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Imagine Ed Always Saying Weird Things Around You

Originally posted by mattlmurdock

“Hey, Ed,” you waved a little at the friendly forensic scientist as you walked into the filing annex where he just so happened to be.

“H-Hello, Miss Y/L/N,” he said somewhat awkwardly. You internally sighed; he always seemed off around you, so you often went out of your way to be nice to him. In your trial today, you asked, “Do you have anything fun planned for the weekend?”

“I…watch paint dry,” he said plainly, and he blushed as he continued, “I mean, figuratively. And in the future tense. I will be watching paint dry. That is to say, I have no plans. None involving paint. Funny thing, paint, particularly the colors. Like purple. Few plants that had the purple pigments could be grown in some regions, so it was typically reserved for royalty. You’re much like the color purple in that way. There aren’t any uncorrupted cops like you here in Gotham, and you’re certainly as pretty as the color purple.” You blinked for a second, not sure if he was complimenting you.

“What?” you asked. Instead of responding, he stood there awkwardly for a minute before he crossed his hands and left, shooting you a quick and mumbled ‘goodbye.’ You just smiled and shook your head. He sure left you guessing, that was for sure.

Prince!5SOS // Part 13 // Officially Engaged

If you’re new to this series:

Prince!5SOS Fairytale AU Part 1


Sighing for the umpteenth time that night, you tried to ignore the ache in your muscles from all the dancing you’ve done from the still on-going ball behind the closed doors of the balcony, the different arrangements classical music seeping from the glass and helping you relax as it mixed with an orchestra of crickets and the shaking of leaves from the garden below as wind combed through the branches.

The ball this night was for the townspeople, just something to give back to the country, and something your mother has been doing for a long time once a year that you decided to incorporate in your rule as well.

And it’s been fun and all, definitely better than all those funeral-type balls or masquerades reserved for royalties that you’ve been invited to from kingdoms when you were just a princess. It’s just that the children of the villagers this time around just needed to dance with you, each and every one, you even made a huge circle of people at one point you recalled.

You used to it way back when too but you weren’t a queen back then and didn’t have to go visiting five villages earlier in the day as opposed to the one or two you did back as a princess.

It was nice to be able to give your mother the break she deserved though, and there was Calum too, always making the time to lighten up your day with letters or surprise week-long visits where he never failed to soothe you and let you know he was there for you.

And regarding the prince, it’s been five months since you and Calum reunited that day in the throne room, then a little over four months since you two finally got around to starting a relationship that has been going strong ever since.

Levry teased you that your ‘relationship’ with the prince probably started sometime way back into your royal visit to Wisteria though, and while you thought that was true as well, it’s only four months ago that you and Calum vocally announced you two were together in a boyfriend/girlfriend kind of way and were sure about being together as opposed to the awkward romance you both had before where you were just testing the waters.

Juggling a romance while ruling over a kingdom alone was pretty hard thing to do though, but you’d have to say you were managing fairly well.

If you had any doubts about your decisions then your mother was always there for you too. The woman was probably the only ‘advisor’ you listened to alongside Levry, and though it was an unofficial job of the two, you’d rather listen to the words of the former queen herself and the best friend you’ve been with since you were nine, instead of people who seemed like strangers despite having known them for a good span of months.

A knock on the glass door behind you made you turn around, and you smiled weakly as you saw Calum on the other side, giving his silent permission to get to the balcony a yes before you turned back around and looked up to admire the navy skies peppered with clusters of stars.

It wasn’t long before you felt arms around you in a calming hug and you couldn’t help but lean away from the railings and into the prince. Calum then hummed a tone of approval as his hands clasped together and pressed lightly against your stomach.

“I thought you wouldn’t come…” You said after a few minutes of silence.

“You know I would.” Calum responded, and pressed a kiss to your head that you smiled at.

A breeze blew by and combed through your hair and it’s silent for a while, you just listening to Calum’s heartbeat like a bass drum to the music in the ballroom, the thumping sounds oddly relaxing you to the point that you might just be able to sleep like this.

