Hey after seeing all the pictures from lorenzo's wedding i was wondering if you could please write something about charles leclerc getting married to his childhood best friend
charles leclerc x !best friend fiance reader
yn and charles have been inseparable since they were five years old. they've been through it all together—career highs and lows, heartbreak, and even the devastating loss of charles' father. through every chapter, yn was by his side, and she always will be. she’s been an honorary leclerc her whole life… so why not make it official?
fc : no official face claim just randomly girlies from pinterest.
(a/n) : the pictures from their ceremony are so effing cute. i love the leclerc fam so much.
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yn_ln : trip with my girlies before the big day ♡
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georgerussell63 : the guys trip was not this organized or aesthetic. thanks for making us look bad, ladies.
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↳ yn_ln : i knew when arthur was planning it that it would not be.
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↳ arthur_leclerc : yn do you not love me anymore??
↳ yn_ln : i love you more than i love most things but you are not organized arthurrrr
↳ arthur_leclerc : i pulled it off, no?
↳ yn_ln : that i will not comment on
↳ yn_ln : all i'm saying is i'd rather have kika and carmen planning than arthur and lando
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charles_leclerc : hope you had the best time, mon ange. now come home to meeeeee
↳ arthur_leclerc : by the second day of the trip he was complaining that you weren't there and when i explained that was the purpose, he immediately wanted to go home.
↳ yn_ln : aw charlieee. be home soon:)
iamrebeccad : the best trip for the most beautiful bride. i love you!
↳ yn_ln : love you more becs
charlotte2304 : my beautiful sister in law! can't wait for the big day!!
↳ yn_ln : the best sister in law evaaa. love youuuu
leclerc_pascale : all my beautiful girls 🥹
↳ yn_ln : je t'aime maman<3
The sky looked like a watercolor painting—soft streaks of pink and lavender melting into the horizon as the sun dipped into the sea. I swirled the last of my rosé in the glass, letting the breeze from the Capri coast brush against my skin as the girls laughed around me.
Kika was crying from laughter at something Rebecca had said under her breath, her head resting against her shoulder like she couldn’t breathe. Carmen was locked in an intense internal war between ordering another glass of prosecco or getting the three-tier cake plate we’d all been side-eyeing since we sat down. And Charlotte? Charlotte had her camera out again, zooming in on Carmen’s face like she was capturing a historic moment.
“If you post that photo of me mid-bite, I will literally throw your lens into the sea,” Carmen muttered without looking up.
Charlotte barely blinked. “You think I won’t dive in after it?”
“You’re unwell,” Carmen said.
“I’m an artist,” Charlotte corrected.
“You’re annoying,” Carmen shot back, but she was smiling.
I leaned back in my chair and just watched them—all of them. My girls. My family. The kind of women who show up for you in every way that matters. I knew I was supposed to be the bride, the one everyone was celebrating, but right now? I just felt like the luckiest friend in the world.
“This is surreal,” I said, mostly to myself, but Rebecca turned toward me instantly.
I took a breath. “All of this. I remember being fifteen, curled up on the couch with Pascale, watching wedding shows and swearing I’d never cry at my own. I didn’t think I was the type. But now…” I paused, looking down at my lap before glancing back up at them. “Now I think I might cry the whole damn day.”
Kika reached across the table and took my hand. “I’ll cry with you.”
“I’ll cry louder,” Carmen added, dramatic as ever.
“I’ll film it,” Charlotte said, unrepentant.
Rebecca laughed. “I’ll bring tissues and tequila. We all have our roles.”
I felt the tears coming then—because of course they were. “You all mean so much to me,” I whispered. “I know people love to joke about the WAG clique or whatever, but you’re more than that. You’re my best friends. You’re my sisters. I wouldn’t be the woman I am right now—this happy, this in love, this ready—without you.”
There was a pause, and then Carmen stood up, lifting her wine glass. “To YN. The first bride I’ve ever seen not lose her mind over flower arrangements.”
