Imagines, blurbs, and mini fanfics featuring the 5SOS boys as royals (princes, kings, etc.), working for royals, or falling in love with a royal.
#1 5SOSImagines
THESE ARE NOT MINE. Credit all goes to the original owners and writers. I've just compi...
Summary: You are a servant at the Hemming's Palace, but Luke fancies you better than the proper maids he's forced to communicate with.
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Your parents got you the job when you were 16. You were to be a servant girl at the Hemming's Palace, the rulers of your small country, and send all the payments back home to help your family. You were even allowed to stay in a small part of the castle, along with the rest of your coworkers. The job wasn't hard really. You were there at every meal, waiting to be addressed for more water or a new dinner cloth. You had made friends with a girl just two years older than you; her name was Madeline. Best friends, you would say since you spent a majority of your day with her. Sometimes you would help the queen get prepared for a big event, lacing up her corset as she winces in pain. Or sometimes you would await outside during afternoon croquet, fetching the balls if one of the younger guests didn't grasp the concept. The job actually wasn't bad, most everyone woke up with happy smiles and enthusiasm to be working and living in the prettiest castle within a 100 mile radius. No, the only problem you encounter on a day to day basis was Prince Luke. Quite possibly the most tender hearted, and not to mention, attractive, person you've ever made eye contact with. But, he was a prince, it wouldn't...couldn't go anywhere. Still, dreaming about his long arms around your body as you sleep in your cot wasn't the worst thing to do with your free time.
It was a few days until a big ball, practically the biggest ball in a good two decades of this palace. Maidens of the surrounding countries were coming with their royal families for a shot to become Prince Luke's future spouse. The palace was in a frenzy of planning all week. You helped when you were needed but mostly stayed on the sidelines, watching as everyone ran across the room with brooms and potted plants. The one person you didn't see in all this chaos was the man of the hour, Luke. You saw his parents, sitting on their thrones and talking like the party was two minutes away. But no prince. Your eyes scanned the room for Madeline; you saw her wiping a window to it's shiny potential. You walked across the floor, careful not to be in the way, and stood next to your friend. "Madeline, have you seen Prince Luke?" you asked quietly. She stopped her movements and threw a smirk at you. "Are you not tired of mentally undressing him every time he comes through the doors?" she snickered, dipping the rag back into the soapy bucket. You gently smacked her on the arm while also hiding your blush. "I just think he should be a part of this planning, I mean it is for his potential...wedding." The word sounded vile in your mouth. You never really liked any of the other royals you met, their daughters being the epitome of a cat receiving a bath. You thought Luke was way too good for them. He certainly didn't deserve an uptight, empty girl to spend the rest of this waking life with. "Last I heard he was out in the flower garden. But just...be careful Y/N, okay? You don't want to lose this job over a schoolgirl crush." Madeline was good at mom-ing you. Her two year older standard rang high volumes all of the time. But she cared, that's what was important. You sighed and nodded, looking for the nearest route out.
