Heeeey! Can You Write About The First Time That The Reader Meets Logans Mom?

Heeeey! Can you write about the first time that the reader meets Logan’s mom?

The bright Florida sun cascaded down on Palm Beach as Yn stepped out of the airport, her eyes squinting against the intense rays. She took a deep breath, soaking in the unfamiliar scents of the humid air. This was her first trip to the United States, and she couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She adjusted her glasses and clutched her bag tighter, reminding herself that she was about to meet Logan’s parents for the first time.

Her relationship with Logan had blossomed over the past four months, ever since they met in the UK where she lived. They connected instantly, and she fell deeply in love with the charming and talented F1 driver. Logan had always spoken fondly of his family, particularly his parents, Madelyn and Daniel, and his older brother, Dalton. But as Yn hailed a taxi to their luxurious Palm Beach residence, doubts began to creep into her mind.

"We're here," Logan said, his voice filled with excitement. "I can't wait for you to meet my family."

"What if they don't like me?" she worried, her Italian accent evident as she muttered to herself. "What if they think I'm not good enough for you?"

Logan chuckled, pulling her closer. "Trust me, they're going to love you. Just be yourself, and everything will be fine."

Taking a deep breath, Y/N followed Logan through the bustling airport. She was anxious about meeting his parents.

The taxi ride felt endless, the anticipation tightening Yn's chest with each passing mile. When she finally arrived at the Sargeant mansion, her heart raced even faster. She took a deep breath, muttering a silent prayer for strength and confidence, before knocking on the grand entrance door.

The door swung open to reveal Logan's mother, Madelyn. She had a warm smile that instantly put YN at ease. "You must be YN!" Madelyn exclaimed, pulling her into a gentle hug. "Logan has told us so much about you. Please, come in."

"Mom," Logan said, his voice filled with affection. "This is Y/N. Y/N, meet my mom, Madelyn."

Y/N offered a shy smile as Madelyn turned her attention toward her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Sargeant," Y/N greeted nervously.

Madelyn laughed gently, putting a hand on Y/N's arm. "Please, call me Madelyn. None of that 'Mrs. Sargeant' stuff. We're family now."

“Dad, this is Y/N," Logan introduced, his voice filled with pride. "Y/N, meet my dad, Daniel."

"Welcome to our home, Yn," Daniel greeted. "Logan has told us so much about you. You can call me Daniel, and this is my eldest son, Dalton."

Y/N nervously extended her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sargeant."

Daniel gently clasped Y/N's hand and shook it warmly. "Please, call me Daniel. We're delighted to finally meet you, Y/N."

Dalton, who shared a resemblance to Logan, grinned and shook Yn's hand. "Nice to meet you, Yn. Logan has been talking nonstop about you. I'm glad we finally get to meet”

Logan playfully pushed his older brother, Dalton, away. "Dalton, stop embarrassing me."

Dalton turned his attention to Y/N and offered her a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. I've heard so much about you, as I said Logan can't stop talking about you."

Y/N blushed, feeling a wave of warmth wash over her. "It's great to meet you too, Dalton. Logan has told me a lot about you as well."

The conversation flowed naturally as they sat down, sipping on refreshments. Yn found herself feeling more at ease, realizing that her worries were unfounded. The Sargeant family genuinely cared for Logan's happiness, and it showed in their warmth and acceptance.

After dinner, Logan took YN for a stroll along the beach. The waves crashed against the shore as they walked hand in hand, the moon casting a gentle glow over them.

"You were so nervous earlier," Logan said, squeezing YN's hand. "But look how well it turned out. My family adores you."

YN smiled, her heart filled with happiness. "I was worried they wouldn't like me because of our differences."

Logan stopped and turned to face her, cupping her face with his hands. "My family values the person you are, not where you come from. And they saw the same incredible person in you that I fell in love with."

Tears welled up in YN's eyes as she wrapped her arms around Logan, embracing him tightly. "I'm so grateful to have you in my life," she whispered.

Logan held her close, their hearts beating as one. "You belong with me, YN. No matter where we come from, love conquers all."

As they walked back to the house, hand in hand, YN knew that she had found a second family in Logan's. The journey to Palm Beach had brought her love and acceptance beyond her wildest dreams. Together, they would face any challenges that lay ahead, knowing that their love could overcome any obstacle.