But sleep never happened when the warmth of the prince left you, and you opened your eyes quickly as you turned around, brows drawn to a furrow especially when you saw the prince now sitting on the marble floors of the balcony next to a basket of white roses.


“It’s your stress-reliever and I heard you were stressed lately.” Calum cut you off and patted the spot next to him, and you wordlessly sat down, thinking people inside the ballroom might find it a little off that their queen was sitting on the balcony floor.

You never were the typical queen anyway after all.

“Did Levry put you up to this?” You chuckled after Calum eagerly dropped a handful of thornless roses on your lap.

Calum only shook his head with an amused smile. “No, actually I put her up to this.” And you thought you imagined it but there was a nervous tone to the prince’s voice. “I uhh… borrowed some from your gardens.”

“Of course.” You stated with an amused smile.

So you and Calum just strung together the roses and talked about life in general, feeling like it’s been years since you’ve last talked to each other even though you just saw him last week. And you can’t deny that you’ve missed this.

You’d take stringing flowers to make crowns instead of reading pages and pages of font. Honestly, when was the last time you ever completed a crown now? Three months ago? Probably. Your sense of time was lost since you became the queen with all the adjusting you’ve been trying to do to get used to this lifestyle.

Sometime along the way you and Calum began a contest of who could finish the crowns first before you both would go back to the ballroom, and of course you’d win, Calum taking a good ten minutes more than you did before he finally finished.

He looked really nervous too and you didn’t know why, perhaps there was another thing going on in Wisteria? Princess Mali-koa’s coronation was due in two months too so was it stress?

You didn’t expect Calum to toss his crown on your lap though, and you looked at it quizzically before looking back at the prince.

“Do you mind checking if I did it right?” Calum asked.

“You do know you’re actually better than me now, right?” You chuckled.

It was true, whenever Calum came here Levry was with him when you were in meetings, the two of them just having these little contests of who could make the most flower crowns and you were a little confused that one day you left the meeting room to find most of the castle staff wearing flower crowns on their heads.

“Please…?” Calum asked with a smile, and you gave him a mocking sigh though the slight sparkle in your eyes gave away that you weren’t annoyed at all.

You took the crown in your hands and just looked at it, not really sure how to inspect it when there wasn’t anything wrong with it at all. Nevertheless you played along and acted like some critic, trying to humor your lover but you stopped when you felt something cool in the pad of your thumb, your brows furrowing as you delicately pushed away some roses only to find a silver ring with a beautiful diamond perched on the top, strung to one of the stems of the roses in the crown.

And you looked at Calum with wide eyes, mouth opening but no words coming out, then the prince smiled at you before taking the crown in your hands, the sounds of a faint snapping being heard before Calum took your right hand and carefully slid the ring from the flower crown on your ring finger.

“I know I’m supposed to be kneeling right now and there’s supposed to be a speech about how much I love you and want to live the rest of my life with you…” Calum paused before taking a deep breath. “But you know this isn’t my forte, and frankly speaking, I probably would never be able to stop talking if you wanted me to tell you just how much I am in love with you. Actually, I don’t think words can ever equate to how much you mean to me (F/n).”

Calum then took the crown in his hands before he laid it snug on your head, and then he pulled you by the sides of your face for a chaste kiss that lasted a bit longer than usual, and when he parted he had a nervous smile etched across his features.

“So uhh… what do you say about being my queen?”

At his question you finally broke out of your shocked trance, and it’s not a second later when you leaned forward and brushed your lips against the prince’s, Calum’s hands on your cheeks dropping to your waist as you parted and sent him a smile alongside your answer:

“Yes, please.”


“Milady, the queen has sent me to remind you that the prince will be arriving shortly.”

You looked up from the canvass in front of you, your hand held in the air mid-stroke, the fine bristles of the brush just a probable millimeter away from the petals of an amaryllis flower you tried to replicate via a painting. As carefully as you could, you took the brush and placed it inside a jar half-filled with water, the ochre paint from the ends of the brush seeping through the already tainted water as you stood up from your seat and set the palette of colors in your other hand on the small table with the jar and the brushes.

