summary — in which the summer break means you get to finally spend some quality time with your boyfriend . . . and his teammate, apparently.
pairings — oscar piastri x fem!figureskater!reader
note — and for the sake of this we're gonna pretend both figure skating and F1 have the same break schedule so this can be summer break themed. thank you.
yourusername
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yourusername final session before summer break ❄️
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user1 summer break plans? 👀
⤥ yourusername seeing oscar in monaco and then we're going to aus :)
⤥ user2 wait y'all are dating?
⤥ user3: theyve BEEN dating 😭
⤥ user2 i started watching after the olympics okay 😔 idk anything
⤥ user3 valid
oscarpiastri see u tomorrow 😊
⤥ yourusername bright n early :)
amberglenniceskater okay cause we slayed
⤥ yourusername fr when dont we
⤥ user4 gonna miss them fr 😔
user5 just got into figure skating wdym oscar and her are dating omg worlds colliding fr
user6 have a good break!!!
oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri summer break ☀️
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yourusername omg we're adorable
yourusername love you to death
⤥ oscarpiastri ❤️
user1 ohhhh this is the content ive been waiting for TURN IT UPPP
user6 oscar x yn content is my reason to live ive waited since january for this
⤥ user7 they see each other once a year?????
⤥ user6 no no this is just the one part of the year they both have a break at the same time
landonorris soooo when r we going ice skating then
⤥ oscarpiastri youre not invited
⤥ yourusername are you telling me you dont wanna see him fall on his face
⤥ oscarpiastri youre reinvited
nicolepiastri ❤️
⤥ yourusername 💗
user9 oh u 2 are adorable shut up
⤥ user10 fr smth about a quiet f1 driver and an outgoing figure skater just makes sense
mclaren our fav couple is back!!!
⤥ user11 mclaren admin i love u
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yourusername off-season training ft. these clowns
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ilia_quadg0d_malinin looks disastrous
⤥ yourusername another reason i could never coach
landonorris look at my teacher bro im going to the olympics
⤥ yourusername bro you failed to follow simple instructions the entire session
⤥ landonorris but my crossovers were so good
⤥ yourusername ...if anyone asks who taught you to skate do not say i did
user12 we NEED to know if oscar is a good skater
⤥ yourusername in another life he could be a killer hockey player
⤥ user12 proof NOW
oscarpiastri neck training with me next?
⤥ yourusername uhhh rain check?
user13 theres my fav figure skater... and i guess landoscar are there 🙄
user14 lando on ice is exactly what i needed on my timeline
oscarpiastri quad jumps incoming
⤥ yourusername pls i wish
olympics our next two skaters at the winter olympics perchance?
⤥ yourusername you cant just say perchance
⤥ olympics 😔
cause who doesn't want the image of these boys all sweaty and bloody in hockey gear (also i haven't mastered writing in a scottish or manchester accent yet so don't come for me)
you’re a figure skater, something you’ve devoted your whole life since childhood to. over the years, you’ve honed your craft, becoming one of the best in your area. you do well enough at competitions; not olympic material, but skilled enough to bring home a state title every now and again. you take pride in the way your body glides across the ice, painting pretty pictures with each scrape of the blade of your skate. it’s methodical, structured, clean. if you close your eyes, you can almost pretend you’re dancing on clouds.
it’s a small town and there’s only one ice rink for miles, so of course you run into the local hockey team practicing and warming up for matches. you don’t know most of them (don’t care to, frankly), but some are more notorious than others.
the team captain and center, price, the tactical mind behind their victories. from the few games you’ve watched them play, you can tell that he calls the shots. you watch as he sits on the bench, watching his teammates rush back and forth across the ice. it’s like he sees beyond the game. sometimes, you see him close his eyes, like he’s seeing a play take shape in his head, before calling out to the others and making it happen. they always listen, his booming baritone too compelling to disregard. (that voice made you feel something too, but you didn’t want to admit it.)
then there was a defenseman, simon. you just knew him as “riley” by the last name emblazoned on the back of his jersey. but if you listened closely (and you did), his teammates called him ghost. it didn’t take you very long to find out why. ghost was a large man, all broad shoulders and hard lines. he preferred the silent approach to taking down an opponent, slamming them against the boards before they could even register the sound of his skates scraping the ice. he played dirty, your eyes often meeting his when the referee threw him in the penalty box. (he winked at you once as he cleaned some blood from his lip, fresh from a fight. you pretended not to notice.)
left wing belonged to johnny, a scottish man they called soap. he got his nickname from his assist record, always coming in to clean up what price or ghost or another teammate had fumbled to lead his team to victory. he was quick on his feet, but brutal. while ghost was the primary muscle, soap wasn’t afraid to get physical if someone was coming between him and a goal. soap was also mouthy, chirping in his thick accent across the ice to get in the other team’s head. half the things he said, you don’t understand. hell, the other team probably didn’t either. but the tone was what mattered. (he leaned over the plexiglass after a solid win, personally inviting you back to their next home game. you blushed crimson.)