And so, in the embrace of Logan's love, YN's anxieties faded away, replaced by the joy and excitement of a future filled with laughter, shared dreams, and the unwavering support of a loving family.

Over the next few days, Yn immersed herself in the Sargeants' lives. They took her sightseeing, showed her their favorite local spots, and shared countless stories, laughter, and heartfelt conversations. Yn discovered that despite their wealth and privilege, the Sargeants were grounded and compassionate people.

One evening, as they gathered around the dinner table, Yn couldn't contain her gratitude any longer. She looked at Logan's parents, her voice filled with sincerity.

"Madelyn, Daniel," she began, her eyes shimmering with emotion, "I want to thank you for welcoming me into your home and your family. I was so worried that I wouldn't fit in, but you've made me feel like part of the Sargeant family."

Madelyn reached across the table, grasping Yn's hand gently. "Yn, dear, we're happy to have you here. It's not about wealth or status; it's about the love we share with our children. Logan loves you, and that means the world to us."

Daniel nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with fatherly pride. "You've brought so much joy into Logan's life. We can see how much he cares about you, and that's what matters."

Yn's heart overflowed with warmth as tears welled up in her eyes. Logan's family's acceptance meant everything to her. In that moment, she knew she had found not only the love of her life but also a second family.

As the days turned into weeks, Yn's trip to Florida became a cherished memory. She formed a deep bond with the Sargeants, and the distance between her humble Italian origins and their luxurious lifestyle seemed to vanish. Yn realized that love transcends societal boundaries and that the warmth of a genuine connection was worth more than any material wealth.

On her last day, as they prepared to say their goodbyes, Yn hugged each member of the Sargeant family tightly. Tears of gratitude streamed down her face.

"Thank you for everything," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I will cherish these moments forever."

Logan held her close, his voice filled with love and reassurance. "Yn, you've won over my family's hearts, and you've captured mine completely. I'm so lucky to have you in my life."

With bittersweet farewells, they left the sunny Palm Beach to having to go to the cloudy UK, carrying the love and acceptance of the Sargeant family with her. As she boarded the plane, she knew that her connection with Logan and his family would only grow stronger, transcending borders and cultures.

Yn was no longer a girl from a humble family; she was a woman deeply loved by the Sargeant family, with a heart that knew no boundaries.

It was a bright and sunny day in the small town of Monte Carlo, and in the sun entered the house of the regent Formula 1 World Champion, Max Verstappen. In the midst of the racing frenzy that surrounded Max's illustrious career, he found solace and joy in his beautiful family. His wife, Y/N, and their three children – eight-year-old twins Liam and Luca, and their adorable five-year-old daughter, Elisse – were his world.

Max had always been a hero to his children, especially Liam and Luca, who had been racing karts since they were four years old. The boys admired their father's skills and charisma, yearning to follow in his footsteps and become racing stars themselves. Max, being the loving and supportive father he was, had nurtured their dreams and encouraged their passion for the sport.

As she entered the kitchen, she found her husband Max already preparing breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and the sizzling sound of bacon greeted her ears. Max turned around, a grin spreading across his face as he spotted her.

"Good morning, beautiful," he greeted, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Good morning, Max," Y/N replied, her voice filled with affection. "What's the plan for today?"

Max's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Today, my love, Elisse and I are going to have a special daddy-daughter day. We're going to eat ice cream and go shopping. It's going to be a day filled with spoiling my little princess."

Y/N chuckled at the excitement in Max's voice. "She's going to love that. But don't forget, the boys have their karting practice this afternoon."

Max nodded, his dark curls bouncing. "Of course, I won't forget. They're going to make their daddy proud"

Y/N smiled warmly “Make sure not to spoil her as much as you normally do"

Max chuckled and planted a gentle kiss on Y/N's forehead. "I don’t promise anything”

Just then, the sound of little feet came thundering down the stairs. Liam and Luca, Max and Y/N's twin boys, burst into the kitchen, their faces flushed with excitement. Both boys had inherited their father's love for racing and had been karting since they were four years old.

"Daddy, Daddy!" Liam exclaimed, tugging at Max's sleeve. "Are we going to practice today?"

