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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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naughty count | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 2.3k words request: yes/no, by an anon: "hi! can you write a one shot with charles with the prompts 34 and 44 (fluffy), please?" this was so fun to write! prompt: letter n: naughty or nice. from this christmas alphabet prompt list. & fluff 34: "why are you wearing my sweater?" "because it smells like you." & fluff 44: "you're an idiot." "but i am your idiot." from this prompt listwarnings: language, vomit, and a chaotic charles once again. a/n: day fourteen!

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when it comes to being naughty or nice, charles is a bit of both. he can either be the sweetest person to ever walk the eart, or he's a pain in the ass who won't leave you alone so you can study in peace.

when you first started dating he was very shy, tried to show you the best version of himself, until that bubble of chaos exploded, letting you see his true colors, which you loved, but sometimes it was all too much.

lately, with the racing season over, you found yourself holed up in your apartment with charles, it was too cold out to even go on a walk, and you were trying to read a recipe to make some cinnamon rolls you'd seen on tiktok. charles was playing the piano, you always loved hearing him play because he did it wonderfully, pressing the keys softly as he played the melodies that invaded his mind.

but with the holiday season upon you, charles found a new genre of music to torture entertain you with.

"charles, i swear to god, if you play 'jingle bell rock' one more time i'm going to throw that piano out the window."

his fingers fell abruptly over random keys, making you flinch at the sudden loud, out-of-tune sound.

"you wouldn't," he narrowed his eyes at you.

"try me," you mimicked his actions. he moved his fingers, resting them on the keys to play the same tune he'd been playing for the past two hours. "charles,"

"(y/n)," he raised an eyebrow.

"don't-" he started playing that damn song again, a shit-eating grin on his face. you groaned, dropping the notebook where you'd written the recipe and going to your room.

"jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring!" he yelled, singing out of tune as you walked away.

naughty count

charles: 1

(y/n): 0

"can you stop changing everything after one minute and just pick a movie? my food's getting cold," charles complained as he watched you exit the fourth movie you'd picked and scrolling until you found another one.

"mon amour, i am trying to pick the perfect movie to enjoy this meal with you." you had a pact, always eat your meals together, no starting without the other.

"what if we turn off the tv and just eat, we can play some music?" he offered, and you heard his stomach grumbling, you felt a little bad, but this was payment for him playing that stupid song all day.

"hmm... no. look! i found the perfect movie" you said as you picked a musical you'd seen countless times. charles' eyes switched to the tv, seeing the snowy mountains at the beginning of 'high school musical'.

"no, god no, please no." he frowned, hitting his head against the table.

"did you just quote michael scott?" you asked, twirling the spaghetti around your fork.

"maybe." you smiled devilishly.

naughty count

charles: 1

(y/n): 1

"when are you coming home?" charles asked, turning on his side, you noticed how he was hugging your pillow.

"tomorrow. i promise," you were away for a job interview, and had to take the first available train to france. "what did you do today?" you asked as you leaned against the headboard of the hotel bed.

"i bought christmas gifts for my brothers," he said and you gave him a small smile. "how was the interview?"

"it went well, i think. i didn't stutter as much and made all the points i wanted to," you shrugged. "i think i'm gonna get it," you bit your bottom lip to prevent a small from forming on your face.

"of course you will, mon amour! you are the best person for this job, it was literally made for you. i'm sure you blew them all away with your skills and intelligence and talent." he sat up, resting his laptop on his lap, letting you see his torso.

"is that my sweater?" you asked, getting your phone close to your face as you recognized what charles was wearing. he looked down, and even through the phone, you could see his red cheeks.

"maybe," he muttered and you smiled.

"why are you wearing my sweater?" you couldn't help but ask, even though you most likely already knew the answer, since you did the same each time charles went away.

"because it smells like you," he said, shrugging a shoulder and looking at you, you couldn't stop the small tears that welled up in your eyes.