“To YN,” they echoed, glasses clinking.
“To forever,” Rebecca said.
Charlotte raised her camera. “To one hell of a wedding."
I wiped my eyes with the edge of my napkin, laughing as I cried.
“To everything,” I whispered.
And in that moment, with the sunset melting behind them and laughter echoing through the warm Capri air, I knew: I was ready for forever. And I wasn’t walking into it alone.
I hadn’t even made it through the front door before I heard his footsteps.
“Amour?” Charles’ voice echoed through the hallway—hopeful, a little breathless.
I barely dropped my suitcase before I saw him. He was barefoot, in sweatpants and the old hoodie I’d stolen a thousand times, standing in the middle of the hallway like he wasn’t sure if he should run or wait for me to. His hair was messy, eyes soft, and I felt something in me melt.
“You’re really back?” he asked, voice just above a whisper.
I dropped everything and walked straight into his arms. He caught me like he always did—effortlessly, instinctively, like his arms were made for this exact moment. I tucked my face into the curve of his neck.
“I missed you,” I whispered into his skin.
“I was going insane,” he murmured, pulling me tighter. “Arthur told me to get a grip. Even Lorenzo said I was being dramatic.”
I laughed into his shoulder. “You were being dramatic. You FaceTimed me during dinner with Kika and Rebecca to ask where your favorite charger was.”
“Because you always pack it,” he defended, and I could feel his smile against my temple. “You pack everything right. And nothing felt right without you here.”
I leaned back just enough to look up at him. His hands settled on my waist, grounding me.
“You know what’s crazy?” I asked softly.
“I had the most amazing trip. The girls were perfect. The food? Outrageous. And the views—Capri at sunset is unreal.” I paused, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie. “But none of it felt like home. Not really. Not like this. Not like you.”
His eyes searched mine for a long, quiet moment.
“I’ve loved you since we were kids,” he said, voice raw now, no teasing left. “But somehow I keep loving you more in moments like this. When it’s simple. When it’s just us, standing in a hallway, and it hits me that I get to spend the rest of my life coming home to you.”
I blinked against the tears building in my eyes. “You’re going to make me cry before I’ve even taken my shoes off.”
“Let’s sit,” he said gently, taking my hand.
He led me to the couch, and we curled up together in that quiet way only people who know each other down to their bones can. My legs over his. His thumb tracing lazy circles on my arm. The TV played something neither of us were watching. The world felt hushed. Soft.
“I kept thinking,” he said suddenly, voice low, “how funny it is that everyone calls you an honorary Leclerc.”
“But you’ve always been more than that,” he continued. “Even before I put a ring on your finger, before any of this… you were mine. In every way that matters.”
“I know,” I said quietly.
He looked down at me, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
“Soon, it’ll be official. But to me, you’ve always been family. You’ve always been the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I reached for his hand and laced our fingers together, pressing my forehead to his.
“Then let’s never do life apart,” I whispered. “Not for a trip. Not for a second. Not ever.”
He kissed me then—slow, sweet, like we had all the time in the world. And for the first time since I left for that trip, I didn’t feel like something was missing anymore. I was home.
I found Pascale in the garden, exactly where I knew she’d be. The sun was beginning to set, painting soft gold across the stone paths and the overgrown lavender that lined them. She was seated at the old table, her reading glasses low on her nose, a notebook open beside a half-finished glass of white wine. She looked up and smiled when she saw me. That smile—the one that made me feel like a daughter long before anyone called me one out loud.
“Ma chérie,” she said softly, patting the seat beside her. “Come sit.”
I didn’t hesitate. I curled into the chair next to her, tugging my sweater a little tighter around me as the breeze picked up.
“Almost time,” she said, glancing sideways at me.
“Three days,” I nodded. “Three days and I marry your son.”
She reached out and took my hand in both of hers.