Max ruffled Liam's hair affectionately. "Yes, my little champions, we are. But first, Elisse and I are going to spend some quality time together"

The boys' eyes sparkled with anticipation, but they were always understanding when it came to their little sister. Y/N admired the bond they shared as siblings. Despite their young age, they understood the importance of family and always looked out for one another

Speaking of Elisse, the little princess soon made her grand entrance,with her blonde curls thet were a spitting image of her father as equal as her brothers, bouncing with each step. She ran towards Max, wrapping her small arms around his leg. Elisse was the apple of Max's eye, and it was clear that she had him wrapped around her little finger.

"Daddy, are we going on an adventure today?" Elisse asked, her eyes shining with excitement.

Max smiled warmly, lifting her up and twirling her around. "Yes, my sweet girl, it's our special day. What would you like to do?"

Elisse's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Can we have ice cream, Daddy? And can we go shopping?"

"Absolutely, princess," Max replied, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. "We'll have the best day ever."

Hand in hand, Max and Elisse made their way to a quaint ice cream parlor near the beach. The duo entered the shop, greeted by a delicious aroma of freshly made waffle cones and a colorful array of flavors. Elisse's eyes widened as she surveyed the selection.

"Daddy, can I have chocolate and strawberry?" Elisse asked, pointing to the two flavors.

"Of course, darling," Max said, smiling. He ordered their ice creams and watched as Elisse's face lit up with joy when she took her first lick.

As they sat at a small table, enjoying their sweet treats, Max couldn't help but feel a wave of pride and love for his daughter. He watched her happily devour her ice cream, her giggles filling the air. In that moment, he knew he would do anything to protect and spoil his little girl.

"Mmm, this is so yummy, Daddy!" she exclaimed, her face smeared with chocolate.

Max wiped her face gently with a napkin and chuckled. "You're right, sweetheart. Ice cream is the best!"

With their appetites satisfied, Max and Elisse strolled through the town's bustling streets, hand in hand. The shops were filled with colorful displays and captivating toys that caught Elisse's attention at every turn.

"Daddy, can we go into that toy store?" she pleaded, her eyes pleading with excitement.

"Of course, Elisse," Max replied, unable to resist her adorable pout. He guided her into the store, where they were greeted by shelves upon shelves of toys. Elisse's eyes sparkled as she explored the wonderland before her

"Daddy, can we buy mommy something?" Elisse asked, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

Max smiled, touched by her thoughtfulness. "Of course, my love. What do you think Mommy would like?"

Elisse pondered for a moment before her face lit up. "Mommy loves flowers. Can we buy her a big bouquet? And maybe some toys for Liam and Luca?"

Max's heart swelled with pride at his daughter's thoughtfulness. "Of course, my sweet Elisse. Let's pick out a beautiful bouquet for Mommy, and we'll find something special for the boys too."

They carefully selected a bouquet of Y/N's favorite flowers, ensuring they were vibrant and fragrant. Max's eyes sparkled as he watched Elisse choose small toy cars for Liam and Luca, her eyes shining with anticipation of their joy. His daughter had such a big heart and a keen sense of what would make her family happy.

As they walked out of the store, Max's heart overflowed with love for his little girl. Elisse's excitement was contagious, and he couldn't wait to see the joy on Y/N's face and the twins' laughter when they received their surprises.

Returning home, Max and Elisse were met with cheers and laughter from Liam, Luca, and Y/N. Elisse couldn't contain her excitement and rushed to share the surprises they had brought.

"Mama! Mama!" Elisse exclaimed, presenting the bouquet of flowers to Y/N. "These are for you because we love you!"

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears as she embraced her daughter. "Thank you, Eli. They're absolutely beautiful, just like you"

Meanwhile, Liam and Luca eagerly unwrapped their gifts, their faces lighting up with pure joy. They thanked their sister and Max profusely, excitedly discussing how they would incorporate the new toys into their karting adventures.

The twins approached their little sister, their eyes filled with curiosity and gratitude. "Wow, Elisse! Thank you so much!" Liam exclaimed, hugging her tightly.

Luca echoed his brother's sentiment, wrapping his arms around Elisse. "Thank you Eli, you didn’t have to! We love you!"

Elisse blushed and so she hid in her brother's arms as the three of them hugged.

Max watched the scene unfold, his heart bursting with happiness and love. He had a beautiful family who adored him, and he cherished every moment he spent with them.

"I am the luckiest man alive," Max whispered to his wife, his voice filled with overwhelming joy. "To have a loving wife, incredible sons, and the most precious daughter a father could ask for."

