#tom holland au series

[lnfours]

summer loving (ten) ⎸t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 3.7k

⌙ warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff. mentions of anxiety/panic attack, some language, tom is a certified softie, idk. i love these two so much.

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

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you felt your heart jump into your throat as you stood up, ignoring tom’s voice calling your name. a group of people have gathered around your table, asking if you were ‘shawn mendes’ mystery girl’. people were staring, looking back and forth from their phones back to you, trying to piece it together.

because if you were supposedly with shawn mendes, why were you out with tom holland?

you pushed past the people crowding around you, awkwardly saying ‘excuse me’ as phones were pushed into your face. you made your way outside of the pub, letting out a gasp as you realized you had been holding your breath. you jumped when someone put their hand on the small of your back, turning around and seeing sam.

“you okay?” he asked sweetly. you nodded, catching your breath.

why? why did he post that?

“you don’t look okay,” he said, rubbing your back.

“i just-” you cut yourself off, “i don’t know-”

tom walked out of the bar, a group of girls screaming after him as he made his way over to you, “y/n? what happened? are you alright?”

“i think she’s having a panic attack,” sam said, “we gotta get her out of here.”

tom nodded at his brother, the two of them walking with you to tom’s car. once the two of them helped you into the car, he started driving.

“where are we going, tom?”

“i don’t know,” he said, “somewhere where there aren't a lot of people.”

you closed your eyes in the backseat of tom’s car, tears threatening to spill as you tried to steady your breathing. once inside an empty parking garage that was nearby, tom climbed into the back seat with you.

“you okay, love?”

you shook your head. he placed his hands on your cheeks, “open your eyes, darlin’.”

your eyes opened, meeting his brown orbs, “give me your hand.”

you let him take your hand as he placed it over his chest, his heart beating under your fingertips, “just focus on my heartbeat and breathe with me, okay?”

you nodded as you followed his movements to steady your breathing. after a few minutes, he wiped the tears that had fallen from your eyes with the pads of his thumbs, “what’s going on, love? you can talk to me.”

you licked your lips, “shawn posted a picture of me on his instagram story, a-a picture he took when we were dating last summer. people think he and i are dating.”

he furrowed his eyebrows, fishing his phone out of his pocket as he opened instagram. he clicked on the story icon, reading the same caption you had read 15 minutes ago.

missing summer with you! <3 @/y/ny/l/n

sam’s eyes widened as he looked over at tom’s phone, “this dude really can’t take a hint.”

tom sent him a look, eyes traveling back to his phone, “why did he post this?”

“i don’t know,” you said, “i-i told him we could still be friends and we got lunch when he was in new york a couple months ago, but he knows i chose you. he knows that we’re together. i just don’t understand-”

he cut you off, “hey, it’s okay. it’s not your fault. we’ll figure it out, alright?”

he pressed his forehead against yours and you nodded, his hands rubbing small circles on the top of your hand. your phone was buzzing and lighting up with notifications left and right, which made tom grab it and turn it off.

“trust me, it’s better if it’s off right now.”

you nodded, “can we go home?”

“yeah, baby. let’s go home.”

after getting back into the driver's seat, tom made his way back to the house. he tried to lighten the mood by playing your favorite songs, which did put a small smile on your face. soon enough, he was pulling into the driveway and the boys led you into the house.

“i’m gonna tell the others we’re back,” sam said, holding up his phone, “just so they know where we are.”

tom nodded and you gave him a smile, hugging him. he was caught by surprise for a second before hugging you back.

“thank you,” you said, “for everything.”

he nodded, rubbing your back softly, “always.”

you pulled away and tom nodded his head towards the staircase, “c’mon, love.”

you two made your way into tom’s room. you immediately kicked your heels off and started rummaging through your suitcase for a pair of pajamas. you grabbed a tanktop and a pair of pajama pants out along with your toiletry bag, joining tom in the bathroom as he brushed his teeth.

you sent him a small smile in the mirror, “so, i’ve been thinking.”

he raised his eyebrow, “oh no,”

you swatted his arm at the joke, “shut up.”

he chuckled, turning to look at you as you started taking your makeup off, “what’s that pretty little head been thinking about?”

“so, i’ve talked to kat and my mom about it,” you said, “and i know you said you were coming to new york to film starting next year, but after graduation, what if we…”

he smiled, leaning against the counter, “what if we what, love?”

you knew he knew what you were about to ask, but he just wanted to hear you say it.

“what if we moved in together?”

the smile still pulled at his lips, “as in, you move to london?”

you nodded, “i've done a bunch of research, and i've started contacting companies to see if they’d want to hire me this summer. when i get back, i can start shipping my things here little by little, or we could get our own place? i don’t know-”

“babe-”

“i know it’s really early and i know you’re going to be away filming a lot of the time, but i feel at home here. i don’t want to have to keep timezones in mind when i want to talk to you about your day. i want you, all of the time.”

he didn’t say anything, he just kept smiling at you. you sent him a confused look, starting to worry about what his answer would be.

“i have a house saved on my computer that i actually was planning on going to look at tomorrow,” he said, “maybe we could go look at it together, hmm?”

you smiled back at him. you didn’t know what to say as he pulled you into his body, his warmth radiating through you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “sound like a plan?”

“definitely.”

“good,” he said, pulling away from you to look at you, “i think you’ll like it, actually.”

“yeah?”

“mhm,” he hummed, leaning down as he pulled your hips closer to his, “picked it with you in mind.”

you smiled, “i love you.”

“i love you most.”

he pressed a kiss to your lips, the both of you pulling away as tessa barked at the both of you. you giggled at the staffy, bending down and petting her. she wagged her tail happily, accepting the attention.

“you’re coming too, tess,” tom laughed, ”‘don’t worry, love.”

you both finished getting ready for bed. you turned your phone back on as the thousands of notifications caught up, more ringing in as you plugged it in.

you looked over at tom, “what should we do with my sudden rise to fame?”

his eyes shifted towards your direction, seeing that you were on your phone. he grabbed it from your grip, placing it on the nightstand next to you after turning on do not disturb,  “we’ll deal with it, tomorrow.”

you sighed, “i just don’t want to be known as someone that i’m not.”

he nodded in understanding, “here, i’ll let you in on a little secret,” he said, sitting up on his elbow as he looked over at you, “as hard as it is, let the negativity roll off your back. half the time, people who send hate don’t have any valid reason to hate you other than the fact that they’re jealous. as long as you know who you are, and those you surround yourself with know who you are, no one else matters.”

you nodded, “easier said than done, huh?”

he nodded, “yeah, but you’ll learn.”

you smiled, watching as he moved back onto his back. you laid your head on his shoulder, “thank you for being there for me tonight. i thanked sam, but i never thanked you.”

“because you don’t have to thank me,” he said into your hair, “it’s what i’m here for.”

you smiled up at him as he spoke again, “wanna watch something?”

“sure. your pick.”

“alright, how about a nice, wholesome movie,” he said. you watched as he clicked on netflix, putting on a movie the both of you had already seen. you looked up at him, his face illuminated by the blue light of the tv, the rest of the room dark.

he looked down at you, a smile tugging on his lips, “what?”

you shook your head, “nothing.”

he leaned down and kissed your forehead, pulling you closer to him, “i love you.”

“i love you, too.”

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the next morning you woke up, rolling onto your side as you snuggled into tom’s warmth. he wrapped an arm around you, scrolling through his phone.

his comment section had flooded, his messages blowing up, and when he went to your instagram he saw you had gained thousands of followers within the past 12 hours.

he couldn’t even scroll through his socials in peace without an account turning what happened last night into a headline.

‘shawn mendes posts about mystery girl who’s later seen out and about with tom holland at a pub in london’

he clicked on your instagram, your posts erupting with likes and comments. he couldn’t help himself as he clicked on the bubble icon, scrolling through.

‘i feel kinda bad for her :/ she was living a normal life until now all because she was posted on someone’s story’

‘so, is she dating tom or shawn?’

‘she’s pretty! doesn’t matter who she’s with, they’re lucky to have her :)’

he was thankful that most were positive messages, his fans calling out those who said anything unnecessarily negative. shawn’s fans did the same, however each side wanted that one big question answered.

was she with tom or shawn?

it took everything in him not to post pictures he had taken of her throughout their friendship and relationship, it took everything not to show her off and openly claim her as his.

it wasn’t his place. he wasn’t going to do it without you knowing.  

instead, he did the next best thing he could think of.

he climbed out of bed, tucking you back in as he pressed his phone to his ear. he walked out of the bedroom, cracking his bedroom door open slightly as he stepped into the hallway.

“hey, sorry if i woke you, i just realized what time it was over there,” he said quietly.

“hey, tom,” kat's voice chirped through the other end of the line, “it’s alright, can’t sleep, anyways. but, how’s y/n? is she okay? she hasn’t responded to my texts and it says her phone is on, do not disturb.”

“yeah, uh, she had a panic attack last night but i helped her through it,” he said, peeking into the bedroom to make sure you were still asleep, “she’s tired, mentally, i can tell.”

“yeah,” kat sighed, “i just don’t understand why shawn would post something like that. i mean, he knows the two of you are together. i just don’t get it.”

“maybe he gets the strong urge to treat her better than i can?” he joked and she let out a laugh.

“trust me, you’re doing pretty good in my book right now,” she said, “can’t believe at one point that i was team shawn.”

he smiled, letting out a soft chuckle, “at that time, i couldn’t have blamed you.”

there was a soft chuckle from her end of the call, her smile audible. he was thankful that you had someone like kat in your life, someone to keep tabs on you, who cared about you as much as he did.

“so, how's house hunting going?” she asked. of course kat knew. she was the one person who was told everything, all the secrets, the plans, all of it.

“good,” he nodded, walking down the steps, “she mentioned moving here last night and i told her everything. i think i might've found a potential house, as long as we both agree on it.”

she smiled on the other end, evident in her voice, “she’s mentioned it to me a couple times, just as ‘what-if’ scenarios. i'm glad she finally talked to you about it.”

“what about you, though? gonna stay in the city?”

“nah, probably not,” she said, “i’ve been looking for an excuse to leave for a while now, y/n thinking about moving to london just gives me an excuse.”

“where do you think you’ll end up?” he was genuinely curious.

“who knows,” she sighed, “was thinking about finding somewhere not far from my parents in jersey. city life is exhausting.”

he let out a laugh, “i think you mean american city life is exhausting.”

“okay, whatever, london boy.”

“seriously, what is everyone and this taylor swift song?”

she laughed, the noise of the tv filling the background, “i’m gonna try to get some sleep, but text me if you need anything.”

“sure thing, thanks.”

“always,” she said.

he hung up the phone and put it down on the counter, starting to make some coffee as he felt a pair of cold hands wrap around his torso. he jumped a little at the feeling, relaxing quickly, “good morning, love.”

“‘morning, tommy.”

he smiled at the nickname before turning around in your grasp, “what’re you doing up already? didn’t expect you to be awake for another hour or so.”

you shrugged, cheek pressing into his chest, “it got cold.”

he chuckled softly, “i could tell by the ice cubes you call fingers.”

you playfully rolled your eyes at him, looking up to meet his eyes, “what time do we have to leave for that showing?”

he looked down at his watch, “around noon,” he brushed a few strands of hair from your forehead as you continued looking up at his brown orbs, the chocolate color sparkling in the early morning sunlight, “figured we could go down to that little cafe you like and get some breakfast before hand. how’s that sound?”

you smiled up at him, “the one with the strawberries and cream crepes?”

he smiled, “that’s the one.”

“sounds perfect.”

he smiled, “good, it’s a date then,” he chucked and you both smiled as the kettle started to whistle quietly. he fixed two cups of coffee for the both of you, handing you yours which you graciously accepted.

your peace-filled morning was interrupted when someone came barreling down the steps, “ooh! coffee!”

you smiled as tom handed harry his mug, reaching up to grab another one, “it’s like you know when i’m making coffee.”

harry shrugged, “keen senses,” he looked over at you and smiled, “how are you feeling this morning? any better?”

you nodded, smiling back at the boy, “a lot better, thanks.”

he nodded, snapping his fingers as he bummed, remembering something as he looked over at tom, “oh! almost forgot, mum and dad want us to have dinner with them tonight.”

tom nodded, “alright, what time?”

“dunno, probably around five,” he said, “apparently sams helping out with dinner.”

“thank god,” tom sighed, “i love mum but i'm not in the mood for dry pork chops.”

you snorted, “leave nikki alone.”

“no, you’re just lucky you don’t have to put up with mum's terrible cooking as much as we do.” harry said, putting his mug in the sink.

tom nodded in agreement and you rolled your eyes at the two holland boys. you sipped your coffee smiling down at the blue staffy as she finally decided it was time to wake up.

“morning tess,” you cooed, petting her head as she wagged her tail, happy to see you, “did you sleep well, baby?”

tom smiled as he watched the interaction, you leaving the room to let tess outside. harry nudged his brother’s shoulder, speaking up in the comfortable silence of the kitchen, “so, when are you going to ask her?”

“ask her what?” the eldest brother didn’t tear his eyes from you. he wanted to wake up to this every morning.

harry looked at him dumbfounded, “ask her to marry you, you div.”

he looked over at his curly haired brother, “i don't know. there’s so much left to do.”

harry smiled, “and you know you both want to do them together, so what’s the hold up?”

tom shrugged, “just waiting for the right time, i guess.”

“oh c’mon,” harry laughed, “we all know that it’s always been you. has been ever since she was eight years old. even mum has a bet with dad going on about how long it’ll take you.”

tom chuckled, sipping his coffee before turning to his brother. his cheeks turned a light shade of pink, trying his hardest to keep his secret.

his dirty little secret? he already had a ring. he just needed to pick the right time.

“i’m just gonna see where we’re at when she graduates this spring,” he said, “and then go from there.”

harry nodded at his eldest brother, patting his shoulder, “for all of our sakes, please don’t keep us waiting too long. it’s the most anticipated wedding of the whole family.”

he laughed as harry smirked, making his way back up the wooden steps. as if on cue, you and tess walked back into the house. he smiled at you as you made your way into the kitchen, it was obvious he was staring but he didn’t care.

“what?”

he shook his head, “nothing,” he let you lean into his chest as he wrapped an arm around your back, “ready look at our potential future home?”

you nodded, a smile plastered on your face, “of course.”

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the showing went really well, the house was damn near perfect. it wasn’t far from where he was currently living, had a big backyard for tess to roam around in, had a great open floor plan for entertaining all your family and friends.

it literally checked all the boxes. everything you and tom wanted in a home. however, it would take a little bit for you to be granted uk citizenship, so you decided to sit on it a little.

part of the whole thing made you a little bit nervous, like how long it would take for you to be able to officially be granted citizenship? would the house of your dreams still be available? how would you move all your things over?

tom noticed how quiet you had gone on the car ride home, placing a hand on your knee. you were pulled out of your trance as you looked over at him with a gentle smile.

“you okay?”

you nodded, “mhm, just thinking.”

he nodded, “about anything in particular or…?”

you shrugged, “not really, i guess. just life. how fast everything is changing, it’s like i can't keep up mentally at the moment.”

“we could always wait a little longer for the move-”

you shook your head, cutting him off, “no, no, i want to move. i want to move over here as soon as i can, it’s just going to take a little bit of getting used to, y’know?”

he nodded, “i do.”

you brought his hand up to your lips and kissed his knuckles, smiling as he squeezed your hand.

“i love you.” you said, the cool metal of his ring pressing to the inside of your fingers as he held your hand again.

“i love you more.”

another beat of silence before you spoke up, “god, i don’t want to go back to new york city.”

he chuckled, “think of it this way,” he said, “after the holidays, i’ll be there for filming and we get to spend a few months together. a little trial run of living together, y’know?”

you nodded, “yeah,” you smiled, “i suppose you’re right.”

“always am, love.”

you shoved his shoulder softly, laughing. you couldn’t wait to spend all the time in the world with him.

you checked your phone, your social media popularity still buzzing. you did your best to try to ignore it, but you couldn’t help but be curious.

you hadn’t talked to shawn ever since he posted that photo. you didn’t know what to say to him, to be honest. you didn’t want everyone to think that you were his girlfriend who was also seeing tom holland, but what else could you do?

unless…

“hey,” your voice broke the silence for the third time on this car ride, “i’m going to say something possibly a little crazy and i’m gonna have to have you hang with me for a second.”

he cocked a brow, “what’s that?”

“post me,” you said, “post whatever picture, or pictures i guess, you want. make it clear that i'm yours and that you’re mine.”

he looked over at you, “you sure you want to do that right now?”

“how else are people supposed to get over the whole fake love triangle they think we’re in?”

“i don’t know,” he sighed, “i just don’t want any more backlash to come your way.”

“fuck anything negative someone has to say,” you said, “i love you. i’d scream it from the rooftops if i had to. you’re mine, and i'm yours. for my own sake, i need everyone to know that.”

the car was silent for a few seconds as tom was contemplating his answer.

“okay. i'll do it.”

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💌  beings my tagged list has gotten so long that tumblr literally won't let me add it, the tagged list is temporarily closed until i can figure it out. in the meantime, be sure to follow and turn on notifications for @toms-gf to be notified whenever i post imagines :)

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[waitimcomingtoo]

SLUT!

