5sos Preferences and Imagines

Knight in Shining Armor (Royalty AU)

Ashton: “My queen,” Ashton smirks, bowing low as you roll your eyes at him. “Hello darling,” you greet him, walking forward to brush some dirt off of his suit jacket. “How was France?” “The usual,” he shrugs before pulling you into a tight hug. “I wish you were there with me.” “You know how much I hate that man,” you huff out, getting upset at even the mere thought of the king of France. “I know,” Ashton nods, kissing the top of your head before holding you out at arm’s length. “I got you something though.” “Ashton, how many times have I told you-” “A queen deserves only the best,” he interrupts you. “And you, my dear, deserve the world and more.” “Be careful, my king,” you tease. “Those plans for a moat are still sitting in the library.”

Calum: “I don’t see why I have to marry some prince,” rolling your eyes as you argue with your parents. They had just informed you that yet another prince was arriving at the palace soon and they were hoping that you would approve of him. “They’re all the same; spoiled, whiny, and vain. I’d much rather marry a commoner with intelligence than a prince with an acorn for a brain.” “I’ll have you know that this prince has a chestnut for a brain,” someone announces from behind you. “I hope that this satisfies you, princess.” You turn around to find a boy with tan skin and dark hair standing in the throne room, the guards running in and frantically apologizing. “Prince Calum,” your father greets the boy. “It is an honor to have you.” “The honor’s all mine, Your Majesty,” Calum smirks as he bows.

Luke: “A beautiful flower for a beautiful girl,” the blonde haired boy blushes as he hands you the rose, making you laugh and blush as well. “Has that worked well with all of the other girls you’ve danced with?” you tease as you gently play with the delicate petals. “You’re the first one I’ve said that to,” he admits. “So you tell me; are you in love with me?” “Perhaps,” you wink. “Although I think it would be much easier to fall in love with you if I knew your name.” “Luke,” he answers. “Prince Luke.” “Well Prince Luke,” you say. “I should go back before my mother reprimands me for missing all of the ‘potential suitors’. But I’ll be saving the last dance for you, so don’t be late.” “I won’t.”

Michael: “Beat up by a troll?” you repeat with a loud laugh, shaking your head at Michael as he playfully hits your arm. “I was!” he exclaims. “I was in the forest and I came across it while I was hunting. I didn’t expect to see a troll so it caught me off guard!” “Or maybe you tripped over a tree root and poked yourself in the eye,” you suggest. “How dare you,” he gasps while acting hurt. “A prince would never do such a thing.” “A prince also wouldn’t hit a princess, yet you did,” you point out. “That hardly counts,” Michael rolls his eyes. “We’ve known each other for so long, formalities don’t apply at this point. I can do whatever I want with you.” “Like what?” you retort. “Like get married to you,” he smiles shyly.