#mini! leclerc

However, Arthur was the one who spent the most time with her lately.

Y/N had learned throughout the year that whatever she needed, Arthur would provide it to.

So when she fell and hit her elbows on the floor, she immediately knew who to look for.

She ran through the house, looking everywhere, crying uncontrollably.

She appeared at the back door while her three brothers were chatting away.

Hearing her cry, Charles opened his arms, waiting for her to come so he could help her.

But Y/n ran past him, not paying much attention, and went straight into her youngest brother's arms.

"Thur!" she cried and raised her arms for him to pick her up.

Arthur looked at Charles and then at her, who was looking at him with large, watery eyes.

He was surprised by her attitude because normally her attention was only focused on Charles when she was at home.

He picked her up when she called his name again.

"What happened to you?"

"I fell and scraped my elbows. Both of them!" She hid her face in his neck, her tears wetting his shirt and probably getting snot on it.

"Let's put some nice Band-Aids on you, okay? You can choose two."

She lifted her head from his neck. "Whichever ones I want? Even the new Barbie ones?"

Arthur pretended to be angry, making her laugh. "Fine, you can choose those too."

Charles watched everything from outside.

"I can take care of it, Arthur," he offered.

"No!" the girl shook her head agitatedly. "I want Arthur."

The younger brother shrugged, oblivious to his brother's inner turmoil. "It doesn't bother me. Come on, Y/N."

Charles watched them leave, his egos shattered. Lorenzo, who had remained silent throughout, spoke for the first time.

"And that, my dear brother, is what we always suffer. Welcome to the club. I never believe Y/N would choose anyone else over you."

She waved back happily, even if she didn't know them. It was fun.

Another favorite part was the food stalls; her mother always let her choose whichever one she wanted.

While they were waiting for their smoothies, a blue blur passed by the little girl and completely captivated her.

He was a young man, perhaps only slightly younger than Lando. Without really meaning to, but out of curiosity, she wandered away from her mother as she watched him walk off.

She trotted a little closer, seeing him sign some things just like her brother and the other drivers did, and she assumed he was one of them.

She reached him as he broke away from the crowd and stepped into his path, surprising him.

"Who are you?" She asked him with a smile, "I've never seen you around here before."

The boy smiled back and crouched down to her eye level, and Y/N blushed slightly. "My name is Franco, and I'm new here."

"Are you a driver like my brother?"

"I am. Who's your brother?"

"Charlie," she replied.

"Oh, you're Charles's little sister, Y/N, right?"

"Yes, that's my name..." She closed her mouth, feeling a little silly. She fidgeted with her hands, looking at him closely.

He was handsome, very handsome.

"Lando told me a few things about you."

"Don't believe a word he says!" she panicked. "He always makes me look bad!"

Franco laughed. "He said good things, I promise." He glanced around. "Do you always walk around the paddock alone?" "

Y/n opened her eyes, remembering her mother and how she had abandoned her when she was never supposed to leave her side.

She looked over her shoulder, frightened, but couldn't find her. Franco tried to calm her down when he saw how scared she was. He took her small hand and said,

"I'll help you find her, Y/n. Don't worry."

Y/n looked at where their hands were joined, feeling a blush rise in her cheeks. Suddenly, her mother was the least of her worries. She wondered how long the boy would hold her hand and if it was possible her mother wouldn't appear for the next few hours, leaving them like this.

Unfortunately, her mother was standing a few meters away, and from the look she gave her, she was in trouble.

"Y/n Leclerc," Pascale came to her side. "You know you're not supposed to leave my side when we're outside the garage."

"Sorry, I got distracted," her gaze traveled back to the boy.

"It was my fault, I think," Franco apologized. He crouched down to Y/n's level again, took off his cap, and put it on her head. "Blue looks good on you."

Pascale thanked him, smiling broadly. When the driver had to leave, her mother turned to look at her again.

"Just wait until Charles finds out what you did, he'll have a heart attack."

She wanted to learn everything about it, and the more she learned, the more fascinated she became.

Seeing her so excited, Charles decided to take her with him to the garage for the test day. Every time she saw something and asked about it, she let out a small "Wow" under her breath.

