#little!leclerc

[isabelle-leclerc]

How about Kimi telling drunkly to Lewis that yn is his wife and then Lewis telling Charles

Yes, Lewis is a gossip girl. Just like the rest of us!

The entire thing started because Kimi could not hold his alcohol. Lewis discovered this halfway through a paddock party.

Kimi was sitting on a sofa, drink in hand, looking unusually pleased with himself. “You alright?” Lewis asked, dropping into the seat beside him. Kimi nodded solemnly. “Yep.” A pause. Then: “My wife is really pretty.” Lewis blinked. “Your what?” “My wife.”

Lewis immediately knew there was no wife. Mostly because Kimi was nineteen and spectacularly single. (And in love with a certain Leclerc sister) Still, he was curious. “Who’s your wife, then?” Kimi smiled dreamily. “Yn.” Lewis had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself laughing. “Yn Leclerc?” “Obviously.” “Does she know she’s your wife?” Kimi considered this. “No.” “Right.” A beat. Then Kimi pointed at him. “But I know.” Lewis almost choked.

The next morning, Lewis found Charles in the paddock. Perfect. “Charles.” Charles looked up from his coffee. “LH.” Lewis placed a hand on his shoulder. “I just wanted to congratulate you.” Charles frowned. “For what?” Lewis looked genuinely touched. “Your sister’s marriage.” Silence. “What?” “Beautiful news.” “What marriage?” Lewis shook his head. “So humble.” Charles was already lowering his coffee. “Lewis.” “I’m very happy for the happy couple.” “LEWIS.”

The older driver finally sighed. “As far as I’m aware, Kimi informed me last night that Yn is his wife.” The silence that followed was magnificent. Charles stared. Then blinked. Then stared some more. “Excuse me?” Lewis could feel years being added to Charles’ life. “He seemed very certain.” “My sister is not married.” “That’s not what your brother-in-law said.” Charles nearly dropped his coffee. “My WHAT?” Lewis was having the time of his life. Across the paddock, George was already laughing because he’d figured out exactly what was happening.

Charles was now pulling out his phone. “Oh no.” “Oh yes.” “No, Charles, don’t call her.” Too late. The call connected. “Hello?” “ARE YOU MARRIED?” A long pause. “…What?” Lewis finally broke and doubled over laughing. On the other end of the line, Yn sounded completely baffled. “Charles, have you hit your head again?” Charles slowly turned toward Lewis. Realization dawning. “Lewis.” Lewis was still laughing. “Lewis.” “You should’ve seen your face.” Charles pointed at him. “I’m going to kill you.”

Meanwhile, several garages away, Kimi was drinking a juice box and trying to remember why everybody kept looking at him strangely. He had absolutely no recollection of acquiring a wife.

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[isabelle-leclerc]

Your blog is absolutely amazing. What if Kim K actually stole the towel for little!leclerc because she asked Kim to. And like everyone else, Kim can’t deny little!leclerc anything ❤️❤️❤️

Wait I love Kim K x little!Leclerc……one of my new favourite duos

Monaco was hot. Not normal hot. Monaco hot. The kind of heat that made everyone miserable. Yn was sitting in the Ferrari hospitality with Kim, carefully trying not to touch her hair. “My maman spent forty minutes on this,” she complained. “If it frizzes, I’ll cry.” Kim laughed. “It looks beautiful, sweet girl.” “I know, but I’m sweating.” Yn glanced toward the pit lane. Then her eyes landed on something.

“Kimi’s towel looks really soft.” Kim followed her gaze. One of the Mercedes towels was laying on a podium nearby. “It probably is.” Yn sighed dramatically. “Imagine having a towel, Kiki.” Lewis looked up from his phone. Immediately suspicious. He knew that tone. Kim knew it too.

“What are you going to do?” Lewis asked. “Nothing.” “Kim.” “Nothing.” Yn hadn’t even asked. Not really. She’d just looked warm and sad and adorable and called her Kiki. Which was apparently enough. Before Lewis could stop her, Kim stood up. “Be right back.” Lewis already knew where this was going. “Oh no.”

