It Imagines/Preferences (+ cast!)

Gardens | Stanley Uris

a/n: had to write for my boy Stan...because we STAN

WARNINGS: cursing, mentions of a horrible father :,(

SUMMARY: basically you're a princess and he's the royal gardener, he cheers you up!

Everyday was the same as the last. Trapped in the castle, reminded that my sole purpose was to wed a wealthy prince, and treated like utter rubbish. My father could care less about others, all he worried about was money! Protecting some jewel from some thug, ordering servants around and bidding Pennywise to do every flip and trick under the god damn son. I'd pay the clown to eat him.

I approached the royal garden, sorrowful and weary from the long day. I felt pitiful, sulking in the flowers as a princess with everything she could wish for. What a selfish little girl is what others probably think. If only they knew how much I wished I could be a villager, perhaps a baker in town. I timidly brought a flower to my nose, inhaling its earthy scent as my shoulders rolled back.

Relax, Y/n, you'll get out of here some day.

God...I say that EVERY DAY!

"Princess! What are you...what are you doing in the gardens? Isn't it supper time?" A man approached me, presumably a worker. He kneeled down beside me, searching my face for any sign of injury. I let out a sigh and sat up straight, turning to the worker.

Oh why hello there...STOP IT Y/N! He's doing his job and so should you! By sitting there and looking pretty...

"I'm not very hungry.." I began, but was cut off by the grumble of my belly. Blushing, I brought a hand up to cover my face, shying away. Of course this happens to me in front of an attractive man, only me! Why god? WHYYY??

"Come on, you can eat with me." The worker smiled, holding out a hand. I couldn't help but hesitate. What if he's going to kidnap me? Actually I'd like that. But what if he's gonna kill me?? Actually ngl, I'd like that too. I finally took his hand and allowed myself to be pulled up, brushing the dirt from my dress.

"I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience, I just hate it in there." I sheepishly admitted, hugging myself with my free arm as the stranger lead me toward the secluded area of the garden.

"May I ask why, princess?" He turned to me, guiding me towards a beautiful bench shaded by wondrous trees. He then proceeded to pull out a knit bag, filled with a loaf of bread and a canister of water.

I licked my lips and furrowed my brows, deep in thought. How should I put this without sounding like a royal brat? Hmmm..

"To the outside world, it may seem as though I have everything I could ever wish for. All these luxuries, endless wealth, and power over the land of Derry. Truth is...I don't want any of those things! I hate not being able to work, I'm treated like a porcelain doll, never allowed to leave, never allowed to think for myself. I have no freedom under my fathers control! I wish...I wish..." I glanced up, watching as birds flew by in a flock, "I wish I were a bird, high above the rest and away from all this nonsense." I bitterly admitted, turning to see the gardener break the bread in half.

"Honestly, I'm not surprised. You're father is...well...he's one hell of a character I'll tell you that." He handed me the piece of bread, sheepishly smiling. "This is all I have, sorry if you're not used to-"

"BREAD??!!" I gasped, a smile lighting up my features as I took all of its glory in, "I love bread! I'm never allowed to eat it because it'll make me fat.." My excitement now turned to embarrassment as I dropped my hands to my lap, glancing away nervously.

I felt a hand pick up my own, and the bread be brought to my face. I hurriedly glanced to see the worker smirking, biting into his own loaf of bread.

"I practically live off of it and I'm not fat, so go ahead princess." Leaning back, he allowed my hand to stop at my lips before he drew back. He leaned his head against the top of the bench and looked up, focusing on the many birds that soared above us.

"You can call me Y/n, I hate the word princess." I muttered, taking a bite of the bread. My whole mood lifted as the delicacy hit my tongue, and I melted into the bench with pure ecstasy.

I'm dreaming...this is too good to be true..

"Well Y/n, I'm Stan, your royal gardener. I'm out here seven days a week maintaining this landscape and occasionally fixing it as that mush brain trash thug keeps ruining my daisy bed." Stan grumbled, taking another (but more annoyed) bite of his bread. I took the opportunity to really look at him. He was quite handsome, as noted before, it was unbelievable that he wasn't a prince, he looked just like one! I found myself blushing when I thought that, and quickly turned back up to the sky to follow his gaze.

"I wish I could run away..." I whispered, watching as a little bird cluttered down towards us. He landed on the arm of the bench, his cute little eyes pouring into mine as I studied him. He was a beautiful bird with luscious blue feathers and a white tummy. He looked as if he wore a brown cap on his head by the way he was colored. He was truly magnificent.

"Woah...I've been trying to document him for ages! He's never come down this close before...hold still!" Stan beckoned, pulling out his sketchbook to quickly jot down the bird.

I smiled as the bird hopped on its feet, tweeting a little song of happiness. I pulled apart a piece of my bread to feed to him, which he took happily in his beak. He fluttered his wings with joy as he munched on the little snack, and even hopped on my lap as a token of appreciation. Carefully bringing my hand up, I began stroking his feathers lightly to where he only slightly bounced at the sudden contact.

"He really likes you.." Stan whispered, a small smile gracing his features as he took the scenario in. He felt a warmth spread throughout his chest at the thought of you, and he couldn't help but lean his head against the palm of his hand and he stared intently. Stan had never met someone so fascinated by birds as he, so he was quite infatuated with the way I interacted with them, as if they were real people.

"Go on little buddy," I cooed, watching his flock begin to fly high in the sky, "your family is waiting!" With one last chirp, the bird took off, catching up with the others. I let out a gentle sigh, tilting my head to the side as I watched the little dot that was him soar further and further away. I finally returned my attention to Stan, who held a look of adoration in his eyes.

"PRINCESS!!!! OH PRINCESSS!! WHERE ART THOUGH??!?" A knight shouted, earning a groan of annoyance from me. Stan rolled his eyes, collecting his things before standing up.

"I take it you have to go-"

I hurriedly placed a kiss to his cheek, pulling back to offer a little wink before running away, pulling my dress up so that I wouldn't fall. I let out a giggle, turning back to see Stan frozen with a hand placed on his cheek.

"See you tomorrow, Stanny!"

I would rip out all of my internal organs for Stanley Uris.