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I write little!Leclerc stories, where Yn is the little sister of Charles Leclerc.
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* Best friend
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* Daughter
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* George Russell
* Oscar Piastri
* Lewis Hamilton
* Max Verstappen
* Carlos Sainz
* Pierre Gasly
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Summary: At just 22, Yn has already made her mark as Red Bull Racing’s powerful and ambitious Team Principal. As the 2026 season draws to a close, she quietly sets her sights on two unexpected drivers. A secret dinner in Switzerland may change everything.
Pit Stop: Hey guys. I’m trying something new. Hope you enjoy. Please be aware that this is just a story! My requests are still open!
The paddock had finally gone quiet. Not completely quiet. Formula 1 never truly was.
Somewhere in the distance, a generator hummed. A few mechanics were still moving equipment through the garages, and the occasional laugh drifted through the nearly empty paddock. But compared to the noise of the weekend, the engines, the cameras, the endless questions, the thousands of people moving from one place to another, it felt almost peaceful.
Oscar was walking back toward the McLaren motorhome when he noticed her. Yn Yln.
At twenty-two, she was the youngest Team Principal on the Formula 1 grid and, arguably, one of the most talked-about people in the paddock. She had taken over Red Bull Racing with an authority that had surprised almost everyone. Older executives had underestimated her. Rival teams had dismissed her.
They had stopped doing that a long time ago.
Yn had a reputation for being ambitious, sharp, and almost impossible to intimidate. She rarely raised her voice. She never seemed to panic. And when she entered a room, people listened.
Oscar slowed as she approached him.
“Piastri.” He stopped. “Yn.” She smiled slightly. “Do you have a minute?” Oscar glanced toward the motorhome. “Yeah. Sure.”
Yn looked toward the emptying paddock. “You did well this weekend.” Oscar blinked. “Thanks.”
“No, I mean it.” She folded her arms. “You were consistent. You managed the tyres well, you made the right decisions when the race became unpredictable, and you didn’t let the pressure get to you.”
Oscar gave her a small, amused smile. “That’s a lot of compliments.” “Don’t get used to it.” He laughed quietly. Yn smiled too, but her expression quickly became more serious. “It’s been a difficult season for you.” Oscar’s smile faded slightly. “It’s been… interesting.” “That’s a very diplomatic way of saying it.” “I try to be diplomatic.” “You’re Australian. I expected you to be more honest.” Oscar raised an eyebrow. “I can be honest.” “Good.”
For a moment, neither of them said anything. Then Yn reached into the pocket of her blazer and pulled out a small black card. Oscar looked at it. “What’s that?” “My card.” “I can see that.” She held it out to him. Oscar hesitated before taking it. “Why are you giving me your card?” “I’m having dinner next week.” Oscar looked down at the card, then back at her. “Okay.” “You should come.”
He stared at her. “Sorry?” “Dinner. Next week.”
Oscar glanced at the card again. “Just me?” Yn tilted her head. “Are you asking whether there will be other people there?” “I’m asking what kind of dinner this is.” “A dinner.” “That clears everything up.”
For the first time, Yn laughed properly. “Come to the address on the card. Eight o’clock.” Oscar looked at the card again. “Do I need to bring anything?” “An appetite.” “Right.” “And Oscar?” “Yeah?” “Don’t tell anyone.”
He stared at her. “Now I’m even more curious.” “That wasn’t the intention.” “It definitely was.” Yn smiled. “Good night, Oscar.” “Good night.” She walked away before he could ask anything else.
Oscar remained where he was for several seconds. Then he looked at the card again. “Dinner,” he muttered. He had absolutely no idea what he had just agreed to.
The following week, George arrived at the restaurant exactly three minutes early.
The restaurant was located in a small Swiss town, far away from the usual chaos of the Formula 1 calendar. It was quiet, discreet, and almost completely empty. Which was precisely why Yn had chosen it.
George stepped inside and immediately looked around. “Hello?” A waiter appeared. “Mr. Russell?” George nodded. “Yes.” “This way, please.” George followed him through the restaurant. Then he stopped.
Because Oscar was already sitting at one of the tables.
Oscar looked up. George looked at Oscar. Neither of them spoke for a moment. Finally, George said, “Oh.” Oscar nodded slowly. “Yeah.” George looked at the waiter. “Is this the right restaurant?” Oscar leaned back in his chair. “I was about to ask the same thing.” George looked at him. "You’re here for dinner?” “Apparently.” “With Yn?”
Oscar’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Apparently.”
George stared at him. Then he slowly reached into his jacket and pulled out a black card. Oscar looked at it. “You too?” George looked at Oscar’s hand. “Yeah…” They stared at each other.
Oscar sighed before saying:“Well, this is awkward.” “A little.” “Did she tell you not to tell anyone?” George blinked. “Yes.” Oscar nodded. “Same, mate.” George sat down. “Right.” Oscar looked at him. “Do you think we’re being recruited?” George gave him a look. “By the Team Principal of Red Bull Racing?” Oscar glanced around the empty restaurant. “I’m beginning to suspect it.”
Before George could respond, the sound of footsteps approached. Yn appeared from the hallway. She was wearing a dark suit, her hair tied back neatly, and she looked completely calm. Unlike the two drivers sitting across from each other. “Good evening, gentlemen.”
