The Leclerc Household Was Buzzing With Activity On A Sunny Sunday Afternoon. The Aroma Of Freshly Brewed

The Leclerc household was buzzing with activity on a sunny Sunday afternoon. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of dishes clinking together filled the air. It was a typical day for the Leclerc family, except for one member who stood silently in the corner of the kitchen, observing the chaos before her. That member was Y/N Leclerc, the youngest of the Leclerc siblings.

Y/N was only seventeen, still in high school, while her brothers, Charles and Arthur, had already made their mark in the world of motorsports. Charles, the middle child, had achieved great success in Formula 1, while Arthur was steadily making his way through Formula 2. Y/N, however, was never given the opportunity to pursue her dreams of becoming a race car driver. The family's financial limitations forced them to prioritize Charles and Arthur's careers.

As Y/N watched her brothers and mother, Pascale, engaging in animated conversation, she couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. She desperately wanted to be a part of their world, to share in their victories and defeats. But fate had chosen a different path for her, one that she was still struggling to come to terms with.

"Y/N, can you pass me the sugar, s'il vous plaît?" Charles's voice interrupted her thoughts, his eyes focused on his phone.

Y/N snapped back to reality and reached for the sugar, placing it in front of him. "Here you go, Charles."

"Merci," he replied absentmindedly, already engrossed in his social media feed.

She glanced at Arthur, who was discussing race strategies with their mother in rapid French. He occasionally shot her a sympathetic smile, aware of the void in her heart.

Feeling a surge of frustration, Y/N mustered the courage to speak up. "Maman, I don't feel well can I go to my room?" she said, her voice wavering slightly.

Pascale turned to her daughter, a concerned expression on her face but still let her. "Bien sûr"

Y/N found solace in her bedroom, sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at the wall adorned with posters of her brothers' achievements. It was a constant reminder of the path she couldn't walk.

A soft knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, and her mother, Pascale, stepped in. She had a gentle smile on her face, but Y/N could see the sadness in her eyes.

"Ma chérie," Pascale said, her voice filled with love and concern. "Are you okay?"

Y/N fought back tears and nodded, unable to find the right words.

Pascale sat beside her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "I know it's difficult, Y/N. But your time will come. We couldn't afford to support all three of you at once, and it broke our hearts to make that decision."

Y/N's voice trembled as she spoke, "I just feel so invisible, Mom. Like I don't matter compared to Charles and Arthur. They're living their dreams, and I'm stuck here."

Pascale hugged her tightly, her voice softening. "You matter more than you know, my dear. You're our pillar of strength, our hope for the future. We couldn't have made it this far without you."

Y/N clung to her mother, tears streaming down her face. "Je sais, maman, mais c'est difficile. J'essaie de trouver ma place, mais j'ai l'impression que je ne pourrai jamais briller comme eux."

A few days later, Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo found Y/N sitting in the garden, lost in her thoughts. They exchanged worried glances before joining her, taking a seat on the bench.

Lorenzo, the ever-protective older brother, broke the silence. "Y/N, we need to talk. We've noticed that you've been feeling down lately, and we want you to know that we see you. We love you."

Y/N looked up at them, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry. I don't want to be a burden. I just can't help feeling left behind."

Charles placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice filled with remorse. "Y/N, you're not a burden. We may be racing, but you're racing in your own way. You're still fighting, still pushing through, and we admire that."

Arthur chimed in, his voice full of conviction. "You've always been our biggest supporter, Y/N. Your presence gives us strength. We wouldn't be where we are without you."

Y/N wiped away her tears, a glimmer of hope returning to her eyes. She finally felt seen, acknowledged, and valued by her brothers.

"Merci," she whispered, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Je vous aime"

In that moment, they all understood the true meaning of family. It wasn't just about racing or achievements, but about being there for each other, supporting one another through the highs and lows of life.

