So, I am currently writing some requests and I love to add pictures/memes, cause I feel like they complete the vibe of the story. However, I kinda wanna change little!Leclerc‘s face claim aka. Maya Reficco. Maya is a super beautiful woman, however I think there are some girls more fitting for the fc. (Also, she resembles Alexandra a lot, which would be weird if Charles was married to a woman who looks like his little sister).
Anyways, I thought it would be good to let you guys decide and please let me know if you guys have any suggestions for a face claim. If anyone is wondering about Lilly Rose Depp, I thought it would be sweet if little!Leclerc had blonde hair like her Maman. Same goes for Ariana Grande, who thankfully had both blond and brown hair
Are you doing a little bit of drama for little!Leclerc?
I was thinking maybe the brothers are overdoing it at some point with their overprotectiveness and little!Leclerc is really upset/angry at them and just wants her peace (maybe hiding at her favourite place in Monaco?). But Carlos runs into her and does his “normal” teasing and annoying her, until he realises that she is actually upset and cheers her up and helps her hide from her brothers.
Maybe Carlos and little!Leclerc send Charles selfies with hints where they are and make him run around all over Monaco to teach them a lesson or something?
Hahaha, I absolutely love this one. Carlos x little!Leclerc is one of my favourite duos 💕
Little!Leclerc loved her brothers. She really did. But sometimes they were impossible. It had started with Charles insisting on walking her everywhere in the paddock. Then Arthur had started asking who she was texting. Lorenzo had joined in by questioning every plan she made. By the end of the week, she was done.
“I am nineteen!” she snapped after Charles asked where she was going for the third time that day. “We’re just looking out for you,” Charles argued. “I don’t need four bodyguards!” “There are only three of us.” “Pierre counts.” Pierre looked up from his phone. “Why am I involved?” Yn groaned and walked away.
A few hours later, she was sitting at her favorite spot in Monaco, tucked away where tourists never really went. It was quiet, peaceful, and most importantly, nowhere near her brothers. “Well, if it isn’t the missing Leclerc.” Yn looked up. Carlos. Of course. He dropped onto the bench beside her. “Charles has looked in approximately seventeen places.” “Good.” “I told him to check Italy.” A tiny smile appeared before she could stop it. Carlos noticed immediately. “There she is.” “I’m still annoyed.” “I can tell. You’re only glaring at me with one eye.” For a moment, neither spoke. Then Carlos looked at her properly. Not the fake angry face she usually made. Actually looked. “Oh.“ Yn frowned. “What?” “You’re really upset. The teasing disappeared from his voice completely. Yn sighed. “They won’t leave me alone. Every conversation turns into an interrogation. I know they care, but…” She looked down at her hands. “I just want some peace.” Carlos nodded. “That’s fair.” For some reason, hearing someone say that made her feel better immediately. “So,” Carlos said, standing up. “Want to make them suffer a little?” Yn blinked. “A little.”
Twenty minutes later, Charles received a selfie. Yn was grinning. Carlos was making a peace sign. In the background was a fountain. Charles immediately jumped up. “I know where they are!” He did not.
An hour later, he received another photo. This time they were eating ice cream. Arthur squinted. “Is that the harbor?” “No.” “Are you sure?” “No.” Three hours later, Charles had crossed half of Monaco. Pierre was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. (That little shit wasn’t helping Charles at all) Meanwhile, Yn and Carlos were sitting comfortably at a café, watching Charles’ increasingly desperate messages appear in the group chat.
WHERE ARE YOU?
Yn sent a selfie. Carlos had somehow acquired sunglasses. The location remained completely unhelpful. For the first time all week, Yn laughed until her stomach hurt. Carlos looked over at her and smiled. “Feeling better?” “Much.” “Good.” Across Monaco, Charles received another selfie and nearly threw his phone into the sea.
i’m new here, how did alexandra betray little!leclerc?
Uhhhhh, yeah, little!Leclerc nor Charles are happy with Alexandra…. Tbh, Yn always wanted an older sister and for Alex to betray her….
