Could You Do A Leclercxsister Where You Are Down Because You Have A Voice Problem After An Allergic Reaction

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.

Heyy if ur requests are open could you do Logan x reader and he’s asking like checo or another married driver on how to propose to you?

Logan Sargeant stood at the edge of the track, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he watched the other Formula 1 drivers whizz past him. But amidst the thrill and intensity of the race, his mind couldn't help but wander to a different kind of finish line—a lifelong commitment with his high school sweetheart, Y/N.

It had been six incredible years since they first met in their high school corridors. Their love had weathered the storms of long-distance and the challenges of Logan's racing career, and now Y/N had joined him in Europe after graduating high school. She pursued her studies there and often accompanied Logan to the races whenever possible. But this time, due to studying circumstances, she couldn't be there with him.

As Logan prepared for the race, he knew it was the perfect opportunity to seek advice from his fellow drivers, who had become his close friends over the years. He approached Sergio Perez, Kevin Magnussen, and Nico Hülkenberg, the married trio who had successfully navigated the complex world of love and racing.

"Hey, guys," Logan greeted with a nervous smile, "I need your help with something important."

The three drivers exchanged curious glances before Sergio spoke up. "What's on your mind, mate?"

Logan took a deep breath and explained, "I want to propose to Y/N, but I'm not entirely sure how to go about it. I mean, she means the world to me, and I want it to be something special."

Kevin leaned against the pit wall, thoughtful. "Well, when I proposed to my wife, Louise, it was during a romantic trip we took together”, Kevin pondered for a moment before speaking up “I believe the key to a memorable proposal is personalization. Make it unique to your relationship. Think about your journey together and the things that matter most to both of you."

Nico nodded in agreement. "Simplicity can be very powerful ”Nico chimed in, "and timing is crucial. Find a moment when Y/N is relaxed and happy, a moment when she least expects it. That element of surprise will make it even more special."

Sergio grinned, "Don't forget to capture the moment, my friend. Hire a photographer or arrange for someone to discreetly capture the proposal. You'll both want to relive that moment for years to come."

Listening to their experiences, Logan's mind raced with possibilities. Each story had its charm, but he wanted something uniquely theirs. He thanked his friends for their advice, knowing he needed to find his own path.

Checo leaned forward, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, Logan, you could surprise her during one of her visits to the race. Have her join you on the starting grid just before the race begins and propose right there, in front of everyone. It'd be a moment she'll never forget!"

Logan smiled at the idea, picturing Y/N's shocked but delighted expression. "That could work. But I want it to be more personal, something intimate."

Kevin chimed in, his blue eyes gleaming with excitement. "How about taking her to a romantic dinner? Find a beautiful spot in Europe, perhaps a seaside restaurant overlooking the ocean. Get down on one knee as the sun sets and ask her to be your wife."

Nico nodded in agreement. "That sounds like a classic and timeless proposal. You can't go wrong with that, mate. It's all about the moment and making her feel special."

Logan pondered their suggestions, grateful for their input. He imagined the love and surprise in Y/N's eyes as he proposed in a picturesque setting. But deep down, he knew there was something missing. He wanted the proposal to be meaningful and personal, reflecting their shared journey.

A memory flashed through Logan's mind—the first time they met, back in high school. They were just teenagers, navigating the challenges of adolescence together. Their love had blossomed amidst exams, school dances, and dreams of the future.

Suddenly, inspiration struck like lightning. "I have an idea," Logan exclaimed, excitement bubbling inside him. "What if I take her back to our old high school? The place where it all began. We could relive our memories, and amidst it all, I'll ask her to be my wife."

Checo, Kevin, and Nico exchanged glances, impressed by Logan's idea. "That's brilliant," Checo said, a wide smile forming on his face. "It's sentimental, nostalgic, and shows just how much your journey means to you both"

Feeling grateful for their support and wise words, Logan thanked his fellow drivers. With newfound clarity, he set about planning the perfect proposal.

As the race began, Logan's focus shifted back to the track. He weaved through the pack, his mind replaying memories of his relationship with Y/N. From their first kiss under the stars to their endless support for each other's dreams, they had grown together in every way.