The maid offered you a smile when your eyes met, and you returned the expression before you turned to give your art tutor an apologetic look that she quickly understood, the kind woman then walking towards the vase of amaryllis flowers by a small podium a few meters away, probably to set it aside as there was no use for the reference because the lesson was done for the day.

You lingered inside the room for a while to thank the royal tutor though, and you even held a small discussion about a couple brush techniques and the palette you chose for the assignment. But after those few short minutes it wasn’t long before you were threading the corridors, following the maid from earlier without the need to question her because you knew she’d lead you back to your bedroom and set up a bath in the joint bathroom you had inside your private quarters.

Of course, because Ashton was coming and you had to look as best as you could for after your brother’s wedding five months ago, it wasn’t a secret anymore that you and the prince were now in a relationship that didn’t classify as friends, as much as it did to lovers.

You didn’t want to meet him with splatters of paint by your arms that you used as makeshift palettes when the wooden palette in your hand wasn’t enough for the many color combinations you were trying out, and you’re willing to bet your mother wouldn’t want you meeting the prince in such a getup too.

You knew Ashton wouldn’t care what you looked though, but your mother wouldn’t hear of it so you just abided by her words.

You were only thankful your parents allowed the relationship despite the last one that ended in shambles. And when you came home from Erissia, the country that was now being ruled by your older brother and his fiancé, you were more than relieved that the townsfolk had been open-minded about your new relationship and was extra supportive.

There was a ball that was held too, something your parents had set up as a way to celebrate you finally finding someone you actually wanted to be with as opposed to just being thrown into an engagement with no choice like before.

So it’s been about five months since you and Ashton have been together officially and honestly this has been the best five months of your life. The thought alone that you and Ashton could be open about your relationship this time around meant the world to you.

And though Ashton was never really vocal in the relationship, you knew this bond he had with you meant the world to him as well.

He preferred to show his affection with little actions, like playing you a song on the piano you had in the grand ballroom here in the palace, or maybe sending you bouquets of flowers that differed in content every time you received them, those letters that you always loved to get too, and last but not the least, Ashton always arranged for these frequent visits that often were a surprise and never failed to shock you because of the sporadic times he would arrive.

There was even that one time he appeared in your room at two in the morning and you almost stabbed him with a lampshade had he not stepped back and nervously announced his name, then there was that other time just a month ago when you were having dinner alone, your parents gone for a couple days to negotiate something with an ally kingdom, then all of a sudden Ashton had arrived to make your lonely week a tad brighter.

The past five months Ashton would visit at least two times in a month, maybe even three if he had the time to spare, and you often told him you were okay with just letters for a while because you knew he was busy helping his mother rule the kingdom. As a plus, the travel time from Amaryllis to your kingdom took three days at most and that required a lot of effort.

Whenever you would mention the travel time though, Ashton would just shut you up with a kiss before telling you to spare him since he did need to make up for the one year he got deprived of you.

You were brought back from your thoughts when the maid you’d been following had stopped by your bedroom door, and soon enough you were in the throes of thick layers of bubbles, your head popping out of the slightly lavender hued bubbles as you were left to soak.

Then it was half an hour later when you were dressed up, following the same maid from earlier into the castle entrance because since it was the first time Ashton’s going to come without that flare of surprise, you and your parents decided to welcome him formally.

And when the brunette prince did arrive, he spent a couple minutes conversing politely with your parents before the two of you were off into the hallways and on the way to your room where you two often spent time together, just conversing about how each other’s life was going, and only leaving when a maid would call you out for lunch or maybe tea with your parents.

“So how was that appointment you were telling me last week?” You started the conversation, nestling in Ashton’s embrace as he rested his back on the headboard, sitting you between his legs as his arms wrapped by your abdomen.

“Oh it went okay…” Ashton trailed off, his mind seemingly not with you at the moment and that was odd.