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

synopsis: if they call you a slut, you know it might be worth it for once

chapter one: and I know you heard about me

chapter two: you must like me for me

chapter three: you and me would be a big conversation

chapter four: they took the crown but it’s all right

chapter five: don’t say I didn’t warn you

chapter six: if a man talks shit then I owe him nothing

chapter seven: if he drops my name then he had it coming

chapter eight: dying to see how this one ends

#peter parker imagine #Peter Parker college au #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x y/n #complete #completed series

[cameronspecial]

Masterlist

Welcome to my writing! Hope you find what you are looking for and if you don’t, then requests are open but I only really look at them for inspiration so no guarantees it gets written! Also just comment or send me a message if you want to be a part of any of my taglists.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ she-devil

╰┈➤ ❝ summary ❞

you, y/n griswold, smart, spoiled, gorgeous, and the most popular girl at midtown. him…. peter parker. there’s not much else to say…. at least that’s what you think. so when your evident best friend, harry osborn, spills to you that peter parker told everybody he took your virginity, you spiral into a complex and confusing love-hate relationship with the boy you once had no idea existed.

she-devil; a malicious or spiteful woman.

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╰┈➤ ❝ pairing ❞ peter parker x fem!reader

╰┈➤ ❝ genre ❞ enemies to lovers (sort of)

╰┈➤ ❝ wordcount ❞ tbd

╰┈➤ ❝ status ❞ on going

╰┈➤ ❝ moodboards ❞ here

╰┈➤ ❝ warnings ❞ 18+, smut, dark themes, bullying (kind of), slut shaming, violence, underage drinking, drug use

╰┈➤ ❝ note ❞ if you have trouble “casting” y/n’s dad and brother, i imagine george clooney as ken griswold (dad), and gavin casalengo as georgie griswold (brother).

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ table of contents

i ➵ you… perv? (1.8k)

ii ➵ let’s make a deal (2k)

iii ➵ top secret (3k)

iv ➵ evil little thing (4.2k)

v ➵ stranger danger (2.2k)

vi ➵ speak of the devil (3.1k) *

vii ➵ make up, make out (

viii ➵ devil in disguise (

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ last updated june 5, 2023

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ next update tbd

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happy valentines parksborn nation, i have impulsively designed MCU Peter a Harry out of a pure love for post-NWH possiblities

#if you think that Peter doesn’t look like Tom enough then congrats i agree with you! #peter parker #harry osborn #parksborn #this is hopefully? eventually? going to be a series of parksborn fluff art but i simply don’t know when/if i will get to the other ones #but anyway!! i am deeply obsessed with this concept and am so fucking close to writing my own fic for it but idk if i have the strength #but the au is rotating in my head…. so many headcanons…. #digital art #spiderman #also fuck Tom holland for being hard to draw

[shellshocklove]

i want to forget | tom holland (series masterlist)

pairing/AU: university AU - modern prince!tom holland x female!reader

summary: getting paired up with crown prince thomas for a whole semester long history project, was not how you’d imagined your last year of university to go. especially as an opposer of the monarchy.

warnings: extended warnings will be given for each chapter, the chapters marked with * will contain smut. that means that those chapters are +18 and not suitable for minors!!!

a/n: never thought i would write a royal au in my life, but the idea wouldn’t leave my brain, so here it is i guess. there’s probably some inaccuracies when it comes to the whole royal thing, but whatever 🤷🏼‍♀️ feedback as a comment, in the tags, as an ask or reply is very much appreciated, and they make me super happy! i hope you’ll enjoy this little series! happy reading <3 (i’m still not a writer!)

playlist: god save the queen by sex pistols / riches and wonders by the mountain goats / free ride by nick drake / summer girl by haim / SGL by now, now / once more to see you by mitski / too late by the paper kites / lover, you should've come over by jeff buckley / first thing to go by hayley williams / no hard feelings by wolf alice

main masterlist

one

two

↳ blurb: presentation nerves

three

↳ blurb: sick bug

*four

*five

*six

epilogue

blurb: three years later

blurb: the wedding

*blurb: the reunion

blurb: the end

extras:

prince!tom video edit made by @cosmicryuz​ headcanon by @cosmicryuz​

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[sparklingsin]

peter parker x fem!stark!reader - college smau (completed)

preface: you like peter. peter might like mj but also you? mj likes harry but peter is her best friend. harry likes mj. harry and you hooked up once. college is complicated. having feelings for your closest friend is one thing but making a plan to get back at him should be your ticket to hell. but is it really evil, if it is all for love?

tags: fake dating, college shenanigans, fluff, (occasionally crude) humor, gen z texting, friends to lovers, chaos, idiot disease

intro. the MIT harem - meet the mains

C O M P L E T E D

i. crying wolf

ii. all is fair in love and war

iii. add fuel to fire

iv. up in arms

v. troubled waters

vi. fish out of water

vii. on the rocks

viii. all's well that ends well

a/n: first official smau! huge shout out to my love @justapurrcat for brainstorming with me and giving me amazing ideas! (FC for harry is manu rios)

#tom holland x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #peter parker smut #peter parker smau #peter parker text #peter parker social media au #peter parker fluff #peter parker series #mywriting #smau*

[sadisticsongbird]

countdown ~ tom holland

summary: the ticking numbers on your arm only match one other person’s in the world. before the timer runs out, you have one mission: true loves kiss. but what happens when your soulmate doesn’t believe in the one?

warnings: swearing, angst, smut in future chapters (this is an 18+ fic), specific warnings will be given for each individual chapter

word count: ???

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i. ain’t no cryin’ in the club

ii. a heroic distraction

iii. dreamin’ dreams of you (july 28)

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[love-strawberry]

i'm happy, isn't that great

summary : in which she's writing love songs and adopting cats with the love of her life.

pairing : harry styles x reader (past), tom holland x reader

warnings : language

author's note : here you go, part iii!!!! hope you all like it!!! <3

tagged : @0oolookitsme @qualitygiantshoepsychic @ellora-brekker

lose you to someone else i

lost you to someone better ii

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y/n_ i love you tom, but you're an idiot <3

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username and yet i still thirst for him

username he's so adorable!!

tomholland2013 you promised you wouldn't laugh :(

-> y/n_ consider this payback for eating my muffins last week

hazosterfield he's so stupid like how is he still alive?

username i love you, tom buttttttttt you're a massive dork. and stupid but cutely

samholland1999 lemme guess, he didn't listen to you when you said that he should use a guitar pick?

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lifeisahola yet he still looks so beautiful

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tomholland2013 we have three cats now and here's how this conversation went

y/n : you know what better than one cat? two cats. and what's better than two cats? three cats :) me : ...

anyways, meet casserole (caz for short), marshmallow and cookie and yes, marshmallow and cookie are lovers 😌

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username i love them so much

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zendaya pulling over rn open the fucking door

username i've only had caz, marshmallow and cookie for 28 minutes but if anything happened to them, i would kill everyone on this site and then myself

username marshmallow!!! and cookie!!! and ofc caz!!! i love so much my lord

hazosterfield y/n and tom who? marshmallow and cookie is the ultimate ship 🚢🚢

username AWWWWWWW

username imagine tessa playing with them

username caz looks so happy in that pic

robertdowneyjr perfect, i'll be over for dinner with susan to meet my grandchildren

y/n_ i love my babies 🦋🦋

-> tomholland2013 they love you too, im sure, they've been following you like mama cat since yesterday

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harryholland64 i'm coming over asap to meet my nephew and nieces

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harrystyles loved you once out now. hope you all like it x

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username my heart </3

username "i loved you once and i'm still dealing with it" ouch-

username "i look for you in everyone and search for myself in every mirror, i'm afraid i won't find anyone" stop making me cry

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username "called out your name and your silence answered it for me" woah

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y/n_ "not good at being friends" out now!!! so so so fucking stoked to release this song, i hope you all like it!!! i would say that the inspiration behind this song is tom but i would be lying, so zendaya, the love of my life, this one is for you <3 ily

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username "so tired of just sitting at the opposite ends, guess we aren't just good at being friends"

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zendaya AKAKKSHDHSKAKDHDJS I LOVE YOU BITCH WHY TF ARE YOU WITH TOM?!

username "sunlight on your eyes and i fell in love a hundred times"

username we went from "i stayed up all night looking at moon cause of you" to "you makes my nights with you feel so right"

username she went from writing songs about heartbreak to writing songs about love

tomholland2013 ouch... buT I'M SO PROUD OF YOU I LOVE IT I LOVE YOU

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samholland1999 so proud of sister-in-law <3

username "i used to think i'd never have the screen love but i feel like we're in a picture of our own"

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[jasntodds]

Summary:

Pairing: Bartender!Tom Holland x Reader

You want a relationship and Tom wants to find his “one person.” The want to not be lonely left you both going on a string of bad dates. And you both had your usual spots you would go to sulk about it but, as a coincidence would have it, your spots are closed on the same night leading you both to same exact diner. And as another coincidence would have it, your server serves you each other’s meals, leading the two of you to meet.

Not a soulmate AU but inspired but the red string of fate theory.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of getting cheated on previously, alcohol use, there’s blood in like one chapter (I can’t help it)

A/N: I said I thought about this fic for over a year and here we are lmao decided to finally write it. I haven’t been this excited or happy with a series since Forever so I hope you guys enjoy it as much I do!! 

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↳ status: CANCELLED

Chapters:

Chapter 1 - Coincidences Chapter 2 - Date One Chapter 3 - The Setup Chapter 4 - Atlas (coming Nov. 25) Chapter 5 - Date Two Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 Chapter 9 - Petrichor  Chapter 10 - Oh, There’s The Trauma Chapter 11 Chapter 12 

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I don’t know Tom personally nor I own him. What’s written is just fiction and should be thought of as such. I’m essentially using him as a nameclaim and faceclaim. I’m creating a character and just using his name and features for details. I do not directly associate Tom with any ideas used in my writing. It’s used for entertainment and fictional purposes only. I do not directly associate the actions, activities, or emotions with Tom himself. He is being used here as a character should be thought of such.

#tshwritersnet #tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland x yn #tom holland imagine #tom holland series #bartender!tom #bartender!tom holland #tom holland au #tom holland fanfic #tom holland prompts #tom holland x you #the lucky ones #masterlists

[userholland]

getaway town ✧ t. holland series

genre: summer love, strangers to lovers, domestic/fluff, mutual pining, light smut

pairing: actor!tom holland x female!reader

summary: tom needs time away from the city and a break from acting so, he travels to a nice lake house in upstate new york for the rest of the summer (without having his cover blown). he finds the peace and quiet refreshing, along with his trips to the local market where he's met with a beautiful smile from the girl behind the register.

status: posting every friday night! eastern time.

a/n: this fic series was inspired by songs from taylor swift’s 1989 album (tbh). i didn’t listen to her before, but this album was such a summer vibe that it gave me ideas to think of something like this ♡

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

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#tom holland #tom holland series #tom holland fluff #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland x female!reader #strangers to lovers #summer au #let me know if anyone wants a teaser !

[lnfours]

summer loving (eleven) ⎸t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 3.8k

⌙ warnings: this chapter kind of jumps around a lot, but it’s a fun one. mentions of drinking, a little bit of language, a hint to smut if you squint, and just pure fluff. im crying rn. i love these two so much. only one more chapter to go 🥺

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

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before you knew it, you were back in new york city. back in the city that no longer felt like home. nothing felt the same as being with tom, in london, your new home. 

before you left, he made sure to help you with getting started on the citizenship process. it took longer than you both thought, but you knew it’d be worth it. all the time it would take would pay off as soon as you were back with tom.

you were back in your room, your unwritten final essay doc untouched. you had to write a personal essay about something that made a surprisingly positive impact on your life, something that was unexpected but it made your life better. you had been staring at the doc for what seemed like hours, trying your hardest to think of something that’s happened that would make a good 2,000 word essay. 

you huffed, taking defeat as you picked your phone up. you opened your instagram, the notifications popping up at the top bar now becoming a welcoming sight. it had taken a little while, but you had gotten used to it. 

you went to the search page and typed in tom’s name, smiling as you clicked on the post he had made a week or so ago. the pictures were from new years eve, the both of you smiling as harry snapped the photos. you were laughing in his arms, head tilted back as he pressed his lips to your cheek. your glass of champagne was resting behind his head with your arms wrapped around his neck, his was sitting in the hand that belonged to the arm wrapped around your waist. 

you read over the caption, smiling to yourself as you replayed the memory over and over again in your head; 

alexa, play new years day by taylor swift

you laughed at the memory, remembering how you had the song basically on repeat that night and the day after. after the third time you played it through the speaker in the kitchen, he was singing and dancing with you. you even caught a glimpse of him adding it to his spotify playlist. 

you had finally talked to shawn about the story he posted and told him about how you were upset over it. he realized he had messed up and apologized, but you told him to give you some space. he agreed to give you space, and the two of you hadn’t talked since.

you didn’t know if it was for better or for worse, but you were back to being content with how your life was going. the unexpected becoming a positive impact.

that’s when it hit you, locking your phone and tossing it down on the mattress beside you. your fingers danced over the keys on the laptop, typing out the introductory sentence to your essay.

i never really expected to fall in love with my best friend, but it became a surprising plot twist in my story that positively impacted my life. a plot twist that i wouldn’t change for the world.

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spring

“we now proudly present to you, the graduating class of 2023.”

you stood with your graduating class, smiling as people clapped and cheered. you swallowed the lump in your throat as you spotted your family in the stands, smiling and waving. you locked eyes with a pair of brown ones, his hands over his mouth as he hollered.

you formed your hands into a heart, putting it up in the air. he did the same gesture back, your heart skipping a beat.

after the ceremony, you found the group and was immediately pulled into a hug by your mother. you laughed, smiling at her as she squeezed you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe.

“my little girl, so grown up!”

you smiled, “i’m always going to be your little girl, mom.”

“i know,” she wiped the tears from under her eyes as she pulled away, your brother next in line for a hug.

“proud of you, kid.” he said and you laughed at the nickname, knowing you’d never outgrow it no matter how old you got. you were always going to be ‘kid’ to your older brother. 

the holland family was next, nikki and dom pulling you into a group hug. your heart squeezed as nikki handed you a beautiful bouquet of flowers, “congratulations, honey.”

you thanked them, moving onto the three holland brothers. they all tackled you in a hug, the twins rustling your hair after paddy took off your cap. you laughed with them as they congratulated you, their happiness radiating off of them.

and lastly, it was tom’s turn. you turned to him with a smile as he opened his arms for you. you hugged him tight, your feet being lifted off of the ground as he spun you around in his arms. you laughed into his neck, smiling so big your cheeks started to hurt. you were pretty sure you heard the snap of nikki’s camera in the background, but you didn’t care.

all that mattered right now is that you were finally in his arms.

you pulled away from the hug, running a hand over his short curls, “you were finally able to cut your hair?”

he chuckled, “while i was home, yeah.”

you smiled up at him, everyone softly laughing as they watched the two of you with love-filled eyes. 

“i uh, have something for you.” he said, fishing a small box out of his pocket. your heart rate picked up, watching as he fiddled with the box in his hands. 

you sent him a questioning look, “what is it?”

he handed the white colored box to you, “open it and find out.”

you took the box from him, trying to hide the fact that your hands were a little bit shaky. you untied the ribbon, lifting the lid to the box. inside sat a silver key.

you looked up at him, tears threatening to spill, “is this…?”

“the key to our house,” he smiled, “i may or may not had put an offer in on that house when you left london back in january. i’ve been keeping it a secret since the middle of february.”

you let a tear fall down your cheek, a smile still on your face. your heart soared. you didn’t know what to say, you were left speechless. 

“everything you’ve been shipping to the old house in london the boys have been taking over to the new house. everything's waiting for you, darling.”

you didn’t say anything, just immediately crashed into him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. he tugged his around your waist, pulling you as close as humanly possible. 

your mom stepped in, fishing an envelope from her purse, “and this came for you in the mail at the house this morning.”

you pulled away from tom, grabbing the manilla envelope from your mother. you opened it, fishing out the papers. you quickly scanned over the first sentence. 

‘dear ms. y/l/n, congratulations on your uk citizenship!’

you looked around at your family, the people you loved. everything was finally falling into place. everything you ever wanted was coming true right before your eyes. 

you were pulled into a group hug by everyone, smiling happily. for once, you felt like everything made sense, like everything happened for a reason. 

“can we go get something to eat? i’m starving.” austin’s voice broke through the silence. everyone laughed, pulling away.

“yeah, me too, let’s go.” harry nodded. everyone got ready to leave the ceremony. you felt tom link his arm with yours, a smile still on his lips.

“so, we have to talk about the decorations for the house.”

“whatever you want, love,” he said, “you can paint the walls whatever color you want, put as many fake plants as you want, as many books, i don’t care. whatever makes it feel like home.”

you smiled up at him, “shouldn’t be too hard, then. wherever i’m with you feels like home.”

he squeezed your hand as he happily smiled back at you, “i love you.”

“i love you most,” you smiled, his arm wrapping around your neck as you snaked yours around his waist, pulling you into his side as much as he could, “but now that you mention it, how about navy blue for the master?”

he laughed, “sounds good, baby.”

the next couple of days had flown by. tom helped you pack the remainder of your things into suitcases, and before you knew it, you were handing your key to the landlord. kat was waiting outside for you, her things had been moved out and to her new place in new jersey over the last couple of days. she managed to find a gorgeous house that wasn’t too far from her parents, a great spot to come to if you ever needed a break from london. 

it wasn’t until she was pulling up to the doors at the airport that it hit you. you were leaving this place behind and starting a whole new life in london. 

a life where you’re madly in love with the boy you had a crush on since you were little. the boy who was the thing you wished for every birthday when you blew out your candles on your cake. the wish on every shooting star, every lucky penny flung into a wishing fountain. 

“please, text me when you land.” kat said, hugging you tightly. you smiled into her hair, laughing softly. 

“i will, i promise,” you said, “have fun back in jersey. promise me you’ll visit.”

she laughed, “i will, i promise.”

you pulled away, kat shortly pulling tom in for a hug, “and you, please take care of my girl for me.”

he smiled as he gently rubbed her back, “always, i promise.”

she smiled, the two of them pulling apart. you checked the time on your phone, sighing as you grabbed the handle to your suitcase. 

