pairing: king!tom holland x princess!reader
words: 3.9k (wow okay scarlett)
warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, verbal abuse
summary: In two separate kingdoms were two lonely monarchs. One can somehow never find love and the other is in a painful engagement but by some sort of divine intervention, they two meet and fall for each other. The only downside is that they don’t know it’s them.
a/n: i don’t know how many parts this series will have, but hopefully all of the chapter will be fleshed out x
Something about sitting through these long discussions made y/n want to jump out of the next window she saw, but she knew she had to.
She was first in line for the throne to the Ardonian throne, a royal treasure as her father liked to tell her. She had some many duties to uphold, some many people to impress and some may things looming over her. She couldn’t handle it.
“y/n, are you listening to me?” her father; King Albert called out, his gruff voice filling the room. y/n waited for the maids to tie the knot on her corset before she swivelled around to face him.
“I’m sorry father, could you repeat what you said?” y/n asked sweetly trying to avoid her father’s wrath against her. He stood up stumbling a bit as he made his way over to his daughter.
“I know you’ve been subduing the planning for your wedding,” Her father spoke sternly, as he watched the rest of y/n’s heavy gown be placed on her figure. y/n felt her stomach do turns when her father told her the news.
“I’ve been busy,” y/n said shortly as she went to place her stumpy heels on her feet.
“You need to get married as soon as possible y/n,” her father exclaimed angrily, “Our kingdom needs a direct heir,” her father snapped. y/n huffed loudly and rolled her eyes.
“Is that all that matters to you,” y/n spat back as her hands found themselves placed on her hips, “maybe you should consider my happiness instead of making sure I have children,” y/n told him quietly, seriously doubting her father’s love for her.
The room fell completely silent as y/n’s father stared elsewhere while y/n’s had her eyes trained straight on her father. y/n prayed something would happen that cause her father to leave her alone and thankfully something did.
A soft couple of knocks on her door cut the thick air and both monarchs looked to the door intently, “It’s open,” y/n called out and in walked a middle-aged man dressed in nice clothing and a charming but evil smirk on his face, y/n grimaced.
“I am sorry, your majesty but I need to talk to your daughter,” the man spoke lightly as he bowed in the direction of y/n’s father before turning to face her. y/n’s father smiled widely before slowly making his way out of the room.
Once they were alone, the man swayed toward y/n. She tried to distance herself from him as best she could.
“How’s my bride to be?” he asked with a tinge of darkness in his voice.
“Fine, Archduke Willopp,” y/n said quietly, not wanting to start a conversation with him. Willopp laughed evilly before he let his hands drift over her waist and he grips it tightly. y/n flinched.
“Oh come on, don’t be like that,” he whispered in her ear, y/n felt like she was going to be sick all over him.
“I don’t want to see you at the moment Willopp,” she told him as she finally freed herself from his bruising grasp. Willopp’s face immediately darkened.
“You know I don’t like it when you walk away from me y/n,” he snapped at her, his hand clamping down on her wrist. Her head whipped around to see her fiancee’s face turn into a menacing frown. y/n’s heart pounded against her ribcage as she watched Willopp come closer to her face. She didn’t know if she would walk out of her with bruises on her body or a spit on her face. “So why are you walking away from me, you stupid little girl,” Willopp spoke with venom lacing his tone. y/n stood there, her legs almost buckling in fear from Willopp’s proximity to her face.
“Leave me - alone,” y/n stuttered out as she snatched her arm away from Willopp and pushed him off her. Willopp grumbled something angrily under his breath before he stomped out of the massive room and slammed the door shut.
y/n stood there in absolute disgust, why was he so cruel to her? Why is Willopp her fiancee? And Why did her father let him marry her? y/n slumped against her solid gold walls and let her face fall into her hands as she sobbed into her palms.
Across the large sea was another distraught monarch this time in Tom. He had just been crowned king after his father’s tragic passing. He sat at the head of the impossible long table, Tom remembers when he was still a young prince sitting at this very table eating dinner with his family and close friends. He wished he could revisit that time.
He was just enjoying the quietness of his own company when the large door swung open and a scatter of feet came rushing in. Tom immediately knew who was running in.
“Darling, I have amazing news!” His mother’s voice came calling out, Tom sucked in his breath not really wanting to deal with his mother at this moment.
“Yes, Mum?” Tom asked sweetly, trying to hide his uninterest with a smile.
Nikki has been through a lot in the past few months, with the death of her husband; the king and then an attempt on her sons’ lives. She asked Tom not to pity her, but sometimes it was hard for him not to.
