The Witcher Masterpost

Hi I love your blog so much and was just wondering if you by any chance had a masterlist?

Awh thanks and I just made them! <3

Sam Winchester masterlist

Dean Winchester masterlist

Demon Dean/Soulless Sam masterlist

Winchester sister masterlist

Winchester brothers x reader masterlist

Team free will x reader masterlist

Other characters masterlist

Christmas masterlist

Formula one grid -

When they lost her Pt.2

Radio moments

Y/n and the grid

Wholesome memories

Worried mother hens

Hugs all around

First impressions Pt.2

Totally innocent

Stolen

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smau

Sleeping beauty Yacht

The iconic baby

Chaos in the paddock

A redbull girl Pt.2

The menace

New years chaos

Birthday girlie

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Sleepy

Summary : You're always tired, and Paul's always there to make sure that you get enough sleep even if it means missing him race.

Pairing/s: Paul Aron x Reader

Word Count : 1.2 k

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A/N: This is for my sleepy people who like me always need a nap or two during the day.

When you first started dating Paul it didn’t cross your mind to tell him how tired you actually got because it was never something that got in the way until you started following him to Grand Prix’s. Going with him was rare because your studies came first, and he understood that thankfully, there were times when you could still be together. 

But this weekend you’d joined him at the Monaco Grand Prix because well it’s Monaco. You’d decided to stay in the hotel room for practice catching up on the work that you’d missed during your journey to Monaco. 

For qualifying you’d gone down to the Hitech garage sitting in the dressing room for Paul and his teammate Amaury. Sitting down as you watched Paul getting suited up with your eyes closing due to a mixture of being tired and the jetlag that was still catching up with you. 

Paul walked over, pushing a couple of strands out of your face as you looked up to him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest 

“Why didn't you say that you're feeling tired, armastus?” He asked softly (Love) 

“I was feeling okay until I sat down and stopped doing anything” You explained, and he nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple 

“Please have a nap while I’m at quali” You sighed 

“I want to watch you though baby” You looked up at him as Paul ran a hand through your hair 

“I know you do, armastus, but remember what happened last time you stayed up to watch me?” He asked and, you nodded, looking down a little 

“Yeah I remember” You had gotten overtired at the last Grand Prix that you’d attended and almost ended up passing out, walking back to the hotel. 

“Okay so please just have a nap, armastus. I promise that I’ll give you a lap by lap when we get back to the hotel room and even though I know you’ll fall asleep listening to me but then I at least know you’re safe” You nodded looking up at him as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips 

“Be safe out there baby” You smiled up at him 

“You know I will be” He smiled, kissing you before leaving the room, and you moved to lay down on the massage table in the middle of the room, waving to Amaury as he left. 

You slept for the whole of qualifying and through the debriefs, only waking up when you heard Paul and Amaury talking about the car as they walked back into the dressing room. You rubbed your eyes as you looked over in the direction of the voices. Both boys placed their helmets and water bottles down, a clear sign they hadn’t been there long. Paul looked over a smile forming on his face as he saw you awake. 

Keeping up his conversation, he walked over sitting on the massage table next to you as he rubbed a comforting hand across your back. You closed your eyes again, enjoying the comforting touch and the comforting sounds of his voice. 

You hadn’t realised that while Paul was sitting there that you’d actually fallen back asleep again under his touch and warm voice. You couldn’t help it. He was just so warm in general. Paul had crouched down in front of you once he was ready to leave for the day, gently rubbing your arm and pushing a few strands of hair out of your face.

“Armastus it’s time to go home” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you stirred awake. Looking about to get your surroundings before setting your eyes on Paul, who had a small smile on his face 

“Time to get you back to the hotel darling” He smiled and you nodded sitting up with Paul’s help because he always finds a way to have physical contact with you when possible. 

“I didn’t mean to fall back asleep” You whispered, and he nodded 

“I know you didn’t but you did, and that’s okay” He hummed, pressing a kiss to your temple as he took your hand and bag, walking out of the dressing room with you. 

You couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend. He was always so loving and kind about you constantly just wanting to nap and not leave the house. He didn’t care because when you wanted to nap, it meant extra cuddles for him, and he loved the contact even if he was meant to be working. 

There were often times when Paul was meant to be on Zoom meetings however, you wanted a nap, so you came first. He’d sit in bed while you lay with your head on his chest - where he placed it - and he’d do the Zoom meeting on his phone from bed. It didn’t go down well with the higher ups to begin with, but once they realised that he wasn’t ever going to change his setup, they stopped caring. 

Walking through the paddock to the car park felt like it was taking forever. Maybe that’s because you’d just woken up, and you still weren’t quite fully awake, or maybe it’s just because Formula Two really felt like putting their paddock the furthest away from the entrance. 

Paul kept one arm around your waist and his other hand was connected to yours probably making sure that you weren’t just going to collapse to the floor again even though the reason for that had been discovered Paul wasn’t having it. 

“What’s the plans for tonight?” You asked Paul, looking up at him 

“Well I cancelled my gym session because I wanted to cuddle you. I’m doing that in the morning now. So I believe that the night just calls for cuddles and my lap by lap” He smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. It was the perfect night. 

And that’s exactly what happened, well kind of. Paul ordered room service with some of your favourite snacks, including fruit, before picking up the blanket and following you around the room with it. 

“Let me wrap you up” He chuckled as you stopped turning to face him, raising your hands up to keep him away 

“I don’t want to be wrapped up” You giggled, and he raised an eyebrow 

“That’s not what you said last night” He smirked 

“Last night was different!” You argued, and he shook his head, taking a step towards you, so you took a step back. 

“Was it really?” He asked, taking another step forward, causing you to take one back. 

“It was, and you know it!” You exclaimed, and he chuckled. With every step forward he took, you took one back until your back hit the wall 

“Shit” You mumbled as he smirked, closing the gap between you both. Blanket thrown on the couch in the hotel room by now. 

“Nowhere to run now kallis” He smirked, and you looked up at him. His eyes captivating you as you tilted your head a little 

“And what are you going to do about me running away, hmm?” You asked with a slight smirk. His hand came up to hold your jaw in place as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours, starting a make-out session between the two of you. 

Eventually, Paul did manage to get you wrapped in the blanket like a burrito after your make-out session lying in bed with you, his arms wrapped around you as your head rested on his chest. His hand brushed through your hair as your eyes started to close, listening to him give a lap by lap about quali. The night was perfect. In fact, the whole day was perfect. 

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Hello!! I was wondering if you could please write a redbull driver with multiple wdc x platonic grid

But the older drivers like max Charles Lewis lando etc get jealous of her constantly being with the younger ones like franco kimi and Ollie all fluff n funny n fans going crazy bout their jealousy

Thank you

Rivals of the Track

{Reader's POV}

It was the Azerbaijan GP, Kevin wouldn't be racing so Ollie had replaced him for the race. He was this tall lanky British teen who rightfully corrected me saying that he was an adult now, he was funny. Ollie was with his best friend Kimi, who had come to support him for the race. I found their friendship endearing and reminded me of my best friend who would try to come to as many races as she could. The other drivers would argue about who my best friend was, but I knew who my best friend was and it was Y/BFF/N.

"Y/N, did you colour your hair?" Kimi asked. "You can tell?" I asked slightly shocked, "I just went for a lighter shade of burgundy than the last time" I elaborated. "Yeah, you look prettier" Ollie chimed. "Thank you. You boys are so sweet, unlike some people I know" I said looking at the other drivers who were stood a few feet away who were very confused when I asked them if anything was different about me. "You're always pretty" Franco added. "Okay, okay, flattery will only get you so far" I laughed. "We're being honest. Having some one as talented and beautiful on the grid that we can learn from is an honour" Kimi said solemnly. "Okay, is there a body you boys wanna hide?" I asked laughing. They laughed back.

"Can you introduce us to Lewis?" Franco whispered while we were stood there waiting for the media interviews. "Sure" I said. "He's so cool and we aren't sure if he'll talk to us" The other two boys added. "Oh, no, my babies, he's a sweetheart. You could just walk up to him and start talking. I was scared of him when I first joined too but we're pretty good friends" I explained. The 3 boys smiled at me, nodding in agreement.

Every time I would be talking to these 3, trying to make them feel at home like all the times the others did, I could feel eyes on me. I wasn't sure why they were all glaring at me.

I was doing my post quali media after qualifying P4. "So, what a race? Are you expecting a win or a podium?" The interviewer asked. "Obviously going to go for the win, podium isn't too far away either, let's see, I have a Ferrari and a McLaren to fight off though" I laughed. "We've seen you hanging around with the younger drivers, do they remind you of your rookie days?" she asked. "Yes, they are so nervous and scared but full of energy. They are fun to hang out with too" I said. "Does this mean you find the older drivers boring?" she prodded. "Never said that" I tsked. "I'm just trying to make them feel at home" I said. "Well, the fans are eating your interactions up. They find it so cute, you're like the mother duck and they are your ducklings" she said. "I wouldn't say that they are wrong" I chuckled. "I interviewed your teammate Max a while back and he didn't seem too pleased with your blossoming friendship. Why is that so?" the interviewer pointed out. "We're all competitive. I guess they are competitive about friends too" I shrugged. "It was nice talking to you, can't wait to watch you on the podium" she stated. I smiled and talked away.

