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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Warnings: Okay so there are 4 or 5 steamy scenes. They're each different, but this is SMUT so: choking, spanking, dom Luke, a tad breeding kink, that sort of thing. slow burn, angst.
Summary: Prince AU in a reality where it's modern but there are lots of royal families ruling over small kingdoms. Luke is a flamboyant Prince with a reputation for being wild and a dick to everyone he meets. You're a Princess, and your families want you and Prince Luke to pretend to be in a relationship to make his reputation better with his impending coronation. This is practically Princess Diaries 2 fam. (Harry Styles makes a cameo because I'm a slut). Note: this is a personal attack on @glitterprincelu. Also, every link in this fic is for the same video because I am a hoe for it.
Here's a taste so you know what you're getting into:
Luke forced a similar smile, "You're right sweetheart, I might be, but I'm sure you've heard other things, haven't you?" His eyes bore into yours, and you fidgeted in your seat slightly. "Yes darling you know exactly what I'm talking about." His voice lowered to something near a growl, "Well let me make things clear for you. I'm a sex god. I fuck who I want, when I want, and the girls are grateful to have even a moment of my attention. They beg for it. My room had to be sound proofed so my name wouldn't ring through the hallways every night. The girls who I haven't fucked would give anything to have a chance at me and the one's who have? Well they would kill to have me again because the rumors are true baby, I'm that good." Your smile faltered slightly and Luke's widened. "So if you're going to talk about what you've heard of me, don't cherry pick darling, you'll be sorry if you do."
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It was two in the afternoon by the time Luke entered the palace, waltzing past the security as he dropped his large fur jacket on the ground, taking off his sunglasses and throwing them, there were always more where that came from.
"Luke!" his mother called as he began walking up the stairs to his room, "I need to talk to you."
Luke stopped and let out a loud groan, "Can't it wait till later?"
The look his mother gave him said no as he sighed and followed her into the large living room area, flopping his long body onto a couch so he could kick off his gold boots and rub at his eyes, hands coming back speckled in sparkles.
Splayed across the coffee table were tabloids. "This one's new." Luke grinned, picking up a magazine that showed him leaving the club with his arms around two models, a birthday hat on his head and his shirt missing, "They believed me when I said it was my birthday."
"I'm sure that's not true." His mother sighed, eyes going down to the magazine covers as a look of distaste flashed across her face. "You've made quite a spectacle of yourself this month Luke."
