#florist!charles
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green carnations - 1.7k words
pairing: florist!charles + rich boy!max
summary:
Max seeks out the flower shop of a highly esteemed, and eccentric, florist, in order to mend his relationship with his girlfriend.
The florist, Charles, makes him question his intentions.
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Charles and Max are big dumb idiots, and Max really wants to know what green carnations imply.
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A/N: prompted by @sennaverstappen and green carnations have ties to gay men.
It’s been a long time since he’s gone on a drive by himself. It’s a surprise, after all. Or at least that’s what he’d told them in order to get off his back.
Every window is shiny, reflecting the summer sun into his eyes. Ugh, he hates summer sometimes. Heat and all. Both the good and the bad seem to be able to bite him in the ass regularly.
Max steps out of the car, parked a couple blocks away for safety’s sake, and makes the short walk to the florist. He passes a couple shops, blatant tourist traps meant to lure those who clearly don’t have taste, and stops in front of a large, stained glass and wood door. The front is decorated with large carved flowers and Max thinks it’s a bit overdone.
He steps inside anyway (he drove all the way there for a reason) and the bells jingle lightly, alerting the owner to his presence. The inside is spacious but just as embellished as the outside; flowering vines hang from an ornate chandelier, rows of roses in multitudes of colors and scents decorate the hall, and a skylight gleams above a bed of tulips.
Something else catches his eye, though. A figure, dressed in a shirt patterned in rose and ivory, walks towards him with a smile. He has dimples set in his face, and green eyes that speckle under the dappled light. There are 2 rings on his left ring finger, and a golden snake curled around his right index. This unknown man, the owner, most likely, waves at him, and Max waves back. There’s no reason to. They’re only 5 meters apart.
“Bonjour monsieur, flowers?” He asks, gesturing everywhere, really.
“Did you get the call and brief from my team? I’m Max Verstappen.” Max answers. Of course he wants flowers, what else would he go to a florist for?
“Ah, yes.” He confirms. “You are Mr. Verstappen?”
“Yes.” Max replies, stepping further into the store, admiring the numerous flowering buds. One surprises him. “Flowers can be green?” He asks, pointing towards the tea-colored blossoms in the bed labeled ‘carnations’.
“I do not think you want those, monsieur. I have a dozen pairings already laid out for you, if you would like to come into the back.” He turns away, gesturing for Max to follow him.
“Why would I not want them?” Max demands from behind him.
“Ah, monsieur, you have a girlfriend, yes?”
“Uh, not right now. That’s what the flowers are for. Did you read the brief?” Max wonders what he’s missing out on. If only the man didn’t have his back turned.
“Yes, of course I read your brief. Far too short, by the way. It was very hard to figure something out. But that is not the point. You want a girlfriend.” The man states as if it’s a fact. Maybe it is to everyone else.
Max just hums and enters the back room. The lights are more focused and bright in the room, with a setup that looks part craftsman and part photographer.
“Here I have the pairings.” The florist says, placing down the bouquets of carefully arranged flowers. “You can also get a vase, there are some on the shelf for you to pick.”
Max looks over them for a couple seconds. What did she say was her favorite color? He can’t exactly remember. Women always love roses, though, so maybe he should pick the one with those. There’s a bouquet that’s yellow and orange with bits of blue that smells like some sort of soap. It looks artsy, like her hair, which is blonde and ginger, so it fits, he supposes. He points to it.
The man stares at him blankly.
Max points to it again.
The man raises his eyebrow at him. “What do you want me to do?”
“Pack it up! I have other things to do.”
“You cannot have chosen already.”
“What, do your customers normally take all day to choose? Are you paid by the hour?”
“Tell me why you chose it.” The florist crosses his arms and ignores Max.
“Why do you need to know? Can’t you just bill me? I have a dinner date.”
“Why are you getting flowers?” God, could this man just let him leave? He didn’t need to flex his muscles.
“Are you sure you read the brief? You don’t sound like you did.”
“Mr. Verstapppen. I read your brief. Now will you please tell me what you see in those flowers.”
“What I see in them?” Max squints at him judgingly, and then looks back at the flowers. “A good relationship, hopefully.”
“A good relationship, he says.” He scoffs, “You should not be getting flowers just to get flowers, monsieur.”
“That makes no sense.”
“Then you aren’t thinking correctly. You are getting these flowers to get back with your girlfriend, yes?”
“Yes…” Max looks at him questioningly.
“Why flowers?”
“Because it’s a relationship… that’s how it works.”
“Max. Can I call you Max?” He asks, looking over at Max. Max nods at him. “If you get flowers, you should be thinking about the life those flowers will live. The emotions they will inspire. When your girlfriend looks at the flowers, she should think of your shared love.” By the end he looks quite red in the face, as if just thinking about the usage of flowers was getting him worked up.
“But-” Max tried to interrupt.
“No.” He counters, looking down at the bouquet Max chose. He bites his lip adorably and fiddles with his rings. “If you do not understand what you are saying with your flowers, then she will not too.”