George stood. “Good evening.” Oscar remained seated but gave her a small nod. “Hi.” Yn looked between them. Then she smiled. “I’m glad you both came.” George glanced at Oscar. “So this was intentional?” Yn pulled out the chair opposite them. “Yes. Please, take a seat, George.” Oscar stared at her. “You invited both of us?” “Obviously.” “You didn’t mention that.” “You didn’t ask, Oscar.” Oscar opened his mouth then closed it again.
George sat back down. “I suppose that makes sense.” “Does it?” George paused. “No. Not really.” Yn smiled. “Good. Then we’re all being honest already.” The waiter brought them menus.
For the next hour, there was no discussion about contracts. No discussion about Red Bull. No discussion about Max, Isaac, or the future of Formula 1. Instead, Yn asked questions.
She asked George what he did when he wasn’t at a circuit. She asked Oscar what he missed most when he was travelling. She asked them what they were like when they weren’t being watched by millions of people. George laughed when Yn discovered that Oscar was significantly more talkative when he was comfortable. “I don’t know if I’d say that,” Oscar said. “You’ve spoken more in the last ten minutes than you did during your entire press conference on Sunday,” George replied. Oscar gave him a flat look. “That was a bad press conference.” “It was only three questions, man.” “They were repetitive.” Yn leaned back in her chair. “So you dislike repetitive questions?” “I dislike repetitive people.”
George nearly choked on his drink. Yn looked at Oscar. “That’s quite a statement.” “I didn’t say you were repetitive.” “I appreciate that.”
The evening became easier after that. They talked about their childhood. Then they talked about everything except racing. George told a story about an unfortunate karting experience that had ended with him stuck in a hedge. Oscar insisted that George had left out the part where he had blamed the kart. “I did not blame the kart.” “You blamed the tyres.” “They were cold.” “It was a rental kart.” “They were still cold.” Yn listened, occasionally laughing, occasionally asking questions.
By the time dessert arrived, both drivers had almost forgotten how unusual the evening was. Almost.
It was George who finally put down his fork. “So,” he said. Yn looked at him. “So?” He gestured around the restaurant. “This is a very nice dinner.” “It is.” “And I appreciate the food.” “I’m glad.” “And the conversation.” Yn smiled. “But?” George looked at Oscar. Oscar immediately shook his head. “Don’t look at me.”
George turned back to Yn. “But I assume there’s a reason we’re here.”
Yn’s expression changed. Not dramatically. She simply became more focused. The warmth remained, but the Team Principal returned. “You’re right.” She placed her glass on the table. “There’s a reason you’re both here.” Oscar leaned back slightly while George straightened. Yn looked at both of them.
“You both know why.” Neither driver answered. Yn continued. “After the 2026 season, Max is leaving Formula 1.” Oscar and George remained silent. Everyone in the paddock knew.
Max Verstappen had decided that, after the 2026 season, he wanted to move his focus toward endurance racing and the 24 Hours of Le Mans. It wasn’t necessarily the end of his racing career, but it was the end of his Formula 1 chapter. And Isaac, Red Bull’s other driver, was expected to move to another team. Which meant Red Bull Racing would need two new drivers.
Rumours had been circulating for months. Every journalist had a theory. Every team had a shortlist. And Yn had remained completely silent.
Until now.
“You both know Red Bull needs two drivers,” she said.George nodded.“Yes.” “And you both know that there are a lot of rumours about who those drivers might be.” Oscar glanced at her. “More than a lot.” “Exactly.” Yn folded her hands on the table. “I didn’t bring you here to play games. I didn’t bring you here to leak information to the media. And I didn’t bring you here to make promises I can’t keep.” George studied her. “Then why did you bring us here?”
Yn looked directly at him. “Because I want you both as my drivers.”
The words were simple. They still landed heavily. Oscar’s expression changed first. George stared at her. Yn continued before either of them could speak. “I want both of you in my team.”
The silence that followed was different from the comfortable silence before. Oscar looked down at the table. George was the first to speak. “Both of us?” “Yes.” “At Red Bull.” “Yes.” Oscar gave a short laugh. “You’re very direct.” “I don’t see the point in making you guess.” George looked at Yn carefully. “And you think we’re the right drivers?” “I don’t think it.” George waited. Yn met his eyes. “I know it.” That silenced him.
She turned to Oscar. “You have speed. You have intelligence. You understand the car. You know how to manage a race. And you have something that a lot of drivers never develop.” Oscar raised an eyebrow. “What?” “Patience.” Oscar looked almost shocked. “Is that a compliment?” “It is from me.” George smiled.
Yn turned back to him. “And you have experience. Leadership. You know how to fight for a team. You know how to motivate people. You understand the responsibility of being the person everyone looks at when things go wrong.” George was quiet.
Yn leaned forward slightly. “But both of you are being wasted by your current teams. Pushed behind your teammates, almost like a second thought.” Oscar’s eyebrows rose. George’s expression became more guarded. Yn continued. “Not because your teams don’t have good people. They do. But your potential is being limited by the circumstances around you.”
Oscar looked at her. “You think McLaren is wasting me?” “I think McLaren has an incredible driver and an environment that doesn’t always allow him to become what he could be.” Oscar didn’t respond. Yn then looked at George. “And I think Mercedes has a driver who should be fighting for championships instead of constantly having to prove that he deserves the opportunity.” George looked down.
That one had hit closer.
Yn’s voice remained calm. “I am not interested in telling you that your current teams are incompetent. They aren’t. But I am telling you that I believe both of you deserve better.” Oscar looked at her more closely. “Better how?” “Better leadership.” George watched her carefully. Yn didn’t hesitate. “You deserve Team Principals who are honest with you. You deserve to know what the team is doing, why decisions are being made, and where you stand. You deserve to be treated like a driver and a human being, not like a statistic on a spreadsheet.”