“You’ve been part of this family since you were five years old,” Pascale said, voice thick with warmth. “And in all that time, I’ve never seen Charles look at anyone the way he looks at you. Not once.”
I felt the tears rush to the back of my throat without warning. I blinked quickly, trying to keep them at bay. “You know,” I whispered, “I used to sit on this bench with you and pretend we were talking about my wedding. Like it wasn’t a dream.”
She smiled, her thumb brushing gently over my knuckles.
“It was never a dream, YN. It was always going to be you. Even when Charles didn’t realize it, I did.”
I turned to her, eyes glassy. “You’ve loved me like your own. Always. I never thanked you for that properly.”
“You never had to,” she said simply. “You’re my girl. My daughter. Paper or rings won’t change that.”
A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it. Pascale reached over and wiped it away gently.
“I know your mother would be so proud of you,” she added, her voice soft and steady. “But if it means anything… I’m proud of you too. And I’m so honored to stand beside you on this day. To watch you walk toward this life you’ve built with him.”
I couldn’t speak. I just reached out and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly as she held me right back. We stayed like that for a while. Quiet. Tangled in love that didn’t need explanation.
When I pulled back, Pascale laughed softly, brushing my hair behind my ear. “I hope you’re not planning on wearing makeup during the ceremony.”
“Not if you keep saying things like that,” I sniffled.
She smiled and stood, picking up her glass.
“Come,” she said, offering me her hand. “Let’s make dinner. You’ll need to eat something that isn’t cake soon.”
I took her hand. Three days from now, I’d marry the love of my life. But in this moment, I just stood barefoot in a garden with the woman who had helped raise him, and somehow, raised me too. And I felt whole.
I found Arthur sitting on the kitchen floor. Not the couch. Not the armchair. The floor—legs stretched out, back against the cabinet, a banana in one hand and an unopened water bottle in the other like he was debating which one to commit to first.
He looked up when I walked in and gave me a dramatic sigh. “I’m emotionally unwell.”
I blinked. “Did something happen?”
He pointed the banana at me like it was a weapon. “You’re getting married. That’s what happened.”
I laughed, walking over and sliding down beside him on the tile. “You knew this was coming. You've helped plan half of it.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, taking a bite. “Doesn’t mean I’m ready to let go of my childhood best friend just yet.”
The words were said half-jokingly, but the way his eyes didn’t meet mine told me he meant it more than he wanted to admit.
I nudged his shoulder with mine. “You’re not losing me, Arthur.”
“You say that now,” he mumbled. “But soon you’ll be a married woman. You’ll move into some big house with Charles and have like… four children and a vineyard and I’ll just be some weird uncle who shows up with bad gifts and stories no one believes.”
I grinned. “First of all, you already bring bad gifts. Second, you’re going to be the godfather to every single one of those hypothetical children, so good luck escaping.”
He gave me a soft, crooked smile but didn’t say anything. The silence stretched for a moment. Then, without looking at me, he spoke again.
“You’ve always been there,” he said quietly. “Since we were kids. I don’t have many memories that don’t include you. You made our family feel full after everything with papa. You made it feel… okay again.”
That ache hit me right in the chest.
“I never said thank you for that,” he added.
I swallowed hard. “You never needed to. I needed you all just as much. Maybe more.”
Arthur set the banana down, clearly abandoning it entirely, and finally turned to face me. “You’re going to be a Leclerc in name soon, but you’ve always been one in every way that matters. You were my sister long before Charles finally realized he was in love with you.”
I let out a teary laugh. “God, don’t remind me how long that took.”
He smiled, eyes a little glassy now.
“I’m really happy for you,” he said softly. “But just know… you ever need a break from the fairytale? I’ll be here. On this floor. With a banana.”
I reached over and hugged him—tight, like we were kids again, like the version of us who used to sit side by side on the stairs during family dinners when the grown-ups talked too long. He hugged me back just as tight.