“ready, london boy?”

he’s gotten to the nickname by now. silently coming to terms with the fact that you’re never letting it go.

“the question is, are you ready?”

you smiled, “been ready my whole life.”

with one last final goodbye from kat, the two of you headed into the airport. you managed to get through to your gate quicker than you had imagined, the two of you sitting down by the windows. you looked out at the plane, toms hands rubbing your legs as you sat with them draped over his lap. 

“you know,” you said, catching his attention from his phone, “i never thought i’d actually be moving to a whole different country.”

he smiled, “and better yet, you get to live with the most handsome man in london.”

you laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder, “tom hiddleston is moving in with us?”

he snorted next to you, “ha ha, very funny.”

you smiled, leaning your chin on his shoulder. he looked down at you, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face. he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, a soft one, but it was filled with so much love.

“you know, now that we live together we can do whatever we want, when we want.”

you smiled as his nose brushed against yours, “keep your head out of the gutter, holland.”

he pressed a kiss to your nose, “c’mon, you don’t want to break in the new furniture with me?”

you laughed as he smiled, pushing his head away, “you’re disgusting!”

“i didn’t hear you complaining last night when i was-“

“now boarding group a on flight 338 for direct service to london.”

you smiled, “would you look at that? that’s our group.”

he got up with you, grabbing your things as you made your way into the line, “we’re not done with this conversation.”

you giggled, handing your passport and boarding pass to the flight attendant. she smiled at the both of you, letting you through to get onto the plane. 

and after what felt like the longest plane ride ever, you were in your new home. the city of london. the city that you never thought you’d be moving to, but couldn’t be happier to start a new life. 

the twins, haz, and tuwaine had picked you and tom up from the airport. all the boys made it known they were ecstatic about your arrival, pulling you into tight hugs and complaining about how much tom talked about you while the two of you were away. 

and after they dropped you off at your new home, the one that was perfect for the both of you to start this new chapter in, you smiled over at your loving boyfriend. 

“race you inside? last one has to pay for dinner.”

you shook your head, “no, i cant. your legs are too long, one step of yours is like two steps for me-“

you cut yourself off and started running towards the front door. he was quick to catch up to you, scooping you up in his arms. he somehow managed to get the suitcases onto the front porch before picking you up bridal style. 

“you’re a cheater!” he laughed, unlocking the door. you smiled in his arms as he carried you through the doorway. 

“you know you’re supposed to do this when you get married, right?”

his lips turned up in a smile as he shut the door with his foot, “who says this isn’t good practice?”

you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, your hands cradling his face. you smiled as he laid you down on the couch, his body hovering over yours. 

“have i told you how stunning you look? especially when i’m on top of you?”

your top teeth sunk into your bottom lip, “personally, i think i look better on top of you.”

he laughed, head dipping down to your neck as his lips ghosted over your skin, “guess there’s only one way to find out.”

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summer

your head laid on top of tom’s bare chest, his fingers brushing over the skin of your leg that you had thrown over him. he was absentmindedly scrolling through the different streaming apps to find something for the both of you to watch. 

you had started your job not too long ago, the company welcoming you with open arms. it was better than you could’ve imagined. everything was slotting together like pieces of a puzzle. everything made sense. 

your fingers danced along the lines of the indents in his abdomen. you two had been spending most nights tangled up in the sheets, not that either of you were complaining about, of course. 

your mind wandered, and before you could stop yourself, you blurted out the question, “do you ever think about having kids?”

he looked down at you, the shocked expression quickly dissolving as your eyes met his. you knew it was probably too soon to even talk about kids when the two of you werent even married, but you had offically been together for a little over a year now. the conversation had to happen at some point. 

right?

he placed the tv remote down on the mattress, giving you all of his undivided attention, “honestly, all the time. i like to think about having little tom and y/ns running around the house.”

you smiled, “how many?”

he shrugged, “how about you? how many kids do you want?”

you thought about it before speaking, “i think three is a bit much,” you said, “two is a good number. that way they’re not lonely growing up.”

he nodded with you, agreeing, “yeah, i want our kids to have siblings. gives me more of an army to keep picking on you with.”

you both laughed as you swatted at his chest. you pressed a kiss in the same spot shortly after, “i know we’re not married yet, but there’s nothing that would make me happier.”

he smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips, “should we practice some more? just so we know we’re really good at it when the time comes?”

you smirked against his lips, “y’know what they say, holland. practice makes perfect.”

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winter 

“can you please tell me where we’re going?” you giggled, holding onto kat’s arm as she led you through the park. 

kat had decided to come spend the week in london with you and tom, help you guys put the finishing touches on your new home. it was nice to see her, the both of you picking up right where you left off. 

the real reason she was here, unbeknownst to you, was because tom was finally going to propose. he had went over details with kat over facetime one day while you were at work. she had spent the past couple of days helping tom and the others with ‘operation engagement’, as harry called it. she had made appointments for the two of you to get your nails done, even convinced you to buy a really cute dress when the two of you went shopping yesterday.

you didn’t have a clue what was going on. quite oblivious, actually. 

she had you cover your eyes, making sure you weren’t peeking as she led you through the park tom had settled on proposing at. there wasn’t anyone around, the sun was stating to set. everything was going perfectly, as it should be.

“nope, you’ll see in a few seconds.”

you huffed impatiently. for some reason you were nervous about the surprise, your heart beating a little faster than usual. 

she led you to the walkway, a couple of feet away from tom. harry was off to the side with his camera, recording and ready to take pictures of the memorable moments. 

kat looked over at tom, waiting for him to let her know he was ready. once he nodded, she turned to you. 

“okay, you can open.”

you uncovered your eyes, immediately falling onto the path of candles that lit the walkway over to tom. you smiled, hand covering your mouth as you turned to kat. she smiled at you, laughing as she pushed on your shoulders.

“just trust me, this is good.”

you walked towards tom, a smile still on your face as he stood in front of you, “you look gorgeous, love.”

“could say the same to you, holland.”

he smiled, fiddling with the velvety box in his pocket as he started his speech, “i remember the first time we met. we were both 5 or 6, it was at the beach house. you were fun, sweet, and threatened any girl who made fun of the mole on my chin.”

you laughed, “i’ll still go beat her ass. that mole was adorable.”

he smiled at you again, “the point is, is that we were destined for each other since the moment we met. wether it was as friends or as partners, we were always meant to be together. one day, i was talking to my mom and i remember her saying to me that she’s always felt that you and i were destined for one another. ever since she laid eyes on you, she knew that you’d end up being apart of the holland family one way or another. and nikki holland is never wrong.”

you laughed as he continued, “i knew i was in love with you when we turned 20. that’s when it really hit me that maybe my mom was right, maybe you and i were supposed to end up together. but whenever i’d feel like it was the right time, something would always come between us. wether it was the other being in a relationship or something going on where i wouldn’t be able to be around because of filming, there was always something that prevented me from showing you how much i loved you. until last summer, even after trying to push you away because of how scared i was, you still stayed. you showed me what love is actually supposed to feel like. showed me that no matter what, you weren’t going anywhere. you and i were like infinity.”

you wiped the tear that was slowly falling down you cheek as he got down on one knee, holding the velvety box in his hand and opening it, showing you a beautiful diamond ring, “so, let’s show everyone else that we’re like infinity and then some. y/n, will you marry me?”

you smiled, immediately nodding your head, “yes. a million times, yes.”

he smiled back up at you as he got back up, slipping the ring out of the box and onto your left ring finger. you sniffled happily as he grabbed your face, kissing you sweetly. kat cheered on from the sidelines, harry snapping pictures before running up to congratulate you. 

after helping clean up the scenery for the proposal, you and tom drove back to your house. there were cars parked outside, meaning there were a bunch of people inside waiting for the future mr. and mrs. holland.

once you walked thorough the door, everyone cheered. you laughed, your fingers laced with tom’s as everyone congratulated you. you said your thank yous, finding your mom in the crowd.

you smiled, pulling her into a hug, “i suppose you were in on it, too?”

“of course i was,” she chuckled, pulling away as she brushed a hair from your face, “i’m so happy for you, sweetie.”

“thanks, mom.” you smiled. you moved to your brother next, who gave you a hug and ruffled the top of your head.

you swatted his hands away, laughing as he spoke, “my baby sister is getting married! congratulations, y/n.”

you smiled, “thanks, austin.”

you made your way through the house, giving hugs and being showered with love from everyone who’s been apart of your journey. you walked up to tom, who was with his family. you wrapped your arm around his waist, smiling as nikki’s eyes went large.

“there’s the bride to be!”

she immediately put her drink down and wrapped her arms around you, “i’m so happy for the both of you.”

you smiled, “thank you. for literally everything.”

“you never have to thank me, darling.”

you gave the rest of the hollands hugs, laughing with them before going off to find your group of friends. you smiled as harrison raised his arms, “there’s the happy couple!”

the rest of the group cheered, giving hugs and congratulating you, “thanks, guys. it means a lot.”

“sam, you owe me 20.” harry said.

sam rolled his eyes, fishing out his wallet as you laughed, “you bet on us?”

“no, just tom,” harry said, “i bet him that tom would marry you in the next year, sam said the next two to three, so he lost.”

tom laughed, slinging an arm around you as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “oh, sweet, sweet, brotherly love.”

the rest of the night was filled with happiness and laughter, everything you could’ve wanted. harry even showed you the photos he managed to take, making sure to put a reminder in his phone to send them to you when he got back home. 

tuwaine raised his champagne glass, smiling, “cheers to the soon to be mr. and mrs. holland!”

you smiled at tom, the both of you raising your glasses, “cheers!”

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Bound to You: Chapter Fourteen—Listen Before I Go

“If you need me Wanna see me Better hurry 'Cause I'm leaving soon” —Billie Eilish 

Summary: With Ida’s life on the line, (Y/N) is finally forced to come face to face with the demon in her court. The resulting battle is calamitous.

Word Count: 10.5k

Warnings: ANGST, SMUT, major character death, mention/hint of sexual assault, hostage situation, typos, depictions of grief

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You had the letter crumbled in your hands now as Tom spoke, trying to explain what his plan was and how this had happened, but all you could hear was the blood rushing through your ears. All of his words turned to lies, all of his explanations turned to mere stories in your mind. You couldn’t be bothered to even listen to him; it wasn’t like he had listened to you. 

All you could feel was anger. Complete and utter outrage. You could feel your own face heat up as if it was being held beneath the sun. 

“(Y/N), please don’t cry,” Tom tried to soothe you, but Dahlia was already asleep in his arms. 

Seeing the tears silently fall down your hot cheeks was killing him. 

“I can—will fix this, m’love,” Tom said gently. 

“How did he even get her?” You asked sharply, “She was with Dahlia all day.” 

Tom’s frown deepened, “My mother said she saw her last when she went to the nursery to see Dahlia. She said she left the room and never came back.” 

“Take Dahlia to your mother,” you told Tom, “you and I need to talk about this and I have a feeling that this won’t be an easy conversation.” 

Tom looked down at the sleeping baby in his arms. He was hesitant to leave you here, worried that he’d come back and you’d already be gone. But he also knew that Dahlia was just a baby. She was too innocent to be privy to the conversation you and Tom likely would soon have. The venom you would spit was too harsh for her delicate ears. 

“Okay,” Tom nodded, “but please, don’t leave this room. Wait for me, (Y/N).” You didn’t even look up at him. Tears blurred your vision as your hands played with the ruined parchment in them. It was all you could do to keep them from shaking. 

Tom came back within minutes. He raced back to your room the minute his mother had Dahlia in her arms. He found you rummaging through his trunk of clothes, pulling out trousers and a white linen shirt one he would usually sleep in. No way would you be able to face Hawthorne in this god-forsaken corset.

“I have to go after her,” you stated, once you heard the door shut behind him, “I brought her here, now I have to save her.”

“No, (Y/N),” Tom protested, “you don’t have to do this alone.” 

“I do,” you insisted, “he said to come alone. He’ll kill her, Tom,” you looked over at your husband with fresh tears glistening in your eyes, “you know that he will.” 

“Tell me where to find him, I’ll send Ivy and her guards there—”

“No,” you shook your head, “you know I can’t do that. I can’t risk that—”

“But you’ll risk your life for this?!” Tom snapped, “Our entire future? You’d hand that over to him?”

“I have to do this,” you said quietly, “it’s not just about us, Tom. Ida deserves a future too.” 

“You’re not listening to me!” Tom yelled. 

“And you’re not listening to me!” You yelled back, “You haven’t been for a very long time, Thomas! That’s why we’re in this mess!” 

Tom squared his jaw and ran his hand over his face. He turned away from you and shook his head. He knew you were right. His failure to listen to what you had planned for your future is what brought Hawthorne to England. He was an easy target. He should have to pay this price, not you. 

“Tell me what to do,” he said quietly. 

“What?” 

“Tell me what I have to do to make you stay,” Tom turned back to you, tears running down his cheeks, “because I’d do anything, (Y/N).”

“Tom,” you set the clothes on the floor and walked over to him, “there’s nothing you can do,” you placed your hands on his cheeks and felt the wetness of his tears on your palms and between your fingers, “and that’s okay.”

This is exactly what he wanted to avoid. You sacrificing yourself over his mistakes. You paying the price for his incompetence. If anything happened to you, he'd never be the same. He knew that when he first fell in love with you. He could remember vividly thinking, if I fall for her, I’ll never be the same. Nothing will be as it was. And he was back then he was okay with that because he knew things would be better. Now, he could not hold the same optimism or sentiment for the path his story was taking. 

“(Y/N),” Tom wrapped his hands around your wrists, “you can’t take the money from the treasury. At least, not now. It would take days to get those funds. We may never even get them. Ida is just a chambermaid, the lords will likely not be willing the spare the expense. How are you going to do this alone?” You looked up at Tom and the look in your eyes said it all. “No,” Tom’s face fell deeper into sorrow and fear, “you can’t go, (Y/N).” 

“I have to,” you whispered, “when you go to the council and tell them he’s taken me rather than just some maid, they’ll be much more willing to give you the money. We just have to hope time is a luxury Hawthorne will grant us.”

“What if he doesn’t,” Tom snapped, “what if he takes you from me?” 

“Then you prepare for that,” you ran your thumb over his cheek to catch the new rush of tears that were coming, “and you tell Dahlia that I love her. You tell her every day—”

“No,” Tom pulled his head away, “I won’t. You’ll tell her yourself because you aren’t going.” 

“Tom, I have to. This is my duty, my responsibility—”

“Since when have you ever cared about those things?” Tom cried, “You never once cared about those in the past. Stop caring about them now and get back into that damn bed with me!” 

“You know I can’t just let this go,” you said quietly, trying to keep your own voice calm for the sake of your husband, crying in your arms, “if this were you, and it was Harrison or one of your brothers who had been taken, you wouldn’t hesitate—”

“You’re right,” Tom agreed, “I wouldn’t. But you would stop me. You would keep me safe and try to keep our future alive. That’s all I’m trying to do, (Y/N). That’s all I want.”

You looked at Tom sympathetically, “That’s all I want to,” you sniffled, “but I can’t build this future on Ida’s death. I can’t possibly think of our future when her life is on the line.” 

Tom nodded but the tears in his eyes didn’t cease. 

He let go of your wrists and quickly wrapped his arms around you. He rested his head atop of yours and didn’t speak as you both swayed.

“Just give me some time,” he whispered, “let me try to fix this. I can’t lose you. I just—I need time to think and plan—” 

His plea was so raw and torn. There was nothing else he could say or do other than beg for you to stay by his side. He felt hopeless and broken. Part of him wished he never showed you the letter, but deep down he knew it would have been worse to keep it from you and attempt to solve it himself. If Ida had died without you knowing she was even gone, you would’ve never forgiven him. 

You needed to trust him. This was the final test of your love and trust in him. 

“Tom…” you pulled away, “we don’t have the time now. Our time is up.” 

You turned to walk away, back to the task at hand: getting his clothes, changing, and then saving Ida. 

Tom wrapped his arms around you from behind. He moved your hair from your neck, exposing it to himself. He pressed kisses to your soft skin, a selfish attempt to break your resolve. 

“Please, m’love,” Tom sniffled in between kisses, “we have a future. I need that future.” 

He began to nip and suck at your skin as he spoke, “There’s a summer palace in Italy we can run off to. For a few months, it can be just us and Dahlia. We can have more children. We can have dozens. I want more children, (Y/N). I want it all with you. I want to give you the world.” 

His hands found the ties of your corset and began to undo them, “I want to grow old with you.” 

“Tom,” you turned around and placed yours over his, stopping him, “we can’t.” 

“Please,” Tom’s eyes were red and his cheeks were wet with tears, “please tell me you love me.” 

“I do love you,” you assured him, “more than I’ve ever loved anyone.” You pressed a kiss to his lips, savoring the taste of him, relishing in the fit of his lips against yours, before pulling away. “But I won’t choose you over saving someone who also means so much to me. She’s in danger because of me, Tom. I brought her here—”

“No, she’s in danger because of me. I did this, let me fix it.” 

You held Tom’s face in your hands, “you have to let me go.” 

“Please don’t make me,” Tom cried, a new batch of tears falling from his eyes at your words, “please, please…” 

You quieted him with your lips on his once more. You kissed him hard as tears gathered in your own eyes. You hated seeing him cry and you hated even more that you were the reason for his tears. Tom didn’t hesitate to kiss you back fiercely. He tangled his hand in your hair and used his other to finish loosening the corset he’d set to work on earlier. 

His mouth was hot against your skin as he moved from your lips to your jaw, and then down your neck. And the moment your corset was loose and undone, he moved to the tops of your breasts. 

“Tom,” you sighed, running your fingers through his hair as he pushed your dress down your body. 

