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[lilacsos]

I haven’t drawn in a long time so these aren’t the best. It’s also a whole new style that I’m trying

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[casuallokilove]

Broken Dreams (5 Seconds of Summer Royal AU)

Summary: This fanfic is based in the 21st century, but countries are controlled and ruled by royalty like it use to be, so yah! Ashton is soon to become King of Australia, and is still to marry. What Ashton does not know, he is already betrothed to a princess, and he nor she, have a say in the matter.

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Chapter 1:

Ashton had only just come home from being out with his friends, and had no idea what was going to be approaching him once he had just settled onto his bed on top of the expensive quilts. His dyed red hair was a slight mess of curls on his head as he shrugged off his jacket, lying back on the bed with his legs hanging over the edge. 

He groaned as he heard his mother call for him, her voice echoing throughout the halls of the large palace that he called home. He stood back up from the bed and trudged his way down the stairs to the large living area. 

Now Ashton isn’t exactly a bad person, but he had gone his whole life thinking that he wouldn’t have to be king, or that it wouldn’t be happening any time soon, and he had taken advantage of that knowledge, and as soon as he was old enough to drink and go clubbing, he did, and since that day, he partied and drank nearly every couple of days, making the most of his time of freedom before having to find a wife. 

He got downstairs and saw his mum, Queen Anne-Marie of Australia, was stood there in front of him, his tired hazel eyes training down to the coffee table where there was magazines spread out across, a lot of them with some sort of obscene picture or headline was plastered on them. He slumped down onto the sofa, picking up one of them, a smirk replacing his frown as he looked at the image, the image showing Ashton getting into his limo with his arms around two models as he was entering. 

His mum grabbed the magazine from his hands and threw it down onto the coffee table, glaring at her son as she shook her head. 

“Ashton, not the time. Now I have to talk to you about something of great importance.” She began as she sat on the sofa opposite him, folding her hands in her lap as she glared at her oldest son. Ashton rolled his eyes and lent back onto the sofa, his arms spread out across the back of the expensive fabric, and he looked at his mum, waiting for her to carry on. “Your step father is going to be abdicating the throne before the year is out....and you will be taking over his place.” She watched him with expectant eyes as she sighed. Ashton had never known who his father actually was, and he didn’t want to know him. His mother had then remarried within the year of his father leaving so she could keep the throne in her bloodline. 

Ashton raised his eyebrow at her, waiting for her to then carry in with the news. “And as you may know, you cannot take the throne without having a wife to bare children for you. And as you are to take the throne so soon, you must marry before your step father steps down...and we must fix the image that the public has of you.” Ashton was completely speechless as he looked at his mum, his eyes nearly popping out of his head at the news. 

“Wait but mum, I thought I wouldn’t have to be king until later in life. I’m too young to be king. And how am I supposed to find a wife and fall in love in that short of time...this is so fucking stupid.” His voice was slightly raised in annoyance and he threw his hands in the air on the word fucking, as his mum now raised her eyebrows.

“And fixing your image means no more parties, so more alcohol, no more girls, and no more swearing.” Ashton huffed as he looked down at the magazines on the table, his hands landing on one end of the oak wood with a loud bang and he sweeped his hands across the table, the magazines flying to the floor with numb thuds, making his poor mother slightly flinch at the noise. “Ashton this all starts now. You are permitted to no more than one alcoholic drink a day, and I swear if you are seen out with any other females apart from me, Lauren or your future wife, then there will be consequences.” She finished as she sighed, not wanting to tell him the last piece of news “And your wife must be of royal blood.”

“But the wife aspect of all of this...who? And how?” He asked as he was now pacing back and forth in anger and frustration. 

“I’m sorry Ashton sweetie, I never told you when you were younger....but your already betrothed to a princess.” She spoke, not wanting to look up at him. “She is a well loved Princess, and she has been promised to you since her birth twenty years ago.” She told him and Ashton stopped, his hands now hanging by his side as he just looked at his mum, shrugging his shoulders.

“And who is this princess?” He asked, now crossing his arms. At least this would make his life a whole lot easier so he wouldn’t have to go around meeting a whole load of royal snotty princesses. 

“Her name is Ruth. Princess Ruth of England.

Meanwhile in England

Ruth sighed as she put her phone down and looked across at Bri. Bri had been her lady-in-waiting and best friend since they were 16, so for four years now since Ruth had chosen Bri to come across to Britain. Ruth shook her head as she groaned gently after seeing another headline about Prince Ashton of Australia.

