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GALEX : area codes <3

edit idea from my dear friend @sunrisespeedway <3

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https://x.com/pwettydolluwu/status/1928443782241890469?s=46 speaking of markoscar… this edit😭😭😭😩 it really does take a unique set of abilities to be a good manager/mentor so huge kudos to mark. I also like how reasonable mark is about Oscar, he doesn’t overhype him tbh and pulls back certain comparisons, yet is his staunch supporter when ppl do say stuff slightly out of line (i am always thinking about him going back to Laura and being like “so what were you saying about Oscar’s tire management 🤨🤨” after oscar did well).

LET'S ALL KILL OURSELVES! sorry. beauuutiful edit. and agreed with everything else you've said! he supports oscar and although we don't know how much of this is mark's influence, i think it's safe to say he isn't overblowing anything since oscar always seems to have a very grounded mindset. even recently after winning in spain obv he was pleased with his victory but mentioned he didn't have the perfect restart (smiling and saying he was wheelspinning in 6th gear or something). he's happy with what he's done well and doesn't beat himself up for what he didn't do as well because he recognises it was good enough to get him the win, BUT he shows an awareness that there's always things he can improve... great stuff

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they should arrive to the paddock like this one day

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he put me first — ka12 (part two)

smau + blurbs

kimi antonelli x !estranged leclerc sister reader

yn always fell on the back burner for her family, never truly seen. her father was the only one who ever made her feel like she mattered. when he passed, the distance between her and her siblings—charles, arthur, lorenzo—only grew wider. she felt more like a shadow than a sister. desperate to escape the weight of monaco and the name that never really felt like hers, she left for italy with nothing but a suitcase and a tearful phone call to her godparents. that was five years ago.

a year into her new life in bologna, she met a boy. kimi antonelli—soft-spoken, kind-eyed, and utterly unlike anyone she’d ever known. they were just kids when they met, but something about him felt like home. they’ve been inseparable ever since. now, five years later, both 18 years old, yn and kimi have been together for three years. he’s the only person who’s ever truly seen her. but everything changes when kimi is offered a spot in formula 1. because standing on that grid? is her brother. and kimi has no idea who she really is.

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part one here

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its_yn : short little trip to celebrate this sweet angel getting an f1 seat. so proud of you my boy.

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The late afternoon sun poured through the balcony doors, turning the whole room golden. The ocean breeze fluttered the gauzy curtains, and somewhere down on the beach, a kid was laughing. Kimi’s arm was draped around my waist, his skin warm from the sun, his breathing soft and steady beside me. It was quiet. Safe. One of those rare moments where the world felt like it had finally stopped spinning.

I had my phone in one hand, scrolling lazily through the comments on our latest posts — his vacation dump with me in it, my photo of the seashells he’d carefully lined along my thigh. It was the first time we hadn’t hidden. No cropping. No cryptic captions. Just… us. I smiled to myself, heat rising in my cheeks all over again when I reread his caption.

"Trip to celebrate my girlfriend being so beautiful."

And then everything stopped. Right beneath the hundreds of likes, just above a flurry of usernames I didn’t recognize, there it was. My stomach dropped. I refreshed the screen, heart pounding now.

charles_leclerc liked this.

I flipped to my post.

arthur_leclerc liked your post.

No. No, no, no. My chest tightened. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The soft, calm world we were wrapped in shattered in a second. I sat up too quickly, nearly kicking the blanket off the bed. My phone trembled in my hands.

“Woah,” Kimi said behind me, still half-draped across the bed. “What’s wrong?”

I didn’t answer. My mind was spinning, spiraling into panic.

He sat up slowly, reaching for my hand. “Babe?”

“They saw,” I whispered. “They know.”

Kimi frowned. “Who saw what?”

I shoved the phone into his hand, my heart in my throat. “Look. Look who liked them.”

He glanced down, blinking at the screen. “Charles Leclerc? And… Arthur? Wait—what’s the big deal?”

I stared at him. He blinked again. “Do you know them or something?”

A laugh — broken and tight — escaped my throat. “Yeah. You could say that.”

