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The Garden: A Story of a Stable Boy And a Princess- Prologue

Pairing: Lando Norris x Princess! Reader

Summary: Royalty AU. In which a small town stable boy with big dreams falls for the princess of F1 Kingdom. Will the stars align for such an unlikely pair?

Things to know: This is a fantasy/royalty AU so it’s placed in the olden times! The setting of our story is F1 Kingdom; and in replace of F1 racing we have horse racing instead. So it’s the same concept as F1 but on horses rather than cars. Each team (Mclaren, Ferarri, Alpine, Redbull, etc.) represents a different village in the kingdom. And that’s the gist of what you need to know! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Summary: And so, our story begins in an old, rusted tavern.

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of alcohol, drinking.

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“Pour me another one mate!!” Cheers among the tavern were loud, guests fumbling over their feet and struggling to stay still all at once. The smell of meat and rum was enough to send the average villager into a state of intoxicated shock- but for our regulars, it was simply another Tuesday night. Laughter and shouts just from this bar were sure to be heard all the way to the castle.

Beer after beer after beer. As if it was a routine.

One group in particular, who resided in the darkest corner of the tavern (one that they had nobly claimed as “their corner” in the previous weeks) is where we start our story. A large group of the best horse racers the kingdom had ever seen- known as the prestigious Formula 1 racers.

“Come on Sir Vettel, tell us one of your tales! It would be a grand welcome to our newest guy.” Sir Lewis Hamilton said, flashing a big grin. He was the current world champion for Mercedes Village, unstoppable when he was on a stallion. And when he got alcohol in his system.

The group chimed in, agreeing with Lewis’ statement. Max Verstappen, the newest addition to F1, curiously looked between all of them. He had moved from Redbull kingdom to race for his hometown- such a young racer excited fans and clearly the team as well. Though in moments such as this, he felt particularly clueless. “Tales? As in a story?” He asked, eyeing Sir Vettel with piqued attention. Sebastian couldn’t help but chuckle.

“No, no, I could never bore you all with such things,” He protested. Sebastian Vettel was the eldest of the racers- therefore the wisest. Having served his due diligence to the sport, everyone looked up to him in that way. He was sure to go down as the best in all the kingdom. Who wouldn’t admire such a feat?

Lewis stood up and smacked his glass the table with a bang. “Nonsense!” He laughed, the rum clearly taking over. “Your stories are second to your racing. I’ll be damned if we leave tonight without satisfaction.”

“Yeah!”

“Here, here!!”

“I can raise a glass to that one!”

The crowd all cheered, fist pumping and jugs in the air. Max had never been in such an environment- he was interested as to why everyone was so adamant about these stories. Nevertheless, he couldn’t deny how much he agreed with them.

Sebastian eyed Max and smirked. “Shall I?” He asked. The man would be lying if he denied how much he loved storytelling. He shrugged. “The people do say I have a rather poetic tongue.”

Max couldn’t help but chuckle at this. “Please, go ahead,” He nodded eagerly. He was only one drink in, but it seemed they would need many more for the night to come. “I must see this.”

Pierre Gasly (a proud Alpine racer) excitedly pat Max on the back at that. “That’s more like it!” He shouted, causing an uproar of rowdiness again.

Sebastian laughed and held his hands up. “As you wish! As you all wish!!” He chuckled, bringing a proud finger to his lips. “Hush now as I begin a tale of love-“

“Love?” Max couldn’t help but interrupt. The racers all eyes him angrily at that, but Max didn’t care. “M-My apologies but you gathered us for a romance story?” Maybe he just was just tipsy, but the last thing on his mind was a sap story.

Sebastian shook his head, seemingly unbothered by the interruption. In fact, it made things all the more exciting for him. “Oh but it is so much more than a romantic story, young Verstappen. It is a story of adventure, heartbreak, horrors, dreams… and how love prevails through all.” He said proudly, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. “But, if you do not want to hear then it can wait-“

“No! Continue, continue,” Max urged, his interests getting the better of him. Sebastian smirked once again. “We have all night, do we not?”