Anyways, a little drama never killed no lama
Yn should have known better than to trust someone like Alexandra (someone who loves to please Charles and can’t keep her mouth shut from him and sadly is her sister-in-law who broke her trust) She and Alexandra had spent the entire afternoon together, shopping, having lunch, and talking. And for once, Yn had actually shared something important.
“I’m meeting Ollie and Kimi tonight,” she admitted, unable to stop smiling. “Charles doesn’t know, so please don’t tell him.” Alex laughed. “Oh, he’s going to hate that.” “I know.” “I’m happy for you. And I promise I won’t tell Charles.” Yn believed her. That was the worst part.
When they said goodbye, Yn headed back into the city to do a little more shopping. Alex went home. Straight into the apartment she shared with Charles. He was sitting on the couch when she walked in. “Hey,” he said. “How was lunch?” Alex dropped her bag. “It was good. Yn’s meeting Ollie and Kimi tonight and she’s really excited and you can’t tell her I told you.”
Silence. Alex’s eyes widened. She had not meant to say that. At all. Charles slowly looked up. “What?” Immediately, regret hit her. “Charles, no.” “Alexandra” “Please don’t do anything.” “Where is she?” “Charles.” “Where. Is. My. Sister. You better tell me right now, Saint-Mleux.” Alex knew she’d messed up. Badly. Usually, Charles loved to call her a Leclerc, but if he chose to use her maiden-name, Alexandra truly knows she fucked up. “Please don’t tell her I told you.” But Charles was already grabbing his keys. The apartment door slammed behind him, leaving a stressed Alexandra in the living room.
Hours later, he came home. Alex was waiting. “Did you find her?” Charles ignored her completely and walked past. “Charles.” Nothing. “Charles, say something.” He finally stopped. “I can’t believe you wanted to keep that from me. She is my sister. Mine. You don’t get to decide what information I know or don’t know about her, no matter if you are my wife or not.” Then he disappeared into another room. Alex stood there feeling sick.
The next morning, she tried texting Yn. Nothing. Another message. Nothing. Then she realized. Blocked. Alex immediately called. To her surprise, Yn answered. “Yn-girl.” Silence. “Please talk to me.” More silence. “I’m so sorry.” Finally, Yn spoke. Her voice was cold. “Leave me the fuck alone.” “Yn-” “I trusted you with my secret. And the first thing you do is run to Charles and tell him.” Alex closed her eyes. “It was an accident.” “An accident my ass. You knew what you were doing and you still chose to betray me. What have I ever done to you?” “Yn, please.“ “No. You don’t get to act like the victim when you messed up.” The hurt in her voice was worse than if she’d shouted. “I don’t want to talk to a snitch. Don’t even expect me to show up at your stupid party next week.” Then the call ended.
Alex stared at her phone. For the first time, she realized just how badly she’d broken Yn’s trust. And that fixing it wasn’t going to be easy was impossible.
Kika‘s reaction when she finds out that Alexandra messed up (Kika can now happily be little!Leclercs older sister):
I’ve just read your rustappen being parents to kimi one-shot. I absolutely need something like this with Pierre, Ollie and Esteban. So Ollie goes to them for advice and maybe the frenchmen acting like typical divorced parents
Well, here is the Ollie version so many of you have been requesting
Kimi‘s Version
Ollie’s mistake was asking Pierre and Esteban for advice at the same time. They were sitting in the hospitality when Ollie casually looked up from his phone. “Question.“ Pierre and Esteban both turned. “Should I buy a girl I like a Cartier bracelet for her birthday?” Pierre immediately nodded. “Yes.” Esteban immediately shook his head. “No.” Ollie sighed.
This was why he’d come to them. The divorced-parent routine never disappointed.