Kimi tilted his head, confused, concern starting to flicker in his eyes. “YN…”

I sat back on my heels, tugging the blanket over my legs like it could shield me from the weight of what I was about to say.

“They’re my brothers.”

He stilled.

“Arthur and Charles,” I continued, voice cracking. “They’re my brothers. I’m… I’m a Leclerc.”

He didn’t say anything at first. Just stared at me like I’d knocked the wind out of him. I rushed ahead, the words tumbling now. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want it to change things. Because when I left Monaco, I left them. I left the name. The life. All of it. I was just the kid no one really noticed, the youngest who never quite fit in, and after our dad died…” My voice faltered. “I couldn’t breathe in that house anymore. So I left. And I never told anyone where I went. Until you.”

Kimi was still staring. Not cold. Not angry. Just… absorbing.

I tried to pull away. “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you earlier. You must think I’m—”

His arms were around me before I could finish. Firm. Steady. Safe. He pulled me right into his chest and held me like I wasn’t broken or selfish or anything I feared he might now see me as.

“I don’t care what your last name is,” he said quietly. “I care about you. The girl I met on that street in Bologna. The one who listened to my rants about karting and let me put seashells all over her and laughs at my stupid bucket hats.”

I laughed, watery and shaking.

“You’re YN to me. And if your brothers are only just realizing how incredible you are, that’s on them. You don’t owe them anything.”

“I was scared they’d take this away from me,” I whispered. “That I’d lose you too.”

He leaned back just enough to meet my eyes. “They don’t get to take you from me. Ever.”

The weight of five years lifted from my chest like a tide pulling back. And in the middle of it all — ocean breeze, golden light, and this boy who never once let me fall — I finally, finally let myself breathe.

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random fluff (yn and kimi enjoying the rest of their time before the season starts)

Maggie had her tiny hand wrapped around mine and Kimi’s, dragging us through the gates with all the intensity.

“It’s the big blue slide first!” she declared. “No time for baby rides.”

Kimi groaned dramatically beside me. “Why am I doing this again?”

“Because you love your sister,” I teased, “and because I promised you frozen mango slush.”

“Bribery,” he muttered.

“Highly effective bribery,” I replied with a grin.

We spent the afternoon soaked — racing Maggie down slides, clinging to inner tubes in the wave pool, and drifting through the lazy river while she babbled about turtles and pop stars and the time Kimi cried because he lost his water wings at six.

“Maggie,” Kimi gasped, scandalized.

She beamed. “She’s practically family, she deserves to know!”

My heart ached — in the best, softest way. When she finally passed out in the backseat on the way home, her curls tangled against my shoulder, I felt Kimi’s eyes on me.

“You’re good with her,” he murmured.

I glanced over, brushing Maggie’s hair off her face. “I think for the first time in my life… I actually feel like I belong somewhere.”

He didn’t say anything. Just reached over and took my hand, like he already knew.

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Everything hurt. The shoot was dragging, the sun was brutal, and someone kept trying to convince me a fur bolero was a summer staple. I was seconds away from breaking into tears when the photographer called for a break. I dropped into a chair like it owed me something, balancing a water bottle against my forehead, trying not to scream.

“Long day?”

My heart stuttered. I looked up — and there he was. Kimi. Wearing my favorite soft white tee, curls messy from the heat, and holding a massive bouquet of pink peonies. My favorite flowers.

“What—how—Kimi?”

He just smiled like this was the most normal thing in the world. “Thought you could use a break. Also brought snacks and these.”

He pulled my cloud-print fuzzy slides out of his bag. I could’ve cried.

“My heels—”

“Yeah, I could hear you cursing them from the parking lot,” he said with a grin, crouching down to take them off for me.

I stared at him as he worked — this beautiful, quiet boy who just… showed up for me.

“You’re unreal,” I whispered.

He looked up, his fingers brushing over my ankle. “Nah. Just yours.”

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Dinner with Kimi’s family always felt like home.