He reaches out and messes up the flowers he’d carefully arranged, plunking ones out of almost every arrangement. “Pinks and reds for love, yes?” He asks, holding up a red rose. “White for purity and maybe a bit of blue or purple. For some remorse. It should not be overwhelming. It should not be boring. It should be you.” He looks furious at the idea that a flower bouquet could be anything but ‘you’, whatever that means.
“Mister, I think you do not understand.” Max sighs, bringing his hand up to brush through his hair.
“Charles Leclerc.” Charles’ eyes immediately catch the movement, “Then make me understand. You are not telling me with your flowers. When you think of your love, what comes to mind?”
“Absolutely nothing. Most people don’t have wet dreams about flowers like you seem to.”
“No no, that cannot be right.”
“Fine. The green carnations in the front there.”
“No.” Charles is frustrated, gesturing to himself and to Max in a way that doesn’t explain much of anything.
“No? What do you hate about green carnations so much? Why aren’t they in any of your bouquets?” Max’s voice is high and teasing.
“Max. You did not study floriography and you clearly don’t know your history either.” Charles’ voice isn’t. It’s been growing lower and lower ever since he brought up green carnations again.
“I guarantee you that I have a better education than you.”
“And did you major in the same things I did?” Charles is deadpan.
“Just- Shut the fuck up. I do not want to be late. Pack up this bouquet, and you know what? Add some of the green carnations.” Max turns to leave.
“Have you looked at the bouquet? I spent at least an hour on it, I will not ruin it with green carnations.” Charles calls from behind him.
“What, do you hate the carnations because they’re ugly?” Max replies back.
“Max! That is not what I said.” Charles stares after him. “Please, a symbol of your love should not be manufactured by someone else.” Charles says, begging slightly.
“Right. Our love.” Max didn’t really want to address it.
“Yes?”
“I don’t know why you think we love each other.” Max turns back to face him. “Did you even look me up? Her father’s the owner of the largest hotel branch in the world. I’m not throwing that away.”
“I never look up customers, it’s quite rude that you think I did.” Charles says, smirking as if he’s got the upper hand.
“Right, you’re a fucking saint. Let me get this straight, okay? I do not love her. She most likely does not love me. It’s that simple. Just give me the flowers, yeah? I’m not going to be late to this.”
“You- Don’t disgrace the language of flowers for this idiotic sake. She has all the reason to love you, but you are not showcasing that by getting one dimensional flowers.” Charles says in a weird tone, gazing right into Max’s eyes. It makes Max a bit uncomfortable.
Max looks away, “Don’t suggest some weird ‘finding your inner tone’ course. I don’t need a thousand color palettes contrasted with my face.”
Charles looks at him oddly. “No, no. Has no one ever seen you?”
“What, are you seeing my soul or something? Is that something you majored in too?”
“I don’t see your soul. I see the reflections of your soul. You see, your eyes are pearl-like, I think they would look good with my light blue irises, for hope. And you have a very wide, joyous smile. I think I would add these small, white chrysanthemums. Akin to the stars, yes? They will mean loyalty. I am thinking of a sky, a beautiful blanket, encapsulating how you radiate and how you protect.”
“Right.” Max’s eyes are boring right into Charles, who’s looking at him proudly like he’s just exhibited some sort of great power. It makes Max a bit flustered.
“You are. Ah. You are blushing.” Charles is back to smirking, this time accompanied with his dimples. They don’t help the crisis Max is in.
“Shut up.” Charles can’t possibly have come up with those ideas from 20 minutes of arguing.
“Maybe I will add some green carnations, then.” Charles says, and walks right past Max and into the front room, picking up his clippers.
“You haven’t told me what they mean yet.”
“Can’t you figure it out?” Charles asks him, winking horribly. It’s cute either way.
“Wha-” Squinting at the flowers. He misses when Charles comes back up to him.
Charles kneels (weird) and holds out his lush, freshly picked green carnation, “Go out with me?”
“I literally have a dinner date in less than an hour, Charles.”
“Please?” Charles looks up at him pleadingly.
“Sure.”
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Evil under the blossoms:
plot: Max shows Charles the way to the plants lab.
"That's where I think the robbery happened. These are the shelves where I keep the single flowers, this morning the tansies spot was empty. That is the greenhouse, but there are no missing plants in it. Then the rest of the lab here is a mixture of trees and different plants, the bushes that disappeared were there. I track in the register everything I sell, and I never miss a day, I'm-
"A plant nerd?" Charles jokes with a teasing smile.
"A plant nerd, yeah..." Max answers blushing.
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Max is a florist and one day flowers start disappearing for his shop. He calls Charles Leclerc, private investigator and childhood crush, to help him solve the case.
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nikka! charles just posted this video of him running and the part where he says "the knees, babies" is so cute i thought you would enjoy
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMj1Ph9Sb/
hi, k! <3
fortunately, i don't have tiktok. unfortunately, i can't see what my fave himbo posts over there. fortunately, i have tumblr and you to bring me the news :3
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isn't he the most beautiful thing ever created? idk i'm down bad, i can't even put it into words sometimes. this is my girlfriend who will take any opportunity to film himself semi-naked <3
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A Complete Guide For Taking Care of A Christmas Cactus
If you are looking forward to embellishing your home with beautiful plants then you must take care of them too when they are sitting in your hall. There are several appealing Christmas flowers to garnish your home and turn it into a wonderland. Some of these blooms are alstroemeria, amaryllis, poinsettia, and red roses. They all are mind-blowing blooms to maintain utmost love and merriment on the blissful occasion of Christmas.