Oscar leaned back slightly. “And you think you can provide that?” “Of course.” The answer was immediate. George almost smiled. “That’s quite a lot of confidence.” “I have to be confident.” “Why?” “Because I’m asking you to trust me.” The table became quiet again.
Yn took a breath. “I can’t promise you that we will win every race.” Oscar gave a small smile. “That would be a strange promise.” “I can promise you something else.” Both drivers looked at her.
“We will work together.” Yn’s eyes moved between them. “As a team. Not as two drivers fighting against each other. Not as one driver being sacrificed for the other because the politics are easier. We will win as a team.” She paused. “And we will lose as a team.”
George’s expression softened slightly. Yn continued. “If the car is bad, I won’t blame you for not winning. If a strategy fails, I won’t stand in front of the cameras and pretend it was your fault. If you make a mistake, we’ll deal with it honestly. If I make a mistake, I’ll admit it.” Oscar looked at her. “You’d admit you made a mistake?” Yn raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sure why everyone finds that so surprising.” “Because you’re a Team Principal.” “I’m also human.” George laughed softly which made Yn smile.
“And if you stand on a podium,” she said, “I will be there.” Oscar stared at her. “Obviously.” “No.” Yn shook her head. “Not obviously.” She leaned forward. “I mean every podium. Whether it’s a win or third place. Whether it’s the biggest race of the season or a race nobody expected us to be competitive in. I will be there.”
George’s face became more serious. Yn continued. “I will show up.”
There was something about the simplicity of the promise that made it feel more powerful than the rest. Oscar looked at the black card still sitting in his jacket pocket. George glanced toward the window. For both of them, the future had suddenly become much more complicated.
They had come to dinner expecting perhaps a conversation. Maybe a recruitment pitch. Maybe a vague hint. They had not expected this.
Yn seemed to understand. “You don’t have to answer tonight.” Oscar looked up. “Good.” Yn smiled. “You can take your time.” George nodded slowly. “We should. Because this is a big decision.” “I know.” Oscar studied her.
“And if we say no?” Yn didn’t flinch. “Then you say no.” George looked surprised. “That’s it?” “That is it.” “You won’t take it personally?” “I might.” Oscar laughed. “But you won’t punish us for it?” Yn’s expression became serious. “Absolutely not.” She looked at both of them. “I asked you here because I wanted you to understand what I want. Not because I expect you to sign something tonight.” George nodded thoughtfully while Yn picked up her glass. “Think about it. Or don’t. The choice is yours.”
Oscar looked at her. “And if we are interested?” “You call me.” “That’s it?” “That’s it.” George smiled slightly. “You really don’t like making things complicated, do you?” “No.” Oscar stood as the dinner came to an end. “I’m going to need a lot of time to think about this.” “You should take it.” George stood too. “So are we allowed to tell anyone we had dinner?” Yn looked between them. “No.” George laughed while Oscar shook his head. “You’re still making rules.” “I’m Team Principal. It’s my job.”
The two drivers walked toward the entrance together after a quick goodbye to Yn. Outside, the small Swiss town was quiet beneath the night sky. The restaurant door closed behind them. For a few seconds, neither driver spoke. Then George looked at Oscar. “So.” Oscar sighed. “So.” “You think she meant it?” Oscar looked back at the restaurant.
Yn was still visible through the window, speaking to the waiter. “Yes., I think so” George nodded. “Me too.” They stood in silence then Oscar looked at him. “Did you expect this?” George laughed. “Not even remotely.” “Same.” George glanced at the black card in Oscar’s hand. “You keeping that?” Oscar looked at it. “Probably.” George smiled. “Me too.”
Neither of them knew what they would decide. Neither of them knew what the future of Red Bull Racing would look like after 2026. But as they walked away from the restaurant, both George Russell and Oscar Piastri understood one thing. For the first time in a long time, someone had looked at them not as convenient options. Not as names on a shortlist. Not as drivers waiting for their chance. But as the drivers she genuinely wanted.
The paddock was too loud, the cameras were everywhere, and her brothers had spent the entire morning asking where she was going, who she was talking to, and why she was standing there. So, naturally, Yn decided to escape. She slipped out through a side entrance with her sunglasses on and her head down, only to immediately run into someone. “Ow!” she yelped, stumbling backwards. The person in front of her blinked, and Yn blinked back. “Yuki?” “Yn?” They stared at each other with identical expressions of surprise.
Yuki had apparently been on his way into the paddock, although Yn couldn’t understand why anyone would willingly walk toward the chaos. Yn looked over her shoulder, then back at him. “Are you busy?” Yuki frowned slightly. “I was going to the paddock.” “Yes, but do you have to?” Yuki considered this. “Probably.” Yn nodded solemnly. “That’s unfortunate.” She took a breath, then asked, “Do you want to go to the beach with me and play mermaids instead?” Yuki stared at her.
For a few seconds, neither of them said anything. Yn began to look nervous. Yuki’s expression slowly changed. A smile appeared. Then, without saying a word, he linked his arm with hers. “Okay.” Yn’s face lit up immediately. “Really?” “Yes.” “You want to play mermaids?” “I want to play mermaids.” Yn beamed. “You’re my favorite person today.” Yuki nodded, clearly pleased with himself. “Good.”