"i love you," you whispered.

nice count

charles: 10,000,000

(y/n): 0

"what do you think you're doing?" you asked, leaning against the doorframe of the guest room, with your arms crossed over your chest, as you watched charles flinching as he heard your voice.

"nothing, just... checking the hinges," he knocked on the door, leaning his elbow against it and resting his head on his fist, acting casually.

"are you sure you're not looking for your christmas gift?" you asked, approaching him.

"wha- me? pfft, no! why? is it here?" he tried to play it cool, but he let his intentions known as he went to open the door. you ran to stop him.

"charles! you promised me you wouldn't look," you pouted. "you broke your promise, that's another point for the naughty count."

"but babyyyy, you can't just tell me that my present is somewhere around here and not expect me to freak out! i mean, have you met me?!" he asked, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you towards him.

"you're impossible," you shook your head as you looked up at him.

"will you tell me?"

"no!"

"why not?" he whined.

"because i haven't even bought your gift," you chuckled. you wished you could've captured the way his eyes opened comically.

naughty count

charles: 2

(y/n): 2

you sat on charles' lap, sitting by the tree as you opened the presents. you had eaten dinner at his family's home and had gotten back about fifteen minutes ago.

he got you a diamond bracelet, tickets to see your favorite artist and a new set of baby pink lace lingerie.

you got him a watch with your anniversary date engraved on the back, a photo album of all the pictures you took of him during that racing season, and a new shirt signed by his favorite football team.

you were just enjoying each other's presence, talking about the memories you'd made that year, when your stomach felt funny, the wrong kind of funny.

charles noticed the way your smile dropped, how you placed a hand on your stomach and how you pushed yourself off of his lap.

"what's wrong?" he asked, watching you run into the bathroom.

you threw up all the contents in your stomach, your throat burning and small tears falling from the corners of your eyes. you felt charles' hand rubbing up and down your back, comforting you as he whispered you were going to be okay.

you leaned your back against his chest, feeling exhausted. charles handed you a tissue and you cleaned your lips.

"are you okay?" he whispered in your ear, you could barely shake your head in denial. "do you want to go to the hospital?" he asked, running his hands up and down your arms.

you nodded, closing your eyes when suddenly everything started hurting. he helped you up and you leaned your weight on him, taking careful steps to the entrance of your home. on the way down the elevator charles placed a hand on your forehead.

"you're burning up, my love." you frowned as even breathing was too hard at the moment. "don't fall asleep, please. don't scare me like that, we'll be in the hospital soon," he kissed the side of your sweaty forehead as he helped you climb in the car.

the speed at which he drove for his job couldn't compare to how he drove you to the hospital, he thanked the universe for all the reflex training as he avoided all cars on the road. you grunted in pain as you clutched your stomach, breathing fast and short. he barely turned off the car before sprinting to your side, carrying you with one hand under your knees, the other one supporting your back.

you found yourself with an i.v. on your left arm, laying down on an uncomfortable hospital bed with charles sitting on a chair next to you, holding your hand.

"i'm so sorry i ruined christmas," you mumbled, feeling tired.

"you didn't ruin christmas, mon ange. and it was better that it happened when i was there with you, and not when you were alone. i got so scared, i-" he shook his head.

you were about to reply when the doctor walked in, holding the results of the blood tests they'd run when you got in. you immediately tensed, holding charles' hand tighter.

"ms. (y/l/n)?" the doctor asked, and you nodded. she gave you a small smile before looking down at your chart. "i have some news to share with you, is it okay if your partner stays here?" she asked, you frowned, even though the fluids were helping you rehydrate your head still hurt.

"ye- yes, it's fine," she nodded once she got your consent.

"okay. ms. (y/l/n), i'm happy to confirm you are perfectly fine, nothing to worry about. just something you ate has given you food poisoning, but the fluids will help with that, you will need to stay the rest of the night just for the usual check-ups. do you have any questions?" she explained.

"do you- you know what gave her the food poisoning?"