As the laps ticked by, Logan's determination to create a memorable proposal only intensified. He thought about their shared passion for racing, their unwavering support for one another. And suddenly, it struck him—a way to combine their love for each other and the world they both cherished.

As the checkered flag waved, Logan secured a points finish, his elation matched only by the joy that awaited him off the track. He rushed back to the pit, his heart pounding with excitement.

The following week, Logan executed his plan. "Y/N," Logan said one evening, his voice filled with anticipation, "I have a special surprise for you. We're going on a trip."

Her eyes widened with curiosity. "A trip? Where are we going?"

Logan grinned mischievously. "It's a surprise. Just pack your bags, and trust me, you won't be disappointed."

Days later, after along flight across the ocean, they found themselves in their hometown. Y/N couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over her as Logan drove towards their old high school.

"What are we doing here?" Y/N asked, her eyes searching for answers.

Finally, they arrived at the old school courtyard—the very place where they had shared their first kiss. The sun bathed the surroundings in a warm, golden glow. Logan took Y/N's hand and gazed into her eyes, his voice filled with love and conviction.

"Y/N, from the moment we met, I knew you were the one. You've been my biggest supporter, my rock, and my best friend. Every moment we've shared has been a treasure. I can't imagine my life without you. Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?"

Tears shimmered in Y/N's eyes as she nodded, overcome with joy. "Yes, Logan! A thousand times, yes!"

The old high school courtyard echoed with their laughter and cheers as they embraced, sealing their love with a passionate kiss.

Unbeknownst to her, Logan had discreetly arranged for a small group of close friends and family to witness the magical moment. Applause erupted, and the sound of cameras clicking filled the air as Logan and Y/N celebrated their engagement.

As the sun set on that unforgettable day, Logan and Y/N knew that their love story had taken another beautiful turn. Together, they embarked on a new chapter, ready to face the challenges and triumphs of life as partners, just as they had done throughout their journey from high school sweethearts to F1 stars.

The sun rose above the horizon, casting a golden hue over the Formula 1 circuit. The air buzzed with anticipation as the engines roared to life, signaling the start of another thrilling race. Among the drivers, a young and talented rookie stood at the center of attention, ready to take on the challenges that lay ahead. This is the story of their journey - a tale of ambition, camaraderie, and the unyielding pursuit of victory.

At just 19, she was the youngest driver on the grid, and expectations were high. With determination etched on her face, she stepped into her sleek racing car, ready to prove herself.

As the lights went out, YN's talent shone through as she weaved through the pack, showcasing her skill and audacious moves. Yet, as the laps went by, the pressure mounted, and her inexperience began to show. A near-miss with the barriers drew the attention of the media, and soon, the press was relentless in scrutinizing her every move.

"Youngest driver, but is she ready for Formula 1?" headlines questioned. The pressure weighed heavily on YN, and she struggled to keep her focus amidst the noise of doubt.

Amidst the relentless scrutiny, the young driver found unexpected support from two fellow rookies - Logan Sargeant and Oscar Piastri.

Logan, with his steely determination and unwavering focus, approached the young driver with a reassuring smile. "Don't let the press get to you," he said, his voice laced with conviction. "We're all in this together, and we've got your back."

Oscar, a calm and calculated presence, chimed in, "He's right. We rookies need to stick together. We're the future of this sport, and we can't let the pressure break us."

The young driver nodded, grateful for their words of encouragement. Little did they know that fate had more surprises in store for them. Their teammate, the fierce and experienced Max Verstappen, entered the scene. He had a reputation for being ruthless on the track, but his demeanor softened as he approached the rookie.

As he geared up for the first race of the season, Yn found herself standing beside her teammate, Max Verstappen, one of the most experienced and tflourished drivers on the grid.

Max, with a confident smile, patted her on the back. "Hey, kid. Ready to show them what you've got?"

Yn nodded, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through her veins. "Absolutely, Max. I won't let you down."

"I've been where you are," Max admitted, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "The critics will always be there, but you have something they don't - raw talent. Just focus on your driving, and everything else will fall into place."

Throughout the season, the bond between the four drivers grew stronger. They formed an unbreakable alliance, a brotherhood bound by the shared passion for racing. They spent long hours in the paddock, discussing strategies, analyzing each other's techniques, and engaging in playful banter.