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Sometime last week I started thinking about how, since a LOT of OTO’s main characters started out as characters in my AUs, that I don’t have to worry too much about not giving a certain antagonist a lot of development in one of said AUs, since I already have a meatier role planned for them in OTO.
Then a little later on, I started thinking about the type of school the kid characters would (eventually) go to, one for humans, supernatural beings, etc...something I started working on in Myth City before ending the main comic XD
So I guess OTO is a fix fic for not just AU characters, but my own botched original stories and world-building, heh.
#rhys-ravenfeather signing on#oasis to oakwood#oto#my original story#for anyone who was curious: the character in question i was thinking about was vanessa from my ahit au#aside from getting SOMEWHAT manipulated by moonjumper like charles (the prince)#(i.e. in my au he used bow to lead her to her prince and the florist JUST in time for that incriminating moment)#she's really not a huge part of my ahit au XD#not to mention snatcher putting the fear of god into her after she made the mistake of trying to hurt his daughter(s)#but yeah vanessa in my ahit au is basically just jack horner from puss in boots--just bad for the sake of being bad XD#but yeah--her oto counterpart's gonna get more development...and a MUCH bigger role
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Boston Massachusetts Florist: Charles Leo Benson Obituary - The Columbus Dispatch
Boston Massachusetts Florist
Charles Leo Benson Obituary - The Columbus Dispatch
by [email protected] (Loni Cardon) on Monday 13 March 2023 02:34 AM UTC-05
Charles Leo Benson, age 87, passed away March 10, 2023. Leo was an electrician at John Glenn Airport and employed by the City of Columbus. He was.
Providence Providence RI Rhode Island
March 12, 2023 at 07:34PM
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sv5 | that lavender haze
summary: [ florist!sebastian vettel x f!driver!reader — social media au ] your florist husband spoils you with his creations
faceclaim: phoebe tonkin
author’s note: seb the love of my life <3
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sebastianvettel Ich liebe dich 🥰
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sebastianvettel Welcome home yourusername ❤️ the flowers missed you and so did I 😉
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↪ user seb loves two things in life and they're his flowers and his wife 😌
user i don't even go here but i'm all for the golden retriever and black cat vibes 🤭
mickschumacher seb i have a bee problem in my backyard...
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↪ sebastianvettel and I'm not ashamed of it 😄 but what can I help you with?
↪ mickschumacher a colony of bees moved into my garden 😅 i don't mind them but is there anything i should watch out for?
↪ sebastianvettel As long as they're not being overly aggressive you shouldn't have any problems 👍 keep me updated though
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yourusername thanks for the flowers schatz 😘
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mercedesamgf1 We have a special guest this weekend at the #JapaneseGP 🐝 sebastianvettel is here at Suzuka to promote biodiversity and build some bee hotels with the drivers 💪
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charles_leclerc Appreciated the art tips 😉
user this man 😭 "what do you think about this weekend's race?" "well obviously my wife is going to win everything"
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kevinmagnussen Thanks a lot Seb 😂 the kids want beehives now!
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↪ landonorris in my defence someone brought cookies and i was hungry...
↪ sebastianvettel you are 24 years old, Lando
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yourusername sometimes i wonder if he'd leave me for his bees 😂
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↪ yourusername two decades of friendship and that's all you see me as?
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↪ sebastianvettel I would never leave you for bees, liebling. Clean energy, on the other hand...
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yourusername Happy anniversary, my love 💐 12 years and counting
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user the bouquet emoji because he's a florist omg 🥹
user my favorite thing ever is how 5-time wdc y/n l/n-vettel's husband is Just Some Guy who's completely smitten with his wife and makes her all the bouquets she could ever want 😭
↪ user they're like cottagecore addams 😩 i adore them so much
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susie_wolff Congratulations and our best wishes!
↪ yourusername thank you ❤️😊 the same to you and toto!
sebastianvettel I'm the luckiest man in the world to be able to call you my wife and partner 💗 You're P1 forever, especially in my heart
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hiii!! for the lestappen recs, lestappen x sunshine reader who is a florist
they’re ENAMORED your honor
I can’t stop picturing how your place would look, full of flowers, from the living room to the bathroom, a beautiful bouquet of flowers adorning every little space of your home.
Max tries to pretend he doesn’t like to see his streaming room with two different types of flowers every week, one next to his trophies and the other one by his screen, right where his camera is pointing. But he loves it, even if his friends make fun of him. Max has also found himself pouting when you’ve been too busy to change the bouquet that the flowers start to wilt. And you pretend not to notice the way his face lights up when he sees you get home from work with the bouquets, ready to scatter them around the house.
Charles, on the other hand, doesn’t mind telling you how much he loves seeing your home with that unique touch of yours. He likes to help you rearrange the flowers, even if he doesn’t know what he’s doing and you end up pushing him away, because he knows that it can be your job, but for you it is so much more than that and Charles likes to be a part of anything, really. Even if those things change every few weeks, he never has a boring day with you.