The Leclerc family stood in a tender embrace, a silent acknowledgment of the love and bond they shared. In that moment, Y/N realized that while her dreams of becoming a race car driver may have been put on hold, she had something equally valuable—her family's unwavering support.

From that day forward, Y/N pursued her passion for motorsports in her own unique way. She became an avid spectator, cheering on her brothers from the sidelines, and found solace in other hobbies that sparked her creativity and brought her joy.

In the shadows of the track, Y/N Leclerc discovered her own light, finding fulfillment in the love of her family and the pursuit of her own dreams, however different they may be.

Unbreakable Bonds

Summary: Pierre Gasly finds himself caught between his girlfriend, Y/N, and her best friend, who's his best friend, Charles Leclerc's younger brother, Arthur Leclerc. Torn by their conflicting interests, Pierre must navigate through an emotional rollercoaster, discovering the true strength of their unbreakable bonds.

Pierre Gasly took a deep breath as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, adjusting his tie nervously. Today was a special day for his girlfriend, Y/N. They were celebrating her graduation from university, and he couldn't be prouder of her. But deep down, Pierre carried a heavy burden in his heart.

Y/N was not just an ordinary girl. She was also the best friend of Arthur Leclerc, Charles Leclerc's younger brother. Pierre and Charles had been inseparable since their early days in karting, and Charles had always supported Pierre's racing career. But when Y/N and Arthur became close, things started to change.

Pierre loved Y/N with all his heart, but her bond with Arthur was unbreakable. They spent countless hours together, sharing secrets and dreams. Their friendship was a beautiful thing, but it sometimes left Pierre feeling left out and insecure.

As Pierre arrived at the graduation ceremony, his eyes searched for Y/N in the sea of graduates. Finally, he spotted her, looking radiant in her cap and gown. He made his way over, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Congratulations, Y/N," Pierre said, his voice filled with genuine pride. He pulled her into a tight embrace, savoring the warmth of her presence.

"Thank you, Pear," Y/N replied, her smile widening. "I'm so glad you're here."

Pierre couldn't help but notice the way Y/N's eyes searched the crowd. "Looking for Arthur?" he asked, unable to hide the twinge of jealousy.

Y/N nodded, her gaze shifting nervously. "He promised to be here. I just hope he didn't forget."

Pierre's heart sank. He had hoped that today would be about celebrating Y/N's achievements, but it seemed like Arthur's presence was always lingering in the background, stealing the spotlight. He swallowed his disappointment and put on a brave face.

"Don't worry," Pierre reassured her, his voice tinged with sadness. "I'm sure he'll show up."

As the ceremony began, Pierre sat with Charles, his eyes meeting Pierre's briefly, a silent understanding passing between them.

The ceremony ended, and the graduates filed out, searching for their loved ones.

"Congratulations, love," he whispered, kissing her cheek. "I'm so proud of you."

Y/N beamed, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you, Pierre. I couldn't have done it without you."

But despite her words, Pierre couldn't ignore the lingering doubt in his mind. The celebrations continued at a nearby restaurant, where Y/N was surrounded by friends and family, including Arthur. They laughed, reminiscing about their days, and Pierre felt a pang of insecurity. He watched as Y/N's eyes sparkled with joy, feeling an invisible wall between them.

Unable to bear the unease any longer, Pierre excused himself and stepped outside into the cool evening air. He leaned against the brick wall, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. Doubt and jealousy threatened to consume him, clouding his perspective.

Moments later, Y/N stepped out, her graduation gown billowing around her. She approached Pierre, concern etched across her face. "Pierre, what's wrong?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, Y/N. It's just... I can't help but feel like I'm competing with Arthur for your attention. Your friendship with him is so strong, and sometimes, it makes me question where I stand."

Y/N's eyes softened, and she gently placed a hand on his arm. "Oh, Pierre. You're not competing with anyone. Arthur has been my best friend for years, and our bond is important to me. But you... you hold a different place in my heart. You're my partner, my confidant, and my love."

