Y/n did most of the leading, Tom following her around, occasionally stopping her, so he could point something out he thought she might like.

At the moment, they were looking at the paintings.

"That's a big crowd," Y/n observed, nodding towards a giant crowd of people, "What do you think they're looking at?"

"Darling, they're looking at the Mona Lisa," Tom said, "And I don't think they're trying to figure out how to steal it."

Y/n rolled her eyes, "Well, that gives me the perfect disguise to figure out how to steal it," she whispered very quietly, to an amused Tom, who was surprised to how long she was keeping this act up.

"When're you going to have time to go and get it?" Tom whispered back, "We're flying out to Greece tomorrow night."

"Yeah, but we're coming back to Paris after Rome," Y/n whispered, "So, I steal it the morning we fly back to England, then sell it on the black market, for millions of dollars."

"Have fun trying to do that," Tom said patting her head, "Let's go look at it."

Y/n nodded, and they worked their way through the crowd to get a decent look at the painting.

"It's so small- that's what she said," Y/n said, still looking at the painting.

"It is relatively small," Tom agreed, "I thought it wasn't going to be this small-"

"-That's what she said," Y/n said under her breath.

Tom rolled his eyes and put his arm around Y/n, getting a quick picture of the two of them, then moving onto the other paintings.

"Ooh," Y/n said, pointing at a statue, "That looks old, how old do you-"

"Excuse me, were you pointing at me?" a snobby girl in front of them asked.

"Er- no," Y/n said as polite as she could, "I was asking my boyfriend a question."

"That's not what it looked like," the girl said, sending scathing looks to Tom and Y/n.

"I honestly was," Y/n said, still trying to sound polite, "I was just trying to ask him-"

"Do you even know who I am?" the girl asked.

"Sorry, I don't," Y/n said.

The girl scoffed, "You must be living under a rock," she said, "Because I was in Infinity War."

Tom and Y/n shared glances, they weren't really in disguises. Sure, Tom was wearing a baseball cap, and a pair of sunglasses, but he was still somewhat recognizable. However, Y/n was wearing a beret and a pair of glasses, so she was still very recognizable.

"May I ask which scene?" Y/n asked.

"The one on the bus in the beginning," the girl said snobbishly, you could just tell she told everyone that, "I was even sat behind Tom Holland."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, since to her, it only felt like it was the week before when she was told to sit behind Tom on the bus.

"I'm pretty sure Y/n L/n sat there," Y/n said.

"Are you sure about that?" the girl asked, not looking as confident as before.

"Yeah, because I was there," Y/n said, still sounding polite. She pulling Tom's sunglasses off of his face, "If you couldn't tell, but I'm kind of Y/n L/n and he's Tom Holland..."

The girl's eyes widened, "Oh- I'm so sorry, I'll leave you two alone," she said, rushing off.

"You know," Y/n said turning to Tom, "Sometimes it helps to be famous."

"It is," Tom agreed, "But we have loads more to look at."

The next morning, Tom woke Y/n later than the day before.

"Thomas," Y/n complained, grabbing her phone, "It's nine- it's nine in the morning- oh, well, I'm up."

Tom chuckled pulling out a bag of croissants on the table, as he sat down.

Y/n got up, and walked over to the table, but tripped on her shoes, landing on Tom's lap, causing both of their faces to flush from embarrassment.

"Sorry," Y/n said quickly, standing up, and moving to the chair next to Tom.

"It's okay," Tom said, handing her the bag of pastries.

"So..." Y/n said after a couple of minutes of awkward silence, "Where are we going today?"

"We're going to be going to Place de la Concorde," Tom said, "The Orsay Museum, it used to be an old train station."

"Is that first place where Marie Antoinette was beheaded?" Y/n grinned.

"Yes, Love," Tom chuckled, "That is where she was beheaded."

"Ooh, this is going to be fun," Y/n smirked.

The two of them packed up their luggage, checked out of their hotel, and put their luggage in a luggage storage place, so they could not lug it along with them, and easily get it before they left to the airport.

