MUKE one shots ♡

• prince luke •

for lillygornick x

au:

Luke is a prince and Michael is his valet.

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"He always does that," Luke shouted and threw things off the table and on the floor.

"My prince."

The tall blonde dressed in royal blue kicked a bucket of water so it spilled all over the floor.

"Prince Luke, please."

He then grabbed the curtain and tried to rip it off but was stopped by strong hands pulling him back.

"No. Michael, let me go." He groaned and struggled but his valet didn't let go of him until Luke stopped fighting him off.

"Luke," Michael whispered. "Please calm down."

"He wants to send me away." The prince replied quietly. "Every time that I find friends, I start doing something I love he just sends me away."

"He's the king." He let go of him and Luke turned around.

Luke was pouting and had tears in his eyes. "Yes, but he's also my father. I'm of age, he could at least ask me if I wanted to go."

"Did you tell him you don't want to go?" Michael knew Luke for over ten years, he knew how to calm him down as he slowly ran his hands up and down Luke's skin.

"What good will it do? He never listens to me." He huffed.

"Maybe try talking to your mother. Tell her that you started writing a book and that you're interested in history. Your father is a great man, I'm sure he'll consider you staying."

"What if he says no?" Luke took Michael's hand and kissed his knuckles. "I won't survive an entire summer without you."

"I'll go with you, of course." Michael reasoned. "I'm your valet."

That made Luke smiled.

"But you have to keep in mind that whatever residence the king is sending you to, we'll have to be careful. We don't know the people and the houses. It'll be hard to sneak around."

Luke observed the man he fell in love with years ago. He had to put up with all his anger outbursts.

And he'll have to clean the mess Luke made in his dressing room.

"You're too good to me Michael."

Michael took a step forward and pecked Luke's lips while a smile warming his face. "Everything for you, my prince."

Luke rolled his eyes.

"Go and get ready for bed. I need to clean this up."

"I'll help." He felt bad but Michael was already pushing him towards his bedroom.

"It'll take you forever. Get ready and lock your door, I'll come through your dressing room and sleep with you tonight."

Luke obeyed Michael, even when roles should be reversed. "Maybe I should throw a fit more often so you'll come and sleep with me."

Michael only waved him off but knew that if he could, he'd sleep next to his prince every day.

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I'm not good at writing anything medieval so I hope this was decent.

Thoughts?

Prince Luke?

Patient Michael?

Them sleeping together locked in a big room away from everybody else?

...I haven't done an 'in-bed' muke in a while. But when I do, I write five in a row.

Love, Lucija ♡