“Why not?” Pierre asked. “Because it’s a Cartier bracelet.” “So?“ “So it’s expensive.” Pierre looked offended. “Maybe she’s worth it.” Esteban rolled his eyes. “Maybe she likes him and maybe she doesn’t. Imagine giving someone a Cartier bracelet and then having to awkwardly stand there while she opens it.” Pierre pointed dramatically. “That’s why confidence is important.” “No, that’s why common sense is important.“ Ollie listened carefully while the two Frenchmen argued.
Honestly, he wasn’t even sure they remembered he was there. Pierre was firmly on Team Buy-The-Bracelet. Esteban was firmly on Team Absolutely-Not. After ten minutes of debate, Ollie finally nodded.
“Okay.” Pierre looked victorious. “I knew it. Perfect. See?” Ollie looked back down at his phone. “Now I just need Yn’s wrist size.” Silence. Complete silence. Pierre blinked. Esteban blinked. Slowly, Pierre turned. “…Yn?” Ollie looked up. “Yeah.” Pierre sat there for a second. Then another. Then another. “Oh.”
The realization hit.
Not some random girl. Not some mysterious crush. Yn. Charles Yn. Pierre immediately switched sides. “No.” “What?” “No bracelet.” “You just said-” “I’ve changed my mind.” Esteban burst out laughing. “I told you.” Pierre ignored him. “No Cartier.” “Why?” “Too much.” “You said she was worth it.” “She is.” “Then-” “No.” Ollie stared at him.
Five minutes ago this man had practically been designing the gift box. Pierre stood up. “No jewelry.” “It’s just a bracelet.” “No.” “Pierre.” “No.” Esteban was crying with laughter by this point. “I told you it was too much.” “You didn’t even know it was Yn!” “I had a feeling.” “You did not.” “I did.” Ollie got to his feet, ignoring the squabbling frenchmen.
“I’m buying it.” Pierre nearly choked. “You’re WHAT?” “I’m buying it.” The second Ollie started walking away, Pierre followed him. “Ollie!” “It’s a nice bracelet!” “OLIVER!”
Meanwhile Esteban remained exactly where he was, watching Pierre chase the younger driver down the paddock. With complete satisfaction, he took a sip of his coffee. Then smiled. “I told you so.”
🔞 do you guys want some tiny crumbs of smut as well, or….🔞
YES, give me both Ollie and Kimi 💜❤️
YES, give me Ollie ❤️
YES, give me Kimi 💜
NO, call a priest ✝️
Remaining time: 2 hours 28 minutes
And with smut, I really don’t mean any heavy sex scenes. Just some….dirty foreplay?
Sorry for spamming, but I am bored AF and I can’t post all my new stories at the same time cause that’s weird and I had so many redbulls so please bear with me….
Ohhh what about yn taking care of ollie after monaco and kimi being pouty and jealous and so on
Oopppp🫢🤭
I honestly was rushing to write this asap because releasing this another time wouldn’t really fit. So please excuse any mistakes and enjoy
The Monaco paddock was split into two very different moods. On one side, Kimi had just won. On the other, Ollie was trying very hard not to think about his DNF. Yn found him sitting quietly near the hospitality area after the race. The second she spotted him, she walked straight over.
“There you are.” Ollie looked up and immediately smiled. “Hi.” Without hesitation, Yn wrapped her arms around him in a hug. “You drove brilliantly.” “I didn’t finish.” “I know.” She squeezed him tighter. “But you were brilliant anyway.” Ollie’s shoulders relaxed slightly. Yn pulled back just enough to cup his face. “You’ll come back stronger next race. I know you will.”
Then she kissed his cheek. A quick, affectionate little kiss. The kind that made Ollie’s brain completely stop working. His smile grew immediately.
Meanwhile, across the paddock, Kimi had just finished celebrating his victory when he looked over. And froze. Yn was still hugging Ollie. Ollie was looking entirely too pleased with himself. Then, to make matters worse, Ollie spotted Kimi. And smirked. The little menace actually smirked. Kimi narrowed his eyes. Ollie looked unbearably happy.