“I love you, Art,” I said into his hoodie.
“Love you too,” he said, clearing his throat and pulling back before it could get too emotional. “Now go before I start crying and ruin my street cred.”
“Arthur, you cried during a Paddington commercial last week.”
“Okay, but he hugged a stranger, YN. What do you want from me?!”
I stood, laughing, and reached down to help him up. He took my hand and pulled himself to his feet dramatically.
“Two more days,” he said, brushing imaginary dust off his sweatpants. “And then you become my sister-in-law legally. Can’t wait to see how you try to boss me around with a fancy new title.”
I grinned. “Oh, sweet boy. I’ve always bossed you around.”
He rolled his eyes and slung his arm around my shoulders as we walked out of the kitchen. And in that moment, my heart felt so full it could’ve burst. I wasn’t just marrying the love of my life—I was marrying into a family that had always, always been mine.
The house was quiet. Most of the guests had gone to bed, the soft murmur of laughter and music now just a memory echoing through the halls. The air was thick with anticipation—tomorrow lived in every breath, every heartbeat, every glance Charles and I stole across the room during dinner.
I found him out on the balcony, just past midnight, leaning on the railing and looking up at the stars. He must’ve heard me step out because he turned before I said anything. For a moment, neither of us spoke. He just looked at me, like he was memorizing me.
“You okay?” I asked softly, walking toward him.
He nodded slowly. “Yeah. I just… couldn’t sleep.”
I slipped into his arms, and he held me like he wasn’t ready to let go. I buried my face into the curve of his neck, breathing him in—warm skin, clean cologne, and something so undeniably Charles it made my chest ache.
“I keep thinking about us as kids,” he murmured. “How we’d sneak off during family dinners and you’d steal my dessert and I’d swear I hated you.”
“You did hate me,” I teased gently, voice muffled against him.
He smiled. “No. I think I loved you even then. I just didn’t know what to do with it.”
I pulled back just enough to look at him. His eyes were soft, but shining. A storm of emotion swirled behind them—joy, fear, nostalgia, all colliding under the weight of what tomorrow meant.
“Charles,” I whispered, taking his hand and pressing it to my chest, “can you feel how fast it’s beating?”
“I’m not scared,” I said. “Not of marrying you. Not of forever. But it’s all… so much. I think my heart might burst.”
He exhaled slowly, his forehead resting against mine.
“I spent so long dreaming about this,” he said. “About you. About waking up and rolling over and you being there, every day. No race, no podium, no win has ever meant as much as you saying ‘yes.’”
Tears welled in my eyes, threatening to spill.
“I know tomorrow will be beautiful,” he continued, his voice thick now, “but this… right now, this quiet moment with just you? It’s perfect.”
I wrapped my arms around him again, tighter this time, like I could freeze us in place.
“We’re going to be okay, right?” I whispered.
He pulled back just enough to cup my face, brushing away a tear with his thumb.
“Better than okay,” he promised. “We’ve already been through so much—loss, distance, change… and we always found our way back to each other. This is the easy part now.”
“You really think marriage is the easy part?” I laughed tearfully.
“With you? Yeah,” he said. “Even on the hard days, I’ll choose you. Every time.”
I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes.
“I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”
“I know,” he murmured. “But tradition says—”
He smiled. “Just one more night. Then no one gets to separate us again.”
I opened my eyes to meet his. “You promise?”
He nodded, pulling me close again. “I promise you everything.”
A long silence passed between us. Not empty—just full. Full of years of love and laughter and growing up side by side. Full of everything we never said but always felt.
Eventually, I stepped back, tears slipping down my cheeks. “Okay. Go. Before I beg you to stay.”
Charles hesitated, then gently kissed my forehead. “I love you,” he whispered. “I’ll be waiting at the end of that aisle.”
“And I’ll run to you,” I whispered back. “Always.”
