5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines & Preferences

Prince! 5sos- part 1

(There will be different parts for this so hope you enjoy x)

Ashton:
You threw opened the curtains in Prince Ashton's room. "Rise and shine sleepyhead." He groaned and tangled himself deeper in the sheets. "Nooo Y/n I don't want to get up!" You chuckled and set down the pile of royal clothes that you had picked out the night before. "Prince Ashton. you have to get up now, your mother expects to be at breakfast at 9:30 and it's already 9. Please just get up." "Y/n what have I said about the prince thing?"  You sighed while nudging the clothes closer to him. "Not to call you prince but just Ashton or Ash." He nodded with a huge grin on his face as he got up and grabbed the clothes. "Ashton carefully hold them, I took ages ironing that!" You scolded him, he raised an eyebrow. "Fine, one of the others maids did it but still." You huffed. He slipped out of his pyjamas as you busied your self with making his bed. See here's the thing, you had always had a huge crush on Ashton but because of your social status' and that's why you'd never get the fairy-tale ending you always dreamed about. He would end up with a princess. Someone he deserved. Not a servant like you. "Done" he yelled and you turned around, his sudden yelling knocking you out of your trance. Something was missing. Something important. You glanced over to the oak dresser. You hurried over and picked it up. "Ashton, you know you have to wear your crown. It's shows your status." His shoulders slumped, "But Y/n you know I don't like my status. You know that I just want to run away from what I'm supposed to be. You know like my father did..." You looked at him sadly and patted his chest. "I know that you don't like it but for the sake of me not being killed by your mother just wear it for breakfast and then you can take it off. Alright?" He nodded his head. "Now off to breakfast Prince Ashton." "Y/N!" He bellowed as he ran after you out the door and down to breakfast...

Calum:

You threw another batch of bread in the oven and took the previous batch out to carefully place them in a basket. You wiped the sweat off your face only to then be covered with flour which you were too lazy to clean off. You arranged the cupcakes once more, checked the loaves and  dusted your work space, you had finally turned 18 meaning your parents trusted you to look after the bakery while they were off trying to find your brother a suitable wife. The little bell on the on the door jingled and your head snapped up to see the new arrivals. "Hello, can I help you?" You asked cheerfully. The woman lifted her hood and revealed her face. "Mali!" You ran in front of the counter and gave her a hug. "Hi Y/n. I'd like you to meet someone special." She gestured to the tall figure behind her who also lifted their hood.  A chubby cheeked, tanned boy stood behind her, nervously waving his hand. "Y/n this is my little brother, Calum. Cal this is Y/n, her family owns this bakery." You shoot him a friendly smile while your heart was doing somersaults.  "Hi Calum." You curtised. He shook his head, "Don't do that. Everyone does that in the castle and it's annoying  but out here they don't even know who we are and it's great." Mali rolled her eyes and turned back to you. "Could we have two loaves of focaccia and a couple of those amazing cinnamon swirls." You nodded and packed the focaccua and cinnamon swirls in a wax packet and handed it to them. All the time Calum had been carefully watching your every move. Mali handed you the money for it and turned to Calum. "Well we better head off otherwise Mum and Dad will be wondering where we are. We'll see you next week Y/n.." You waved to her as she pulled her hood back up. Calum glanced at you, kissed you on the hand and ran after Mali, leaving you in a daze...

Luke:

You held your book close to your chest as the carriage pulled to a stop. Your mother gave you a reassuring pat on the leg, you took in a deep breath and stepped out the carriage. A giant castle loomed overhead, your parents had arranged for you to marry the neighbouring country's son. You know for politics and all that stuff about allies. A man and a woman made their way down the steps. "Liz." Your mother smiled. "Y/M/n. How are you?" "I'm very good thank you. How about you?" You focused your gaze at the steps where a lanky teenager made his way down the steps ignoring the catcalls of his two older brothers. "Ah Luke there you are." Liz grabbed the boy's arm and brought him closer. He was around 6' 4", with baby blue eyes and a silver crown perched on top of a slight quiff. Luke's eyes settled on you and widened ever so slightly. "Um hi I'm Y/n." You smiled shyly as he placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. "Luke." He smiled. Your parents smiled fondly at the two of you. "Well Y/M/n please come in to discuss the plans." Your mother nodded at you and you followed Luke out to the lush green garden. He linked his arm in yours as he guided you around the gushing fountain, he took you to a huge apple tree at the edge of the paradise. You sat down on the cool blades of grass and began to talk. "So Princess Y/n, what's your favourite colour?" You thought for a moment and then replied, "It's probably Y/f/c. What about you?" "Defiantly blue." "So like your eye colour then?" He nodded and smiled. "You know Y/n, I was under the impression that you'd be one of the snobby princesses that gets everything she wants but your completely the opposite you've sat down on the floor any other princess would freak out about their dress getting dirty but you. You're very different and it's going to be a lot easier to fall in love with you..."

Michael:

You ran your fingers through your knotted hair. It had been 2 weeks... 2 weeks since the war started and you were frustrated. Your father, the king wouldn't let you fight but being the ignorant princess you are had snuck out of the castle and was planning to join the war. You had been riding for 4 hours now and decided to take a break at a local pub. Just in case you pulled the hood of your cloak up so it covered up your face and entered the dimly lit pub. You were in your peasant clothes so you blended in well, the waitress came over and asked for your order. "A pint and what he's having." Pointing at a male at the table next to your. She nodded and bustled off to the next table, you settled back into the cushioned chair, observing everyone else. While doing this you made eye contact with the man at the next table, he stared right back at you and you were lucky that the lady brought your meal over. You placed two silver coins in her sweaty hand and she left you to devour the food. Once you finished your meal, you sipped up the last of your ale and collected your things. The man walk over to you, "What's your problem huh?" You didn't answer but simply placed your sword back in it sheath. "Oh you wanna fight then?" He raised his voice slightly but this time you threw your quiver over your back. He swung a punch which you dodged and kicked him sharply in the knee to which he groaned in pain. He threw another punch which hit you in the shoulder and you yelped but regained your balance. You tackled him to the ground and when you tried to stand back up he tripped you over and you fell flat on your face. When you both stood up your backs were facing each other, so you took an arrow out of your quiver and knocked it into place. You spun round to meet the point of a sword and the smirk of an over smug man, his blade touched your face and lifted the hood off your head to let it fall limply around your neck. Everyone in the pub gasped. "Y/n?" The man gasped. "Princess Y/n?" Your shoulders fell as you studied the man's face. Green eyes, colourful hair and a smile that could light up your day. "Michael." You yelled, embracing him in a hug. "Excuse me, we have to ask you to leave..."