"well... you mentioned you ate an apple pie? are you sure it was cooked fully?" she asked, you looked at charles he'd been in charge of that pie.

"charles?" you asked. "it did taste a little funny,"

"i might have forgotten to put it in the oven..." he mumbled.

"you let me eat a bad pie? you said it was soft because of the butter, i-"

"i'm so sorry! i didn't think much of it,"

"well, look at me now." you pointed to yourself, resting on that hard bed.

minutes later, the doctor left and you could feel charles tensing beside you.

"i'm not mad at you," you said.

"oh, thank god," he leaned back on his chair. "i am so sorry i didn't think anything would happen,"

"i could get salmonella," you butted in.

"(y/n)!" he whined. "i feel so bad, i'm sorry for ruining christmas,"

"you didn't ruin christmas," you shook your head slightly. "it's fine. you know what this means?" you raised an eyebrow, feeling drowsy.

"what?" he moved your hair away from your face.

"this adds a trillion points to your naughty count, that means i won," you smiled, closing your eyes as you were starting to fall asleep.

"you're an idiot," he shook his head as he chuckled.

"but i'm your idiot. and i won,"

"you won, mon amour," he confirmed. "i'll give you your prize soon, okay?" you just hummed in reply.

naughty count

charles: 3

(y/n): 2

nice count

charles: 23,473,458,316,234,790

(y/n): 0

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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announcement + christmas alphabet masterlist

i'm very happy to announce that i will be writing fics for this christmas alphabet prompt list! all throughout december! (and january if i don't finish this by the end of the month lmao.) if everything goes according to plan, i'll post fics from this list every day from monday to saturday, hopefully work on all your amazing requests and other wips and post those on sundays. or perhaps you'll get two fics in one day if i'm feeling inspired.

i already have a schedule about who i'm writing the prompts for, so please don't send asks or messages about who you'd like to read a certain prompt with.

i'll be using the #christmaslimerence so it's easier to track the posts!

masterlist is below the cut!

a - after dark: stars (george russell x reader) (dec. 1st)

b - baking: burnt (charles leclerc x reader) (dec. 2nd)

c - cold: scarf (lando norris x reader) (dec. 3rd)

d - date: third try (mick schumacher x reader) (dec. 4th)

e - evening dance: lover (pierre gasly x reader) (dec. 6th)

f - fireplace: fire (george russell x reader) (dec. 7th)

g - grateful: always (pierre gasly x reader) (dec. 8th)

h - hosting family: oh, baby (mick schumacher x reader) (dec. 9th)

i - invitation: ring pop (lando norris x singer!reader) (dec. 10th)

j - just in time: cruel (charles leclerc x reader) (dec. 11th)

k - kiss: first (pierre gasly x reader) (dec. 13th)

l - lights: ours (lando norris x reader) (dec. 14th)

m - mistletoe: the rules (lando norris x reader) (dec. 15th)

n - naughty or nice: naughty count (charles leclerc x reader) (dec. 16th)

o - opening presents: promise (mick schumacher x reader) (dec. 17th)

p - packaging: furry baby (mick schumacher x youtuber!reader) (dec. 18th)

q - question: today (mick schumacher x reader) (dec. 21st)

r - relaxing: here and now (lando norris x reader) (dec. 22nd)

s - snow: here and now (lando norris x reader) (dec. 22nd)

t - tree: foolproof (charles leclerc x actress!reader) (dec. 23rd)

u - undying love: romeo & juliet (mick schumacher x vettel!reader) (dec. 24th)

v - villa: santa's helper (george russell x reader) (dec. 25th)

w - wish: moonlight (prince!charles leclerc x reader) (dec. 28th)

x - excitement: mr. grinch (pierre gasly x reader) (dec. 29th)

y - you: see you later (mick schumacher x reader) (dec. 30th)

z - zzz: goodnight (charles leclerc x single mom! reader) (jan. 1st)

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