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Dennis: *comes home and sees Arthur drawing Pentagrams*

Dennis: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?!?!?!

Arthur: I'm satanizing the house like you said!

Dennis: Sanitize! I SAID SANITIZE NOT SATANIZE!!

Arthur: WELL HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW I'M FRENCH!!!

*Charles waking up in cold sweat halfway across the world*

Charles: *Panting* I feel a disturbance in the force

It was a warm summer day in the small town of Monte Carlo, where the Leclerc family resided. Charles and Arthur, the two eldest siblings, were already making waves in the world of motorsports. Their passion for racing burned bright, captivating the hearts of fans worldwide. But there was a forgotten ember in the family, YN Leclerc, the youngest sibling, who had always yearned to be a part of that racing world.

From a young age, YN had watched her brothers zoom past in their go-karts, leaving behind trails of dust and dreams. Her heart ached with a desire to be on the track, to feel the adrenaline course through her veins as she chased the checkered flag. However, the Leclerc family couldn't afford to support her aspirations. Racing was an expensive venture, and they had already invested everything in Charles and Arthur's careers.

Undeterred, YN sought solace in the humble surroundings of her father's garage. Amongst the wrenches, oil stains, and the smell of gasoline, a new passion sparked within her. She discovered a natural aptitude for engineering and car mechanics. With unwavering determination, she spent hours studying the intricate workings of engines, dissecting every bolt, and understanding the science behind speed.

As YN's skills grew, she found herself becoming part of her brothers' racing team. While Charles in F1 and Arthur in F2 showcased their driving prowess on the track, YN worked tirelessly behind the scenes. She fine-tuned their cars, ensuring every engine was in optimal condition, and adjusted suspension settings to suit different tracks. Her keen eye for detail allowed her to spot potential issues before they escalated, making her an invaluable asset.

"YN, mon cher, you have an incredible talent," Pascale Leclerc, their maman, said one evening as she watched YN tinker with an engine. "Your father would have been proud of you."

YN looked up, her hands still covered in grease. "Do you really think so, maman?"

Pascale smiled warmly. "Of course, my dear. Your father always believed in you, just as I do. Your brothers are making their mark in the racing world, but you, ma petite, you have the power to leave your own legacy."

Slowly but steadily, YN began to gain recognition for her technical prowess. Fellow engineers and mechanics admired her innate talent and the relentless dedication she brought to the table. She became a mentor to younger enthusiasts, imparting her knowledge and nurturing their passion for cars.

Yet, despite her achievements, YN couldn't escape the shadow of her brothers. She longed to carve out her own identity within the racing community.

One evening, as YN stood in the garage, contemplating her future, Lorenzo Leclerc, Arthur's manager, approached her. "YN, I've been watching you closely," he said in a low, gentle tone. "You're more than just a mechanic. Your understanding of the sport is unparalleled. Have you ever considered becoming a race strategist?"

YN's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and curiosity washing over her. "A race strategist? But I've always been behind the scenes..."

Lorenzo smiled. "Exactly. You've been the unsung hero, the one who ensures everything runs smoothly. Imagine having the power to make split-second decisions that can determine the outcome of a race. You have what it takes, YN."

As the seasons changed and years passed, YN navigated the world of motorsports with grace and resilience. She attended races, observing the tension and excitement of the pits, and strategized race plans alongside her brothers and their team. YN's insights and meticulous preparations became instrumental in their success. Her brothers, recognizing her invaluable contributions, spoke of her achievements with pride, giving her the recognition she deserved.

But amidst the triumphs, there was still a lingering ache in YN's heart. The memory of their father, Hervé Leclerc, haunted her. His passion for racing had been the foundation on which their dreams were built, and his untimely death had left a void in their lives.

One day, while they were all gathered in their family home, reminiscing about their father's love for the sport, YN mustered the courage to speak.

"Maman, Charles, Arthur," she began, her voice laced with emotion. "I miss him. I miss him so much. Every time I step foot in the garage, I can still feel his presence. He believed in me, didn't he?"

Pascale's eyes glistened with tears as she embraced her youngest child. "Yes, my darling. Your father believed in all of you. He saw the fire in your eyes, the same fire that burns within Charles and Arthur. Your path may be different, but you carry his spirit with you."

Charles and Arthur stood on either side of YN, their expressions filled with a mix of understanding and support.

"You've proven yourself time and time again, YN," Charles said, his voice firm yet gentle. "You're not just a mechanic or a strategist. You're our sister, and you're an integral part of our team. We couldn't have come this far without you."

Arthur nodded in agreement. "You've found your own place in the racing world, YN. You've forged a path that's uniquely yours. And we're proud to call you our sister."

Through her journey, YN discovered that her passion for engineering was not just a consolation prize; it was her calling. She found fulfillment in the knowledge that her work played a significant role in her brothers' victories. YN's dream of racing may have taken a detour, but she had found a purpose that was just as exhilarating.

In time, the world began to recognize YN Leclerc as more than just the sister of racing prodigies. She became a respected figure in the motorsports industry, known for her technical brilliance and unwavering determination.

As YN stood on the podium beside her brothers, the roar of the crowd echoing in her ears, she looked out at the sea of faces. In that moment, she realized she had found her own place in the fast-paced, adrenaline-fueled world of racing. YN Leclerc, the unsung hero, had emerged from the shadows and claimed her rightful spot beyond the checkered flag.

And as the Leclerc family celebrated their triumphs, their father's spirit lived on, forever etched in their hearts. For it was through their collective passion and unwavering support for one another that they transcended the limits of the racetrack and found solace in the memories they held dear.

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 break between races, and the rain pouring outside, they had no choice but to find ways to entertain themselves indoors. Arthur, being the older twin, always boasted about his age, claiming superiority at every opportunity. But today, they were determined to set aside their differences and have some fun together.

Y/N sat on the couch, flicking through TV channels, while Arthur paced around the living room, bragging about his latest racing achievements.

"You know, Y/N, being the older twin has its perks. I'm always one step ahead," Arthur boasted, grinning mischievously.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N replied, "Oh, please, Arthur. Just because you're a few minutes older doesn't mean you're any better."

Arthur chuckled. "But it does mean I have more experience in life."

Y/N smirked "Only by 8 minutes and well, experience doesn't always mean you're right. Let's play a game to prove it."

Curiosity sparked in Arthur's eyes. "Alright, what game do you have in mind?"

