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First Podium, Family Celebration

-> it has been a good weekend for the Leclerc family and specially the little Leclerc sibling

As the sun rose over the Bahrain International Circuit, the tension in the air was palpable. It was the start of the 2023 F2 season, and for one young driver, this race meant everything. And what's more exciting is that you will be racing alongside your twin brother, Arthur Leclerc. He is older than you by 16 minutes, but you both share the same passion for racing. You were signed by Prema, while Arthur was with Dams.

As you arrived at the circuit for the first race of the season, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. You were competing against some of the best drivers in the world, and you wanted to prove yourself. But at the same time, you were also excited to be racing alongside your brother. As you headed out for the first practice session, you quickly got into the rhythm of things. You felt comfortable in the car, and you were setting some decent lap times.

As the weekend progressed, you started to gain more confidence, and by the time qualifying came around, you were ready to go all out. Qualifying was intense, and you were fighting hard for a good grid position. You managed to put in a solid lap and ended up qualifying in P4. Arthur, on the other hand, was a bit further back in P7.

As you approached your car, you saw Ollie Bearman, your teammate and former crush, grinning at you. "Good luck out there," he said, giving you a pat on the back. "You've got this."

You smiled back at him, feeling grateful for the support. It was then that you heard a voice behind you. "Hey there, ma puce" Arthur said, using the nickname he had given you when you were kids.

You turned around to see your brother standing there, looking just as nervous as you felt. "Hey Turo," you replied, using the nickname you had given him. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling good," Arthur said, grinning. "But not as good as you're going to feel when you get up on that podium."

You laughed, feeling your nerves start to dissipate. "Thanks, Arty. That means a lot coming from you. You are going to be there too"

With a final grin, Arthur wished you luck and made his way back to the Dams team garage. You watched him go, feeling a sense of pride and affection welling up inside you. Despite the playful rivalry between you, you knew that Arthur was always there for you when it mattered.

The race itself was a blur of speed and adrenaline. You pushed your car to the limit, trying to stay ahead of the pack and secure that coveted podium spot. When the checkered flag finally came down, you felt a surge of triumph as you crossed the finish line in second place.

Race day arrived, and you were feeling pumped. You knew that you had a good chance of getting a podium, and you were determined to make it happen. As the lights went out, you got off to a good start, and you were immediately fighting for positions. Arthur had a fantastic start and quickly made his way up the field. He was pushing hard and was soon battling for the lead. You were a bit further back, but you were also making progress.

As the race progressed, Arthur was leading the way, and you were right behind him in P2. You could see him pushing hard, and you knew that he wanted to win. You also knew that you had a chance of getting your first podium, and you were determined not to let it slip away. With a few laps to go, Arthur made a bold move and took the lead. You were right behind him, and you could see that he was driving at his absolute limit. You were also pushing hard, and you knew that you had to make a move soon if you wanted to win.

The Leclerc family was all present at the race, including your mother, Pascal, and your other brothers, Lorenzo and Charles.

In the end, Arthur held on to take the win, and you crossed the line in P2, securing your first podium finish in F2. As you pulled into Park Fermé, you could see your brothers, Charles and Lorenzo, waiting for you. They were both beaming with pride, and you could see how happy they were for you and Arthur. As you stepped out of your car, you ran towards your brothers, and you all hugged each other tightly. You were all cheering, and you could feel the love and support that your family had for you.

Arthur was already there, claiming that he had won the race and that he deserved all the attention. You playfully punched him in the arm, laughing, and started fighting for your family's attention. Turo was the first one to hug you, congratulating you on your achievement. He was genuinely proud of you, but he couldn't resist teasing you.

"I won the race!" he teased. "You're just second place!"

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove. "I beat you in qualifying yesterday, so I'm still ahead of you," you retorted.

"I knew you could do it" he said, opening your and his visor to look at your eyes.

"Thank you Tur Tur" you said with your helmets together, as he was leaned down to be at your height.

Your maman stepped in then, pulling you both into a tight hug. "I am so proud of both of mes enfants" she said, her voice choked with emotion. "Your father would be so proud of you too."

You all stood there for a moment, basking in the warmth of your family's love and support. It was a moment you would never forget.

"Hey, Carla!" you called out, waving to her. "Come over here and celebrate with us!"

Carla came over and hugged you tightly, congratulating you on your amazing performance. You had always been close to her, and she was like a sister to you.

As you continued to celebrate with your family, Arthur pulled you aside and whispered, "I know about you and Ollie, you know."

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at him in surprise. You had been crushing on Ollie for months, but you had never told anyone about your feelings, not even Arthur.

"How did you know?" you asked him.

"I could just tell," he said, shrugging. "Besides, it's not like you're very subtle about it."