“Ugh Bri he is an arse whole. I wish that country luck when he becomes King in the future, because he won’t know the first thing about being responsible.” She spoke as she ran a hand through her ombre hair, looking up at the ceiling. She could hear Bri laugh at her as she was lying on the other side of the bed, just looking at the news article with Ruth.

“Yeh but Roo...you have to admit he is hot. Also have you seen his friends that he hangs around with. Their all as good looking as each other.” Ruth shook her head as she laughed.

“Yeh he’s a hot dick head. And his friends are just idiots. All they do is party, drink and take advantage of women who throw themselves at their feet because they are connected to royals. I feel so sorry for his future wife.” She shot up from her spot lying down when she heard a knock on the door. “Come in!” She called and both her mother and father entered, her mother looking hopeful and her father looking rather sad. 

“Bri, darling would you mind giving us 5 minutes with Ruth?” Her mother asked as Bri nodded her head, giving a small curtsy and left the room after giving Ruth a smile and shut the door behind her. 

Ruth looked at her mum who came and sat down beside her and her father stayed standing. Ruth couldn’t help but feel that something was off and that there was some important news being delivered to her. 

“Now Ruth we have some news for you” Her mum began as she took her youngest daughters hands in hers. Her mother was a kind woman with a good heart and was an amazing Queen who ruled fairly along side her father, but her mum was blunt and to the point, and wasn’t great when it came to talking heart to heart. 

Her father was a very fair and kind man with a huge heart and always out others in front of him, wanting to make others happy before him, but also understood that royal duties came before personal matters. 

That was Ruth’s entire life. She knew that she would never be Queen as her brother would be King once her father either stepped down or passed away, and she also had her older sister of whom would become Queen and get a husband to be King if there wasn’t her brother to take the throne. An air and a spare as people called it. Ruth was just to be married off and used as a bargaining chip in royal duties. And that’s what this was all about.

“Now Ruth...” her mum began, smiling at her “As you know, you are one day to be married. But there is one thing we never told you...” Ruth looked at her mum, her mind running a thousand miles an hour as she looked at the older woman. She was hoping her mother wouldn’t tell what she was thinking she would tell her. “Your hand in marriage has already been promised to a prince since your birth. And the time has now come for you to meet your betrothed...and you must be married before the year is out.” Her mother finished.

Ruth just sat there, completely speechless. “But mother...I cannot marry somebody if I do not love them.” That was one thing Ruth had always wanted, was to marry somebody she loved, and hoped that even though she had spent her whole life to serve her parents and the kingdom, she was hoping she would at least love the one she would marry. 

“Ruth you knew this. You have always known that you wouldn’t have a say who you marry. You have always been the face of the family, and now you must carry this on.” Her mother’s voice was steely as she spoke, not much emotion at all. The young female could feel tears springing to her eyes as she shook her head.

“Father, dad, please...tell her. I have always done what has been best for the kingdom, I have never stepped a food out of line. Please. I cannot marry somebody who I don’t love. No. I won’t do it.” She spoke as she was now standing, anger coursing through her veins

“Ruth you do not have a choice in the matter. You have been promised to somebody your entire life, and it is final. You have two days to prepare yourself, and you can take one friend. There is no saying no to this. It is your duty, and you will do this, even if you have to be dragged onto the plane.” Ruth was now pacing, biting on her acrylic nails as she could feel her heart in her throat. 

“Do I at least get to know my future husband?” She asked and turned to her mother, now just feeling pure betrayal.

“His name is Prince Ashton of Australia, and he is to be crowned King of Australia before the year is to end, so you will be married before then. I know this is a lot my love, but I know you can do this. I know you will take this in your stride like you always do.” Her mother finished and stood from Ruth’s bed, giving Ruth a kiss on the head and left the room. The worst part was her father didn’t say anything to her, he just left the room without a word, letting Bri back in as Ruth collapsed on the floor, silent tears falling from her eyes as she let the news sink in.

“Ruth...I was listening through the door...” Spoke Bri, as Ruth just shook her head as she could feel her heart breaking.

“Bri will you come with me...I can’t go without you.” Ruth said and looked up at Bri through tears, seeing Bri nod her head.

“When do we leave?” Asked Bri as Ruth stood up and sat down on the bed.