His mom had made too much food again, his dad was yelling (lovingly) about god knows what, and Maggie was next to me rating the fashion choices of her classmates on a scale of “icon” to “absolutely not.”

“You’re coming to my school day, right?” she asked, poking my arm.

I smiled, nudging her gently. “Obviously. I need to judge everyone who tries to talk to you.”

She grinned like I’d just handed her the moon.

Kimi leaned in from the other side of the table, whispering, “I think she likes you better than me now.”

I smirked. “She has standards.”

Later, we drifted outside into the garden, where fairy lights tangled in the trees and crickets hummed in the distance. Kimi pulled me toward the corner where it was just us, quiet and warm and glowing under the stars.

“You fit here,” he murmured, his forehead resting against mine.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I’ve never fit anywhere like this before.”

His hand found mine, our fingers lacing together in that way that always made me feel steady.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, and something in me finally, finally settled.

I leaned up to kiss him, slow and sure, while the world kept spinning — and for once, I wasn’t trying to outrun it.

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I barely made it through the front gate before Maggie came flying at me in a blur of pink and glitter.

“YOU CAME!” she shrieked, wrapping her arms around my waist so tightly I almost lost balance. “You actually came!”

I laughed, crouching down to hug her properly. “Of course I came. I wouldn’t miss your big day for anything.”

She looked me over with wide eyes and a proud little grin. “You look like you belong in a movie.”

Kimi arrived behind me just in time to catch that, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I told her she looked like a model this morning, but I guess it means more coming from you.”

Maggie shrugged and grabbed my hand immediately. “She is a model. And also my best friend. You’re just my brother.”

Kimi let out a very dramatic gasp, but I couldn’t stop giggling as she dragged me inside, clutching my hand like she was scared someone would try to take me away.

The classroom was filled with nervous parents, squeaky chairs, and chaotic projects made of pipe cleaners and too much glue. Maggie introduced me to every single classmate like I was her golden ticket to popularity.

“This is YN. She lives in Italy. She models for like... real brands. She helped me pick out this outfit too.”

When the teacher came by, smiling warmly, Maggie puffed out her chest. “This is my special guest, YN. And that’s my brother, but mostly YN.”

I glanced at Kimi, who just lifted his hands like, what can I say? I squeezed Maggie’s hand and let her lead me to her desk, where she proudly showed off a drawing of me, Kimi, and her — with hearts scribbled around us and a speech bubble over my head that said “best ever.”

Something about it made my chest ache. The kind of ache that came from feeling wanted in a way I hadn’t in a very long time. Later, during story time, Maggie curled into my side without hesitation, resting her head on my shoulder and humming softly while the teacher read out loud. Her small fingers stayed tangled in mine the whole time. She didn’t even look at Kimi when he waved from across the room. I was her person right now. And that meant something. Afterward, as we walked back to the car, Kimi gently reached up and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. His eyes were soft, serious.

“She really loves you,” he said.

“I really love her,” I whispered.

“You’re… really good to her, you know?”

I looked down, smiling to myself. “She makes me feel like I’m someone worth being around. That’s kind of rare.”

Kimi stopped walking, pulling me in by the hand. “You are so worth being around, YN. You’re… it’s not just Maggie. It’s all of us.”

I blinked up at him, heart doing that messy, fluttery thing.

“I’m glad she has you,” he added. “But I’m really glad I do too.”

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It was just after dinner when Maggie slipped onto the couch beside me, fresh from her bath and wrapped in a towel that was slightly too big, her damp curls still dripping against her shoulders. She leaned her head on my arm like she always did when she was working up to something.

“Mags?” I asked, smiling.

She looked up at me with those big eyes and whispered, “Can you sleep over tonight?”

I blinked. “Tonight?”

She nodded, fiddling with the edge of her towel. “I just feel better when you’re here. And it was the best day ever and I want it to keep going.”

I felt something stir in my chest — that soft ache again, the one I always got when she did things like this. It never failed to knock the air out of me that someone could need me this much. That I could be someone’s safe place.

“I’d love to sleep over,” I whispered back.