After they finished doing that, they took the Metro and took it to the stop closest to the Lourve, since Tom didn't realize there was a station closer to Place de la Concorde.

"I'll see you in a week Mona Lisa," Y/n said to the palace walls as they passed them.

"If you want to go back to the Lourve to look," Tom said, "I might be able to arrange something."

"You're the best," Y/n said, giving his hand a small squeeze.

Tom grinned, and they kept walking until Y/n stopped her mouth agape.

"That looks fancy," Y/n said, "And very expensive."

"You've said about a lot of things this trip, Darling," Tom said.

"That's because it's true," Y/n said, "But I want a closer look, so let's go."

Y/n then proceeded to drag Tom over to the fountain.

"You know I wouldn't mind being beheaded," Y/n shrugged.

Tom looked at her, he sometimes didn't get her and swore she wasn't like this when he first met her, but he was stuck with her now, not that really minded since she was his favorite person.

"Why's that, Darling?" he asked.

"Well, your head just au revoirs away, and you're dead," she said.

"Fair point."

They walked around some more, then went to lunch. After they walked across the river to the Orsay Museum, which according to Tom, used to be an old railway station.

"This is nice," Y/n said looking around," "Can we look around?" she asked gently tugging on his arm.

"Of course, Tom grinned, as he grabbed a map, and they walked around.

Y/n ended up being absorbed into the jewelry, fascinated by how it looked.

"Don't you think my hand is missing something?" Y/n asked Tom, showing him her left hand.

Tom raised an eyebrow, "It looks like it does," Tom said, then getting down on one knee.

Y/n's eye widened, as she converted her mouth with her hands, grinning.

"Did something happen?" he asked, looking up from tying his shoes.

Y/n's grin turned into a frown, "No, definitely not," she said, walking away.

"Love," Tom called, jogging after her, "I was just tying my shoes."

"Mhm, sure," Y/n said, still walking.

"Y/n," Tom said, hugging her, "I do think your hand is missing something."

Y/n looked at him, "What?" she asked holding her hand up.

"My hand," Tom said interlacing their fingers.

Y/n gave him a peck on the lips, "You're still just as cheesy as when I first met you."

"You still love me, just as much," Tom smiled.

"You're not wrong," Y/n sighed, "Now, look at these amazing paintings by Van Gogh."

"They are brilliant," Tom said, as they walked around.

"Do you ever think he owned a van?" Y/n asked, "If he did, do you ever think it went missing, so he could ask where did his van go?"

"Maybe, Love," Tom chuckled.

After about two hours in the Orsay Museum, they left, Y/n called a Crepe cart, and the two of them got a crepe.

Then they grabbed their luggage, and went to the Paris airport, going through security (thankfully no one slipped and weapons of bombs into their bags), they then went to their gate, waiting for their plane.

"Where's our first adventure going to be tomorrow?" Y/n asked as they got in line for their plane.

"We're going to start at Mars Hill," Tom grinned, quickly adding, "Don't worry, I won't wake you up too early."

"Thank you," Y/n smiled, "I can only look like a decent potato if I get my beauty sleep."

Tom shook his head, but couldn't say anything since they were getting their tickets checked.

They boarded the plane, and soon enough, they were starting their three-hour flight to Athens, Greece.

*time skip brought to you by how tired i am*

They landed, and now they were in a taxi, who was taking them to their Airbnb.

Once they got there, Tom and Y/n walked into the Airbnb they were staying in, where Y/n immediately went and jumped onto their bed.

"Y/n, Love," Tom said, "At least get ready for bed if you're going to pass out."

Y/n frowned, getting out of bed, and going to get ready for bed. When she walked out, there was Tom shirtless, which still made her slightly blush.

"Goodnight Princess Tom," Y/n yawned getting under the covers.

Tom slipped into the bed as well, kissing her forehead, "G'night, Love."

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i'm taking nap
you wanna take a nap?
i'm taking nap right here
okay take a nap right there
goodnight
*tired noises* goodnight

see ya later bee bro's
再见