“I leave in less than 48 hours....for Australia.” Ruth told her, seeing Bri seem to add the puzzle pieces together in her head.

“Wait Australia...King...your marrying Prince Ashton...” Ruth looked up at Bri and nodded her head.

“I’m going to kill my future husband before we can even get married.” Ruth said, a small smile forming on her lips as she stood up from her bed “Help me pack?”

[lilacsos]

Royal!SOS: LH

A/N: Royal!SOS is here! This is just a basic intro into the boys and their lives

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Michael  Calum  Ashton

Lucas Robert Hemmings was not prepared for his life at all. Sure, he grew up in the castle and he was a prince, but he was the youngest brother and last in line for the throne. He expected to never be king and he didn’t mind. Luke had no desire to run a country but a month ago, his life changed. His country, who had an alliance with another, went into battle to help their partner. His father Andy and his brothers Jack and Ben went with the troops to fight. It wasn’t long after they left Luke and his mother were given word that the three men had been killed on the ship over. Distraught, his mother Liz grieved and hardly left her bedroom, leaving Luke in charge. He wasn’t ready and he didn’t know what to do but he had no choice now. He was acting as king while his mother mourned and in a few months’ time, it would be official. Growing up, Luke was taught very little about what being a king entailed. His older brothers paid more attention and Luke was allowed to slack off. His parents let him be the baby of the family and never learn. Now his lack of training was biting him in the ass. He had royal advisors to help him, but Luke never had his own plans or ideas. He just hoped the advisors had good ideas. He was winging it and thousands of lives depended on him.

After a few weeks, Liz was composed enough to continue her husband’s job as well as teach Luke what he needed to know. She taught him the very basics before she informed him that in just three months, he would be married and the day after the ceremony, he would be king, and his wife would be queen. He was informed that the princess he was going to marry was the princess from the country his brothers and father died trying to help. Princess Celeste. She was not the woman he wanted to marry at all. That wasn’t to say there was a woman he wanted to marry but how could he marry the woman his father and brothers died helping? He didn’t think he could.

With a small sigh, Luke stood from the throne and wandered out of the room. He didn’t have anywhere to go in mind, but he just needed a break. His royal advisors had been working double time to try and get him ready for his new title in a few months. Luke was doing well learning but he needed to take a break. As he left the room, his maid scurried behind him. “Your majesty? May I get you anything?”

Luke chuckled and turned to look at her. “Y/N, I told you my name is Luke. And no, I don’t need anything.”

“But Sir, you’re going to be the king. It would be inappropriate for me to call you anything but a title.”

Even in a hard time such as this, Luke couldn’t help but smile at the maid. Luke had a maid before her, one that helped him when he was a prince but when his father and brothers died, Luke’s mother decided he needed a new maid. Especially since she felt the young girl was a little too flirty when she found out Luke was to be king. “Well then, as king, I order you to call me Luke.”

At his words, she faltered and stopped following him. She narrowed her eyes in a glare and crossed her arms over her chest, seeming to be at least a little comfortable with Luke now. “That’s not fair.” At this, Luke barked out a laugh, the first real laugh he had let out in a month.

“You have an objection?” Luke stopped walking and turned to face her. It had only been about a week since Y/N has started as his maid, but she was by far his favorite. She was funny and while she seemed to insist on calling him by his title, she wasn’t afraid of him. She wasn’t careful about the way she spoke to him or acted around him.

“Am I allowed to?”

“Of course,” Luke nodded slowly, turned and began to walk through the castle with Y/N following him.

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[kllingboys]

PRINCE!LUKE AND YOU ARE AT A LAME ROYAL DINNER WITH OTHER PRINCES AND KINGS AND AS THEYRE ALL DISCUSSING HES RUBBING YOUR THIGH UNDERNEATH YOUR GOWN AND HE JUST TEASES YOU UNTIL FINALLY A QUESTION IS DIRECTED TOWARDS YOU AND AS YOURE ANSWERING HE TOUCHS YOU! HE HAS A DEVILISH SMIRK ON HIS FACE AND LOOKS AT YOU AS IF NOTHING IS WRONG AS YOU STUMBLE OVER YOUR WORDS

kxfdnskgnfh he’d be so mischievous I'm scrEAMING!!!!!! he’d get away with everything bc he’s the golden prince of the palace and I'm dEAD 

[pretendtobepunkrock]

Being attacked in an invasion at your castle and asking Luke, your friend and personal guard to train you in self defense and Luke is more than happy to help :'))

It had all happened so fast.