A media manager suddenly appeared beside Kimi. “We need you for interviews.” Kimi didn’t move. “Kimi?” His gaze remained fixed on Ollie. “Now, please.” With the biggest pout anyone had ever seen from a race winner, Kimi finally turned away. Ollie watched him leave and looked very satisfied with himself.
Yn blinked. “What are you smiling about?” “Nothing.” “Uh-huh.” Ollie just leaned into her side as she continued rambling about how proud she was of him. And for the first time since retiring from the race, he didn’t feel quite so disappointed anymore.
maybeeee you know the f1 couples spoiling little leclerc, like her being the most beloved third wheels for f1 couples, they be fighting on who gets to have her and sleepovers at thier house
Being Charles Leclerc’s little sister had one very unexpected side effect. Half the paddock had apparently decided to adopt her. Every race weekend was the same. The F1 couples practically fought over who got to steal Yn for the afternoon.
“She’s coming with us.” “No, she came with you last weekend.” “That’s not fair.” “Life isn’t fair.” Meanwhile, Yn would be standing there with a snack, watching grown adults argue over her like a custody battle.
Little!Leclerc loved staying with Alex and Lily because they always took her golfing. Oscar and Lily always bought her ice cream whenever she wanted, no matter how late it was. Max and Kelly were another favorite. Mostly because they had the sweetest pets and Yn could spend hours cuddling them while Kelly laughed and Max pretended he wasn’t taking photos. Carlos and Rebecca were equally dangerous. Carlos cooked whatever Yn wanted while Rebecca sat beside her afterward, braiding her hair and listening to her gossip. And Pierre and Kika? Well. It was Kika. That alone explained everything.
The only person who hated this arrangement was Charles. Every single time someone tried to take his sister somewhere, he looked personally offended. “She can stay with me.” “Charles,” Pierre sighed. “She’s my sister.” “She’s twenty feet away.” “Exactly.” The paddock had long accepted one simple fact. Yn might be everyone’s favorite third wheel. But she would always be Charles’ baby sister first. And Kimis and Ollie’s one true love
In your introduction i read that Pierre is like an older brother for little leclerc.
Does that mean that Kika is like her older sister? Cause I can see baby leclerc needing a trusted person who she can gossip with that isn’t married to her brothers or her mama. So Kika is like her keeper of her secrets and never tells anyone anything (not even pascale or alexandra)
Wait, I am in love with this. I love Kika being little!Leclercs older sister.
Yn was sitting cross-legged on her bed while Kika leaned against the headboard beside her. The room was quiet, comfortable, and exactly why Yn loved talking to her. “I swear, you’re the only person I can tell things to,” Yn said. Kika smiled. “I’m honored.” “I’m serious. If I tell you something, it stays with you.” “Unlike a certain someone?” Yn pointed at her immediately. “Exactly unlike Alexandra.” Kika laughed. “Poor Alex.” “No. I told her one tiny secret once and somehow Charles knew before I even got home.” “Okay, that’s fair. She is a wicked witch.” (There is no beef with Kika and Alexandra. However, Kika knows how much Alexandra betraying Yn hurt little!Leclerc)
A smile tugged at Kika’s lips. She secretly loved how much Yn trusted her. Ever since they’d met, she’d always felt protective of her, like a little sister she’d somehow accidentally adopted. “So,” Kika said, nudging her shoulder. “Tell me about Ollie and Kimi.” Yn groaned and dropped backward onto her pillows. “They’re both so sweet. Kimi always notices when something’s wrong. Even when I haven’t said anything.” Kika’s smile softened. “And Ollie?” she asked. Yn smiled into her pillow. “He’s just… really thoughtful. He remembers everything.” “That boy absolutely has a crush on you.” “Kika!” “He does. And Kimi does too.” Yn buried her face completely. Kika laughed. “You know, most girls would love having two cute racing drivers following them around.” “I’m never telling you anything again.” “Yes, you are.”
Outside the bedroom door, Charles, Pierre, Arthur, and Lorenzo were all standing with their ears pressed against the wood. “What are they saying?” Arthur whispered. “I can’t hear,” Pierre whispered back. Charles frowned. “Move over.” The second all four shifted closer, the door suddenly swung open. The boys stumbled forward in a pile.