From the colors of the cars to the work of the engineers, she spent her time asking about everything she saw in the garage, and it seemed like no one minded answering her.

"And that one?" she pointed to one of the wheels. "What's it for?"

"That one, mon amour, is a rain tire," Charles answered, pointing to the green one next to it. "And that's for when it rains really hard."

"That's what the colors are for, so you don't get confused?"

"Sure, very good."

"Wow..." She spun around and ran to the next thing that caught her eye: the mechanics' tools. "And that Charlie? What's doing?"

"I don't know everything, but we can ask the mechanics later."

"But I won't learn anything later! I have to write it down quickly in my notebook or I'll forget!" She pointed to her shiny notebook that Alex had given her, along with its matching unicorn pen.

"Why don't you first draw the wheels and write down what each one does? Then I'll take you to talk to a mechanic and we'll ask them to explain anything you're unsure about. Okay?"

"Fiinee" sighed dramatically and walked to the nearest table to start working on her drawings.

Charles kissed her on the head and disappeared to get to work.

By the time Y/n finished drawing, she looked around only to find a man cleaning his tools.

The little girl's face lit up at the sight of him, and grabbing her notebook, she approached him.

"Sir," she called, "could I ask you a couple of questions? Please?"

The man laughed. "Of course, are you like a little journalist?"

"I'm going to be a driver! Just like Charlie! And I have to learn everything to be the best!" She smiled at him and pointed to the nearest tool. "Could you tell me what it's for and how to use it?"

She wrote down everything he told her, trying to keep up with her bad grammar. She added little drawings to help her remember complicated words.

Charles appeared from the side and thanked the mechanic for his patience with his restless sister.

"Couldn't wait, huh?"

"Sorry! But I learned so much! Did you know the fastest car stop ever was 1.8 seconds?"

"1.8? Impressive" He picked her up and carried her back to their table.

Y/N settled back in her seat and looked at him.

"Arthur said it's really hard being a girl in this sport."

"Well, I don't think hard is impossible. If that's what you want, I'll guide you until you get as far as you want."

"Even if I can't be a driver, I could be a mechanic. That way I could help you save a lot of time at pit stops."

"You've learned a lot today, haven't you, Y/N? Mechanic, driver, whatever you want."

She smiled at him and went back to her sketchbook to finish painting.

Much later, as Charles was driving home, Y/N blurted out:

"I wouldn't mind being your fan either."

"What was that, love?" Charles lowered the music volume to hear her better.

"I wouldn't mind being just your fan forever. But, your biggest fan"

Arthur frowned. "She's four."

"She turned five three months ago."

Arthur shrugged, dismissing it. "It's the same thing. So, what do you have in mind?"

Charles handed him the list he had made and began to read it.

Decorate the house.

Watch Christmas movies.

Arthur dressed as Santa.

Leo dressed as a reindeer.

Find a perfect Christmas tree.

Arthur finished reading and looked at him.

"Okay, two things," he held up two fingers. "First, there's no way I'm playing Santa. Second, you don't know any Christmas recipes."

Charles gave him a dirty look. "First, you'll do it if you still want that extremely expensive gift you asked me for."

"That's no fair!"

"And second," Charles ignored him. "Alex will be the one cooking with her, I'll just be there."

"Fine, I will, but my gift better be here."

Charles smiled at him and continued looking at outfit ideas on Pinterest for his sister.

The week before Christmas, the Ferrari driver decorated his entire house with lots of lights and garlands, even placing mistletoe on his bedroom door, something Alexandra laughed at but gave him a kiss anyway.

When Y/N walked into the house, she was fascinated by all the decorations.

"Charliee," she cried excitedly, "there's a Santa on the doorstep!" She excitedly pointed at a smiling Santa figurine.

"Do you like it? Let's make your Christmas letter for him"

"I already made it with Mom, and we left it at the post office at the North Pole! Can we make cookies?"

Charles nodded, and they went to the kitchen where his girlfriend was already waiting for them, wearing an apron.

While his girls were cooking, Charles made a quick call to his mother.

"What do you mean you don't know what was in the letter?"