Later that evening, as Max tucked Elisse into bed, she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and whispered, "I love you, Daddy."

Max kissed her forehead and whispered back, "I love you too, my little princess. You will always be my baby girl."

As he left her room, Max couldn't help but feel grateful for the daddy-daughter day they had shared. It was a day filled with love, laughter, and the bond that would forever unite him with his precious daughter.

And as the sun set over Monaco, the Verstappen family drifted off to sleep, their hearts racing with love and dreams of the future that awaited them.

Behind the camera -> Prologue

"Maman, Papa, you promised to tell me something special today," Lorenzo said, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Pascale exchanged a loving glance with Hervé and then smiled at their eager son. "Well, Lorenzo, you are going to be a big brother," she announced, her voice brimming with joy.

Lorenzo's face lit up with delight. "Really? I'm going to have a little brother or sister?" he asked, hardly able to contain his excitement.

Pascale laughed gently and nodded. "Actually, you're going to have both! You're going to be a big brother of twins!"

"Des jumeaux?! Deux frères ou deux sœurs?" Lorenzo asked, his French flowing naturally as he processed the news. (Twins?! Two brothers or two sisters?)

Hervé grinned. "Un frère et une sœur" he replied. {One brother and one sister}

Lorenzo's eyes widened even more, realizing he was going to have a brother and a sister. "C'est incroyable!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around his parents' necks in a tight hug (This is incredible!)

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Over the next few months, Pascale's pregnancy progressed beautifully, but with the joy of having twins came the challenges of carrying two babies at once. She experienced intense cravings, sometimes even at odd hours of the night.

"Maman, you want pickles and ice cream for breakfast?!" Lorenzo chuckled one morning as he found his mother raiding the fridge.

She grinned sheepishly. "It's the babies, they're making me crave all sorts of things," she explained, trying to balance a jar of pickles and a tub of ice cream in her hands.

As the due date approached, Pascale's anticipation mingled with nervousness. Her pregnancy had been more tiring than the first time she carried Lorenzo, and giving birth to twins presented its own set of challenges

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The day had finally arrived - October 16th, a day that would forever change the lives of the Leclerc family. Pascale, the expectant mother, was lying in her hospital bed, surrounded by her husband Hervé and their eldest son Lorenzo. The anticipation in the air was palpable as they eagerly awaited the arrival of the newest additions to their family

Inside the delivery room, the medical team prepared for the unique challenge that lay ahead. Pascale's pregnancy had been a rollercoaster, and as the time approached, the doctors were on high alert. The twins were fraternal, but it had become evident during the course of the pregnancy that they were different in more than just their gender. Yn, the youngest, had been nestled lower in her mother's womb, making her delivery more complicated.

Meanwhile, Lorenzo was staying with Philippe Bianchi and his family, a friend of his dad. Jules, who was now eight years old, was Lorenzo’s best friend and Charles’ future godfather. The two boys eagerly waited for news of the twins' arrival.

"Do you think they'll be okay, Jules?" Lorenzo asked, his eyes filled with concern.

Jules patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Of course, they will! Your maman and papa are strong, and the doctors are taking good care of them. We'll get to meet the babies soon!"

As the clock struck noon, the contractions intensified, and Pascale's grip on Hervé's hand tightened. "Ça fait mal," she said, her face contorting with pain (It hurts)

Hervé, trying to be the supportive husband he always was, replied, "Tout va bien se passer, mon amour. Les médecins sont là pour nous aider." (Everything will be fine, my love. The doctors are here to help us.)

In the Bianchi house, Lorenzo was pacing back and forth, his nerves getting the better of him. He was excited about having siblings, but the thought of being responsible for two new lives made him feel a mix of emotions. He glanced at his father, who was trying his best to reassure him with a smile.

Back in the delivery room, Pascale was giving it her all. The medical staff encouraged her, "Vous faites du bon travail, Madame Leclerc. Bientôt, vos bébés seront là" (You're doing a great job, Mrs. Leclerc. Soon, your babies will be here)

After what felt like an eternity, the moment had arrived. The first cries of a baby filled the room. Charles had made his entrance into the world. Relief washed over Pascale, and tears welled up in Hervé's eyes as he saw his son for the first time.

The medical team continued to work efficiently, and soon, both babies were cleaned and swaddled in warm blankets. Hervé and Lorenzo were allowed into the room to meet the newest members of their family.

