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[racersoph]

Winter Whisper

Charles Leclerc x Y/N

Charles surprises you with a gingerbread house during winter xx

AN: This is my first time writing sorry if it is not the best xx

The winter night was cold and crisp, the air filled with the enchanting scent of snow. Y/N sat by the fireplace, wrapped in a warm blanket, lost in the pages of a captivating book. The crackling of burning logs and the occasional gusts of wind outside created a cozy atmosphere that seemed to embrace you in its soothing embrace.

As you turned another page, a sudden knock on the door disrupted the tranquil evening. Startled, they rose from the chair and approached the entrance, wondering who could be visiting on such a chilly night. Upon opening the door, your eyes widened in surprise as Charles stood there, his breath visible in the cold air.

"Hey," Charles greeted with a warm smile, his cheeks rosy from the winter chill. "I was passing by and thought I'd drop by. Mind if I come in?"

Your heart skipped a beat, but they managed to stammer, "Of course, Charles! Come in, it's freezing out there."

Charles stepped inside, bringing a gust of cold air with him. You closed the door, and they both found themselves standing in the cozy living room. The contrast between the winter's bite and the warmth inside was palpable.

"I was just reading," you explained, gesturing toward the book on the table.

"That sounds nice," Charles replied. "But I was thinking we could do something together. You know, make the most of this winter night."

A mischievous glint sparkled in Charles' eyes, and you couldn't help but be intrigued. "What did you have in mind?" they asked.

Charles reached into a bag he was carrying and pulled out a gingerbread house kit. "How about we bake some gingerbread men?" he suggested, a playful grin on his face.

Your eyes lit up with excitement. "That sounds amazing! I didn't expect you to show up with baking supplies."

"Well, I've been practicing my baking skills," Charles admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "And I thought it would be fun to do it together."

As you two set up the ingredients on the kitchen counter, laughter filled the air. The cozy kitchen became a hub of activity, with flour dusting the air and the sweet aroma of spices enveloping them. Charles and you worked seamlessly together, your hands moving in sync as they mixed, rolled, and shaped the gingerbread dough.

"Have you ever made gingerbread men before?" Charles asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

You chuckled, "Not really. I'm more of a novice in the kitchen."

"Don't worry," Charles reassured with a grin. "We'll make the best gingerbread men ever."

As the first batch of gingerbread men baked in the oven, Charles and you sat at the kitchen table, sipping on hot cocoa. The crackling of the fireplace and the sweet anticipation of their culinary creation filled the room.

Once the gingerbread men were done, you both decorated each one with colorful icing and candies. Laughter echoed through the kitchen as they crafted unique and whimsical designs, turning the simple cookies into edible masterpieces.

With the gingerbread men completed, Charles and Y/N sat back, admiring their handiwork. The aroma of freshly baked treats wafted through the air, leaving a trail of sweetness and happiness.

"I had a great time," Charles admitted, a genuine smile on his face.

"Me too," you agreed, feeling a warmth in their heart that surpassed the coziness of the fireplace. "Thanks for making this winter night so special."

As you both savored the gingerbread men you had created together, the winter night whispered tales of laughter, warmth, and unexpected connections. And in that cozy kitchen, amidst the flickering candlelight and the delightful aroma of freshly baked cookies, a friendship bloomed, destined to withstand the chill of any winter to come.