She squealed, launching herself at me with damp arms and the sweetest giggle, shouting, “Kimi! She said yes!”

He called back from the kitchen, “If she takes the good side of the bed again, I’m filing a complaint!”

“Too bad!” she shouted, already running down the hallway to get her stuffed animals ready.

I stood up, still smiling to myself when I heard footsteps behind me. Kimi’s mom. She gave me that soft, familiar smile and walked over, drying her hands on a tea towel.

“She’s so attached to you,” she said gently, nodding toward the hall where Maggie had disappeared. “Honestly, we all are.”

I looked down, a little flustered. “She’s… she means the world to me. All of you do.”

She reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear — something my own mother hadn’t done in years.

“You know,” she said softly, “I always wondered what it would be like if we had another daughter.”

I swallowed hard.

“And now I don’t wonder anymore.”

That did it — my eyes stung, throat tight with emotion I hadn’t expected.

“I never really felt like I had a family before,” I admitted quietly. “Not one that saw me. Not like this.”

She pulled me into a hug that felt like everything I had been missing since I was a little girl.

“Well,” she whispered, “then I hope you know we see you. We love you. And you’ve always got a home here, YN.”

I buried my face in her shoulder, trying not to cry like a baby. And later, when Maggie tucked herself into my side in her tiny twin bed, whispering sleepover secrets and asking if we could do this every Friday forever, I just held her close and whispered, “Yeah, baby. Every Friday. Forever if you want.”

Because I finally had something I never thought I’d have again. A family. One that chose me. One I chose right back.

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I was sitting on the couch, half-listening to Maggie and Kimi playing quietly nearby. Maggie was building a tower with blocks, and Kimi was patiently helping her, his smile soft and warm.

Suddenly, Maggie looked up at Kimi with those big, serious eyes and asked, “Kimiiiii?”

He turned to her, smiling. “Yes, Maggie?”

“Will YN be my sister someday?”

Before he could answer, she tilted her head and added, “And will you marry her?”

My heart stopped. I froze, pretending to be engrossed in the magazine on my lap, but I was listening.

Kimi chuckled softly, brushing a stray curl from Maggie’s forehead. “Well, YN is already like a sister to you, isn’t she?”

Maggie nodded quickly, her eyes shining. “Yeah!”

“And marrying YN?” Kimi said with a grin, “That’s a pretty big question.”

Maggie smiled wide and looked at me. “I think you should! Because then we’d all be family forever.”

Kimi pulled her into a hug and laughed quietly. “I think that sounds like a perfect plan.”

He glanced over at me with that gentle smile that always made my heart flutter. Tears prickled my eyes.

Later, when Kimi caught my eye, he whispered, “Looks like Maggie’s already making plans for us.”

I smiled back, my heart full. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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(enough fluff lets dive into drama shall we)

We were sitting together in the quiet of the evening, the soft hum of the city below barely reaching us. The mood had shifted — heavier now. Kimi looked at me with a weight in his eyes I hadn’t seen before.

“YN,” he said slowly, choosing his words carefully, “there’s the F1 75 event coming up. It’s a big deal for me… for my career. And, well...I want you there."

My heart clenched. Just the thought of them made my throat tighten. The past I’d been trying to leave behind, the family I’d pushed away — all right there in front of me.

Kimi reached for my hand, his grip gentle but steady. “I want you to come with me. I want to be with you through this, but I know it’s going to be hard.”

I looked down, swallowing the lump in my throat. “It’s not just hard, Kimi. It’s… painful. Seeing them again, being around them when I’ve spent years trying to forget, trying to heal.”

He nodded, eyes soft with understanding. “I don’t want to push you. But I also don’t want to hide this part of my life from you. You’re important to me — I want you there, by my side.”

Tears pricked at my eyes. “I’m scared. Scared they’ll see me and remember everything I wanted to escape. What if they don’t understand why I left?”

Kimi’s voice was steady, filled with quiet strength. “Then I’ll be there. We’ll face it together. You’re not alone.”

I took a shaky breath and met his gaze, the love and sincerity in his eyes steadying me.