He couldn’t stop. He was a man on a mission and his mission was to remind you of the love and passion the two of you share—the reason he could never let you go.

He removed his lips from your skin only to remove his own jacket and shirt. Once those were gone and his chest was bare, much like your own, he pressed himself to you again, to feel you close to him. He could feel all the blood rushing south. Just the thought of feeling you again after so long was making his head spin. 

He undid his belt and let it fall to the floor along with his sword and with that he shoved his pants down as well, freeing himself. 

He pushed you down onto the bed and fell atop of you, kissing his way down your body until he was placed between your legs. 

“I’ve missed this,” he sighed, breathless from merely the look of your weeping heat, “I’ve missed having you like this.” 

“I’ve missed it too,” you breathed out as Tom began licking your pulsing bud, tasting your sweet juices. He moaned into you as your closed your legs around his head. It’d been so long and you were so sensitive. 

Before he could really even get into it, you flipped yourself over into a position where you were straddling his chest. Tom chuckled at your change of dominance. 

“I want you like this,” you said gently, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“Whatever you want,” Tom hummed, rutting into you with his length against your leg, “as long as you stay.” 

You worked your way down his body, licking and kissing each divet in his sculpted torso. You did love him, more than anything, and you want him to feel that love. You wanted him to feel worshipped. 

You slithered down until your knees hit the floor and you were between his legs, length in your hand. You pumped him with one hand, tearing soft grunts from his lips. He bit his thin lips in an attempt to keep the noises in as to not disturb the baby sleeping soundly on the other side of the bed. 

Tom’s eyes were shut and his face was scrunched in a beautiful scowl and his eyebrows furrowed with pleasure. You bent down and enveloped his head into your hot mouth, making him hiss. 

“(Y/N),” he moaned, abs clenching as you sucked him in. He ran his hands through your hand, holding you to him. You released him and rose to the bed, straddling his thighs, keeping his cock in your hand. 

“I love you,” you peered down at him through hooded eyes as you sunk onto him, drawing his length in your wetness. Tom grunted and placed his hands on your hips, giving him a squeeze. 

“I love you more,” he sighed, sitting up to capture your lips as he began thrusting into you from below. 

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Tom slept peacefully with you in his arms. He always slept better with you around. These past few months had been filled with sleepless nights and dreamless slumbers, so to have to wrapped in his arms after having you in a way he hadn’t in so long, sleep came naturally. 

But you didn’t sleep. 

Instead, you savored these moments in his arms as though they would be your last. You pressed kisses to his hand, one for each knuckle, before moving to his face. You counted his freckles like you so frequently used to do. You missed that—the counting of the stars upon his face. How could you have taken such scattered beauty for granted? 

You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, just below his eye. His eyes fluttered behind the lids, but he remained asleep, just as you needed him. 

The sad thing was that you did want to stay with him. You could feel your heart clench looking at how small he was. Hearing his pleas for you to stay nearly broke your resolve. And now, laying on the bed, vulnerable and at peace, he looked like a child that you were abandoning. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “Forgive me, my love.” 

You got out of bed and replaced where you were with a pillow for Tom to hold. You were dressed in his clothes; a white shirt and trousers. Something simple and easy to move in. 

You had a plan of your own. Reckless as only you knew to be. 

Looking back at Tom, you knew what you were doing would hurt him. There was great potential for loss here. But the risk was one you had to take—a sacrifice you were willing to make for Ida. Furthermore, it wasn’t solely for Ida—it was for yourself as well. You had a demon you needed to face. It was time to stop hiding away. 

Looking at Tom made your heartache, knowing that this battle with the demon in your court may not end well, knowing that you might leave him, the one thing he begged you not to do. Tears sprouted in your eyes as you sighed out a shaky breath. You walked over to him one last time and pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the warmth and the gentle thumps of his beating heart. You pulled your hand away and wiped your tears. Now was not the time for them, now was time for you to be strong. 

You went to your desk and pulled a piece of parchment out and began writing. 

Tom, 

I’m sorry I left. I hope you know how much it pained me to do so. I pray that we will see each other again when this is all over. I pray that the future you envision for us comes to pass. I pray for that as I write this, and I shall pray for it as I make my way to Hawthorne. 

If we never see each other again, just know that I have only one regret in this life, and that is not loving you sooner. I feel as though I wasted precious moments I could have spent loving you, hating you. In our next life, I promise not to make the same mistake. 

With that same thought in mind, you must tell Dahlia every day how much I loved her. Make sure she can feel my love. 

Hawthorne will be at Arthur’s grave. It’s his last cruel jest towards me. Meet us there with the gold if you should get it. 

With all my love, 

(Y/N)

You left the room quickly, in fear that staying any longer would keep you from the task at hand. 

“Your grace,” A guard stationed outside of your door stopped you immediately. He noticed the clothes you wore and the sword in your belt and a worried look formed in his eyes, “you can’t leave this room unaccompanied, I have direct orders from the king—”

“That’s ridiculous” you cut him off, “I shall traverse in my own home on my own terms.” 

“I must insist,” he grabbed your arm. 

“Unhand me,” you pulled away harshly, “before I take that hand from you as well as your titles. Who do you take orders from?” 

“The king, your grace.” 

“No,” you shook your head, “you take them from me, your queen. Now, you will stay stationed at this door and you will let me go in peace. Is that clear?” 

The guard hesitated, but your unwavering stare and self-assuredness convinced him to concede, “exceedingly, your grace.” 

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“Your grace,” the guard at the door of Nikki’s chambers shrouded worry as he took in your appearance. The outfit accompanied by a sword at your side, “you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. Where is his grace, King Thomas?” 

Not again, you thought. Though, you had to commend your guards for being so painstakingly cautious and aware of what they were doing, even if it made your tasks harder. 

“Asleep in our chambers,” you said curtly, “I‘ve just come to see my daughter.” 

“Alone? You should have accompaniment. Where’s your chambermaid?”

“I don’t need accompaniment,” you said simply, brushing past him and opening the door for yourself. 

Nikki was sitting by the fire with Dahlia in her arms, peacefully sleeping. She herself looked worn from the day’s stresses as her eyes drooped. 

“Nikki,” you whispered to her. 

She turned and furrowed her brows before registering who had spoken her name, she smiled as your face came into focus in her vision. 

“(Y/N)?” she whispered back, “what are you doing here? And dressed like that…?” she trailed off as she studied your attire. 

“I just wanted to see you,” you said quietly, “and her.” 

Nikki handed you Dahlia as you took a seat on the cushy chair beside her, “She’s precious,” she smiled softly at you, “you’ve got a perfect angel there. If only I had been so lucky.” 

“Lucky?” you chuckled, “You had four strong-headed boys, if only I should be so lucky. I love my daughter more than life itself, but Tom is right, we should try for more. There is security in numbers.”

“Boys are trouble,’ Nikki sighed, “though, I’m sure you’d have no trouble at all,” she smiled warmly at you, “you always handled my boys with such…passion.” 

You smiled back, “You mean aggression?” 

“Whatever you did, it got the job done,” Nikki chuckled, “especially now, in such times of sorrow and suffering. My boys look to you for comfort, but also they look after you. You did something to all of them—it’s something you seem to do to all the people you meet; you make them care. You ignite passion and fire—the same you have on your own, you share it, and spread it. You’ll be the best queen there ever was, (Y/N),” Nikki reached for your hand, “I know it.” 

“Nikki,” you said softly, eyes sparkling at her words, “I’m nothing special—”

“You are to me, and to my boys, and to your girl there, though she might not know it yet,” Nikki smiled down at the baby in your arms, “and that just covers my world, so imagine how special you are to all the people in yours.” 

ou let out a sigh as you rocked Dahlia in your lap, “You’ll always be there for her though, won’t you? To watch over her and make sure she grows up to be a good ruler.” 

“Of course,” Nikki said slowly, “but you’ll be there for her too. There’s nothing that can replace the love of a mother.” 

“You could,” you looked up at Nikki, “your love was better than my mother’s ever was. I wish you were my mother.” 

Nikki cooed and stood up. She hugged your head to her chest and stroked your hair, “I am your mother,” she smiled, “and I love you very much.” 

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You left Nikki’s chambers close to tears, knowing that there was a chance you’d be leaving your daughter behind. Nikki was right, nothing would be able to replace you in her eyes, and perhaps it was selfish of you to deny her a chance at your love. 

But Ida needed you and Hawthorne needed to be dealt with. You were done hiding in your chambers like you had for the majority of his stay in England. You were ready to face him and whatever evil was behind that man. And if tonight would be your last, then you’d be sure to drag him to hell with you. 

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Ida was just waking up, a bruise over her cheek and an ache in her jaw to truly set the tone of the trouble she had found herself in. Hawthorne was pacing around, reciting the prayers of the lord he could remember to himself. 

Ida was bound and tied to a tree. Her immediate struggle clued Hawthorne in on her consciousness, prompting him to come towards her. 

“Do not be frightened, little one,” he said quietly, “this is not your fight,” he shined his lantern in her face and held up a piece of bread, bringing it close to her lips. 

Ida spat at him, “you snake! You filthy, dirty, snake! They’ll have your head for this!” 

“Hm,” Hawthorne hummed, “you are much like (Y/N). It’s as though her own personality has rubbed off on you. You two must be close. That is good, that means my assessment is correct. So fear not, wench. Help will be arriving soon.” 

“No,” Ida shook her head, “They won’t come for me. No matter what it is you asked of them, I am not worth the risk. You'll be dead by daybreak, as you should be,” Ida sneered. 

“For someone so close to (Y/N), you seem to know nothing of her loyalty,” Hawthorne scoffed, forcefully showing the bread into Ida’s mouth, muffling her insults and screams, “Yes,” he said as he rose again and looked out towards the castle, where you’d be coming from, “even for a poor wench like you, she is loyal. A terrible flaw; her Achilles heel.”

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It was sick of him to hold Ida captive at the graves of those you’ve lost. Past the large oak tree on the hill, through the field, and on the other side, where you laid to rest your loved ones. It was sadistic. That’s how you knew he’d be there. He wanted to remind you what he was capable of as he held Ida captive over Arthur’s grave. 

At the top of the hill, you could see him down there. He even had the nerve to wave at you. A friendly wave, beckoning you towards him. 

“Here she comes,” he smiled sinisterly, “our little queen.”

Ida wept when she saw you making your way towards the two of them. She wanted to scream at you to run back the other way, to leave her. To forget about her altogether and live your life. 

Hawthorne had untied her from the tree the moment he saw the light of your candle. He wrapped cloth over her lips to silence her cries before kneeling her in front of him, sword to her neck. 

“Your grace,” he proclaimed when you had made it within earshot, but it was mocking. It was a joke to him, the fact that you held such a title, “I see you’ve found us. My note made it to you alright I presume?” 

“I don’t have your gold, Hawthorne,” you stated, “I’ve only brought myself.” 

“That’s a shame then,” Hawthorne pressed the sword closer to Ida’s neck, causing her muffled cries to a crescendo. You could see the tears streaming down her cheeks glistening in the light of the lantern. 

“Stop,” you held your hand up, “please, I’ve come with a better offer.” 

“Speak then, before I grow tired of this distraction.” 

“For a man who claims to be a king, you clearly know very little about finances in the court,” you spat, “I would never be able to receive enough money from the treasury to satisfy you.” 

“Then why are you here?” 

“I wouldn’t be able to get the funds to spare her life,” you looked down at Ida, “but she can go back to Tom and get the funds to spare mine. It’s a simple trade.” 

“How do I know this isn't a trick?” Hawthorne accuses, yanking Ida’s hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck more to the blade. She yelped beneath the cloth over her lips, silencing her, “You’re a venomous snake, I hear.”

“If you don’t get the money, I die,” you explain, “you can finally rid yourself of me. Just let her go because you know deep down that this vendetta is ours, and only ours. And this is the only reasonable way you’ll get what you want.” 

“You’re a real bargainer, aren’t you?” Hawthorne clicked his tongue, “I could almost say I’m proud of you. Now get on your knees.” 

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“Help me! Help me, please!” Ida’s lungs were burning when she finally made it inside the castle. The edges of her dress were muddy and ruined and her face was red. Her eyes were puffy and her throat her as she screamed for help. 

Guards rushed to her side, one holding her up and she nearly collapsed in his arms, “M’lady,” he looked down at her, “what’s wrong.” 

“He has her,” Ida cried, “Hawthorne has her grace, (Y/N).” 

The three guards looked at each other, all silently knowing the direness of the situation. 

“Come,” the one that held Ida’s arms said, “we must tell the king.” 

The four of them raced off to Tom’s chambers. 

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“None of you stopped her?!” Tom yelled at his guards. He was livid when he heard that you had gotten away, slipping past all of them so effortlessly. Though it wasn’t just anger, it was fear. He could feel it in his gut. He had a lump of dread lodged there—if he were any weaker of a man it would have incapacitated him. 

“She’s our queen, your grace,” the guard stationed outside yoru chambers tried to defend himself, “I follow her orders as well—”

“No,” Tom snapped, “you follow my orders. Mine alone! She’s gone now because of you!” 

“Your grace,” Ida spoke up, “please, this isn’t solving anything. We must gather the council and get the money from the treasury. Hawthorne won’t wait past dawn.” 

Tom took a deep breath and motioned to the door, “Go then, all of you. Gather the lords and my brothers and have them meet me in the great hall.” 

They all left quickly, leaving Tom in his chambers by himself. 

For a moment, he didn’t have to hold it in anymore. The second the door closed behind Ida, he could feel the dam behind his eyes break. He fell backward onto the bed with a sob, muffling it in his hands. He held his hands over his face as he cried, pushing the palms of his hands into his eyes, grounding himself with the pressure. 

He hiccuped a few more cries and he wiped his eyes. His breathing was uneven as he rose from the bed and began getting dressed. And on his way to the trunk of his clothes is where is found your note, sitting neatly on your desk. 

He picked it up, his wet hands smudging the ink of your name as he read it. As he read, more tears fell onto the parchment, staining it with his sorrow. 

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“Why are you doing this?” you asked before Hawthorne could put the cloth over your lips. 

“You know why,” he said simply, “I have to get out of this country—”

“No,” you shook your head, “why do any of it? Why did you kill my father? He was a good man, he was good to you. I thought you cared for us.” 

Hawthorne placed the cloth over your lips and tied it tightly, causing you to whimper. He almost looked regretful to see what this had all simmered down to, but then he smiled, and the demon was back.

“You know nothing, little princess,” he dragged your body towards his and held you close, “I would think you of all people would understand that if you want something, then you should just take it.” 

You squirmed in his grasp as he sat and moved you to sit in his lap. Panic filled your eyes at his advances. 

“Shhh, don’t worry,” he snickered, “I’d never sully you like that. You’re just protecting me,” he explained, “in case your charming husband has the wise idea to shoot any arrows this way.” 

Hawthorne held your hair in his hands and began to play with it, “Remember how I used to braid your hair?” he asked as he began to plait it, “I was quite good at it, I think. Your mother always laughed though, whenever she saw my creations.” 

You shook your head, “Hold still, little princess,” Hawthorne chided, “or how else shall we pass the time?” 

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All Tom could think about was your body in a casket. Six feet under. Covered in dirt. Your eyes milky with death. Your hands cold and grey. Your lips frozen against his. He didn’t even notice that all the lords had arrived and were seated, all looking at him, wondering why he would call a meeting at such an ungodly hour. 

The calls of ‘your grace’ fell on deaf ears it would seem. So finally, Harrison placed his hand on his friend's shoulder, and addressed him as such, “Mate,” he squeezed Tom’s shoulder, “are you alright?” 

Tom looked up at his friend, his blue eyes familiar and comforting. His own eyes were red and tears were kissing the edges, threatening to fall over. 

“No,” Tom shook his head, blinking, letting the tears go, “Hawthorne took (Y/N),” he breathed out, “and I have to get her back.” 

Harry and Sam looked at each other, both of their faces had dropped the same. The room's murmurs ceased as the air grew thick. 

“What do you need from us?” Harrison asked. 

“Money from the treasury,” Tom said, “enough to appease Hawthorne.” 

The silence in the room was deafening. Tom’s heart constricted when nobody immediately jumped with their declarations of love for you, nobody immediately agreed that you were worth more than any sum of gold Hawthorne could want. 

“Ida,” Harry turned to the girl, still shaken up and bruised in the chair beside Tom, “where is Hawthorne?” 

“Just past the field at the end of the hill,” Ida said, “he’s alone.”

“Then I say we go after him,” Harry stated, “we don’t give into the demands of a madman. What would father say? If we let a man like that out into the world? He’s one cowardly man against a kingdom.” 

“He has (Y/N),” Tom reasoned, “I’m not risking him hurting her,” he shook his head, “I won’t—I can’t lose her—”

“Harry’s right,” Sam nodded, “(Y/N) would understand why we can’t just give him his money and send him on his merry way. She—” 

“She traded her life for mine!” Ida cried, “I don’t care if he’s just one man, he’s taking everything. He acts like he’s a god. I-I can’t let her sacrifice be for nothing,” she rose from her seat and began to walk towards the door, “if you need me for any more information on Hawthorne and how he has her, I’ll be with Dahlia, but I can’t sit here and listen to you talk about (Y/N), so ready to sacrifice her. She would have given her life for any one of you, and she did for me.” 

Ida slammed the door shut and Harry shook his head, he rose from his seat as well, prepared to get up to calm her down—

“Sit,” Tom ordered, “you can fetch her later, I still need your council here.” 

Harry reluctantly returned to his seat, “So what then? We give Hawthorne all of our gold and let him roam free? That’s not right.” 

“Let’s do both,” Harrison suggested, “let’s get him the money, get (Y/N) safe from him, and then dispose of him. It’ll be hard to see the setup he has, but that’s our best bet on getting her out alive as well as ridding the world of him.” 