Pierre looked at her, vulnerability etched in his features. "Y/N, I love you more than anything in this world," Pierre confessed, his voice filled with raw emotion. "But I can't keep fighting for a place in your heart when it seems like Arthur will always come first."

Y/N's eyes widened, and she shook her head, panic etched across her face. "Pierre, no! Please, don't leave me."

Y/N shook her head, her voice filled with conviction. "Never, Pierre. You are my priority. I cherish what we have, and I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel secure. Let's build something unique, a love that stands alongside our friendship. I want us to be inseparable."

Tears welled in Pierre's eyes as he realized the depth of Y/N's love for him. He pulled her into a tight embrace, his heart overflowing with gratitude and adoration. "I love you, Y/N. Thank you for understanding and for being patient with me."

She smiled against his chest, "our love is worth fighting for", her voice muffled but filled with warmth. "I love you too, Pierre. Let's make beautiful memories together, free from doubt and insecurities."

With those words, Pierre pulled Y/N into his arms, their tears mingling as they held each other tightly. The pain they had endured had forged an unbreakable bond, one that would withstand any storm.

And as the stars shone brightly above them, Pierre realized that their love was stronger than any doubts or jealousy. They were a team, ready to face any obstacle that came their way. With a renewed sense of purpose, they rejoined the celebrations, their smiles brighter than ever before, knowing that their love would conquer all.

In that moment, Pierre realized that true love was not always easy, but it was worth every sacrifice. Their journey together had taught them the strength of their connection and the depth of their love.

This was requested by @maximeverstappen so i hope you like it <3

The smell of gasoline filled the air as the final race of the Formula 1 season approached. The championship title hung in the balance, and all eyes were on Y/N, the only female driver in the sport, as she prepared to make history. The nerves were palpable as she tightened the straps of her helmet and adjusted her gloves, stealing a quick glance at her boyfriend, Charles Leclerc, who stood by her side.

"Je t'aime, mon cœur," Charles whispered, leaning in to give Y/N a kiss on the cheek. "You've got this. Make us proud out there."

Y/N smiled, her heart fluttering at the sound of Charles' words and the support in his eyes. "I will, mon amour. For us."

The engines roared to life as the cars lined up on the grid. Y/N could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, fueling her determination. As the lights went out, she pushed the pedal to the metal, her car surging forward with precision. Lap after lap, she fought tooth and nail, her skills and determination shining through. The crowd erupted into cheers as Y/N took the lead.

Meanwhile, Charles, in his Ferrari, was locked in a fierce battle for second place. He skillfully maneuvered through the pack, displaying his extraordinary talent. The championship hung in the balance, and every move on the track mattered.

Finally, the checkered flag waved, signaling the end of the race. Y/N crossed the finish line first, securing the world championship title. Tears of joy filled her eyes as the realization sank in. She had done it. The first-ever female F1 world champion.

Charles pulled up beside her, a mix of pride and happiness evident on his face. He stepped out of his car and walked toward Y/N, engulfing her in a warm embrace. "Je suis si fier de toi, ma championne," he murmured into her ear. "You did it. You've made history."

The roar of the crowd filled the air as YN, the only female Formula 1 driver, stood on the podium, her heart pounding with exhilaration. It was the last race of the season, and she had just won the World Championship. Next to her stood Charles Leclerc, her loving boyfriend and fellow driver, who had finished in second place. The euphoria of victory surged through her veins, but her eyes searched for Charles amidst the jubilant chaos.

The winter break arrived, and Charles planned a vacation for them on a remote, exotic island. He invited his family along, wanting to share this special moment with his loved ones. Y/N felt blessed to be a part of their close-knit circle.

