shrug. As if even just mentioning his name had no effect on you but on the inside, you were drowning in sudden nerves.
"What was he like?" Tom had to remind himself not to snap or grow too angry. You were with him. Maybe not in the way he'd like, but you were in Hell.
You think for a moment, trying to come up with the right words to say. "He-, he wasn't very nice. He was on the council though and none of them were very nice." You sigh. "If I were still in Heaven I think we'd be married by now."
"Did you love him?" Tom knew exactly what made him ask, his jealousy.
You shake your head vigorously, adding a few ingredients into a ceramic dish. "Gosh-, No, not at all. That’s… gross.”
Tom chuckles
You used the word gross to describe your own ex-fiance. The laughs erupts from his mouth before he can stop it. Tom feels a sense of relief wash over him, some of his anger melting away and seeing him laugh makes you smile, the corners of your heavenly lips curling up. There’s no frustration or pressure. You both just find the placement of the word amusing – or at least Tom does. You find the laughter slipping from the Kings mouth fascinating.
“Then why were you with him?" Tom asks, coming down from his high.
He had slipped into the habit of forgetting that you had a life before this. That you probably had friends and family up in Heaven. Loved ones you may be missing and a fiance who had kissed your skin, muttered gentle words and even loved you before him.
“We just had to wed, I don't know why though. But he was a real twat, if you know what I mean." Your gaze remains on your dish, senses reeling at the sight of a hearty meal. You snort and Tom chuckles.
To Toms surprise, you sit next to him. So close that he can hear the racing of your heart in your chest – each thump more prominent then the last. He vividly smells the lavender perfume on your neck as you knock his leg with yours, the slightest contact causing him to tense up.
Stupid heightened demon senses.
"That looks disgusting." Tom screws his face up in distaste, and you let out a small, barely audible giggle.
"Have you ever tried vegetables?" Tom shakes his head, indicating no.
You place a little on the edge of the fork, moving it close to his mouth. "Try it, it's good."
"I..." Tom trailed off, looking at you with a soft smile. "Doesn't look good." He remarks, screwing his nose up.
"I promise it is." You bite your lip in anticipation and Tom swears he can’t say no, not when you look hopeful that he’ll at least try your food. Until you arrived Tom hated trying new things. Now here he was, allowing you to place whatever slodge you claimed to be so divine on the centre of his tongue.
His mouth closes around the fork and Tom expects to gag. He has a napkin ready to spit the food out and screw his face up in the utmost distaste.
What he doesn’t expect is for an array of flavours to erupt in his mouth – the perfect combination of sweet and sour. It’s smooth, the flavours gliding across his taste buds and suddenly Tom swears he wants you to make every meal – not that he’d ask. No, that wasn’t your job.
He hums, eyes closing in delight and a proud smile takes place on your face because Tom looked stuck in a state of pure bliss, savouring every flavour that dances on his tongue.
“Good?” You ask, showing off your pearly whites.
“That was incredible.” Tom beams. “How did you– what, how?”
The king feels his heart swell slightly when you hand him a fork, shoving your bowl over a little bit offering him more of your food without hesitation. He surely wasn’t going to say no, in fact, his stomach growled, hinting it wanted more.
“I’ll teach you one time if you’d like,” You offer, taking a forkful of the food and eating it yourself. You hum and Tom waits, watching. “If you don’t mind! If you’re not into that then that’s cool too.” Your cheeks run hot, hands balling themselves into awkward fists when you realise that this was still the king you were talking too.
Tom ignores the fast-paced beating of his heart. “I’m sure I could find the time.”
He was positive he could find the time – absolutely certain.
The two of you go back to eating, taking turns to take fair bites in an easy silence. Tom finds himself coming to a realisation. He notices that you carried bits of Heaven – the very best bits. The parts that weren't corrupt and wrong. It’s there in the way you speak so gently, and how you move without a step out of place. Delicate wasn’t the right word.
And you'd finally seen a side to Tom that didn't terrify you, or put you on the edge of the seat. Without hesitation, you relax, allowing the heat to comfort you. Not the heat from the endless torches or the dress enveloping your figure, but his supernatural body heat.
Tom stares lovingly, adoration and desire flooding his eyes as he looks down at the angel that seemed to suddenly be comfortable beside him. Him, the King of hell.