The moment Hervé and Pascale laid eyes on their newborn twins, tears of joy streamed down their cheeks. Pascale whispered softly in French, "Ils sont tellement beaux, nos bébés." (They are so beautiful, our babies.)

Hervé kissed her forehead and replied, "Oui, ils le sont, mon amour. (Yes, they are, my love.) Our little miracles."

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The next day, with the newborn twins cradled in Pascale's arms, Lorenzo entered the hospital room, his excitement palpable. He approached the bed, looking down at his new siblings with awe.

"Hey, little ones," he said softly. "Je suis ton grand frère Lorenzo {I am your big brother Lorenzo} They're so tiny!" he exclaimed, carefully touching Yn's tiny hand and then Charles’

Hervé smiled proudly and placed an arm around Lorenzo's shoulders. "Yes, they are. Meet your baby brother, Charles, and your baby sister, Yn"

"Charles et Yn?" Lorenzo repeated their names with a hint of wonder in his voice

"Yes, Charles and Yn," Pascale said, her eyes shining with joy

"Maman, they're adorable!" Lorenzo said, beaming at his mother. "I promise to be the best big brother ever!"

Tears of joy welled up in Pascale's eyes as she pulled her son into a warm embrace. "You already are, mon chéri. I know you'll be an amazing big brother to them"

The Leclerc family was overjoyed with the new additions. News of the twins' arrival spread quickly, and soon the hospital room was filled with family members eager to meet the newest additions. Uncles, aunts, and cousins showered the twins with love and affection, while their grandparents couldn't stop beaming with pride.

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Jules, the godfather, was ecstatic when he finally got to meet the twins. He bent down and kissed their foreheads gently, promising to protect them and be the best godfather he could be.

Jules Bianchi, Charles' godfather, was only eight years old, but he felt incredibly responsible and honored to be given such an important role. When he heard the news, he rushed to the hospital with a small gift in hand. "Bienvenue, les petits! Je suis votre parrain, Jules." (Welcome, little ones! I'm your godfather, Jules.)

The room filled with laughter and joy as everyone celebrated the arrival of the twins. Yn and Charles were already surrounded by an immense amount of love from their family and friends.

As the days turned into weeks, and the twins grew, their bond with Lorenzo strengthened. They had an unbreakable connection as the Leclerc siblings, and the world was eager to see the adventures that awaited them.

Could you do a Leclercxsister where you are down because you have a voice problem after an allergic reaction and you can't speak while you recover and your brothers comfort you

The sun was shining brightly over the picturesque streets of Monaco as YN hurriedly gathered her books, preparing for another day at her high school. Today was an important day for her family as the Monaco Grand Prix was just around the corner, and her brother Charles, a Formula 1 driver, had asked his trainer Andrea and their best friend Joris to pick her up. Being the Leclerc siblings' home Grand Prix, they were overwhelmed with media duties, leaving little time to attend to YN.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed, signaling a message. It was Andrea, Charles' trainer, and Joris, his best friend and photographer. The two men had been entrusted with the responsibility of picking Y/N up due to her brothers' overwhelming media commitments. Adjusting her backpack on her shoulder, she darted out of the classroom and made her way to the school entrance while talking to her friends.

As she was exiting the high school a familiar black car pulled up in front of her, and the window rolled down to reveal Joris' and Andrea’s smiling faces. "Bonjour, YN! Ready to go?"

"Salut, Joris! Ciao, Andrea!" YN greeted, grateful for their help. "I am, but could we stop somewhere to grab a quick bite? I haven't had a lot for lunch, I didn’t like it"

"Non, ça ne pose pas de problème! (No, it's not a problem!)" Joris replied, starting the engine.

The trio made their way through the winding streets of Monaco, eventually finding a restaurant tucked away in a quaint corner. They settled at a table, and Y/N informed the waiter of her severe nut allergy. As they waited for their food, Y/N chatted with Andrea and Joris, sharing stories and laughter.

However, as soon as YN took a bite of her sandwich, she sensed something was wrong. Her throat started to itch, and her breathing became labored. Panic washed over her as she realized she was having an allergic reaction.

"Andrea, Joris," she managed to gasp out, her voice hoarse and barely audible. "In my school backpack… insulin… injections."