“Okay,” I whispered. “I’ll come. But only if you promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“That we take it slow. And if it gets too much, we walk away. Together.”

He smiled softly, brushing a tear from my cheek.

“Deal. We face it on our terms. Together.”

For the first time in a long time, I felt the courage to confront the past — because I wasn’t alone anymore.

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username00 : WAIT— her and CHARLES are in the same room?????? this is not a drill.

username15 : not kimi looking like a lovesick golden retriever 😭 the way he’s holding her 😭😭😭

username20 : the way this was probably so hard for her but she showed up for kimi- they are endgame

username7 : okay but imagine being charles rn watching your estranged baby sister SERVE on your home turf

username18 : charles & arthur liked the post and they’re IN THE ROOM WITH HER??? can someone get me popcorn

username9 : someone film charles' reaction to seeing her. I just know his jaw dropped

username15 : it did. video on twitter

username9 : damn the cameras were messy tonight

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third person pov

The night sparkled under the bright lights of the red carpet, filled with the hum of anticipation and flashes from cameras. YN stood beside Kimi, her hand securely in his, the two of them a striking image against the backdrop of the buzzing crowd.

She felt grounded — partly because of Kimi’s calm presence, but also because of familiar faces nearby. George Russell and his girlfriend Carmen were just a few steps away, friendly smiles and warm eyes offering a safe haven in the whirlwind of the event. YN had grown close to them over the past months, their easy kindness a balm to the unease that still lingered beneath the surface.

She gave George a bright smile when their eyes met. “Hey, you two,” she greeted, nodding at Carmen as well, who responded with a welcoming wave.

“It’s good to see you again, YN,” Carmen said softly, squeezing her hand gently.

Their presence settled some of the nerves curling in her stomach, but YN’s charm was far from quiet. As Kimi led her further into the crowd, she effortlessly shifted into conversation mode, engaging other members of the team with a warm, genuine energy that made them listen.

Toto Wolff offered a nod of approval when she approached, and YN met his gaze with steady confidence. “We’re glad to have you around, YN. You fit right in.”

She laughed lightly, glancing over at Lando Norris, who was teasing Kimi. YN wove effortlessly into the banter, her smile radiant, her laughter genuine. Drivers and team members alike were drawn to her warmth and quick wit. Yet, just beyond the glowing lights and the lively chatter, two shadows lingered.

Charles Leclerc and Arthur stood apart, eyes locked on YN’s confident figure. Charles’s voice was low, almost reluctant. “Look at her… she’s nothing like I remembered.”

Arthur’s gaze was sharp, calculating. “She’s grown into someone unrecognizable. Strong. Controlled. Far from the girl who left.”

Charles exhaled quietly, his eyes lingering on YN as she laughed with Kimi and their friends. “She’s so grown, so beautiful.” he muttered, almost to himself, a mixture of awe and something heavier in his tone.

Arthur’s jaw tightened. “We need to be careful. She’s not just part of Kimi’s life now — she’s part of this world.”

Charles nodded, conflicted. “We thought we lost her. But now… she’s back. And she’s not the same.”

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The buzz of the F175 event dimmed slightly as the ceremony broke for intermission. Waitstaff floated through the room with champagne flutes, soft jazz replacing the louder fanfare from earlier. Guests scattered into small pockets of conversation, the glow of chandeliers casting golden halos over them.

At the far side of the room, YN stood laughing gently with Carmen and a few designers from one of her recent shoots, her glass untouched in her hand, her dress catching the light like sea foam. She looked radiant—comfortable, even—but there was still a carefulness in her eyes. A subconscious vigilance she couldn’t quite shake. Across the room, Charles saw her.

She hadn’t noticed him yet. Her back was turned, head tilted as she smiled softly at something George said. Her laughter carried just far enough to reach his ears, and it hit him like a punch to the gut. She sounded older. Lighter. Like someone who had learned how to live without them.

He didn’t move at first, unsure, torn between years of guilt and the fear that she’d look through him like he was a stranger. But then—his feet shifted. He started toward her. One step. Then another. He only made it halfway across the floor before a hand landed firmly on his chest.