Y/N grinned and suggested, "How about 'Two Lies, One Truth'? We each take turns telling two lies and one truth, and the other person has to guess which one is true."

Arthur nodded, intrigued by the idea. "Sounds fun. You go first."

Y/N thought for a moment and then said, "Okay, Arthur. Two lies and one truth. I once jumped off a tree and sprained my ankle. I have met Shakira in person. I can speak three languages fluently."

"Hmm… I know you're always adventurous and you sprained your ankle, you speak French, English and Italian so it’s true. But meeting Shakira? That's hard to believe. I'll go with the second one."

"Wrong! I did meet Shakira at Charles’ race last year. It was amazing!" said yn laughing

They continued playing the game, taking turns and laughing at each other's outrageous lies. As the storm outside grew stronger, they moved on to playing board games.

Uno was their first choice, but their competitive spirits took over, and before long, they were arguing over skipped turns and wild cards. Y/N pouted as Arthur triumphantly declared his victory.

"Next time, I won't go easy on you," Y/N grumbled.

"Arthur, you can't just stack all those +4 cards on me! You cheated!" Y/N accused, pointing an accusing finger at her brother.

Arthur chuckled. "Bring it on, little sis" setting up a game of Uno. The colorful cards flew across the table as they battled for victory. The game, however, quickly turned into a heated argument over who had forgotten to say "Uno" before discarding their last card.

As they played Uno, the competitive nature of the Leclerc siblings emerged. They argued over cards and strategies, making the game intense and thrilling.

Arthur raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Me? Cheat? Never. You must be imagining things."

Determined to find a game they could enjoy without arguing, Y/N suggested Twister. They cleared a space in the living room, set up the colorful mat, and spun the spinner.

The game started off lighthearted, but Arthur quickly discovered a way to use his height advantage to his benefit, making Y/N lose her balance and stumble.

Y/N protested, "Hey, that's not fair! You're using your height against me!"

Arthur grinned playfully. "Well, it's not my fault you're shorter. Maybe next time you'll think twice before challenging me."

Their bickering continued, but their voices echoed through the house, catching the attention of their older brother, Charles, who had just returned home.

Charles entered the living room with a smile. "What's all the commotion about?"

Y/N pouted, pointing an accusing finger at Arthur. "Arthur is being impossible, he's cheating at Twister!"

Arthur defended himself. "I'm not cheating! I'm just playing to my strengths and she cheated at Uno," Arthur complained, crossing his arms.

Charles chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, you two. Enough arguing. How about we all play a game together? I'll mediate and make sure things stay fair"

Y/N and Arthur exchanged glances and nodded, realizing their squabbling had gotten out of hand. They were still siblings, after all, and deep down, they loved spending time together.

Charles pulled out a classic board game, and the three Leclerc siblings spent the afternoon and evening engaged in friendly competition, laughter, and teasing banter.

As the storm raged outside, their joy filled the house, and their bonds grew stronger. The hours flew by, and before they knew it, they were exhausted.

Late at night, their maman, Pascale, and their oldest brother, Lorenzo, returned home to find an unexpected scene. Charles, Y/N and Arthur were fast asleep, curled up on the couch, their heads resting against each other, Y/N had her head resting on Arthur's chest, as the younger brother had his head in Charles’ lap.

Pascale and Lorenzo stood quietly, gazing at their sleeping children, their hearts filled with love and pride.

"Maman, regardez!" Lorenzo whispered, a tender smile gracing his lips. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Pascale's eyes filled with tears, her heart swelling with love for her children. "Oui, mon chéri. C'est magnifique" whispered Pascale, her voice filled with tenderness.

Lorenzo nodded, his voice gentle as he replied, "Indeed. It's moments like these that remind us of the unbreakable bond between siblings."

Pascale leaned against Lorenzo, and they shared a quiet moment of admiration for their children, realizing that despite the occasional arguments, their siblings' love was unwavering.

In that stormy night, their connection as twins and as siblings, was etched into their hearts forever, reminding them that the storms of life would only strengthen their bonds, making them unbreakable.

Hope you having a good day, could you do leclercxsister with all her brothers and she has epilepsy and has a seizure at a race and her brothers confort and help her. Hope this fits in with you’re guidlines 💛

Why do you only ask me for her to be sick?? poor yn 🫠🫠

pd.: i dont know about the seizures so i searched in google

The sun shone brightly over the Leclerc family estate as Y/N, the youngest Leclerc sibling, stepped out of the grand house, a leash in her hand. At her side was Eric, a beautiful golden retriever trained to assist her during her epilepsy episodes. Today was a special day; her older brothers, Arthur, Lorenzo, and Charles, were all together, along with their respective companions.

Y/N's epilepsy had presented challenges in her life, but she was determined to never let it define her. Her brothers had always been there for her, supporting her every step of the way. With their love and care, Y/N felt invincible.

As she approached the courtyard, she spotted Charles, her closest confidant, talking with their trainer and performance coach, Andrea. They conversed animatedly in French.

Y/N smiled and called out, "Charles! Andrea! Bonjour!"

Charles turned around, a wide grin forming on his face. "Ah, Y/N! Bonjour. Are you ready for our training session today?"

Y/N nodded, her enthusiasm evident. "Of course! I'm always ready to train with the best coach and brother by my side."

Andrea chimed in, his Italian accent coloring his words. "Sei pronta? (Are you ready?)

Y/N nodded again, feeling a surge of determination. "Sono pronta! Grazie, Andrea. (I'm ready! Thank you, Andrea)

They made their way to the training area, a spacious field surrounded by lush greenery. The sound of laughter and conversation filled the air, as Lorenzo, the oldest Leclerc brother, and Joris, Charles's photographer and friend, joined them.

Arthur, the youngest of the Leclerc brothers, bounded towards Y/N, his energy palpable. "Y/N, Eric! Are you guys ready for an adventure?"

Y/N chuckled. "Always, Arthur. But you better keep up with me this time!"

With that, they embarked on a day of fun and training. Y/N's golden retriever companion, Eric, stuck close to her, always alert and ready to assist whenever an episode occurred.

The Leclerc siblings displayed their competitive sides, engaging in friendly races and challenging each other with various physical activities. Amidst the laughter and playful banter, Y/N's condition was never forgotten.

YN felt a sudden aura, a warning sign of an oncoming seizure. She held onto Eric tightly as her vision darkened and her body grew weak, Eric sensed her distress and immediately sprang into action. He guided her to a safe spot, gently nudging her to sit down. The others gathered around, their concern etched on their faces. Charles, always vigilant, rushed to her side, offering a supportive arm.