You blushed, feeling embarrassed, but also relieved that your secret was out in the open.

"And what do you think?" you asked him hesitantly.

Arthur grinned mischievously. "I think it's about time you told him how you feel."

You smiled, feeling emboldened by his words.

As you stood on the podium, tears of joy streaming down your face, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion.

And so, later that night, after the race was over and the crowds had dispersed, you found Ollie waiting for you in the paddock.

You took a deep breath and walked up to him, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Hey," you said, your voice trembling slightly.

"Hey," he replied, looking at you expectantly.

You took a deep breath and blurted out, "I really like you, Ollie. I've liked you for a long time now, and I just wanted to tell you that."

Ollie looked at you, his eyes shining with emotion. "I like you too," he said, before leaning in and kissing you.

As you pulled away from him, you heard a loud whoop from behind you. And then, as you turned back to your family, you saw Arthur and his girlfriend Carla standing there, watching you with amused expressions on their faces, as Arthur started yelling, "I knew it!" Your mother and brothers scolded him for his little discretion, and Pascal even pulled his ear in jest. However, you all started laughing, and the moment was captured in a photo that would forever be cherished.

"Would you like to go out with me tonight?" he asked.

You grinned, feeling a rush of excitement. "Yes, I would," you said.

As the F2 season progressed, you and Ollie continued to grow closer, with Arthur teasing you both every step of the way. Despite the teasing, you knew that Arthur was genuinely happy for you and your success.

The shadow

inspired by the song "Someone to you" by Banners

The sun was shining brightly as the sound of roaring engines filled the air. The racetrack was bustling with excitement and adrenaline, and the atmosphere was electric. The Leclerc family was gathered in the stands, eagerly waiting for Charles to make his way onto the track. As the cars began to line up, the Leclerc family's excitement reached fever pitch. But amidst all the cheers and screams, one person was feeling left out - Sylvie Caroline Leclerc.

Ever since they were children, she had lived in Charles' shadow, they were born just minutes apart, but it seemed like Charles was always one step ahead of her. As the younger twin, they had always felt like they were playing second fiddle to her brother. Charles was always the one who excelled in sports, the one who got all the attention, and the one who everyone looked up to. And while the reader was happy for their brother's success, they couldn't help but feel like they were being left behind.

But today was different. Today, the reader was determined to prove to their family and the world that they were just as talented and deserving of success as Charles. Today, they were embarking on their own racing career, and they were determined to make a name for themselves.

As the race began, the reader watched intently, analyzing Charles' every move. They knew that they had a lot to learn, but they were ready for the challenge. As the laps ticked by, the reader couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. They were doing it. They were living their dream.

But as the race drew to a close, Sylvie's excitement was tempered by the realization that they would always be compared to Charles. No matter how hard they worked, no matter how much they accomplished, they would always be seen as the "other" Leclerc twin. It was a harsh truth, but it was one that the reader knew they would have to accept if they wanted to succeed.

As the Leclerc family gathered to congratulate Charles on his win, she hung back, feeling a mix of jealousy and pride. They knew that Charles deserved all the accolades he was receiving, but they couldn't help but feel like they were being left behind. They wanted to be celebrated too, to have their own moment in the spotlight.

The next few weeks were a blur of training, practice, and races. Sylvie was determined to prove themselves, and they threw themselves into their new career with all their heart and soul. But as they gained more experience, they realized that racing wasn't just about skill and talent - it was also about luck, timing, and opportunity. And while the reader was confident in their abilities, they couldn't help but feel like they were always one step behind.

As the 2020 F1 season drew to a close, the reader found themselves in the middle of a fierce competition. They were neck and neck with another driver, and they knew that every race could make or break their career. The pressure was intense, and the reader was feeling the weight of their family's expectations on their shoulders.

One day, after a particularly grueling practice session, she found herself alone with her mother. They had always been close, and she knew that they could confide in her. "Maman," they began tentatively, "I feel like I'm always living in Charles' shadow. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to shake off the feeling that I'm just the 'other' Leclerc twin."

Their maman wasn't happy either. She could see how much the competition was affecting her children, and she didn't like it. She tried to talk to Charles and Sylvie, to get them to see that they were on the same team, but it didn't seem to make much of a difference.

Their mother's expression softened, and she put a comforting hand on their shoulder. "Mon petit chou," she said in her soft French accent. "You are not just the 'other' Leclerc twin. You are your own person, with your own strengths and talents. It's natural to feel overshadowed by your brother succes, but you are as talented as him" she said hugging her not-so little girl.

"Merci maman" Sylvie thanks her while the two woman hug.

Later in the day, something unexpected happened. One of the other drivers, Sebastian Vettel, came up to Sylvie after being told by a little bird what she was feeling (little did she know her maman had told him) "You're a talented driver," he said, "and you deserve to be here just as much as anyone else."