I met the others in my drivers room. "I think this is a confidentiality breech to have all the other teams here" I laughed. "We're staging an intervention" Max stated. "For what? I don't have an addiction" I pointed out. "Since we're losing our bestie" Lando said. I couldn't help but laugh, "Who?" I asked. "You, you dumbass" Charles said. I sat on the chair that was unoccupied. "What's up my fellow drivers?" I asked. "We aren't only your fellow drivers, we're best friends" Lewis said. "Arguable but okay" I shrugged. "Are we not best friends?" Daniel fake cried. "My best friend is Y/BFF/n. You guys, I tolerate at best" I laughed. I could see all them visibly pout. "We don't like it" they said in unison. "What do you not like?" I asked. "You hanging out with the younger drivers or that we aren't best friends. Are we too old for you?" Carlos asked. "I'm as old as you guys. They just remind me of my siblings, they are like my ducklings and I'm their mother duck" I chuckled reminded of the analogy. "So, you aren't replacing us?" Oscar quipped. "Obviously not, they are my children. You guys are my friends" I said face palming myself. "Group hug?" Yuki asked and then we all huddled together. "What about us being best friends?" Max asked. "Still Y/BFF/N. I don't feel like a girl when I'm around you guys, she reminds me. We all have something special, we're competitors and friends" I said. They all seemed to nod in agreement.

After an abysmal race, I was laying in my hotel room going through twitter when I saw people talking about how I had taken the younger drivers under my wing and how they would follow me around like lost puppies while you could see the others stare daggers at them. At some point in the weekend, Max did almost carry me away from them, out of jealousy it seems and the gif was circulating all over the internet. I laughed at the tweets, my friends can get jealous, they would be jealous when I hang out with Y/BFF/N but I do need a get away from all the testosterone, but they are nice people, just bad at communicating.

Where trust meets fear- Jude Bellingham

Content: Jude x fem!reader, slight mature language, not fully proof read, Angst!

w.c : 2.2k

summary: You struggle with insecurities and self-destructive behavior in your relationship with Jude. After a painful argument fueled by jealousy and past fears, you find it hard to accept Jude’s constant support.

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Staring at the cellular device for the umpteenth time that night, the thought of smashing the screen against the marble floors crossed your fragmented focus.

Your thoughts drifted back to the slow-witted argument you had with your boyfriend earlier this morning, over a stupid blog post about his new companion for this month.

You knew Jude wasn’t the type to cheat—he did everything to make you feel secure in your relationship. But being an overthinker, you couldn’t quiet your restless mind. You dissected everything: the tone of his texts, why he chose you over the women he was often linked to.

His wild past wasn’t a secret, filled with women who matched his fast-paced world, while you were nothing like them. It made you uneasy, and you resented the constant questioning of his motives, knowing it wasn’t fair to either of you.

Harsh words slipped from your mouth, cutting deeper than you intended, as you watched the hurt ripple across your boyfriend's face. You said things you didn’t mean, questioning his integrity, throwing accusations that didn’t even make sense. The moment replayed in your mind—Jude reaching out, trying to comfort you, before you pushed him away, building a wall between you two.

the same wall he had worked so hard to break down, and despite everything, he had succeeded.

He left shortly after, leaving you wracked with guilt. — reminding you that he wasn’t the one walking away, it was you who was pushing him away.

Your self-destructive tendencies resurfaced in full force, catching you off guard. You thought you had dealt with them, convinced you had outgrown that sorrowful habit.

Mid-thought you hear the front door open, your clearly exhausted 6'1 athletic boyfriend walks in, tossing his training bag onto the counter avoiding your gaze. You walked up to him pulling him to face you which left you even more shattered as you gazed into his exhausted, hurt eyes, what hurt even more was knowing that you were responsible for inflicting that pain on him

"I'm so sorry for everything I've said." you started

"Baby-"

"No, Jude, I really mean it. I hate this—I hate that no matter how hard you try to make me feel safe, I always end up ruining it." You cut him off, your eyes brimming with tears as you refused to meet his gaze. He placed his large palm against your jaw, gently urging you to look at him, but you couldn’t. You felt unworthy of his attention, of his care, of him.

"Look at me," he said firmly, and you complied, locking your gaze with his. A wave of fear washed over you, the unsettling thought that you had finally pushed him to his breaking point, That this time, he might choose not to break down the walls you had already begun to build.

"Hey… hey, stop that," he added, using his fingertip to wipe away the glistening pearls from your cheeks.

The sentimental gesture only confused you more. You questioned why he was being so gentle when frustration radiated from him. It was evident in the way his eyebrows furrowed, and how his eyes darted back and forth across your face, yet he still managed to prioritize your feelings above his own once again.

"You’re doing it again. I can practically sense the thoughts swirling in that head of yours." He attempts to lighten up the mood, as a way to calm you down once again.

"Please, don’t be gentle with me, Jude. I said some messed-up things."

He brushed a strand of hair away from your tear-streaked face, his eyes seeing right through your bullshit. Deep down, he understood—you hadn’t signed up for his lifestyle. He knew this was your first time loving someone with that kind of intensity, and that kind of love made you do things you never thought you would. It pushed you to act out of character, to question everything. And despite your words, he secretly empathized with the weight you were carrying.

"I get it," he said gently. "I know you’re scared of losing us, so you push me away, thinking I’ll leave. But I won’t. You have to accept that I’m not going anywhere" he firmly stated

"I love you, Jude" you replied. Your chest tightened with the weight of the argument looming between you, and he looked at you with a mix of worry, fear, and disappointment in his eyes.

"And I love you, but you won’t let me." He whispered softly as he hesitated, finally letting go of your face. A breath escaped him, one he hadn’t realized he was holding.

The silence was deafening, every unspoken word hanging heavy between you both. You felt like the elephant in the room, foolish for letting things unravel with the one person who truly cared for you, who knew you inside and out. Once again, the realization hit—you didn’t deserve him. And yet somehow, letting him go seemed easier than admitting the depth of your feelings.

"I wish you could let me in, I wish you could just let me love you the way you deserve to be loved, But your fear is greater than what we have and that's something you need to figure out"

"Jude please-" You plead selfishly, knowing that this repeated pattern of you pushing him away and him chasing after you had finally reached the finish line.

His attempt to reach out to you is returned by you taking a step back, further proving his point

“You’re pushing me away when all I want to do is hold you. How long are you going to keep this up?” he replies frustrated with how you keep getting in your own way.

You felt like you were being examined under a microscope, your thoughts laid bare. The silence between you only intensified his frustration, pushing him to dig deeper with more questions in search of clarity.

"You still haven't forgiven me for my past," he states.

“Don’t -” you say, but he interrupts pressing further into your vulnerability.

"The women I've been with—part of you still believes that part of my life is attached to me." He delivers this like a fact, another unpleasant reminder that he knows you better than you know yourself.

He waits patiently for your reaction to his truth bomb, knowing that he is treading on thin ice and that his words aren’t kind. Still, he can’t bring himself to acknowledge how you feel at that moment—not when he constantly puts up with your antics and guards your feelings over his. He knows that this is something you need to hear. You know that too.

“It’s not that simple,” you reply, “You don’t understand what it’s like to constantly compete with ghosts. Knowing I have nothing in common with your lifestyle or the fact that I look nothing like them. How do you expect me to just let that go when that's the bane of my existence Jude"

He sighs, the disappointment evident in his eyes.

"I never asked you to be like them. I'm asking you to trust that I am here, I'm asking you to believe that you are more than enough for me - that I won't leave you."

You turn away, frustration boiling inside you. “How can I do that when it feels like I’m always one step behind, waiting for you to slip back into that life.”

“You’re not behind,” he counters, stepping closer, his tone urgent. ignoring the last sentence you blurted knowing that your vulnerability made you say shit that was insubstantial.

“You’re with me. But you have to let me in. You have to let go of the pain.”

“...And you need to stop feeling so goddamn sorry for yourself,” he said, tone sharp, words piercing through your fog of confusion, challenging you to confront the emotions you’d been avoiding.

He employed the same tactics as on the football field, assessing your vulnerabilities and strategizing. This time, it wasn’t about rivalry or hostility. He was in the same match, but instead of defending against you, he was charging into your thoughts, eager to show he was equally afraid of losing you just as much. To him, you being off the field of his life just wasn’t an option he was settling for.

Your lips trembled as you absorbed his words, your fingers gripping the thin fabric of Jude's shirt. His scent wrapped around you, offering a sense of comfort amid the chaos of the moment.

“I wish I could,” you whisper, tears clouding your vision. “But I’m scared...Scared that I’m not enough for you”

He reaches out, brushing a tear from your cheek with the gentleness you so desperately crave. “You are enough. You don’t have to be perfect. Just be honest with me. Let me help you through this.”

His eyes dart all over your face attempting to decipher your thoughts secretly hoping that you don't push him away; hoping that you'd comfort him.

"I need you to meet me halfway on this; Please, just allow someone to be there for you—for once in your life."

His fingers gently brush against your face, gliding back and forth across your cheek, silently urging for a response. He tilts your face upward, guiding your gaze to meet his, the intensity in his eyes pressing you to say something—anything.

It feels like an eternity since you’ve spoken, the silence between you heavy and suffocating. The tension hangs thick in the air, punctuated only by the faint, steady ticking of the clock bolted to the wall, each sound a reminder of how much time has slipped by without a word.

"Please don't give me space, that's the last thing I want with you." you finally respond

He lets out a sigh of relief, his eyes filled with gratitude. You’re still here, still willing to wait for him, to fight for him with the same intensity he’s fought for you. Without hesitation, he pulls you flush against him, holding you tight as though you were slipping away like quicksand, desperate to keep you grounded in his arms.