One minute you were in the Castle’s library, reading a book about the Kingdom’s Folk Laws when the next, the Castle was filled with shouts and men were storming into the room, knocking down the shelves and setting the curtains alight. One had caught you as you tried to run, roughly dragging you by the hair behind him as you screamed.

Luke had saved you of course.

He’d resorted to brute strength, punching the attacker square on the nose in order to get him to release you. As you fell back, you not only hit your head against the wall, but you caught your waist on a sword, the blade slicing through your skin. The pain was unbearable, you eventually blacking out as the fight continued around you.

You woke up when it was all over.

The Castle was being restored and the attackers who had been caught were locked away, their friends long gone from the. Precautions had been taken to prevent such a thing happening again, and all the guards were constantly on high alert. Luke barely let you out of his sight, feeling as though he was responsible for your injuries.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He sighed one day as you struggled to reach for a book, the pain in your side shooting through you. He leans around you, grabbing the object with ease and passing it to you. “I failed you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous Luke, there was nothing you could have done.” You tell him, smiling gratefully.

“If I’d have been there, been beside you…”

“Luke stop.” You tell him, grinning as you place a hand on his arm. “As your Princess, I order you to stop blaming yourself. Besides, if it weren’t for you I’d probably be dead.”

He chuckles at that, reaching up to place his hand over yours, entwining your fingers together. You smile at each other, when an idea hits you.

“Teach me to defend myself?” You ask him, his eyes widening in surprise. “Not completely, I don’t think I have time to learn how to be an expert at sword fighting. Just, teach me how to save myself from situations like the other day, please?”

“Of course.” He nods, a grin on his face “I don’t know why I didn’t think of that myself, it’s more than a god idea for you to be able to defend yourself.”

“Okay well, when do we start?” You ask excitedly. Luke chuckles, bringing your still entwined hands up to his lips, kissing the back of your hand softly, causing you to bush.

“Not until you’re fully recovered.” He smiles. “But until then, you’ll just have to accept I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

finishing up royal!5sos night with @dancinghashton 

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Arranged Marriage (prince!Luke) Part Two

Part One

When you agreed to marry Luke, this was the last thing you expected to happen.

You wish you could turn back time.

Back to when you first arrived at Castle Hill, Luke’s country. When you were greeted by a flood of villagers who threw rose petals at you, as you’d slowly risen to the castle gates, tight smiles wound faces who reluctantly celebrated your arrival.

King Andy hated you with a passion.

You saw it in his eyes, his warm smile never felt so cold. You can recall clearly when you were allowed to visit the towns and you had bought a gaggle of children who were starving food instead of buying yourself clothes like he gave you money for.

You sensed his distaste for you when he noticed how bright Luke’s eyes would light up when you were in his sight. He called you weak.

But deep in the pits of your guts, you had a feeling this would happen. Luke’s parting words echoed in your mind.

He’s sending me off lead a war, I don’t know when I’ll return.

He’s punishing me.

It had been three months since that night. Two months since you found out you were carrying Luke’s child. There had been no word from Luke. The country where the war was happening was a sea away and no troops could be spared for communication.

“Y/n, please finish your fruits.” Queen Liz reminded you sternly.

She had always been formal towards you but once she discovered the pregnancy she had softened up.

“There’s our lovely sister in law, how’s my nephew doing?” Jack cooed, flitting his eyes down to your slightly pudgy stomach.

“Been doing alright, just giving me a lot of sickness.” Ben laughed before reaching down to ruffle your hair.

Jack opened his mouth to say something when a maid rushed in.

“Prince Lucas has been found!” Your heart stopped at her words.

You wrenched yourself up from the stairs and almost broke into a sprint before two hands grabbed both your wrists. Looking up, you saw that Ben and Jack were pointedly glaring at you. You quickly realized what the they meant and began walking towards the gates. You stopped short when the guards carried in a body.

Luke’s body was tattered, his hair matted with dirt there were gashed all over his body and his clothes were torn. Some of his wounds had turned a nasty purple and green- but he was breathing, you noticed with relief. Queen Liz was crying by his face, Ben and Jack were rubbing their eyes as well.