He asks himself how anyone could dislike such a being-, one so pure and utterly kind and he almost felt... blessed, to have you be his gift from the gods.
"What is it?" You asked, cheeks heating up under his almost burning gaze.
"Nothing," Tom murmurs, shaking his head. "You're just really special.”
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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
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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.
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“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.
warning: swearing, SMUT, oral sex (female recieving),
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: okay, let's hope this gets a little bit more love
masterlist chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3
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Sometimes men were such idiots to y/n. It didn't help that she grew up with vipers that were disguised as men. She really did want to keep the good intentions but with the view in front of her, it was difficult.
She sat opposite to Willopp, his hands resting upon a skinned fawn and a devilish smile hung on his lips.
"Did you have to bring me to this," y/n spat, she tried to keep her eyes on him and it was the first time she successfully did.
"You made a scene yesterday," Willopp chuckled, "I had to teach you a lesson," y/n's blood bubbled.
"You didn't have to pull me out of my duties and show me your sadistic way of hunting," she scoffed, almost gagging at the smell. Willopp stared at her as if she was a child.
"Ugh, women," Willopp spoke under his breath. y/n instantly felt her wrath rise inside her, she wanted to tell him off but she knew that wouldn't be the best idea so she bit her tongue.
In their first meeting, y/n tried to understand her soon to be husband. She tried to get to know him, she tried to love him but it was clear that he didn't want any of it that is except the crown that was supposed to be placed her head. To say that she hated him was an understatement, she absolutely loathed the man. If she could, she would kill him with her own hands but she had to make choices that aided her and not plotted her demise.
As soon as the carriage pulled up to the gates, y/n literally fled out of the carriage and into the safety of her large home. She hated how the halls echoed and left her to only her thoughts but other instances, like these, she adored the place she called home.
Back at the carriage, Tom went to greet the royal couple in hopes to discuss trading with the Princess herself but all he saw of her was her dress flowing behind her as she fled.
"Ah King Tom, help me carry my beautiful hind!" Willopp called out to him. This was the last thing Tom needed but he knew to put on a show for the Archduke if he was in any hopes to continue his relationship with y/n. Tom stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the carcass of the fawn on the bonnet of the carriage.
"Is that-" Tom uttered speechlessly.
"A baby deer," Willopp responded flatly as if he was fed up with Tom's reaction. "You hunt all the time don't you, Your Majesty." Willopp was right, Tom did go hunting quite a bit. He didn't like it but Tom tried to only kill animals that were nuisances or threatening but to kill and even to skin a faun was out of his comfort zone.
"Oh yes but never seen a kill like this before," Tom spoke as if he was impressed with Willopp's action but in reality, Tom tried to hold back his gags.
Willopp sighed proudly, "I know, I'm an excellent huntsman," Tom could see to coach men snickering as Willopp spoke, clearing indicating the lie he has just told. "Help me bring it in?" Willopp asked almost sweetly but Tom was quicker than the Archduke had intended.
"I need to find Princess y/n, royal business," Tom rushes to excuse himself and thankfully Willopp dismissed him with a sly look. With that, Tom shot off to try and find y/n in the never-ending hallways and in hopes to forget about that monstrous man.
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y/n sat at the large edge of her windowsill. Her legs sucked up to her chest as she stared outwards. She knew that she looked odd, but she liked the serenity of the landscape that her kingdom offered. She would at times sit there for hours in her own world as she forgot her problems and her pressures. Her hair was let free from the tight styles and perched softly on her shoulders, her corset had been loosened and her shoes were laying at the entrance of her room she was in complete and total bliss.
Tom was at the edge of the forest that blanketed the castle. His horse galloping quickly through the dense bush, Tom laughed loudly as he heard his two brothers and Harrison call after him to slow down. He wondered what he looked like, did he appeared childish or a dashing young man. Either way, his daydreaming seemed to slow him down because Harrison and the twins had officially caught up with him.
"Why do you have to do that every single time," Sam sighed angrily as he patted his horse gently as the animal caught its breath.
Tom smiled wickedly, "I can't have a moment alone can I?"
"You haven't had one since you were born," Harrison mocked him. Tom plucked an underripe apple and gently pegged it at Harrison.