And just like that, Yuki turned around and started walking in the opposite direction from the paddock. Yn happily went with him, swinging their linked arms between them. “Do you know how to swim like a mermaid?” she asked. “No.” “That’s okay. I can teach you.” “Do mermaids have restaurants?” “No.” Yuki looked thoughtful. “Then I don’t want to be a mermaid.” Yn gasped. “You can be a mermaid with a restaurant.” Yuki considered this for another moment. “Okay.”
Meanwhile, somewhere inside the paddock, three Leclerc brothers were about to discover that their sister had escaped with Yuki to go play mermaids. And honestly, Yn was having the best day of her life.
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Hi first time asking, btw love little Leclerc series.
So I'm asking for a angst if you're comfortable, can we get moments with jules🕊️ and baby!Leclerc. Or perhaps a death anniversary.
Soooo… guess whose back? And I’m starting off strong with something sad
The Monaco harbour was quiet that afternoon, the water glittering beneath the sun while the Leclerc family sat at a café nearby. Pascale and Hervé had their hands full with three energetic sons, while little Yn was growing sleepier by the minute. Jules noticed her tiny head beginning to droop against her mother’s shoulder and smiled softly. “Come on, little princess,” he murmured, carefully taking her into his arms. “Let’s go for a walk.” Pascale smiled at him, trusting him completely, and Jules carried Yn away from the noise of the café.
Yn was nearly asleep by the time they reached the harbour, her small cheek pressed against Jules’ chest. He held her close, one hand supporting her back while the sound of the waves gently filled the silence around them. “You like the ocean, hm?” he whispered, looking down at her sleepy face. Yn mumbled something unintelligible, her fingers curling into his shirt. Jules smiled, though there was something tender and sad behind it. “One day, I’ll buy you the biggest yacht in the whole world,” he promised softly. “We’ll sail everywhere, you and me… and your brothers too, if they behave.”
Yn gave a tiny, sleepy giggle before settling completely against him. Jules looked out at the water, holding her a little closer. “You’ll see,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her hair. “We’ll go everywhere.” For a moment, he let himself imagine it: Yn older, laughing on the deck, the boys running around, and the whole family together beneath the sun. Then he looked down at the little girl already asleep in his arms and smiled. “Sleep well, little one,” he murmured. “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”
Can I ask for Alex and lily taking little!leclerc golfing and maybe she is really bad at it, but they don’t tell her cause she is so sweet
Ugh, Lily is one of my favourite WAGs. She is sooo beautiful 😍
Alex and Lily had made one tiny mistake. They assumed that because Yn loved going golfing with them, she must also be good at golf. She was not. Her very first swing completely missed the ball. “I was testing the air,” Yn said confidently. Alex nodded with a perfectly straight face. “Excellent air. Very aerodynamic.” Lily bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself laughing. On her second attempt, Yn managed to hit the ball… directly sideways. It rolled maybe two meters. “That was on purpose,” Yn announced. “I’m trying a new strategy.” “Very innovative,” Lily agreed immediately.
By the fifth hole, it had become clear that Yn’s greatest golfing talent was enthusiasm. Every time she accidentally hit the ball, she celebrated like she’d won a major championship. Alex clapped every single time. “Great shot!” he called after a ball that had landed in a bunker. Lily nodded enthusiastically. “You’re improving so quickly!” Yn beamed at both of them. “Really?” “Absolutely,” Alex lied without a shred of guilt. Lily gave him a discreet thumbs-up behind Yn’s back. Neither of them had the heart to tell her that she’d spent the last ten minutes aiming at the wrong flag.
When they finished, Yn proudly declared it the best golfing day she’d ever had. “We have to do this again,” she said as they walked back to the clubhouse. “Definitely,” Lily replied without hesitation. Alex smiled at the pair of them. “Next weekend?” Yn’s face lit up. “Really?” “Of course,” Alex said. As Yn skipped ahead toward the café, Lily leaned closer to him. “She is genuinely terrible.” Alex watched Yn happily wave at them from the doorway. “I know.” They looked at each other for a moment before laughing quietly. “We’re absolutely taking her again,” Lily said. “Without question,” Alex agreed. “She’s way too cute to ever tell the truth.”
Hi darling!! i’ve been a silent reader since the birth of little!leclerc
i just read the one with kim and little!leclerc and i had an idea!
could you do one where little!leclerc goes to kim for advice about ollie and kimi, because she doesn’t know what to do. maybe they both asked her on a date on the same day and she doesn’t know who to go with that night because she can’t go on both.
idk something like that! thank u!
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Nooo, this is sooo good!
Yn found Kim in the Ferrari hospitality, quietly reading through something on her phone. She hesitated for a second before sitting down beside her with the biggest sigh imaginable. Kim lowered her sunglasses and smiled. “That sounded expensive. What’s wrong?” Yn dropped her head onto Kim’s shoulder. “I have a problem.” Kim gently patted her hair. “Tell me.” Yn groaned dramatically. “Ollie asked me on a date tonight.” Kim nodded. “That’s sweet.” “Then, five minutes later, Kimi asked me on a date.” Kim blinked. “…For tonight?” Yn nodded miserably. “The exact same time.”
