Requested by -NoraAdeline: Tom and Y/N are married, star-crossed lovers when Tom gets killed, and so Y/N kills herself too to be with him. Back to modern times, they meet again in a cafe when they literally collide with each other, feel like they know each other, and they fall in love all over again.

*Please note: as the request suggests, this chapter contains themes of suicide. I do write how the reader does it, I do go into slight detail, so please do not read if that will be too much for you right now. Also, as I always say with topics like this, my DMs are ALWAYS open if ANYONE needs to talk, or if anyone gets triggered by this chapter. Thank you, my loves, and look after yourselves xoxo*

I sat at my mirror in mine and Tom's bed chambers, my regal dress flowing over my legs and gently brushing the stone floors as I lightly powdered my nose. Suddenly, the door flew open behind me, making me look over my shoulder to look at the heavily panting maid who had just opened the heavy wooden structure.

"What is the meaning of this-."

"It's the king, my lady. He's back from his hunting trip. But something happened." She gulped. My eyes widened, my lips immediately parting in a choke as my heart dropped to my feet.

"Take me to him now." I demanded as I stood up. The maid nodded before turning on her feet, my eyes wavering as I followed after her. I was the queen of England, and I had become the queen when I had married the heir to the throne, king Tom Holland, a year ago. Tom was truly the love of my life, and whilst our marriage had been one of business and the joining of kingdoms, we genuinely loved each other, we were star-crossed lovers, and I couldn't wait to start a family with him. But of course being royals had its downsides, the predominant one being the threat to life. Tom of course had certain duties as king, including going down to the villages under our reign when there was a threat from foreign powers, and having to fight in battles that our allies were involved in. Never before, though, had he not come back to me. Well...until now. I followed the maid through the corridors of the castle, both of us hurrying as she led me into the main hall. As soon as the guards on the doors saw us, they opened the doors, and I rushed in. But as soon as I saw Tom, I wished that I hadn't.

"Oh my god, no, no!" I screamed, tears immediately leaving my eyes as I rushed to the spot on the long table that Tom's body was on. My husband's eyes weakly fluttered open as I arrived at his side, his gorgeous chocolate gaze already dimming as I tightly took his hand into mine.

"My love." He mumbled, the lack of strength remaining in his body evident as he clearly fought for his life. And lost.

"What happened?!" I sobbed and shook my head as I looked down at his blood-soaked clothes. There was genuinely too much of the crimson liquid for me to work out what had happened, he was so drenched in it that I was surprised that I had made it in time to say goodbye.

"W-we ran into a group of bandits whilst hunting and they shot us with arrows. One got me. One got me, darling." He whispered and shook his head as tears also started to leave his eyes. I choked harshly and squeezed my eyes shut, my heart shattering into more pieces than I ever thought was possible at the fact that we were in the final moments of Tom's life. My husband, my world...was about to die. I gulped and looked up at the guards and Tom's men that were standing around the table, all of them looking solemnly at me in response.

"Put him on the floor. I want to hold him when he goes." I choked. Their eyes widened in uncertainty, all of them exchanging unsure glances at my request.

"My lady, I don't-."

"Do as she says. Do it now." Tom coughed, making me choke and harshly bite my lip as the cough painted his beautiful thin lips with his own blood. I stepped back, but only enough to allow Tom's men to surround him. I sank to my knees on the cruelly icy concrete, my red and puffy eyes staying on my husband as his men gently lifted him up. Within seconds, they lay him down on me, his head landing on my lap as I immediately put my hands to his curls. I bit my lip and just stroked his hair, tears silently leaving both of our eyes as we just gazed at each other. I could tell that it was almost his time, after all, his eyes were dulling more by the second. And so I knew that if I wanted to say anything to him for the last time, I had to do it now.

"What am I going to do without you, Tommy? I can't live without you." I whispered and shook my head. Tom gave me a small smile, my husband clearly in as much pain as I was as he raised his blood-soaked hand to my hair. I leant into his touch, my heart breaking more by the minute as I knew that this was the last time that he'd ever hold me like this.

"You do as you did before you met me, darling. I know that it will be hard, but you are strong. You are so strong. You are the love of my life, and I will miss you so, but you are strong. And I know that you can live without me." He nodded.

"But I can't, Tommy. I can't." I choked insistently. He gave me another small smile, my eyes glued to the face that I'd fallen in love with as his skin got paler by the second, and his gentle touch of my hair got more faint.

"You're so beautiful, my love. You're my world. And I will never be able to repay you for giving me the happiest year of my life. I love you, my queen. I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too, my king. I always will." I returned equally as quietly. Tom gave me one last smile before his eyes started to droop. My gaze widened, my heart plummeting to my feet as his hand dropped from my hair to the ground, and his eyes closed fully. My Tom was gone. And I wasn't ready for him to be.

"Tommy, no, please, open your eyes, please." I sobbed and shook my head, the tears starting all over again as I cupped his cheek and held his face whilst my heart pleaded for his eyes to open again.

"My lady, I am so sorry-."

"No, he's not gone, leave us, I need to wake him, leave us." I mumbled and shook my head.

"My lady, he is gone-."