Charles blinked, startled by the wall of quiet steel in front of him—Kimi Antonelli. The younger man wasn’t scowling. He wasn’t raising his voice. But the warning in his posture, the steady calm in his eyes, spoke louder than words ever could.

“Don’t,” Kimi said softly.

Charles frowned, trying to peer past him. “I just want to talk to her.”

“She’s not ready,” Kimi replied, voice quiet but firm. “And I won’t let you catch her off guard. Not like this. Not here.”

For a second, Charles said nothing. He looked over Kimi’s shoulder again, at his little sister—now grown into someone he barely recognized. She was smiling as she reached for Carmen’s hand, showing her something on her phone. Oblivious to the man who had tried, far too late, to walk back into her life.

Kimi stepped slightly to the side, his body still angled in front of Charles as if daring him to try again. “You’ll speak to her when she wants to. Not when it suits you.”

Charles met his gaze and realized something then—that this wasn’t a teenage crush. Kimi wasn’t some placeholder or passing phase. He loved her. Fiercely. Enough to protect her from ghosts she hadn’t yet chosen to face. After a long, taut pause, Charles nodded once and stepped back.

Kimi didn’t move until he had fully turned away. Only then did he glance back toward YN, checking to make sure she was still deep in conversation—safe, unaware, untouched by the storm just barely avoided.

He exhaled and headed back toward her, the tension in his shoulders softening the moment he reached her side. She smiled up at him, not knowing what he had just done for her. But Kimi didn’t mind. He’d wait until she was ready. And until then, he'd keep every shadow at bay.

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f1gossipgirls : Well, The Leclerc Family drama has officially made it to the paddock. Kimi Antonelli arrived to today's race with none other than his girlfriend, YN. (The Leclerc's estranged sister) The two were also accompanied to the track by Kimi's parents and his little sister. YN was seen walking Maggie around the paddock hand in hand when she was stopped by Charles Leclerc. We are unsure what happened at this time.

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There’s a particular kind of hum in the paddock on race day—half electricity, half nerves. It starts low, building beneath your feet, curling in your stomach. I’d never felt it like this before. Not from the sidelines. Not as his person. The car door swung open and I blinked into the morning sun, blinded more by the flashing cameras than the light itself. I took a breath. Steady, practiced. This was part of it now.

Kimi was already out on the other side, waiting, sunglasses hiding his eyes but not the way his entire posture softened when he looked at me. He circled around the car and held out his hand wordlessly. I didn’t even hesitate.

The moment our palms met, the world quieted just enough. Behind us, his mom, dad, and Maggie stepped out of the other car. Maggie immediately rushed toward me with a squeal, wrapping her arms around my arm like she always did when she was excited. I smiled, bending just enough to whisper, “Big day, huh?” and she nodded, wide-eyed. Kimi ruffled her hair before she darted back to their parents, full of energy.

We started walking together, the five of us, toward the entrance gates. His dad threw an arm casually around Kimi’s shoulder, and his mom slipped on her sunglasses and gave me a wink. It didn’t matter how many times I’d been around them—being with them like this, part of their rhythm, always made something in me ache with gratitude.

And then the noise really started. Cameras clicking. Voices shouting.

“YN! Is that Chanel?”

“Kimi, how are you feeling for your first race?!”

“Look here, just one photo!”

My hand instinctively tightened in his, and his thumb started tracing slow circles against my skin. He didn’t say anything—he didn’t need to. He was here. We were here. And nothing else mattered. I smiled. Not for the cameras. For me.

Because Kimi was about to debut in Formula 1. His dream was becoming real. And I had the privilege of standing right beside him—grounded by love, protected by the family that had become mine, and stronger than I had ever been before.

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The paddock was alive in that pre-race kind of way—buzzing, kinetic, almost too loud. But Maggie’s small hand wrapped in mine helped settle the static in my chest.

She tugged me toward every garage we passed, asking questions a mile a minute. “Is that George’s car? Do you think Toto remembers me?”

