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...
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"Your Highness, we shouldn't be doing this."
"And why's that, hm?"
"We're gonna get caught!"
Our whispers sounded throughout the hallway as the prince dragged me down what felt like endless sets of corridors. It was midnight, the moonlight shone down on the castle, slipping through the windows and lighting up the dark rooms. There was no noise whatsoever, other than me and him - which would've resulted in both of us getting into extreme trouble if anyone found out we were up past curfew.
"Your high-"
I started, trying to hide away my blush, hoping it wasn't visible in the darkness. He snapped his head around quickly, still walking forward.
"I thought I told you, doll, Michael. Call me Michael."
He winked, bringing the side of his lip up between his teeth. Oh god, his lips, his beautiful red lips. They never seized to make me fidget, always getting me to imagine the dirtiest of things. The things he could do with them pretty lips of his. He was still wearing his evening clothes, expensive robes made of the finest silk in all the land, his boots shined to perfection. No matter what he wore, he always took my breath away, always.
"It's rude to stare, princess." Oh my. That name, he always used it in the most intimate fashion, and I couldn't help but melt right on the spot. The thing was, I was the complete opposite of a princess, I was just a simple maid. Michael's maid.
It all started with him being a complete and utter dick to me, his pompous and cocky self making me bow down to his every need. There was no reason for him to be like that towards me, no reason at all, but I couldn't back chat him. I couldn't disobey him. If I did, the consequences would be me getting sent back home at the least, and that would've meant the bills I paid for my mother would've been cut short, and I wouldn't have been able to succeed in the best job I had. His childish demeanor had noticeably started to fade towards me, at least that's what all the other maids had said. I always scoffed at their remarks, 'Don't you think Prince Michael has grown fond of little y/n?' Most of them were just jealous, they didn't get treated like I did. One day, he had asked me to come to his chamber, and that's what started off one hell of a complicated relationship. He had told me many times that he liked me, but I didn't know for sure what we were. Of course, we couldn't be anything other than acquaintances; it was forbidden for me to be with Michael, I knew that, but I couldn't help but want to be with him, to be his and for him to be mine.
Before I could comprehend what we were about to do, he slammed the door open, ushering me inside quickly before kicking the door shut. He shoved me against the door, one hand on my waist and the other was above my head, leaning against the door and locking me in place. My breathing immediately became harder, heavier, and I couldn't stop my hands from reaching up and running them through his raven hair. I tugged at the strands, earning a groan from him that made my knees buckle. His lips moved down to hover over my ear, his breathing hot and heavy, fanning over my neck making a shiver jolt up my spine.