But as he holds you, something unsettles him. Your body feels rigid, like you’re pulling away, even though you’re standing in his arms. He brushes his hand gently down your back, tension slightly easing but not fully fading. It lingers, heavy and unspoken - Just like where the both of you stood —on edge

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Thought daughters unite!

This is my first fic in a very long time, so please be kind lol

I love angst so much and I overthink a lottttt hence this fic!!!, so please lmk what you guys would like to read next, my inbox/ asks are open <3

this fic is gravely inspired by Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac. I’ve had that song stuck in my head for days!!

Huge thanks to @urfriendlywriter for the apology prompt, It truly resonated with this story

More little sister Leclerc☹️☹️☹️☹️

Pleaseeee

Maybe something where she’s younger like 10 and Charles is like 16 and her parents said she can’t sleep in their room anymore because she’s a big girl so she goes to Charles room…..

Big girl now

Charles Leclerc x Leclerc!Reader

Summary - Request above <3

Warning - Nightmare

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When Hervé and Pascale had their first child together, Charles Leclerc, they made a promise that they would be stern and loving parents. They wanted to raise their children to be very respectful, responsible and successful people.

So one of the many 'rules' they followed was; Not allowing any of their four children to sleep in their with them after a certain age. What age is that? Five years old.

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01.36am

Charles was sat on his bed, he was watching a tv show whilst also texting with his friends. This was an often occurrence, he's a teenage boy who stayed up all night and slept all day especially now during summer break.

His tv was fairly quiet, even though he was an unruly teenager he respected at least on of his parents wishes - "Be quiet as your sisters room is next door"

The room next door to his was Y/n Leclerc, his five year old baby sister. The light of his life. Every night she is put down to bed for 8.30pm and to wake up at 7.30am.

There was a faint knock at his door. Charles gets up from the comfort of his bed and opens the door gently. Just outside in the darkened hallway is Y/n.

Her hair is crazy, she's clutching tightly to her little teddy bear and there's floods of tears streaming down her face. "Cha Cha?" She whispered.

Instant the sixteen year old boy kneels down. "Que se passe-t-il mon ange?" What's going on my angel? Charles collects the little girl in his arms, thumbs wiping her tears.

"Maman et papa ont dit que je devais être une grande fille" Mommy and Daddy said I had to be a big girl Y/n had yet to learn English, Hervé and Pascale wanted all their children's first language to be French. "Mais c'est effrayant..." But it's scary...

He knew exactly what she was on about, he went through it all with Lorenzo when he was at that age and he did the exact same for Arthur. Charles just picked her up and made his way to bed.

"Veux-tu en parler mon ange?" Do you want to talk about it angel? He knew he had to try, that was how he and Lorenzo would calm down Arthur. But when Y/n just shook her head, Charles knew to not ask again.

Instead Y/n just tucked herself closer to her older brother, muttering softly. "Câlin…câlin" Cuddle...cuddle So thats what he did, Charles held her tightly. Rocking her back to sleep gently.

"C'est bon mon ange…toutes les grandes filles ont parfois besoin de leurs frères..." It's okay angel...all big girls need their brothers sometimes He knew how he had to cherish moments like this because he knows how time flies by.

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Supernatural Masterlist

Gabriel one shots:

This means war- Gabriel and the reader always have prank wars and over time he falls in love with her

Jealousy- Gabriel dies the reader goes to stay with TFW but some how he isn’t dead and comes back because he is a little jealous.

Crowley one shots:

How to love-Crowley saves Winchesters little sister from getting attacked.

Monopoly- Castiel and Crowley play Monopoly with the reader. The reader loses and Sam walks in hearing her yells, thinking she’s hurt.

Dean Winchester one shots:

Go get him- Dean’s scared to date the reader until the reader breaks his walls down. 

All in lyrics- Dean catches the reader dancing to ‘Can’t take my eyes off you’.

Blast from the past-Brothers meet another hunter who’s completely bad ass. Dean realizes that she was the girl he was dating in high school and left without saying a word

Unexpected Surprises-  a young girl calls Dean because that’s the number her mother told her to call in an emergency and tells him that he’s her dad. (Daddy Dean)

Unexpected surprises Part 2- Dean forbids the reader to hunt so she sneaks out and Crowley sends a hell hound to protect her. 

Just perfect- Reader thinks she is to skinny so Dean shows her she’s perfect.

Don’t push me away- Dean gets drunk and when the reader tries to help, Dean pushes her away before realising what he did.

Without you- Reader performs a song she made about Dean.

The good and the bad-the reader is a demon (a good one) and is dating Dean. they both love each other. one day the mark takes over him and he kills her.

Forbidden memories- Dean tortures reader in hell only to find out she’s Cas’s daughter when Cas brings her out. (Daddy Cas)

The words I never said-Dean admits his feelings to the bad ass reader when he thinks he’s going to die.

In every situation (Dean version)- Reader is on her period and Dean helps her.

A perfect family-DeanxReader where they have a small child and the reader is also pregnant (Daddy Dean)

I kissed a girl-Dean finds out the readers first kiss was a girl.

Chevy van- Dean and the reader go for a ride in the Impala. (little bit of smut)

Irresistible-Dean thinks the reader is irresistible.

Listen-Dean is in love with the reader, he keeps trying to tell her but something always get in the way of it.

Clueless-Sam’s P.O.V on the reader and Dean. Moments he caught them doing stuff that made it obvious they belonged together, yet the remain clueless.

Behind a smile-Winchester brothers go undercover at a school and Dean asks about his childhood best friend only to find out she committed suicide.

Behind a smile Part 2-The brothers find out that (y/n)’s body didn’t have her birthmark. Dean tried to convince Sam the reader is still alive and that’s a shifter.

Behind a smile Part 3-Dean finds a note from the reader.

Behind a smile Part 4- Dean and Sam know where to look for the reader.

Blind love-Dean bumps into reader and instantly connects with her and asks her to get a drink with him but she’s blind and insecure about it.

Blind love Part 2-Dean meets the reader for a date.

Mistakes-reader is dating Dean and after getting drunk she sleeps with his brother.

Mistakes Part 2-Reader can’t bare to be around Dean because of guilt.

Mistakes Part 3-Dean tries to convince reader to come back.

Mistakes Part 4-Reader tries to end her life. (Warnings: Suicide)

Mistakes Part 5- Reader is in hospital.

True Love-witch puts a spell on Sam and dean so they both fall in love with the reader.

not alone-reader cries a lot due to depression/things she’s been through in her lifetime.

Perfect for me-reader is an only child and she brings her boyfriend dean and his brother Sam home for a weekend

To break a heart-Reader tells Dean she loves him only that Dean doesn’t share the same feelings until she leaves.

Innocently badass-reader is so badass, more badass than him and he is just in awe with her.

No one’s to old for fairytales-Dean and the reader get cursed into different fairytales.

The diary of a lost girl-Dean finds the readers diary

Bubblegum bitch-Reader is confident and gets stares from every guy especially a certain Winchester.

Black eyed beauty-Dean gets possessed on a hunt and hurts the reader.

Beastly-The reader gets cursed to look hideous and can only be turned back if she finds someone who will truly love her.

Jump the shark-Episode jump the shark, Dean get’s upset and the reader comforts him. 

Reunited-reader is reunited with dean after not seeing him since high school and him discovering that your also a hunter

My bloody valentine-the bloody valentine episode where everyone craves something.  Dean and reader crave each other.

Darkness within-Reader tells Dean they’re a supernatural being.

Part of me-Winchester brothers go to Bobby’s only to find another hunter that Dean takes a interest in.

To help the pain- Reader (Dean’s girlfriend) gets wisdom teeth out, so Dean and TFW look after her.

Dreams can come true-Reader get’s married to Dean, they go on a honeymoon and have children. (smut) (Daddy Dean)

I love you too-reader gets taken by demons for information on the Winchesters but she won’t tell them anything.

Sam Winchester one shots:

Wedding from hell- Sam marries Becky leaving the reader alone who leaves and when Sam is back to normal he finds it’s to late for him to get the reader back. 

Karma- Reader can’t cope when she finds Sam asleep in bed with Ruby.

Happy Birthday- Sam give the reader a surprise on her birthday.

Doll faces-Winchester brothers owe a friend a favour and babysit the reader and their sister, only that Sam can see the reader isn’t how a child such be.

The coffee shop girl- Sam is awe struck by the girl he see’s in the coffee shop but she turns out to be insecure and shy.

Mixed up love- Sam likes the reader and asks her friend to help him practice asking her out, reader mishears and thinks Sam loves her.

Where are the muffins- Reader and Sam cooking dinner for Dean and Cas in the kitchen.

Not all stories have a happy ending-After dating the reader in college, Sam leaves the reader with no explanation. Years later he finds out she’s become a demon.

Not all stories have a happy ending Part 2- Sam tries to bring back his old girlfriend.

Trouble in tattoo’s-The boys bump into another hunter at Bobby’s, but this time Sam is the one who takes an interest to the cheeky hunter.

Trouble in tattoo’s Part 2- Sam’s starts to ignore the reader.

Trouble in tattoo’s Part 3- Sam gets jealous when the reader gets close to someone else. 

In another life-Sam and Dean get sent into the ‘real world’ Sam find out’s that his wife is Ruby, but that’s not all he finds out. (Daddy Sam)

In another life Part 2- Sam finds the reader in his world. (Daddy Sam)

Attached-Sam goes to Bobby’s house who is currently looking after a little girl who had lost her parents and gets attached to Sam.

Attached Part 2-After leaving the reader, The brothers bump into her a few years later.