When they are home, Max and Charles like to visit you at work. Most of the time you don’t notice them there, watching you assist customers or make bouquets from across the street, too lost in your own little world. And they could watch for hours, really, but sometimes they have to settle for just a couple of minutes before fans recognize them, alerting you of their presence. Other times they pretend to be customers just to see you blush when you look up to see your boyfriends.
You are their little sunflower, their ray of sunshine, always with a smile on your face and a positive mind, always seeing the good even in the worst situations and with the worst people; which is why they make it their life mission to take care of you, to protect you from the awful part of the world that most times you like to ignore. It’s not easy and at times impossible, causing you to end up getting hurt and disappointed, crying in their shoulders wondering why. But they are right there comforting you, whispering the words you so need, being the two rays of sunshine in the midst of the storm.
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BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY / CL16.
in which the world’s favourite pop princess becomes tangled in the life of a certain formula one driver, flipping her entire world upside down.
( charles leclerc x singer!au )
track one: lonesome. track two: fast times. track three: nonsense. track four: opposite. track five: how many things. track six: bad for business.
✩⡱ warnings: like one curse word
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charles_leclerc pretty indeed
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the pre—race buzz was electric in the ferrari garage, your phone pinging with messages beckoning you to the mercedes garage on the other end of the paddock. you knew lewis wanted to see you, he’d been the one to invite you to the race in the first place, but there was something pulling you to the room filled with red. someone.
“hello again,” your smile widened across your face as charles dodged past mechanics to find you by the wall. his decorated race suit adored his lean figure, but his head was still free of his helmet, despite the clock ticking closer to when he needed to be in the car.
that godforsaken smile of his mirrored your own, knees wobbling as soon as it graced your gaze. without thinking, his arms pulled you into a hug. a friendly one, to be sure. a happy to see you, no matter how your heart yearned for another reason. the emerald in his eyes shone down at you, that same look he’d given you when you’d first met all those weeks ago backstage before your show.
and now here you were, after weeks of texts and late night calls, staring at each other through a fog of tension, waiting with bated breath. he speaks first, and you try so desperately to ignore how his gloved fingers brush your wrist when he does.
“what are you doing tonight?”
you blink, his eyes hopeful for an answer. your head shakes, shoulders shrugging, brain nagging to be an ounce cooler than you were being right now. “i don’t know. why?”
“let me take you to dinner. it’ll be my prize, if i win,” he speaks quickly, as though he needs to say it before hesitancy can change his mind. that familiar lump of nerves turns in your stomach, one you hadn’t felt in a long time. not since austin first asked you out — a feeling that had ended in catastrophe. could you face that kind of tumble again?
“charles, you have to go!” a voice nearby urges, every other driver already behind their wheels. urges him to move, and you to answer. his feet are moving backwards, slowly, but his eyes stay trained on you, awaiting your reply.
“well, you’d better win then.”
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charles_leclerc P1!!! so happy with today’s result, thanks to everyone who got me there ♥️ time to celebrate (even more)
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scuderiaferrari YES! 🍾🍾🍾
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charli_xcx damned if i know
pheobebridgers a man? 🤢🤢🤢
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⤷ user maybe it’s just a friend?? who cares
⤷ user puh lease he got her flowers
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⤷ yourusername i know a sexy florist, want his # ?
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writer’s note: they’re getting there 😭 i’m emotionally attached to this fictional couple i can’t. fyi this is just a filler to move them along there’ll be drama soon dw
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Crickets and cicadas fill the air as Florist salute the Catskills and a decade-long journey of friendship, while Sam Gendel swings by the San Antonio River, Texas Hill Country, and a ballroom in Corpus Christi to ring out his inimitable brand of tactile jazz. Meanwhile Brian Eno conjures the endless loss of a future grimly foretold by the climate crisis, overlooking Athens from the Acropolis on a day when wildfires raged and lit the margins of the Greek capital with an apocalyptic hue. Sharing a love for loops, Ben Vince shrouds the vocal swoons and melodic motifs of the folk singer Cucina Povera in smudged sax and spectral synths. And James Brandon Lewis teams up with The Messthetics for a sonic poem full of energy and resilience which holds out hope for a brighter tomorrow. Tracks by Rosalía, Harish Raghavan, TSHA, Friendship, and $OMBI also feature in the latest roundup of new music.
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my flower; charles leclerc
summary: in which the internet is so whipped for charles leclerc's girlfriend, and she loves them all back
pairing: charles leclerc x florist!reader
author's note: loved this request so much, was so fun to scroll through pinterest for fun flower photos lol x
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user3 y/n's making bracelets guys...
-user4 i would die to have a braclet made by y/n
pierregasly he's smiling reading through all these comments
-charles_leclerc pierre shut up
--yourusername aww charlie xx
user5 is it just me who's convinced she's fake
-user6 yeah there's no way that anyone's that nice all the time
user7 i'm sorry but how did charles of all people pull her
-user8 drop dead gorgeous
user9 i bought some flowers from her shop in monaco the other day and she was the sweetest girl ever and the flowers were divine
-yourusername thank you!! so glad u loved ur flowers xx
user10 i would smash icl
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user11 THE LAST PHOTO?????