Kim tried very hard not to laugh. “And now you don’t know what to do?” Yn looked genuinely distressed. “I can’t say yes to both.” “Correct.” “If I choose one, the other one will be sad.” “Also correct.” Yn sighed again. “Can you make the decision for me?” Kim pretended to think for a moment before snapping her fingers. “I’ve got it.” Yn looked up hopefully. “Really?” Kim smiled innocently. “You’re coming on a date with Lewis and me.” Yn blinked. “What?” “Problem solved.” Yn couldn’t help laughing. “Kiki!” “Neither boy can complain because technically, you didn’t choose either of them.”
That evening, Lewis arrived at the restaurant expecting a quiet dinner with Kim. Instead, he found Yn happily eating breadsticks while Kim looked very pleased with herself. Lewis looked from one to the other. “…Am I missing something?” “Yn had two dates,” Kim explained. “So now she’s on ours.” Lewis stared for a second before simply nodding. “Right.” He’d learned a long time ago not to question Kim’s decisions. Yn grinned across the table. “Apparently I’m third-wheeling.” Kim reached over and squeezed her hand. “No, sweetheart. You’re the guest of honor.” Lewis smiled, picked up another menu, and accepted his fate.
Somewhere else, Ollie and Kimi were both checking their phones, wondering why Yn had politely cancelled on them. Neither of them would ever guess they’d been beaten by Kim Kardashian’s matchmaking logic and, somehow, Lewis had ended up on the date too.
Ahhhh, I am so glad someone asked for this!!!! A duo I didn’t know we wanted but very much needed
The Australia GP was going perfectly until Daniel Ricciardo arrived. One moment, Yn was standing between Ollie and Kimi, listening to them argue over something completely ridiculous. The next, Daniel appeared out of nowhere, scooped her up like a sack of potatoes, and started walking away. “Daniel?” Yn asked, laughing. “Not now, kid. We’re escaping.” “Escaping what?” “Them.” He pointed over his shoulder at Ollie and Kimi, who were standing there looking utterly confused. Before either of them could react, Daniel had already carried Yn halfway across the paddock. “Shouldn’t I tell someone where we’re going?” she asked. “Absolutely not,” Daniel replied. Twenty minutes later, they were driving through the Australian countryside while Charles’ calls rang unanswered on Daniel’s phone.
A few hours later, Yn was sitting on the porch of Daniel’s farm eating homemade burgers while petting one of the animals. “This is the best day ever,” she announced. Daniel looked very pleased with himself. “I know.” His phone had been vibrating nonstop for nearly an hour. Charles. Charles again. Carlos. Arthur. Kimi. Ollie. Charles three more times. Daniel ignored every single one. Then Max called. Daniel sighed and answered.
Immediately, Max’s voice exploded through the speaker. “Daniel, bring her back.” “Who?” “YN.” In the background, Daniel could hear complete chaos. “Ollie and Kimi think you’ve kidnapped her. Charles is crying. Carlos is hugging him.” Daniel nearly choked on his drink. “He’s what?” Sure enough, he could hear Carlos saying, “It’s okay, hermano. We’ll get her back.” Max sounded exhausted. “Please just tell us where she is.” Daniel nodded thoughtfully. “Sorry, mate. I don’t speak English.” Then he hung up.
When Daniel returned to the porch, Yn was still happily eating. “Everything okay?” she asked. “Yep.” “Charles?” “Very upset.” “Ollie and Kimi?” “Even worse.” Yn laughed so hard she nearly dropped her plate. Daniel sat beside her and waited until she calmed down. Then a mischievous smile appeared on his face. “Question.” Yn immediately looked suspicious. “What?” Daniel leaned back in his chair. “Want to go surfing?” Her eyes widened. “Seriously?” “Yep.” “Charles says it’s dangerous.” “That’s why we’re doing it.” Yn was already on her feet. “Let’s go.”
Somewhere in Melbourne, Charles was still being comforted by Carlos while Max fielded increasingly dramatic messages from Ollie and Kimi. Meanwhile, Daniel and Yn were heading toward the beach, having the absolute time of their lives.
I just noticed that you mentioned in your introduction that yn is interested in fashion. Imagine her and Lewis talking about fashion (maybe she is designing something for him ) and charles being Tübingen dramatic self
So cute!
Charles knew something was wrong the moment he walked into the Ferrari hospitality and couldn’t find his sister. Usually, Yn was somewhere nearby causing trouble, stealing snacks, or bothering mechanics. Instead, he found her sitting at a table with Lewis, both surrounded by sketches, fabric samples, and enough fashion magazines to open their own boutique. “What is this?” Charles asked suspiciously. Yn didn’t even look up. “I’m helping Lewis.” Lewis smiled. “She’s designing a jacket for me.” Charles nearly dropped his coffee. “My sister is designing clothes for another man?” Yn finally looked up. “Charles, it’s a jacket, not a marriage proposal.” Lewis laughed so hard he had to put his pencil down.
An hour later, the situation had somehow become worse. Charles was sitting three tables away pretending not to listen while Yn and Lewis discussed colors and fabrics. “The sleeves should be wider,” Yn said thoughtfully. “That’s what I was thinking,” Lewis agreed. Charles looked personally betrayed. “You’ve known him for twenty minutes and you’re finishing each other’s sentences.” Neither of them acknowledged him. “Maybe silver details?” Lewis suggested. “Exactly!” Yn replied. Charles put his face in his hands. Carlos walked in, took one look at Charles, and immediately sat down beside him. “What’s wrong?” Charles pointed dramatically across the room. Carlos watched Yn and Lewis happily discussing fashion. “Oh.” A pause. “That’s actually kind of sweet.” Charles looked horrified. “Sweet? Carlos, she’s replacing me.”