The lords around the table all nodded and mumbled in agreement, but Tom was unconvinced. If somehow, this was to go wrong, and you were put at risk, he’d never forgive himself. He knew he’d never move past it. He could hardly stomach the thought of a life without you. 

These past few months, without your touch, he felt empty and alone, but at least you were still alive. At least he knew you were safe, you were warm to the touch still. Even if you only gave him the cold shoulder, even if your words were only venom dripping from your viperous lips, he still pick that over truly losing you. 

And then you told him you loved him. He held you in his arms again. He had you to hold again, and everything felt right, if only for a moment. And when he slept, he dreamt of you and Dahlia, out in the sun, singing melodies with smiles on your faces. He dreamt of you happy. He woke up happy. That was until he realized the reason for his slumber being invaded, and the moment his tired eyes met Ida’s frantic ones, his heart sunk, and it hadn’t risen since. 

“Ivy,” Harrison looked at the guard, waiting patiently by the door for her next orders, “how many men can you spare tonight?” 

“As many as you ask of me,” she said certainly.

“We’ll need men to surround where Hawthorne is, but they must stay far away enough to be undetectable. If he tries to run, we must make sure he doesn’t make it far,” Harrison got up and walked to a bookshelf in the corner of the room, one that held maps for any stretch of land in Europe. He came back and unrolled the map onto the table, “The trees over here will shield any guards,” he said, running his finger across the tree-line of the forest, “that’s about a quarter mile from the graves. You can circle your men throughout, so long as they’re under cover of these trees.” 

“What about here?” Ivy asked, pointing towards the hill and the large oak tree, the one that came right before the field. 

“I’ll be there,” Tom said, “with the money.” 

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“I never wanted to hurt Lola,” Hawthorne hummed as he braided your hair, “she was just…in the crossfire. Tough, I suppose she wanted to be involved, so in a way, she did it to herself.” 

Your response was muffled against the cloth pressed to your lips. 

“Oh, right,” Hawthorne lowered the fabric. 

“Lola was just a pawn,” you spat, “and even with her loyalty to you, you betrayed her.”

“Loyalty?” Hawthorne scoffed, “She sold me out the minute things went and got tough. You though, you hold loyalty well. Why is that, little princess?” 

“Because I, in return, am loyal,” you said, “I love my family and my people—”

“But still, you left your sister here to fend for herself in a dangerous court. She died alone, (Y/N). that doesn't seem very loyal of you—”

“I loved her!” you snapped, “Don’t you dare question my loyalty or love for her—”

“And your dear mother, I hear you’ve locked her up,” Hawthorne clicked his tongue, “to rot away in her chambers—”

“Stop it—”

“Now I will admit, your father, that was my own doing,” Hawthorne chuckled, “that was a crack in my loyalty. But at least I don’t preach myself to be so high and pious. I never claimed to be a good person, my little princess. And when I drove my sword through your father's back—”

You flung your head back hard, connecting with a resounding crack against Hawthorne's nose. You tried you squirm away, but Hawthorne recovered quickly, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you to him. 

“Fucking whore,” he spat, slapping the side of your head, hitting you right on the ear, and knocking you to your side. He kicked you in the face, chest, and stomach repeatedly. Everything started to burn, but at some point, right before he stopped, it all went numb before the endless aches came.  

You could taste the metallic sting of blood in your mouth and you could feel the aftermath of Hawthorne’s aggression in the way your head pounded. 

Hawthorne grabbed you by the hair and lifted you to face him. He crouched to meet your eyes and he smiled at his work, “You have your father’s eyes.” 

“Fuck you,” you spat blood onto his face. 

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“Mother,” Tom gently shook his mother awake. 

He felt like a little boy again, waking his mother up in the middle of the night because his head hurt, or because he had a nightmare. Although, this time, he was in a nightmare, and it was ever-present in his mind. 

When he was little, Dom would scold him for always running to their room every time he heard a bump in the night, but even his father couldn’t be too hard on the boy. The two of them always ended up in the kitchen at some ungodly hour of the night, eating sweets while Dom told Tom stories about when he was a boy. 

His father was gone now, and even if he wasn’t, eating sweets in the kitchen while he listened to him rambling, while a welcomed distraction, would not soothe Tom’s mind this time. Though, he would give anything to have just one more moment like that.

“Darling,” Nikki immediately saw the tears in her son's eyes, it was the first thing she noticed, “what’s wrong? Come here,” she opened her arms for him to crawl into. And though he didn’t fit anymore, the bulky man that he now was, he curled into her arms, as though he’d still sit comfortably. 

“(Y/N) left,” Tom sniffled against her shoulder, “and H-Hawthorne took her. And I can’t—I can’t think straight—” Tom began to heave sobs against Nikki’s nightgown. 

“Shh, shh, my darling,” Nikki cooed, though she too was now feeling the stinging prick of tears in her eyes and the hard clench of her heart. So that’s why you said all those lovely things tonight, she thought. You weren’t just assuring that Nikki would be there for Dahlia, you were asking her to be, “breathe.” 

Tom tried to take deep breaths but he could hardly get through one without it being cut off by his own choked sob. 

“She’ll be okay,” Nikki tried to assure him. 

“No,” Tom cried, “I—she won’t. I can feel it.” 

Nikki knew immediately what Tom meant. It was that dread he felt in his gut that had now consumed his whole body. The same she had felt the night before Dom died. It was all-consuming and inhabilitating, knowing that something bad was going to happen and feeling powerless to stop it. 

“Tom,” Nikki pulled away from the man crying in her arms, “you don’t know what will happen. You're not powerless in this.”

“I feel like no matter what I do, he won’t spare her.” 

“Have you called your lords? Your brothers?” 

“Yes,” Tom nodded, “they’re preparing now.”

“Okay, good,” Nikki placed her hand on her son’s cheek and wiped his tears with her thumb, “so what I’m hearing is, you did everything you could. No matter what happens from here, it’s not on you, my love.” 

“It is, though,” Tom cried, “she—she’s only with him because he took Ida, and he’s only here because I invited him into our home. He—he killed Arthur—” 

“I know,” Nikki hugged Tom’s head to her chest, “and he will pay for his sins. But his sins are not yours. Now, my darling, you must dry your eyes and put on your brave face. (Y/N) needs you. And if anything should happen to her, Dahlia will need you.” 

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Harrison ended up going with Tom, to help carry the sacks of gold down to the other end of the field where he was to meet Hawthorne. The walk there was mostly in silence, save for the crunch of their footsteps over leave and dry grass. 

“We need a rain soon,” Harrison noted, looking down at the brownish-colored grass beneath his boots. It was strange to have such dry weather in England, it almost felt wrong, but then again, there seemed to be a lot of things wrong in the English court as of late. 

Tom only hummed and trekked on. He kept his pace swiftly in front of Harrison. He was a man on a mission, and Harrison could hardly blame him for seeming so cold and focused. He would be the same way if the role in this was his to play. 

“I’m going to ask Ivy to marry me,” Harrison said suddenly. 

Tom stopped for a moment to look back at his friend, “You are?” 

“Mhm,” Harrison nodded, “with your blessing as our king of course. Ivy made vows that can’t be broken, but, I was hoping with your blessing, we could look past those?”

“A knight's code is very strict, Harrison,” Tom clicked his tongue as he continued on, “but, for you, I’d make an exception,” he smiled. 

“Thank you,” Harrison beamed, “I know things have been rough for her and me, but after the last few weeks in Norway, I’ve realized that I don’t want to be without her. I only hope she feels the same.” 

“If she doesn’t, then that’s on her,” Tom assured his friend, “but as for my end, you have my blessing and she will be pardoned of her vows to chastity.” 

“Keep your sword on you,” Tom said as they made it to the oak tree at the top of the hill. He squinted down to the edge of the field where he saw the light from the lantern and two bodies, one knelt before the other, “I see them.” 

“He here comes,” Hawthorne smiled widely when he saw the sacks Tom and Harrison carried, “our generous King.” 

He grabbed you by the hair and pulled you to your feet, holding you tightly in from of him. 

“Just take the money and go,” you pleaded as he held his blade to your throat. 

“I will,” he assured you, but we’re going to have some fun first.”

Tom’s stomach did flips when he saw you. His first emotion was relief; you were alive. That was all he could ever ask for. But then he noticed the blood on your brow, and how a trail of red spilled from your lips. He could see your eye dazed and puffy. 

“What did you do to her?” He asked quietly as he approached the two of you. 

“Only what she deserved,” Hawthorne smiled, holding your face with his other hand, “doesn’t she look better this way? So calm and submissive? I’m shocked this isn’t how you prefer her.” 

“Let her go,” Tom spat, throwing his sacks of golden on the ground, “you have your money and your freedom. Now—”

“Not so hasty, my friend,” Hawthorne chided before nodding down to the bags, “open them.” 

“What?” 

Hawthorne pressed his knife harder against your neck, causing you to gasp, “show me the gold.” 

Tom pressed his lips into a thin line and looked over at Harrison, who had his hand held to his sword. He gave him a small nod, signaling him to stand down. He bent down and began opening the bag, expecting to see the shimmering yellow of gold, but when he didn’t see it, he began to panic. Opening the back wider, he only saw the grey dullness of pebbles. 

Hawthorne looked over your shoulders, watching Tom’s face drop as he opened the bag wider. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly, “You can’t trick me, little boy,” he said. 

He moved the blade from your throat and held it behind your back instead, about to run it through. 

“Tom!” you cried, feeling the tip of the knife against your back. 

“No!” Tom yelled, jumping towards you, only for Hawthorne to press it further, drawing blood. He backed up and held his hands up, “Please, just—that wasn’t me. M-My brothers did that. They didn’t know—”

“Then her death is on them,” Hawthorne said simply, running the knife through your back until Tom could see the glint of metal peeking through your stomach.

Your scream was cut off by Hawthorne’s hand around your throat. But the pain burned. It felt like he did it so slowly, as though he was taking his time. Perhaps he was remembering all those years ago when he did the same thing to your father. 

He pulled the knife from you, letting the blood drip out from the gaping hole. You turned your head slightly, just to get a look at his face as he did this to you. And in his eyes, you saw nothing. Where so long ago you saw someone you trusted, you now only saw darkness. 

The minute he let go of your body for you to fall limp to the ground, you held onto the wound. You felt a gush of blood seep through your fingers. 

“No!” Tom yelled the second he saw that sinister smile on Hawthorne’s face, but he wasn’t quick enough. By the time he got to you, Hawthorne had thrown your body to the ground. 

Harrison was right on Tom’s heels, sword out and clutched in his hand. The minute Hawthorne saw it he started running the other way. Harrison threw the sword at him with all of his strength and anger and the blade found its home lodge through Hawthorne’s chest. 

Harrison ran to his body, flipping it over with his boots. He was dead. Dead at last, after taking far too many with him. 

He looked back, “He’s dead,” he called to Tom. 

Tom had your body gripped in his arms. He was on the ground with your head laying loosely on his shoulder. Your blood was seeping through his shirt and staining his hands. He squeezed his eyes shut, more tears falling from them each time, in a sorry attempt to wake up from this nightmare, but it was real. 

“Tom,” Harrison ran to the two of you. He knelt by your side and took your hand in his. He placed his hand on Tom’s shoulder as you offered him a sad smile, “I’m sorry,” he said, looking down at you. 

“Go get help,” Tom whispered through gritted teeth and frantic eyes. 

“But Tom—” Harrison tried, knowing that leaving would be futile. If anything, he would just gather an audience for your death. He wanted to say goodbye as well. 

“Go!” Tom snapped, “Or are you too fucking stupid?!” You were in his arms and you were getting colder by the minute. 

“Tom,” you whispered, scolding him even as you lay bleeding out in his arms, “please, don’t—”

“No,” Harrison said softly, “I’ll go, you’re going to be okay,” he smiled sadly at you, stroking your hair, “Ivy and her men are just beyond those woods, it’ll be quicker than running to the castle.” 

Tom nodded as Harrison pressed a final kiss to your forehead, “I’ll see you soon,” he said, but you could hear the crack in his voice. 

“Okay,” you nodded before he ran off. 

He let out a sob at your voice, so tired and worn. You were probably exhausted. He took your hand in his. 

“Tom, it’s okay,” you squeeze the warm hand in yours as hard as you could, but it wasn’t hard enough for Tom. 

“It’s n-not okay,” he cried, “Harry and Sam—they were supposed to put gold in there—” he was cut off by his own cries. 

“Don’t blame them,” you said softly, “please. Don’t let hate take refuge in your heart.” 

Tom sniffled and held your hand to his face. He wanted you to wipe his tears like you always did, but your hand was so cold and so limp. You could hardly move your fingers. You slowly moved your fingers against his cheek, catching the few tears that you could. 

You looked at him through the tears in your own eyes, “At least I get to see you one last time,” you offered him a small smile. 

“Don’t say that,” Tom held you closer, “one more time isn’t enough for me.” 

You got quieter as Tom held you, and though it had only been a minute, maybe two, he began to panic. 

“(Y/N)?,” he cried, “(Y/N)?!” 

“I’m here,” you said. You sounded so sleepy. You had lost so much blood by now. 

“Please don’t leave me,” Tom pressed a kiss to your hand, uncaring that they were stained in blood. He winced when he saw the scar on your palm. Your hand was facing upwards in his, and the two twin scars you both had were one it the same. They were your physical proof of each other’s love; the willingness to sacrifice for each other. 

“You,” your breathing was heavy and raspy, “take care of Dahlia,” you said, “I’ll take care of Arthur.” 

The sun was rising, making the sky a cold dawn blue. It fell over your face, highlighting the light in your eyes that was dying out. 

“No,” Tom shook his head, “this wasn’t supposed to happen,” he cried, “you were—we were supposed to gr-grow old together. I—I can’t live without you. Just hold on a little longer, please,” Tom’s tears streamed down his cheeks, dripping off of his chin and onto you. 

“I love you,” you sniffled, looking up at Tom. 

“Don’t,” Tom shook his head, “you can tell me that when we’re in bed and you’re okay. Don’t say goodbye to me.” 

“Tom,” your hand went limp in his, “I’m sorry.” 

“Stop it,” Tom cried harder as your eyes closed, “(Y/N)? Stop it, come on—(Y/N)!”

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Tom had never felt like this before. 

Not when Dahlia died, or when he thought Lizzie carried his bastard, or when you had hated him—every time you did so—, or not even when his dad died. Tom had never felt this emotion if it was only one. That was something he couldn’t pinpoint, nor did he give himself time to ponder. 

It was sadness, overwhelmingly so, and anger. It was emptiness and brokenness and nothingness. He held your dead body to him until Harrison came back with Ivy and her men, all of them. And they all got to see the king at his worst. 

Ivy, a woman who was usually so strong, so unmoved by the forces around her, fell to her knees at the sight. Harrison fell with her, hugging her from behind as she removed her helmet and cried. 

And when your body was carried back to the castle, everyone saw. 

The castle was bustling at the time, with lords and ladies getting ready for a start to their day, cooks getting the breakfast prepared, and maids running fresh linens to the rooms. Everyone stopped when they saw the entire king's guard returning with the king. They all gasped and fell to their knees when they saw the two bodies; one belonging to the queen. 

Harry and Sam knew, just by the look Tom threw their way, that he blamed them, despite what you had said. His eyes were red and puffy, and he could hardly look at them. When he did spare them a glace, it s quick and it held all the malice he could muster. 

Tom didn’t talk to anyone, he just went to the nursery and looked down at Dahlia, who was sleeping peacefully. She had no idea the pain that he was going through. She had no idea what she had just lost. He envied that of her. 

Nights were the hardest. Tom hardly slept, if he did at all. Every time he closed his eyes, every time he dreamed, for months, all he could see was your body, dead in his arms, all he could hear were your screams. All he could think about, day and night, was how he never said goodbye. He cursed himself for being too stubborn to tell you he loved you too. 

“Tom,” his mother sat on his bed. It had been a week since you died, “come on, my darling,” she was dressed in all black, and she too had held the pain of your death in her heart, “it’s time.” 

“I’m not ready,” Tom looked out the window at the oak tree in the distance. 

“You’ll never be ready, my love,” Nikki said sadly. She patted the spot on the bed next to her, “come on,” she said, “just for a moment.”

Tom sighed and sat next to her. He rested his head on her shoulder as he ran her fingers through his hair. 

“Her side of the bed is cold,” he sniffled. 

“I know,” Nikki said. 

“And I keep reaching over, thinking she’ll either be there or it will at least be warm again.” 

“I know,” Nikki nodded as tears fell down her cheeks, “trust me, I know.” 

They sat in silence until there was another knock at the door. “Come in,” Nikki called, wiping the tears from her eyes. 

Ida walked in with Dahlia on her hip, “Your grace,” she came over to Tom, “Dahlia has something to tell you,” she had a small smile on her lips. 

“You do?” Tom wiped his tears and reached for the baby, who held her arms out for him. He smiled as his daughter babbled in his arms. She was the only one he could muster a brave face for. 

“Come on, Dahlia,” Ida encouraged her, “can you say it again?” 

Dahlia looked curiously at Tom as he looked at her with hopeful, kind eyes, though they were red-rimmed and tired. She loved having all the attention on her. She giggled as Nikki cooed at her, pinching her chubby cheeks. 

“Mama,” she finally babbled out, causing more tears to spring to Tom’s eyes. 

“Oh, darling,” he said, hugging her to him, “good job, my sweet girl.” 

“Her first words,” Nikki smiled, patting her head gently. 

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The funeral was like no other held at the castle. Tom kept it small, only the people you knew and loved attended. Though all the people in England sent their condolences to the castle in the form of letters and gifts. The actual ceremony was just Tom, his mother, his brothers, Harrison, Ivy, Ida, and Dahlia. 