-user12 it feels so strange seeing y/n (the sweetest girl alive) doing anything other than smiling or holding flowers
yourusername mon amour x
-charles_leclerc mon ange x
user13 mother is mothering
-user14 need me a girl to gather flowers and just be pretty
user15 who's punching
-user16 charles 100%
--user17 i think she is
---user18 can't we just say both of them are fit and be done with it
lilymhe the flowers you brought to mine were gorgeous bbg x
-yourusername anything for u ml x
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user19 get u someone who sends u flowers every week
-user20 need me a florist girlfriend like now
yourusername knew u would love them sweetheart
-charles_leclerc never doubted u for a second
yourusername love u charlie x
-charles_leclerc not as much as me x
--pierregasly we get it ur in love shut up about it
user21 im sorry but they're the prettiest flower ever
liked by yourusername-user22 go to 'y/n's flowers' in monaco u will not be disappointed
user23 missed seeing y/n in the paddock this weekend
-yourusername i was swamped with work so i couldn't make it but will fs be there after the summer break x
user24 best wag? best wag
user25 charles has bagged the best girl
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user26 wish i was her
-user27 bitch i wish i was him so i could be with her
charles_leclerc every second with u is magical
-yourusername wish i could spend every day with u
--landonorris u make me sick
pierregasly we've been on holiday for 2 days and u havent let go of each other
-yourusername u wish u were holding charles huh??
--pierregasly Y/N STOP TWISTING MY WORDS!!
user28 im sorry shes stunning
-user29 drop dead gorgeous
--user30 body fucking goals
user31 sleeping on the highway tonight
user32 if anyone had to date charles i would want it to be y/n
-user33 who gave u the right to say that
--user32 bitch it was a joke calm down
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I love your Niamh fic how about one with Niamh where Niamh sees her Girlfriend after a few years and you are standing there with Flowers in the crowd??
flowers - niamh charles
niamh charles x reader
description: in which you’re far away from home - your girlfriend struggling without you here, what happens when she sees you again?
warnings: some tears, mentions of gagging?
a/n: hiya!! thanks for the love and the request, hope you enjoy ❤️
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you and your girlfriend, niamh met through the one and only, sam kerr. you play for australia, while niamh played for england. sam introduced you over 3 years ago when you played against england.
sure you’d played against each other before but you never had the chance to really look at each other, to interact with one another until your captain dragged you over to officially meet - just knowing that you and the defender would get along.
“great game out there, had me chasing you everywhere” niamh smirks, giving you a quick squeeze on the arm as you stood in front of her.
“well, great game to you too, you’re definitely a favourite defender to play against” you smirk back at her. the both of you engage in light conversation, the mutual intrigue fueling something special.
she asked you to coffee and you instantly agreed, both of you wanting to get to know each other more. you discovered that you’re literally perfect for one another, completely complimenting each other. and so, the years went by and you’re in a romantic relationship, the sweetest, most genuine love you’ve both ever felt.
while niamh was in england playing for chelsea, you stayed in australia, playing for sydney fc. you’d recently signed for chelsea without telling niamh. you’d always been one to find keeping a secret hard, so you employed your australian captain to help you out - she immediately agreed and kept niamh from being suspicious, well…she tried.
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“hey, sam, any reason why my girlfriend hasn’t called me in two days but you talk to her every two seconds?” a scowl was evident on niamh’s face, her voice was imbued with venom. (someone had (y/n) withdrawals)
sam visibly tensed. “niamhy, you’re crazy, she’s just busy” she waves her away but niamh won’t move, standing directly of sam with one of the angriest expressions that she’s ever seen.
“no, i’m not crazy, what’s crazy is that my girlfriend talks to you more than me” niamh crossed her arms in front of her, anger radiating off the girl.
“listen, niamh, call her, i bet she’ll answer, you’re overthinking!” sam pleaded, niamh huffs in frustration and walks to her cubby, plopping down with a grumble. you always called each other everyday, multiple times during game days. it was game day, where was your call?
suddenly her phone rings, your pretty face shown as the contact photo, ‘my love❤️ ’ was calling. sam watches her across the change room, niamh’s face brightens when her phone vibrates.
niamh immediately picks up, “hi, baby” she breathes out relieved.
“hello my lovely, niamh” you coo,
“so you do have a girlfriend?” niamh says cheekily, you can’t help but let out a little laugh.
“sorry, baby, things have just been crazy at the moment” you could imagine niamh’s face right now, she probably looked like a kicked puppy and you couldn’t help but feel guilty.
“i know, baby, i’m sorry” niamh sighs, clearly upset.
“listen, i’ve got to go, i promise to call you a little later, okay? i love you”
“i love you too” you hang up with a big mwah on the phone. niamh is absolutely dejected, a small tear escapes her eye as she clutches her phone in her hand, all she wanted was to hold you. so tight so you wouldn’t leave her. maybe that could happen sooner than she thought.