He held my gaze for one more heartbeat, then turned and disappeared down the hallway, leaving me with nothing but the soft scent of him and the echo of his promise. And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t afraid of tomorrow. Because I knew who was waiting for me at the end of it.
The morning sun poured through the windows, catching flecks of champagne bubbles in the air, soft music floating from the speaker in the corner. The suite smelled like roses and perfume and hairspray. It was quiet and chaotic all at once—curlers heating, dresses steaming, someone laughing in the bathroom, someone else crying over the flower arrangements for the third time. I sat in the middle of it all, wrapped in a white satin robe with “bride” stitched across the back, feet tucked under me on the couch as Carmen tried to fix the pin in her hair for the fifth time.
“Why does it look better when Kika does it?” she groaned, handing the bobby pins over dramatically.
“Because Kika is a witch,” Rebecca said, lounging on the bed with a pastry and absolutely no concern for the crumbs falling onto her dress bag. “A fashionable, magical witch.”
Kika curtsied from the vanity, her own hair in perfect curls already. “Guilty.”
Charlotte sat beside me, camera in hand as always, snapping soft little candids of everyone—Carmen’s furrowed brow, Rebecca’s laugh mid-bite, the way Kika’s hand rested gently on my shoulder as she walked by. I knew, years from now, I’d look back on these and cry.
“I still don’t feel like this is real,” I whispered, staring at my hands in my lap.
Charlotte looked up. “Want me to pinch you?”
“No,” I smiled. “I want to freeze this. All of it.”
Rebecca crawled across the bed and plopped beside me, stealing my mimosa. “You nervous?”
I hesitated. “I thought I would be. But I’m not, really. I just… feel full. Like everything’s exactly where it’s supposed to be.”
There was a collective “aww” and then Kika pulled me up to my feet. “Good. Because it’s time.”
“Time for what?” I blinked.
She reached behind one of the garment bags and pulled out the box. My dress. The room fell still. It was like the world shifted slightly in that moment. Like we all knew this was the beginning of something we’d never forget.
“Let’s get you into it,” Charlotte said, setting her camera down and standing.
They helped me into the gown slowly, carefully—hands buttoning, zipping, smoothing fabric and whispering reassurances. It was quiet again, but not empty. It was reverent. Holy, almost. And when I finally turned to the mirror, fully dressed, veil delicately pinned, the girls all behind me like an ethereal little army—I gasped. Not because I looked beautiful. But because I looked ready.
Rebecca reached for my hand, tears in her eyes. “He’s going to fall apart.”
“He already did when he saw her in sweatpants last week,” Carmen teased.
We all laughed, even as we cried.
“You’ve always been a Leclerc,” Kika said softly, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Now it’s just official.”
And I stood there, surrounded by the women who had seen every version of me—the nervous wreck, the lovesick fool, the ride-or-die friend—and I knew I was the luckiest girl in the world. Because before I walked down the aisle, I got to walk through life with them.
The room had gone quiet again after the girls left. It was just me now. Me, my breath, the faint music wafting in from the ceremony space, and the weight of everything this moment held. I stood by the window, hands resting gently on my stomach, gown cascading like a dream around me. I felt… still. Not nervous. Just full. With love, with joy, with memory. There was a soft knock.
“Come in,” I called, turning toward the door.
It creaked open slowly—Arthur peeked his head in first, hair slightly tousled from running his hand through it a million times. “Hey,” he whispered, like anything louder would shatter the moment.
Behind him, Pascale stepped in slowly, hands to her chest as soon as she saw me.
“Oh…” Her voice cracked instantly.
Arthur let out a shaky laugh. “You look like something out of a fairytale. Charles is going to faint.”
I smiled, blinking back the tears that started to sting my eyes again. “You think?”
“Definitely,” he said, coming closer. “I almost just did and I’m not even in love with you.”
Pascale reached me next. She didn’t say anything right away—just reached up and cradled my face like she had since I was a little girl. Her thumb swept gently under my eye.