Silence. Yn blinked. Kika blinked. Arthur was somehow lying on top of Pierre. “…Really?” Yn asked. Charles sat up and pointed at Arthur. “This was his idea.” “It was not!”
Your account so 😘🤌 can I please request something. Maybe little Leclerc having plans for the evening and her brothers don’t know what she will be doing. So Charles is kind of sacrifice Carlos to go talk to his baby sister and find out what she will be doing. Poor Carlos would mess up so bad and Leclerc sister would be so confused. Thank youuuuu💜💜💜💜
Charles had made a terrible mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake. From behind a large potted plant near the paddock café, he watched Carlos march toward his younger sister with all the confidence of a man walking to his execution. “Why did I agree to this?” Carlos muttered. “Because you’re the least suspicious,” Charles whispered. Carlos glanced back. “You are literally hiding behind a plant.” “Go.” Carlos sighed dramatically and continued toward Yn.
She was sitting alone at a café table, happily sipping a strawberry smoothie and scrolling through her phone. “Hi, Carlos,” she greeted when he sat down. “Hi.” For several seconds, neither spoke. Yn slowly lowered her phone. “You okay?” “Yep.” “…Okay.” Carlos immediately forgot everything Charles had told him to ask.
“So…” he started. “So?” Yn replied. “So…” She stared at him. Behind the plant, Charles buried his face in his hands. “Do you need something?” Yn finally asked. “No. Nope. Not at all.” “Then why are you sitting here looking terrified?” “I always look like this.” “You don’t.”
Carlos cleared his throat. “Do you have plans tonight?” Yn blinked. “Maybe.” “Maybe?” “Why?” “Just asking.” “Okay…” she said slowly. “You’re being weird.” Carlos panicked. “So Ollie and Kimi are nice.” Yn frowned. “…Are you asking me?” Carlos froze. Behind the plant, Charles slapped a hand over his forehead. “What?” Carlos said. “Are you asking me if Ollie and Kimi are nice?” “Maybe.” “Why?” “I ……don’t know.” “You don’t know?” Carlos wished a meteor would hit him.
Yn laughed and took another sip of her smoothie. “Carlos, this is the strangest conversation I’ve had all week. And I had a conversation with Liam about butter this morning.” “Fair.” Another awkward silence settled between them. Finally Carlos nodded several times. “Cool.” Yn waited. “Cool, cool, cool.” “…Carlos?” “Yep.” “What was that about?” Carlos stood so quickly his chair almost tipped over. “No idea.” “What?” “Anyway, enjoy your smoothie.” Before she could ask another question, he turned and speed-walked away. Yn watched him leave, completely confused.
Meanwhile, behind the plant, Charles stared in disbelief. “Well?” he hissed when Carlos reached him. Carlos shook his head. “I got nothing.” “You were supposed to find out her plans!” “I know.” “What happened?”Carlos looked back toward the café where Yn was still sitting there, baffled. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Imagine Kimi going to George and Max for advice on how to ask out a girl to a date. And they like give him the advise, not knowing he is talking about little Leclerc. And when Kimi goes like ‚okay I’ll ask Yn‘ George and Max look at him like that 😳😱🤯
Ooooh myyyy goooooddddd!!! I am obsessed !!!
Ollie’s Version
Kimi had spent the last twenty minutes pacing outside the drivers’ room trying to convince himself this was a bad idea. Unfortunately, there was literally nobody else he trusted enough to ask. Which was how he ended up pushing the door open and finding Max and George exactly where he expected them to be. Sitting together on the couch like two middle-aged dads reviewing race trauma.
“Mate, I’m telling you,” George said dramatically, “that corner hated me personally.” Max snorted. “No, your braking did.” Meanwhile, Kimi lingered awkwardly by the door, instantly regretting everything. George noticed first. “Why are you standing there like a Victorian child about to deliver terrible news?” Kimi blinked. “What?” “You look nervous,” Max translated, far less politely.