“I was talking with Baroness Diona and she said she has a daughter that is undivorced and still looking for love,” Nikki smiled happily as she clapped her hands in celebration.
Tom sighed loudly as he turned to face his mother, “as much as I appreciate you trying to get me married, all the women at court are only wanting to be with me because I am king,” he let his finger massage his temple softly, “and besides I want a wife who loves me, just like you and Dad,” Tom told her with a lovesick smile on his face.
Nikki’s hand stroked her son’s face gently, “as much as I want that for not only you Tom but your brothers as well, sometimes that is not true,” Nikki exclaimed sadly, she did truly want all of her sons married off with women that they loved but she knew in her heart that is an unreachable dream.
“I know mum, I know,” Tom spoke sadly. The pair stood there in silence before the doors opened once again, this time two guards walked in.
“The boat is ready sir,” they spoke almost in unison to Tom, who nodded in agreement. Tom could see his mother look up at him with an odd look.
“King Albert has invited us to go to a massive ball for their princess in Ardonia,” Tom explained as he snatched his luxurious coat from the chair and swung it over his shoulders. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back in about a month and I am taking Harrison and The twins with me,” Tom told Nikki quickly, knowing she would have a go at him for leaving. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and ran out.
On his way to the boat, he met up with Harrison, who was a high ranking Archduke and one of the most respected men at court, especially with the ladies.
“Your majesty,” Harrison exclaimed sarcastically as he bowed slightly. Tom chuckled before he slapped Harrison on his forearm harshly. Both men boarded the boat, Tom felt the sea breeze hit his face. He remembers when his Dad would bring him on the boat and Tom would help the fishermen and the crew with their chores, God I miss him Tom thought to himself.
“Are the twins on yet?” Tom asked Harrison, in an attempt to distract himself from the memories of his father.
It took Harrison a second to spot Harry and Sam but once he did, he pointed them out to Tom who simply nodded away.
As if on cue, Harry and Sam met up with their brother and Harrison with wide grins on their faces. Tom felt an odd sense of mischief from the two.
“What’s going on with you two?” Tom asked hesitatingly. The twins looked at each other before turned back to their brother with even bigger smiles.
“So we were talking around before our trip and it seems like two night before the big gathering, there is an intimate masquerade ball happening in a nearby Duke’s land and we got the four of us a ticket in,” Harry told Tom, with Sam grinning brightly next to him.
“I don’t know, Mum would kill us if she knew we were going to it,” Tom spoke but immediately regretted it. He was the King of the mighty land of Heladien and yet he was afraid that his mother would punish him for a night out like a child, “you know what, I need some fun,” Tom said happily as he watched the men surrounding him rejoice.
Harrison placed both of his hands on Tom’s shoulders and leaned in, “hopefully we can get you a nice lady to sleep with at the ball,” Harrison spoke sneakily.
“It would be better if Tom could get the Princess herself,” Sam said, wanting to go unnoticed but it went fully into everyone’s ears.
“What do you mean by that?” Tom asked, actually quite puzzled as to why his brother would say that.
“Oh just heard that Princess y/n is supposedly phenomenally gorgeous and that if you did sleep with her it would be good for Heladien,” Sam said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
Tom said nothing but tried to incision what The Princess actually looked like. Guess he’ll have to find out.
y/n sat at the stand, fiddling with her earrings and fixing her tied up hair. She was supposed to be going to sleep when in reality, y/n was getting ready for the annual masquerade ball held by a nearby Duke and his wife.
“This is going to be absolutely smashing,” Ophelia; one of y/n’s ladies in waiting spoke up as she flattened her sky blue dress. y/n smiled warmly at the reflection of her friend in the mirror.
“Hopefully I found a suitor at this ball, heard a lot of powerful men are going to be there,” Elvira, another one of her ladies exclaimed as she tried pushing her corset higher to enhance her chest.
“You’ll scare off men with those massive diamonds hanging by your neck,” Jade, the last of her ladies giggled as she pointed to the large diamond necklace on Elvira’s neck given to her by y/n herself.
“Hey, the men will think I have a wealthy family and that means a wealthy husband,” Elvira clapped happily as she fanned herself.
“Oh, would you look at the time,” Ophelia gasped loudly, the other 3 women glanced at the clock and immediately started to pack you their things in a rush and run out of the room.
The carriage ride went spent pre-drinking expensive champagne and gossiping about the people attending, that was until a certain name appeared in the conversation.