People change-Sam realises the innocent girl in college is now cold hearted.

People change part 2-Sam tries to get reader to stay with him and Dean.

Baby on board-Sam oneshot where the reader gets turned into a baby.

Smother-Reader refuses to let Sam love her. 

Scars-Reader is insecure and Sam coax’s her into showing him her true emotions that she’s buried all these years. (smut)

In every situation-Sam helps the reader on her period

Suicide-Reader pushes everyone away but Sam’s determined to stay

Beastly-the reader was born with a strange face and hides her face from everyone accepting she’ll always be alone until Sam Winchester turns up.

Here for you-Sam helps the reader when she has a panic attack.

Till death do us part-Sam’s wedding night with his virgin wife! (smut)

Daydreamin’-Reader see’s Sam ‘Agent Smith’ and immediately develops a crush

Daydreamin’ Part 2- Sam finds out the reader he saved is now a hunter.

Perfect for me-Reader is shorter than Sam and he finds it adorable.

Speak now-Reader is in love with Sam but she finds out he’s getting married.(Not the Becky episode)

Smitten-On a hunt Sam gets hit by a love spell which makes him fall for the first person he see’s.

To build a bridge-Reader is in love with Sam so when their on a hunt they each have to reveal a secret.

Let me show you-Sam and the reader are dating but the reader always feels to insecure. (Smut)

Shy Lovin’-Reader is Sam’s girlfriend, who’s very shy.

Soulless Sam:

Dream nightmares for me-Readers view on soulless Sam.

Lucifer one shots:

Night time cries-Lucifer is invading readers dreams to get information out of her.

Night time cries Part 2-Lucifer invades readers dreams to find information

Winchester brothers one shots:

Wild- Brothers find a feral teen and take care of her. 

Take my hand, Brother- Sam and Dean are searching for a cure for the mark. And dean breaks down, asking why Sam even cares (No reader).

The sweetest killer- reader use to be a mercenary, she is pretty bad ass and they both love the way she fights. She’s also sweet and Awkward.

Remain calm-Sam and Dean calming down the reader after s/he just had a panic attack followed by a nightmare.

My boys-the reader is cranky and on her period and Sam and Dean lovingly take care of her

Shorty-Reader is short but clever and the boys always tease her.

British chippy-Reader is from England so the boys make fun of her accent.

To capture hearts-Both Sam and Dean admit their in love with the reader.

Monster-Reader comes back from Hell a changed person.

Monster Part 2-Reader comes back from Hell a changed person.

Hidden talents-When the brothers and the reader end up in a club and have to act normal they find out the reader has been hiding a secret talent.

Team Free will one shots:

Monopoly- Castiel and Crowley play Monopoly with the reader. The reader loses and Sam walks in hearing her yells, thinking she’s hurt.

I don’t think so-Team free will gets really over protective of the reader when she brings her boyfriend home.

Girls?-Team free will get turned into girls 

The bird and the bee’s-Brothers have to explain to Cas the birds and the bee’s when Cas ask’s if the reader could demonstrate for him.

Make it stop-Bloody valentine episode where the reader craves her old self harm addiction. (Warning: mentions of self harm)

Make it stop Part 2- Team free will go back in time to find out what reader was hiding.

Make it stop Part 3- Reader has to play bait on a hunt.

Leather baby-Reader has had a few stares from wearing her leather jacket.

Twister-Reader plays twister with Team free will

Together- reader is pregnant and going into labor and team free will has to take care of her during an at home birth

Together Part 2- Readers baby get’s taken by demons.

Castiel one shots:

Cry to me-Castiel catches reader dancing to Cry to me so she teaches him how to dance

In every situation (Cas version)- Reader is on her period and Cas helps her.

Angel in a trench coat- Reader puts up walls but Castiel broke through them.

Starring role- Castiel and reader find a baby and have to take care of it while the Winchesters are away.

Winchester sister one shots:

Laughing gas-Reader is Sam and Dean’s little sister and has to have laughing gas.

Pet names- Moments where the brothers have used different pet names on their sister.

Silently mad-Sam leaves his sister after Dean goes to hell, when Dean returns and they go to get her back, they find out she’s not the same.

Silently mad Part 2- Sam finds out his sisters mental health isn't all it seemed to be.

Cry to big brothers- Sister has been hit with a spell that makes her finally show her emotions.

The sad kind- reader is Sam and Deans younger sister (around 15-17) and Dean is drunk. But not the goofy kind of drunk, the sad kind.

A sisters pain-The brothers sister gets hurt on a hunt after training to hard.

A sister?-The boys meet their sister on a hunt and take her back to Bobby’s, only to find out Bobby already knew who she was.

A sister? Part 2- Brothers take their sister with them.

A sister? Part 3-Reader goes missing. 

Invisible-Reader is the sister of Sam and Dean, she constantly feels left out as they ignore her without realizing they are.

Invisible part 2-Reader finally leaves her brothers.

Invisible Part 3-Boys persuade sister to come back.

Invisible Part 4- Sam and Dean realise something has the reader in her mind. 

Invisible Part 5-Bobby and the brothers go into the readers dreams to find out what’s hurting her.

Here to help-Sister has a stutter that she hid from the boys but had now come back and needs her brothers help to get rid of.

How to love-Crowley saves Winchesters little sister from getting attacked.

Heart of Gold-reader is homeless, and bumps into one of the boys from tfw.

Heart of Gold Part 2- Reader stays with the brother.

Heart of gold Part 3- Brothers find out about readers past.

Heart of Gold part 4- Readers bonds with team free will.

Slowly breaking-Everyone notices how the brothers feel, but no one stops to see how the reader feels about everything. (Warning: Self harm and suicide)

Slowly breaking Part 2- Reader gets rushed into hospital.

Slowly breaking Part 3- Brothers don’t like it when they find their sister talking to a boy.

Sketches-Reader is Sam and Dean’s sister and they find out she’s been hiding talents from them.

Always here-Sam refuses to let sister go when Lucifer makes him see her death.

Protective brothers-Lot’s of moments showing where the Reader (sister) is in trouble and big brothers come to the rescue.

Dad’s on a hunting trip-Episode 1 of Dean bringing Sam back just in a version where they have a sister. (not reader though)

Until proven- Sister reader has appendicitis, but Dean doesn’t believe her until they have to rush her into hospital. 

Have a merry christmas- Reader is Winchester brothers little sister and they decide to celebrate Christmas for her.

Protecting you-Dean has to leave to help a friend and leaves Sam in charge of their sister.

You’re safe now- Brothers sister has been acting weird. (Warning: Rape)

You’re safe now Part 2- Brothers try to help the reader

You’re safe now Part 3- Reader tells tfw what happened to her. 

The shadow:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Title: Not a Burden

Characters: Shelby Brothers x Shelby!Sister; Alfie Solomons

Summary: Y/N Shelby is starting to feel a burden to her family, and wanted to do her part in helping the family- except she decided to work with another gangster to help her with her cause.

Warnings: A rotten dude exposing himself to a minor. Please do not continue/read if that bothers you.

Word Count: 5.8k

Author’s Note: This was way longer than I expected, but I'm glad to be able to post it finally. I hope you enjoy a longer fluffy little sister Shelby fic! Also comments/reblogs feeds a writer's soul!

Y/N wasn’t usually an eavesdropper, but her family was so loud it didn’t really matter if she was trying to or not. She heard only pieces of what they were talking about, but it was clear on what the problem was. The Shelby family was running short on money. With their reputation, there wasn’t much that they needed to pay for, but maintaining that power requires people to be bought.

“We still need to buy Y/N’s medicine and school supplies,” Polly reminded the boys.

“She’s all better- does she still need medicine?” John asked.

“Yes,” Tommy answered shortly. He wasn’t going to let his younger sister suffer just because they hadn’t managed their money well this month.

“If you boys hadn’t put business before her as usual, she wouldn’t have gotten sick.”

Y/N felt her heart sink as she heard her name being mentioned as one of the reason they were short on the money. A few weeks ago, she caught pneumonia after walking home from school. Usually, one of the brothers would drop her off, but they were called away and she insisted that she would be fine. Tommy left a few Peaky boys around the city to keep an eye on her while having her believe that she was walking home independently. When it started raining, she thought nothing of it as she enjoyed the rain and didn’t find it as an inconvenience. That night as the boys got home, she couldn’t greet them with her usual energy as she felt ill. She skipped dinner and went to bed early, and by the next morning her fever almost overtook her. It was an awful few days, and she had to be hospitalized immediately. Tommy paid to make sure she was getting the best treatment, and as she realized, it must have costed the family a fortune. Her lips started wobbling at the thought that she was the reason her family was struggling, but she soon wiped away the tears, knowing it wouldn’t do anything. She made a promise to do her best to help the family. She started with eating less, skipping a few meals here and there to make sure the food can at least be stretched out without her eating it. Next was her school supplies, she was usually a meticulous scholar, having all her notes organized but she now made it a point to make sure she didn’t need to replace her items as quickly. Her final idea was to use some of her old clothes, and turn them into handkerchiefs to sell on the streets. She was a great seamstress for her age, and knew that this was something she would be able to do easily. With a new found resolve, she took a deep breath and got to work.

Y/N has been selling her handkerchiefs for a couple of days now, not earning as much as she wanted to, but at least it was something. She mostly sold them after school under the guise of playing, and would end up staying up to do her homework. This worked out in her favour as she can skip breakfast the next day for more sleep. She was getting quite tired, but her love for her family overpowered her desire to rest and sleep. It was a cold foggy day in Small Heath and Y/N was standing at a different street to attract new customers. She was trying to get the attention of the people walking by, but to no avail. Finally, she saw a man approach.