“My beautiful girl,” she said, voice thick. “You take my breath away.”
I leaned into her touch, feeling like I was five again, sitting on her kitchen counter eating cookies while she told me stories about Charles as a baby.
“You sure you’re ready to be really part of this family?” she teased softly.
“I always have been,” I whispered.
She nodded, tears brimming. “Yes. You always have.”
Arthur stepped up beside her, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve like he was pretending not to be crying. “We’re supposed to escort you,” he said lightly. “Make sure you don’t run away.”
I smiled and held out my arms. “Guess I’m in good hands, then.”
They each took one—Pascale on my left, Arthur on my right. We started walking slowly, out of the bridal suite and down the quiet hallway that led to the garden, where the music had changed. I recognized the song instantly—it was the one Charles always hummed when he cooked. My heart tightened.
“Before we go out there,” Arthur whispered, “just… know that we love you. Deeply. Always have.”
Pascale nodded. “And this isn’t the beginning of something. It’s just the continuation of the love we’ve always shared.”
I stopped just before the final turn, where the aisle would appear, and turned to look at both of them.
“You two are my home,” I said softly. “I don’t know how I got this lucky, but I promise I’ll carry you both with me—every step, every day.”
Arthur kissed the side of my head, and Pascale rested her forehead against mine for a second, breathing me in like she was trying to hold onto this forever. And then the doors opened. The music swelled. And with the mother who raised me and the brother who always protected me, I walked toward the love of my life—toward forever.
The world fell away the moment I saw him. There could’ve been hundreds of people in the crowd, soft music playing, petals scattered like whispers on the aisle—but all I could see was Charles.
He stood at the end of the aisle like he’d been waiting for me his whole life. Like he’d known I was coming, even when we were just kids fighting over the last cookie at dinner or stealing glances during teenage summers. His suit was sharp, dark, and perfect, but it was his expression that brought me to the edge of tears—eyes already shining, mouth trembling with a smile that looked just as overwhelmed as mine. Arthur squeezed my hand gently on my right, Pascale’s on my left. I could feel both of them holding me steady, grounding me.
“You’ve got this,” Arthur whispered, smiling at me with that mix of mischief and protectiveness he always carried. “Go get your boy.”
I laughed through a tear as we began the walk. Slowly, deliberately. Every step forward was a step closer to a new chapter, a new name—but the same love that had been growing quietly, fiercely, for years. Charles didn’t take his eyes off me, not for a second. When I reached him, Arthur and Pascale each kissed my cheek—Arthur pretending to wipe sweat off his brow like he’d just run a marathon. Pascale whispered, “I love you,” and passed my hand to Charles with a reverence that shattered something in me. His hand closed around mine. Warm. Sure. Trembling just a little.
“Hi,” I breathed, trying not to cry.
He smiled. “Hi, mon amour.”
The officiant spoke, but the words were a blur. Something about family, about commitment, about love being a choice every day. I nodded along, clutched Charles’ hand tighter, and took in every inch of him. The way his thumb brushed mine. The single tear that slipped down his cheek. The way his chest rose and fell like he was trying to memorize the moment just like I was. Then came the vows. He insisted on going first.
Charles pulled a slightly crumpled paper from his pocket and chuckled. “I tried to write this so many times,” he began, voice thick with emotion. “And every time I did, it felt too small. Nothing I write could ever match what you are to me.”
I squeezed his hand and felt a sob building in my throat.
“You’ve been part of my life for so long,” he continued, eyes never leaving mine. “My constant, my anchor, my chaos, my calm. I’ve loved you in every way two people can love each other—quietly, loudly, stubbornly, patiently.”
He paused, took a breath. “You held my hand when I lost my father. You kept our family together when we didn’t know how to keep going. And somewhere in all of that… I realized I couldn’t imagine a world where I didn’t get to come home to you.”