“What are you thinking of?”  You asked, and you leaned your head back onto the prince’s chest, relishing in the sound of his heartbeat that you listed off as one of your favorite sounds to hear.

And the prince was silent for a while before he sighed, a hint of anxiousness in his exhale and that made you hold his hand to calm him down because you assumed maybe there was some problem back in Amaryllis.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” You began.

“I know.” Ashton chuckled, and you felt him place his head atop yours before he pulled you tighter in an embrace. “I was just looking at your sword over there.”

You hummed and looked at the wall above the dresser where an assortment of swords was kept on some kind of rack. In an order from top to bottom, there was the first sword you ever got, made of polished wood and usually something you used in play fights with your brother, then there was the fencing sword, your militia sword that your uncle, head of your kingdom’s military forced has given you on your fifteenth birthday, then your ornamental sword for the ruined wedding about two years ago, and then lastly there was your sword from Errisia that you used in the match with your brother—which ended a tie unfortunately.

“What sword exactly?” You asked after a while.

“The one with my kingdom’s namesake flower.” Ashton said.

“Oh… well umm… I made it with you in mind actually, though sadly I never got around to using it for its purpose.” You said with a small smile. “It’s ornamental but it every sense true as a weapon, a wedding sword that never got through its wedding.”

“Well what do you say about fulfilling its purpose now?”


You shifted in your spot so you could face Ashton, your brows furrowed as the prince tilted your chin and pressed a kiss to your lips.

When he parted you looked down to find Ashton holding out a small box, and when he opened it for you to see a ring lined with white diamonds, you couldn’t help but feel your eyes watering in surprise.

The prince chuckled before wiping your tears away.

“So will you marry me?”

Ashton smiled as he said the words nervously, resulting in you nodding your head while still trying to furiously wipe the tears away, earning you another chuckle from the prince as he tried to shush your little sobs before he slipped the ring to your finger.


Being in a comatose for one year definitely took a toll on you, and no one really expected you to get better overnight which you were thankful for, but more than anything you appreciated Michael always taking the time off of his schedule to visit you every night after dinner, regardless of whether you were asleep or awake, because only then would he be truly free from his lessons and duties.

Whenever the prince had breaks in the day he would sit in your room and watch you sleep though, or if you were awake then you both would converse, often times in the position where he was sitting on your bed and you were sitting between the protective cage made of his warm hugs and his legs on either side of you because that position made you feel more at ease and Michael never minded his sore limbs later because it was always worth the pain to be with you, especially when you slept like that, soft snores leaving your lips as you made him a makeshift bed, pillow, and blanket ensemble rolled into one.

It was days like that where Michael would even dismiss all his appointments until you woke up, never minding having to stay up late because he’d personally murder someone if you were disturbed from your rest.

Michael knew the comatose state had drained you physically. To add onto that, improper nutrition for a year and the countless injections you took for them (he doesn’t think he’ll tell you any sooner about it) couldn’t fully support you as much as full meals ever did too.

So it went without saying the prince never pushed you into doing anything. Contrary to that, Michael was obviously spoiling you and being extra patient with your recovery.

Michael wouldn’t deny he was happy when recently you were becoming more active though.

So when that one time a month ago came that you visited him in his study mid-lesson and nervously asked if he wanted to go for a walk in the garden before joining you for lunch prepared by Rian, Michael was quick to rush towards the door and accept your invitation.

The queen allowed him skipping his lessons that day too, because she knew Michael needed the break and as a plus, you two hadn’t spent much time since that one week off Michael was allowed when you woke up and needed as much support as you could.

After that day, you’ve considerably been trying to exert effort to go out more and start taking in food that didn’t always have to be soup. Occasionally you drained yourself in the process which Michael wasn’t really happy about, but this was a huge leap from being bedridden for so long that you figured while he didn’t show it, the prince was relieved that you were finally getting better.