Meanwhile, Lewis and Yn were having the time of their lives. Lewis was genuinely impressed by some of her ideas, and Yn was glowing under the praise. “You’re really good at this,” Lewis told her. “You think so?” “Absolutely.” Charles made a wounded noise from across the room. Lewis ignored him completely. A few minutes later, Yn held up one of the sketches. “This one is my favorite.” Lewis nodded immediately. “Mine too.” Charles stood up. “I can’t watch this anymore.” “Watch what?” Yn asked innocently. “Whatever this is.” Lewis grinned. “It’s called collaboration.” Charles pointed at him. “Stay away from my sister.” Yn rolled her eyes while Lewis laughed. And somehow that only made Charles more angry, which was exactly why neither of them stopped.
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Wait do you know this trend where person a taps their cheek because person b has some sauce there, but person b thinks a wants a cheek kiss so they give it. Maybe with little!leclerc as person a and carlos as person b. It would be so funny
I hope this made sense!!!
Hahaha, I laughed so much while writing this!
Yn knew immediately that Carlos had managed to get food on his face. It wasn’t even surprising anymore. They were sitting together in the paddock café, and Carlos was halfway through demolishing a sandwich while telling a story. “And then the engineer tells me-” he started before Yn interrupted him. “Carlos.” “What?” “Carlos.” He stopped chewing. “What?” Trying to be subtle, Yn tapped her own cheek. Carlos looked at her finger. Then looked at her. Then looked back at her finger. A strange expression crossed his face. “Oh.” Before Yn could explain, Carlos leaned over and awkwardly kissed her cheek.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Carlos pulled back looking slightly embarrassed. Yn stared at him. Carlos stared back. “What?” he asked cautiously. “Why did you do that?” Carlos frowned. “You asked for a cheek kiss.” “I did not.” “You tapped your cheek.” “Because you have sauce on yours!” Silence. Complete silence. Carlos blinked twice. Yn pointed at his face. “Right there.” Immediately, Carlos grabbed a napkin and wiped his cheek. Sure enough, there was sauce. “Oh.” The realization hit him all at once. “OH.”
Yn burst out laughing so hard she nearly fell out of her chair. Carlos covered his face with both hands. “This is terrible.” “You thought I was asking for a kiss?” she wheezed. “In my defense, you tapped your cheek!” “Because you looked ridiculous!” Carlos groaned dramatically and sank lower in his seat. Unfortunately, Yn was never going to let this go. “Carlos thought I wanted a little cheek kiss,” she teased. “Please stop talking.” “Carlos thought I was being sweet.” “Yn.” “Carlos-” He immediately shoved a fry into her mouth to silence her. It worked for exactly three seconds before she started laughing again, while Carlos seriously considered changing his identity and moving to another continent.
heyyyyyy I love your writing so much. It's hilarious . Can I request something with maybe max and leclerc sister since max probably knew her from when he raced against charles in junior leagues like just max being protective of her . Thank you sooo much 🫶🫶🫶
I thought to make this one a bit more funny, so please enjoy
The thing about Yn was that she could survive growing up with three older brothers. But apparently she could not survive a glass door. Max witnessed the entire thing. One second she was walking through the paddock, happily looking at her phone. The next-
THUNK.
Straight into a spotless glass panel. The sound echoed. Several heads turned. Yn froze. “Oh.” Then slowly sat down on the floor. Mostly because her dignity had just left her body. “Ow.” Max was already moving. “Jesus Christ.”
By the time she looked up, he was crouching beside her. “Are you alive?” “I think so.” “You think so?” Yn pressed a hand against her forehead. “Okay, maybe not.” Max snorted. A Red Bull staff member was already hurrying over with an ice pack.
Meanwhile Max gently pushed her shoulder. "Stay down.“ “I’m fine.” “You walked into a door.” “It attacked me.” “The door attacked you.” “Yes.” “The stationary door.” Yn pointed accusingly at the glass. “It was very clean.” Max had to look away because he was laughing. The ice pack finally arrived. Max took it and immediately handed it to her. “There.” “Thank you.” She pressed it against her forehead and groaned. “This is so embarrassing.” “Oh, don’t worry.” “Max.” “I’ll only tell everyone.” “MAX.” That earned a proper laugh.
I really love protective Ollie and Kimi, so I wanted to request perhaps maybe like a fan gets to little! Leclerc, or perhaps some girl is acting rude towards her and says something that just gets too her feelings? I'm fine with anything, just want more protective Ollie and Kimi ❤️
Damn…..
Yn loved meeting fans. Most of them were lovely. That was why she didn’t think twice when she wandered over to the barriers after practice. A few photos. A few autographs. Nothing unusual She was smiling as she handed back a phone after taking a selfie with a young fan. “Thank you!” “Of course.” After another minute, Yn waved goodbye and started to walk away. Then suddenly-
Someone grabbed her arm. Hard. “Please! Just one more picture!” Yn froze. A group of girls had pushed forward. One of them was still holding onto her wrist. “Please!” Another hand reached toward her. Everything happened very quickly after that.
“Hey!” Ollie’s voice. Sharp. Protective. The girl’s grip disappeared immediately as Ollie stepped between them. At the same time, Kimi appeared beside Yn. “Are you okay?” His hand was already resting lightly on her shoulder. Yn nodded automatically. But her eyes were wide. She looked startled. Really startled.