"LEAVE US!" I screamed as I looked up at Tom's men. The one who had been trying to get me away sighed and nodded, the rest of them bowing their heads to me before starting to leave the hall. I choked and looked down at Tom's oh-so still face, my heart not believing that he was gone as I heard the doors shut. I couldn't believe that all of our dreams had come crashing down, just like that. Our dreams of spending the rest of our lives together, ruling Tom's kingdom together, raising a family together. He had died before even giving me one baby, but I knew that he wasn't to blame for that. But I didn't want to carry on. I didn't want to wake up each morning without him by my side. I didn't want to eat the rest of my meals in silence because of his absence. I didn't want to feel this loss in my heart for the rest of my days. And so...I wouldn't. I bit my lip and gulped harshly, a strange calm overcoming me with the decision that I had just made. And that was to go with Tom. I took a deep breath and let go of Tom's face, but only to instead reach down to his belt and pull his knife out of the holder. I gulped harshly and looked down at my husband.

"I'm coming, Tommy. I'm coming." I whispered before plunging the knife into my stomach. I cried out in pain, my shaking hands pulling the knife out seconds later to let the blood start pouring from the wound. I took trembling breaths, my heart racing at the fact that I couldn't go back now. But I didn't want to. All I wanted now was to die in Tom's arms, just like he'd died in mine. I gently moved Tom off of my lap, my body getting weaker by the second as his head rested against the concrete floor. I continued to choke, though now in my own blood too as I lay down on top of him so that my head was in the crook of his neck. I rested my bloody hands on his stomach, my legs over his as my eyes started to flutter. I could feel the life draining from me, and with the amount of blood leaving my body each second, I knew that it wouldn't be long now. It wouldn't be long until I finally joined Tom.

My eyes shot open as my body was pulled out of sleep, a quiet gasp leaving my lips as I woke up. I puffed out and rested my hand on my chest as I came out of the same dream that I had always had. The one where I had been a queen and had been married to the most gorgeous king, before he had been killed and I decided to join him. But the weird thing was that it didn't feel like a dream. It felt more like a...memory. Though, of course I knew that that wasn't possible. From the looks of things, the dream always took place in medieval times, not to mention that the man who was my king was way out of my league. No. It had to be a dream. Even if I sometimes wished for it to be more.

I walked into the cafe where I was meeting Harrison, my eyes scanning the already buzzing room for my good friend. A smile curled onto my lips as I saw him, the blond boy also smiling as I approached the table, and he stood up.

"Y/N, hey! How have you been?" He smiled warmly as he leant in and hugged me.

"I'm not too bad. Been having those weird dreams again, but what's new?" I teased, making Harrison chuckle and nod as I put my bag down on the spare seat. I looked at the table, and my eyebrows furrowed as I saw a phone and wallet that didn't belong to Harrison.

"Whose is that?" I asked.

"Oh, it's my mate, Tom's. He ended up staying over at mine last night, so I invited him to this. Hope that you don't mind." He shrugged.

"You know that it's fine." I smiled, making him return it as I turned to go and order my coffee. But I didn't even make it a step. As soon as I turned around, I walked straight into a muscly chest, making my eyes widen and a squeal leave my lips.

"Shit!" The owner of the chest quickly wrapped his arms around me, the action stopping me from falling as my hands rested against his stomach and I looked up at him in shock.

"I'm so sorry-." I stopped speaking as soon as I saw who I'd collided with. My eyes widened even further, my heart jumping violently in my chest as I stared into the exact chocolate gaze that I had been dreaming about my whole life. The same thin lips, the same slightly crooked nose, the same beautiful hazel curls, the same...the same Tom. Tom obviously also had the same reaction, his eyes wavering as they flicked over my face.

"I, um...I'm so sorry, but have we met before? Because, I-I don't know, but I recognise you." He gulped and shook his head. I returned the gulp and bit my lip.

"N-no, we haven't, but...I recognise you too." I admitted. His eyebrows furrowed, both of us clearly as confused as each other as to how this was possible. After all, whilst those dreams had never felt like dreams, they had to be, but what was becoming more evident was that Tom had also had the same dreams. And how was that possible when we'd never even met before right now?

"I thought that you guys didn't know each other?" Our trance was broken by Harrison speaking, making both of us look at him in surprise.

"No, um, we don't." Tom shook his head as I stepped out of his embrace, though I stayed close enough for his hand to remain on my waist. Harrison nodded and looked at us in confusion before obviously shrugging it off.

"If you guys say so. Y/N, I'll get your coffee, your usual?" Harrison checked.

"Yeah, Haz, thanks." I nodded, making him smile as he left us to go and order my drink. Tom and I continued to look at each other as we both sat down, our eyes seemingly stuck to the other person as we just gazed at each other. I knew that it would look super weird to an outsider, two perfect strangers looking at each other like they were in love, but it truly felt like we were. I'd been having dreams of us together in another life for my whole life, and it was clear that Tom had too, and that feeling was even more present right now.

"S-shit, I'm sorry, it must be really creepy me just staring at you, I just, I can't help it." Tom chuckled and shook his head as he broke the gaze reluctantly, and looked down at the table instead.

"I-it's okay, Tom, I can't either." I admitted. Tom's eyes flicked back up to me, making me bite my lip as he leant in slightly.

"You feel it too, right? You feel that not only have we met before, but that we were together? We were...in love." He gulped, his eyes wavering as he said the last bit. I nodded and let my gaze wander over his ever stunning face.

"I feel it too, yeah. I don't know how to describe it, but...it feels like we're meant to be together. And it feels like we were meant to be together before too." I replied. Tom returned my nod and bit his lip as he sat back in his chair, but not before gently catching my hand in his.

"Yeah, sweetheart. It does." He spoke softly. I gave him a small smile, my fingers wrapping around his as my heart fluttered in my chest. We had only just met, yet it felt so right, to both of us no less. And so I couldn't wait to see where this would go. And I could already tell that Tom couldn't either.