I laughed, heart lighter than it had been all morning. “One question at a time, Mags.”

Being with her made the chaos feel quieter. It reminded me of the good things. Of the family I’d built for myself. We had just turned the corner near the media pen, heading back toward the hospitality suite, when I heard it.

“YN?”

The sound of my name—his voice—made me stop cold.

I turned slowly, pulse spiking, already knowing who it was before I saw them. Charles and Arthur. They stood a few feet away in their Ferrari gear, both staring at me like I wasn’t real. Like I was a memory they hadn’t expected to walk out of the past and into this place. Arthur’s jaw tightened. Charles looked like he’d forgotten how to breathe.

“You look…” Charles began, then trailed off. His eyes searched mine. “You look grown up.”

I held onto Maggie’s hand a little tighter, grounding myself. “It’s been a while,” I said, and I was proud of how steady I sounded. Detached, even.

Arthur stepped forward slightly. “YN—”

“Maggie,” I interrupted softly, crouching down to her level, keeping my tone light but urgent. “Can you do me a favor, sweet girl?”

She nodded instantly. “Of course!”

“Run back to hospitality and get Kimi, okay? Tell him I’m right here.”

Maggie’s eyes flicked to the two men behind me—her smile faltered, but she nodded. “Okay,” she whispered, and then she took off, little legs moving fast.

I stood back up, spine straight. The silence between me and my brothers hung thick in the air.

Charles looked down at the ground before lifting his eyes again. “We didn’t know you were here. We didn’t know you were her.”

I raised an eyebrow. “No. You didn’t know anything, because you never asked.”

Arthur flinched. Charles looked like he wanted to close the distance between us but didn’t dare. “We… we saw the pictures. With Kimi. You’re happy?”

The question hit something soft in me, but I didn’t let it show. “Yes,” I said simply.

And just then—like he’d felt it—Kimi arrived. He barely glanced at them. His hand immediately found the small of my back, and he stepped in front of me, protective without saying a single word. Calm, steady, but unshakably firm.

“Everything okay?” he asked, eyes flicking between me and the two men.

I nodded. “Now it is.”

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Choose your ending!

agreeing to try to mend things with your family- starts here

But even as I said it, I felt the weight of their presence in front of me—two ghosts I’d spent five years running from.

Charles stepped forward first, slower than I remembered him ever moving. As if the wrong step would make me disappear all over again.

“I didn’t know,” he said, voice rough and low. “I didn’t know how bad it had gotten. If I had…”

“But you did,” I replied softly. “You just didn’t ask.”

Arthur was beside him, visibly uneasy. He looked older too. The same face that used to tease me for stealing his hoodies now looked...hollow. Tired.

“I don’t have excuses,” he said. “We were wrong. We didn’t see you.”

My throat tightened, but I didn’t let the silence crush me. Not this time.

“You made me feel invisible,” I whispered. “After Papa… it was like I disappeared and none of you noticed.”

Charles’s expression cracked. “We noticed. We just… didn’t know how to fix it. So we stayed quiet. And that was the worst thing we could’ve done.”

I blinked quickly, fighting the pressure behind my eyes. I wasn’t here to break down. I had Kimi. I had a new family. A new world. But that didn’t mean the old pain was gone.

Kimi’s hand moved gently to my waist, a quiet show of support, of presence. He didn’t say anything, but I could feel him beside me, steady as ever.

“We’re not here to force anything,” Arthur added, voice uncharacteristically gentle. “We just wanted to say we’re sorry. And if—if—you ever wanted to let us in again… we’ll be here.”

The moment sat there between us like glass—sharp, fragile.

I could feel the heat of Kimi’s body behind me. His thumb stroked a small, grounding circle at my hip. My silence wasn’t hesitation—it was deliberation. For the first time, I was in control of this story.

“I’m not saying I forgive you,” I said finally, slowly. “And I’m not ready to start over. I don’t know if I ever fully will be.”

They both nodded, eyes glassy, but not pushing.

“But I’m not thirteen anymore,” I continued. “And I’m tired of carrying it all by myself.”