“I heard you father invited King Tom to your gathering in two days,” Jade told y/n as she sipped the alcohol.
“It wouldn’t surprise me, my father adores Tom, I have never met him yet my Dad tells me he is like a second son to him,” y/n scoffed as she poured another glass.
“Wonder if he is coming to the ball?” Ophelia asked excitedly as she wiggled her way into the group.
“If he is, the other girls there are going to have to kill me to get me off him,” Elvira spoke devilishly, cackling in the process.
Y/n stayed silent in her corner of the carriage. She stared out at the passing trees and wonder who Tom could be and how he could demand such respect from her father. Better yet, what he looks like, a girl had to know. Quickly y/n snapped out of her quizzed exclusion and swivelled back to the group.
“Who cares,” y/n called out, “this is the one night a year when I can be someone else and not the Princess!” y/n cheered loudly as she prompted the other girl to toast their glasses in celebration.
The night went fast for both of them. y/n was out enjoying being a complete stranger for just one night, she was enjoying not having to constantly curtsy and stand straight and enjoying not having people breathing down her neck at every waking moment. Tom was loving the festivities of Ardonia. He must admit they knew how to party, he also was revelling in the fact that no one knew who he was or what his title was. They loved this.
Tom was loving having women flock to him, by because he wore a crown on his head but because he was handsome and charming, it made him feel great about himself. y/n adored flirting with men, having them gaze upon her as if she was meant to be theirs. She would obviously never cheat on Willopp, even if she so desperately wanted to. She wouldn’t, right?
y/n had lost her friends in the crowd, they were next to her one minute and then they were mysteriously missing from her company. So she went on a wild goose chase.
She was asking random people about their whereabouts, she was searching in places she didn’t want to and most of all, just shouting their names amidst the crowds’ loud chatter.
y/n had her eyes trained on her now throbbing feet, she was so focused on the pain that she had no idea that there was a man standing right in front of her. They collided and y/n lost her footing, luckily the masked man expertly slid his hand behind her waist and gripped tightly.
Tom, on the other hand, was just walking to grab some more liquor for himself and his friends when this random lady ran straight into him and Tom could see that she was going to stumble to the floor, so he quickly secured her in his arms.
To put it simply, sparks flew. They both felt it and they both knew it.
“Hello,” y/n spoke sheepishly, feeling a hot blush creep on her face, thank god for the mask. She had a good look into his warm chocolate brown eyes, they looked so inviting yet so mysterious.
“Hi,” Tom responded with absolute romance filling his voice. They stayed there, staring at each other intensely for what felt like hours when in reality y/n quickly snapped out of her lovesick haze but giving a small cough. She stood straight and tried to make herself look as proper as she could in her quite tipsy state.
“Have you seen 3 women? around my age?” y/n asked quietly just wanting to stare at his face for a little longer. Tom heard her question and chuckled loudly.
“There are a lot of women here tonight sweetheart,” Tom told her lowly in an attempt to try and seduce her but to y/n his voice already sounded like absolute sex, “you’re going to have to be more specific.”
“Well,” y/n started, trying to think of a way to tell this man who her friends were without exposing her true identity. “They are the ladies in waiting for the Princess,” y/n told him with a beam on her face.
Tom felt his stomach do flips when she flashed him that smile. “How are you friends with the ladies in waiting to Princess y/n,” Tom asked her, curious to find out who this stunning woman was. Tom could see her face crinkle up with his question.
“I myself am a lady in waiting to the Princess,” y/n spoke quickly, her adrenaline was running at an all-time high, she felt like she was going to get addicted to this feeling of rebelliousness.
“What about your name sweetheart,” Tom asked her again, this time he took a step closer to her.
y/n stared up at him with worry, as she tried to rack her brain of answers before a large smirk fell on her face, “isn’t the whole idea of a masquerade ball, not to know people’s names.”
Tom watched the woman take two steps closer to him, their breaths were now intertwined and her hands fell onto the tight restraints of his shirt.
Y/n tried to weave her arms around him but as one of her hands touched the top of his chest, she almost moaned at the feeling of his obviously perfectly sculpted chest.
Tom had leaned down to the woman, feeling a wave of confidence hit him as he watched the woman admire him. “That doesn’t mean I can’t know your body right?” Tom asked her innocently.
The question but y/n off guard, her knees almost buckled at the way his hot breath wafted over her features. All she wanted to do was crash her lips on his, so she did.