“Hi mister! Would you like to buy a handkerchief for a lovely lady in your life?” she asked with a huge smile. As the man got closer, her smile drop as she saw his intoxicated state and leery grin.

“Hey there little girl. It’s not safe for you to be out here all alone.”

“I-I’m not alone,” she lied. “My brothers are just at that shop.” She pointed to somewhere behind her, hoping her lie was believable enough.

“Uh huh.” The man got closer, close enough that she could smell the alcohol off him. “That’s a nice hankerchief you have there. Mind if I grab one-“ He plucked it out of her hand without hearing her answer, and stuffed it down his pants.

“Wh-What are you doing, mister?” she asked, as she saw his hand move inside his pants. He was moaning as if in pain, eyes closed. “Mister?”

“Fuck,” he cursed, shoulders dropping in relief. He took out the handkerchief, a white sticky substance staining the once floral pattern. With an evil grin, he grabbed the back of Y/N’s head, trying to stuff the handkerchief in her mouth. She squirmed against his grip.

“No! What are you doing?!” She was pushing his arm away but he was much stronger. He was able to smear the cloth against her cheek before he was pulled off her by another stranger.

“Now that’s not a very nice thing to do,” the man started. “Taking advantage of little girls.” He nodded towards someone behind him, and placed a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Are you okay, dove?”

She shook her head, unsure of what just happened.

He took another one of her handkerchief peaking out of her bag, and poured what smells like alcohol from the flask in his pocket. He gently rubbed the white substance off her face, making sure there were no traces left behind. “Make sure you clean your little face real good when you get home, okay dove?”

She ignored his suggestion, staring up at his somewhat familiar face. “Who are you?”

“Name’s Alfie Solomons. We’ve met before but you were just a little babe- about yeah high.” He motioned to a little lower than his knee. “You’re Y/N Shelby. Your brothers and I are business partners.”

At the mention of her brothers she lit up, trusting the man immediately.

“Now what is the likes of yourself doing on the streets? Don’t tell me that stubborn brother of yours cut you off from their money.”

She shook her head vehemently. “Tommy would never do that!” She stared at her shuffling feet, ashamed. “I made my family spend too much money so I want to pay them back. They’re not financially in a good spot.”

Alfie raised an eyebrow, unsure that the little Shelby knows what she just did by telling him that. Any of the Shelby’s enemy would yell in glee by that information, knowing that the mob family was vulnerable to attacks because of their lack of funding. Luckily, Alfie was quite fond of the Shelby family, and his new favourite was the one standing in front of him. His cold heart warmed at the thought that she was so worried for her family that she would go all the way to selling her stuff on the street as if there wasn’t a mark on her back because of her last name. “Well then today is your lucky day. I was looking for a little assistant to help me with things as I settle into me temporary home here.”

“Really? What kinda things?” she asked, eyes wide with hope.

The man was surprised at her eagerness, realizing that her siblings must’ve done a great job at protecting her from their world as she was still able to put her faith in people like that. “Just small things- picking up my groceries from the market, and maybe a prescription here and there from the pharmacy for me eye. I can pay you,” he paused, playing with his beard for the extra suspense. “Ten shillings a week.”

“Wow! That’s so much!” She agreed happily to his terms.

“Every Monday I will give you a list of what I need for the week, and I will pay you every week when you make your deliveries.”

“Thank you thank you!”

“Though before I hire you, you need to be better at indiscretion.”

“What does that mean?”

“You can’t go around telling people that your brothers don’t have money- your brother’s got enemies that could take him down with that information.”

Her eyes widened as she realized the severity of what she had done. “I’m so stupid!” she cried, hitting her head with her balled up fists.

“Hey, hey, there's no need for that now.” Alfie has seen grown men with less guilt for putting their family in danger with the information they divulged. “Lucky for you- you just told lil' old me, and I’m harmless.”

Y/N looked up to the London gangster with tears still lining her eyes.

“Don’t cry, dove. I’m sure even if you spent all of your brother’s money, they wouldn’t have the heart to be mad at ya.”

“I would never do that!” she said, taking his jokes quite seriously. “My family means everything to me.”

Alfie nodded, confirming that he made the right decision in hiring and caring for her. He walked her back to the outskirt of Shelby territory, knowing that her brothers would have people around to look out for her.

It’s been a few weeks since Y/N started her job as Alfie’s errand girl. Both her and the gangster was surprised that her brothers hadn’t caught wind of their relation. Though the two didn't spend more time than necessary together, they became quite close. Alfie was busy with running an organization, and Y/N was busy trying to get her homework finished. She also kept up with selling her handkerchief when she had time between running errands for Alfie, schoolwork, and pretending to be a normal kid in front of her family. She was upset that she couldn’t spend as much time with her siblings as before, but she knew she has to in order to make up for being a burden.

“Y/N,” Finn called, seeing his sister walking to their home after school. “Tommy’s called for a family meeting.”

Her eyes widened, and her heart started thundering with excitement. She raised a good amount of money, and felt like she could share with her family what she’s been up to. “Okay, Finn. I’ll be right there!” She ran to her room, grabbing her shoulder bag full of money and was basically vibrating with excitement while they waited for the entire family to trickle in. She sat in the middle of Arthur and John, ignoring their chuckles at her gleaming eyes. 

“Sounds like it’ll be a breezy meeting if you’re letting Y/N sit this one in,” John commented towards Tommy who was lighting a cigarette. 

“Let’s begin,” the older brother ignored the comment and started the meeting. “As you know-” 

The youngest Shelby’s hand shot out in the air as if she was at school. 

Tommy raised an eyebrow, trying not to show any indication of annoyance at his sister’s behaviour. The second oldest brother was too soft when it comes to matter to sister, and he would rather blind himself than purposely hurt her. “What is it?”

“I have something to share with you guys.” She pulled her out her messenger bag that she carries her handkerchief and the money she collected thus far with.

“What you got for us, girlie?” Arthur asked, peering into her bag to catch a glimpse of her gift to them. 

She took her bag off, and emptied the contents on the table. The Shelby clan’s jaw dropped in shock. They weren’t expecting their youngest sibling to be emptying almost 100 shillings in cash on their table. 

“How in the hell did you get that much money?” John asked. 

“Girl, you better not be stealing,” Polly chastised, eyes narrowing. 

“I’m not! I swear it.” She looked around for her family’s approving faces, but was just met with surprised and curious looks.

“Then you better explain yourself.” 

“I overheard you guys talking a few weeks ago about being short, and I know it was my fault. I stupidly got sick so you guys had to spend money on me, and I felt really bad so I decided to help. I cut my old clothes and sewed them into handkerchiefs- I’ve been selling them on the streets to make the money.”

“You made this much selling handkerchiefs?” Tommy asked, an eyebrow raised in  suspicion.

“Well… no… I wasn’t making much- just a few shillings here and there, but someone hired me!”

“Who?” Arthur asked.

“Mr. Solomons.”

“Y/N!” Polly berated. “Do you know who that is?”

“At first I didn’t, but he said he knew me since I was little. He was a really nice man, and he gave me 10 shillings every week to run some errands for him.”

“What kind of errands?”

“Just picking up groceries and prescription- that’s all!”

“I don’t want you seeing him again,” Tommy said sternly.

“But Tommy- he’s a real nice man.”

“Yea you said that already,” Arthur muttered, unamused by his sister’s connection.

“How did you even meet with the likes of him?” John asked, wondering how his sister got into contact with the mobster.

“Well… one day when I was selling my stuff, this man took my handkerchief and he stuffed it down his pants. I’m not sure what he was doing but he was rubbing it a lot in his pants, and making a lot of weird noises. When he was done there was this white icky stuff, and he wanted to put it in my mouth. I was so scared but Mr. Solomons came and saved me!”

“What the fuck?!” Arthur roared with fury. He jumped out of his seat, John following with him. “Who was this man? What did he look like?”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise at her brother’s reaction. “I-I don’t know. Mr. Solomons pulled the man away, and next thing I know the man was gone.” She turned to Tommy who’s jaw was clenched, and his knuckles were white from gripping his the edge of the table. “Am I in trouble, Tommy?” she asked quietly, head bowing down in shame.

“No.” He pushed himself off the table and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You did nothing wrong, but we are going to pay a visit to Mr. Solomons.”

She nodded, following her brothers who were hastily putting on their jackets. She usually held on to Tommy’s hand when they were out for safety, but he had both fists clenched the entire time, making her her believe that she was in trouble. Arthur and John were no different. She thought if they were cartoon characters they would have steam coming out of their ears. It didn’t take them long to get to Alfie's temporary lodging.

“Well well well… if it isn’t the Shelby boys, and the little princess.”

“Hi, Mr. Solomons!” she greeted with a wave and a smile.

“Hello, little one.”

Tommy moved to cover Y/N from Alfie’s gaze which did not go unnoticed.

“Oh relax, would you? I would never hurt a hair on little Y/N’s head. Didn’t you hear? I saved her from an unsightly perv-”

“Did you skin him alive?” Arthur growled. “Did you tear him apart and burn him to ashes?”

“Actually, I’m sure you’d be happy to know, but I have kept the lad barely alive. I figured once the littlest Shelby told you guys what she’s been up to, you lot would pay me a visit.”

“Where is he?!” Arthur grabbed Alfie’s collar, pushing him against the wall.

“Arthur-“ John placed a hand on his oldest brother’s shoulder. “Take it easy.”