The group clinked glasses and a few more “here, here” could be heard amongst them. “Very well,” Vettel chuckled. His eyes met Lewis’ who gave him a knowing grin.

“Our story begins in a royal garden. With a young princess and a stable boy…”

A/N: Ahh sorry this is short but I’m so excited about this one!!

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enjoy-the-butterf1ies · 7 months

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The Garden: A Story of a Stable Boy And a Princess- Chapter One

Pairing: Lando Norris × Princess! Reader

Summary: Royalty AU. In which a small town stable boy with big dreams falls for the princess of F1 Kingdom. Will the stars align for such an unlikely pair?

Things to know: This is a fantasy/royalty AU so it's placed in the olden times! The setting of our story is F1 Kingdom; and in replace of F1 racing we have horse racing instead. So it's the same concept as F1 but on horses rather than cars. Each team (Mclaren, Ferrari, Alpine, Redbull, etc.) represents a different village in the kingdom. And that's the gist of what you need to know! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Summary: The last thing princess y/n expected on her day out was to nearly be trampled by a horse- and it’s rather cute owner.

Warnings: Cussing, (very light) mention of death of parent, probably typos.

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Being F1 kingdom’s princess came with a lot of responsibilities. Approve a court order, attend a meeting with a kingdom overseas, discuss how to feed the poorer citizens of your country. And somehow squeeze in a 3 pm dress fitting on top of all that.

That’s why you enjoyed your days off more than usual.

As much as you loved being a part of the royal family, it was indeed taxing work. The happiness of your citizens fell onto your shoulders and if you were unable to meet their requirements, they could surely turn on you within a week. Your father had prepared you for these tasks growing up- ever since he realized how unlikely it was for mother to make it to your adulthood.

And with your coronation in short of 3 months, you were more than prepared to take role as the queen of F1 Kingdom.

This kingdom meant everything to you. Your focus was purely on each village, from Ferrari to Williams, you loved each one the same. There wasn’t a thought on your mind aside from your role as princess.

Well, that was until you met him.

You lie in the grass of the royal garden, reading your favorite book.

On the days you had even a single resting moment, you would come to the garden. Something about the flowers comforted you- from orchids to peonies and hydrangeas to daisies- you would never tire of their colorful petals and comforting aroma. You enjoyed sitting at the fountain, running your fingers through the water and feeding the kind koi fish. On top of the fountain lay a grand statue of the castle, your home ever since you were born. A pond in the distance was home to many amphibians, their croaks like a song to your ears.

And the times when you were lucky to see a rabbit hopping through the grass or a caterpillar crawling amongst the bushes were especially exciting. You felt at peace out here.

Peace was a gift when you were a princess.

The garden was rather private, with walls blocking the outside world from getting in. Part of you was thankful for that, you couldn’t bear if anything were to happen to your safe space. It was adjacent from the stables and you could spot the window to your room from where you were sitting; but other than that, this garden was all yours.

You roll over on your stomach, flipping to another page in your book. Peace. You loved that word.

That’s when you heard it.

“WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!! Yield horse, yield!!”

A shout. A rather panicked shout that started it all.

Your reflexes kicked in immediately, jumping to your feet and looking around for whoever was there. You suddenly saw a horse barreling out of the stables and towards you. Someone seemed to be atop the stallion.

“WATCH OUT!!”

And watch out you did, frantically hopping out of the way and dodging behind the fountain. You let out a yelp as the horse ran faster through the garden. You were safe, but it was too late for your favorite rose bush to be spared. The mysterious horse and it’s rider trampled over the shrub, scarlet petals falling to the ground like teardrops from your eyes. You gasped witnessing the scene in front of you.

Finally, after what could’ve easily been your untimely death, the charger stopped. The horse was as black as midnight and one of the tallest steeds you had ever seen. If you hadn’t nearly been killed by the reckless animal, you would’ve found it beautiful.