Security rushed over within seconds, creating space around them. The fans were already being moved back. Ollie didn’t take his eyes off Yn. “Did they hurt you?” “No.” “You sure?” She nodded again. Kimi frowned. She was clearly shaken. Her hands were trembling slightly. Without even discussing it, both boys immediately started guiding her away. “Come on.” “We’re taking you back.” “I’m okay.” Neither of them believed her.
The walk back to Ferrari was mostly spent with Ollie and Kimi fussing over her. “Do you want water?” “No.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “You look pale.” “Kimi.” “You do.” By the time they reached the Ferrari garage, Yn was stuck firmly between them like they were afraid she’d disappear.
Charles looked up immediately. His smile vanished. “What happened?” Ollie answered first. “Some fans grabbed her.” Silence. Absolute silence. Charles blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Then started moving. Fast. Very fast.
Unfortunately for him, Lewis saw the look on his face. And reacted immediately. “Oh no.” Lewis grabbed Charles around the waist before he could leave the garage. “LEWIS.” “No.” “LET GO.” “No.” Charles pointed dramatically toward the paddock entrance. “THEY GRABBED MY SISTER.“ Lewis was now physically holding him back. “I know, mate. But you really need to calm down.” “LET ME GO.” “NO.”
Meanwhile, Ollie and Kimi had gently sat Yn down in a chair. Someone had already handed her water. Another mechanic had appeared with snacks. The entire Ferrari garage seemed to have collectively adopted her.
Yn accepted the bottle with both hands. Still looking a little overwhelmed. Kimi crouched beside her. “You okay?” This time she smiled a little. “A bit.” Ollie immediately relaxed. “Good.”
Across the garage, Charles was still attempting to escape. “I just want to talk to them.” Lewis laughed. “No you don’t.” “I do.” “You absolutely do not.” And as three Ferrari mechanics joined Lewis in holding Charles back, Yn couldn’t help laughing. For the first time since it happened. The sound immediately made Ollie and Kimi smile. Which, according to Charles, was another problem entirely.
Wait, can I actually request baby!leclerc. Like a look into the past when she and her papa are at a race track while her brothers are karting. Maybe some wholesome daddy-daughter time (can also be sad)
Welp, eNjOy 🥲
The karting paddock was cold that morning. Cold enough that Yn was wearing one of her papa’s jackets. Or rather, she was drowning in one of her papa’s jackets. The sleeves were far too long. The shoulders slipped halfway down her arms. And she loved it. Hervé sat on a folding chair near the track with Yn curled up in his lap, wrapped in the oversized jacket like a little cocoon. Charles and Arthur were out on track. The sound of engines echoed through the air.
Yn watched for a while. Then looked up at her father. “Papa?” “Yes, princess?” She fiddled with the zipper of his jacket. “Are you sad that I don’t like karting?” The question caught him by surprise. Hervé looked down. Yn was staring at her hands. Suddenly very interested in the zipper. As if she wasn’t quite sure she wanted to hear the answer. His heart broke a little. “Why would I be sad?” Charles loved karting. Arthur loved karting. Even Lorenzo was fascinated by anything quicker than street cars.
Yn shrugged. “Because everyone else likes it.” Hervé gently lifted her chin. “Look at me.” She did. Immediately, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. A warm, familiar kiss. The kind that made everything feel okay. “You never have to worry about that.” Yn blinked. “No?” “No.” His arm tightened around her. “I will love you no matter what you like.” A small smile appeared. “No matter what?” “No matter what.” The smile grew bigger. Satisfied, Yn snuggled deeper into his chest.
For a few minutes they watched the karts go around together. Then another question appeared. A much more important one. “Papa?” “Hm?” “Can I be a princess?” Hervé laughed softly. Not because it was silly. Because she sounded so serious. Like this was a matter requiring immediate discussion. “A princess?” Yn nodded. “Yes.”
He pretended to think about it. A very long, thoughtful pause. Then he kissed the top of her head. “My darling, I will do everything I can to make your dream come true.” Yn beamed. Absolutely beamed. As far as she was concerned, that settled it. If Papa said it could happen, then it would. She wrapped her little arms around him. And Hervé held her close. Watching the track. Listening to the engines. Holding his little girl while she dreamed about castles and crowns instead of racing cars. And honestly? He wouldn’t have changed a thing.
Your blog is so amazing. I am a huge fan. Can I pretty please ask for maybe some LN4 x little!leclerc. Maybe Lando "Kidnapping“ yn to go partying with him after a race weekend
Ahhh, so excited for this one!!!!
Lando didn’t technically kidnap Yn. At least, that was the argument he was making while dragging her through the paddock after the race. “This is not kidnapping,” he informed her. “I’m literally walking beside you.” Yn laughed. “Lando, you’re holding my wrist.” “For safety reasons.” “Charles is going to kill you.” “Charles doesn’t need to know.” Unfortunately for him, Charles looked up just in time to see his little sister disappearing around a corner with Lando Norris. “LANDO!” Charles shouted. Lando immediately sped up. “See? This is why we don’t tell him things.” Yn was laughing so hard she nearly tripped.
Three hours later, they were at a beach club surrounded by music, terrible dancing, and several drivers making questionable life choices. Lando had somehow convinced the DJ to play Yn’s favorite song, and she was currently standing on a sofa singing along dramatically. “You are encouraging me,” she informed him. “Correct.” “A good friend would stop me.” “I never claimed to be a good friend.” Yn gasped in mock outrage before throwing a napkin at him. A minute later she was stealing fries from his plate while he complained about it. “Those are mine.” “Sharing is caring.” “You’re the worst.” “And yet you brought me here.” Lando sighed. “Unfortunately, you’re fun.” “Aww.” “Don’t make it weird.”
