Royal 5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

#9 Prince!Michael - Be My Queen [END]

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You were dreaming about a memory, you were 15 and celebrating Michael's 16th birthday. He didn't like parties or celebrating and sat in his chair with his arms crossed as he was forced to have just a small celebration with you in the garden. "It's not a ball, and there is barley anyone here to celebrate. It's just a small celebration so please, smile and enjoy yourself Prince Michael," you insisted while cutting his cake and placing it in front of him. "(Y/N), you go through a lot of trouble just for celebrating an ordinary day," he says and picks up a fork to eat. You smile at him and sit on a chair to watch him, "I go through this trouble because I am proud of you for growing another year. I can't afford anything extravagant so I do what I can with my hands," you said. "This is your gift? A gift is something that a person gives you personally for them to keep. This gift of yours fades at the end of the day, and it means nothing," he says and licks the frosting off his fork and places it on the empty plate. "Then again, I don't want any gift, this is enough, I have everything so what don't I have?" he says and leans back in his chair. "I want to give you something then! This isn't right Prince Michael, you must have something as a remembrance of this day," you insisted again. "It's unnecessary (Y/N)." "Please, for me?" you asked with a slight pout, and he sighed giving in. "What kind of gift do you want from me? I'll fetch it right away, I'll give you something memorable," you said. Michael chuckled. "What can you give me? You don't have money to afford the things I could wish for... Hmmm... Okay, a picture, I want a picture," he demanded. "Okay, I'll get a photographer, and he will take a picture of you-" "I want you with me in the picture," he added, and you stopped to look at him. "O-Oh no I shouldn't... I'm just a servant, and I'm all tattered and... You wouldn't want me in the picture Prince Michael," you said. "Didn't you say you wanted to give me a gift? Wanted to make it memorable? Well I want to remember this day with you in it, so I order you to be in the picture with me," he says, and you gave him a small smile. "Yes Prince Michael," you said before heading into the castle to ask a servant to call in a photographer as soon as possible... He arrived 30 minutes later and prepped the camera in the garden. Michael stood there, and you stood next to him with a small gap between the two of you. Your heart raced, and you felt nervous. A picture with you was the last thing you thought Michael would want. The photographer counted down, and the flash went off. It took him a few minutes for the picture to develop, and when it did, Michael kept it close to his chest and started walking towards the castle saying that he was tired and wanted to retire for the night. "Prince Michael did the picture turn out okay?" you asked as you prepped his bath and started washing his hair. "It looks good." "May I see it?" "No," he answered quickly. "W-Why not? I want to see-" "It's my gift, and I could do what I want with it..." he says blushing slightly and refused to look at you. "But thank you for the gift..." he mumbled, and you smiled before dumping water on his head to rinse him. You were happy that you eventually saw how the picture turned out. The way he looked at you in the photograph, you really wished to see that look on his face once more. Your eyes opened when the memory ended. For a moment, you thought you were still dreaming when you saw Michael making that same face at you while sitting by your desk with his arms crossed. "It's already afternoon and you are still sleeping? You always nag me awake and lecture on how that it's bad to oversleep, my how the tables have turned," he says, and you slowly sat up trying to process the fact that Michael was in your room and was waiting for you to wake up. "W-Why... Why are you here? Prince Michael you should not be here– How did you even find this place? No, forget that, you should go back to the castle, you will get in trouble if they find out that you are here," yu said and stood up to try and get him out of your room and head back to the castle. He wouldn't budge from the chair, and he grabbed you by the wrist and loosened his grip when you stopped trying to make him get up. "I...I quit being the prince," he said, and your eyes widened. "W-what?... Prince Michael don't be stupid!" you scolded, and Michael was shocked on how you took his sacrifice for love. "I wanted to be with you so I just-" he tried to explain, but you shut him up. "No! That is a dumb move Prince Michael! Seriously, all those rigorous studies and then this happens? One does not simply just quit from being a prince and you know that, and throwing away your title so casually and recklessly coming out here was reckless and stupid. You are a Prince, and