Speaking of reckless.

A young man hopped off the stallion, hand over his heart. His eyes were wide, petrified even- as if he was the one who was almost run over.

His dark curls bounced as he frantically jogged over to you, and you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t a sight to look at. Loose white collar shirt tucked into his trousers, sweat painting his chest and forehead. A few of the curls stuck to the sides of his head and scruff decorated his rather sharp jawline.

Despite the way your heart lept from your chest, you were furious.

“You absolute buffoon!!” Was the first thing from your lips. You stomped over to him, finger in his face. “How idiotic do you have to race through this garden? My private garden, mind you! Do you even have a brain?!”

The man was silent, staring at you with wide eyes. This only fueled your madness. You ran over to the squashed rose bush, a cry escaping you. “Oh, my poor roses!” You gasped, kneeling down next to the crime scene. You felt the man’s presence behind you. “I could have you beheaded!!” You weren’t sure if you actually meant that or not. The wilted leaves lay miserably, and with it, your heart.

“My princess…” You heard him whisper. He had a sweet accent and part of you wondered where he was from. But that should be the last thing on your mind.

Brows furrowed, you stood up to face him. When you turned around he was kneeling in front of you, head hung low. At this scene, you shuffled on your feet awkwardly. You never did like the whole bowing thing.

“My flowers are ruined because of you and that horse,” Was all you said. It may seem silly to him but you didn’t care. That garden meant more than life itself to you.

The man stood up, guilt written on his face. He could barely meet your gaze. “My sincerest apologies,” He said, hand to his heart. “Arrow- er, the horse- got loose and I had no way of stopping him. He is one of the wildest ones.”

You crossed your arms. “You work in the stables?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yes madame,”

“Do a better job.”

To your surprise, he let out a light chuckle. You had just given him an order and he is laughing. You sucked your teeth and glared at him.

“Pardon my ignorance princess, please,” He said, a smile tugging the corner of his lips. You couldn’t help but fight off a grin as well. “It happens to be my first day and I’ve already made a grand impression haven’t I?”

Your head turned to look at the horse, who had found a lovely patch of grass to chew on. You couldn’t help but relax your shoulders at the sight. Somehow, with the cheeky grin of this unnamed stable boy, you felt at ease. “He is rather beautiful, I must say,” You whispered, giving the man a soft smile.

The man’s eyes lit up. “Arrow is one of the finest in the stable,” He said proudly. “That is, when he does not run away.”

You chuckle. You quite liked his eyes. “I suppose I’ll spare you from a beheading today,” You joked. “Despite the chaos you managed to stop- Arrow, was it? From hurting me. For that I am grateful.” You curtsied and bowed your head in thanks.

“Oh princess, I should have never let him out in the first place,” He said sheepishly. You could see his cheeks heating up.

You giggled and you swore you could’ve seen him smile even wider at the sound. “That is true,” You shrugged. “Why was he out, may I ask?” You were genuinely curious. Typically, the stable boys were only there to do the dirty barn work. Horses were removed if they were needed, and it didn’t quite seem like Arrow had a job a moment ago.

The man rubbed the back of his neck shyly. “A rather stupid reason, I admit.” He muttered. “I can be brainless at times.”

You laughed. “We have already confirmed that, haven’t we?” You said. He grinned at you.

“Well, when you put it that way.”

His smile made you smile. You had no idea why.

“I have this dream of racing in Formula One someday,” He admitted, almost ashamed. “I hope nothing more than to ride the fastest horses in the kingdom, passing the finish line for my home village. I thought I would get a bit of practice in during my stable work… Clearly I have been in over my head.”

“Home village?”

“Mclaren.”

You found the corners of your lips upturning. “My favorite F1 team,” You chuckled. His eyes twinkled brighter than any star you had ever seen. “What is your name? Or should I continue to call you stable boy?”