They kissed in the dim light of the ballroom. Her hands found themselves perfectly seated on his sculpted jawline. While Tom has his arms snaked around her waist and scooped her in tighter. By some sort of divine intervention, it felt like they were meant for each other. The way their lips moved together, like a key slipping in a lock. They had only been talking for 10 minutes before they pounced on each other.
y/n popped her lips off Tom slowly, wanting to continue with their little moment of passion. “I know the duke has a lot of rooms, how about we occupy one?” y/n asked him devilishly, she wanted for the man to answer but instead she got a furious nod from him.
There was no going back now, if she wasn’t on the verge of being drunk, y/n would have run away before she could write her death sentence by sleeping with this incredibly attractive man.
The two immediately ran off, skipping down the halls, y/n thought they looked like something out of a fairytale, with the man’s well-done suit and dress shoes clicking on the tiled floor and her dress flowing behind her as they rushed to find an unoccupied room. Their lips found each other every once in a while with laughs and moans combined.
Finally, the pair stumbled into a dark empty room. Tom’s hands multitask to open the door but still weave themselves in her silky hair. Tom took a good look at the seductive woman in the heat of the moment. Her e/c eyes basically sparkled with desire and glimmered with love. Tom knew he would never forget those beautiful eyes.
It didn’t take long for the pair to strip themselves of their tight formal clothing, y/n saw his hands reach for his mask to slid it off his face, her hands shot up to stop him. The man peered down to y/n with a confused look in his face.
“No, for one night I don’t want to know who you are,” y/n told him lowly as she guided him to the immense amount of bedding behind them. “I kind of like the mystery of it,” she confessed quietly.
Tom heard everything she said and smiled to himself before he connected their lips once more and threw the woman across the bed.
There was no going back for either of them.
It had been a day and a half since Tom and y/n unknowingly slept with each other.
Tom remembers the night that an angel embraced him. He was determined to find this woman before they left for Heladien in a fortnight. He remembers the softness of her skin, the warmness of her touch. Luckily for him, he would see her again since she had told him she was a lady in waiting for the Princess and Tom, Harrison, Harry & Sam were about to leave the gathering of Princess y/n. The perfect opportunity to hopefully spend another blissful night with her.
y/n, on the other hand, tried her best to not think of her infidelity. She wanted to lock the memory up and throw it away but it was tough.
She just couldn’t get him out of her head, the way he spoke to her, a sweetness but still a firmness. Something she had never had. The way he touched her, it was not in an aggressive way like the how Willopp handles her but it was gentle and kind. y/n still recalls having her fingers tangled in the adorable mop of brown curls on his head while he was pounding her.
God, it was the sex too that seemed to push everything to a high. It seemed as if he had years of practice, he seemed to instantly know every nook and cranny of her body and left her struggling to walk the next morning. But alas, all good things must come to an end.
Like in the present, she was in her most formal attire, an elegantly large red dress that showed just enough cleavage and covered the right amount as well. y/n tried to listen to an old lord drag on about his dreary children, she picked up a few things at a time but hardly got the bigger picture. Luckily, King Albert had whisked y/n away from that awful conversation.
“Tonight has been lovely dad,” y/n told her father with a smile on her face. Usually, y/n would have to lie straight to his face but the night had been bearable, mostly because she had come in contact with her monstrous fiancee.
Albert stared down at his daughter with one of the only warm smiles he has ever given her. “I want you to finally meet King Tom,” her father told y/n before he peered off in the distance oddly, “how I wish he was my son.”
“Thanks, dad,” y/n huffed, slightly annoyed at her father’s comment. It seems as if Albert hadn’t even heard his daughter’s comment as he showed y/n to his side and three young men turned to face the royal family.
“Darling these are Prince Harry & Sam of Heladien and Archduke Osterfield,” Her father said proudly as y/n watched his hand drift over each other the boys, “I have no idea where King Tom is though,” Albert said under his breath as he searched around for the missing monarch. When suddenly a final man pushed past the crowd of people and went straight to hug y/n’s father.
“Your majesty, how have you been?” Tom asked happily, nor he or y/n had seen each other’s faces yet. Tom pulled away from Albert, who was smiling at him lovingly.
“Tom, I’d like you to finally meet my daughter, the Princess,” Albert announced to Tom who followed where King Albert was point and spotted a young woman in a stunning gown. The two locked eyes. Tom’s heart raced and his mind toyed with memories of that night. While y/n felt her whole world crumble in front of her but her body burned with love.
They had fallen for each other without either of them knowing.
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