Instead of keeping you in the family tomb, he had you laid to rest next the Arthur and James, so you could take care of him, just like you said you would. He liked to think that that’s what you would have wanted. However, he put all of your personal possessions in the tomb, next to Dahlia’s grave. Your little Russian doll leaned against her casket daintily, always watching over her. 

“Tom,” Harry came up to his brother that evening at dinner. They hadn’t spoken since that night, “I’m sorry.” 

Tom shook his head before looking up from his plate, “Go away, Harry.” 

“Please, I didn’t know—”

“You should have listened to me!” Tom snapped, “She’s dead because of you.” 

Harry recoiled at Tom’s harsh tone, “I was just trying to do the right thing…” he said quietly. 

“Well, you didn’t,” Tom said, “you got her killed,” he glanced at Sam who was standing behind Harry, “you both did.” 

“Tom, please—” Sam pleaded with his other brother, but Tom just got up and stormed off to his chambers, ignoring the downcast glances from everyone at the table. 

Tom stayed in his chambers for the rest of the evening. It was the only place he could stomach because it was the only place he could be alone. If he was lucky, he could close his eyes and still smell your perfume, maybe he’d even trick himself into thinking you were actually there. 

But the room was devoid of your personal charm now, it even seemed dimmer than the last time he was in it just that morning before he had so many of your things moved out. The only thing he had left now to hold onto was the memories. The ones of you and him in this bed, making love. The ones of you and him giggling on the balcony in the early hours of the morning, taking in the cool summer breeze. The ones of you waking him up with your gentle caress of his face. That’s all this room offered him now. 

“Tom,” Ida didn’t even bother knocking, she knew it was futile that he’d even respond. 

“Get out.” 

“No,” Ida shook her head, “not until you listen to me.” 

“Nothing you say can make this any better,” Tom said dejectedly, “(Y/N) is gone.” it was the first time Tom had said it out loud and it sounded bitter on his lips. The words tasted like ash on his tongue. 

“She kept a diary,” Ida said, ignoring Tom’s moping, “she kept it under one of these floorboards.” 

“Why?” 

“It had personal things in it, things about her family, private thoughts, things she wouldn’t want to get out into the wrong hands,” Ida moved across the floor, stepping on all of the boards, and listening for a specific creak, “but you’re not the wrong hands.” 

Once she heard it, she got to her knees and began lifting the board, digging her nails under it, and pulling the plank of wood up. Inside was filled with dust and dirt and one lonely book. Ida picked it up and dusted it off, blowing on it and patting it clean before handing it to Tom. 

“How do you know about this?” Tom asked as he took the book in his hands. 

“She told me about it,” Ida said simply, “sometimes she’d read some entries to me when she was teaching me how to read and write. You won’t like all of them,” Ida warned him, “the first one is from when she first arrived from France, but anything after the wedding, I think you deserve to hear.” 

“Thank you,” Tom looked at Ida with tears in his eyes, “truly.” 

“Of course, your grace,” Ida nodded, “you deserve to know how she truly felt about you, through it all.” 

Ida left quickly after that and Tom opened the diary to the entry from the day you and Tom were wed. 

Although we were supposed to consummate our marriage last night, Tom did not force me to. I appreciate that from him. He told me at the alter that he would be whatever it is I need him to be, and last night, he was just that: a confidant. 

If only he were always such a gentleman instead of a brutish, frog-face—

Tom skipped to the entry from the night you first made love. 

Last night, Tom and I made love. I let him have me in a way I’ve never let anyone have me before. It was magical, extraordinary, and inconceivable. I’d never be able to describe it in words, just how lovely the experience was. And afterwards, he said he loved me. I didn’t say it back, I refused to, and perhaps that was a mistake. Because as I am writing this and thinking it over, I think I may harbor feelings for Tom that I’ve never once harbored for anyone before. I do not find him nearly as frog-looking as I did before. Dare I say, he’s the most charming man I’ve ever met. Perhaps I do love him. 

Then there was the entry from the night of his birthday party. 

My heart is shattered irrevocably. My punishment must finally be upon me for abandoning Dahlia in England, for today, my happiness was ripped from my grasp. 

Although the day began lovely, waking up in Tom’s arms, it ended horrifically. Lizzie Farley has claimed to carry Tom’s bastard, and in turn, Tom will have a child with her. I have yet to give him an heir. Is this what my life is to become? Second to her? I’m so sick with heartache, I can hardly breathe. 

And the day you found out you were pregnant with Dahlia. 

After missing my bleeding days and waking up feeling grotesque, I have come to the conclusion that I am with child. Tom and I have been trying for months now to conceive an heir, and although I am thrilled with the possibility that I may give Tom a baby, I am worried that something may go wrong. I‘ll tell him soon when I feel more sure of my conclusion. 

And then, just a few pages down, there was something special Tom found. 

Tom, 

If you’re reading this means you’ve found my diary. It also means that you’ve been snooping, which you must remind me to scold you for. 

Of course, nevertheless, I hope you are reading this in good health and with a smile on your face. I assumed at some point in time you’d either find this or I’d cough it up and hand it over, just because so much of it is about you. 

I love you. I hope you know that by now. I mean, as I am writing this, I am carrying your child, so I’m sure you are aware of my affections. Even so, it doesn't hurt to express it more. Sometimes I feel like I don’t tell you enough. So, I love you with all of my heart. And I love the life we have created. 

Even though this isn’t the life I wanted and you’re not the man I thought I’d fall in love with, there is such beauty and privilege in being yours. I love being bound to you.

Love you forever, 

(Y/N)

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A/N: and thats a wrap! finally, this series is complete! there will be an epilogue posted soon, i am already over 1k words in on it, so look out for that!

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[totheblood]

people i don't like | tom holland

act one: round one

summary: college is much harder than you thought it would be and now you have to pretend to be rich and join a sorority to keep your scholarship. tom just happens to be the rich frat boy who gets thrown in the mix.

↳ richkid!au, college!au

word count: 4.3k+

(a/n at end of chapter)

You were generally a smart person.

At least that’s what you told yourself. You were smart, in an over-achieving, high marks on all your papers kind of way. You were smart, in a valedictorian, staying up late studying type of way. You were smart enough to earn yourself a seat at one of the most elite universities in the world. You were also smart enough to earn yourself a full ride. However, you were not as smart as you thought.

As you grew accustomed to the harsh Connecticut winter, bulking up in thick wool jackets and getting warm with herbal teas, you failed to adapt to the rigorous curriculum at Yale. You found it hard to keep up with your peers, the due dates always being earlier than expected and the words that got you through high school somehow falling short. Whatever work you were doing was described by your professors as dull, lacking understanding, and rushed no matter how hard you tried. This would’ve meant seemingly nothing, the only downside being a bit of a bruised ego, but every time you got a bad grade your mind drifted to your mother.

Your mother who sent you off to college with her last five paychecks and a kiss on the cheek. The mother who raised you all by herself after your father abandoned you. The mother who worked multiple jobs to pay the bills and make sure you never felt the lack of your father. The woman who you knew, even if it wasn’t explicitly said, was banking on the fact that you would graduate from an ivy league and land any job you wanted. A part of you knew your mother would always be proud of you, no matter what you did, but you still felt your stomach sink at the idea that your scholarship might be jeopardized with your poor grades and you would have to leave Yale and compromise the future your mother expected of you.

To your surprise you finished your first semester with 2 A’s, 3 B’s, and a bit of frostbite from the blizzard you had the night before finals. You were really shocked, however, that you had gotten an A in your Advanced English Literature class, seeing as you handed in all your papers late and received nothing but criticism from Professor Berger. So you remained blissfully unaware, arriving back on campus in late January with a new attitude and determination to do better this semester. You were unaware as you unpacked your belongings again and heard your phone chime the same sound it does ten times a day. Unaware as you opened up your email to see in big bold letters:

URGENT - MEETING WITH PROFESSOR BERGER TO FINALIZE YOUR GRADE

After freaking out for about an hour on the phone with your best friend, Fletcher, he urged you to go to Professor Bergers office as soon as possible to get this resolved. So you made your way over to his office on campus, your hands shaking and heartbeat fast as you waited outside his office for him to be finished with whatever student he had decided to torment first. You were almost positive you were having a heart attack and you watched as your vision got blurry until-

“Ms. Y/L/N?” He announced in a loud yet firm voice, his eyes catching your frantic ones. “Are you ready to come in?” He asked, pushing the door more open with his body, his arm outstretched motioning you to come in. So you gave him a nervous smile, averted your eyes, and sat on the chair facing his desk. You sat with your clammy hands and rapid heartbeat as he closed his door behind you and made his way to the other side of the desk. As he sat, he began searching through his desk for your file and upon finding it let out a deep sigh and placed it on the desk between you two.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I know you were probably a bit confused as to how and why you got an A in my class last semester after never submitting a paper on time.” He stated, seeming to wait for your response.

“Well, I would never look a gift horse in its mouth if you know what I mean.” You joked, earning not even a hint of a smile. Tough crowd.

He let out another sigh, rolled up his sleeves, and leaned forward on his desk getting as close to you as his desk would allow. “Look, Y/N, I am a firm believer in second chances. I know that the first semester at Yale is most difficult for new students and I know what it’s like to be in your position. I know there are certain requirements for your scholarship and I would like for you to be able to meet them but for the grade I gave you last semester, you will have to earn that.”

At this point you were confused, scared, and developing a wicked headache so you had no idea what to say. You thought he would keep talking but when he didn’t, you took that as your sign to open your mouth.

“I’m sorry Professor, do you want me to retake your class? Because I think that the times that you have class conflict with my current schedule.” You explained, a smile on your face that pleaded ‘please go easy on me’.

“No, I’m not asking you to retake my class. I am asking you to write an in depth paper about a person, a thing, an organization, anything really that you hate or opposes your worldview. And I’m not talking about mild research, I’m talking literally putting yourself in their shoes. Walk around in them, and then write about it. Write from a different perspective. Become someone new. Your writing is good, but it is also juvenile. It’s inexperienced. You only see the world from your point of view, and to be a good writer, you need to change that.”

All you could catch yourself doing was blinking back in surprise. He wanted you to write a research paper for your A? That you could do, and if it was only one paper then you could also do it really well. So you plastered a smile on your face and nodded back at him.

“So how long do you want it to be? And when is it due?” You inferred, hoping you had time to figure out who this paper was going to be about.

“However long it needs to be to let me know how your view has changed and why. You have until the end of this semester.” This time he gave you a smile. Not a kind smile, but  a smile that let you know that he was in charge.

“What if my views don’t change?” You questioned.

“If you get to know the thing, the people, the organization, some part of your views will change. Not all of it, but some.”

With limited written up instructions, he sent you off into the night, your head now on the verge of exploding from information overload. On your way home you began to think of ideas, who to write about, who you hated, and how you were possibly going to get to walk in their shoes. With your headphones in you couldn’t hear the loud music on sorority row as you approached, but you did see the lights and people scattered all over the lawn. Bodies on top of bodies, and groups of unbelievably hot rich girls and douchey rich frat boys gathered in circles on porches of houses and you rolled your eyes at the entire concept of greek life.

It appalled you how these people spent money on huge houses, useless parties, and galas while you were struggling to even go to this college. How these people, basically dry humping on the lawn, didn’t have to worry about grades or that classes started tomorrow because they could afford to fail. It made you angry but it also made you insanely jealous. However, as you rolled your eyes at the people having fun and ‘living life’ it occurred to you that they just might be the answer to all your problems.

Fletcher was already outside your dorm room door when you arrived, a chocolate chip cookie in hand. He was the first and only friend you made at school and he was also the reason you made it through the first semester. He was awkward but in a way that made you comfortable to be around him. He was this tall, blonde hair, standard white guy that you would have found attractive if he wasn’t Fletcher. But he was your friend and possibly the best friend you ever had and you in no way wanted to mess that up, the taste of platonic intimacy being all you needed.

“Brought you a cookie.” He stated, smiling and opening his arms up for a hug. You happily obliged since you hadn’t seen your friend in weeks and you were missing human touch. “Just in case you got bad news.” His words getting muffled by your hair.

You pulled back from him and moved to open your door so you both could pile in. “No, not bad news. Just different news.”

He placed the cookie on your desk and sat down on your bed, leaning back and taking off his jacket. “Different news? What does that mean?” He watched as you took your jacket and shoes off and hopped on the bed next to him.

“It means that Professor Berger wants me to write a paper about something that I oppose, but I have to really get to know it.” You told him, your voice low as you rested your head against the wall.

“That makes no sense to me.” Fletcher replied, leaning up on his elbows to get a good look at you. “What are you gonna do?”

“I think I’m going to rush Kappa Kappa Gamma.” You stated simply, getting up to grab your cookie and quickly returning to your spot on the bed. Fletcher, however, quickly sat up and sat crossed legged across from you, watching your movements.

“What do you mean you're going to rush Kappa Kappa Gamma? Do you want to lose your soul?” He asked rushed as if he was genuinely worried about you joining a sorority.

“It’s not like for real, just something to write my paper about. That’s all.” You took a bite of your cookie as your friend began to look more panicked.

“Y/N, do you know what they do to people who rush sororities? Awful things. People die from hazing, you know. And isn’t the initiation fee like a thousand dollars?” He questioned frantically, making good points, and while you knew that Fletcher was protective of you, you were also sure that rushing greek life wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen to you.

“I have money saved up from the cafe that I don’t have anything to spend on. And I can take care of myself, Fletch. I promise I won’t let some sorority girls kill me.” You tried reassuring him, which seemed to work but he still looked a bit spooked.

“Just be careful, Y/N, if you decide to do this.” He pleaded, grabbing your hand. “Please?” 

“I will be careful, I promise.”

ROUND ONE

Round one took place that Saturday night, the KKG foyer decorated elegantly with baby pink streamers and a big bright banner that read: Welcome To Your Future. You wanted to laugh at the irony, but didn’t. You were ashamed to admit that you spent over 200 dollars on a dress from Free People that seemed to fit you in the right places. It was silk with a deep V neck and flowy sleeves. It was long and flowy, yet form fitting at your waist. It was comfortable enough to wear with your large leather jacket with fur trimmings that you thrifted a month ago back home. You spent over an hour doing your makeup, trying to play up your best features with your newest purchases from Sephora. You are also not proud to admit that you spent over an hour doing a deep conditioning treatment on your hair so it could look extra healthy for tonight. Needless to say, you were dressed for the part.

To your surprise, that wasn’t the hard part. The hard part would be talking like you belonged there. Finding out where rich people buy their groceries, buy their clothes, what gyms they had subscriptions to. The hard part would be the conversation, the forced laughter, and trying to not look absolutely disgusted when taking a bite of caviar. It was making sure your posture was right, making sure you exuded enough confidence for them to want to get to know you. Confidence had never been your strong suit, but you were sure it was something you could muster up for a night or two, or maybe that was your fake confidence talking.

Whatever it was, you were in a room full of girls your age who either looked terrified or absolutely at home and you could tell you were teetering the line between the two. So you made your way across the room to where two tall, clean, and effortlessly beautiful women were standing beside a table full of finger foods and premade cocktails. You didn’t acknowledge them, seeing as you didn’t want to come off as desperate or needy, but they definitely noticed you. 

You watched from the corner of your eye as the two girls looked you up and down before turning to each other and whispering. You wanted to yell at them about how whispering is rude but instead you took a glass filled with champagne and a baby pink bow around the stem and took a swig from the cup before turning your attention to the party. You were observing the other girls, with their long flowy dresses and silky hair and wondered to yourself how much you truly looked like them. You were just getting lost in your thoughts when the girls from before approached you.

“Hi, I’m Millie.” The first girl smiled, a hand outstretched for yours. She was the type of beautiful people wrote books about. She had a sculpted face and amber eyes with the highest cheekbones you have seen in your life. She had long honey brown hair that sat nicely on her shoulders and she wore a strapless black dress that would’ve hit the floor if it wasn’t for her long legs and high heels. “Millie Astor, I’m the president of Kappa Kappa Gamma.” She bragged and offered you a sugary sweet smile as you took her hand and shook before quickly retreating. “And you are?”

“I’m Y/N Y/L.” You smiled so widely that your cheeks hurt. “It’s so beautiful what you’ve done with the place. Truly stunning.” you beamed. You were unsure if this was going to win you points with Millie, but you didn’t want to come off as detached or have her believe you thought you were too good for this sorority. 

“Thank you, sweetie.” Condescending, you thought to yourself. “Are you planning on rushing KKG?” She inquired in an insincere way. 

“I’m thinking about it, yes. My mom is a legacy at Kappa Alpha Theta so I’m also rushing there.” You replied back to her in the same insincere way. She smiled at you like you said the right thing and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Well, please consider rushing Kappa Kappa Gamma. We would be lucky to have you.” This time she actually sounded sincere.

“I’ll think about it. It was lovely talking to you.”

About 30 minutes had passed and you had already talked to enough people to last you a lifetime, but you needed everyone here to like you. You don’t know why you needed it to be that way, but you assumed that it would be easier to get dirt if you got on good with everyone here. But as the night went on and you began on your fifth champagne flute, you found yourself sitting down next to some girl seated at the kitchen island.

“Hey,” she smiled the first genuine smile of the night, almost seeming shocked that someone was sitting down next to her. 

“Hey.” you smiled back, giving her the best half smile you could muster.

“I’m Hazel.” she told you more awkwardly this time, her confidence draining by your cold demeanor.

“I’m Y/N.” You sighed, keeping your gaze with her and taking another sip from your champagne flute. She had shoulder length black hair and tan skin. Her kind eyes kept creasing everytime she spoke and she was suited in a short gold dress that you were sure cost more than your house. She looked nice, but she also looked nervous.

