Royal 5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

#1 Prince!Michael: How You Meet The Prince

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When you were young perspective (Early Pre-Teens)

Your family was born in the line of servitude. Generation after generation your family has served as the royal care takers to the royal family. When you were young, you were trained for cleaning, cooking, dressing, and manners. Your grandfather was coming of age where he must retire from his duties as a caretaker, from there, you were going to take over his duty and care for the young prince who lived in the castle. Your grandfather would tell stories of the young prince, and you felt excited to meet him, however, your expectations were let down when he opened his mouth. "Michael, this is (Y/N), she will be your new caretaker," one of the older servants said. "What? What happened to the old man? Why is a little girl taking care of me? No way," Michael said looking at you then turning around to head back to his room. "Wait, sire!" you called out. "I may be young, but I was trained to help make things easier for you!" you said trying to catch up to him. He stopped walking and turned to you again, "What's your name?" "(Y/N)," you breathed. "Well (Y/N) I don't need your help, go home," he ordered before leaving you in the hall. You felt slightly discouraged by his words; the mental image you had of Prince Michael was shattered, but you knew you had to move on with your duty. Though your service was always denied by the young prince, you still went on with your duty and did it without question and before he could order it. You would make his bed, run his bath, and prepare his food. You continued working until one day Michael was fed up with it. You were waking him up for his morning lessons, you pulled back the curtains and pulled back his blanket. He was cranky in the morning and grabbed you by the wrist, "It's really annoying to have you around!" he says rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Sire, you have to get dressed. You have to go to your morning lessons or else the teacher will get mad at you again," you said ignoring his insult. "(Y/N), I'm serious! I don't need you! I could do things on my own. I don't need your help, and I don't need lessons from that teacher," he says getting out of bed taking off his shirt and putting on the set outfit you made for him. "You're going to be the future king, you need these lessons, you are the only heir to the throne," you said looking away as he started to change into his usual clothes. "Future king, I'm not interested, I was never interested," he mumbles and faces you, "There, see? I can take care of my self. I don't need you (Y/N)," he says, and you chuckled. "What?" he questions. "Sire, you put the buttons wrong," you said gesturing to his collared shirt. You unbuttoned and re-buttoned it properly before handing him the jacket to wear over. "There you go," you said before you started to make his bed. He pulled you away before you could start. "I'll do it! I order you to not help me ever again. I'll do all of it!" he says with a slight blush on his face. The rest of the day you watched Prince Michael struggle with every day tasks. He couldn't make his food properly, his outfit always had one button off, and his bed was always made messy. As much as you wanted to help and do everything, you were told an order not to help. Secretly you found his struggle amusing but also hoped that he would reach out to you asking for help. Prince Michael returned to the castle drenched from the rain due to his outdoor physical activity lesson. He denied your offer to dry himself up and headed to his room looking tired. "Sire, you should at least wash up before resting." "It's fine," he says reaching for his bed. "I have a bath ready for you." "Nah, I'll skip it. I'm tired," he says. You clenched your fist a bit irritated by his denials. "Sire! I have been patient enough! Strip down and head to the bath right now!" you ordered pushing him into the bathroom. "I can no longer follow your orders to be on standby. It is my job to take care of you and make sure everything is in order. You obviously cannot take care of yourself, and until you can, I am willing to help," you said before turning away to pick out his set of sleeping clothes. "Oh lord, I let the messy bed, food preperation struggle, and clothing disaster go, but I cannot tolerate you being reckless with your health," you said turning back to the bathroom with him in the tub sinking deep and surrounding himself with bubbles. "You're just like the old man," he mumbles. "You are always whining and lecturing me," he says with a slight pout. You rolled your eyes and started to wash his hair, "I am his granddaughter...We have a debt with the royal family, we must do what we can as servants to repay them, to repay you," you said before rinsing his head. "Aren't you embarrassed about all of this?" he asked with his face slightly red again. "Not really, should I be?" you said grabbing the towel and unfolding it widely. "Come on sire, out you go, if you stay in too long, you will catch a cold. If you are so shy, I'll look away," you teased and looked to the side. Michael didn't move for a moment but stood up out of the bath and covered up with the towel. You looked back at him and took another towel to dry his head. "I'll take it from here..." he says looking away. "Of course sire," you said heading out of the bathroom. "(Y/N)," he calls out. "Yes?" you said turning back, "I think...I do need a little help...Continue with your regular duties starting tomorrow," he orders. You smile slightly, "Yes sire." "Stop calling me sire, we're around the same age, call me Michael," he says. "...Alright Prince Michael." "Drop the prince title." "I can't. We are of different classes. I must call you that," you said. Michael sighed and closed the bathroom door to change. You smiled and prepped the bed before leaving to prepare for the next day and years to come.