𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer farfromharry on Tumblr
Parings → Prince! Tom Holland x Princess! Reader
Warnings → none
Summary →Tom is a big fan of pulling pranks on his brothers, and he just so happens to drag you into it.
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"Come on darling, it'll be fine," he whispered, trying to coax you into following him into his younger brother's room.
Ever since you'd gotten married, the royal prince had dragged you with him to pull pranks on his family members and house staffs. You weren't really fond of it but still went with him, pulling countless pranks with him around the castle that usually left the staff and his own family with steam coming out of their ears.
"What if he gets mad?" You were always hesitant, assuming the queen could just execute you if you really did go too far, but Tom reassured you that you were being way too over dramatic.
Now you and Harry had a good relationship, he hadn't even hesitated to welcome you into his family. But you also knew from that, that the man valued his sleep, and you and Tom heading into his room and disrupting that probably wasn't a good idea.
"He won't, it's just Harry, love." You rolled your eyes, finding that your worry clearly wasn't getting across to the man in front of you. You went to protest again when Tom caught you, slotting his hand over your mouth so you couldn't make some strange comment about being executed again. "They aren't going to behead you," he chuckled. "We may be royalty, but we aren't Henry VIII."
Before you knew it, and still with a few more attempts at a protest with your husband, you and the young Prince were sneaking into the room, jug of cold water and bag of flour in hand.
As soon as one of you was situated on either side of Harry's bed, Tom raised his hand, ready to give you a countdown so nothing happened too early or when one of you wasn't ready.
You watched him lower his ring finger, middle and then his index finger.
When he put down his pointer finger, signalling now was the time, you quickly and nervously poured the water over your brother in law, hearing him barely let out a gasp at the sudden cold, wet sensation pulling him from his sleep before the flour was pushed onto him.
He coughed a few times, the sounds of your giggles and Tom's boyish laughter echoing around the room. The pair of you left before Harry was able to get to his feet, not wanting to deal with the wrath of the young man if he were to catch you.
"Do you think he knows it was us?" you whispered, trying to stifle a few giggles at the memories of a few seconds ago. You could practically hear the steam coming from Harry and the anger put into each one of his steps as he stomped his way to yours and Tom's hiding place around the corner.
"Probably no-"
"Tom!"
He looked at you with wide open eyes, taking your hand in his quickly. The two of you laughed loudly as Tom led you down the long hallways of the castle, weaving in and out of the way of the staff and even some more than confused guards.
"I'm going to kill you both!" Harry's threat made you hit Tom's arm playfully. "I told you!"
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