The next morning, Charles received approximately seventy photos. Yn dancing. Yn stealing Lando’s food. Yn wearing someone’s sunglasses at midnight for reasons nobody understood. The final picture was the worst one. Yn was asleep in a chair, wrapped in a hoodie that very obviously belonged to Lando, while Lando sat beside her making a peace sign. Charles stared at the image in complete silence. Then he called Lando immediately. “Good morning!” Lando answered cheerfully. “Give me back my sister.” “No.” “Lando.” “She’s having breakfast.” In the background, Yn could be heard saying, “Tell Charles I love him.” Charles softened instantly. Then Lando added, “She also said you’re old.” Charles hung up. Meanwhile, Lando and Yn spent the next five minutes laughing so hard they nearly fell out of their chairs.
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Nooo, you don’t understand. I need chaotic YN x calm Oscar. Maybe everyone is partying and YN is very drunk so Oscar looks after her (and becomes another honorary Leclerc!Bro)
Ahhh OSCAR 🧡
Oscar had been told to keep an eye on Yn. In hindsight, he should have asked more questions. Instead, he’d said: “Sure.” Big mistake. Huge mistake. Because Yn was drunk. Not normal drunk. Leclerc drunk. Which apparently meant she had decided everyone at the party was her best friend.
“Oscar!” “There you are.” Yn appeared from absolutely nowhere and threw an arm around his shoulders. Oscar nearly dropped his drink. “You disappeared.” “I walked three meters away.” “Exactly.” Oscar sighed. Around them, the party continued. Meanwhile, Yn had discovered a new problem. “Oscar.” “Hm?” “I lost Kika.” “Kika is over there.” “Oh.” A pause. Then: “I lost Charles.” Oscar pointed. “Also over there.” “Oh.” Another pause. Then Yn gasped. “I LOST OSCAR.” Oscar closed his eyes. “You found me.” “Oh good.”
Twenty minutes later, Oscar had become Yn’s designated babysitter. Not by choice. By circumstance. Somebody handed Yn another drink. Oscar intercepted it. “No.” “Mean.” “You’ve had enough.” “That’s what Charles says.” Oscar understood Charles more every second.
Later, he found Yn sitting on the floor. Cross-legged. Holding a breadstick. “What are you doing?” Yn looked up. Thinking. Thinking very hard. Then: “This is my emotional support bread.” Oscar sat down beside her. At this point, resistance was pointless. “I see.” “It’s helping.” “I’m glad.”
The real problem came when Yn suddenly became emotional. “Oscar.” “Yes?” “You know what I like about you?” Oscar already knew this would be ridiculous. “What?” “You’re very calm.” “Thank you.” “You never yell.” “I try not to.” “And you always listen.” Oscar smiled slightly. Across the room, Charles happened to look over. And immediately frowned. His little sister was talking to Oscar. Oscar was listening patiently. Again. Charles narrowed his eyes. A new honorary older brother had been discovered. Dangerous.
Imagine George is pissed at Kimi or smth so he and Carmen take little Leclerc on a vacation. Kimi is SUFFERING
We listen and we don’t judge…. We love our parents George and Carmen
George wasn’t actually that angry at Kimi. At least, that’s what he told people. Carmen disagreed. “You’re being petty.” “I’m not.” “You absolutely are.” George considered this. Then shrugged. “Maybe a little.” The result was how Yn somehow ended up spending half of the summer break with George and Carmen in Spain. And being treated like royalty. Actual royalty.
The first morning, Carmen took her shopping. The second morning, George carried six shopping bags because “Yn shouldn’t have to.” By day three, George was ordering room service for her before she’d even asked. “Do you want pancakes?” “I was literally just thinking about pancakes.” “I know.” “That’s creepy.” “That’s parenting.” Carmen called it enabling. George called it excellent hospitality. Yn called it the best vacation of her life.
Every photo looked ridiculous. Yn on a yacht. Yn by the beach. Yn holding a giant ice cream. Yn wrapped in a fluffy hotel robe while George carried her breakfast tray because she was “on holiday.” Carmen posted all of it. Without mercy.
A week later, Kimi was sitting at home scrolling through Instagram. Mistake. Huge mistake. The first photo appeared. Yn smiling beside George and Carmen. Fine. The second photo. George had bought her flowers for absolutely no reason. Kimi frowned. The third photo. Yn wearing a ridiculous sun hat while George held an umbrella over her because it was “too sunny.” Kimi frowned harder. The fourth photo. George had captioned it: Our princess ❤️ Kimi nearly dropped his phone. “Our?”OUR?
He opened the comments. Mistake number two. You guys adopted her. George and Carmen are living their best lives. Kimi punching the air rn. Kimi exited the app immediately.
Then reopened it thirty seconds later. Because apparently he enjoyed suffering. The newest post had gone up. Yn was asleep on a beach chair. George was sitting nearby. The caption: Protecting her peace.
Kimi stared at the photo for a full minute. Then opened their group chat.
Give her back.
Three dots appeared almost immediately. George replied.
No ❤️
A second later, he added:
She’s ours now.
Kimi considered throwing his phone into the sea. Instead, he stared at another photo of Yn smiling beside them and suffered quietly for the rest of the evening. Which, according to George, was exactly what he deserved.
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