Tom Holland imagines <3

Ain't no crying in the club• Mob! TH

Summary: you are partying at one of Toms pubs, when a guy won't leave you alone, leaving him in a river of a situation.
Warnings: swearing, mafia stuff, mentions of death, harassment, fluff.
Word count: 925

Your POV:
I never usually enjoyed dancing on my own, especially when I was in a popular club, many dangerous people inside, in a tight dress.

Though I wasn't really alone, my fiancé was in the next room, in a meeting, as usual.

See my boyfriend was Tom Holland, also known as Dutch, notorious British mobster, who took over the Holland mob from his father, and it had been that way for about 7 years now. When Tom walked into a room, people turned, when he looked at them, they flinched, his power, and his ego were unstoppable. Growing larger and larger, day by day.

He was a maniac, dangerous and a killer. He didn't love anyone, he didn't even love himself, he killed anyone who blinked at him, didn't matter if you were male or female, you looked at him and you never stood a chance.

That was until I showed up. He almost softened at the very sight of me.

We met when my father forced me to go to some party with him, only for him to leave me for some mistress an hour later, leaving me alone, Tom saw me, but really he saw his next one night stand, but instead of making his move he became a stuttering mess, almost bowing at my feet.

Obviously he didn't let anyone see this side of him, too much anyway, he would act soft and caring towards me, then at the flash of an eye kill someone who turns their head to mine. And that's how we liked it, I never had to see my dad again, and I was with the love of my life.

Currently though, I was dancing alone, Tom was dragged away while we danced, apparently the guy they had been chasing for a while had resurfaced.

I felt hands curl around my waist, but I pushed them off, they were too small to be toms, and nor were they soft like toms either.

I turned around to see my suspicions right, as some rough Middle Aged man stood there smirking at me.

"Can I help you?" I asked harshly, holding one hand on my hip, tilting my body to one side, quickly eyeing the pub for Tom, or his men. No luck.

"Trying to get a dance with a pretty girl" he shrugged, as if the answer was obvious, I raised my eyebrows and waited for anything more, at which his sickening smirk only grew, taking one step toward me.

"And maybe after, we'll see where the night takes us" he winked, making me feel sick to my stomach.

"No, sorry" I shrugged, I went to turn around but his hand caught my arm quicker, turning my body around.

"Come on little one, just a bit of fun" he continued. My heart rate quickened, failing to struggle free from his grip.

"This isn't a good idea sir, Tom Holland will not be happy" I tried to reason. He just scoffed with a laugh.

"Why's that? Not like your his girl, you're too pretty for Tom" he laughed, I breathed in relief when I saw Tom standing behind the man, with two of his men.

"Yeah I know, she is way to pretty for me." Tom said, making the man gasp and turn around. "That's why I'm very protective over what's mine." He said, before punching the guy right in the face, sending him to the floor.

"Are you alright, my love?" Tom asked, coming over and searching all over my body for any marks the man may have left, he saw the bruises that were slowly appearing on my wrist, lifting it gently and gently peppering light kisses all over it.

"I'm alright Tom, thank you" I smiled, kissing the inside of his palm as he rested it on my cheek, making him nod and slowly lean in, kissing my lips softly.

He took my hand and lead me out of the pub, and I knew exactly where we were going.. the Thames. Usually you'd think that would be an awful idea, since the mi5 and mi6 are both based right on the sides of the Thames, that's why we are based to the west side of london, far from them. And that is where this punk was going.

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"Any last words mate?" Tom sighed, asking the man who was knelt facing the Thames, his hands tied behind his back, a bag over his head.

"I didn't know she was your girl" he reasoned, those last words sucked, Tom stretched his body out, pointing his arm and gun at the man before firing the easy shot, the man falling into the river with a splash.

"No one has good last words anymore" Tom scoffed, putting his gun back in his holster as he strode over to me, taking my hand and pulling me into his body.

"Thank you Tommy" I murmured into his suit jacket, it was barely audible, making him chuckle, and kiss my head.

"Don't thank me angel, I'm here to protect you always" he mumbled into my head, placing a few kisses on my head.

"Love you tom" I sighed, letting my eyes flutter shut.

"I love you too sweetheart, let's go home yeah?"  He asked, breaking the hug, making me whine and nod my head, which made him chuckle.