Andrea quickly sprang into action, speaking to YN to keep her calm and reassured. "Stai tranquilla, YN. Siamo qui con te" (Stay calm, YN. We're here with you)

Lorenzo and Arthur knelt down, worried expressions etched on their faces. "We've got you, YN," Lorenzo said softly, gently stroking her hair.

As the seizure subsided, YN gradually regained consciousness, blinking away the fog in her mind. She saw her brothers and the others surrounding her, their faces filled with love and concern.

"Merci, everyone," YN whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "I couldn't ask for better brothers and friends."

Joris patted her shoulder gently. "You're a warrior, Y/N. Don't forget that."

With their unwavering support, Y/N gradually regained control. She stood up, her resolve firm. "Thank you, everyone. Let's keep going."

And so, they resumed their activities, alternating between training sessions and lighthearted games. The bond between the Leclerc siblings grew stronger with each passing moment.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the estate, Y/N reflected on the day's events. Despite her condition, she felt a profound sense of strength and belonging. She knew that her epilepsy was not a weakness but rather a part of her story, one that her brothers and their companions embraced fully.

With the Leclerc family's unwavering love and support, Y/N knew she could face any challenge life threw her way. Together, they were an unbreakable force, bound by blood and an unyielding bond.

As they gathered for a group photo, Y/N looked at her brothers and their companions, her heart filled with gratitude. With a smile that radiated pure joy, she whispered, "Je vous aime tous. Grazie per essere qui con me. (I love you all. Thank you for being here with me)

In that moment, surrounded by her loved ones, Y/N felt invincible, ready to conquer the world.

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.

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.

HI, first I want to say that I like you Leclerc sister imagines, and I don't know that you still accepting requests but could you do a Leclerc sister one where you are Arthur twin (and younger by some minutes) and you starts dating a driver like Felipe Drugovich (Aston Martin reserve driver) but your brothers doesn't know but only your mom and they find out and act like protective brothers they are

had to put this picture they are so cute i love their baby pictures

Giulia Leclerc, known as Gi or Gigi to her friends, was used to living in the shadows of her older brothers. Being born just minutes apart from her twin brother, Arthur, he never let her forget that he was the older one, and he relished in bragging rights. But Giulia had a secret passion that she kept hidden from her brothers and the racing world – she was dating a talented driver named Felipe Drugovich.

After winning the F2 Championship in 2022 and becoming the reserve driver for Aston Martin in F1, Felipe had become a rising star in the motorsport world. But their love story was like a carefully crafted masterpiece, known only to Giulia's mother, Pascale. Giulia hadn't found the right time to reveal her relationship to her overprotective brothers, knowing they would react like any loving but fiercely defensive siblings.

One weekend, while her brothers were visiting, a notification popped up on her phone. Lorenzo's curiosity got the better of him, and he reached for it just as Gi realized her mistake. "Non, Enzo, don't!"

But it was too late; Lorenzo saw a sweet text from Felipe with a string of heart emojis. His eyes widened, and he exchanged a surprised look with Arthur. Charles, unaware of the unfolding drama, continued to scroll through his social media feed.

Lorenzo cleared his throat, and Gi's heart sank. She knew that her brothers wouldn't take this well. Arthur shot her a disapproving look while Lorenzo tried to maintain his composure. "Giulia, is this Felipe Drugovich, and why is he texting you with hearts?"

Stammering, Giulia tried to find the right words. "Well, you see... Felipe and I have been dating for a while now, and we just didn't want to make a big fuss about it."

"Qu'est-ce qui se passe? (What's going on?)" Charles asked, concerned.

Arthur turned to his older brother and spilled the secret, "Gigi is dating Felipe Drugovich!"

Charles and Lorenzo were stunned into silence. Then, their overprotective instincts kicked in, and they started firing questions at Giulia.

"Gigi, how long has this been going on?" Lorenzo asked.

"Are you sure he's a good guy?" Charles added.

"I don't need you both interrogating my love life, I’m 22!" Giulia exclaimed, tears welling in her eyes.

Lorenzo and Charles exchanged glances before Charles spoke gently, "We just want to protect you, Gigi. You're our little sister."

Giulia took a deep breath, realizing their intentions were pure. "I know, and I appreciate it, but Felipe is a wonderful person. I love him, and I hope you can trust my judgment"

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The next race weekend, as the cars roared on the track, Giulia watched anxiously from the paddock with Pascale by her side. Suddenly, she spotted her three brothers walking toward Felipe's team garage, looking intimidating.

Arthur crossed his arms, giving Felipe a stern look, "Bonjour, Felipe. We need to have a little chat."

"A very serious chat" Lorenzo chimed in, following his younger brother’s words

Felipe, surprised but composed, replied, "Uh, hello, guys. What's this about?"

Charles put an arm around Giulia, who was biting her lip nervously, "Our sister means a lot to us, Felipe. We just want to make sure you won't hurt her."

Lorenzo chimed in, "And if you do, well, let's just say we have connections in this sport."

Felipe chuckled, realizing the protective brothers were just teasing. "Don't worry, I care about Giulia a lot. I won't do anything to hurt her."

Arthur smirked, "Good. Just remember, we're always watching."

 "Just remember, one wrong move, and you'll have three overprotective Leclerc brothers on your tail" Charles threat Felipe with a bit of sarcasm

"Noted" Felipe agreed while sarcastically doing the military greeting

Over the next few weeks, and gradually, they saw the genuine love between the couple. Though they remained protective, they learned to accept Felipe as a part of their extended family.

In time, the Leclerc brothers found peace in Giulia's happiness, understanding that love on and off the track could be as exhilarating as a high-speed race. And so, the bonds of family grew stronger as they embraced the speed of love and life together.

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.

Behind the camera: chapter 1

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It was a warm summer afternoon in the small town of Monte Carlo, Monaco, where the Leclerc family resided. Yn and Charles, just three years old, were playing in their backyard, their laughter echoing through the air. Despite being twins, Yn and Charles had their distinct personalities and looks, yet they shared an unbreakable bond

"Charles, catch me if you can!" Yn giggled, running around the garden, her little feet barely keeping up with her enthusiasm

"Attends, Yn! I'm coming!" Charles called back, his eyes shining with excitement as he chased after his sister

Their playtime was always filled with joy and mischief, and today was no exception. Their older brother, Lorenzo, joined in the fun

"Lorenzo, regarde! Look at me!" Yn shouted as she tried to perform a somersault. "Je peux le faire! I can do it!"