Arriving at the island, they were greeted by pristine beaches, crystal-clear waters, and lush greenery. It was paradise. The group settled into their luxurious villa, and Y/N found herself paired with Charlotte, Charles' older brother Lorenzo's girlfriend, and Kika, Pierre’s girlfriend for a day of exploring and shopping, their laughter filling the air as they perused the colorful stores. Y/N tried on various dresses, twirling in front of the mirror while the girls complimented her every choice.

As they wandered through the vibrant local markets, Y/N couldn't contain her excitement. The colorful fabrics, intricate crafts, and aromatic spices filled her senses. Charlotte smiled at her enthusiasm, knowing what was to come.

"Y/N, you're going to look absolutely stunning," Kika gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Charles is a lucky man."

Y/N blushed, a soft smile playing on her lips. "And I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have him."

After a day of shopping, Y/N, Kika and Charlotte returned to the villa, only to find it transformed. The backyard was adorned with twinkling lights, flower petals scattered on the ground, and a table set for a romantic dinner. Y/N's heart skipped a beat, realizing what was happening. Charles walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"Absolutely stunning," YN replied, leaning back against his chest. "I can't believe we're here."

Charles nuzzled his nose against her ear and whispered, "You deserve every bit of it, mon amour. You've worked so hard for this, and I couldn't be prouder of you."

A warm smile graced YN's lips. "Thank you, Charles. None of this would be possible without your love and support."

He turned her around to face him, his eyes shimmering with adoration. "YN, you've brought so much joy into my life. I can't imagine it without you. Je t'aime plus que tout."

Her heart fluttered at his words, knowing that he meant every syllable. "Je t'aime aussi, Charles," she whispered, resting her head against his chest.

The Leclerc family, together with Pierre and Kika, had become YN's second family, and the vacation solidified their bond even further.

"Mes amis, my family," Charles began, his voice brimming with emotion. "Today, we celebrate YN's incredible achievement, but there is something else that makes this moment even more special."

He dropped to one knee, a small box in his hand, and the gasps of surprise filled the air.

"YN, ma chérie, you've brought so much love and happiness into my life. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Tears welled up in YN's eyes as she nodded vigorously, a radiant smile illuminating her face. "Yes, Charles, a thousand times yes!"

The group erupted in applause and cheers, congratulating the newly engaged couple. Charles slipped the ring onto YN's finger, sealing their love in an eternal bond.

As the night continued, YN found herself wrapped in Charles' arms, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the waves crashing against the shore. They danced, whispering sweet words to each other, promising a future filled with love, laughter, and continued adventures. The night sky sparkled with stars as Y/N and Charles danced under a canopy of fairy lights, their hearts overflowing with love. Their families and friends surrounded them, raising their glasses in celebration.

Charles pulled Y/N closer, whispering sweetly in her ear. "Mon trésor, you've made me the happiest man in the world today. I can't wait to build a future together, to cherish and support you in all that you do."

Y/N beamed, her heart filled with gratitude and love. "And I can't wait to stand by your side, Charles, as we conquer the world together."

In that magical moment, surrounded by their loved ones, YN knew that winning the World Championship was just the beginning of an extraordinary journey they would embark on together.

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It was a stormy afternoon at the Leclerc household, and Y/N and her twin brother Arthur found themselves bored at home. With Arthur having a

The sun beat down on the asphalt of the Alpha Tauri garage as YN stepped out of her car, her heart racing from the intense practice session. She was only 19 and had managed to secure a spot on the grid as a rookie driver, an achievement that both thrilled and intimidated her.

As YN entered the paddock, she noticed the seasoned drivers glancing at her, their eyes filled with curiosity and skepticism. She felt a growing sense of unease, believing their scrutiny was rooted in disdain for her as a female driver.

As she glanced around, Y/N couldn't help but notice the sidelong glances and hushed whispers from the other drivers. It wasn't an easy journey for her to make it to this level. She had fought against countless obstacles, especially being a female driver in a predominantly male sport. But she was determined to prove herself, to shatter the glass ceiling and show that gender was irrelevant when it came to skill and passion.

