Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

How Charming | Tom Holland

Dawnofsm123: "I was wondering if you could do a Tom Holland au? So the reader is like a maid and Tom's a prince so it's 'illegal' for him to be with her coz she's a maid."
Of course I can, love! Hope you enjoyed it, I tried to stick to your wishes lmao. 
-A

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I quickly rushed around the halls, trying to get back to the kitchen where I should be, but of course I had to get lost in this maze. Letting out a small huff of annoyance, I turned on my heel and bumped straight into someone, falling onto the floor. I looked up at them, recognising the face immediately as my eyes widened and he extended his hand with a warm smile.
"Are you okay?" He asked, with a light laugh that made my heart flutter. Oh, god! I just bumped into the fricken Prince! Oh no. I took his hand anyways and he pulled me up, almost having me stumble into him again before I let go of his hand and regained my balance.
"Of course, I'm quite alright." I answered, brushing the non-existent dirt away from my clothes, their dull colour adding onto my already bad mood. 
"You seem to be a little bit... lost. You've been wandering in circles for a few minutes until you bumped into me." A grin made its way to his face, his brown eyes watching me as my face felt hot and I tried to look everywhere but at his face.
"I'm just making my way to the kitchen, but this place is a..... castle.. so I got... lost. A little." I swallowed my spit and massaged my face, trying to make it look like I was frustrated or tired, when I was actually using the cold of my hands to get rid of my blush. But, obviously, that didn't work and I was stuck standing in front of the Prince, lost in a large castle and in my most drab clothes of all. Would Lady Luck and I ever wake up on the right side of the bed? Probably not.
"Right..." He said, turning a bit and starting to walk, making me turn to watch him walk off before he stopped in his tracks and turned his head to me. "Come on, then!" Came his comment, making me grin with my cheeks practically on fire as I jogged to catch up, my shoes making faint clicking noises that slowed down when I was walking at the same pace as him. 

The walk was silent, but not uncomfortable, and I finally made it back to the kitchen. I turned around to face him, seeing that his gaze was already on me, making my face hot. Of course he'll face me, he's expecting a thank you! I gulped and gave him a small smile, placing my hand on the door's handle. "Thank you."
"You shouldn't have to thank me for doing what anyone else would do." He replied, giving me a wide smile before turning on his heel and casually strolling off.

Well, that happened.

And so, with a big grin on my face, I turned the doorknob and walked into the kitchen, watching casually as two people stumbled out of the kitchen. I crossed my arms at them with a grin and they nervously giggled at me.
"Who was that?" One asked, letting her twin speak.
"It sounded like a guy!" She exclaimed. I sighed, my grin becoming wider before they started squealing, pulling me inside of the kitchen and closing the doors.
"What was his name?!" They asked in unison, a few other maids turning their heads to me and slowly crowding around. My face went hot and I tried to shush them.
"Nothing." I protested, making most people nudge the others and whisper before the twins shushed them.
"Come on!"
"Please?"
"Just the name!"
Everyone started pleading, making me let out a loud groan. The problem with maids? The gossip never stops. "His name was Thomas."
"Will you see him again?"
"I got lost, Genevieve. He was helping me get back. So that's probably a no."
"Probably?" 
That sent the girls into a frenzy, interrogating me and asking more questions about him. 

I am so tempted to tell.

"What did he look like?" One girl asked. She was fairly young, around eleven, her dirty blonde hair was done in a plait that rested to her side. (Like Prim's hair but with Katniss' hairstyle yee)
"Brown hair, brown eyes, about this much taller than me-" I raised my hand above me as a guess as to how much taller than me he was. The twins- Genny and Genevieve- glanced at each other then back at me, excited to have more to talk about.
"Details!" Came their demand in unison, making me massage my face before someone yelled something in the crowd and they all separated to get back to their jobs, me included. The young girl once again glanced at me with a small smile before looking away. 
"What?" I asked with a small laugh, making her wave it off with a wider smile.
"Nothing! Nothing." 
I nudged her playfully and focused on what I was making before placing my hand in the bucket of now lukewarm water and quickly flicking it at her, making her let out a little laugh as the door opened and a different maid of higher importance- judging by her slightly better clothes- scoffed at all of us, clapping her hands twice.
"We're having guests over tonight, everyone! Be on your best behaviour, this is a suitor for the Prince that will do well for us!" She said and eyed me or someone else (probably the latter) before turning on her heel and leaving, the doors closing with a loud BANG before everyone started whispering between each other once more.
"Seriously, what was it?" I asked her again, making her sigh.
"The description of your lover-" she giggled lightly- "seems a little familiar to me.." 

What?
No.
Lover?
Yeah, right! More like a one-time map!