Tears streamed down my cheeks.
“I promise to never stop choosing you,” he whispered. “Even when life is loud and messy and we’re both exhausted. I will love you in every language, in every season, for the rest of my life.”
He folded the paper with shaking fingers and exhaled, eyes still full of wonder and love. My turn. I had my vows written too—neatly typed, with little notes in the margins. But I didn’t reach for them.
Instead, I looked at him—my best friend, my heart, my Charles—and let it pour out of me.
“You’ve been in every chapter of my life,” I began softly. “Even when we didn’t know what we were to each other. You’ve made me laugh when I thought I forgot how. You’ve believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.”
I reached up and gently wiped a tear from his cheek.
“You make everything feel like home. I promise to carry your heart as gently as I can, to fight for us when it’s hard, and to never let you forget how loved you are—not just by me, but by everyone who knows you.”
His hand trembled in mine. I knew mine did too.
“I promise to dance in the kitchen with you, to cheer you on, to grow old with you… and to love you more every single day, even when we’re eighty and bickering about grocery lists.”
He laughed through a tear.
“I love you,” I whispered. “I’ve always loved you.”
We exchanged rings, hands shaking but certain. And then—
“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
“You may kiss the bride.”
And Charles did—he stepped forward like he’d been holding back an entire lifetime just for this moment, cupping my face and pressing his lips to mine with such care and sweetness that the world around us burst into cheers and clapping, but all I could hear was the sound of his breath mixing with mine. When we pulled apart, forehead to forehead, he whispered
And I choked out a laugh-sob.
As we turned to walk back down the aisle—his hand wrapped tightly around mine, the future shining bright ahead of us—This was the beginning of everything. And I had never felt more whole.
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yn_leclerc : married my best friend. my heart is so full it could burst. forever starts now 🤍
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charles_leclerc: my wife. my everything. forever 🤍
arthur_leclerc: still crying. you were the most beautiful bride (but i still looked pretty good too, not gonna lie)
leclerc_pascale : Mon ange. My heart is so full. Bienvenue officiellement, ma fille. 💍
pierregasly: i told charles not to cry too much and then cried harder than him. what a day
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carmenmmundt: brb sobbing. happiest day for the happiest couple ❤️
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georgerussell63: everything about this day was perfection. congratulations, you two 🥂
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charles_leclerc : Mr. and Mrs. Leclerc has a nice ring to it. Love you forever, Mon Ange.
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arthur_leclerc: still recovering from how hard i cried. love you both sm. (be prepared to cry at my post btw)
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yn_leclerc : it’s the “forever” for me. i love you so much, mon amour 🤍
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leclerc_pascale : My heart is complete. The most perfect day for the most perfect couple 🕊️
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carlossainz55 : never thought i’d cry at a wedding. and yet here we are.
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lando : don’t mess this up, leclerc. she’s out of your league 🤣❤️
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lilymhe : this post just made me believe in love again ngl
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↳ alexalbon : um hello????
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↳ alexalbon : congratulations guys!! love you
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lorenzotl : took you long enough, brother! love you dearly, yn. so happy to have you 'officially' part of the family.
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arthur_leclerc : Watching my brother marry his best friend was one of the most beautiful moments of my life. Seeing them so deeply in love, so sure of each other—it reminded me that true love is patient, kind, and worth every moment. I’m so proud to call them family, and even prouder of the woman who’s been part of our story since the beginning. Here’s to forever, Mr. & Mrs. Leclerc. You inspire me more than you know.
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yn_leclerc : oh im crying again. you’ve always been my rock, arthur. thank you for being part of our forever 🤍love you to the moon and back little brother <3
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leclerc_pascale : Mon cœur, your words brought tears to my eyes. So proud of the man you’ve become.
charles_leclerc : we’ve been through so much together—and now this. wouldn’t have wanted anyone else by our side.
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alexalbon: brother goals right here. 💙
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