Royal 5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

#5 Prince!Michael: Jealous Prince Charming

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Michael was acting childish, more than usual. It started a few days after the royal ball in which you had to teach a new servant the usual duties and everyday tasks for taking care of the royal family. The new servant hung around you quite a lot, and for some reason, that started to bother Michael. He would call you over to help him with little things that he could do himself and sometimes be strict with the new servant whenever he was around. As much as you wanted to scold Michael, you knew you couldn't. The day started like usual with you waking him up and getting him ready for his morning lessons. "Prince Michael, if you keep up with that moody expression on your face, it will stay like that permanently," you said before buttoning up his shirt. "I'm not making a moody expression; it's just my face," he says. "By the way, I should mention that I might have that new servant helping me care for your needs, two care takers sounds nice right?" you said smiling slightly. "Two? Why do I need two?" "Hmm, well...You're growing up to be a fine young man, and the head servants have taken note that I am still a lady so I shouldn't be so careless and continue to dress you and draw your baths so casually...So they think that having another servant to help me with those things would-" "You've been taking care of me so intimately for 6 years (Y/N) and you and the whole staff are so self conscious about that now?" he says taking you by the arms. "I don't want another caretaker; I don't need one. His services aren't needed here so maybe I should just relieve him of his duties," he says heading toward the door. "No, please, I beg of you don't do that," you said tugging his hand. "Oh? So you question my judgement?" he says looking at you with a slight angered expression. "Exactly why do you care?" "I care because he serves the same class as I do. You may not understand this Prince Michael, but it is hard to find work for those born under servitude. He needs this to provide for his family, as I do mine and generations before me," you explained and loosened your grip. "As you wish..." he says softening his expression. "It confuses me your majesty, why are you feeling so troubled? You have been so rash to the new servant the moment he started learning beside me," you said before letting him go and grabbing his jacket for him to wear. "I don't know," he says pouting and looking to the side. You wanted to question further, but you knew that you would get the same answer if you asked again. Since that conversation, Michael has started to show a bit of mercy to the new servant. He would order him around with a few simple tasks, and they would be done without hesitation. You could tell Michael would still bully him once in a while when you weren't looking, saying that he wasn't doing the task right and that he should execute it like how you would. You would tell Michael not to be so picky and continue to instruct the new servant of his duties. "How is it that you are still standing at the end of the day?" the servant asks you while sweeping the floors of the castle. You started to shine the windows and chuckle, "He is obviously testing you, I promise after he decides that you are good enough to serve him, then the tasks will get easy to manage," you said before moving onto the next window. "You have been a great help for me (Y/N), these past weeks have haven't been so bad," he says. You felt flustered taking a moment to glance at him and smiled. "I'm glad to be of help," you said. "Listen, (Y/N), I was wondering, when our shifts are over do you want to have dinner tonight? There is a pub in the village that plays really great music; it was pretty run down, but it seems in top shape now a days..." he explains. "Oh, I know that place the pr- I-I mean...someone I know saved that place; he really enjoys music," you said. "A musician?" "Oh no, his profession is...something else. He wants to be a musician though, but he knows his responsibilities," you say before gathering all the cleaning supplies to take back to the cleaning closet. "Do you like this friend of yours?" he asks. "What makes you say that?" you said fumbling with the cleaning supplies but placing them neatly back into the closet. "I swore I saw your eyes sparkle when you were talking about him," he points out. You took a moment to realize what he pointed out to you, and you wondered if you always had such an expression talking about Michael. You tried to cool your face with your hands before looking back at the servant who waited patiently for you outside the closet. "You are imagining it; we are two people from different social standings," you explained. "So, are you going to take my offer (Y/N)?" he questions before stopping in front of the kitchen for his next chore. "It does sound lovely. I would love to have dinner with you, as friends if that is okay?" you said shyly. He smiled at you. "If you want it that way then sure, as friends," he says nodding and heading into the kitchen. You headed to Michael's study to wait for him to finish his work before escorting him to the dinner table when it was ready. You took your time to clean the shelves and tidy up the tables as he finished up his papers. "You look happy, let me guess, he finally made a move and asked you out?" he says looking up from his work. "It's only dinner as friends. We plan to meet on our shift off," you said before putting the books back on the shelf. "So, what would you do if I told you that you had to work overtime...?" he questions. You paused and looked back at him. "Exactly what would you have me do at odd hours? Night clean the castle? Read you stories to sleep?" you asked chuckling. Michael was silent, and you wondered if your sarcasm was too much. However, you heard him chuckle. "I was just joking, you're so serious (Y/N)," he says before standing up and placing the book he had in his hands on the shelf. You felt the small amount of space between the two of you and held your breath in for a moment. He started to walk towards the door, and you exhaled in relief. During dinner, the servant was getting ready to head to the pub; he looked back at you wondering if you were coming along. You glanced at Michael wondering if he was going to stop you, but he continued to eat and pay no mind to you. You grabbed your things and bid everyone at the castle a great nights work. Before you could exit out of the castle through the gate, you felt your body tug back and saw Michael out of breath. "Prince Michael..." you mumbled, and he tugged you closer to him looking at the servant already out of the castle looking back confused. "You aren't fired, but you no longer need to serve me. She is enough," he says gesturing to you. You didn't speak; you were stunned by his actions and tried to process in your mind what was going on. You felt him drag you back to the castle. "E-excuse me!? Are you really making me work overtime?" you questioned. "Uh...Yeah," Michael mumbles. "Exactly what will you have me do?" you questioned, but Michael didn't answer till he got to his room. He changed out of his clothes right away, and you had to pick up and fold them before placing them into the hamper. You turned back to question him again, and he held out a large book. "What is this?" you asked. "Read me a story, and you aren't allowed to leave my side until I fall asleep," he says before heading into bed and waiting like a child. You dragged a chair to his bedside and opened the book staring blankly at the pages. "Why did you do this?" you questioned. "Did you want to go?" "Well it would have been nice to go, but it would just be like any other day..." you admitted. You looked up at him again, "You didn't answer my question...Why didn't you let me go? Your actions as of lately are very questioning-" "Is it weird?" "Huh?" "Is it just weird that I dislike him being around you? Him following you around every day?" he questions but faces the other way feeling slightly embarrassed. You smiled slightly and decided not to question him anymore. "It's not weird at all Prince Michael," you said before looking at the story he wanted you to read. "You really want me to read you a story?" "Just go for it," he says grinning. You looked at the page and began to read.