"Didn't you need to discuss trading routes with Princess y/n?" Harry asked as the quartet started to pick up a pace and start riding back to the castle.
"I tried to," Tom sighed, remembering the chores that came with the title.
"What do you mean you 'tried to'?" Harrison queered.
"That imbecile Willopp had y/n running for the hills, didn't even get a word in," Tom seethed, he wondered if Willopp was a real person and not an unimaginably annoying devil sent by hell.
"She usually gives him a good fight though," Sam spoke with confusion mixed in.
"He had a skinned fawn with him," Tom told them grimly, "looked quite fresh," the group grimaced.
Tom hadn't even noticed that they had arrived back at the castle gates. A peaceful breeze settled over the pavilion, Tom didn't see a single person in discomfort or distress. Tom stared at the impressively large castle, his attention drifting over the endless amount of windows until his eyes met y/n through the stained-glass. Her focus directly on him, her eyes almost filling with lust and desire instantly as she watched him dismount his horse.
She didn't like how deep in love she was with him, her heart would race when someone mentioned his name and her breath would hitch in her throat when he passed her. Everything he did seemed like something straight out of God's handbook of how to be effortlessly handsome. The worse part about it all was that he knows, he fucking knows how he makes her swoon and he knows the effect that would come from y/n just from him being around her. As she stared lovingly at him, Tom caught her eye and an idea wriggled its way into his head.
Tom started to unfasten his vest, unbuckling the piece of clothing ever so slowly. He pulled off his royal navy coat along with the golden encrusted vest. The others looked at him strangely.
"What are you doing?" Harrison asked quietly into Tom's ear. Tom smirked widely as he gave y/n a quick glance.
"I'm getting hot," he responded politely. y/n scoffed at his remark, it not even that hot today yet he thinks stripping is going to help him cool off, the realisation hit her like a ton of bricks. He was doing this on purpose to rile her up.
The pearly white undershirt hung low on his figure, though everybody else around him would see no real interest in the view, y/n watched with hot cheeks and dirty thoughts as she tried to stifle the growing want in between her legs.
She suddenly felt guilt wrack her entire body, she had a fiancee, she couldn't be doing this. He wasn't the best man, that was a definite but they were set to wed any time now, she can't be pinning after another, younger, more handsome & more compassionate man. Jesus y/n get yourself together woman, she thought to herself as she tried to wipe her mind of Tom but it just couldn't seem to work.
This wasn't the first time y/n had thought about him in such ways, in ways that would have her executed for adultery. She needed to get herself under control, even if there was the smallest sliver that they could be together that wouldn't excuse herself from marrying Willopp. All she wanted in this world was to be able to wake up to Tom's basically flawless face every morning but God prosecuted that happiness from her.
Tom noticed y/n's sudden shift in mood. Her wanting stare turned into a saddened look, his heart ached for her. He knew the predicament that she was trapped in and he desperately wanted to free her but he couldn't do anything unless she made the first step. Their eyes locked for a second time, they both could sense the desperation in each other's eyes.
y/n lost it for a moment in those warm eyes of him. Tom did as well, he mind seemed to only focus on her and her dainty features and what they would look like on their children. Tom did a double take, he had only known y/n for a fortnight and he was already dreaming about their sons & daughters, what is happening to him?
"What are you looking at?" Harry asked softly as he craned his neck to try and match their eyesight, his comment snapped Tom out of his lovesick gaze.
"Oh nothing," replied as he broke the contact with y/n and joined the group as they headed deeper into the caste. She watched him walk off, on one hand, she was relieved that she didn't have to suffer because of Tom's attire but at the same time she desperately needs his eyes on her again.
She had never been looked at like that in her entire life and she knows she wants it more than air to breathe.
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y/n sat on the small couch in her father's room, scanning over official papers. She knew she would have to do this for when she ascends to the throne and to help her father with the royal commissions while he is bedridden. Her attention drifted over to his for a lingering moment.
Albert slept peacefully, his breathing sounded normal and he didn't squirm while he slept as y/n had always remembered him doing when she was a child. Though his face was pale and grim-like, his hair seemed to be dry and thin and dried vomit and saliva hung around his mouth. He definitely wasn't getting any better as she had hoped.
y/n stood from her position and slowly made her way over to her father's side. The shifting on the mattress awoke Albert.