right wing was kyle. by far the prettiest one on the team, you thought. he’d take his helmet off as he skated back to the bench, running a hand through his sweat-soaked curls. the sight of him was like a work of art, a canvas brutalized by the nature of an aggressive team sport. he wasn’t as quick to get physical as the others were, but the moment everyone dogpiled on the ice, he was right there in the fray, throwing punches that landed just as loud and hard as the rest of them. the way he moved on the ice almost reminds you of your routines, careful and choreographed. he knew exactly where he was going, and he always hit his marks. (you wondered if he always moved like that, wondered if he danced through life.)
ghost and soap approached you after a win, coming up into the stands after they’d stripped themselves of their gear. while soap looked a bit smaller after shedding the heavy padding, ghost didn’t. still a hulking wall of muscle. “oughta sit in the stands mo’ often, birdie,” soap chirped, a smug smile on his face as he leaned on his hockey stick. “y’r like a good luck charm fer us.” you blushed pretty, averting your eyes and missing the way the two men looked at each other. you’d do just nicely, they thought. ghost cleared his throat, your eyes snapping up to him like he’d commanded it. (he could’ve. you would’ve obeyed.) “when d’you skate again?” he asked, arms crossed over his expansive chest.
“y’ve seen us in our element. now we wanna see you in y’rs.”
part 2 of this au finally! i'm so glad people like it! comment if you wanna be added to the taglist, already planning pt 3 so there will be more where this came from 💗
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9
your name was announced through the loudspeaker as you skated onto the ice, all covered in sequins and polyester. you’d always thought it was a little bit silly, the conventions around figure skating costumes. that fit that Margot Robbie threw in I, Tonya about the ridiculousness of it? yeah, you’d had a moment like that once or twice. the rough fabric scratched your arms, the glint of the sequins drew focus away from your expressions. but you still felt elegant as you set your mark at center ice, hitting your starting pose in the silence before the music began.
breathe in, breathe out. focus. momentum is everything, remember your character, focus going into your jumps.
in the moment before your routine started, you flicked your eyes up and scanned the crowd. it was something that you’d done ever since your first routine that you took to competition. usually, you were looking for your parents, their smiling faces and the flash of your mom’s digital camera. now, though, it became more curiosity, finding a spot to let your eyes settle when you weren’t looking at the judges’ table. it was then that you saw them. four big, brutish hockey players sat shoulder to shoulder in the stands. the one with the mohawk (soap, you remembered) lifted his hand to wave at you, only for the man beside him (kyle, you guessed from this distance) to swat it down.
the shock must have played out on your face, because you saw price smirk as your music began playing. you let the sound seep into your bones and just like that, it all melted away and you skated.
…
the four of them watched pretty intently for the first few seconds of your routine. price was focused on the placement of your body, how you kept your center of gravity in the middle at all times. he had to admire how precise you were in your movements, like you knew the physics behind all of it. for all he knew, you did. he could tell you were skilled and he liked that about you. talent recognizes talent, or however the saying goes.
kyle was simply admiring your choice of music. Moonlight Sonata, though basic, was like black coffee, he thought. a classic choice that never really got old, but so many things could be added to it to make it new and exciting. and watching you skate to it, he felt like he’d never heard it before. he watched your face more than anything else. you were so expressive, a story playing out in your eyes, and he soaked it all up. it was like reading a novel, and this one was a page-turner.
ghost was watching the lines of your body. it was like you were painting the air as you moved, each flick of the wrist and lift of the leg deliberate and purposeful. it all served to make a pretty picture. every now and again, he’d look at the thin lines your skates left on the ice, the swirls and curves detailing everywhere you’d been. much prettier than the harsh notches he left behind when he stepped out of the rink, he thought. just like you, they were delicate.
soap was far less interested in the artistry or skill of it and more focused on you. the way your hair moved as you spun on the ice, the way your costume clung to your skin. he couldn’t even act as if he wasn’t watching disrespectfully, thinking of what your body might look like under the spandex and sparkles. you lifted your leg and began spinning, and soap thought he might keel over right then and there. ghost nudged him as he adjusted himself on the bench, a silent gesture that told him to behave.
johnny gestured to price behind kyle’s back, getting his attention. “didn’t i tell ya, cap? a right beaut, that one,” he said, earning himself a flick to the head from ghost. price chuckled, turning his attention back to where you were winding up for a jump. two turns in the air and you landed perfectly. he knew you would, you talented thing. “yeah. a beaut,” price responded, a small smile curving his lips.