A few minutes later, Kim returned. With the towel. Yn gasped. “Kiki!” “You’re welcome, sweetheart.” “Did you steal it?” “Borrow.” “Kim.” “Permanently borrowed.” Yn immediately accepted the towel and pressed it against her face. “Oh my God, you are the best.” Kim looked very pleased with herself. Lewis looked exhausted.

Across the paddock, Kimi had just noticed his towel was missing. He frowned. Then he spotted Yn. Holding it. His towel. The one he’d left on the little podium. Yn looked incredibly happy. Kimi forgot all about the theft. Completely.

Lewis watched the realization happen in real time. “See?” he muttered. “That’s exactly why I didn’t get involved.” Kimi was looking at Yn like she’d personally invented sunshine. Meanwhile, Kim was fixing the towel around Yn’s shoulders. “There.” “You’re my favorite person.” “I know.” Lewis groaned. “Don’t encourage her, love.” Kim ignored him. Yn smiled up at her and Kim smiled back.

And somewhere in the Mercedes garage, Kimi decided he never actually needed that towel anyway.

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[isabelle-leclerc]

how about little!leclerc going to a GP but staying in the haas & mercedes garages with kimi and ollie instead of the ferrari garage?

Uh, I kinda did something there… anyways, I absolutely love charlos

Charles knew something was wrong the moment he looked up at the paddock screen. At first, he wasn’t paying attention. Then the broadcast cut to the Mercedes garage. And there she was. His precious Yn. Sitting comfortably between Kimi and Ollie. Kimi was handing her a drink while Ollie was offering her snacks. Yn looked delighted. Charles went pale.

“Charles?” Lewis asked. Charles pointed weakly at the screen. Lewis looked. “Oh.” The Ferrari mechanics followed his gaze. “Oh no.” Charles fell down immediately. The nearest mechanic shoved a chair underneath him before he could dramatically collapse. Lewis grabbed a cold cloth and pressed it against Charles’ forehead. “Stay with us.” “I’m trying.” “You’ll be okay.”

Across the garage, Alexandra appeared at record speed. She dropped to her knees in front of Charles. “Charles!” Charles grabbed her wrist. If anything, he looked even worse since his wife appeared. “Alexandra.” “No, don’t do this.” “If something happens to me-” “Nothing is happening to you.” “Everything I own goes to Yn.” Alexandra stared. “What?” “The cars, the properties, the watches, the yachts, my money and Leo. Everything. Especially Leo.” “CHARLES.” Lewis had to turn away because he was laughing too hard.

On the screen, Ollie was now helping Yn put on his team headset. Charles looked ready to pass away. Then Carlos appeared out of nowhere. “What happened?” Charles pointed at the screen again. Carlos looked. Immediately, he gasped. “Dio mio.” Finally. Someone understood Charles.

Carlos pushed Alexandra aside without a care. “Move, woman.” “Excuse me?” “He needs space. Not you, crowding around him like some crazy Leclerc-stalker.” Alexandra looked offended.

Carlos was already crouching beside Charles. “Amigo.” Charles nodded weakly. Carlos looked back at the screen. Kimi was showing Yn something on a tablet. Yn was smiling like the sun and Ollie looked far too pleased with himself. Carlos looked horrified. “This is serious.” “Thank you.“ Meanwhile, Lewis was openly laughing. “This is ridiculous.” “No, it isn’t,” Charles whispered.

On the screen, Yn leaned over to say something to Ollie. Both boys smiled instantly. Charles clutched Carlos’ arm. Carlos squeezed back. “I know, Sharls.” “No, you don’t.” “I do.” “No one understands my pain and suffering, Carlos.” Carlos looked at him with complete sincerity. “I understand.”

Across the paddock, Yn was having the best day of her life. The Mercedes mechanics adored her. The Haas mechanics adored her. Toto adored her. Kimi and Ollie were competing to see who could spoil her more. And she had absolutely no idea that several garages away, her brother was currently drafting his will because she hadn’t spent the afternoon at Ferrari.