"Hi dad, " she almost whispered as her thumb stroked his velvet-clad thigh. Albert stuffed a cough.
"Hello, sweetheart, " he sputtered out. y/n gave him a weak smile as she took notice to his fatigued feature. He didn't look like himself at all, she could even recognize him, it scared her.
"How are you feeling today?" y/n asked softly as she went to place the back of her hand to his forehead. Her father instantly turned sour at the mention of his health.
"I have no clue," Albert sighed heavily, y/n felt her heart drop into her stomach. "Neither do the doctor apparently," he chuckled delicately, she tried to laugh along with him but it was difficult for her to place her happiness infront of her breaking emotions.
"Well at least your not getting worse," she tried to turn the conversation around, she couldn't mourn for her father until there was something to mourn. She went to speak again when a soft knock echoed through the room. "Come in," y/n called out sweetly.
A young woman came in, her head low and was wearing the maid's uniform, "Your royal highness, King Tom wishes your presence," she spoke almost giggled but she simply dismissed it as that the woman had heard maid's gossip.
"Well tell him I will be a moment," she huffed lightly, the woman stared up quickly almost desperately needing her to leave right this second.
"He requests you as soon as possible," the woman told her quietly afraid that she was going to get in trouble for speaking back to the Princess. y/n rolled her eyes and stood up from the bed. "He's in the sparring room your royal highness
"Alright, keep an eye on my father," she commanded, the woman nodded curtly and y/n made her way out. As she paced down the vast halls, she wondered why he requested to see her if he was in the sparring room, he would probably be in the middle of the match or just finishing one.
She knocked harshly on the large doors, she heard small permission and almost stumbled back with the sight of Tom. His hair was ruffled and framed his chiselled face, his pecks spasmed from the previous workout and his toned stomach glistened with sweat. "Ah Princess what are you doing here?" his voice hoarse through harsh breaths making her stomach do flips.
"You requested to see me," she chuckled slightly. Tom groaned slightly as he wiped the excess sweat off his face.
"I ask to see you in an hour after I got presentable for you," Tom frustratedly spoke as he dismissed his sparring partner. y/n watched as his muscles tensed and felt herself almost drool over him. Sadly she knew she would have to leave him and come back to a more clothed but nonetheless handsome Tom.
"Well I will join you later then," she spoke happily trying to mask her sexual frustration. Unfortunately for her, Tom noticed her flushed cheeks and wondering eyes and quickly caught onto her.
"Oh don't worry about it now," Tom smirked widely, "you're here now," Tom spoke slowly as he combed his fingers through his somehow always silky hair. y/n felt her heart pick up a pace and her mouth instantly became dry.
"Oh how good," she whispered to herself as she secretly squeezed her thighs together to try to dismiss her arousal. She was sure she looked like a blushing school girl who had a crush on an older boy, she felt almost embarrassed by her body's deceit against her but she couldn't dwell on her feelings. "Let's start shall we,"
It had been an hour of discussion. The room began to get hotter, her dress started to stick to her body and Tom seemed to sparkle with heat. She began to remember their shared night together, as his top that he had added started to outline his ever-bulging skin. The way his fingers danced over her skin, their bodies combining as one and how he breathed into her mouth as he pounded her into the bed. y/n allowed her eyes to drift over to his arm, watching it clench and stretch, she unknowingly placed the edge of the pen in between her teeth, moaning quietly to herself.
"What 'cha looking at princess, " Tom chuckled darkly as he leant in, his breath wafting over her already unbearably hot face.
"N-nothing, " she stuttered, God what was she becoming?
"Are you sure?" he asked again. His brown eyes darken with desire as he stepped closer to her. y/n tried her best to keep her composure as he watched her intently.
"Of course," she muttered quietly, her eyes kept travelling to the same spot that got her in trouble, to begin with. Tom wasn't an idiot, he knew what he was doing. Though he had asked for her later on, in hopes that a shower from him would get her worked up but this seemed to be going just as swimmingly. He made sure that the shirt he was currently wearing was too tight for him an that he did every possible thing to direct her attention to him.