"She wrote it herself, didn't let anyone see it, and then we left her at the mall."

"How will we know what to give her if we don't know what she asked for?"

"I'm sure she'll love whatever we give her."

Charles said goodbye to his mother and wondered what to do. The last thing he wanted was for Christmas to be ruined by giving the wrong gift.

He headed to the kitchen with an idea in mind. He approached them, and while Alex put the cookies in the oven, he talked to her. He sat her sister down on the counter and tried to think of a lie.

"We should write another letter," he began.

"Why?"

"Uh... The North Pole post office called me and they can't find your letter. They think one of the elves lost it."

"But," Y/n's eyes watered, "I decorated the envelope and wrote all the words correctly, like you told me. It took me a lot of tries."

"I know you put a lot of effort into it, I'm sorry. But we can make this letter together and decorate it much better."

"But... but..." Her eyes began to water, and Alex gave him a dirty look. "I used up all my best stickers."

Charles almost cursed himself out loud.

Before the girl started to cry, he pretended his phone was ringing and held it to his ear.

"Hello?" waited a few seconds in silence. "Oh, I see, that's fine. Thank you very much... yeah, greetings to the elves."

Y/n looked at him expectantly.

"Well, I have news. They found your letter." Y/n's smile grew. "They got the name mixed up."

"Y/n," Alex called before her boyfriend could say something that made her cry again. "Do you want to decorate the cookies?"

"Yes!"

Later that night, while everyone was asleep, Charles made a call to his brother, Arthur.

"For God's sake, bro. It's one in the morning, go to sleep."

"I won't be able to sleep if I don't know what she wants as a gift and there's only a week left."

"Fine, but you owe me one."

He heard Arthur get up and walk toward his sister's room.

"It's a mess," he muttered, "all messed up."

"Focus," he asked. "I need you to search through the papers on her desk. She must have tried to write the letter several times."

"Yea i can tell, there are crumpled papers everywhere." He heard paper rustling. "Wait, I have one almost complete, but the handwriting is illegible."

"She's getting better and she's trying really hard," Charles defended.

"Yes, yes, whatever you say, listen," he cleared his throat. "Dear Saint... blah blah blah... for this year." The younger laughed. "She spelled that word so badly."

"Arthur..." he was losing his patience.

"I'm sorry, Dear Santa, for this year I want... oh god, this girl." This time He laughed for a completely different reason. "I want unlimited hugs, endless kisses, eternal love, and a toy for Leo, with love, Y/n."

Charles was speechless.

"I hope that's what you were looking for. I'm going to sleep. See you."

"Goodbye, thanks, Thur."

He didn't know exactly what he was going to give her, but he went to sleep knowing he could fulfill every item on her list.

The reporter's loud voice attracted fans and other journalists. Soon she found herself surrounded.

"What do you think of your brother? Do you think he's good?"

"The best!" she answered quickly.

"Is it true he wants to leave Ferrari? What other teams is he looking at?"

She frowned. "We're on the red team..."

"What do you think of the bad reviews Charles is getting?"

"Charlie is getting...?" she asked, confused, not understanding the question.

"Have you ever seen him cry?"

Y/N tried to understand everything they were asking her, but she didn't understand half of what they were saying.

"Charles never cries," she answered quickly, finally a question she knew the answer to. "Except when we watch Finding Nemo!"

She tried to move forward, but the flashes blinded her, and the reporters didn't budge.

Her knees hit the ground and bled.

Her eyes filled with tears at that moment, and she wanted to find her brother, but her view was blocked by the legs of all those reporters. She was surrounded, hurt, and starting to get scared.

Luckily for her, one of her brothers appeared. He pushed one of the men aside and quickly lifted her up.

It was Charles.

As soon as she saw him, Y/n started to cry. Through her tears, she didn't hear Charles shouting and cursing at all those reporters, swearing it would be the last time any of them set foot in the paddock.

When they returned to the garage, Charles's heavy hand in her hair calmed her completely.

"I'm sorry, Charlie, I just wanted to say hello to Max."

"Shh," he soothed her, "it's not your fault, love. Let's get those wounds treated."