Her teammate, Yuki Tsunoda, seemed distant. Ever since the departure of his previous teammate, Pierre Gasly, he had been melancholic. But Y/N couldn't help but wonder if his cold demeanor had something to do with her presence in the team. She felt like an outsider, like she didn't belong.

"Hey, Y/N, feeling the pressure yet?" Oscar Piastri, one of the other rookies, asked, a smirk playing on his lips. Y/N's heart sank. Even the other newcomers seemed to harbor resentment towards her.

"Yeah, it's pretty intense," Y/N replied, her voice betraying her unease. Logan Sargeant, the other rookie, didn't say a word but kept his gaze focused on the ground, avoiding eye contact with her.

The hate didn't stop there. Social media was a cesspool of derogatory comments and harassment, and old-fashioned journalists made snide remarks about her capabilities as a female driver. Y/N felt like she was drowning in a sea of negativity, her self-confidence slowly eroding away.

Y/N's smile faltered, and she kept her head down, trying to focus on her own preparations. The comments hurt, but she had anticipated some resistance as the only female driver on the grid.

The weight of the racing world bore down on Y/N's shoulders. She faced constant scrutiny, not only from fans and social media but also from old-fashioned journalists who doubted her abilities solely because of her gender. Hate messages flooded her social media, questioning her worthiness, and sowed seeds of self-doubt in her mind.

As the day dawned, anxiety gripped Y/N. The pressure to perform weighed heavily on her, amplifying the existing tensions. She found herself isolated, her self-assurance crumbling under the weight of prejudice.

One morning, before the drivers' briefing, Y/N's anxiety reached a boiling point. The prospect of facing the negativity head-on overwhelmed her. In a secluded corner of the paddock, she was consumed by a panic attack, her breaths shallow and rapid.

Amidst the chaos of the pit lane, a group of drivers noticed Y/N's distress. Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Charles Leclerc and others exchanged concerned glances before swiftly approaching her. They had been oblivious to the hardships she faced, lost in their own world of competition and rivalries.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Max Verstappen, the reigning champion, asked gently.

Y/N tried to speak, but her words came out as choked sobs. The drivers surrounded her, creating a protective circle, shielding her from the harsh world beyond.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Lando asked gently, crouching down to her level.

Y/N's teary eyes met theirs, disbelief mingling with gratitude. "I... I thought... nobody cared."

Charles Leclerc, who had previously been distant, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We may have been blind to your struggles, but we care, Y/N. You don't have to face this alone, we should have been there for you, Y/N. We're a team, on and off the track."

"Hey, it's alright. You're not alone," Lando Norris reassured her, offering a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Pierre Gasly stepped forward, his expression filled with regret. "You're not alone in this, YN. We're a team, and that means supporting each other. I'm sorry I left you feeling isolated."

Oscar and Logan nodded in agreement, their expressions apologetic. "We never meant to make you feel unwelcome. We were just trying not to overwhelm you," Oscar confessed.

One by one, the drivers shared words of encouragement and support. They apologized for not realizing the struggles she had been silently enduring. Y/N felt a wave of relief washing over her, knowing she wasn't alone in this battle. Yuki Tsunoda, her teammate, stepped forward last.

"Y/N, I want you to know that I wasn't avoiding you because I dislike you," Yuki said sincerely. "I miss Pierre, and it took me a while to adjust. I'm sorry for not being there for you when you needed it."

Tears filled Y/N's eyes again, but this time they were tears of relief and gratitude. "I understand, Yuki. Thank you for saying that."

One by one, the drivers shared their own struggles and insecurities, their experiences of being judged and doubted. Y/N listened, her heart swelling with a newfound connection. She wasn't alone anymore; she had allies in this demanding world.

With time, the panic attack subsided, leaving Y/N exhausted but filled with a renewed sense of purpose. She wiped away her tears and took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of friendship surrounding her.