Those words meant everything to Sylvie. For the first time, she felt seen and recognized as an individual, rather than just Charles's sister. She realized that she didn't have to prove anything to anyone but herself.

Sylvie found herself in the paddock, waiting to meet some of the other drivers. She was nervous - she had always been a bit of a wallflower, and she wasn't sure how she was going to fit in with the other drivers.

But as she stood there, waiting, she heard someone call her name. She turned around, and saw Daniel Ricciardo waving at her.

"Hey, Sylvie!" he said, jogging over to her. "I saw you race in karting a few years ago, you were really impressive."

Sylvie blushed. "Thanks," she said. "I'm trying to make a name for myself now."

"Well, you're definitely on the right track," Daniel said. "Listen, if you ever need any advice or anything, just let me know. We're all in this together, you know?"

Sylvie smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. Maybe she wasn't alone in this after all.

As the season went on, Sylvie found herself forming friendships with some of the other drivers. They would hang out in the paddock, swapping stories and advice, and Sylvie felt like she was finally starting to find her place in the racing world.

But back at home, things were still tense between her and Charles. They argued constantly, each trying to prove that they were the better racer. It seemed like there was no end in sight.

One day, their maman called them both into the kitchen. "Sit down," she said firmly. "We need to talk."

Charles and Sylvie exchanged wary glances, wondering what was coming next.

"I know that you two are very competitive with each other," their maman said. "But you need to understand that there's more to life than just racing. You're family, and you need to support each other, no matter what."

" Can I start?" Sylvie starts "Why does it always have to be about you, Charles? Can't you see that I'm just as good as you are?"

Charles shook his head in frustration. "You're just jealous because I'm the one who's had success in racing. If you were really as talented as you say you are, you would have proven it by now."

Their argument quickly escalated, and before long, the entire family was involved. Sylvie's maman tried to mediate, but both Sylvie and Charles were too stubborn to back down.

During one race, Sylvie's car spun out of control and crashed into the wall. She was shaken but unhurt, and as she climbed out of the wreckage, she saw Charles running towards her. He pulled her into a tight hug, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

"I'm sorry," he whispered in her ear. "I've been a terrible brother to you. I'm so proud of you, Sylvie. You're amazing, and you deserve to be here just as much as I do, I'm sorry for the way I've been treating you," Charles said. "I know I've been a bit of a jerk."

Tears streamed down Sylvie's face as she hugged him back. "I'm sorry too," she said. "I never wanted to compete with you, Charles. I just wanted to prove to myself and to everyone else that I could do this too" She said, feeling a weight lifted off her shoulders.

They spent the rest of the season racing against each other, but this time, they did it with mutual respect and support. They cheered each other on, offered advice and encouragement, and celebrated each other's successes.

Charles and Sylvie found themselves cheering each other on, despite their own individual successes and failures. They realized that they were stronger together

Other drivers on the circuit noticed the change in their dynamic, and they were impressed by the way the Leclerc siblings had overcome their differences. They approached Sylvie and Charles, offering words of praise and encouragement.

"You guys are something special," said Lewis Hamilton, the reigning world champion. "I've never seen siblings work together like this. You're an inspiration to us all."

Dancing to win

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She sure is" Charles adds

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2 part to: The engineer

It was a sunny morning in Monaco, and Yn Leclerc sat at the breakfast table with her family. Her mother, Pascale, had just finished serving them a delicious meal, and now they were engaging in light conversation before Yn's graduation ceremony.

"Je suis tellement fière de toi, ma chérie," Pascale said, placing a hand on Yn's arm. "You've worked so hard for this day."

Yn smiled gratefully at her mother. "Merci, Maman. I couldn't have done it without your support."

Her brothers, Lorenzo, Charles, and Arthur, nodded in agreement. They knew how dedicated Yn had been throughout her engineering studies, juggling her academic responsibilities and her part-time job.

Lorenzo spoke up, his voice filled with admiration. "Yn, tu es vraiment la plus intelligente d'entre nous. We're lucky to have you as our sister."

Yn's heart warmed at her brothers' words. She had always been proud of their achievements in motorsports, but sometimes, she couldn't help feeling a pang of insecurity. Being the only sibling pursuing higher education, she had often felt left out of their racing world.

"Merci, Lorenzo," Yn replied, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "I'm proud of all of you too, but sometimes I wish I could have been a part of the racing journey as well."

Charles, who had become an established Formula 1 driver, reached across the table and grasped Yn's hand. "Yn, we love and support you in everything you do. Racing might be our passion, but we know how hard you've worked for your degree."

Arthur chimed in, his tone sincere. "Exactly! We wouldn't be where we are without your unwavering support and encouragement. You're an integral part of our success."