Lorenzo clapped his hands, "Wow, Yn! That was great!"

Charles, feeling a little competitive, decided to show off too. "Watch this! Je vais faire un saut en hauteur! I'm going to do a high jump!"

Yn and Lorenzo watched in awe as Charles jumped, trying to touch the lowest branch of a nearby tree. He didn't quite reach it, but his attempt was still impressive.

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In the following weeks, Yn attended her ballet classes with enthusiasm, and her love for dancing only grew. Charles, on the other hand, developed an interest in racing from a young age. Hervé, a racing enthusiast himself, couldn't be happier to see his son's passion for speed and cars. He gifted Charles a small toy race car, which quickly became his most treasured possession

"Maman, look what I can do!" Yn twirled around clumsily, trying her best to imitate the graceful movements she had seen on TV. Her parents smiled lovingly, encouraging her tiny attempt at ballet

"Très bien, ma chérie! You're doing great," her mother praised, clapping her hands. "You'll be a wonderful little ballerina!"

"Charles, you should try too!" Yn beamed, hoping her brother would join in her enthusiasm for ballet.

Charles laughed and shook his head. "No, no, Yn. I want to be a race car driver like Papa! Vroom vroom!" He pretended to steer an imaginary car, and Lorenzo enthusiastically joined in the play

Pascale and Hervé watched their daughter with pride, celebrating every little step she took in her ballet journey. However, Yn's clumsiness soon caught the attention of the other girls in her ballet class, who began to tease and make fun of her

"Regardez-la, elle danse comme un éléphant maladroit! (Look at her, she dances like a clumsy elephant!)" one of the girls mocked, causing the others to giggle.

Yn felt her enthusiasm waning, her heart heavy with sadness. She couldn't understand why the other girls were mean to her, but she was determined not to let their words discourage her.

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As the twins grew older, they started kindergarten, and Yn was excited to embark on this new adventure with her brother. However, things didn't go as smoothly as she had hoped. Charles, being the more outgoing and confident of the two, quickly made friends with the other children, while Yn struggled to connect with her peers

One day, after a particularly challenging day at school, Yn came home feeling downcast. She sat at the kitchen table with her parents, sharing her feelings

"Maman, Papa, pourquoi est-ce que Charles a toujours des amis, et moi, je n'en ai pas?" (Mom, Dad, why does Charles always have friends, and I don't?) Yn asked tearfully

Her parents exchanged understanding glances, and her father pulled her into a comforting hug. "Ne t'inquiète pas, ma chérie. Les amis viendront avec le temps. Tu es spéciale, tout comme ton frère." (Don't worry, my dear. Friends will come with time. You're special, just like your brother)

Yn nodded, trying to hold back her tears. She wished she could be as confident and popular as Charles, but it seemed like an impossible task

Months passed, and Yn tried her best to keep her feelings buried, not wanting to upset her brother or their parents. But one day, the weight of it all became too much to bear. Unable to hold back any longer, Yn confronted Charles during their walk home from school

"Charles, tu ne comprends pas. C'est difficile pour moi. Les autres se moquent de moi et je n'ai pas d'amis" she finally confessed, her voice quivering with emotion. (Charles, you don't understand. It's hard for me. The others make fun of me, and I have no friends)

Charles stopped in his tracks, finally seeing the pain in his sister's eyes that he had been blind to for so long "Je suis désolé, Yn. Je ne savais pas) he said, feeling regretful (I'm sorry, Yn. I didn't know)

They sat down on a nearby bench, and Yn poured her heart out to Charles about the loneliness she had been enduring. Charles listened attentively, his heart aching for his sister. He realized how selfish he had been, caught up in his own excitement without noticing the pain she was going through.

"Je suis vraiment désolé, Yn. Je ne voulais pas te faire du mal. Je serai là pour toi, quoi qu'il arrive" Charles said, his eyes filled with sincerity. (I'm truly sorry, Yn. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll be there for you, no matter what happens)

Tears welled up in Yn's eyes as she hugged her brother tightly “Merci, Charles. Je t'aime” she whispered, feeling a rush of relief (Thank you, Charles. I love you)

From that day on, Charles made a conscious effort to include Yn in his circle of friends, and the two became inseparable. Yn also found solace in pursuing other hobbies and interests, such as drawing and storytelling, where her creativity and uniqueness were celebrated.

Their relationship grew stronger as they navigated through childhood together. Their parents often marveled at how inseparable they were, and even though they had their fair share of fights, their bond only deepened with time.

Behind the camera -> chapter 2

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One sunny afternoon, Yn's mother, Pascale, noticed her daughter dancing around the living room, mimicking the graceful movements she had seen on TV. Yn's eyes lit up with excitement as she tried to mimic the ballerinas she saw on a children's show. Observing her daughter's genuine interest, Pascale decided to enroll Yn in toddler ballet classes, hoping it would be an enjoyable experience for the young girl.

Excitedly, Yn attended her first ballet class with a heart full of enthusiasm. As she stepped into the dance studio, she noticed a group of girls already practicing their pliés and twirls. They appeared like little princesses, dressed in their pink tutus and ballet shoes, moving with elegance and grace.

As the class began, Yn tried her best to mimic the graceful movements of her instructor. However, she was a bit clumsy, often stumbling and losing her balance. Her tiny legs would wobble, and her coordination seemed far from perfect.

"Regardez-la ! Elle est maladroite !" (Look at her! She's so clumsy!) giggled one of the girls named Isabelle, pointing at Yn as they practiced their pliés.

"Oui, c'est vrai ! Elle danse comme un canard !" (Yes, that's true! She dances like a duck!) chimed in another girl, Elise.

The other girls joined in, mocking Yn's efforts and whispering behind her back. Tears welled up in Yn's eyes as she tried her best to ignore their hurtful remarks.

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As weeks passed, the situation at ballet class only worsened for Yn. The other girls excluded her from their little circle, leaving her feeling isolated and disheartened. Yet, she never let her spirit be completely crushed. She persevered and practiced in hopes of getting better

Yn's teacher, Madame Dupont, noticed the unpleasant behavior of the other girls after some days and intervened immediately. "Arrêtez ça tout de suite, les filles !" (Stop that right now, girls!) she scolded them firmly, her tone leaving no room for disobedience.