Carlos running to his work-husband (aka Charles)

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[isabelle-leclerc]

Imagine George is pissed at Kimi or smth so he and Carmen take little Leclerc on a vacation. Kimi is SUFFERING

We listen and we don’t judge…. We love our parents George and Carmen

George wasn’t actually that angry at Kimi. At least, that’s what he told people. Carmen disagreed. “You’re being petty.” “I’m not.” “You absolutely are.” George considered this. Then shrugged. “Maybe a little.” The result was how Yn somehow ended up spending half of the summer break with George and Carmen in Spain. And being treated like royalty. Actual royalty.

The first morning, Carmen took her shopping. The second morning, George carried six shopping bags because “Yn shouldn’t have to.” By day three, George was ordering room service for her before she’d even asked. “Do you want pancakes?” “I was literally just thinking about pancakes.” “I know.” “That’s creepy.” “That’s parenting.” Carmen called it enabling. George called it excellent hospitality. Yn called it the best vacation of her life.

Every photo looked ridiculous. Yn on a yacht. Yn by the beach. Yn holding a giant ice cream. Yn wrapped in a fluffy hotel robe while George carried her breakfast tray because she was “on holiday.” Carmen posted all of it. Without mercy.

A week later, Kimi was sitting at home scrolling through Instagram. Mistake. Huge mistake. The first photo appeared. Yn smiling beside George and Carmen. Fine. The second photo. George had bought her flowers for absolutely no reason. Kimi frowned. The third photo. Yn wearing a ridiculous sun hat while George held an umbrella over her because it was “too sunny.” Kimi frowned harder. The fourth photo. George had captioned it: Our princess ❤️ Kimi nearly dropped his phone. “Our?”OUR?

He opened the comments. Mistake number two. You guys adopted her. George and Carmen are living their best lives. Kimi punching the air rn. Kimi exited the app immediately.

Then reopened it thirty seconds later. Because apparently he enjoyed suffering. The newest post had gone up. Yn was asleep on a beach chair. George was sitting nearby. The caption: Protecting her peace.

Kimi stared at the photo for a full minute. Then opened their group chat.

Give her back.

Three dots appeared almost immediately. George replied.

No ❤️

A second later, he added:

She’s ours now.

Kimi considered throwing his phone into the sea. Instead, he stared at another photo of Yn smiling beside them and suffered quietly for the rest of the evening. Which, according to George, was exactly what he deserved.

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[isabelle-leclerc]

Your blog is so amazing. I am a huge fan. Can I pretty please ask for maybe some LN4 x little!leclerc. Maybe Lando "Kidnapping“ yn to go partying with him after a race weekend

Ahhh, so excited for this one!!!!

Lando didn’t technically kidnap Yn. At least, that was the argument he was making while dragging her through the paddock after the race. “This is not kidnapping,” he informed her. “I’m literally walking beside you.” Yn laughed. “Lando, you’re holding my wrist.” “For safety reasons.” “Charles is going to kill you.” “Charles doesn’t need to know.” Unfortunately for him, Charles looked up just in time to see his little sister disappearing around a corner with Lando Norris. “LANDO!” Charles shouted. Lando immediately sped up. “See? This is why we don’t tell him things.” Yn was laughing so hard she nearly tripped.

Three hours later, they were at a beach club surrounded by music, terrible dancing, and several drivers making questionable life choices. Lando had somehow convinced the DJ to play Yn’s favorite song, and she was currently standing on a sofa singing along dramatically. “You are encouraging me,” she informed him. “Correct.” “A good friend would stop me.” “I never claimed to be a good friend.” Yn gasped in mock outrage before throwing a napkin at him. A minute later she was stealing fries from his plate while he complained about it. “Those are mine.” “Sharing is caring.” “You’re the worst.” “And yet you brought me here.” Lando sighed. “Unfortunately, you’re fun.” “Aww.” “Don’t make it weird.”

The next morning, Charles received approximately seventy photos. Yn dancing. Yn stealing Lando’s food. Yn wearing someone’s sunglasses at midnight for reasons nobody understood. The final picture was the worst one. Yn was asleep in a chair, wrapped in a hoodie that very obviously belonged to Lando, while Lando sat beside her making a peace sign. Charles stared at the image in complete silence. Then he called Lando immediately. “Good morning!” Lando answered cheerfully. “Give me back my sister.” “No.” “Lando.” “She’s having breakfast.” In the background, Yn could be heard saying, “Tell Charles I love him.” Charles softened instantly. Then Lando added, “She also said you’re old.” Charles hung up. Meanwhile, Lando and Yn spent the next five minutes laughing so hard they nearly fell out of their chairs.

