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Charles's Angel(s)
Ch. 48
Charles Leclerc x Reader
Warnings: allusion to marriage?!?!??, allusion to getting a pet?!?!?!?(this one was inspired by my very insightful follower @iamapersonwholikesunicorns, who always lets me know their thoughts on my writing, and offers really good input and ideas. Thank you so much, I really appreciate your support, and love love love you! MUAH 💋 )
Turns out, what gave Charles the pep in his step that day was the fact that F1 summer break was closing in. He had plans to take you out on his family’s yacht for dinner.
You both continued your daily routines, waiting for a break to begin (not that much would change for you in terms of your work).
However, in the midst of all this, you’d completely forgotten about your birthday. So when Charles requested you to dress up a little and beckoned you downstairs on a quiet Sunday morning, it was safe to say you were shocked as you spotted the quaint little picnic layout he’d prepared in a secluded area.
You really were getting the princess treatment.
Not that you were objecting. It was nice to have someone care for you like this.
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Similarly, you’d managed to pull some strings and surprise Charles for his birthday in October. It was nothing, really, but you had made numerous phone calls to friends and friends of friends to secure VIP tickets to the next nearest Coldplay concert.
When you led your boyfriend to the venue, he was stunned.
“Is this a concert?” he asks, confused. You nod and push him toward the entrance.
Once you both get significantly lost in the narrow twists and turns of the numerous hallways of the backstage room, you’re greeted by the band itself.
Charles turns to you, eyes wide. “Is that Coldplay or am I dreaming?” he mouths. You shrug and gesture toward the artists.
“Hey Chris! It’s great to meet you; been a while.”
“Hey, Y/n! And is this Charles Leclerc? THE Charles Leclerc?! What an honor.”
You shove your boyfriend forward, who manages to reclaim his serene, cool appearance. He sticks out his arm in greeting. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Martin; I’m a big fan.”
Charles and Chris immediately hit it off while you talk to the other band members, and they give you special passes and barricade “seats” to enjoy the show.
The concert is honestly one of the most breathtaking ones you have ever been to, and that’s saying something. Charles feels the same, and he has a dreamy, glazed look in his eye as you drive home.
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He finally takes you out on the yacht, with the rest of the Leclerc family present. You’ve begun to love your body and appearance more, so you ask Charles and Charlotte (because she was a girl’s girl and totally understood the angles) to take some photos for you to post online. They turned out amazing, and Charles’ fans cheered you on. Reading the comments made color rise to your cheeks, because there’s no way all these people were complimenting you and were imagining they could be you. It certainly boosted your self-esteem, and it also brought Charles’s attention to the fact that his fans wanted to see more of you.
He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that, but he sure as hell wouldn’t be hiding you away. Not with how much he loved you and wanted to show the world you were just as much his as he was yours. God, he couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when he went down on a knee.
But first, he wanted to make a quick addition to your little two-person family.
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Happy Birthday! I made you Legolas x Gimli art! :D
Btw if these two were muppets which muppets would they be :)
oh my god thank you so much i LOVE this!!!! ahh!!!!!! the cheekbones are killing me
and um. i um. i don't know. i'm being tortured by my lack of muppet knowledge today i need to hire a muppets consultant
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I am once again talking about why I like being a kids party entertainer.
Yes, it's only weekend work but can pay well, I get to travel a little, you get to be a part of a kids core memories, you can give parents a break and a happy feeling watching me dressed as Rapunzel play with little 6 year old Beth and hear kids scream in delight because I announced they were all so good at musical statues that I think they all deserve a glittery sticker
But like
You get to see some absolutely batshit stuff from parents trying to one up eachother
I'm in the corner with the kids blowing bubbles and playing with a portable ball pit while Trisha shows off the five tier cake designed to look like La Casita from Encanto that cost £455 from a central London bakery from Instagram and interrupts the games eight times to take photos with the birthday child who's wearing a dress so heavy she can barely move while other mums smile and flash manicured hands before turning around and commenting how the chocolate fountain is from Costco and all that plastic makes the chocolate strawberries taste terrible so little Raya and Rayan aren't allowed any but by gods great earth do all of them eat their fucking words when Trisha walks out holding an actual to god Fun Pizza like the one from the Tumblr post I am not fucking kidding guys someone made and served the Fun Pizza at a party I did it was sureal
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Im 19, as of two days ago, and it feels the same but also oddly strange.
Like no time has passed, but also like the year has zipped by extraordinarily fast.
I haven't had a party since I was about eight I think. It's too much work, my friends are too busy, and takes alot of energy.
Still, I spent the day before with a friend I hold close in my heart. The day of I spent with my family with delicious food and we had cake by the empty hearth.
I got messages from all the friends who mattered. Though they were all the same, it was enough to know they remembered.
The day still felt like anyother. But I was happy so I guess what the fuck does it matter.
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