Madame Dupont then knelt down beside Yn, offering a warm smile that reassured the little girl. "Tu es une danseuse merveilleuse, Yn. Ne les écoute pas. Continue de faire de ton mieux, et tu seras une ballerine éblouissante !" (You are a wonderful dancer, Yn. Don't listen to them. Keep doing your best, and you will be a dazzling ballerina!)

Yn nodded, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. Madame Dupont's kind words gave her the courage to push through the obstacles and embrace her love for dance wholeheartedly.

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The situation wasn't much different when they started kindergarten. Charles's outgoing personality allowed him to form bonds with his classmates effortlessly. He was blissfully unaware that his popularity overshadowed Yn's presence in school

They remarked, "Pourquoi elle est toujours seule?" (Why is she always alone?) The words were like daggers to Yn's heart, and her eyes welled up with tears. "Je ne sais pas, peut-être qu'elle est bizarre." (I don't know, maybe she's weird) another kid said, and Yn's heart sank, and tears welled up in her eyes as she heard the cruel remarks. But the most hurtful comment came unexpectedly from Charles himself, who, without realizing the impact of his words, said, "Elle ne sait même pas comment se faire des amis!" (She doesn't even know how to make friends!)

For two long months, Yn endured the feeling of loneliness at school, while Charles remained blissfully ignorant of her turmoil. He spent his days laughing and playing, oblivious to the storm that brewed in his sister's heart. It reached a tipping point when one day, she couldn't bear it any longer.

That evening, at home, Yn mustered up the courage to confront Charles about her feelings. "Charles, pourquoi tu ne joues jamais avec moi à l'école ?" (Charles, why don't you ever play with me at school?) she asked, her voice quivering with emotion.

Confused, Charles replied, "Qu'est-ce que tu veux dire, Yn ? Je joue avec tout le monde. Tu n'es pas exclue." (What do you mean, Yn? I play with everyone. You're not excluded.)

But Yn couldn't hold back her pain any longer. "Tu ne comprends pas, Charles ! Tout le monde se moque de moi et dit des choses méchantes ! Et toi, tu ne fais que me repousser pour être avec tes amis ! Tu ne te soucies même pas de moi !" (You don't understand, Charles! Everyone makes fun of me and says mean things! And you, you just push me away to be with your friends! You don't even care about me!)

Charles was taken aback by Yn's outburst. He hadn't realized the impact of his actions on his sister. "Je suis désolé, Yn. Je ne savais pas. J'étais égoïste, tellement heureux d'avoir autant d'amis, je n'ai pas réalisé que je te faisais du mal." (I'm sorry, Yn. I didn't know. I was selfish, so happy to have so many friends, I didn't realize I was hurting you.)

Tears streaming down her cheeks, Yn continued, "Les autres enfants se moquent de moi parce que je suis timide. Ils disent que je suis ennuyeuse et que je ne devrais pas être ta sœur." (The other kids make fun of me because I'm shy. They say I'm boring and that I shouldn't be your sister.)

Charles felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He had been so caught up in his own happiness that he had failed to see the pain his sister was going through. "Je suis désolé, Yn. Je promets de faire plus attention et d'être là pour toi à l'école et je vais t'aider à te faire des amis" (I'm sorry, Yn. I promise to pay more attention and be there for you at school and I'll help you make friends)

Yn's heart swelled with gratitude as Charles embraced her. The next day, Charles introduced Yn to his friends, encouraging them to include her in their games. Slowly but surely, Yn started to feel like she belonged

That evening, Charles went to their parents and confessed his mistakes. "J'ai été égoïste, maman, papa. J'ai blessé Yn. Je veux être puni." (I've been selfish, Mom, Dad. I hurt Yn. I want to be punished)

Their parents, understanding the importance of this learning experience, instead chose to teach their children a valuable lesson. "Ce n'est jamais trop tard pour faire mieux, Charles. Sois simplement là pour ta sœur." (It's never too late to do better, Charles. Just be there for your sister)

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From that moment on, Charles made a conscious effort to include Yn in his circle of friends. The next day, Charles introduced Yn to his friends, encouraging them to include her in their games, and they patiently encouraged her to open up. Slowly, Yn began to feel more at ease, and she found herself making connections with her peers. The other children soon discovered that beneath her shyness and clumsiness, Yn was a kind and caring friend. 

However, Yn's struggles continued in her ballet school. The girls there couldn't resist being envious of her natural grace and elegance, so they decided to ridicule her, hoping to dent her confidence. "Tu ne seras jamais aussi bonne que nous, Yn. Arrête d'essayer!" (You'll never be as good as us, Yn. Stop trying!) they jeered

"Elle n'a aucune grâce !" (She has no grace!), another girl sneered

"Pourquoi est-elle même ici ? Elle n'est pas faite pour la danse." (Why is she even here? She's not meant for dance)

Yn's determination, however, only grew stronger. She spent hours practicing, trying to prove to herself and her detractors that she deserved to be there. She practiced so much that her technique improved drastically, but the emotional toll was immense.

The insults and taunts persisted, but Yn learned to shield herself from the negativity. She danced with passion and determination, ignoring the jealous whispers around her. As time went on, her ballet form improved, and she found solace in the art form she loved.

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The Leclerc household was buzzing with excitement as Pascale and Hervé eagerly awaited the arrival of their fourth child. Yn and Charles, now three and a half years old, were thrilled at the idea of becoming older siblings. The twins had always been close, and the mere 18 minutes between them had created a unique bond.

Pascale and Hervé sat at a picnic table, sipping on lemonade and watching the children play. Pascale's hands rested gently on her growing belly, and she exchanged a loving look with Hervé. The family knew that their lives were about to change, and they were excited to share the news with the twins and Lorenzo.

"Maman, look how fast I can run!" Yn shouted as she dashed past her mother, her golden curls bouncing with each step.

"And I'm faster!" Charles chimed in, racing after her.

"Mes enfants, we have something special to tell you today" Pascale stated while putting some snacks in the afternoon for Lorenzo and the twins to recover energies after playing all day

“What is it, Maman? Is everything okay?" Lorenzo looked up at his mum from his chair

"Everything is more than okay, mon grand. You are going to have a baby brother!" Hervé looked expectant at his children who were left with a shocked face

"A baby brother? Again?" Lorenzo exclaimed, his eyes widening in excitement. "That's amazing!"

Yn's eyes widened, and she turned to Charles whispering "Tu entends ça? Un petit frère!"