Charles took a breath, voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to anymore. Not if you let us try.”

There was something achingly childlike in the way he said it. I didn’t recognize him in that moment—but maybe that was a good thing. Maybe we all had changed.

Kimi looked at me, silently asking if I needed him to step in. But I shook my head.

“Maybe,” I said quietly. “Maybe I’ll come to you. When I’m ready.”

Arthur’s face cracked into something that looked like hope. Charles nodded, biting the inside of his cheek, eyes shining with something close to tears.

“We’ll be here,” Charles said, voice thick. “Always.”

I gave a soft nod. And that was it. No dramatic hugs. No fairytale ending. Just an opening. An invitation to maybe, someday, walk through that door.

Kimi turned me gently, guiding me back toward the garage, his hand finding mine, fingers lacing together like always.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low in my ear.

I looked up at him, the boy who found me when I was broken and never once asked me to be whole. He just stayed. Loved. Waited.

“I think I will be,” I whispered.

And this time, I believed it.

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you telling your brothers off like you always deserved to- starts here

But Charles didn’t move. Neither did Arthur.

He took one step forward, brows drawn. “YN, we—we need to talk. I know this is… complicated. But we didn’t know. And now that we do—”

“You did know,” I cut him off, voice quiet but sharp, slicing clean through the air between us. “You knew where I was. You knew how to find me. But none of you ever did.”

Arthur’s jaw tensed. “It wasn’t that simple.”

“It was,” I said, a bitter laugh catching in my throat. “It was as simple as calling. As asking. As giving a damn.”

Kimi shifted beside me, eyes locked on them, no longer just observing. His voice was like steel wrapped in velvet when he spoke. “She doesn’t owe you anything.”

They looked at him, startled—maybe surprised he had something to say. But he didn’t flinch. He stepped slightly in front of me, body angled just enough to make his stance clear.

“She found happiness without you,” Kimi continued, voice calm, but colder now. “She found family without you. And now that she’s no longer a scared kid you ignored, you think she owes you a seat at her table?”

“Kimi—” Charles began, but Kimi didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.

“You weren’t there when she cried herself to sleep. You didn’t hold her hand when she felt like she didn’t exist to the people who were supposed to love her. I was. My family was.”

My throat tightened.

He looked over his shoulder at me, making sure I was still okay to let him speak. I gave the smallest nod.

“So unless she asks you to be part of her life,” Kimi said, gaze back on them now, “you don’t show up at and ambush her in her new life that she built her peace in and act like you’re entitled to anything.”

Arthur said nothing. Charles looked like he was swallowing glass, but neither of them moved.

And then Kimi finished—quieter this time, but firmer than ever. “Walk away.”

There was a long, aching silence. Then, as if a switch had flipped, Arthur stepped back, wordless. Charles’s eyes flickered one last time to mine, and for a second—just a second—I saw it. Regret. But regret wasn’t an apology. It wasn’t enough.

They left. Slowly. Quietly. Like they finally understood they weren’t welcome in this chapter. I turned toward Kimi, my chest heaving slightly even though I hadn’t run a single step. He reached for me without hesitation, pulling me into him. His arms wrapped around my shoulders, his hand pressing protectively to the back of my head.

“You did good,” he whispered into my hair. “I’m proud of you.”

My eyes stung, but I didn’t cry. Not for them. Not anymore.

“Thank you,” I whispered back. “For being my home.”

He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye. “Always.”

And just like that, we walked back toward the pit lane. Toward our life. The one we built from the wreckage. Stronger. Better. And mine. All mine.

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I fear I wasn't awake for the first 49 laps but Ferrari DRS train?? Right in front of Carlos Sainz??

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BITE THE HAND, PART ONE.

↳ CS55 ++ 'how to be a dog' by andrew kane ++ [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x]

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Does Ferrari reset Charles’ brain Winter Soldier style after every session because it’s crazy how his demeanor changes from day to day

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catch a flight, see if you can handle it and if you can then welcome to my island, bitch🌴

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