"What do you mean?" I asked, furrowing my brow in confusion. 
"Thomas, brown hair, brown eyes, you might never speak to him again... a little familiar to me, is all." She said with a shrug, making my face go hot.
"He's not even a lover of mine, they just love gossip like old ladies."
"Like the one who barged through the doors earlier?"
I shushed her, failing to hold back my own giggled.
"You can't say that!" 
By the time we had all managed to cook the feast, she seemed a lot more comfortable to be working in the kitchen. I had also learnt that her name was Mari and that she was actually twelve in a few months. We made the table, put all the food out and made ourselves look as presentable as could be, changing into our only good clothes and standing silently to listen to any demands made.
"Places!" The maid of higher important demanded, making a few people shuffle a few steps to the right or left. Soon after that the Princes, the King and the Queen walked elegantly to their seats, sitting straight and waiting for the other kingdom's Princess and Queen to walk in-
See, their king had died a while ago and needed a new male heir desperately, asking kingdom after kingdom to dine with them and meet their young Princess. Rumour has it that she is one of the most beautiful maidens one could ever lay their eyes on. I fiddled with some of the clothing on my sleeve before letting it drop, standing straight and looking forwards but not at anybody- just as the rest of the maids here. Feeling a pair of eyes on me, I tore my eyes away to see Prince Thomas looking my way, confusion riddled all over his face. I then glanced over to the door, hearing someone's feet pitter-patting their way to it. The man was short and stout, wearing the usual attire of a first-class. 
"Friends of the crown, King Dominic, Queen Nicola, Prince Samuel, Prince Harry, Prince Patrick and Prince Thomas please pay the kindest of greetings to Princess Alora and her mother Queen Alice." Some people rose from their seats, including the princes and the king and queen, waiting as the large oak doors opened to reveal the two.
Queen Alice had long, blonde hair that was placed into one of the more popular hairstyles these days, her dress elegant like her posture as her face showed only the expression of happiness. She seemed glowing with pride when she saw that Prince Thomas' gaze had landed on her daughter, who had long, flowing fawn hair left to cascade down her body to halfway down her back. Alora was absolutely beautiful with her own expression being that of happy curiosity as she looked around, her gaze finally landing on Thomas as they shared a moment of silence before her mother ended it, both giving a curtsy. 
"Thank you for arranging this with us," she said, slowly rising with her daughter, "Your Prince seems very charming and he does not let your description of him down."
Queen Nicola let out a soothing laugh, all of them sitting down. "I don't doubt they'll get along."
Prince Thomas' face went pink as he moved his gaze over to me, our eyes making contact before we both looked away before anybody saw.
"Shall we dine?" The king asked, making her nod as the maids pushed their chairs in.
"Let's." 

So many hours of having to listen about that perfect princess with the perfect face and the perfect hair and the perfect mind and how she's so amazing and how she's taking a liking to Prince Thomas when the most they've done is make eye contact that made the Prince blush. 
I've been stood up for so long, I feel like my back is going to snap and that I'll just collapse. I keep my posture, looking into thin air and thinking to myself. The poor Prince, I hope he doesn't have to invite the bragging Queen Alice at his wedding with Alora- if he even agrees to marry her, which he probably will. Princess Alora flicked some hair behind her as she raised her food to her ruby red lips, her gaze staying on Thomas who was talking to his youngest brother, Patrick. I've talked to him before when I had to bring him something when he was ill- he insisted I called him Paddy. 
Prince Patrick giggled at what Thomas said and turned back to the adults when they started talking about Thomas and about his many hobbies and achievements. 

As soon as the feast ended and they left, Alora kissing Prince Thomas' cheek and leaving a red mark before she turned around and stalked off with her mother, the doors closing with a quiet bang. The royal family chatted to each other, probably about Alora, before leaving. Everyone changed their positions to slumped shoulders and moving around and chatting as they all made their way to the bedrooms. However comfortable that seemed, I still had the job of taking care of the horses before going to bed. I changed into my most dull clothes and walked out, heading over to the stables. I heard footsteps inside and I slowly walked in, hiding behind some hay bales and listening to what they started saying. All I could here was a indistinct muttering from down the hill I just came from, earning a shout from in the stables.
"Give me a moment, mother! I won't be long!" They yelled, the voice finally registering into my mind as my fatigue took over and I fell into the hay. Everything went quiet and I waited for a few moments, letting out a small groan as I pulled myself up, a hand coming into view. "How is it that every time we meet it seems you will be needing me to help you up?" He teasingly asked, making me let out a huff as I let him pull me up. 
"Trust me, I wasn't planning on talking to you." I snapped, instantly regretting it and clasping my hand over my mouth as I let out a gasp, taking my hand away. "I didn't mean it the way it came out-"
He waved it off. "You're clearly tired, I get how you feel. Queen Alice wouldn't stop droning on about her daughter." He complained, making me let out a small laugh.
"I'm afraid I don't have anything to say on the matter, although Princess Alora seemed a little interested in you." I replied, starting to brush the horse's body.
"Am I mistaken or did that sound like jealousy?" He teased me, making me want to groan.
"No. It did not. I'm just saying, she was staring at you the whole time." I said with a chuckle.
"You're definitely jealous of her, aren't you?"
"No. No no no." I said, turning around to him. "Definitely-"
"I knew it-"
"Not. Definitely not. You cut me off!"
"Ha ha, you're jealous of Alora!" He said in a sing-song voice.
"Ha ha, you're not listening to me!" I mocked the same voice.
"If looks could kill I think both Alora and me would be having our wedding in coffins." He joked, making me raise an eyebrow at him with an unimpressed expression on my face.
"I'm not jealous of you-" I looked up a little bit to see the full of his face, only now realising how close we had gotten to each other in such a small space of time. I felt my own face go hot and I tried to avoid his gaze- failing miserably. This is so embarrassing..
"Are you sure of that?" He asked me and I gulped. 
"Of course I am." I said, my voice almost cracking under the pressure in the situation.
No, I'm not.
"Okay then," he said, turning on his heel and walking off. I let out a silent sigh before he turned around and placed a kiss on my cheek that lingered for a few seconds, once again walking off and making his way down the hill, teasing in a sing-song voice (once again) the words:
"Good night, Y/N." 
And so, with heart pounding and brain going haywire, I took care of the horses and went to the bedrooms, falling asleep and still in a daze.

Oh god.

Oh no.

Please don't say I'm-

I'm not-

surely I can't be.

I am.

Prince Thomas will return ;)
-A