“Are you anxious?” You asked, glancing at her fingers playing with her thumbs.

“That obvious?” She laughed, the tension draining from her body but you just held her gaze and gave her a real smile. “Yeah, I’m really anxious. I feel like I don’t belong here when getting into this sorority has been a lifelong dream of mine.” That’s a sad dream, you thought.

“What makes you think you don’t belong here? You certainly look the part.” You told her. This was you in your own way trying to be nice.

“I know I have this fancy dress on and my mom is a legacy but I just feel like the people here don’t get me like I thought they would.” She confided in you, her head now resting on the cold tile of the kitchen island, her brown eyes glancing up at you.

“Well, you just have to act the part now. Make them get you. Assimilate or some shit like that.” That sounded more comforting in your head. “Or just drink until everything anyone says becomes funny.” She let out a giggle and lifted her head up to look at you.

“Thank you.” she sighed.

“For what?” you wondered, completely confused.

“For being the first person to make me laugh tonight.” She gave you a large grin that was completely replaced with a look of confusion as you both heard loud noises coming from the entryway. She jumped up off her seat to find out where it was coming from and you quickly followed behind her to find a group of guys entering through the front door. Some of the girls who were already a part of the sorority were hugging and greeting their loud guests while some of them started to move inside and pick off the food table. 

There was, however, a brunette among the crowd who had his eyes locked with you. His curls were slicked back making his hair look almost wet. He was wearing a baby blue button down shirt and pants that were way too fitting as he stood across the room with his eyes fixed on you. He then offered you a smile and a tiny wave before you averted your gaze and turned towards Hazel, a weird look on your face.

“It’s Alpha Delta Phi, the brother sorority.” Hazel notified you trying to answer the question you had asked in your head.

“Oh, I know that, I just want to know who that guy is. The one who is staring at me.” You glanced over at him quickly so Hazel could know who you were talking about.

“Babe, he’s not staring, he’s checking you out.” She giggled as you could feel the heat rush to your face. 

“I don’t care what he’s doing, I want to know who he is.” You snapped at her, but in a friendly way. In a way that made her giggle and put her hand over her mouth.

“That’s Tom, he’s like modern day royalty I swear. He’s loaded.” She informed you causing you to literally roll your eyes.

“What, you don’t like hot rich men?” She giggled again, linking arms with you and dragging you to the food table with her.

“I’m just tired of douchebags, I think.” You popped a grape in your mouth before browsing the rest of the food on the table. 

“Oh, he’s not a douchebag. I heard he’s very nice which is why almost everyone here wants to date him. A guy with money who is nice? Unheard of.” She also grabbed a grape and popped that in her mouth before grabbing an appetizer that resembled a wonton and began eating it.

“I wish he would be nice enough to stop staring at me.” You mumbled, glancing over to where the brunette was deep in conversation with another much taller guy. He would occasionally glance over at you, smirk when he caught your eye, and then give his attention back to his friend.

“Are you not into guys?” Hazel asked, throwing you out of your trance as you shook your head in confusion as to why she was asking you that.

“No, I am. Why do you ask that?” You eyed her, obviously intimidating her.

“It’s just that here you have this hot, rich, and apparently nice guy. I just don’t understand how you could not want him to stare at you?” She was making good points, but that didn’t take away from the fact that you were here for one thing only and you didn’t need any distractions.

“I’m just not into dating at the moment. It’s not for me.” This was partially true. To say you had commitment issues would be the understatement of the century. Ever since you watched your parents' marriage fall apart right in front of you, everything having to do with love quickly turned sour. The idea of even settling down caused your stomach to flip upside down and you didn’t think that some rich boy with nice hair could change that. Especially if he was JUST some frat guy.

Later that night you found yourself walking home alone. You didn’t want to waste money on an uber seeing as you needed to save as much money as possible to not only pay your initiation fee, but to also keep up the charade. You also didn’t feel like taking public transportation this late at night so you decided to do what you always do: pretend you are on the phone and walk as fast as your heels would allow you.

It would’ve been a nice night to walk home if it wasn’t so cold and your feet weren’t killing you from standing in your heels all night. There were fairy lights that were strung across each house and the streets were relatively empty. You could hear music coming from various houses on sorority row and see silhouettes of people dancing through the windows. Needless to say, you felt very safe walking home.

You were feeling safe until a black sports car started tailing you. You could hear how fast it was driving prior, but was met with silence when it started going much slower right behind you. You wanted to run into a house, scream, or call for help but you were frozen and just hoped whoever was in that car would leave you alone. You held your breath as the car pulled up to you and maintained its pace with yours as you walked. The window rolled down to reveal the brunette from earlier, the one who was staring you down.

You stopped in your tracks to glare at him. He had that same stupid smirk from earlier on his face and you could tell that he expected it to make you swoon, but it didn’t.

“What? Are you stalking me?” You asked harshly, your night officially being too long.

“No, not stalking you.” He gave you a wide grin. “I promise.” He made a crossing motion over his heart and you had to admit that it was kind of endearing. You, however, chose not to respond, raising your eyebrow and urging him to speak.

“I saw you walking and wanted to see if you needed a ride home.” He offered. “I’m Tom, by the way.” He was cute in a boyish way. His dimples made his eyes wrinkle around the edges and his teeth were straight and white. He looked well put together, like he looked after himself or had someone to do that for him. He looked calm and safe, but don’t most serial killers look calm and safe these days?

“Well, Tom, I’m not supposed to get in cars with strangers.” You teased. “What if you kidnap me?” This earned a hearty laugh from him, his head shaking as he tried to hide his blush.

“I won’t kidnap you, but if it makes you feel safe I could roll the windows down, keep the door unlocked, and drive really slow.” You could tell he was being nice and sincere but you still took caution upon entering his vehicle. You had never been in a car this nice and you had to be careful to not let on that you weren’t one of the sorority girls he was used to. 

Not to your knowledge, but at the same time you were getting into Tom’s car Millie was walking down the block with the pack of cigarettes that she had previously hidden under the floorboards in her hand. She wouldn’t have recognized you as the girl getting in Tom’s car if it wasn’t for the dress you wore that made you stand out among the crowd. She couldn’t help but smile to herself watching the car drive off with you inside it. 

After you told him which dorm you lived in, he kept his promise and drove excruciatingly slow, but you just assumed he wanted to spend more time with you. He didn’t play music and kept glancing over at you to make sure you were okay and comfortable, smiling to himself about how you were playing with your hands and was visibly nervous.

“Why were you walking back home anyway?” He broke the silence, only glancing over at you for a moment before turning his attention back to the road. You had to come up with a lie and you had to come up with one quickly.

“I just think walking is better for my health, so I don’t have a car.” It was a blatant lie but you thought it sounded shallow enough for him to believe you. “But it was really cold tonight so I’m glad you picked me up, I just canceled my Uber.” He just hummed in response, his long fingers drumming against the steering wheel.

“So you’re rushing KKG?” he wondered, this time not looking over at you at all. 

“Yeah, I thought it would be fun. Everyone seems so nice.” He let out a loud laugh that actually caused you to jump out of your seat.

“Nice isn’t the first word I would use to describe Kappa girls but I can tell you’re nice enough to try to compliment them.” He told you after he caught his breath.

“Yeah, I mean, I felt like I was definitely being judged but nobody threw me down and started punching me so I assumed they were nice enough.” This time you glanced over at him. You could see the little freckles on this side of his face and the texture on his skin. The tip of his nose turned upwards as he spoke and his lips wer- Ok, no, you were not going to do this.

“That’s your standard for niceness? Someone not throwing you down and punching you?” he asked in a teasing tone.

“Yeah, I think so.” You replied back, watching your dorm room appear in the distance.

“Do you think I’m nice then?” he asked his voice now low and subtly flirty, looking over at you again.

“Hm, maybe. I’d have to get to know you, I think.” You whispered back, smiling as his cheeks changed shades. What the fuck were you doing.

“Well, I’ll show you just how nice I can be.”

That Sunday morning you decided to sleep in, but were rudely awakened by a notification from your phone.

DEAR Y/N Y/L, YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED TO ROUND TWO AT KAPPA KAPPA GAMMA

LOVE, MILLIE

a/n: i am ashamed to say this took me two days to write not including my outline... but i actually love this plotline and i think it will be a fun challenge to write but i have a lot of scenes mapped out and character boards which i think i will like just make igs for them as a concept andddd yea ok i hope you like... I APPRECIATE ANY AND ALL FEEDBACK MWAH!

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[silkylovey]

Laws and guns seven

a/n: in love with tom and y/n atm

laws and guns masterlist

Tom

After our time talking to all our guests, dinner was announced. Everyone sat in their assigned place, I was sitting next to Y/n. I looked at her side profile while she kept looking at our guests. At our table were only Harrison, my brothers except for Paddy, who still had to sit by my parents, and Y/n’s childhood friend Tatiana Kelia, who kept looking at me septically. I had a feeling that she didn’t like me but that didn’t matter because the only one who needed to like me was Y/n.

Our food was delivered by Y/n’s hired chefs, their food looking delicious, I wanted to dig in but I noticed my parents chit chatted, more like demanding each other to de a speech and then my dad stood up, tapping his knife on his champagne glass. The sounds of the glass made everyone look at him.

“Hello everyone, I am Dom, or as you may know me the beginner of Holland’s mob. When I gave my son the position of being a boss, he was not taking it seriously. He was out screaming about his mob without trying to upgrade it until our lovely Y/n or his wife came into his life and she turned his whole life around. I want to thank Y/n for changing my son and the mob for the better. To Tom and Y/n.”

Everyone said our names and raised their glasses in the air, I just looked at Y/n with a smile but it quickly faded away to see her looking at her lap, picking her nails. She was nervous, the fearless character she played broke in front of a group of mobsters.

To make it seem like we were a happy couple like my dad just told everyone we were, I grabbed the leg of her chair and pulled it closer to mine, the sudden movement caused her to look at me with a confused look. I just smiled at her and she smiled back. My smile grew to my eyes. She smiled at me.

After the toast, everyone started eating their food. I was enjoying the food, it was delicious. Y/n hadn’t moved the chair so she was sitting so close to me that I could hear her breathing. I looked over at her and I noticed that she didn’t eat, she was picking at her food, moving the vegetables around.

“Are you okay?”

She looked at me after my sudden question and she just nodded looking back at her plate. She didn’t have a smile anymore on her face.

Y/n

Tom smiled at me and I smiled back. God, what was I an idiot? Why did I smile back at him? While he invited Clara, whom I know I didn’t invite, and then he had the audacity to ask me if I was okay as if he didn’t invite his mistress to our gala, as if he didn’t try to have sex with me this morning. What is his problem?

I wasn’t hungry, I was a few minutes ago before I was the strawberry blond hair I know oh so well. The blond hair that I wanted to pull because she touched what was mine. I felt a sort of jealousy towards her because she had the chance to experience getting an orgasm from Tom, she experienced how he felt under her fingertips and the more I thought about it the more I felt green inside.

Tom kept looking at me and he even put his hand on my thigh, I felt butterflies in my sex but I wasn’t going to give him the pleasure that he wanted.

The tables were getting cleared and Tom just kept his hands on my thigh, I knew I should have slapped it away but his hand also gave me a sort of warmth, the one that he gave me when he slept next to me. When his hand started trailing down my body. This morning was the only thing left in my mind, I could work without thinking about his fingers, about his lips. About his touch.

People were gathering on the dance floor, I could see people smiling, laughing, and hugging each other. This gala brought people together, who hadn’t seen each other in a long time. I saw all the mafia women chatting about their new jobs and houses, while I sat watching them. I saw how Clara kept glancing at Tom, while he was chatting with Harrison.

I stood up and Tatiana followed, we headed to the dance floor, just like good old times. Times where we danced during our night during university, times where we planned on getting dicked down. Now look at us now, I was married to a man I didn’t love, I think, and she was happily engaged with a man that she loved, she had her little family of her own. The life I could only dream of.

“Y/n, lovely gala you organized. Please tell me who the party planner was?” Maria asked while coming over with the other mob women, they all looked at their best.

“It’s Clara Strange, but she is the type of woman that works for you, to fuck your husband, so I would not recommend her.”

Maria’s eyes shot open, she was shocked and I looked over to Tom to see that he was looking at us with a confused glare as if he didn’t know what we were talking about, as if he didn’t invite Clara. God, he was making me angry.

He walked over to me with so much pride and ego and all the women were looking at him, including Clara. He stood next to me wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing my cheek. I didn’t move, too angry to even feel him next to me.

The ladies left us as a couple even Tatiana left me, I looked at her with a ‘really’ face and she just smirked. His arm stayed put on my waist but his body moved so that we were facing each other. We were so close that I was I could smell the mint in his breath and I was sure that he could hear my heartbeat over the slow jazzy music.

“What’s the matter, love?” he whispered in my ear with a husky voice, the same kind of voice as this morning, the type of voice that made me wet.

I didn’t respond, I just kept swaying my hips to the rhythm of the music and Tom just followed my lead, his head soon fell on my neck and he started leaving kisses, wet kisses. My breath hitched and I could feel him smile on my neck, he started looking for my weak spots. Spots that could lead to much more than just neck kisses.

He broke away from my neck and I already started missing the way it felt, he broke away because some people began to bid their farewell and more people left and our house became more empty. Clara left without saying goodbye because she knew that I would intimidate her again. Even the cooks left so only Tom and I were the only ones in the living room.

“Why did you invite her?”

“Who?”

“Clara.”

“Was she here? I didn’t even notice.”

“Tom, don’t lie to me please.”

“Y/n, I promise I didn’t know she was here, and I didn’t invite her. She could have invited herself because she knew about this so don’t blame me, love.”

“Don’t ‘love’ me”

“Y/n, can you please stop being so goddamn stubborn,” his voice raised and he stood so close to me, so close that our lips could accidentally touch.

Tom

She was heavily breathing, her eyes shifted from my eyes to my parted lips. She stopped looking into my eyes, I did the same with her. We were so close to each other in a massive room but the air felt thickened as if there wasn’t enough air left, I wanted to lean in but I didn’t want Y/n to push me away but I was already so close to her so why ruin the chance now.

I leaned in and my whole body was on fire, a weird electric feeling went thru my whole body she from the feeling of her soft lips on mine. I just put my lips on her and she finally started moving hers, taking the lead in this kiss. My hands stayed on her waist while she finally touched me by putting her hands on my cheeks

I squeezed her waist and her mouth opened giving my tongue access to her, I slid my tongue in and she moved her hands to the back of my neck, pulling me closer than what I already was, she started making little noises, noises that instructed my cock to get hard and she finally pulled away, her lips puffy and red and her eyes stayed low, she was heavily breathing because of me, she made sounds because of me.

I picked her up and lead her to our bedroom without her sassy remarks, she accepted it, she was even kissing my neck, letting me touch her ass.

Y/n

Tom picked me up as if I was nothing, I felt so light in his hands. He kept massaging my bum and maybe it was the lust that influenced me but I really wanted him to fuck me. He put me on the floor when we arrived in our bedroom, and he kissed me again, I buried my hands in his hair, pulling him closer. His hands were on my waist, gripping it, squeezing it, making sure that they were marks left on me.

He turned me around and kissed the back of my neck and he zipped my dress down, it was in front of the mirror, the mirror where I looked at us this morning. I stepped out of the dress and his hands were directly on me again. He took off my bra and threw it somewhere in the room. His vest followed suit. He started to suck on my neck, leaving dark spots behind, marking his territory.

He looked at me with lust in his eyes. I started removing his dress shirt, I pushed him towards the bed, he sat on the edge of the bed and I sat on his lap, with nothing but black lace panties. I started grinding on top of him, his hands were back in their regular place, my waist. His hands helped you with your speed.

He turned us around, making him on top. He started kissing down my body. My breathing quickened, he stopped at the valley of my boobs, and his hands started massaging my right boob while his mouth was flicking, licking, nibbling my left nipple. I started whimpering, and he smiled. I loved the feeling of his smile on my skin.

“Sit on my face, baby.”

I was shocked but I still did what he ordered. He laid down and waited for me to sit, his head was right between my thighs, his hands wrapped around my thighs, pulling me closer to his face. I moaned when his tongue was inside of me. His hands caressed my body, running up and down, feeling my boobs. I started to lightly rock my hips against his tongue. His name fell out of my mouth. I was so close, I could feel a not in my lower belly, he increased the speed of the movement of his tongue. I came so hard, my whole body was shaking.

“I wanna suck you, Tommy.”

He stopped moving his tongue, but I just kept grinding on it. I felt too good, he pulled me off of him and he sat on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror. He was waiting for me to get on my knees in between his legs.

We were having extreme eye contact, I could feel the lust in his eyes. He looked at me as if he wanted to eat, something that he did not even one minute ago.

“Open your mouth for me.”

And I did, he slipped his thumb in my mouth, getting me ready for his cock. I bobbed my head as if it was his cock and he smiled at me. He started taking off his dress pants, and his boxers followed suit. I was met with the sight of a very hard dick, with a pulsing red tip.

He pulled my hair back in a makeshift ponytail, and he directed my head to his cock. He was going slow at first but when he was getting closer to the edge, so he started fucking my mouth. He was going all the way in, making me choke on his cock. But I didn’t care because the way that he was moaning turned me on even more.

“Your mouth feels so good, my love.”

He pulled out of my mouth and helped me stand up, he picked me up and guided me to the middle of the bed. He leaned down to kiss me, I wrapped my arms around his neck. He hummed when I wrapped my legs around his waist. He took off my panties with his teeth while keeping eye contact. I didn’t think that I could have been wetter than before but he proved me wrong.

He pressed the tip to my entrance, leaning over me before he pushed his hips forward. He stared down at me as I let out a gasp while grasping his arms and holding onto him as he slides completely inside of me. He nuzzled his head in my neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over the place.