Stable boy laughed at that and your heart swelled. “As nice of a ring ‘stable boy’ holds, my name is Lando. Lando Norris.” He held out his hand. You took it, and he kissed it, politely bowing once again. “And you are the most etheral sight in this garden, I must admit.”

“Oh, you flatter me,” You blushed deeply. In all the years of being princess, admirers from all over the world would fight for your affection. Princes, sultans, emperors, even. None of them deserved even a second of your day, despite how much your father pushed for you to marry. You were focused on your work, and nothing was to get in the way of that.

It also didn’t help that none of these rich men made your heart flutter like this stable boy did.

“I only speak the truth Princess Y/N,” Lando said, smirking. Your name fell from his tongue like velvet. You wish you could wipe that smirk off his face. “I do however feel horrible about your roses… They were second to your beauty.”

You bit your lip sadly, looking over at the ruined bush. “I did love them,” You whispered. Lando gave you a solemn look. “But I shall take time out of my schedule to plant them once again, I love a good project.” You had no idea when you would have free time again. Just the thought stressed you out horribly, but you tried to hide it.

“You are a busy woman,”

“Indeed,”

He sighed, shoulders slumped. It was clear he felt very guilty. Your eyes trailed over to Arrow once again, who was occupied with another fresh patch of grass. You grinned. “It seems as though Arrow just needed to get out of the stables for a bit,” You said to Lando, hoping to change the topic. The roses were an issue for another day.

Lando smiled thankfully. “He and I are one in the same in that way,” He whispered, staring at the stallion. You coked your head to the side in confusion.

“You don’t enjoy the barn?”

“Oh princess, would anyone enjoy the barn?”

You smiled slightly. “I suppose you’re right,”

“I am incredibly grateful for the opportunity to work for this family, do not misread me,” He quickly followed up. “But I feel as though I am meant to do more. I work from pay day to pay day, scooping waste and hardly making it by. I dream of a life far different from this.”

His story tugged at your heart with every word. You knew he could easily be saying this for pity, a raise- anything to benefit himself. But you didn’t believe that thought. You couldn’t.

Growing up you were always good at reading people like a book. Your father said it’s what makes you such a good leader- but you like to think it’s for a bundle of other reasons too.

Lando is a bit harder to read, and that intrigued you. He seemed like a complex man with a fine mind and future ahead of him. What seemed as a reckless stable boy at first turned out to be a kind gentleman with hope, and that was the last thing you had expected.

Suddenly, his laugh knocked you out of your thoughts. “I am so so sorry princess Y/N,” He chuckled, hand over his heart. You remained silent, confused as to why he was laughing. What a mystery, he was. “Here I am pouring my problems out on you when I have completely messed up your entire day. I apologize deeply. I get carried away sometimes. I will grab Arrow and you will never be bothered by us again, I can swear on that.”

He then started retrieve the stallion and you gasped. “Wait, Lando!” You interrupted him, more frantic than you would’ve liked to admit. You probably seemed insane. Nevertheless he turned around with an eyebrow cocked and a dorky grin on his lips. That hypnotizing grin. “Walk with me, I would like to show you something.”

He seemed confused by this. “If I am missing from work any longer I am sure there will be repercussions-“

“Screw the repercussions, I will see as though nothing will happen to you,” You cut him off and started walking towards the sight you wanted to show. You were almost as shocked at your own words as Lando was.

“Well, I can see why you are so beloved, Princess,” He said excitedly, jogging after you. “You are quite surprising. In the best way, of course.”

You tried to fight off the intense blush that followed his words.

You led him through a short passageway covered in vines. You could see him out of the corner of your eyes, messing with the leaves. You smiled internally and led him to a patch of dirt and weeds.

“Here,” You said, pointing to the sight.

Lando sucked in a breath. “Oh, I- uh, that is incredible. Very grassy, and uh- weeds. I do love weeds.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

God. He was adorable

You squatted down, motioning for him to join you. He did, and you showed him a small floret growing atop one of the stems. “Look at this,” You whispered.