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the reality of the situation is that you are staying at sam’s house, all you belongings in there. you were currently getting ready to go to the game to watch your girlfriend and your new teammates. you were dressed in your girlfriend’s jersey, going to a nearby florist and getting niamh a bouquet of all her favourite flowers.
sam organised you a place in the friends and family section, you felt like your heart was in your mouth. you kept bouncing your leg uncontrollably, you had a hat on your head in attempts to conceal your identity, but you were absolutely terrified that niamh could spot you.
she looked so upset as she walked out, you just wanted to hold her while she cried. both of you were slightly struggling with the distance between the both of you. you knew she was heartbroken every time you hung up the phone but you were too. crying almost 4 out of 5 times when she said “i love you, baby, bye”
the game was going well, niamh played well despite her emotions, just wanting to get it over and done with. by the time it had finished, it was 2-1 and chelsea had won. niamh and your teammates do their laps of photos and signatures, a fake smile evident on your girlfriend’s face.
you take off your hat when sam approaches, asking her to get niamh over to where you were.
you watch niamh the entire time, your face was full of worry as she trudged around the pitch. you watch as niamh is turned around by sam, her finger pointing to where you were. niamh’s mouth hung open, she was frozen. there stood her favourite girl, a big bouquet of her favourite flowers in your hands, smiling at her shyly.
you send her a wave and see niamh begin to smile, she sprints towards you, face full of shock as she nears you.
she immediately envelopes you in a tight embrace, the flowers falling to the pitch. you wrap your arms tightly around her neck while hers hold your waist. both of you were crying, feeling each other shaking with emotion.
“my girl” you coo, cradling her head to your neck as she hides her face there. “aw niamhy, your flowers, baby” you whisper, she just shakes her head and pulls you impossibly closer.
“i’ll get them later, just let me hold you” she pleads, placing multiple pecks on the skin of your neck, you can’t help but let out a giggle at the ticklish sensation. “let me look at you” you whisper, she pulls away just slightly, her eyes flickering between yours, both of you taking in each other’s appearance.
“what are you doing here?” she smiles, moving her hand to cradle your face, running her thumb over the apple of your cheek.
“here to see my favourite player, of course” you wink, she smiles at you, grabbing your waist in between her hands and lifting you over the barrier so you could stand in front of her. pulling you into another tight hug before pulling away from you, holding both of your hands in hers, lightly swinging them from side to side.
“how long are you here for, my love?” niamh questions, a hint of sadness in her words. “however long you want me, charlesy” you wink, she looks at you confused, “what do you mean, baby?” she lets out a little nervous laugh.
“do you know why i haven’t called you in two days?” you say cheekily, niamh raises her eyebrows at you expectantly.
“i’ve been staying at sam’s, signing a contract for my new club” niamh’s eyes widen, gripping your hands tightly and pulling you slightly closer to her.
“what club?” she smiles, she’s just excited that you’ll at least be in the same country.
“chelsea, baby!” you exclaim, letting out a little yelp when niamh picks you up in a hug, your legs instantly wrapping around her waist as she held you tightly.
“if you’re joking, i’ll beat you up” she pulls her head away from your shoulder to look at you, you just shake your head lightly with a smile, tears beginning to form at seeing her tearful eyes.
“it’s real, niamhy baby” you coo, moving to kiss her cheek when she moves her head so you kiss her lips instead. she moves her mouth tenderly with yours, her hand cupping your jaw and running her thumb over it as she slips her tongue into your mouth. you can’t help but whine into her mouth, it has been so long since you’ve kissed like this, your noises spurring a slight grin to be evident in her kisses.
after a bit, you pull away from her in need of air, resting your forehead on hers. both of you breathing heavily and grinning.
“you’re here” she breathes out, you place a kiss on her forehead, gently scratching the back of her neck while looking into her eyes.
“i’m here” you reassure, pulling her into another hug and staying in the tight embrace until you hear dry wretching coming from the side of you.
niamh reluctantly puts you down, standing behind you and holding you to her chest. both of you are faced with sam kerr with a disgusted face.
“gross, maybe i shouldn't have helped you two get together” she grins amusingly, you can’t help but roll your eyes and lean into niamh when she giggles in your ear, pressing an affectionate kiss to your temple.
“yeah, yeah, kerr, whatever you say” niamh starts cheekily, “now, let me take my girl to the change room and then take her home” she moves her hands to squeeze your hips, flipping you around to face her before hoisting you up over your shoulder, bending down to pick up her bouquet.
you let out a bright laugh when niamh begins to run, placing you in her cubby, changing her shoes and chucking on one of your hoodies, your heart soared at the sight. she was really in front of you, all your emotions flooding in at once.
she stands in front of you, looking at you expectantly but she’s faced with your tearful expression and pout, cooing at you immediately and holding your face between her hands.
“why are you crying, baby?” she wipes your tears off your cheeks, “i missed you, niamhy” she pouts at you, “i missed you more” she kisses your lips gently, pulling you into another tight embrace before dragging you out to her car. she can’t keep her hands off you, terrified that you’ll disappear again but you definitely won’t let that happen.
your debut at chelsea had niamh extremely proud, so excited to be playing with you finally after all these years. you manage to get a goal in the final 5 minutes, niamh sweeps you up in a hug before you can even register that you got the goal. “that’s my girl!” she exclaims, the rest of the girls around you hugging the both of you in celebration.
everything was perfect, you and niamh couldn’t be happier.