"J'ai hâte" Charles smiled at her and both toddlers let out happy noises

"Will he play with us, Maman?" Charles asked his mum

"Bien sûr bébé. He will be a part of your little team" Pascale beamed at her little angels’ excitement

As the pregnancy progressed, Pascale experienced some cravings. Yn and Charles found it amusing to see their usually composed mother crave pickles with chocolate, or ice cream with hot sauce.

One evening, as they all sat together at the dinner table, Pascale giggled, "Je veux des cornichons et de la crème glacée" (I want pickles and ice cream.)

"Chocolate and pickles? That's funny, Maman!" the little girl said amused at her mum’s choice

"I know, it's quite strange, isn't it?" said Pascale laughing “Mais c'est ce que bébé veut" (But it's what the baby wants) Pascale replied, and they all shared a good laugh.

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As the due date approached, Pascale faced some difficulties during the delivery. The twins didn't fully understand what was happening, but they sensed their parents' worry.

"Lorenzo, we need you to be a big helper now, okay? Your Maman needs all the support we can give her." Hervé talked to his oldest son one afternoon and Lorenzo nodded, stepping up to the plate, determined to be strong for his family.

Finally, on October 14th 2001, and after a tense few hours, Pascale finally gave birth to a healthy baby boy. The twins were mesmerized as they peeked through the glass window of the hospital nursery two days after the birth when they went to meet their baby brother after being with their grandparents at home.

After the delivery, Hervé and Pascale gazed lovingly at their newborn son and then at each other, their eyes filled with tears of joy. "He's perfect, just like his siblings," Hervé said, his voice choked with emotion.

"Oui, il est parfait. Our little miracle," Pascale added, reaching out to touch Arthur's tiny hand.

A day later, Lorenzo and the twins were allowed to enter the room to meet their baby brother. Yn and Charles were both a little nervous, unsure about how to interact with such a tiny human. Lorenzo, on the other hand, had experienced being an older brother before, and he couldn't wait to hold Arthur.

"Come here, you two," Lorenzo said, patting the bed beside him. "He's tiny, but he won't break, I promise."

Yn and Charles approached the bed cautiously, and with Lorenzo's help, they gently touched Arthur's tiny fingers. "He's so small," Yn observed with awe.

"And he's our little brother," Charles added, smiling.

Over the next few months, the twins adapted to having a baby brother in the house. They loved helping Pascale with diaper changes and singing lullabies to soothe Arthur to sleep. Lorenzo also took his big brother responsibilities seriously, proudly showing Arthur his toy collection and making him laugh with silly faces.

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One sunny afternoon, when Arthur was around seven months old, Yn had a ballet function, and her family decided to accompany her. They watched as Yn gracefully danced on stage, and Arthur's eyes sparkled with joy as he clapped his tiny hands, completely enthralled by his older sister's performance.

The lights dimmed, and Yn gracefully took the stage. Her family watched in awe as she danced, her movements fluid and elegant.

"Regarde, Arthur! C'est Yn, ta grande sœur!" (Look, Arthur! It's Yn, your big sister!) Pascale said, her eyes sparkling with pride and Arthur giggled, seemingly understanding the connection.

"Tu es venu me voir danser, petit frère?” (Did you come to watch me dance, little brother?) Yn ran to her family after her solo and hugged her brother and Arthur squealed in delight as she did so, clapping his tiny hands.

When Yn finished her solo, the audience erupted in applause, and Arthur, sitting in Lorenzo’s lap, couldn't contain his excitement. He kicked his legs and clapped his hands, giggling with delight.

After the performance, Yn ran off the stage and straight into her family's arms. She scooped up baby Arthur, who babbled happily, seemingly recognizing his older sister.

"Maman, papa, did you see me? Did you see Arthur clapping for me?" Yn beamed with pride.

Hervé and Pascale exchanged a knowing look, their hearts filled with joy. "Yes, ma chérie, we saw," Pascale said, gently caressing Arthur's head. "It seems like he's your biggest fan"

Yn smiled at her baby brother's reaction knowing that she had her family's love and support, just as they had supported her throughout her life

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"Loving you is beautiful, it's killing me."

They say the universe works in mysterious. That everything is planned in accordance to a higher force that allows one to experience the glory and loss of life . However, over generations, people was taught to live life to the fullest. To make decisions that would benefit the person, to not look back to the past; to keep moving forward up until the taste of glory from the finish line is in reach.

But, was it so bad to linger in the past when the present offers monsters one cannot fight?

Because if so, Y/n L/n is guilty of such crime.

She often think of the past and the overwhelming feeling of changing something to help her navigate to the right path. A path that would allow her heart to not fall for the one person she deemed far beyond her. If there was some higher power in charge, she would wish to have never been friends with him, Charles Leclerc.

Formula 1 driver for Scuderia Ferrari, Il Predistinato himself, the Golden Boy, the one and only Lord Perceval, the charming, enegmatic, kind, dedicated, brave, loyal and most of all, her very important friend, Charles.

But was it alright to keep such title when her heart has betrayed her from long ago? When the fact of seeing a glimpse from him causes her lips to curve into a smile and for her heart to burst - wanting to be free from its cage.

And as she stands from the sideline, watching as her friend get ready for the awaited race of the year for the people of Monaco, Y/n realizes that the love she has for Charles carries pain beyond the beauty it brings.

The day he dated Charlotte, was the day she knew the burst of love she has for him. And as they continued to spend time together, she saw the happiness that is constant whenever Charlotte is within radius. It was an eye opener for years on end, but she evaded the signs. She denied the warnings as though they were but dust in her shoes. Yet now, now that she watches how his eyes glowed with both love and adoration, she knew that the game has ended. But how can it be when there was no competition at all?

Heartbreaking the truth can be, it still tore the heart that longs for a love being displayed at front. Y/n will never be able to deny it, Alexandra is such a beautiful soul. She has everything that the driver would want. Intelligent, kind, understanding, and she is a beauty to behold. She might have one or two of the things that Charles' girlfriend is but she is not her, and will never be.

Nevertheless, beyond the pain it brought, she held her ground and smiled as Charles made way to her.

" Everything is going to be alright. You're gonna stand on top of the podium today while all of Monaco cheers for you." Y/n stated as she saw how his eyes dimmed its shine from the wreck of which anxiety has taken hold of him.

Charles does not need to say anything. Y/n knew him like the back of her hand and she had always believed that one of these days, Monaco will finally give the love that he deserves.

" Thank you." Was all Charles said upon hugging the woman that has always been by his side.