Today you learned from Rian that the prince had a break, and because you slept at about early in the afternoon yesterday—you were still getting around to fixing your whack sleeping schedule—you were fully awake at about four in the morning, and coincidentally Rian couldn’t sleep and decided to check you on your room, resulting in the both of you sitting by the bed and talking about just whatever came to mind which was mostly about the past war.

Michael and Rian had told you so much about the wars and what happened after the palace attack enough that you might pass as a person who didn’t just sleep through all those events if someone quizzed you on such matters. What you couldn’t believe was that your grandmother had died though.

As much as you did hate her, she was family and you unfortunately didn’t have her heart of stone so you couldn’t just brush off her existence under the rug like that like she did with you and your parents. Besides, if there was one thing good she’s done for you, it was actually agreeing to have Michael buy you out of Edelweiss.

Without her you wouldn’t have met the prince, and you owed her this new life of yours too.

Sometime along the gloomy topic of wars, Rian decided to change the direction of the conversation to a lighter tone and dropped that Michael had a break today which you were quick to plan spending time together as it’s been so long since you and the prince spent more than an hour together.

You were worried Michael would just want to sleep-in though, but Rian brushed your concerns away and told you that Michael actually planned for you and him to go baking sometime after lunch and was actually the one worried you’d decline his invitation if he asked you.

Of course you agreed to it, though when the time came, you honestly thought you were going to make a cake but it seemed Michael had other plans when he mentioned fortune cookies, the prince saying he went to visit a distant kingdom as a child and became extremely fascinated with the treats and how they always had those little ‘fortunes’ inside them.

You never made one but you remember your mother experimented on it some time ago so you guessed why not. It was a good two hours later when you and Michael finished, and he even got so into it he made little fortunes with you on strips of paper, mostly just wishes of luck or greeting people with a nice day which Michael said he’d have distributed to the staff and his parents later.

Once the papers where stuck inside the cookies and cleanup was done, you decided you’d just have the fortune cookies alongside for afternoon tea which would commence in just an hour, and to pass the time Michael offered to take a walk with you to the gardens.

Before you two left Michael had to discuss something with Rian briefly, and you would have loved to know what they were talking about since Rian looked so amused and Michael looked partly embarrassed, but they were talking in such a low volume and away from you who was arranging the cookies in a little basket.

You guessed it was about castle affairs so you didn’t bother much about it and went on your day as usual.

When afternoon tea came after your stroll in the gardens, Michael became a little fidgety and you couldn’t understand what was wrong. The prince looked like he needed the bathroom and stat, but he didn’t leave your side and reassured you he was fine when you asked.

You were by the east gardens, seated by a glass table with Rian setting up the platter of snacks and tea or juice, and then after a slice of cake, that’s when you finally got around to the small arrangement of five or so fortune cookies Rian had set out for you and the prince.

You were a little confused when Rian told you to eat the cookies from left to right, but complied nevertheless.

‘Hi, I love you (F/n)!’

You smiled when you cracked the cookie and saw the strip of paper with Michael’s scribbled writing, and for a moment you felt bad because you wrote generic messages and never prepared anything for the prince, but it was too late to do anything now.

You noticed Michael wasn’t eating any of the cookies and you frowned. Michael seemed to catch on to what you were thinking though, and was quick to tell you he had quite a heavy lunch.

So you two talked casually as you ate, thankful the cookies were a light type of snack as you grabbed the next piece, and when you opened it you giggled, causing Michael to look up at you nervously before you flipped the strip of paper to him.

‘Oh fuck I’m going to bust a nut.’

‘You mean the world to me.’ The next one read, and you figured by then that the cookies Rian set out were solely for you, containing messages the prince wanted to tell you.

‘I know I said I’d give you time but fuck this.’

You furrowed your eyebrows at the next one you opened, looking at the prince who was eyeing the last cookie on the little set of five. Curious, you ate the cookie quickly and took a couple sips of tea before you set the message of the fourth cookie alongside the previous ones on top of the tissue napkin beside your plate and you grabbed the fifth cookie.

