Tom Holland/ Peter Parker Imagines

The Thief that Stole the Ocean's Waves// Tom AU

"And so the two warriors drew their swords, hoping and wishing for their own action to be the fatal move."

My opponent and I slowly walked in circles, waiting to catch a glimpse at an opening. We, however, seemed to be in perfect sync.

"They waited patiently for an opening. The opening that would bring them one step, no, one more strategically thought out move closer to one of them walking away victorious."

Our crowd started to get restless, annoyed with the lack of violence and bloodshed. Moving my attention from reading my sparring mate's body language to make eye contact, I continued to narrate:

"After it seemed like hours has passed; after one of the bloodthirsty warrior started to get dizzy from walking in circles, neither one still made any advances to initiating the first move," I smirked, getting an idea that will hopefully piss off the demigod across from me, "It almost seemed like one of the warriors was actually a lamb in disguise and didn't want spar with a girl."

The demigod stopped his movements and rolled his eyes at me, becoming just as annoyed with me as the crowd. Speaking of the crowed, they had started to yell insults now due to their impatience.

I spun my sword in my fingers with a taunting smile on my face, "It would be embarrassing for the son of one of the Big Three to lose to a girl that he actually challenged himself," I started to stand slightly straighter as I continued my taunt, "or is it that he's afraid to win and look like a massive ass in front of the whole camp?" I raised my eyebrows and shrugged my shoulders, "What's it going to be?"

He lowered his own sword, letting the point of the blade face the ground. He straightened his body out completely, his shoulders slumping. All signs of a battle stance or some kind of guard was let down. He held out his arms to say to an extent "are you kidding me?" I chuckled, my shoulders shaking slightly.

He was tired of my playing, my "jokes" were annoying him to no end now, but it still wasn't the right time to strike. If I do it now, his guard will be put back up just as fast as he willingly put it down.

"What's it going to be?" I repeated, "You going to fight me or back away and complain at the edge of the sound to dear old Dad?"

Now that one took him shocked him, he furrowed his eyebrows and closed his eyes, placing his non-dominant hand over them, "That was unnecessary, Y/N."

"Now, my clever girl. Strike, and strike hard. His ego can take the hit." My father's voice echoes in my head. It's always nice to hear him as he watched over me.

In a blink, my aura practically becomes electric and wild as run at my opponent swiftly. I knock out his legs with my blade, making him fall forward. His messy brown hair now mixed in with the blades of grass as he eats dirt. I push off the ground with my hand to regain my composure to then place one foot on his back and the tip of my sword at the nape of his neck.

The crowd is yelling at the top of their lungs; my cabin all praising my distraction, other cabins calling me a trickster, Mr. D laughing and clapping at the sight of another demigod face down in the dirt.

"That was dirty, Y/N." Tom's head turned to look me in the eye.

I breathed out a laugh, "Says the one with dirt stuck in his teeth."

He smiles and taunts back, "Yeah, but I can always wash it out with some water," just as the Long Island Sound spits out a small bit of water directly in my face. Using the water in my eyes and ears as a distraction, Tom rolls out from under my foot and swings his leg around to knock me on my ass. He continued to use his momentum to end up on his knees behind me with the side of his sword pressed lightly against my throat.