He squinted his eyes and nodded. “It is a flower bud,”

“Not just any flower bud, a viola bicolar,” You smiled widely at him.

He didn’t seem to understand. “Wha- Is that french, or?”

You jokingly shoved him down and he let out the most beautiful laugh. “No, Lando, it is a pansy flower,” You said. He sat back up to join you. “Right now this pansy is just a bud, correct? Viola bicolor is known for blooming in the winter, which is why even in the brightest conditions it has yet to reach its full potential.”

“Interesting,” You heard him whisper, but when you turned to face him, his attention wasn’t on the bud, he was staring at you. You flushed under his gaze, but held his eye contact.

“This flower is beautiful because in the coldest, darkest conditions, it blooms,” You say, smiling. His brows furrow together, thinking hard. “Maybe you are like a viola bicolor. Even though everything seems cold and dark right now, you will still bloom into everything you are meant to be.”

Lando smiled and looked down at the bud again, taking it gently between his fingers. As he did this, he brushed up against your hand and you felt the callousness of him. It ignited your whole body at once. “So you are calling me a pansy?” He joked, admiring the floret. “It is wonderful Princess. Thank you.”

“Call me Y/N,” You said, and his head looked up at you in curiosity. “I do love the whole ‘princess’ thing, but I enjoy hearing you say my name as well.”

That was bold.

Lando stood up and helped you to your feet. His face was lit up with the most lovable expression. “As you wish, Y/N,” He said, not quite letting go of your hand.

Suddenly, you heard a booming voice.

“Y/N!!” It yelled. “Where are you?? You are needed in the dining hall at once!!”

You gasped, panic filling you. You dropped his hand, the absence cold on your skin. “My father,” You said, pushing Lando. He looked just as scared. “Go get Arrow and return to the stables at once! I will distract him.”

He nodded and started running towards Arrow, but suddenly stopped. You gave him a frantic look but he just gave you a cheeky grin, just as he has all day. “When will I see you again?” He asked, eyes hopeful.

You hated to admit how much your heart started beating at his words, but you hated the thought of your father finding him more. “Never, if you do not run! Go!” You pushed. He disappeared behind the shrub and vines and you let out a sigh of relief.

“I am over by the pansies papa!” You yelled out. “Come over!”

Your father appeared from the opposite direction that Lando ran off to, and you thanked whatever spirits were watching over you in that moment. “There you are!” He said, walking over to you. “One of our knights informed me that a horse got loose from our stable. I was worried sick.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh, well I have not seen any horse in the garden,” You said confidently. “Surely it will return soon, yes?” Very soon, little did he know.

Your father sighed and rubbed his chin. “What have you been up to all day? Your face is terribly red.” He asked, feeling your forehead with the back of his palm. You chuckled and shrugged nervously. “Hurry and clean up, we have business to attend.”

“But it is my day off-“

“Oh sweetheart, we never truly have days off.”

You bit your lip and begrudgingly followed the king back to the castle, a sigh escaping your lips.

You were less worried about your next day off, more so about when you would see that mysterious stable boy again.

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“Another beer, please,” Sebastian held up his cup, hoping for a cute wench to take it.

Max stared at Sebastian. “No, no, what happens next??” He asked. The group laughed at this. “What business did the princess have to attend? Did the stable boy ever achieve his dream of becoming a racer??”

Sebastian smirked as the bartender poured him another brew. “Well, well, look who is interested- thank you love- in my story now.” He chuckled.

George Russel, Lewis’ teammate for Mercedes held up a glass. “He truly pulls you in with the stories, does he not?” He chuckled.

Max didn’t even care about the teasing, he just wanted the next part of the tale. “What next??”

Sebastian shrugged, looking around the tavern. It was as busy as ever as he took a swig of his drink. “Ah, hell. The night is still young, I suppose I could continue.”

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