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[isabelle-leclerc]

I need a part two of the George, Kimi and Max story. Maybe a follow up with Charles and little!Leclerc

Because so many of you have been asking me for a part two (like fr, I got like 14 different people in my ask, begging me for part two)…..

Part 2 from this story. Ollie’s Version

The next problem Kimi faced was actually asking Yn out. Getting advice from Max and George had been easy. Showing up at the Leclerc house That was terrifying.

Kimi stood outside the front door, holding a bouquet of flowers so tightly he was probably crushing them. He’d actually put effort into his appearance too. A nice button-up shirt. Clean shoes. His hair was styled for once. After a moment, Kimi took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then footsteps. The door opened. And there stood……

Charles. Kimi immediately considered jumping into traffic. Charles blinked at him. “Kimi?” “Hi.” Charles looked confused. “What are you doing here?” Kimi opened his mouth. Nothing came out. Charles narrowed his eyes. Now that he thought about it, Kimi looked suspiciously nervous. And suspiciously dressed up. Then Charles looked down. At the flowers. There was a long pause. Another long pause. And then another. Kimi watched the exact moment realization hit.Charles’ expression went from confusion…

To suspicion…

To horror.

“No.” Kimi swallowed. “Charles-” “No.” “Let me explain-” “Absolutely not.” Kimi looked around helplessly. “Please?” Charles pointed dramatically at the flowers. “Are those for my baby sister?” Kimi didn’t answer, which was answer enough. Charles looked personally betrayed. “Why are you holding flowers for my sister?” Kimi stared at the ground. Charles put a hand over his heart. “You came to my house.” Silence. “You rang my doorbell.” More silence. “You made me open the door.” Kimi looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole. Charles looked ready to file a police report. “I trusted you.” “Charles, you…you never actually trusted me, to be honest” “That is not helping your case.” Before Kimi could defend himself, another voice echoed from somewhere deeper inside the house.

“Charlie, who is it?” Yn. Kimi‘s true love and the reason he lives. Kimi immediately stood straighter. Charles immediately stood in front of the doorway like a bodyguard. “Nobody.” “Charlie” “Wrong house.” “Charles.” Kimi could hear footsteps approaching. Charles looked panicked. Actually panicked. “Leave.” “Charles-” “Run while I still haven’t broken your knees.” Then Yn appeared behind him. “Oh.” She blinked. Then smiled. “Kimi.” Kimi completely forgot how words worked. “Ciao bella.” Charles looked between them. Then at Kimi. Then at Yn. Then at the flowers. His face somehow became even more horrified. “Oh my God.” Yn noticed the bouquet. “Are those for me?” Kimi nodded. Charles made a wounded noise. The kind usually heard from injured animals. Yn laughed softly and took the flowers from his hands. “They’re beautiful.” Charles looked seconds away from calling Carlos. Or Lewis. Or security. Or all three.

Meanwhile Kimi finally gathered enough courage to speak. “I was wondering if maybe you’d want to go out with me sometime?” The smile on Yn’s face immediately answered the question. “I’d love to.” Charles closed his eyes. The betrayal. The heartbreak. The suffering. When he opened them again, Kimi and Yn were smiling at each other. Charles pointed at Kimi. “You.” Then at Yn. “You.” Then at both of them. “I don’t approve.” Neither of them listend. And somehow, that made it worse.

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[isabelle-leclerc]

Nooo, you don’t understand. I need chaotic YN x calm Oscar. Maybe everyone is partying and YN is very drunk so Oscar looks after her (and becomes another honorary Leclerc!Bro)

Ahhh OSCAR 🧡

Oscar had been told to keep an eye on Yn. In hindsight, he should have asked more questions. Instead, he’d said: “Sure.” Big mistake. Huge mistake. Because Yn was drunk. Not normal drunk. Leclerc drunk. Which apparently meant she had decided everyone at the party was her best friend.