Through the ups and down, she was there. Not on the spotlight, but a constant reminder that he will never be alone. A shadow that brings comfort in him, knowing that someone firmly believes that he can be champion one day. And he is grateful for her.

" Always." She whispered like a silent prayer.

And it goes like that during the agonizing race. Even when Charles was leading and able to maintain a large gap, Y/n couldn't find it in herself to celebrate yet. The dread was still there from the past races where the very circuit he love seemed to curse him to fail ang grovel. Even when there were only two laps left, Y/n gasp out a breath as she felt the anxiety, excitement, and pain combined accelerate her beating heart.

When the checkered flag was waved, when the cheers echoed from the streets of Monaco, when she saw the blazing red marked with a number she knew all too well printed on it, Y/n's heart stopped, literally, that she clung to her chest as she kept on gasping for much needed air.

If anything, she would have been on the floor, unconscious, if not from the bone-crushing hug of Pascale and the Leclerc brothers. Y/n may not have heard it clearly when they spoke, but she know how proud Charles' mother and brothers are. From the trembling hands that envelop her, the wide smiles and red-rimmed orbs of his brothers to the break from the adult's sentence, she knew it, surely. Apart from this, she heard it, loud and clear, as Monaco finally love Charles back. She felt it in her body as the electrifying taste of glory overcame the once cursed circuit - the circuit that witnessed and mocked Charles to be a failure.

Y/n is standing to the dream envisioned by a pair of friends from long ago. The past motioned from her eyes as she saw the small figure of a child dreaming to one day conquer the very streets that he walks all his life. She saw how his eyes sparkled and a smile to form from his face. She always believed in it. All throughout the years, for every season that the driver has to race in his home circuit, Y/n would picture the Monaco flag waving, a sea of red and white celebrating the win from the only Monegasque driver and a logo of a prancing horse moving from how the wind kissed its flag.

Finally, it happened. She saw Charles standing atop his car, hands up above as he bask in the celebration of his win. Even with how blurry her orbs had gone from the tears she did not knew came, she still saw from his face covered in helmet, the redness from his own eyes clearly from crying, yet beyond it is the inexplicable surge of happiness.

Everyone ran closer to their dearest driver, they chanted his name; further solidifying the fact that he is loved by his home, by his people, and by everyone who believed he could do it. And when joy was hard to keep, Charles ran towards his team, praising him for making history. He also hugged Arthur, Enzo and friends, ran to his girlfriend, Alex, and kissed the life out of her. He showed the world the most important people in his life that contributed to his win. At last, he bathed in the triumph and praise.

All the while, Y/n stood stuck from her place with Pascale. Looking intently at her after the showcase of love her son displayed to the world for his girlfriend. The adult saw how the smile, tears, and happiness of before was washed by pain from that simple display of affection. She was no brainier to not see how the younger woman looks at her son. How simple gestures from Charles causes red to stain her cheeks. And from years of being a mother figure to Y/n, Pascale admired and pity the situation the younger woman is in. How can a person love so much and be killed from such love is truly unacceptable.

" Aren't you gonna go and congratulate him?" Pascale asked as she side hugged the younger woman.

" Maybe later, Maman. There's still so many people that wants to have a moment of his time and congratulate him. It will not hurt anyone if I give way, right." Y/n replied to her mother figure.

" But he'll be happy if you would do it now. You're the most important person to him."

" I doubt that. I'm no more than a friend to him and I see nothing wrong with it." Y/n muttered. Trying to convince Pascale and herself of such truth. But the older woman knew. If it was easy to see it from Y/n, how difficult was it to see how her son felt for his closest friend. The woman that has always been constant in his life. When every girlfriends of his come and go, when his career becomes suffocating, and when everything seems to crush him, Y/n was always there to be a leaning shoulder, a helping hand, and the person he's able to find comfort in.

However, no one can deny the fact that she really is just a close friend of the famous driver. She is not his girlfriend that can openly show to the whole world how loved he is. Hence, the ceremony continued at its peak. Charles stands on the top podium - the Monaco flag drape upon his shoulder, face red from undeniable relief and tears, whilst he proudly sing his nations anthem.

Y/n bear witness of this monumental moment. She stands below and in the comfort of Pascale and everything dawn on her. The win, the celebration, the smile, the cheers, the anthem, the flag, and the pain that swims depths in her core, yet she smiled.

" This is where I leave you."

People say that the hardest thing in love is seeing the love of your life happy with another. They're not so wrong. However, they also failed to tell others that leaving the very person that has became your world, the very air you breath, and the reason for sunshine in the morning is painstakingly arduous and painful.

If only she was given a heads-up, she would have held on tightly as the foundation of their love crumble as every season pass.

Y/n L/n did not know when everything started to change. When the colors so vivid started to dim and the love as red as his dream car faded. She can still remember the very first time she held his hand, the first hugs, kiss, and the first of everything. She and Charles loved each other as if the love they have is the only right thing there is. Maybe it is at one point. Because looking back, she came to realize that she had become a liability to him.

As Charles Leclerc continue to soar in the world of racing, Y/n felt that she has been holding him down - stopping him from reaching his true potential. They are two worlds completely differing each other. As he stands and bask in the spotlight, she found peace in the shadows. They walk in fame and peace, separately, and that's when the support she had been giving was not enough, no more. That even when their love clings on to the hope that this can be overcome just like the other times it did, it seemed that their love has its limit. From the whispers of people to the unending hungry stares of women wanting a piece of him, as though he is a prize in a game, caused cracks in their hardened relationship that stood proudly with time.

Y/n loved him too much that she stood by him. Through the ups and downs, the laughter and tears, and to the most painful of times. She was beside him when Jules passed; she became his rock and comfort. Even that was not enough for the world is cruel. It did not give their love time to blossom beautifully, it withered and died unwittingly.

Now, 6 years later, everything has changed so as everyone. But it seemed he did not. Looking as the blazing red car seamlessly turn and sped off to the finish line, proved her theory. His dream still stand firm and she was grateful she was there to witness as he stands victorious in his home race. Maybe everything did not change, because if it is, then it wouldn't hurt this much. The memories of the past still fresh in her mind - his tear stained face, the broken sobs and the tight arms that envelop her, haunted her for years and it was at this moment that she felt its full force. A wave of nausea hit her as she stands looking up at her past love. She could no longer stop the tears as she sobbed and held her chest as he proudly give honor to Jules and Herve above.