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you know the drill - just pretend it’s you xx
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yourname: here to stay with my favourite girl who looks best in blue
↳ samanthakerr20: awwww (y/n)!!!
↳ niamhcharles17: oh
↳ yourname: baby, it’s not what it looks like
↳ niamhcharles17: yeah, okay, cheater
yourname: i’m niamh charles’ biggest fan! getting her name tattooed as we speak
↳ naimhcharles17: you didn’t
↳ yourname: come and find out
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Okay so who do you all think Max is going to be in these Ice Cream shop AU's??
Employee secretly in love with their boss? Hard-ass Dessert Critic who Charles is desperate to impress? F1 Driver sponsored by Charles' business? Hot guy who owns the car repair shop around the corner? Near by florist who hates ice cream but comes by every day to buy one just to see the cute owner?
Or are we going to get a load of fics with the two of them lathering ice cream over each other.
I'm happy either way.
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hi nikka! you said you were sick of long answers so hopefully this is a short & sweet one, but what has been your fav race of charles' that you've watched?
(swaggy got me obsessed with some drivers so im slowly learning more about the sport i would love to know what you think makes a good race for your driver)
hiiii my lovely k <3
i missed you so so much! and well, to give you a quick answer my fave charles' win is monza 2019. it is extremely special for the tifosi once it's the italian grand prix, and ferrari hadn't won it there for almost a decade. charles winning was like breaking a curse, it was magical, i cried like a baby.
charles drove beautifully that day, even though he had to race lewis and valtteri to make himself the winner.
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times it mattered ; charles leclerc
— summary; 5 times where Charles showed you what it’s like to be on the receiving end of love with his actions and words.
pairing — charles leclerc x art-student!f. reader ( third person story )
word count — 1899.
content — 5 times you realised that being in an arranged marriage with Charles Leclerc wasn’t that bad. Actions speak louder than words, but what if he has a mix of both?
NAVIGATION + author’s note: i awfully love this one because i’m soooo an acts of service girl and this is exactly what i want in life but no one gets what they want.
— 1.
THE SOUND OF THE television drains out with her head in her hands, the table with an array of paint and colour pencils. The sketch, she thought wasn’t good enough, had been staring at her for the past twenty minutes. Under the sky of midnight velvet, she had been in this very exact position since the morning blues.
It was only when the sound of the door slammed shut that broke her out of her trance, she didn’t need to turn to know that it was Charles. “Hey, bella.” He greets, sitting on the couch behind her and she turns to give him a small smile. He knew that smile even though she had hardly smiled at him, the same exact smile when she can’t get a sketch right.
“I bought you these, it was on the way home.” Charles holds out the bouquet of baby breaths in front of her, scratching at his nape and a small grin on his face that displays his dimples. “Thanks, you didn’t have to though.” Her eyes creased into crescents, taking in the sight of the bouquet. “I know I don’t have to but I wanted to, let me do my thing as your husband yeah?”
Husband on paper but not really her husband though, doesn’t matter as long as things are working out and thank god it’s going well between them. It was an occasional thing where Charles would always arrive home with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, saying it’s on the way home and that it would be a waste if the florist didn’t sell them out.
The smile on her face probably said everything there was left unsaid and god it left Charles weak in his knees. “I’ll go and take a shower, long day today and I probably smell bad. The sketch is looking good, hope your projects are going well.” He ruffled her hair before jogging away into the master bedroom but the smell of his Creed perfume remains behind.
— 2.
Mornings had never been her favourite thing, not when she knew lectures were awaiting her the whole day or projects piling up on her load. Golden rays of the morning sun came as invitations to the day, yet she only felt dread in leaving the duvet that kept her warm and acted as a protective layer from the world beyond.
The house is empty and quiet as always, leaving her to savour the hours of mornings in freedom and solitude, not that Charles had ever been bothersome to her morning routine. The only sign of Charles that was left behind was the scent of his Dior Sauvage cologne that she had gotten him, adding to his growing collections of perfumes.
Her door left ajar when she finally untangled herself from the comfort of her sheets, dragging herself towards the kitchen where she would always find an avocado bowl and a cup of tea ready for her. There’d always be a message on her phone accompanying Charles’ gesture although she thinks of it as bothersome for him to prepare breakfast for her if he never has some of it.
It started off as a one time thing where it subsequently happened everyday after she bought him a belt in return for his actions. Everything then just happened naturally as it became a habit for her to buy him things and he’d prepare her breakfast. She’d like to think that Charles liked her taste in whatever she bought him, perfumes, jeans and dress shirts.
That one time where she caught Charles pouring a cup of tea only and putting the kettle back in place, then she only realised he never drank tea. He’d always say “It’s okay I drink some of it too so I made more and we can share.” but he never drank some of it, all of it was for her because he had a cup of cappuccino daily.
— 3.
“Bella today’s my day off, let’s go somewhere should we?” Charles pokes his head around the corner of the living room as she glances up from her sketch to catch his small grin. “I have 2 more sketches to complete but we can go. Where are we going, have you thought of it?” There had rarely been days where they ever went out together, their schedules not complying with each other.