Andrea sprang into action, grabbing YN's school backpack and rummaging through it. He found the insulin injection that YN carried for emergencies and expertly administered it, hoping it would counteract the reaction.

Gradually, YN's breathing eased, and her throat stopped swelling. However, her voice had become raspy, and her throat still ached. They decided to skip school and head to YN's mother's hairdresser boutique, knowing her brothers would be there for their pre-race haircuts.

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Arriving at the bustling salon, YN spotted her maman, Pascale Leclerc, fussing over her brothers' hair. Charles and her older brothers Arthur and Lorenzo glanced at her in surprise, their scissors poised mid-air.

"Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé?" (What happened?) Charles asked in concern while he was waiting for her mother to cut his hair.

"Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé, ma petite sœur ?" (What happened, my little sister?) Arthur asked in a concerned tone, glancing at Andrea for an explanation.

Andrea stepped forward, explaining the situation in Italian. "Lei ha avuto una reazione allergica grave. C'era contaminazione incrociata nel ristorante, ma le ho dato l'iniezione di insulina che aveva nella sua zaino e ora sta meglio." (She had a severe allergic reaction. There was cross-contamination at the restaurant, but I administered the insulin injection she had in her backpack, and now she's feeling better.)

Charles, understanding the gravity of the situation, immediately approached Y/N. "Mon bébé, comment te sens-tu maintenant ?" (Baby, how are you feeling now?)

Y/N, her voice weak and strained, managed a faint smile. "Mieux, Char. Ça fait encore mal, mais je vais bien maintenant." (Better, Char. It still hurts, but I'm okay now.)

Moved by their sister's ordeal, Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo enveloped Y/N in a warm embrace, showering her with love and reassurance. The familial bond proved stronger than any adversity they faced.

Pascale immediately abandoned her hairdressing tools, rushing over to embrace her daughter. "Ma chérie! Comment ça va maintenant?" (My darling! How are you feeling now?)

"Maman," YN croaked, her voice barely audible. "Ça va mieux maman, mais j'ai mal à la gorge." (I'm feeling better, but my throat hurts.)

Pascale comforted YN with soothing words and quickly retrieved medication from her private stash. She handed YN a glass of warm water and helped her take the medicine, ensuring her daughter was as comfortable as possible.

Charles, now by YN's side, held her hand gently. "Ne t'inquiète pas, ma petite sœur. Nous sommes là pour toi." (Don't worry, little sister. We're here for you)

Andrea, feeling the need to address YN's concerns, leaned in and spoke softly in Italian. "Non preoccuparti, YN. Ti prenderemo cura di te" (Don't worry, YN. We'll take care of you)

As Andrea's words resonated within YN's heart, she smiled weakly, her eyes filled with gratitude. She realized that despite the hectic Grand Prix preparations, her family always put her well-being first.

Andrea leaned in and whispered in Y/N's ear, his voice filled with affection, "Tu es une guerrière, bella. Ne l'oublie jamais." (You are a warrior, kid. Never forget it.)

With a smile, Y/N nodded and whispered back, "Je sais, Andrea. Merci de toujours être là pour moi." (I know, Andrea. Thank you for always being there for me.)

Surrounded by the love and care of her family, YN felt a warmth envelop her, overpowering the remnants of her allergic reaction. In that moment, she knew that her voice may have been temporarily silenced, but her bond with her family and the support they offered spoke volumes.

And as the Monaco Grand Prix roared to life in the background, YN's racing heart swelled with love and appreciation for her extraordinary family.

could you do a leclercxsister with all her brothers. Maybe where she has to have a blood test or an injections and she is scared of needles and than once it’s done she faints so all her brothers comfort her when she is having it happening . Sorry if this is a but specific.

Y/N Leclerc was never a fan of needles. The mere thought of them sent shivers down her spine, and today, you found herself in the daunting position of needing a blood test. Her maman, usually her pillar of support, couldn't make it this time to accompany her little, not-so little girl, which, as a result made the nerves consume her entirely.

The waiting room seemed colder than usual, filled with an unsettling quietness. Yn fidgeted in her seat, unable to shake off the unease that gripped her. Meanwhile, her older brother Lorenzo watched her with concern, noticing her restless movements.

"Tu vas bien, Y/N?" (Are you alright, Y/N?) Lorenzo asked in a gentle tone, leaning closer to you.