Kimi shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, rocking slightly on his feet. “I just wanted to ask something.” Now both of them looked concerned. “Okay…” George said carefully. Kimi hesitated for a second before mumbling, “How do you ask a girl out?” The room went quiet. Max actually looked offended by the question. “You came to us?” “Well, I couldn’t ask Carlos,” Kimi muttered. “That is actually fair,” George admitted.
Kimi looked genuinely stressed now, so the teasing softened immediately. George sat forward a little. “Alright, first of all be nice. Like properly nice, not weird nice.” “Bring flowers,” Max added seriously. “Girls love flowers.” “And plan the date,” George continued. “Don’t just say ‘wanna hang out.’ That’s terrifying.” “Also shower,” Max said. George stared at him. “That should be obvious.” “You’d think so.”
Kimi laughed quietly, finally relaxing a bit while they kept throwing advice at him like concerned older brothers. Open doors, don’t talk too much about racing, always listen carefully to what she is saying, etc. After another few minutes of advise, he started backing toward the door before pausing. “Thanks, guys. I just really hope Yn says yes.” And then he walked out, looking much happier than when he came in.
The door clicked shut. George and Max slowly turned to look at each other. “…Yn?” George repeated carefully. Max looked like he’d just watched a car crash happen in slow motion. “Yn Leclerc?” he asked. Charles Leclerc’s little sister entire world and universe. George’s eyes widened immediately. “Oh, he’s dead.” Max dropped his head into his hands. “Charles is going to kill him. Publicly.” George was already standing up. “No, no, I have to stop this before it becomes a paddock incident.”
He hurried out of the room. “KIMI, WAIT-” Meanwhile Max stayed exactly where he was, staring into the distance. “This is how wars begin,” he muttered to himself.
I have this idea in my head of dumb and dumber (kimi and Ollie) playing paddle and little leclerc is there as well. So she kind of is the support and they would constantly check on her and treater like a goddess despite being in an intense paddle game
Wait this is sooo cute!!!
Like Kimi and Ollie want to actually play padel but they also want little!Leclerc there. They know that she is not the biggest fan of playing padel (after Arthur accidentally hit her with a ball on the forehead) so they know how to convince her. „-and think about all, the cute outfits you can wear for us, darling“ Ollie told her the night before, little!Leclerc sitting in the middle while Kimi is nodding enthusiastically next to her. And who is she to decline the opportunity to show of a cutesy outfit?!
So there she is the next morning, sitting prettily on the bench, sipping the mango-strawberry smoothie Kimi made for while taking sweet selfies for her Instagram. Ollie and Kimi would play a hard match, however, they used every opportunity to admire little!Leclerc from afar. After another few rounds, they would be skipping over to her, preening under her sweet complements about „how amazing you backhand is, Ollie-Bear“ and „you hit the ball so hard, Kimi. I was worried it would fly through the wall.“ So yes, a padel date with little!Leclerc is a dream come true.
✨Meanwhile across the padel court: ✨
„Should we tell Charles that his sister is having another date with Kimi and Ollie again?“ asked Alex, throwing a look over his shoulder towards and unbothered Oscar. After a moment of quiet, Oscar squinted his eyes to look at the trio again before answering Alex, „Nah, let’s see how long Charles takes to find out the truth.“
Kimi and Ollie taking Yn shopping, spoiling her and giving her the princess treatment when all of the sudden pictures of them are taken. And Charles Atome is probably loosing his mind!! What do you mean his precious baby sister is out there shopping but not with his money and surrounded by stupid boys?!
Ohhh i absolutely love this!!!
Imagine strolling through Paris with Kimi and Ollie following like two love-sick boys after little!Leclerc while she just carries her iced coffee and her cutesy handbag. (Walk em like a dog, sis). They boys would be carrying all the shopping bags, making sure to slow down their steps so Yn could walk comfortably before them. hey would be grinning and nodding excitedly when little!Leclerc suggests going into another store or restaurant.