“Oscar!” “There you are.” Yn appeared from absolutely nowhere and threw an arm around his shoulders. Oscar nearly dropped his drink. “You disappeared.” “I walked three meters away.” “Exactly.” Oscar sighed. Around them, the party continued. Meanwhile, Yn had discovered a new problem. “Oscar.” “Hm?” “I lost Kika.” “Kika is over there.” “Oh.” A pause. Then: “I lost Charles.” Oscar pointed. “Also over there.” “Oh.” Another pause. Then Yn gasped. “I LOST OSCAR.” Oscar closed his eyes. “You found me.” “Oh good.”

Twenty minutes later, Oscar had become Yn’s designated babysitter. Not by choice. By circumstance. Somebody handed Yn another drink. Oscar intercepted it. “No.” “Mean.” “You’ve had enough.” “That’s what Charles says.” Oscar understood Charles more every second.

Later, he found Yn sitting on the floor. Cross-legged. Holding a breadstick. “What are you doing?” Yn looked up. Thinking. Thinking very hard. Then: “This is my emotional support bread.” Oscar sat down beside her. At this point, resistance was pointless. “I see.” “It’s helping.” “I’m glad.”

The real problem came when Yn suddenly became emotional. “Oscar.” “Yes?” “You know what I like about you?” Oscar already knew this would be ridiculous. “What?” “You’re very calm.” “Thank you.” “You never yell.” “I try not to.” “And you always listen.” Oscar smiled slightly. Across the room, Charles happened to look over. And immediately frowned. His little sister was talking to Oscar. Oscar was listening patiently. Again. Charles narrowed his eyes. A new honorary older brother had been discovered. Dangerous.

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[isabelle-leclerc]

hii girl love thisss so i was wondering if you could write abt litte!leclerc asking kika what to wear to her birthday party -a dress that kimi bought or the one that ollie bought

btw lovee your ficss

Yes, another Kika story!!! I love the older!sister x younger!sister dynamic

Kika was sitting on Yn’s bed when the bedroom door flew open. “Kika, help.” Kika looked up from her phone. Yn was holding two dresses. One in each hand. “Oh, this is serious.” “It is.” Yn dropped onto the carpet dramatically. “Kimi bought this one.” She held up the first dress. “And Ollie bought this one.” The second followed immediately. “My birthday is tomorrow and I don’t know which one to wear.” Kika accepted the challenge with the gravity it deserved. “Try them on, querida .”

Ten minutes later, Yn emerged wearing the first dress. Kika immediately grabbed her camera. “Oh, you look adorable.” “Kika.” “I’m serious.” Click. Another photo. Click. Yn laughed. “You take more pictures than my brothers.” “That’s because your brothers are useless.”

A few minutes later, Yn changed into the second dress. Kika gasped. “Oh.” “What?” “Oh, this is dangerous.” Yn looked down at herself. “Is that good or bad?” “Very good.” Click. Click. Click. “Kika!” “I’m documenting history.”

Unfortunately, after twenty minutes of discussion, they still couldn’t decide. The Kimi dress was beautiful. The Ollie dress was beautiful. Yn groaned and collapsed backward onto the bed. “This is impossible.” Kika looked at the two dresses. Then at Yn. Then back at the dresses. A thought occurred. A brilliant thought. Why was she helping Kimi and Ollie win? She is Kika. She could simply outdo them. Slowly, a smile spread across her face. Yn immediately looked suspicious. “What?” “Nothing.” “Kika.” “Nothing.” “What are you planning?”

Kika stood up and grabbed her handbag. “Come on.” “Where are we going?” “Shopping.” Yn blinked. “For what?” Kika wrapped an arm around her shoulders and steered her toward the door. “For your birthday dress.” “But I already have-” “No.” “Kika-” “No, minha linda.” Yn laughed.

Meanwhile, Kika was already mentally planning how to find the prettiest dress in Monaco. Not because she was competitive. Absolutely not. It just so happened that if her dress was prettier than Ollie’s and Kimi’s… Well. That would be a lovely bonus. After all, being Yn’s favorite was a very important title to defend.

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