...
you skated remarkably, in your opinion. it was a relatively simple routine, but with every completed skate, regardless of skill level, came a sense of accomplishment. as you hit your ending pose, you made eye contact with your hockey players in the stands again. ghost’s face was unreadable from this distance, but you caught the pleased expressions of the other three as they clapped for you. soap had a glint in his eyes that spelled mischief and made something in your stomach tighten. kyle was looking at you like the artist you perceived yourself to be, almost how you imagined someone would look at their favorite painting. and price’s face had pride written all over it. you caught an almost imperceptible nod from him, as if to say well done.
you bowed to both sides of the rink and skated off the ice, a performer’s smile on your lips. it wasn’t entirely fake, not like it had been at some competitions. this time, it was born of the idea that four of the men you’d been watching, nay, pining after for a month were finally turning their attentions to you. for the first time in a while, you wondered what someone besides the judges thought of your routine. the worst part was, you needed them to like it. you felt the intense need to please them, keep them coming back for more.
the four of them found you in line for the concessions, grabbing a hot chocolate to soothe your cold bones in between programs. your free skate was coming up next and you knew you’d need a little pick-me-up before then. as you thanked the high schooler who’d poured your drink, you turned to walk away and almost collided with a wall of solid muscle. price, you’d realize as you looked up. “told ya we wanted to see ya, bonnie!” soap’s voice chirped from behind the broad shoulders of the team captain.
you glanced around him, noticing kyle and ghost stood off to the side. kyle was all polite smiles and ghost looked as though he was aware of how much space he was taking up, supremely uncomfortable as people brushed past him. soap was stood off to the other side of price, arms crossed over his chest. then your eyes turned up to the captain himself, feeling a sense of pride radiating off of him. you weren’t sure why; this was a man who barely knew you. but it made your stomach flutter all the same. “good performance you put on out there, love,” he said, the rumble of his baritone voice more compelling when it was directed at you. you’d seen the boys scramble to follow his orders before during a game, but you’d thought it was just his rank on the team. no, you realized, it was definitely the voice.
“thank you,” you replied sheepishly, clutching the warm styrofoam cup in your icy fingers. “i’m glad you all liked it.” kyle spoke up, stepping a bit closer to where you stood. “liked it? i loved it! you’ll have to tell me more about how you choreographed it, the musicality was insane!” “easy, garrick,” ghost’s voice rumbled from where he stood, a bit muffled by the black surgical mask. “don’t wan’ to scare off our pretty bird.” oh, you could get used to that. you spoke up, your eyes flicking between the four of them. “actually, i still have another program to skate.” you hesitated, almost worried you were being too forward. but then you continued. why not live a little, take some risks? “if you all wanted to stay, that is.”
Everything that could go wrong for figureskater!reader or figure skating AUs that isn't talked about enough [PART 2]
PART1
Note: i definitely have real scenarios in mind iykyk
- seeing your friends reach new heights (and podiums) while you struggle the season due to injury
- periods and birth control side effects
- how expensive costumes are and having to reuse them
- watching their PCS (program component scores) get tanked and getting slow mo reviewed on every element (ie TES getting hosed)
- probably happened due to speaking out against unfair judging and inconsistent technical calls
- getting examined by home fed judges before, during and after the season and be given advice (which may not be constructive, undermines their creative vision and cause stress)
- losing out on the podium by less than 1 point 🥀
- realizing the body can't go on although the mind is there and the struggle to hold it out for one more season
- getting sick after the SP and struggling to pull together decent practice and debating whether to withdrawal from important competition
- probably because spots are counted by placement and if placement is bad a country loses spots which meant up and coming young skaters get less international experience
- having to skate after a phenomenal world record skate by the skater before you, the stress and the pressureeee
- having language barrier and no one to talk to during big events (and banquets🥲)
What if Figure Skater! Reader got injured while perfoming? There's lots of scary accidents that have happened on ice. And let's suppose the batfam is there watching them for a change.
As in, their partner lifting them up but losing balance and letting Reader fall, or someone crashing into them while they're performing. Someone slashing Reader with their ice skate, maybe while spinning, or someone crashing into them while they're competing.
Or, if you want to add more drama, Figure Skater! Reader having a prior injury in their hip or knees and still choosing to perform, but getting seriously hurt while on ice.
Y’all ever see the raw footage of Nancy Kerrigan after she was attacked? I visceral remember watching that once when I went down a rabbit hole a while back.
Now FigureSkater!Reader crying like that, raw and filled with broken dreams, after being injured accidentally by another skater. Gotham’s news reporting on it because this is a Wayne darling and airing the footage live.
And, it was genuinely accidental, but it doesn’t matter.
It just takes the sensationalism of the story to tip the family over the edge.
They hadn’t done near enough to support your uprising. They’ll do everything to cushion your down fall though.
(Oh, a Reader that feels incredibly guilty the fam does get revenge for them. They’re just breaking other people’s dreams to cope with their neglect in Reader’s low opinion.)