Inside the new store,the boys would be eager to wait for you outside the fitting room, complimenting you the moment you walk outside to show them the new clothes. Kimi would be the first one on his feet, looking at you like you were the most stunning person on earth. Meanwhile, Ollie would take 1000 of pictures of you, directing little!Leclerc like he is a professional photographer while praising you to the moon and back. When it comes to paying for your new clothes, Ollie and Kimi would be fighting about who gets to pay. Meanwhile, you would be standing behind them, sipping your drink and giving the shocked cashier a sweet smile.
Back in Monaco, Charles at home would look at his phone like it was a ticking bomb, photos of you, Kimi and Ollie still open on his Instagram page. He couldn’t comprehend what he was currently looking at. What do you mean his precious baby sister was out there with not only one but two boys? And going shopping with them?! Which is unacceptable, because that would mean that you weren’t using Charles credit card but theirs! Why didn’t you want to go shopping with Charles? Don’t you love him anymore?! Oh God, Charles needed to lay down. There was only one thing he could do. „Carlos, its me, Charles. So, about this favour you still own me. I need you to crash into someone for me next race weekend…“
Yn Pascale Antoinette Leclerc is, without question, the definition of a sweetheart. As the youngest Leclerc sibling, she grew up surrounded by love, laughter, and three impossibly overprotective older brothers who would do absolutely anything for her.
While Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo spent their childhood racing around karting tracks, Yn often stayed with her grandmother in Monaco. It was there, at only three years old, that her love for fashion quietly began to bloom. What started as tiny sketches on scraps of paper and clumsy little stitches on old fabric soon turned into something far bigger. Before anyone truly realized it, Yn had already decided that one day she would become one of Monaco’s greatest fashion designers.
And naturally, her brothers supported her every step of the way.
Whether it meant modeling her newest designs without complaint or funding yet another creative idea, the Leclerc brothers never hesitated when it came to their little sister. In their eyes, Yn deserved the world and maybe even more than that.
Of course, their protectiveness came with endless reminders.
“All boys have cooties, don’t forget that, chérie.” - Charles
“Please, boys are stupid anyway.” - Arthur
“There’s nothing wrong with being independent and single. You’ll always have us, after all.” - Lorenzo
If Yn ever casually mentioned wanting something, chances were her brothers had already bought it before she even finished speaking.
“Oh, you need a new sewing machine? Let’s rent you a studio with everything you could possibly need.”
“You’re hungry after school? Fine. Let’s fly to Italy for proper pasta, chérie.”
Their mother constantly reminded them not to spoil her too much, though none of them ever listened. How could they? Yn was the sweetest person any of them had ever known.
What nobody expected, however, was the chaos that began the moment eighteen-year-old Yn attended her very first Grand Prix.
That was when Ollie and Kimi completely fell for her.
The crushes started innocently enough, carrying her bags, following her around the paddock like devoted puppies, constantly trying to make her laugh. Compliments seemed to fall from their mouths every few seconds whenever she was near. And Yn, sweet and oblivious as ever, remained entirely unaware of the obvious feelings the Mercedes and Haas drivers had for her.
To her, they were simply friends.
Pierre had always treated Yn like a younger sister as well, thanks to his close friendship with Charles. He proudly spoiled her whenever he had the chance, even gifting her first Chanel bag for her fifteenth birthday.
The rest of the paddock practically watched Yn grow up alongside them.
Lando behaved like the irritating older cousin who never stopped teasing her. George and Alex were endlessly supportive, always encouraging her dreams. Carlos loved annoying her simply for entertainment, though he cared for her deeply all the same. Oscar, calm and patient as always, quietly went along with almost anything Yn wanted.
Truthfully, Yn Leclerc was adored by nearly everyone who met her.
But if anyone believed they loved Yn the most, they should remember one thing: No one could ever love her more than her brothers.
…Except perhaps Ollie and Kimi, who were certainly trying.
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