“He’s in the barn by the outskirt of town. My men have been keeping him barely alive, but I’m not sure how much longer he’ll have.”

“Tommy-“ Arthur turned to his brother, a short silent conversation happening.

“Go.” Arthur and John didn’t waste another minute and left for the man.

“What are you trying to do, Alfie?”

 “What?”

“Why are you helping us?”

“Correction. I’m helping Y/N. What she chooses to do with the money I give her is her choice. If she decides to spend all that money on the sweet ice cream shop across the street then that’s her choice, and if she decides to spend the money on helping her family, then I really can’t say anything, can I?”

Tommy’s eyes narrowed, and then flickered when Y/N wrapped her hand around his, seeing it was finally unclenched. “You hurt her in any way, and I will end you.”

“Despite your very hurtful assumptions of me, I would never hurt Y/N.”

She smiled at the older man, already considering him another kind uncle.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, little Shelby?”

“8am sharp!” she responded with a little salute.

“Alfie-“

“You can have your men escort her here or I can have my men pick her up and drop her off at your residence. She’s never been alone while running errands-“

“What?!” Y/N exclaimed, surprised at the revelation.

“You think I would let a little Shelby running around associating with me unattended, child? That’s as good as a death wish. I had my men following you to make sure no one would mess with ya.”

The girl pouted, thinking of the bodyguards as babysitters. “I’m not a baby.”

“No, you’re not,” Tommy started, ignoring Alfie’s raised eyebrow, “but you are still a child, and we are not going to take that risk of you running around by yourself.” Not with a target on your back, Tommy added in his thoughts.

As they were heading out, Alfie put a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, stopping the man in his tracks and leaned near his ear. “Girl’s too hard on herself. Now, I don’t what you Shelby boys have been filling her head with but she’s got more loyalty than the lot of you. Make sure you pay her the same respect. She don’t need to be skipping meals trying save y’alls money, but she does it anyways.”

Tommy’s jaw clenched, nodding sharply. “See you around.”

“See you later, brother.”

As they walked out, Y/N tugged on her older brother’s hand. “Tommy, where are we going?”

“We’re gonna make sure Arthur and John do their job,” Tommy simply replied.

“I-I have to see the man again?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“No,” he answered right away. “This man will never bother you again.”

Tommy said nothing as they continued their journey to the barn. In truth he wanted a piece of action in giving the man what he deserved, and he knew he shouldn’t take her with them because this was what he wanted to protect her from, but at the same time he needed her to be physically with him to make sure she was safe. He couldn’t believe in his stress he didn’t check up on her like he should- he didn’t make sure she was safe. The fact that this man was able to even approach her like that was something he thought should’ve never happened. He knew now that she needed more protection- more people to watch out for her. He was more than disgusted at what that piece of garbage did, and he wanted to make sure he paid for his crimes. His sister is pure in every way, and he wasn’t going to let anyone make her feel uncomfortable like that again. He made sure she wasn’t exposed to the dirty life they lead, and if it was up to him he would make sure she never would.

Tommy made sure Y/N stayed in the car, telling her that one of the brothers would be out in a bit to keep her company. He entered the barn, hand already on his gun. He wasn’t surprised that Arthur was still beating the bloodied man up while John leaned on the wall, his fists equally bloodied.

“John, go keep Y/N company outside. Arthur,” Tommy called for his brother’s attention. “Is the man dead?”

“Not yet. I want the fucker to suffer as much as I could,” the oldest Shelby said, spitting at the barely alive man.

Tommy stepped closer, hearing his raspy breathing from the beating he took. He took out his gun, pointing to the man’s crotch. “There’s a special place in hell for people like you.” The Shelby leader kept his voice low, making sure the man wait in anticipation at what he was going to do. He shot the first bullet, the man howling in pain. The two ruthless brothers watched him writhe around before he passed out, then Tommy shot the final bullet to his temple.

Arthur pulled out his lighter from his pocket, dropping it on the man before leaving the burning barn with his brother. Outside, John had Y/N in his arms, the little girl laughing at his animated stories. The two older brothers got in the car and drove away.

When dinner came around, Tommy watched as Y/N serve the kitchen staff heaping of food on their plate, but only put barely any on her plate. He was reminded of Alfie’s words, and stepped behind Y/N. He grabbed the spoon she was serving herself with and the plate, putting more food on it.

“To-Tommy, I’m not that hungry!”

“There’s plenty of food, so eat.”

“I was planning to eat the leftovers tomorrow for lunch.”

“There’ll be food tomorrow for your breakfast and lunch.” He didn’t miss the fact that she purposely skipped breakfast.

“Bu-“

“You haven’t been eating,” he said, and the little girl froze.

She lowered her head, and Tommy’s heart dropped to his stomach when he caught her glistening eyes, and the reflection of her tears on her cheeks. He immediately put the food down, going down on one knee to see her face. “Why are you crying, love?”

“Tommy, I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for, love? I told you nothing was your fault.”

“Everything is my fault though! I can’t do anything right!” she exclaimed, tears running down her face. He pulled her up, carrying her to his office for more privacy and sat down on his couch with her on his lap.

“What’s this all about- why aren’t you eating?” 

“I just feel awful,” she wailed finally, her eyes never meeting her brother’s in shame. “I got sick and you all had to pay so much for my medicine! I tried to eat less to make up the money you guys spent on me, but it didn’t feel like enough-“

“No,” he said sternly. “You are not missing meals or eating less because you feel guilty. You will eat the proper amount, got it?”

“But-“

“Don’t make me tell Polly to monitor your meals.”

“I just wanted to do my part in helping with the family. You guys do so much for me, and I haven’t done anything.”

“Y/N, you are a child. You don’t need to worry yourself with these things. Your big brothers are gonna take care of everything for you.”

“But you’re already so stressed out, and I feel like I’m causing so much trouble. I’m not even worth it-“

“Y/N M/N Shelby,” Tommy hissed. Despite his tone, he gently grabbed her chin with his index finger, forcing her to look at him. With tears lining her eyes, she finally met his soft blue eyes, finding no trace of resentment but only love. “You will never say those words again.”

“Tommy-“

“You are worth everything and more than what we have. If I have to lose everything we own and burn down this whole city for you, I will. You are the most important thing in my life, and I will not hear you say those words again.”

“‘m sorry, Tommy.”

“Stop apologizing. You have done nothing wrong.” She leaned back down, her tears stopping to a few sniffles. “So here’s what we’re gonna do. You will eat to your fill, and tomorrow we will get ice cream after you’ve finished your errands.”

Her head snapped back up at the mention of her favourite treat. “Ice cream?”

“Yes, but you have to finish the food on your plate.”

With a wide grin she nodded, jumping out of his lap to get started on her food. He went over to the family room, finding his family getting read to head to the kitchen.

“Why has no one noticed Y/N hasn’t been eating?” he thundered, glaring at his family members for not noticing her lack of proper care.

“She’s not?” John asked, thinking back to his encounters with her.

“I thought she was just getting conscious about her body,” Polly shrugged. “You know how girls that age are, but I always made sure to put more food on her plate.”

“She has been skipping meals because she feels bad that we’re spending money on her, and I will not let that happen ever again. If anyone sees anything amiss- anything at all, you come straight to me.”

“Y’know,” Arthur started, scratching the ends of his moustache. “When I checked her homework the other day, I noticed that she was writing extra small. Me thinks she’s trying to extend her school supplies as well.” The brothers had long stopped making fun of Arthur for insisting on checking her homework. Everyone knew Y/N was the most educated on paper, but Arthur felt it was his obligation as her oldest brother to see that her homework was done and done well.

Tommy placed a hand on his forehead, wondering how much he’s missed in the last few months. “Fuck,” he cursed.

When the family went to the kitchen, they frowned when they saw Y/N staring at her food without eating a single bite. When she saw them come in, she burst into a huge smile. “I was waiting for you to eat together!”

“Oh silly girl. Your food’s all cold now,” Polly chided.

“It’s okay!” she shook her head. Arthur took the plate in front of her while Polly prepared another plate fresh from the stove, adding a bit more food than what initially had. “Arthur no! You can’t have my cold food.”

“D’n worry, love. It’ll get warm in my belly anyways!” He put both hands on his belly, patting it.

She giggled at the sight, and her eyes twinkled at the sight of her family around her. They all made jokes with her whilst still making sure she was eating so when she cleared her plate, Polly sneakily grabbed her plate while Arthur was distracting her and put a little more food in front of her. To everyone’s delight she ate it all, yawning after all the food was gone and the laughters died down.

“Tommy, can everyone come get ice cream with me tomorrow?”

“You were gonna get ice cream without us?” John asked, hand on his chest as if the thought offended him.

"Never!" she shook her head. "We're all going, right Tommy?" Her brother could only nod at her request with a small smile.

Arthur cleared his throat and got up. “Now before you go to bed, love, we need to check your homework. Perhaps we can clean your backpack as well.”

“Okay, Arthur.” She hopped off her chair, grabbing his hand and leading him to her room where she does all her homework. She took out her notebook, and Arthur immediately noticed the worn out pages from how little she had written in the notebook- it was barely legible.

“Love, I can barely read your writing!” he exclaimed. “You need to write bigger next time- for your dear old brother’s sake, eh?”

“Sorry, Arthur.” She looked down at her shoes. “I was trying to make my notebooks last longer so you wouldn’t have to buy me more.”

“None of that. You’re our little scholar- we need you to be studying hard with all the right supplies or else who’s gonna be keeping Tommy in line?”