On a particularly challenging race weekend, where rain lashed down upon the circuit, the young driver struggled to find their footing. Doubt crept in, threatening to undermine their confidence. Sensing their distress, Logan stepped forward.

"Listen, mate," he began, his voice resolute. "You've got the skills, the talent. Now, trust yourself. Remember why you're here. Let your passion drive you forward."

Max and Oscar joined in, their words like a symphony of encouragement. "Believe in yourself," Max urged. "We believe in you."

"Never forget the joy of racing," Oscar added. "That's what got us all hooked in the first place."

As the season progressed, YN's performances continued to improve. Her passion and dedication had caught the attention of the seasoned drivers on the grid. They admired her talent and determination, and soon, she became a respected competitor.

At the end of a challenging race in the rain at Spa-Francorchamps, YN stood on the podium for the first time in her career. She was overwhelmed with emotion as the champagne sprayed and her fellow rookies, Logan and Oscar, joined her in celebration.

"This is for all the people who believed in me, even when I doubted myself," YN said in her interview, her voice shaking with joy and Max pulled her into a hug before doing his P1 interview

"You've come a long way, YN," he said, extending his hand. "You've proven yourself as one of the best out here."

With tears of joy in her eyes, YN shook Max's hand and thanked him. She knew that without the support and guidance of Logan, Oscar, and Max, she wouldn't have reached this pinnacle of success. She knew that without the support and guidance of Logan, Oscar, and Max, she wouldn't have reached this pinnacle of success.

As the season ended, YN reflected on her journey. The challenges, the doubts, and the scrutiny had made her stronger. The bond she shared with Logan, Oscar, and Max transcended competition, proving that in the fast-paced world of Formula 1, true friendships and support were worth more than any trophy.

From that moment on, YN's journey in Formula 1 took on a new dimension. The challenges were still there, but she faced them with newfound strength, guided by the wisdom and support of her friends and mentors.

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.

Behind the camera -> chapter 4

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Yn stared at herself in the mirror, her reflection framed by the elegant ballet studio. Her leotard clung to her small frame, a reminder of the grueling practice she had just finished. She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow and took a deep breath. Ballet was her passion, but it wasn't always a serene escape.

The girls from her ballet class had been teasing her since she was three. Now, at eight years old, their barbs were sharper, more targeted. Yn couldn't escape them, not even when she stepped outside the studio. They were in her school, in her life, and it seemed like they existed just to torment her.

"Hey, Yn, did you trip over your own feet again?" One of the girls, Isabelle, sneered.

Yn rolled her eyes. "No, Isabelle, but I heard you tripped over your own ego."

The girls exchanged annoyed glances, clearly taken aback by Yn's quick wit. They weren't used to someone standing up to them.

"You think you're so cool just because your brother is famous," another girl, Margot, chimed in.

Yn clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. It was true that Charles, her twin brother, had risen to fame as an F1 driver. But she refused to let that define her.

"You're right," Yn replied with a smirk. "I am cool. And not just because of Charles. I'm cool because I don't need to put others down to feel good about myself."

"Tu crois que tu es tellement intelligente, n'est-ce pas?" Sophie snapped back (You think you're so clever, don't you?)

Yn smirked, her confidence unwavering, "Eh bien, au moins plus intelligente que toi à ce stade" (Well, at least smarter than you at this point)

The girls huffed and turned away, clearly frustrated that their usual taunts were having no effect on Yn. This was the dynamic that had been playing out since they were all in diapers, and Yn wasn't about to back down now. As she turned back to the mirror, she caught a glimpse of her twin brother's mischievous grin.

Charles leaned against the doorframe, his eyes sparkling with admiration for his feisty sister. He had always been amazed by Yn's unbreakable spirit. Their bond was more than just that of siblings; it was a partnership built on shared experiences, challenges, and triumphs.

"Ballet class drama again, huh?" Charles asked, walking over to Yn.

Yn shrugged, "Same old, same old. They just can't stand the fact that I exist."

Charles chuckled, "Well, you do have a knack for stealing the spotlight."

Yn rolled her eyes, "Oh please, as if I asked for this."