When you cracked it you weren’t expecting to see a ring inside, strung into a strip of paper and you shakily grabbed the items that fell to your plate.

‘Will you marry me?’

Reading the last strip, it didn’t take long before you left your seat and tackled Michael into a hug, and though you never vocally answered him, your actions were enough to let him know your answer was clearly a ‘yes’.


If you could describe the past few months in one word, it would undoubtedly be: stress, a whole ocean of the thing, and you were the unfortunate person who was sinking deeper and deeper into its depths.

Since you arrived at the palace of Ianthe five months ago after hours of being convinced by Luke in Phoebe’s home, you had already told yourself a good handful of times on the short carriage ride back then, that whatever fantasy you had about getting your previous life back in its entirety, none of it was going to happen.

And by previous you meant you just being a castle maid and living with your mother in a fairly sized room just two corridors past the kitchen of the palace. It was the only life you knew of after all, the hard but very satisfying life filled with cleaning the halls or attending to royalty, and none of this ‘lost princess’ conundrum you never wanted to take part in.

You never had a say in the matter though, because once you stepped inside the palace gates you were already signing up for a drastic change to be implemented in your life.

Sure, you admitted that before you had envied the princesses you saw at the marketplace and often thought about life as royalty when you were young. It was a generic dream little children from everywhere would think of once in a while because royalty just had this flare to them, right?

There was just an air of mystery that surrounded the bluebloods, making their lives so enticing to people who’ve only ever watched from afar.

Now that you were actually living the dream though, you wanted nothing of it.

There were a few things you could list off as something good that came from returning to the palace though: One, was being able to reunite with your mother, well adoptive mother or sorts but she was your mother all the same, then two, was being able to see Yvonne again, the princess quickly scheduling a visit to Ianthe once Luke had sent you a letter that you returned and she’s been staying here since then because the princess wanted to help you adjust to your new lifestyle. And last but not the least, three, was getting to have Luke back in your life.

Luke was in all respects a great prince, and in terms of being a boyfriend since you two have announced being a couple two months after you returned, he was probably the best one out there.

At first you were a little skeptical about the relationship being approved by the prince’s family, thinking maybe they just accepted you because you were the princess of Viscaria. Luke was quick to wash away your worries though, by saying that even way back when you were only known as the castle maid, his family was actually supportive of him being with you because what mattered was that Luke was happy and if he was happy with you, then that was everything his family could ever ask for.

Now regarding Viscaria, the renovation plans Yvonne told you of one year ago began a couple months after you ran away and though there was a good deal of work to be done in order to restore the former beauty of your kingdom, the progress made so far was remarkable.

And because it was no longer a secret and everyone knew you were the last remaining monarchy of Viscaria, you were asked to oversee the renovation plans every now and then. There were a couple doubts from some royal families about your origin though, and understandable thing, but one look at the necklace your mother gave you and their doubts would be thrown to an imaginary window.

Apparently, once the kingdom was done, you would assume rule because it was only rightful you did so. And while you were happy Viscaria would rise again and the survivors of the kingdom’s massacre would have a home again, being queen for them just wasn’t something you were looking forward to.

When the renovations were done your mother would move in to you as well, and she will be named the Queen Mother despite not being your biological parent. Your mother was practically royalty as well, and everyone that remained of Viscaria plus the kingdom’s allied had labeled the woman a hero of sorts that she had saved someone from a bloodline everyone thought had finally seen its end.

You mother wasn’t a castle maid in Luke’s castle now too, but she still helped around for lack of anything to do, which was something you would have loved to do as well but Luke’s mother had given you a full schedule of lessons from the best tutors in the land to teach you everything you needed to know about being a princess.

Aside from the lessons, there were tons of meetings you had to attend as Viscaria’s allies wanted to meet you, showering you with gifts you didn’t really need, but accepted out of politeness anyway.

“Milady, would you please spare a dance?”