There’s excitement in his eyes as they glint in the light, a deep happiness in the well of his dimples where she found home within, a spark that would always lead her to thrive once more. “Of course, I planned it beforehand and even if you were going to disagree, I would have come up with some other plan to drag you out.”
A giggle left her lips as Charles walked forward, hands outstretched for her to hold onto when standing up. “There’s a desk in your room, why do you always wanna make your back suffer by sitting on the floor with nothing to lean against and hunching over the coffee table.” His voice laced with concern knowing how often she had complained of a backache from the long hours sitting down.
“I just like it there, you can’t stop me because you’re not home mostly.” It wasn’t supposed to hurt but it had been like a jab towards him that made him realised his tight schedule. The least he could do to make up for the time loss was bringing her out when he was home, preparing her breakfast, tucking her into the duvets before he left or came home.
Truthfully they both knew that they never wanted to end up in an arranged marriage but what could he do except to make the most out of it? Especially when someone as gorgeous and beautiful as her, he wasn’t letting the chance slip through. “Where are we going?” She pivots on her heels to face him, her brows cocked up while looking at him. “Art Museum.”
“But you said you didn’t understand art and paintings the last time we went.” Charles only shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly before walking to his bedroom. “You’re there, you can explain everything to me. My art student for a reason, aren’t you?
— 4.
Leaving everything on the coffee table was something she always did with her colour pencils, brushes and paints all over the table. Charles had been used to that though, that’s why he had always been the one cleaning after her mess. “Leave it, I'll clear it up later.” Yet she’d always return to an organised coffee table, the packed dinner he brought back or those he cooked when he was free were already on the table.
“I’m home with dinner, go wash your hands and we can eat together.” The shuffling of Charles’ footsteps can be heard from the living room while she makes her way towards the bathroom, washing her hands of different colours and doodles. The rustling of plastic bags were heard, the sound of her colour pencils being kept away.
Yet when she rounded the corner of the living room, Charles sat there with her sketchbook in hand, flipping through where his eyes were enlarged at every sketch he flipped through. “Charles, are you snooping through my sketches?” Her eyebrows cocked up with her lips slightly lifted at the ends.
“Nooo, not at all. I was just, what do you call that? Interested but openly looking, not snooping.” He shuts the sketchbook close at her voice, pushing it to the far end of the couch and raising his hands in surrender. “Leave it there, we can look through it and I’ll explain it to you later. The projects, the drawings and everything else.”
He had eyes that spoke of all things newborn in the spring, glimmering with the small hint of excitement that hid behind the windows of a soul. “Really? You’d tell me all about it? Everything in between too?” Her smile grows of its own accord and she can either let him see what he ignited or hide it, either way, he's the most fun and adorable thing in her world.
“I would if you finish your dinner first and take a shower after, then we can go through everything you said and everything in between.” The glasses that sat on the arch of his nose only worsened the palpitations within her heart, every nook and crevice filled with adoration for him. “Then what are you waiting for? Come here, have a seat and start digging in!”
— 5.
Nothing on earth beats the atmosphere of a concert, aside from a race where Charles wins, nothing comes as close to this feeling. The crowd has a life of its own, the vibrant clothes shine in the track lights and the people move like enchanting shoals of fish.
Charles stood by her side, hands on the small of her back where he occasionally tugged her closer from the crowd. Being here, at The 1975 concert, with Charles was definitely not something she had expected since they ever got married. The back of her heels hurt from the bite of her shoes she had horribly chosen.
“You okay? I’ll get us out of here soon, my car’s parked far though, it might be quite a bit of a walk.” Charles peers down at her, oblivious to her pain and watches her face scrunch with her eyes wincing while nodding in response to him. “Are you sure you’re okay, are you tired?” And he only gets a meek smile in return, not quite like the same person he had been with during the concert. “Your feet hurts, don't they?”
She acts like it’s nothing she couldn’t handle, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly when they walked out of the concert venue. He stops his tracks along as she does by the bench nearby, then bending over to remove his Jordans and pushing her gently to sit on the bench. “What are you doing, Charles?”
He whistled to the song he had heard in the concert earlier instead of replying, kneeling by her to slip off her shoes and fit them in with his Jordan’s instead. He then turns around, patting his back as a signal for her to hop on. “C’mon, let’s go and it’s late.” But she only stared at him with her jaws hung open, processing what he had just done. “Hey come on, I don’t have all the time in the world.”
And when she finally relaxed herself onto his back and the comfort within her arms around his neck, his left hand carried her shoes whilst continuing his whistle and walking towards the car with only his socks. “Why are you doing this Charles, doesn’t your foot hurt with only the socks?”
“Doesn’t really matter as long as you’re okay, besides the walk to the car isn’t that far so I can handle it.” Her fingers meddled with the necklaces he wore, mostly from his sponsored brand. “Sleep with me tonight.” His abrupt remark had caused a gasp to leave her mouth, throwing him a soft punch on the shoulder.
“Isn’t that a little too straightforward?” Charles shook his head and chuckled, swaying her from side to side. “I meant together in my room, like moving into the master bedroom.” She only hummed in reply, teasing him with her short and unclear response which left him desperate. “Sure.”
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