He ruffled her hair affectionately, "You're handling it like a champ though."

"That's what Leclercs do," Yn replied with a smirk.

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The next day at school, the torment continued. Yn's friends, were waiting for her, and Joris and Riccardo, flanked her as they walked down the hallway.

"Hey, guys," Yn replied, a genuine smile finally gracing her lips.

Joris playfully punched her shoulder. "Ready for the big history test?"

Yn rolled her eyes playfully. "Of course, I've been studying. Unlike some people I know."

Riccardo joined in the banter. "Well, some of us have other things on our minds, like winning the karting race this weekend."

Yn and Charles walked through the school corridors, their laughter mingling with the familiar buzz of students shuffling between classes. As they reached their lockers, Yn's heart skipped a beat. A knot formed in her stomach when she spotted the group of ballet girls huddled near her locker. Their perfectly coordinated outfits and disdainful expressions were a stark contrast to Yn's casual confidence.

"Tiens, tiens, if it isn't the Leclerc twins," the ringleader of the group sneered, her voice dripping with malice.

Yn's eyes rolled, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. "Oh, great, the mean girls club is in session early today. Should I fetch you all some croissants to complete the picture?"

The girls exchanged baffled glances, momentarily taken aback by Yn's boldness.

"Tu te prends pour qui?" one of them hissed. (Who do you think you are?)

Charles leaned against his locker, an amused grin playing on his lips. He knew better than to underestimate his sister's ability to put people in their place.

"Salut les filles," he chimed in, catching their attention. "Est-ce que vous avez besoin d'une leçon de bonne conduite?" (Hi, girls. Do you need a lesson in good behavior?)

Joris and Riccardo, Yn's two closest friends, joined them, flanking her protectively. Joris crossed his arms, a mockingly stern expression on his face. "Ouais, vous devriez apprendre à respecter les gens, non?" (Yeah, you should learn to respect people, shouldn't you?)

Yn laughed, her confidence growing. "I mean, they don't have the best track record for learning, do they?"

Riccardo joined in, a playful glint in his eyes. "Je suis d'accord. Ils sont plutôt doués pour être idiots." (I agree. They're quite talented at being idiots)

The ballet girls exchanged furious glances, their veneer of superiority cracking under the weight of Yn's retorts and the unified front of her friends.

"Enough of this nonsense" Isabelle snapped, her voice quivering. "Let's go, girls. These losers aren't worth our time"

As the ballet girls stormed away, Yn and her friends burst into laughter, their camaraderie a testament to their unbreakable bond.

"Thanks, guys," Yn said, her heart warmed by their unwavering support.

Joris clapped Yn on the back. "Anytime, Yn. You know we've got your back."

Riccardo nodded "Exactly. And besides, those girls wouldn't know class if it hit them in the face."

Charles grinned and clapped their hands "Well said, both of you"

Yn's gaze softened as she looked at her friends. She was beyond grateful for their presence in her life. Through thick and thin, they had stood by her side, and together, they formed a force to be reckoned with.

"Alright, let's head to class," Charles said, breaking the momentary reverie.

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Later that afternoon, Yn found herself once again in the ballet studio, surrounded by the polished mirrors and the haunting melody of the piano. As the ballet instructor guided them through the routine, the bullies' harsh whispers echoed in her mind.

"Yn, tu es tellement inutile ici. Personne ne veut de toi dans notre groupe" (Yn, you're so useless here. No one wants you in our group)

A flash of anger surged through Yn's veins, but she suppressed it, focusing on her movements. The dance was her sanctuary, her escape from the world's turmoil. She pirouetted with precision, her determination shining through each graceful step.

After the class, Yn walked out with her head held high, refusing to let the bullies see her falter. As she approached her friends waiting outside, Charles wrapped an arm around her shoulders, a silent gesture of support.

"Comment ça s'est passé?" he asked, concern etched across his features. ("How did it go?")

Yn smiled, leaning into her brother's embrace. "Comme d'habitude. Je danse pour moi, pas pour elles" (As usual. I dance for myself, not for them)

The ballet girls might try to undermine her, but they were no match for her wit and her unshakable friends. After all, she was Yn Leclerc—the sassy bad bitch who never backed down.

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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.