Your head was brought back from the clouds when a voice snapped you from your trance, and you looked from the throne you were seated on, you being the only one seated as the rest of Ianthe’s royal family was socializing in the crowds of the ball that just started, aside from Luke who informed you he would be late for some reason despite finishing all his lessons early.

Now that you thought of it, Yvonne wasn’t here too.

Deciding you couldn’t deny a request from a prince who was part of an ally kingdom to Viscaria, you offered an awkward smile before taking his hand, and it’s only then that you realized it was a mistake to do so as the offers for dances never stopped after wards.

You’ve been dancing the same boring slow waltz for about an hour now you’re sure, your legs hurting and your feet having that uncomfortable feeling to it because you still hadn’t gotten used to all these glass heels that were so much different from the comfy leather flats you used to wear.

Thankfully, when you were passed around once more, you were met with those familiar blue eyes, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you visibly relaxed into Prince Luke’s embrace.

“Sorry I was late.” Luke murmured, and after he gave you a gentle twirl you faced him before shaking your head no.

“It’s fine…” You said with a weak smile.

“Tired?” Luke asked, the worry he felt, evident in his blue eyes.


As soon as you said that, Luke began to lead you back to the thrones elevated by a small platform with about three steps, located on one side of the ballroom.

Before you could take a step up the platform though, the doors to the ballroom opened and you saw Yvonne emerge with a rush to her steps, headed to your direction once she spotted you and the prince by the thrones and she had the biggest smile to her face as she waved at you.

And when she reached you both, she passed off something to Luke before the prince had cleared his throat loud enough that the knight standing guard by the platform of thrones had heard and announced that the prince wanted to say something.

You were expecting a welcome speech or an apology for being late, but you definitely didn’t expect Luke to turn to you nervously and kneel down, a smile riddled with anxiousness to his face as he showed you a small wooden box and opened the clutch to reveal a golden band lined with little emeralds in the space in the middle of the ring.

“(F/n), I love you so much and…” Luke mumbled. “Uhh… wait fuck—sorry, I had a whole speech prepared for this…”

You heard Yvonne make some kind of exasperated comment that made the prince glare at the princess, and you couldn’t help but follow the crowd behind Luke that had chuckled at how awkward and yet adorable the youngest prince of Ianthe was being.

You spotted Luke’s family in the front of the crown, the smiles on their faces being registered in your mind before you looked back to the prince kneeling in front of you.

“Stop laughing! Fuck—Oh god…” Luke murmured frantically.

“Let me help.” Yvonne said above the giggling crowd, a lilt of amusement to her tone as she stepped forward and stood next to you. “He’s asking if you’d want to marry him.” The princess whispered to your ear, though it was loud enough for everyone to hear, and you couldn’t help the small chuckle leaving your lips when Luke’s cheeks burned with a blush.

And you suppressed another laugh before kneeling down to level with Luke, pressing a kiss to his lips chastely before you parted and smiled.

“I’d love to marry you, Luke.”

✖ A/N: I got a little nit-picky about this part and had to re-do things over and over again because proposals just aren’t my forte. I did my best though! Hope you guys like it and sorry for the delay! ;////;)’

Also, with Michael’s I know you have the official engagement ring already but he just gave you another one anyway because he’s never actually asked you the question and everything from the beginning of the relationship up to the offical ring, was something his parents planned as part of the fact that he bought you from Edelweiss. This time around he’s finally taking things into his own hands ^^

Next part: Prince!5SOS Fairytale AU Part 14 (end)

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Today was a cool but warm day at the distance kingdom as the queen named Hanoka saima was sitting in her throne, drinking some tea from her favorite tea cup. She was hearing a few servants reading new things happening in her land but they seem more colder. It was as if these new demands of her people were demanding and greedy.

She really hated such things but in her heart, it was darker because of them. People wanting, demanding, yelling, fighting to get it. “So you see, your highness. The people really seem more demanding or scared. Shall we give a new law?”

“Why bother? They are never gonna listen as the dogs they are. Such a shame..”She opens her eyes to stare at the servant but he grew scared. “i-i understand..”He bows and leaves.