Yn's eyes welled up with tears, and she squeezed Charles and Arthur's hands. "Thank you, both of you. I'm so lucky to have such amazing brothers."

Pascale, ever the nurturing mother, rose from her seat. "Enough of the mushy talk, mes enfants! We have a graduation to prepare for."

The family spent the next few hours together, helping Yn get ready for her big day. Pascale, a talented hairdresser, skillfully styled Yn's hair, creating an elegant updo. She then applied subtle makeup to enhance Yn's natural beauty.

As Yn looked at herself in the mirror, she felt a sense of confidence radiating from within. She was ready to face the world, armed with her education and the unwavering support of her family.

The graduation ceremony took place in a grand auditorium, with friends, faculty, and fellow students gathered to celebrate their achievements.

"Y/N Leclerc, s'il vous plaît, venez sur scène" Y/N's name was called, a sense of accomplishment washed over her. She gracefully walked across the stage, accepting her degree with honors from her professor, Madame Moreau. The audience erupted in applause, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards her family, especially her late father, who had instilled in her a passion for knowledge.

Y/N took a deep breath and made her way to the stage. Applause filled the room as she accepted her diploma with a radiant smile. In that moment, all her hard work and sacrifices felt worth it.

After the graduates received their diplomas, Y/N was invited to give a speech on behalf of her class. Standing at the podium, she felt a surge of confidence.

"Mesdames et messieurs, aujourd'hui, nous célébrons nos réalisations en tant qu'ingénieurs. Je tiens à remercier ma famille pour leur amour et leur soutien sans faille. Nous sommes tous ici grâce aux sacrifices de ceux qui nous ont précédé. En premier lieu, je tiens à remercier ma famille pour m'avoir soutenue tout au long de ce parcours. Votre amour inconditionnel m'a donné la force de poursuivre mes rêves. Aujourd'hui, je suis fière de dire que j'ai obtenu mon diplôme d'ingénieur avec mention." (Ladies and gentlemen, today we celebrate our achievements as engineers. I would like to thank my family for their unwavering love and support. We are all here because of the sacrifices of those who came before us. First I would like to thank my family for supporting me throughout this journey. Your unconditional love has given me the strength to pursue my dreams. Today, I am proud to say that I have graduated with honors as an engineer)

Her voice resonated through the auditorium, carrying her message of gratitude and determination. She acknowledged the challenges they had overcome and the dreams they now pursued.

"Nous sommes la preuve vivante que peu importe d'où nous venons, nous pouvons atteindre nos objectifs avec passion et détermination. Ne laissez jamais les obstacles vous décourager, et souvenez-vous que vous n'êtes jamais seuls. Aujourd'hui, nous sommes ici ensemble, en tant qu'une famille d'ingénieurs" (We are living proof that no matter where we come from, we can achieve our goals with passion and determination. Never let obstacles get in the way of you, and remember that you are never alone. Today, we are here together, as a family of engineers)

As Y/N concluded her speech, the room erupted into applause. The pride on her family's faces was immeasurable. Y/N had not only graduated with honors, but she had also inspired her peers.

Her family erupted into applause, their cheers blending with the thunderous applause of the crowd. Yn could see familiar faces in the audience, including some F1 drivers who had become friends with the little Leclerc because of Charles such as Max Verstappen, with his signature grin lighting up his face, stood up and clapped enthusiastically, Lando Norris and Pierre Gasly joined in the applause, their support evident.

Yn's heart swelled with gratitude. She had found her place, not on the racetrack but among these incredible individuals who recognized her dedication and achievements.

After the ceremony, the Leclerc family gathered for a joyous celebration. Laughter filled the air as they toasted to Yn's success. The F1 drivers joined in, sharing stories and lighthearted banter.

"Merci d'être toujours là pour moi. Je vous aime tous. (Thank you for always being there for me. I love you all)” yn said raising her glass, and the room was filled with cheers, laughter, and heartfelt conversations.

As the evening wore on, Yn found herself in a quiet corner of the room, reflecting on the day's events. She could feel her father's presence with them, despite his absence. He had instilled in them the values of love, unity, and unwavering support.

Charles approached Yn, a soft smile gracing his face. "You did it, Yn. Dad would have been so proud."

Yn nodded, tears of happiness brimming in her eyes. "I know, Charles. Today, I felt his love surrounding us."

The Leclerc siblings shared a warm embrace, a moment of connection and understanding that surpassed words. In that moment, they knew that their father's spirit lived on within each of them, binding them together through their shared experiences and unwavering support.

And so, the Leclerc family celebrated into the night, cherishing the triumphs, overcoming the challenges, and reaffirming their unbreakable bond. Together, they stood as a testament to the power of love, support, and the pursuit of dreams.

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.

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.