Tom never broke eye contact with her as he somewhat strutted around the table to meet her heaving body. y/n jumped in her seat when she peered down at him on his knees, lifting her dress up over her legs ever so slightly, kissing the skin leisurely. His brown eyes burned into her cheeks as his fingers trickled over thighs. Before she knew it her dress was lifted her hips and his face was inches away from her aching core. "Do you want this?" he asked huskily, Tom stared intently at her, the only thing stopping him from devouring her was the thin lining of her tights.
"Y-yes," she stammered as she felt his breath waft over her heat. Tom didn't waste a second sliding his hands underneath her ass and tearing her tights open and quickly licking a long strip through her wet fold making y/n shudder. Tom's lips sucked softly at her clit making sure to flick the sensitive bud every so often. He slipped one of his hands from under her ass, he dipped a digit into her slowly. Her fingers tangled themselves into his slicked back hair, pushing him further into her wet core.
"Another one, " she moaned breathlessly, Tom peered up at her in disbelief still keeping the rhythm of the pumps of his fingers in her tight walls. Tom didn't argue though, quickly inserting another finger stretching her snug pussy. God did he miss this, the feeling of her contracting around him as she stifled moans surpass her lips, her squirming body throbbing for him to do more, her fragrant perfume that would never fail to excite him in more than one way, the way her hair would fall over her contorting face making her look absolutely angelic in his eyes. To say that he was completely and utterly in love with her would be an understatement.
y/n lifted her legs so that the underside of her knee caps were resting on his damp shoulders. She felt the familiarly gorgeous feeling of her approaching orgasm bubble inside her, she went to open her mouth to tell him but her words failed her as he picked up the pace of his pumping. "I know doll," his voice hoarse as he parted himself from the drug that was her sweet juices for a hot moment before delving back in, making sure to secure his grip on her. And at that, y/n came. She lost her vision for a moment as she brought her hand up to her lips and bit harshly on the skin to cancel the pornographic moan that would've surpassed her lips if she didn't, she threw her head back so violently she thought she snapped her neck for a moment. Her legs slipped from Tom's broad shoulders as the pleasure waves racked through her already quivering legs.
Tom stood up and immediately crashed his lips on her, y/n wrapped her arm around his neck quickly bringing him in closer. She whimpered softly at the taste of herself on his tongue. Tom slid in between her already parted legs, his clothed groin rubbed up against her exposed dripping core causing electric shock though y/n's body and a slight wet patch. Tom's hands went to undo her corset that sat tightly around her waist but y/n's hands gripped at his wrists firmly.
"Not here," she whispered through her heated kisses, "not now," y/n ripped her lips from his. Tom looked at her through the sun-soaked panels. Her face was red, flushed and dazed, her lips were slightly agape as sweet sounding whimpered slid through, her eyes were hazy and full of post-sex glow. Tom's calloused hands placed themselves on her hot cheeks, his thumb circling the skin gently. Their eyes met and for a second the both of them forgot their problems, forgot their worries, forgot their burdens. y/n genuinely saw what she would only hope as their distant shared future. Unfortunately, their trance of pure love was broken with a curt knock at the door. Tom granted entry and the last person the both of them wanted to see came through the door.
"My sweets, the maids told me you'd be here," Willopp spoke cheerfully, an obvious facade both Tom and y/n had no trouble looking through. "I brought you some tea," he said this time taking notice to their mixed appearances, Tom's hair was ruffled and y/n looked as if she had just seen God.
"Oh goody," she smiled sweetly, but quickly sneered at the small cup of tea infront of her having no intention of drinking. "I'm not in the mood for tea at the moment but maybe his majesty would like some," she offered to Tom, he was going to decline but it seemed Willopp was adamant on getting the princess to drink.
"I insist," he said a little more darkly than all of them wanted, Willopp quickly caught wind of his sudden shift in mood and laughed loudly, "Or I could just pour it out, I make horrible teas," he giggled anxiously. "We should be going."
y/n nodded sadly as she stood up from her seat but almost instantly fell the floor, she peered up at Tom who was eyeing her with a wide, prideful smirk. She saw Willopp confused face and rushed to blurt out, "Must be dehydrated," she smiled weakly before she regained her posture and joined her fiancee.
Little did she know, Willopp had bigger plans. He would kill her with or without evidence of her affair, with or without blood on his hands. All he knew was that she was unfit to rule and sought to give himself her title. He had better tricks up his sleeve.