As they made their way back to the briefing, united, Y/N felt a change in the air. The other drivers who had once seemed cold and distant now greeted her with genuine smiles and words of encouragement, Yn realized that the comments and glances she had interpreted as hostility were often mere misunderstandings. The other drivers hadn't realized the impact of their actions until it was too late. She accepted their heartfelt apologies, knowing that they had truly learned from this experience.

From that moment on, things began to change. The drivers stood up against the hate on social media, using their platforms to spread positivity and challenge the status quo. Journalists started to focus on Y/N's skills and potential rather than her gender.

On the track, Y/N's performance improved as her newfound support system lifted her spirits. The paddock buzzed with admiration for her resilience, and fans began to rally behind her.

Through her struggles, Y/N had found her place in the Formula 1 family. She had made friends who understood and supported her unconditionally.

The bond she shared with Max, Lando, Charles, Oscar, and Logan grew stronger with each passing race. They formed a united front against discrimination and worked together to create a more supportive environment for future generations of racers.

Y/N's journey from a rookie filled with doubt to a confident driver was far from easy, but her resilience, and the support of her newfound friends, proved that no challenge was insurmountable. And as she stood on the podium, a symbol of triumph over adversity, she knew that her victory extended far beyond the racetrack.

She looked out at the crowd, feeling their unwavering support, and said, "To all the young girls out there dreaming big: Don't let anyone tell you that you can't achieve your goals. We belong here, and we're here to stay."

The crowd erupted in applause, the sound echoing through the stadium. Y/N's journey had been one of struggle, but ultimately, it was a story of triumph over adversity. And she knew that together with her newfound friends, they would continue to pave the way for future generations of female drivers in Formula 1.

Dancing to win

It was a chilly evening in Monte Carlo as Y/N Leclerc, the youngest Leclerc sibling, prepared for the biggest performance of her dancing career. At just 18 years old, Y/N had already become a professional dancer, known for her graceful moves and captivating stage presence. Tonight, she would be competing in the prestigious Grand Prix Dance Championship, and her family and friends were there to support her. Standing backstage, her heart pounding with excitement and nerves. She was about to perform in the most prestigious dance competition of her career, and her family was there to support her.

In the front row of the elegant theater, Y/N's brothers, Lorenzo, Charles, and Arthur, sat anxiously, waiting for the performance to begin. The Leclerc matriarch, Pacale Leclerc, sat between Lorenzo and Charles, clutching their hands tightly.

While she's preparing backstage, unaware of what's happening outside, the three Leclerc brothers talk.

"I can't believe our little sister is all grown up and about to perform on such a grand stage" The oldest one, Lorenzo says proudly.

"She's always had a flair for the dramatic, just like me. But dancing? That's her own unique talent" Arthur jokes

As the curtains parted, Y/N stepped onto the stage, her elegant form gliding gracefully across the floor. The audience held their breath, mesmerized by her every move. The music swelled, and Y/N poured her heart and soul into her performance, weaving a captivating story through her choreography.

As the music played, Charles recognizes one of his piano compositions and get tears on his eyes because of the proud he feels that her sister chose that song for her special day.

"Vous saviez, n'est-ce pas ? Charles demande à sa mère "Elle me l'a dit parce qu'elle voulait te soutenir à sa manière", dit Pascale en souriant devant l'excitation de son deuxième fils (You knew didn't you? he asked her mother. "She told me because she wanted to support you in her own way," Pascale said, smiling at her middle son's excitement")

Y/N gracefully took the stage, her body moving in perfect sync with the rhythm. Her performance was a symphony of elegance and athleticism, capturing the hearts of everyone in the audience.

Lorenzo leaned over to Charles, whispering, "Isn't she incredible? She's like a swan on that stage."

"She sure is" Charles adds

Meanwhile, Arthur sat on the edge of his seat, his hands clasped together, silently rooting for Y/N's success. He had always been her biggest supporter, attending every performance he could.