Once he began the increase his speed, my hand started to leave marks on his back and shoulders, I threw my head back in pleasure while he watched me. He knew that I was close to my climax by the way that I was holding onto him, the way that I was moaning. He leaned down next to my ear. He started nibbling it and just when I was having an orgasm he whispered:” I’m in love with you, Y/n Holland.” That sentence made me cum harder than ever.

Was I falling for Tom Holland, my husband?

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one: i want to forget | tom holland

pairing/AU: university AU - modern prince!tom holland x female!reader

summary: getting paired up with crown prince thomas for a whole semester long history project, was not how you’d imagined your last year of university to go. especially as an opposer of the monarchy.

warnings: swearing

word count: 3.9k

a/n: okay so the first chapter! idk what else to say other than that i hope you guys like it! feedback as a comment, in the tags, as an ask or reply is very much appreciated, and they make me super happy! happy reading <3

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“This year we’ll be doing something different,”

You heard your professor announce as you made your way down the auditorium stairs, searching for a place to sit. You didn’t know anyone in this class, you realized as you looked around the room. Fishing out your notebook and pen from your tote bag, you sat down next to a bloke you vaguely remembered seeing before. Sending your seatmate a few quick glances, you tried to pinpoint where you’d seen him before. Another one of your classes? Maybe at a party? Then it hit you – he had been in your Introduction to literary history class your first year. You’d never talked to him before, but seeing as you had been ten minutes late to your first lecture of this history class, you were a little lost as to what your professor were talking about. So– you leaned in a little and asked him.

Sending you a look, somewhere between annoyance and pity, he pliantly whispered back, “We’re gonna be working in groups this whole semester. Every group chooses a different period of the British monarchy they’ll do all the assignments and presentations on. Look– he’s announcing the groups.” Your seatmate pointed to the screen where your professor was displaying a spread sheet, one he’d made in excel, with the names of all your classmates.

“I have chosen these groups at random and as you can see, you’ll be working in pairs.” your professor said as he struggled to enlarge his spread sheet to make it easier to read.

When he’d finally managed to enlarge his window, he continued his announcement, “Okay so… what I think we’ll do before you pick your monarchies, is that everyone should find their partner and sit together.” Squinting up at the screen you searched for your name, while around you people were gathering their things and standing from their seats.

You found your name at last, but as you read the name of your new partner, you thought your heart might have stopped. His Royal Highness Crown Prince Thomas. Your heart started beating again, but you felt a knot quickly tying itself in your stomach. You knew the Prince went to your university. And you’ve seen him around campus from time to time, where he’s always followed by his bodyguard. But you don’t have any mutual friends, and you’ve never talked to him before. You wouldn’t even know how to talk to him. And why would he ever even talk to you?

A scepticism rolled over your body like a wave, as you found his mop of brown curls, where he was seated a few rows in front of you. You were no lover of the monarchy. To be honest you wished it would be abolished. You’d always thought the monarchy was elitist, anti-democratic and nothing more than an expensive family of mascots serving no purpose. Their pompous and overly grandiose show of riches always rubbed you the wrong way.

The Prince, you saw, was looking around the auditorium, searching for you, his new partner. He was searching for a person he did not know. His eyebrows were furrowed as his eyes scanned the room. Then they met yours. His face softened as he held your gaze across the room. It was intense, but in a strange way it felt familiar. You couldn’t explain the feeling, somehow a person you’d never met before in your life, made you feel safe with just a look.

“y/n?” he mouthed, one eyebrow raised.

His question pulled you from your stupor, and you quickly nodded your head. A relieved smile spread across his lips at your confirming nod. Then he raised his hand in a short wave which ended in a finger pointing to the seat next to him. You gave him another confirming nod as you started gathering your things.

Your rebellious thoughts about the monarchy… was just that, thoughts. As much as you’d love to be a rebel, an insurrectionist, you were very much the opposite – a rule follower. Too much of a rule follower for your own good. Something your father had loved to tease you about all your life. Ever since you could remember he’d told you about “sticking it to the man”. He’d been a punk rocker in the 70s, being up to all kinds of no good in his youth. He was a family man now with a steady job, but in the core of his being; his rebellious youth had never left, and his love for punk music had lived on. So much so that your first musical memory had been watching your dad singing along to God Save the Queen by Sex Pistols in your living room. But his singing had been more like offkey and offbeat yelling, and when you’d tell him exactly that, he’d say: “That’s what punk music is”. What would he think now, you wondered, if he knew who you were partnered up with for this semester?

You made your way down the auditorium stairs as the memory faded. Your footsteps echoing to the beat of God Save the Queen now playing in your head. The closer you got to your new partner, the more you felt your stomach turn. When you reached the row where the Prince was seated, he stood from his feet and reached his hand out for you to shake. You didn’t know how to act. As much as you disliked what him and his family stood for you didn’t want to do the wrong thing, accidently offending him, and getting your partnership off on the wrong foot. But how do you greet a royal? Maybe you should curtsy? And how do you talk to him? Did you have to call him sir? Or maybe you only talked to him in the third person? With a quickening heart you reached out your clammy hand in a handshake.

“Hi, I’m y/n,” you said as you bended your knee in a short curtsy. Better to be safe than sorry, right?

“Did you just curtsy?” he asked – an eyebrow raised and a teasing smirk on his lips. You felt a heat flush your cheeks as you let go of his warm hand (it was very much not clammy).

“Uhm… yeah… sorry!” you scrunched up your nose as your eyes found your shoes. If the ground could open up and swallow you whole right now, that would have been great.

“You don’t have to be sorry! It was cute,” he said as a short chuckle left his lips. You looked up from your feet at his words. Cute?

“Oh, okay! Um… sorry,” you grimaced, “I mean not sorry. It’s just that I don’t know the right etiquette for talking to a royal… like do I call you Your Royal Highness… or sir… or Crown Prince Thomas?” you were rambling.

“You can just call me Tom! That is more than fine.” His voice was gentle and reassuring, but an amused smile tugged on his lips.

Before you had a chance to say anything more, the voice of your professor rang through your ears telling the class to settle down, and cutting you and Prince Thomas’– no, you mean: cutting you and Tom’s quick conversation short. Settling down in the seat beside him, you turned your head towards your professor.

“Okay, so now that you’ve all found your partners for this semester, you’ll all pick your monarchies! I’ve written them all down on pieces of paper and put them in this hat for you to draw. Pass the hat around, draw a piece of paper and shout out your monarchies so I can write them down!” he said as he handed the pair in the front row the hat, before he situated himself behind his laptop.

When the pair in front of you handed you the hat, you asked the Prince if he wanted to draw from the hat. “No, you go ahead.” he gestured.

Reaching your hand into the hat, you twisted your hand around, feeling around to the sound of paper rustling. When you felt like you’d found the best piece of paper, the chosen one, you quickly drew your hand back. You felt the Prince’s eyes on you as you opened the folded paper. When you read what monarchy you’d drawn from the hat, you felt your body sink like a rock tossed in water.

“Do you want me to pick another?” you whispered as you showed him the paper slip. House Holland of London was written out on the piece of paper in your professor’s neat cursive. When he looked up from the paper slip and met your eyes, a whisper left your lips, “Sorry”. You had one job, and then you drew the one monarchy he probably didn’t want to get. Embarrassing yourself in front of him seemed to be a running theme for you today.

“What monarchy did you draw?” you heard your professor ask. You could feel everybody’s eyes on the two of you. You cleared your throat, preparing yourself to ask your professor if it would be alright if you could draw another reign, but before you could say a word, the Prince beside you said:

“House Holland of London”,

“Oh!” your professor sounded surprised, “And you’re alright with that sir?” he asked.

“Yes, that shouldn’t be a problem.” Tom looked to you, a soft smile on his lips, as he answered your professor. For some reason his smile made your heartbeat quicken in your chest.

“Well, if you’re okay with it, sir– then I see no problem with it! It will be fascinating to see what you two come up with!” your professor said as he wrote down “House Holland of London” beside your names in his spread sheet.

When you’d passed the hat to the next pair, you leaned in a little closer to the Prince. “I’m so sorry! I really didn’t mean to pick your family. I was going to ask him if we could pick another reign!” you whispered to him.

“You really don’t need to apologize, y/n! It’s not your fault! You picket it at random– it’s totally fine.” He reached out his hand and patted your leg. Like he with each pat wanted to reassure you that it was okay.

When everyone in your class had chosen their monarchies, your professor handed out your first assignment: to make a family tree to present in the next class, along with a basic description of every family member. Throughout this whole semester you would get to know your chosen royal family better through assignments you would present to the class. Teaching the rest of your classmates about your royal family, while learning about others from your peers.

“So… do you want to meet up tomorrow to work on the assignment?” you asked Tom when class was dismissed. 

“Yeah, sure… you let me check my schedule.” 

You gathered your things while you watched him pull up his calendar up on his phone.

“Um… I have class tomorrow morning, but I can meet you around twelve o’clock. Does that work for you?” he didn’t look up from his phone. 

“Yeah, that’s fine. I have to leave around three though for work. Should we meet at the campus café?” you asked as you pulled your tote bag over your shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” he said with a nod. You exchanged numbers, said your goodbye’s and see you tomorrow’s, before you both went your separate ways.

A burning tingling warmth spread throughout your fingers as your grip around your coffee cup tightened. You were waiting for the Prince, and you were nervous. There was no denying it. And you were early. Making that jittery feeling, heightened by the cup of coffee you were nursing, stronger. You’d sat down by the window. Eyes periodically glancing from the latte art (once it had been a flower (or fern?) now only random streaks of foam), to the campus square outside.

All day yesterday you’d fought a war with your own head. You knew you needed to at least become friendly with the Prince, for your partnership’s sake. But he also stood for something you were completely morally against. You didn’t wish to become close with him, but at the same time there had been something about him yesterday that drew you in. He wasn’t at all what you’d expected a royal to be. He didn’t come across as cocky or patronizing – even though he had been the most important person in that auditorium. And as embarrassed as you’d felt yesterday when you’d picked his family, he didn’t make you feel bad – he’d only been kind and reassuring.

All your life you’d never really cared to keep up with the royal family, only passively picking up information here and there. But from your very little knowledge of him – you’d never heard anything bad… and you thought he was handsome. You could be honest with yourself and admit that you were attracted to him. He was someone you could easily fall for, had he just been a normal guy. But he wasn’t a normal guy. He was the heir apparent to the throne. Destined to one day become king. He was everything but normal, and not someone you could fall for under any circumstances.

Last night, not wanting to be completely oblivious before meeting him today, you’d done some research on his family. The Queen, who has ruled for over fifty years at this point, was his maternal grandmother. A plane crash in 2006 where both his parents had been passengers, was the reason for why Tom was first in line to the throne. The passing of his parents had left him, and his three younger brothers orphaned. You remembered when it happened, even though you had still only been a child. The whole country had been in mourning for weeks on end. Seated in front of the TV you had watched the funeral, like the rest of the country. But your strongest memory of the funeral had been of Tom – of him holding his younger brothers tight in an embrace, tears streaming down his face, as they stood dutifully by their parents’ caskets. You remembered how it had made you want to cry. And how scared it had made you of losing your parents – so scared that before you’d went to bed that night, you’d hugged them extra tight, not wanting to let go.

The clinking sound of the bell hanging off the café door, pulled you from your memories. Looking in its direction you saw the Prince’s familiar face, followed by a stern looking man dressed in black from top to toe. From an earpiece a cord curled its way down his neck where it disappeared under the collar of his shirt. The Prince on the other hand was dressed more casually. Standing by the door, eyes roaming around the café, he was wearing a white shirt hidden away under a black sweater vest paired with a pair of baggy chino pants. Over his right shoulder he’d flung his backpack, resting it against his side.

When his eyes met yours, a smile spread across face. He lifted his hand in a small wave before he made his way over to where you sat by the window. A few tables away from you, the man in black stopped the Prince, making him turn to face him. The man’s stern face gave nothing away as he told the Prince something you couldn’t hear from where you sat. The Prince nodded his head before he turned around again and made his way over to your table.

“Hi, y/n! How are you? I’m sorry, but would it be okay if we sat over there instead?” he said as he pointed to a table in the back of the café. Getting up from your seat you let out a: “Yeah, sure, no problem”.

“I’m sorry– John told me we couldn’t sit here because of security reasons.” he shot you an apologetic smile. 

He helped you gather your things and followed you over to the table he’d pointed to. It was tucked into a corner shielding it from the rest of the café. As you put down your coffee cup at the table, the Prince introduced you to the man in black, “Ehm… this is my bodyguard John by the way.”

“Oh, I’m y/n,” you reached out your hand in a handshake. John didn’t even look towards you as you introduced yourself. His eyes were fixated on scanning the room (and looking as mean and scary as possible, you thought). Baffled by his complete rejection, you withdrew your hand as you looked to the Prince for an explanation.

“Yeah, don’t mind him… he’s not supposed to take his eyes of the ‘potential threats’,” he made quotation marks with his fingers as he said the words ‘potential threats’, “you can just pretend he’s not here”.

Nodding your head you said, “I guess I can do that”, putting your bag down at the seat of the bench lining the back wall and corner. It would feel strange to you though, you had to admit that. Just ignoring someone’s presence all together. But there wasn’t really anything you could do about it anyway.

“I’m gonna go get a coffee before we start if that’s alright? Do you want anything? Another coffee? A muffin? A croissant?” the Prince said after a beat passed.

“Oh, no I’m alright thank you!” you said before seating yourself on the bench.

“Okay then! I’ll just be a second.” He put his backpack down on the chair in front of you, before he walked over to the counter. John a loose follow behind as he continued scanning the room and exuding his intimidating behaviour.

Taking a sip of your now almost cold coffee, you fished out your things from your bag, and placed them on the table in front of you. Your pulled out your notebook and your favourite pen, your laptop with an empty google slides opened, and a book about the modern monarchy you’d borrowed at your uni’s library earlier before you came.

You were reading over the assignment text again when the Prince sat down opposite you. The sound of a plate sliding across the table and bumping into your arm, made you look up from your computer screen. Beside your laptop, a plate with a ham and cheese croissant had appeared. Confused you looked to the Prince.

“Thank you? But you really didn’t have to get me this,”

A soft smile appeared on the Prince’s lips as he shrugged, “I know, but it’s lunch time and I wanted to eat lunch with you before we got started… get to know you a little”. He lifted his fork taking a stab at the salad in front of him. Get to know me a little?

“Yeah, of course. We’re going to be working together so much this semester– and you’re obviously gonna learn a lot about me, it’s only fair I learn a little about you”. You hadn’t realized you’d said that out loud before he’d answered your rhetorical question.

“I guess that’s fair,” you finished your cold coffee, “what do you want to know?”.

He asked about what your major was, and you told him. Then he asked about where you were from, and you told him that too. Then he asked what your favourite food and favourite colour was, which made you laugh because you suddenly felt like you were on an awkward first date, but you told him that too. From there the conversation between you flowed like a steady stream in a never-ending river. He was an attentive listener, never breaking eye contact as you launched into story after story. You told him about that time your roommate almost burned your kitchen down trying to make you dinner for your birthday last year. When you came to the part where your roommate had somehow managed to burn water, a belly laugh erupted from his body, startling poor John. John’s reaction only made him laugh more, his giggling so contagious, that you couldn’t help but laugh too.

He was a very good storyteller too. Drawing you in as you became immersed in whatever he was talking about. And he was funny, making you laugh too. Something that made the walls you’d tried to build earlier, start to break down. Getting lost in your conversation with Tom you hadn’t realized how long you’d been chatting before a notification on your phone made you look at the time.

“Fuck!” you said as you frantically started to gather your things.

“What is it?” Tom asked as he jumped up from his seat, helping you pack your things.

“I’m gonna be late for work! I should have left like half an hour ago!” you cursed yourself for not noticing how late it had gotten – but talking to Tom had made you lose track of time.

“Ehm… we didn’t even start the assignment.” Tom reminded you as he handed you your laptop.

Your hand shot up to rub your forehead. You’d completely forgotten about the assignment. The reason for why you had been here with Tom in the first place had melted away like snow under the spring sun the moment you’d started talking.

“How about we meet at the palace next time? I’m sure there’s some books there, or people that know the history of my family well that we can talk to, and help us with our assignment!” Tom proposed.

Meet at the palace? He’s inviting you to the royal palace? You didn’t have time to dwell on what he’d just asked you, so instead you just nodded your head and said, “Yeah, that sound like a good idea!”

“Does Friday work for you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine!” you nodded again. You really didn’t have time to process what he was saying right now. Whatever time he suggests, you’ll make the time work for you, you thought.

“Text me your address, and I’ll arrange for a car to come get you on Friday… You can’t really get in any other way.” he chuckled. Finally ready to go you looked up at him for the first time since you’d realized how late you were. His eyes softened under your gaze, and the way he was looking at you made you suddenly feel calmer.

“Okay!” you breathed out.

“I’ll see you on Friday then?” he asked. His eyes dancing around your face. “I’ll see you on Friday!” you confirmed with a smile.

“Okay then” he returned your smile.

A beat passed where you didn’t know what to do, but it only lasted a second before Tom surprised you by pulling you in for a goodbye hug, “Bye, y/n”. The hug didn’t last long. Not long enough for you to feel the warmth of his body, or for you to get a whiff of his cologne. But it was long enough for it to cause butterflies to flutter in your tummy at his touch.

“Don’t you need to get going?” he asked after you’d made no move to hurry out the café.

“Yeah,” you shook your head, trying to shake this burning feeling he’d lit in you, “Goodbye, Tom!

You left the café the same way you had arrived – nervous. But now your tummy was fluttering for a different reason than it had done this morning.

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