She giggled at his jokes, and nodded, relieved that she didn’t have to lie to her brothers anymore.

“Now, read me your answers so your dear old brother doesn’t have to strain his eyes.” He sat on her chair, picking her up to put on his lap just like when she was smaller.

She read him the questions and her answers, pointing them out so there were no spelling errors either.

“Well, we got ourselves a little Shelby genius here!” he kissed her cheek, and she flinched away from his moustache, giggling all the way.

“It tickles!” she shrieked as he continued to rub his cheeks against her soft ones.

“Alright, love. Good job on your homework.”

“Can I go to bed not, Artie? I’m feeling kinda tired?” the littlest Shelby yawned to prove her point, already almost dozing off.

“Tired, eh? What have you been doing to be so tired?” Arthur asked it as a joke, but Y/N avoided his eyes as she thought he was being serious.

“I’ve been staying up late making the handkerchief, and waking up early to sell it so I can do errands for Alfie after school and still do my chores when I get home.”

Arthur’s heart broke hearing how much his youngest sister has been working, and he immediately gave her a hug. “You don’t need to do that anymore, love. Tommy’s got a plan- kid like you don’t need to be working so hard, eh?”

She nodded, almost already dozing off in her brother’s embrace.

“Go get ready for bed, and I’ll come back to tuck you in.”

“Okay!” She left for the bathroom, and Arthur went back to the kitchen where his family had stayed to grab her a glass of water for the night.

He gave a deep sigh, rubbing his forehead and closing his eyes tightly.

“Is Y/N okay?” John asked, his oldest brother’s state putting him on alert.

“Girl’s been working herself to the bone for the last month- staying up late, not eating, and still trying to run everyone’s errands. She’s fucking exhausted and it’s not even 8pm yet where before she would be begging us to play with her until midnight.” Arthur shook his head, filling up the water in the cup and leaving again.

“You tucking her in?” Tommy asked.

“Yea. She asked if she could sleep early- nearly fell asleep on me.”

Tommy nodded, following his older brother to her room. Y/N was brushing her hair, lighting up when she saw her brothers again. Arthur placed the glass of water beside her bed, and came up to her to take the brush from her hand. He finished brushing her hair for her, reminding the siblings of when she was younger and sat on his lap while he tried figuring out how to braid her hair.

“There you go, love. Prettiest girl in all of Small Heath.”

She giggled, but shook her head. “No, Artie- That’s Ada!”

“You both are the prettiest girls in Small Heath, and dare I say the whole world!”

Y/N giggled again, giving her brother a big hug before settling in bed where Tommy was standing by. He smiled as she got under the covers, and he sat down on the edge of her bed, pulling the covers right under her chin. He placed a hand on her small face, rubbing at her cheek with his thumb. He noted how soft and smooth it was, reminding him just how young she was. He leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead.

“I love you, Y/N- so much,” he whispered seeing her eyes droop.

“I love you too, Tommy,” she mumbled before succumbing to her tiredness.

The next day, Y/N and her brothers made their way to the ice cream shop. Suddenly, she stopped and gasped. “We should invite Alfie!”

The brothers couldn’t stop their sister in time before she ran off to his house, and they were quick to follower her. She knocked on his door, rocking on her feet in excitement. When the door opened, she was surprised to find someone else at the door. She hadn’t noticed but her brothers surely did that his hand was underneath his coat, most likely holding on to a gun.

“Excuse me, is Mr. Solomons home?” she asked before being pulled back by Finn behind her other brothers who had stood in front of her.

“Ah if it isn’t the Shelby clan,” the man muttered.

“Who’s there?” Alfie asked, approaching the door.

“Alfie!” Y/N greeted, shaking off Finn’s hand around her. “D’you wanna come with us to the ice cream shop?”

“Well I can’t refuse a little lady as yourself.” He grabbed his hat, and gave instructions to the man who opened the door. “Be a dear and finish up here, why don’t you.”

The Camden mobster followed the family to the ice cream shop, everyone in the shop immediately ceasing their chatter. Y/N paid no attention to the fear in everyone’s eyes as she ran up to the selection of ice cream they had.

“Mister, I want ice cream for all of us, please!” she ordered. “I can pay for everyone!” She held up her little horse purse that Tommy got her so long ago.

“Oh, there’s no need for that,” Alfie said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“No, no! I want to treat you guys to ice cream.” As she went back to picking a flavour, the 4 mobster (and Finn) stared the poor owner down, not having to say a single word to get their point across.

“Don’t worry about paying Miss Shelby. Your ice creams are on the house!” he said trying to sound jovial, but tripping over his words.

Y/N didn’t notice his stutter, but beamed in happiness. “Really?”

“Yes- you never have to pay for ice cream here!” 

“Wow! That’s very nice of you, mister!”

Y/N made sure everyone got their ice cream first, having a habit of putting everyone first. When it was time for her ice cream, the man made the mistake of making eye contact with Alfie. His shaking hands didn’t wait for Y/N to grab the ice cream, and slipped form her tiny hands and on the floor.

“Oh no- oh God,” the man immediately muttered. You could hear a pin drop at how quiet it was in the shop. People tensed, waiting for a bloodbath to occur.

Y/n gasped in surprise. “Oh no! Spilled ice cream. I’m sorry mister- I can help clean up!” She narrated the event only like a child could.

“Oh- uh- well- Don’t worry about the mess,” the man sputtered. “It was my fault. I can give you another ice cream.”

“It’s okay mister. You already gave us all ice cream,” Y/N said, trying to hide her disappointment. Her bottom lip jutted out slightly, and her shoulders were slouched. “Thank you though.”

The man could feel the mobsters tearing him up with their eyes. Finally it was Tommy who spoke up. “Here, love. You can have my ice cream. I know it’s your favourite flavour.” Seeing as Y/N wanted to be just like Tommy in every way, it didn’t surprise anyone that they shared the same love for a certain flavoured ice cream.

“But it’s yours, Tommy.”

“I wasn’t hungry anyways.” He placed it in her hand, making sure she had wrapped her hand around it before letting go. “Let’s go home now.”

“Okay, Tommy! Thank you.”

No one dared breath until the gang was out of the shop. However it was made clear in those short moments of two things. One, little Y/N Shelby was one of the most polite and kind kid of her age group. And two, she was also one of the most protected kid in all of England. The hold she has on the two of the most feared gang in England made her a force to be reckoned with.

vettel reincarnate * fem!driver

after retiring from formula 1 at the end of the 2022 season, f1 legend sebastian vettel realised a while after the announcement that he would miss the paddock way too much. instead of taking back his announcement, he pairs up with an up-and-coming driver and gets her a seat in a race car in formula 1.

this is SOOO heavily inspired by @sebscore and also @thepersonnamedsam (i was doing some research how to start and came across theirs too) and i'm lOVING IT!!

i wanted there to be a twist that didn't make it seem like it's an outright copy, so there it is! do feel free to send in requests here or questions!!

if there are too many similarities and/or copies, do drop me a message to let me know so i can address them </3

do take note that these are written in no particular order, just based on requests and scenarios sent in or that i come up with!

about fem!driver

get to know her -> a short summary on fem!driver

meet the yln's -> meet femdriver and her siblings

pre-formula 1

2023: the rookie season

2024: the sophomore year

2025: fall from grace

2026:

2027: championship contender

2028: the time is now

a day in the life

radio

smau specials

the yearly recaps: special dts editions

misc

the schumacher problem

extras

asks

in another life | fem!driver au x logan sargeant

the vault

Hey love the leclerc sister ❤️ can you do maybe that we won in monza her reaction and the family reaction please ?

Hiii guys. I hope you enjoy reading this and thank you soo much for all the support. I promise, I'll try to write the other requests as soon as possible. However, I currently find it easier to write Leclerc!sister stories. So if you have some ideas, my requests are open for them. (they are open for all ideas. Btw, I'm so happy that Charles won. He is literally my favourite driver. However, I'm very unhappy with the way Lando is currently acting (it's just my opinion, please respect that) Enjoy reading!!! -XoXo

He won in Monaco, he wins in Monza

One of the interviewers, addressing Charles who was seated alongside Lewis and Nico in the media room, asked, “A question for Charles. I hope I’m not being disrespectful with this question, but it is about your little sister. Why is Monza her first race appearance and not Monaco, and why did it take so long for her to attend a race weekend?”

It was Thursday, and the only topic on everyone’s lips was the attendance of YN Caroline Pascale Florence Leclerc. When the Leclerc family entered the paddock today, the sight of the young Monegasque girl walking between her older brothers not only surprised the fans but also caught the media’s attention, as it was her first-ever Formula 1 appearance.

Charles responded to the first part of the question with a smile, "Ah, yes. I’ve been asked that a lot today. Well, it’s actually quite simple. My sister wasn’t in Monaco to see the race in person because she was at home with our grandmother, watching the race together. Since the start of my Formula 1 career, my sister and grandmother have always watched the races together at my grandmother’s home. There are a couple of reasons for this tradition: 1. My sister was too young to attend the paddock a few years ago. With all the media and fans, it would have been quite overwhelming for her. 2. My grandmother isn’t very healthy anymore, so it’s easier for her to stay at home, where it’s cooler, and she can relax in peace. So, this has become their Monaco Race tradition, and I wouldn’t want to ruin that just because people are wondering where YN is."

Before Charles could address the second part of the question, Lewis interjected, preventing the reporters from probing further. “That is a really sweet tradition. And Charles is right. Why should he ruin a family tradition, or in this case, a grandmother-granddaughter tradition, just because the fans and media think YN must attend the Grand Prix in person? From the sounds of it, all parties seem happy with how things are.”