The next day news came that Luke was awake and Ben was said to leave for the war at nightfall. You cautiously made your way to Luke’s bedside.

Luke’s face looked marginally better than yesterday, his bruises had darkened however. It pained you to see what punishment he had been forced through for you.

“Y/n,” Luke croaked when spotted you, flinching as his lips had cuts. “I’ve missed you love.”

“As have I Luke I’m sorry you had to do this for me.” You gushed out, feeling the tears well up in your eyes.

“I did this for us. He promised-” Luke began to cough and you hurried to give him water. He gulped it down gratefully before clearing his throat.

“Father said its okay, he’s going to let us live in the Northern Palace. I don’t know why.” Luke said frowning, evidently confused about his father’s sudden good deed.

That’s when you remembered you hadn’t told him yet.

“Luke…” You began nervously chewing on your lip.

“What’s wrong?” Luke asked quickly, noticing your state with concern.

“Are you not well?” You let out a nervous laugh.

“Actually, I’m really well. I’m- I’m with a child Luke. Your child.” You mumbled shyly, staring at his bedding rather than his face.

You felt a shock of surprise when Luke lifted your chin and kissed you out of the blue.

“It’s going to be a boy.” You breathed out once you’d pulled apart.

Luke was smiling despite his injuries, the sparkle had returned to his sky blue eyes.

“Yeah? How’s my boy been?” He asked eagerly.

“I suppose you could say he’s a royal pain.” You answered, giggling at your joke along with him.

It felt as if everything was going to be good now. If not forever, atleast just now.

And now is all you really need.

[lukehotwingsof5sos]

Arranged Marriage (prince!Luke)

“You can’t make me, please don’t make me.” You whimpered, your eyes were beginning to well up in tears. Your father shook his head.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I can’t do anything to change this. It’s how it must be done.” Your father answered gravely.

You felt your heart plummet and you stared at him helplessly. Your sadness quickly boiled into anger, your form shot up as your fists curled.

“That’s a lie, you’re a liar father!” You screamed, shaking. His eyes narrowed and your mother’s posture stiffened.

“Y/n, don’t you dare speak to your father like that! You are a princess! Behave like one!” Your mother hissed. You gritted your teeth.

Parents they called themselves was it?

“How should I behave like a princess when I’m being traded off like a slave?” You snapped.

Hot, angry tears were sliding down your cheeks now.

“I have a duty to the kingdom Y/n.” Your father reminded you sternly.

“And what about your duty to me? Your daughter? Does that even mean anything to you anymore?” You screamed.

Your fists were beginning to pale.

“That’s enough Y/n. You will marry the youngest heir of the Hemmings. They will come to collect you tomorrow and you will go quietly whether you like it or not.” He ordered.

You glared at your parents, trying to deliver the betrays you felt into your expression before fleeing to your room. The second the large doors closed on your back, you collapsed into a sobbing mess sprawling across the floor dreading the dark future that awaited you.

You knew what your fate was. You’d heard countless whispered stories about the Hemmings family. King Andy and Queen Liz led the most ruthless empire known to mankind. Their sons, Princes Ben, Jack and Luke were rumoured to be meticulous assassins. Their regime stretched across graveyards of burnt villages and mass bloodshed.

And you refused to have anything to do with them.

You needed to do something, anything. To get away, to-to run. Yes, you need to run. Run far. Run fast.

You quickly scrambled around for a satchel and started to stuff your clothes in it. You pulled out a sack from under your bag and begin to toss in anything that you cared for. Soon enough the little snitches of daylight began to peak through the curtains.

You need to move right away.

You fastened the cloak you had gotten to use to sneak out of the castle to visit the town square and had changed into plainer clothes. You stealthily snuck out of your room by climbing down the tree that was near your bedroom window. Once you got down, you began to tip toe through the stables when you heard voices you quickly hid.

“Who goes there? Reveal yourself immediately!” A man’s voice. You winced, silently cursing before stepping in front of him.

He was a tall, attractive man and had sandy blonde hair. He was dressed in fine clothes, however his clothes were dirtied and he was holding a bunch of carrots while standing next to an unfamiliar horse. He must be part of the cavalry.

“Who are you?” He demanded, frowning at you suspiciously. Your inside stirred at his words.

“I’m a lowly maid.” You lied smoothly, surprising even yourself.

“I was sent here to check on the stables as the stable boy is ill today.” The man nodded, buying into your lie.