you have responsibilities. For all the years I've known you and taken care of you, this is the most reckless thing you've have done!" you lectured, and Michael pouted like a child as you went on and on about how dumb it was for him to throw away his title so casually for you. You took a moment to breathe, and Michael looked at you still pouting. "Are you done? Jeez, this is like when I first met you. That day you lectured me about how improper and a mess I was for trying to be independent when I obviously needed you to assist me. You just went on and on, making me listen to you and give in to what you say...Just...Not this time," he says, and your expression softened when his hands reached for you and wrapped around your waist. "I seriously want to be with you..." he mumbled, and you felt yourself giving in. "Your confession confuses me Prince Michael... I'm just a person born into servitude, someone who isn't fit to be with you, yet you still continue to choose me, to show me such kindness... Why?" you wondered, and he looked up from his hug and brushed your cheek with his hand. "Because you are the only one who has made me care about anything... Responsibilities and being royal weren't as bad because you were by my side, and when you left, I just started to let everything fall apart. (Y/N) I care about you, I want to protect you, and I want you to be by my side again...Just not as my maid..." he says and kisses your forehead. You felt the tears fall down your cheeks. "I-I'm sorry I didn't stay..." you said with your voice cracking. "I'm sorry I didn't make you stay, and I won't let it happen again," Hhe said before kissing away your tears. The moment was interrupted when your grandfather let himself in. "Prince Michael, a carriage is waiting for you. They demand that you return to the castle," he says. "I refuse," he said. "You will go Prince Michael or must I give you a lecture like when I used to care for you when you were young?" he wondered. Michael made a sour face and glanced at you. "You do get it from the old man..." he says before heading toward the door, knowing that if he didn't leave quietly, you would get in trouble. He wanted to protect you. "What are you doing?" your grandfather asked and stopped him. "Take (Y/N) with you of course," he said and pulled you forward to Michael's side... You felt your chest tighten when you stepped foot on castle grounds once more. Michael kept you close to his side as the both of you were going to face the king and queen once more. When the doors opened, it was silent for a moment before the Queen decided to speak. "Let's see, our only son quit being the prince, his fiance just recently threw a tantrum and just started packing her bags... Just what do we do now?" she wondered. "Mother... Father, I want to take my title back... On one condition, (Y/N) will be my queen," he demanded, and you looked at him with your face growing pink. "Son, you really want her to be by your side?" the King questioned. "...Father, I said I wanted to do music right? To be honest, all these royal responsibilities I couldn't care less, but if (Y/N) is with me, I'll do it. I'll start sacrificing this time, I won't give up music, but I will take your place and rule this kingdom since it is my responsibility. Not for you, not for mother, but for her, for (Y/N)..." Michael said, and the family took a moment of silence. The King sighed and waved his hand before leaving the room. You wondered what that gesture could mean, and the Queen stood up to confirm it. "Well then (Y/N), you will have to work hard for the next few weeks. Being a Queen will be 10x more work than being a servant, but before you can be a Queen, you must be a bride... Let's see if that dress of mine will fit you. You see, the princess didn't like the dress and ordered a new one. She has packed it along with her other valuables so I hope you don't mind my hand-me-down," the Queen says, and you smile. "It would be an honor," you said smiling. The Queen took her leave and allowed you and Michael to have a moment to yourselves. His arms wrapped around you again, and he swung you happily with a grin. "It will be weird being in the castle but never picking up a broom or cleaning up after you..." "You will get use to it. I'll spoil you, just to show my thanks for those 6 years..." he says while resting his forehead against yours. "...Pri-... Michael?" you called out. "Yes?" he answered with his attention on you. "I love you," you confessed with ease, and he smiled. "I love you too (Y/N)," he confessed back and leaned in to press his lips against yours, then once more in front of everyone after saying "I do." On your wedding day, you took a moment to look at the guests who were attending. Familiar faces of people you served, your family, and your fellow servants. You smiled knowing that this wedding was real and this moment was your reality, a story of how a servant and prince fell in love.

And they lived happily ever after...THE END.