Nico, who had been listening intently, nodded in agreement and added, “Absolutely. Family traditions are important, and it’s heartwarming to hear about the bond between your sister and grandmother. It’s not always about being physically present at the races; it’s about the shared experience and the memories they create together.”

Charles smiled thankfully at Lewis and Nico before agreeing with them. “Yeah, everyone is happy with how things are, and it doesn’t matter because, in the end, we always have a nice big family dinner with everyone. For the second part of your question about why it took so long for my sister to make an appearance, there is also a simple answer. My sister recently turned 18 years old, meaning she now counts as an adult. However, when I started in Formula 1, she was only 12 years old, meaning she was a little girl. My family and I had a long talk about this when I first started racing, and none of us felt comfortable with the thought of her getting swarmed by the media or fans at such a young age. We wanted her to be able to go to school or meet up with friends without getting photographed all the time. As some of you might have seen, I only posted pictures of my sister where her face was covered up just for privacy. But now she is 18 years old, she made the decision to attend this weekend, so I’ll respect that. However, I still ask everybody to not swarm her and leave her as much privacy as possible. She is here to watch the race and not to be the new art piece for social media."

With the strong words from the Ferrari driver, the media stopped asking questions about the youngest Leclerc, making her brother's life a bit easier this weekend.

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The next few days passed quickly and YN enjoyed every minute with it. Not only was the young girl able to see her brothers all of the time, but everybody was also so nice to her. AT the Ferrari garage, the mechanics always greeted her and answered all her questions. The other team members were always quick to inform YN about the newest paddock Gossip over some watermelon and strawberry gelato. Carlos, her brothers team mate, told her all of Charles embarrassing stories, making her laugh till she cried. And the best part for her was, that her family was always there as well. And before she could even blink, it was finally race day.

The air was electric at the Autodromo Nazionale Monza, where the excitement of the Formula 1 race filled the atmosphere with palpable energy. YN, a bright-eyed girl with a heart full of enthusiasm, stood between her two older brothers, Arthur and Lorenzo. The three of them wore matching Ferrari shirts, their faces painted with the iconic red logo.

“Can you believe we’re finally here?” YN exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as she took in the sprawling racetrack and the roaring engines.

“I know! It’s incredible!” Arthur replied, grinning broadly. He ruffled her hair affectionately. “You’re going to love this, YN. Just wait until the race starts!”

Lorenzo leaned in closer, his voice a mix of excitement and pride. “And just think, you’re going to see Charles out there racing! This is his second home track!”

YN's eyes widened with joy. “I can’t wait! I’ve watched him on TV, but seeing him in person is going to be amazing!”

As the cars lined up on the starting grid, the atmosphere thickened with anticipation. The siblings exchanged glances, feeling the thrill of the moment. Suddenly, the crowd erupted into cheers as the drivers took their positions, and YN jumped up and down.

“Look! There he is!” YN pointed excitedly as Charles, her older brother, appeared on the screen, adjusting his helmet and climbing into his Ferrari.

“Go, Charles!” Arthur shouted, pumping his fist in the air. Lorenzo joined in, his voice booming, “You’ve got this, Charles! Show them what you’re made of!”

With the race about to begin, YN felt a flutter of nerves mixed with excitement. “What if he sees us?” she asked, her voice a mixture of hope and anxiety.

“He will! He always looks for us,” Lorenzo assured her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “And he’ll be so happy to see you here for your first race!”

The lights turned green, and the cars shot off the line, the sound of engines roaring like a symphony of speed. YN’s eyes were glued to the track, her heart racing in rhythm with the cars as they sped by. “This is so fast! Look at them go!” she shouted, her excitement contagious.

As the laps progressed, the tension in the air grew. YN cheered for Charles, her small voice echoing through the grandstands. “Come on, Charles! You can do it!”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the race came to an end, and Charles crossed the finish line in a spectacular first place. The crowd erupted in applause, and YN jumped up, beaming. “He did it! He did it!”

Arthur and Lorenzo hugged her tightly. “He’s amazing!” Lorenzo exclaimed, his voice barely able to contain his excitement. “I’m so proud of him!”

As the drivers began to celebrate, YN spotted Charles climbing out of his car, his face lit up with joy. He scanned the crowd, and when his eyes landed on his family, his smile widened even more. “I see them!” he shouted, pointing towards them.

“Charles!” YN screamed, waving her arms wildly.

Charles jogged over to the barrier, his heart swelling with happiness as he spotted his little sister. “YN! Did you enjoy the race?” he called out, leaning over the fence to get a better look at her.

“Of course I did! I loved it! You were amazing!” she exclaimed, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

“Did you really? I’m so glad you’re here!” Charles leaned closer, his eyes shining with pride. “You were cheering so loud! I could hear you!”

“Really?” YN’s eyes widened in disbelief, and she giggled. “I was so nervous! But it was the best day ever!”

Arthur chimed in, “You should’ve seen her, Charles. She was a little ball of energy the whole time!”

“YN, you’re my lucky charm!” Charles laughed, ruffling her hair. “I need you at every race now!”

“I will! I promise!” she giggled back, feeling like the happiest girl in the world.

Lorenzo grinned at his brothers. “You should be proud. You raced well, Charles. You’re amazing out there!”

“Thanks, man. It means a lot,” Charles replied, his voice filled with gratitude. “But the real highlight was seeing YN here. I can’t believe it’s her first time!”

Just then, the crowd roared with applause as Charles’s fellow drivers approached, congratulating him. He turned back to YN, “Let’s take a picture! I want to remember this moment!”

“Yes! Let’s do it!” YN squealed, and the three brothers gathered around her, arms wrapped tightly.

With the sun setting behind them, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, they posed for a picture. Charles held YN close, a protective arm around her shoulders, while Arthur and Lorenzo beamed with pride.

“Say Ferrari!” Charles instructed, and they all shouted in unison, “Ferrari!”

As they snapped the picture, YN felt a warmth in her heart, knowing that this day would be etched in her memory forever. “I can’t wait for the next race!” she declared, looking up at her brothers.

“Neither can we,” Arthur said, pulling her in for another hug. “We’ll make sure you’re at every race!”

“Absolutely,” Lorenzo added, a grin plastered on his face. “You’re part of the team now, YN!”

Charles smiled down at his little sister, feeling grateful for the love and support of his family. “I’m so lucky to have you all here. This was the best race ever.”

As the excitement of the race began to settle, YN, Arthur, and Lorenzo found a cozy spot near the track where they could watch the celebration unfold. The atmosphere was alive with the sounds of laughter, cheers, and the roar of the fans.

“Look at them!” YN pointed to Charles, who was now surrounded by teammates and fans. He was smiling from ear to ear, clearly reveling in the joy of the moment. “He looks so happy!”

“He is happy,” Arthur replied, leaning back against the railing. “It’s not just about the race; it’s about sharing it with the people you love.”

“Yeah, and he knows we’re here cheering him on,” Lorenzo added, a proud grin on his face. “He’s always been a family guy.”

YN beamed, her heart swelling with pride. “I can’t believe I got to see him race in person. It was so cool!“

As the celebrations continued, YN’s attention was suddenly caught by a group of fans waving banners and holding up signs. “Look over there! They have a sign for Charles!” she exclaimed, pointing excitedly.

“Let’s go check it out!” Arthur suggested, and they made their way through the crowd, YN leading the charge.

When they reached the group, they encountered a colorful banner that read, “Charles Leclerc, our champion!” YN’s eyes sparkled with admiration.

“Can I hold it?” she asked, her voice filled with eagerness.

“Of course! Here you go!” one of the fans replied, handing the banner to her. YN beamed with joy as she held it high above her head.

“Charles! Over here!” she shouted, waving the banner enthusiastically.

Charles turned, catching sight of his little sister holding the sign, and his heart swelled with affection. “YN! That’s amazing!” he called back, flashing her a thumbs-up.

“Look, he sees us!” Lorenzo said, his excitement contagious.

“Let’s take another picture!” Arthur suggested, pulling out his phone.

As they posed with the banner, YN felt a surge of happiness. This was a moment she would cherish forever. After snapping a few pictures, they decided to head back to the main area where the podium ceremony was about to take place.

“YN, you’re going to love this part!” Lorenzo said, guiding her through the crowd. “This is where the drivers get their trophies.”

As they settled into a spot with a great view of the podium, YN couldn’t contain her excitement. “I can’t wait to see Charles get his trophy!”

When the drivers were finally called up to the podium, the crowd erupted into cheers. Charles stood proudly on the first-place step, his trophy gleaming in the sunlight. YN clapped and cheered along with her older brothers.

Charles looked down at his family, and his smile only grew wider. He raised the trophy high above his head, and the crowd roared in response.

After the ceremony, Charles made his way through the crowd toward his family, still clutching the trophy. “You guys are the best! Thank you for being here!” he exclaimed, enveloping YN in a warm embrace.

“I’m so proud of you, Charles!” YN squeaked, her face lighting up with adoration. “You were so fast!”

“Thanks, little sis! It means the world to me that you came to support me,” he replied, tousling her hair again. “I hope you enjoyed it.”

“I loved it!” she said, her eyes glistening. “Can we come to every race now?”

“Absolutely! We’ll make it a tradition,” Charles promised, exchanging a knowing glance with Arthur and Lorenzo, who nodded in agreement.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, the siblings gathered for one last photograph together. Charles held the trophy aloft, with YN standing proudly beside him, a huge grin plastered on her face.