Pierre Gasly, Max Verstappen, Carlos Sainz who had become close friends with YN during her numerous visits to the races, watched in awe.

Pierre whispers to Max" Look at her go! She's like a swan on the dance floor"

"YN's always had that natural grace. It's incredible to see her talent come to life like this" points out Max while grinning "You remember her in visiting Charles in karting? She had always knew what she did"

After an enthralling display of skill and emotion, the music faded, and the crowd erupted into thunderous applause. Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she took a bow, feeling a rush of gratitude for the support surrounding her.

Backstage, her brothers rushed to embrace her, their smiles wide and their voices filled with excitement.

The first she realised is that she was enveloped in a warm embrace from Arthur, who held her tightly. "You did it, Y/N! You were incredible!"

Y/N grinned, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Thank you, Tur Tur. Your support means the world to me."

Charles and Lorenzo approached them, their smiles stretching from ear to ear. "Y/N, that was extraordinary!" Lorenzo exclaimed.

Charles nodded, his eyes fixed on his sister. "I'm lost of words, je t'aime beacoup"

"Je t'aime beacoup aussi Charlie" She hugs him happy that he liked the surprise.

Y/N blushed, feeling overwhelmed by their praise. "I couldn't have done it without your constant encouragement and belief in me. You're the best brothers a girl could ask for"

Kelly and her young daughter, Penelope, watched with wide eyes. Penelope tugged on Kelly's sleeve.

Penelope whispers to her mum "Mommy, YN dances like a princess! I want to be just like her when I grow up!"

Kelly laughs and smiles "She truly is amazing, isn't she? Maybe one day, you'll be a wonderful dancer too. Why don´t you go to tell her"

Penelope tugged at YN's hand, her eyes sparkling with wonder. "YN, you dance so beautifully! I want to learn how to dance like you!"

YN's heart melted at the innocence in Penelope's voice. She knelt down to her level, gently ruffling her hair. "Thank you, Penelope. You're such a sweet little girl. I'd be honored to teach you how to dance, and Kelly you can join us too if you both want, even Max" she says laughing at the dutchmans face

"For you to know I'm a fantastic dancer" he points out fake ofended

Kelly smiled warmly. "That would be wonderful, YN. Penelope has always admired your talent. She would love to learn from you."

Carlos Sainz, who had been observing the interaction, joined the conversation. "YN, you've always had an incredible passion for dance. It's inspiring to see you excel in your field."

YN beamed, grateful for the support of her racing family. "Thank you, Carlos. Your words mean a lot to me."

As the night wore on, the Leclerc family and their racing family celebrated Y/N's triumph. Amidst the laughter and joy, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the unwavering support of her brothers, her maman, and her extended racing family.

This was a night she would cherish forever—a night where speed and grace, racing and dance, came together in perfect harmony.

In the following days, YN kept her promise and organized a special dance session for Penelope and Kelly. They gathered in a dance studio, where YN led them through graceful movements and joyful expressions.

"Remember, dancing is about feeling the music and expressing yourself freely. Let it bring you joy." YN says to start.

As the music played, Penelope and Kelly followed YN's lead, their smiles growing wider with each step. The room filled with laughter and the sound of little feet twirling across the floor.

Kelly watched with joy as her daughter blossomed under YN's guidance. Soon after the little girl started competing in competitions of her age range under YN's gaze.

Later, while reflecting on the beautiful day, YN realized how fortunate she was to have such supportive brothers, friends, and a loving family. Their presence in her life had always pushed her to chase her dreams.

As she prepared for her next performance, YN couldn't help but feel a newfound confidence and determination. With her loved ones by her side, she knew she could conquer any stage, just as she had conquered their hearts.

And so, the Leclerc family continued to cheer on YN's journey, celebrating every step she took toward her dreams, knowing that she would always shine bright, both on and off the stage.