Yn nodded, trying to reassure herself. "Oui, ça va. Just a little nervous," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Charles, her other brother, joined the conversation, his voice filled with brotherly affection. "Ne t'en fais pas, petite sœur. We're here with you. We won't let anything happen."

His words offered some comfort, reminding her that she were not alone. Yn glanced at her youngest brother, Arthur, who had an infectious smile that always lifted her spirits. He, too, shared encouraging words.

"Don't worry, Y/N. Joris and Andrea are here as well. You'll be fine," Arthur said, giving her a thumbs-up.

Joris, Charles' photographer and close friend, and Andrea, Charles' trainer and performance coach, approached Yn. Joris smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting genuine concern. "Hey, Y/N, we're here for you. You're in good hands."

Andrea, with his distinctive Italian accent, added, "Si, Y/N. Non preoccuparti. (Yes, Y/N. Don't worry.) We will make sure you're comfortable."

The nurse called her name, and her heart skipped a beat. The fear intensified as Yn walked towards the examination room, her steps shaky. Charles placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, guiding her gently.

"You've got this, Y/N," he said, his voice steady. "We believe in you"

The nurse prepared everything, her calming presence offering a sliver of relief. As she readied the needle, her breaths quickened, and her hands grew clammy. The fear threatened to overwhelm the girl.

Charles moved closer, gripping her hand tightly. "Regarde-moi, Y/N. (Look at me, Y/N.) Breathe with me," he said softly, his eyes locked with hers.

In sync with Charles, she focused on his steady breathing, imitating his deep inhales and slow exhales. His presence alone eased some of her anxiety, grounding her in the present moment.

Lorenzo, always protective, placed a hand on her shoulder. "You're doing great, Y/N. Almost there," he encouraged, his voice steady and comforting.

Joris, ever the optimist, chimed in. "Just think of it as a small prick, and it'll be over before you know it."

Andrea, leaning against the wall, offered a comforting smile. "Respira, Y/N. Sarai fatta in un attimo. (Breathe, Y/N. It will be over in no time.)"

With the support of her brothers, Yn managed to stay composed throughout the procedure. The nurse finished drawing her blood, and as relief washed over her, her vision blurred, and the world faded away. The overwhelming emotions had finally taken their toll, causing the youngest Leclerc to lose consciousness.

"What happened?" Joris asked, worry etched on his face.

"She fainted," the nurse replied, his voice tinged with concern. "But don't worry, she's going to be fine."

When she awoke, Yn found herself in a cozy room, tucked under a warm blanket. The soft sound of familiar voices reached her ears, and as her vision cleared, she saw the concerned faces of her brothers and friends surrounding her.

When Y/N came to, she found herself lying on a nearby couch in the examination room. Her brothers and their friends surrounded her, looking genuinely concerned.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," Arthur teased gently, ruffling her hair.

Y/N groaned softly, feeling slightly embarrassed by the fainting spell. "Did I really faint?"

Charles chuckled. "Yes, but don't worry about it. It happens to the best of us. How are you feeling?"

Yn groaned, her voice weak. "Like I got hit by a truck.""

Andrea chimed in, "È normale sentirsi così dopo un'iniezione, tesoro." (It's normal to feel like this after an injection, sweetheart.)

Joris handed her a glass of water. "Take it easy, Y/N. You'll be fine."

Andrea, his voice soothing, offered words of reassurance. "You were brave, Y/N. You faced her fear head-on. We are proud of you."

As she sipped the water, a profound sense of gratitude filled her heart. Despite her fear, her brothers and friends had surrounded her with love and support, giving her the strength to overcome her anxiety. Yn realized then that she were never alone in facing life's challenges.

With a renewed sense of courage, she sat up, her gaze meeting each of their concerned faces. "Thank you, everyone," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Lorenzo smiled, pulling her into a gentle hug. "We're always here for you, Y/N. Remember that."

As she basked in the warmth of her family's embrace, Yn knew that no matter what lay ahead, she would always find comfort and strength in their unwavering support.

Announcement

I will be writing a series about a leclerc reader (or oc i dont know how its called honestly) (i dont have a name for the series yet but im on it)

this is a little peek-a-boo about it

you will have the introduction/prelogue most probably tomorrow and i will do a timeline

if you want me to write about smthing send a requeast and put that its about the series i will tell you the name soon

and if you want to be in the taglist comment on this post

i love y'all 🫶🏻🫶🏻