If it’s possible to have Yellow and Charles from the song prompts
No rush <3
pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader
summary: charles is the biggest simp and we all know it, from this prompt list
word count: 1k
warnings: dead mother, short mention of alcoholism, angst, mostly fluff though
note: it was so sweet to write this, thank you for requesting!
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Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
The stars were something very important to you. Your mother, may she rest in peace, was an Astrophysicist. At a young age she already explained the constellations to you. She always told you, that the stars were shining just for you.
You missed her dearly, she died when you were just 11. She was your rock, and she was always behind you. Your father, not having great coping mechanism, started to drink himself to sleep. He was okay during the day, but as soon as the moon had risen, he was drunk.
The stars were your safe haven, always finding comfort in them.
And everything you do Yeah, they were all yellow
Your favorite color was yellow, form your bedsheets to your wardrobe, everything was yellow. It was because the stars were mostly shining a white-yellow-y color. When you met Charles, you were wearing an all-yellow outfit, light yellow flowy pants with a yellow corset and some white heels. Your hair in two low buns. You were smiling and laughing over something on your phone. He thought it maybe was your boyfriend, but it was not, it was just a meme.
You looked so graceful, sitting there smiling at your phone, even if you were wearing all yellow. Everything you did seemed beautiful. Something else that Charles noticed, was that you were all alone, just sitting in a parc, not seeming to wait on someone or something.
I came along
I wrote a song for you
Charles sat on the bench, not knowing how to speak to you. So, he left after a while. He was so disappointed that he couldn’t talk to you. He went the next day again and the day after tomorrow too. You were sitting there every day and he was too. You did notice him but didn’t pay him any thought.
Charles was so nervous, when he got home, he always felt so creative. He wrote a song for you. Just a simple piano melody, but it was still thoughtful of him. The next time he saw you, he slid a flash drive with his song on it. You smiled, not knowing what Charles was doing.
And it was called Yellow So then I took my turn
At home you listened to the song, and you were mesmerized. It was called yellow. The next day you waited for the mysterious man and wanted to thank him for the beautiful song. But he didn’t come, it was a Wednesday and Charles was on his way to another race week. You waited and waited and waited but he didn’t come. You gave up and just showed up like you used to, not waiting on him anymore.
When he was back on Monday, you were sitting there. He sat down next to you; you looked up and instantly smiled. “I liked the song, thank you for that”, you told him. Charles smiled shyly, looking down at the ground. “Thank you”, his voice quiet.
Oh, what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow
You two connected more over time, befriending one another. Meeting outside of the parc and learning things about each other. He now knew why yellow your favorite color was or how the starts are very important to you.
And when Charles went for a stroll, everything he saw was yellow, what have you done to him?
Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
Charles admired everything about you, your skin, your face, your hair, everything was just beautiful. He knew he liked you more than he should, but he couldn’t tell you. But you thought the same thing about him, his bone structure was mesmerizing and his way of taking, you could’ve melted.
You know I love you so
When Charles finally confessed is feelings to you, the first thing you told him was: “You know I love you so much, right?” He smiled and kissed you, feeling like he just won the lottery. All because you wore yellow that day. His song and your reaction brought you two together.
I swam across
I jumped across for you
When you visited Charles in Imola for the first time, it rained, heavily. Charles and you walked around, just sightseeing the Italian town a bit. Charles telling you all about the history of the place, being a good tour guide for you.
You were wearing a hat to shield your face. A windblow came and your hat was flying, landing I a big puddle on the other side of the street, so Charles immediately ran across the street to fish your hat out of the water puddle.
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
You had drawn Charles before, but always with him not knowing. When you asked Charles to draw him for the first time, he was surprised. He sat as still s humanly possible, not wanting to ruin your picture, be he could never.
And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry
For you, I'd bleed myself dry
After being finished with your drawing, you showed him. He was impressed, he was so in love with you. He knew, if ever something happened to you, he would do anything to either stop it or heal it. You were his everything. He’d bleed himself dry if that meant you’d live a bit longer.
Look how they shine for you And all the things that you do
The night he sank down on one knee, he first looked at the stars and then back at you, silently asking your mother for permission. When they shined brighter, he took it as his sign to ask you to marry him.
“Will you marry me and make me the happiest man alive?”
Of course, you would, looking up to the stars you cried, happy tears of course. You felt your mother with you and as Charles kissed you, you knew that this was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.
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