“Shall I tend to him?” You asked him, gesturing at his horse. The man shook his head. You prayed he would leave.

“No, I prefer to take care of my horses. He’s been with me since I was a child.” He explained. You nodded, moving towards to exit once you realized he wouldn’t budge.

“Hold on, what is that?” You froze at his words, not daring to turn around. Your eyes widened at your sack and satchel.

Suddenly your adrenaline kicked in, you grabbed your things and sprinted towards to stable gates when you felt hands grip your midsection tightly. The man forcefully turned you around, he peered at your face suspiciously before one hand reached for the satchel and pulled out your crown.

“You’re a thief are you?” He demanded, his grip growing tighter. You shook your head in panic.

“No! No! I’m not a thief! Let me go!” You screamed and thrashed in his grasp.

He held on to you with one hand, ignoring your struggle while rummaging through your bag with the second. He pulled out your clothes until he pulled out a small painting of you and your family. He stared at the painting, his face impassive, his grip slackened.

“Princess Y/n!” He gasped letting go of your immediately. You stood there stunned as he bowed.

“I’m awfully sorry for my behaviour.” He rambled, stumbling over his own feet to bow again.

“I had no idea it was you, you have every right to punish me.” You stared at him oddly at his words.

“I’m not going to punish you.” You told him slowly. He relaxed and looked up, cocking his head sideways in confusion.

“I’m sorry I lied actually.” You continued, suddenly bashful at his change in behaviour.

“What are you doing here?” The man asked you. You bit your lip, torn between telling him another or to tell him the truth.

“I’m going out for a bit.” You answered carefully.

The man looked at you even more confusedly. You couldn’t help but giggle at his expression. Was it permanent? For some reason, it made him look adorable.

“Is the Hemmings family not coming to take you today?” He questioned. You clenched your fists at his words.

“That’s why I’m going. For good. I can’t go with them.” You confessed out of the blue, once again surprising yourself. The man’s expression hardened however.

“Why not?” You hesitated slightly at his tone but continued anyway.

“I have heard nothing but horrible stories about them.”

“You shouldn’t always believe what you hear.” You recoiled at his words, suspicion now prickling your spine.

“Why would you say that? Who are you?” You asked, moving back from him. His expression soured.

“Because, I’m Luke Hemmings, princess.” Your eyes widened at his bitter words, and you shook your head, moving further back.

This cannot be happening.

“Why do you hate me so much? That would rather run away than be with me?” He asked. You looked at his face at his words. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t lashing out. He was…sad?

“You’ve killed thousands how could I believe you wouldn’t kill me?” You whispered, terrified. Luke shook his head.

“I hate to kill. I hate war. That’s why I proposed this. So my father would agree to not go to war with your kingdom.” Luke explained, turning away from you.

“My father likes to win, he thrives on fear. I don’t want to be like that.” You felt your throat close up. Your mouth felt cotton dry.

“I’m sorry Luke. That was wrong of me, to presume things I’m so sorry.” You said, moving to stand next to him.

“It’s alright, I would be reluctant too if I heard the stories.”

“Of marrying yourself?” You teased. Luke turned beet red before rushing to correct himself.

“No! No! If I was in your position, as if if I was you-”

“I’m only joking you know.”

“Oh.” A relieved sigh fell from his lips.

“So um, I’ll just act as if I haven’t seen you.” Now it was your turned to be confused.

“Pardon?” Luke looked uncomfortable now.

“Well you’re running away right? I can just say that I haven’t seen you if that’s what you want.” He said timidly. You let out a giggle and shook your head.

“I changed my mind actually.” You told him shyly. Luke’s face broke into a hopeful grin and you felt something pull at your heart.

“Really?” You nodded, you were taken aback when he rushed forward to hug you tightly.

“I’m really glad you changed your mind.” He whispered into your ear. Now it was your turn to blush.

Part Two

[writingfake5sos]

Also!

Considering Prince Lucas of Agannia wasn’t doing so hot, I’ve changed it so that the main character is now (Y/N) in order to increase popularity! It kind of reads a little funky considering it’s still in 3rd person, but now it will hopefully intrigue more people and reach a wider audience!

You can read part 1 here!

And then here’s my masterlist that has all parts :)

Thank you! I’ll stop bugging you now!! I’ve got a requested preference coming out tonight! XX -Caroline