'He did it Jules, Herve. He conquered Monaco and they love him back.'

Hence, she turned her back one last time. Just like she did all those years ago. How she broke his heart and left him to pick up the pieces. But leaving him today hurts so much more as she made peace with the truth. This will be the end of their story. Every step away from him tore her further as finally she lets go of the past, of him.

"How can you be so selfish?"

Y/n stood stuck as the ever familiar voice laced with a thick accent reverberated in her ears. It couldn't be right?

"How dare you come here and leave again." It was no question as his voice is laced with venom.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." was the only thing that came to y/n's lips as her hands found comfort in them. She cannot face him. Could not. Would not.

"Did you really think it was that easy. Do you take me as a fool to just forgive you?" Charles growled as he view the figure of the woman he had loved in the past.

"Look at me and tell me why you did it." he yelled as he felt his heart constrict.

Charles Leclerc thought that he was over the past. That he had buried everything to the deepest parts of his memories. That he had already forgotten the shape of her face, her infectious smile, and everything good about her. How selfish can she be coming today and showing her face to him like nothing happened? How dare she cry as he triumph? How dare his heart skip a beat upon seeing her.

The man that he became is someone he does not even recognize. The podiums, the wins, the praises, everything felt like a buzz in his ears. He could not feel himself again. Upon picking up the pieces of him that was left after her ruthless goodbye, he has learned to close his heart. Every relationship after her was for a naught when every peaceful nights, her face is the one he sees as was every waking dawn. He tried to move on, to forget everything about her but it was hard. So hard that no matter the pain she gave, his heart still beats for her only.

And seeing her today, just proved it. He did not care about the win at all, he knows that he made his father and godfather proud. It was because of them that he was able to race but, it was she that became his driving force to continue. And when she left, the world stopped.

"Look at me." he pressed as he held his anger. Afraid that he would lash out in front of millions.

But he did not care. He wanted to know what happened. Why she left as if he was no more than a stranger. He give no mind to the eyes that follow his and her every move. To all the rumors and backlash be damned. He needed this after all this years.

Slowly but surely, he found his forest colored orbs trained to the eyes that held warmth from before. He was now met with the face of the person he had laid his heart to.

" Charlie, I'm so sorry..."

" Don't!... don't call me that. You have no right."

" Brother, not here. Please." Arthur begged as he held his older brother. Reminding him that all of Monaco has their eyes trained on them, that the camera has panned to their stature when Charles ran down the podium after the anthem was over. The festive circuit has quieten, nervously awaiting the scene to unfold. People of the world are waiting as the race was aired live.

" No. I need to know, 'Tur." Charles, ever stubborn, state as he stepped closer to Y/n, causing the woman to panic further.

" Arthur's right. Not here, please." Y/n stuttered as she felt every eyes on her frame. Mocking and judging her.

" What do you know about what's right. You left remember. You left me to die. You're. selfish."

" Stop. Please..."

" No! Not until you tell me why you did it."

"Just stop. Please stop."

" Then tell me!"

" I was scared!" Y/n yelled as the tears streamed unending. She has finally done it. If this is the last time, then let it be done with.

" After Jules' death, I came to realize that it could happen to you anytime. No matter how careful you are, there is no guarantee that you would come out unscathed. Every time you drive that car, I pray to God, to every force that is listening to protect you because I cant!"

" When Jules was on his deathbed, no one but me and your family saw how you seem to die with him. Yes, I vowed to be with you always. But if being with you meant that every second of every season you race meant death is upon you, how can I have the strength to be strong and be able to stay."

Charles was left dumbfounded. He did not know. Why didn't you tell him. He would have understood. He was ready to give up everything for her, even the sport he loves.

"I can't have you give up racing because of me. I don't want you to resent me in the long run. If breaking both our hearts mean you'll be able to race and win, then it was worth it." Y/n finished as she hung her head low.

She has finally said it. All those years of torment, of heartache, of everyday wanting to go back and apologize was not for nothing. Both of them can finally move on as the truth was laid bare for everyone to see.

" How..." Charles started, not knowing what to say. The anger that made home to his heart was easily melted by knowing the truth. If only he had known, he would have never stopped looking for her, never stopped trying to win her again.

What was the point of this 'what if's' now that she has clearly moved on. But he is not Charles Marc Herve Perceval Leclerc for nothing. No matter what, he'll try and try up until he triumph. Hence, he steeled himself, ready for what was to come next.

"Why are you worrying of the things that has yet to happen?" he started moving much closer to the woman he has always love.

" Please, don't do that. Just because of what happened before does not mean that it will happen now."

" You can never guarantee that. I cannot have y-"

" Y/n, look at me." Charles softly cradled her face, wiping the unending tears and soothing the chaos that is her mind.

" The things that has yet to happen does not dictate for us to lose hope. To be broken and sad. Why can't we worry about it when it happens? We'll worry about it when it comes. We'll cry when we're there. "

" No, Charles. Listen to me. You will never understand this even when you know everything. It will never change anything. And I have no right to love you." All broken and judged, she laid it for him.

However, Charles pursued. He will never let her go again. Never. Even if she tried every way possible for her to hurt him, he'll stay. Now more than ever.

" Why do you need the right to love me? I will say this once and for all, it's okay. So love me like you did before...or so much more." he reiterated as his forehead kissed hers. He closed his eyes, savoring the warmth that emanated from her.

" You do not have to worry about what happened before happening again. I will stay by your side until you beg me not to. I have loved you before, right now and always. So please stay." he pleaded for the world to see.

But he did not care. He only cared for her, for Y/n. Because after all this time, he never forgot. His heart has always yearned for her just like how it beats for her alone. And it burst with love for the woman before him as he gaze onto her eyes. He saw everything there. Everything that she cannot put into words. And who was he to not seal it, again. Hence, he kissed the life out of her. The years of longing, hatred and guilt poured into that one kiss as the world cheered for them.

The flashes of cameras and the deafening cheer echoed in the street of his home as his love is back. He made thanks to the God he had never believed and the string that has yet to snap. Indeed it was true, ' the string may bend and tangle, but it will never break.' That the years apart was no punishment but, a way for them to grow - to see things clearly, to look back and learn that what happened was worth it. Yes, it did break them but, it also taught them that a relationship is partnership, that it really does take two to tango.

But then again, they were but humans, the two of them. Faulty but faithful. Hence, they'll hold tightly this time - never letting go, and remembering the start. Because Pascale was right, we only regret the chances we didn't take.