Summary: Oscar takes his three-year-old daughter with him to the Barcelona GP.
Requested: Yes/No
Authors Note: Hi everyone!!! I hope you enjoy this one. I decided to change my posts a but, so I'll only add if it was requested or not, if that's okay with everyone. If anyone wants to be specifically mentioned that this is their request, please let me know!!
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Barcelona is already loud by the time Oscar arrives.
Not loud in the dramatic sense—just constant. Forklifts beeping somewhere behind the hospitality units, radios crackling, a steady stream of voices overlapping as teams move through the paddock like they’ve done this a hundred times before. The sun is out, not aggressively hot yet, but warm enough that Oscar’s glad he chose a short-sleeve polo.
Yn’s hand is wrapped around two of his fingers, small and warm and a little sticky.
She’s wearing a pink dress with tiny white flowers and trainers that light up faintly when she walks, which she has already tested several times. On her other arm, slung proudly like important luggage, is a small pink suitcase with wheels. Oscar is carrying it now, because five minutes ago she got tired.
“Papa,” she says, tugging his hand. “They have tables.”
“I see them,” he says calmly.
They’re heading toward one of the cafés tucked between motorhomes. A few drivers are already there, coffees half-finished, sunglasses on, posture relaxed in that very specific way that only happens before a Friday session.
Lando sees them first.
“Oscar!” he calls, pushing his chair back slightly. “Mate—whoa. Is that Yn?”
Yn looks up immediately at her name, stops walking, and squints at the group like she’s assessing a situation.
“That’s Lando,” Oscar says quietly. “You remember him.”
“He has funny hair,” Yn says.
Lando laughs. “I’ll take it.”
Max turns around in his chair, coffee in hand. “Hey,” he says, nodding at Oscar, then down at Yn. “Morning.”
Carlos lifts his sunglasses slightly. “Hola, pequeña.”
She lifts her chin. “Hola.”
Ollie, sitting half sideways on his chair, smiles. “She’s getting tall.”
“She’s not,” Yn says flatly.
Oscar huffs a small laugh. “She hears that a lot.”
Lando gestures toward the empty chairs. “Come sit. We’re just killing time.”
Oscar hesitates for half a second—then nods. “Alright.”
He pulls a chair out, lifting Yn up easily and settling her onto the seat. She sits properly for about three seconds before twisting around to look at the pink suitcase.
Oscar places it at her feet.
Her eyes light up immediately.
“Oh no,” Lando says, already grinning. “What’s in there?”
Yn doesn’t answer. She clicks it open with both hands, very focused.
Inside is a small, well-organized collection of pretend makeup. Plastic brushes, fake compacts, a tiny mirror that’s been smudged by fingerprints. It’s clearly been used a lot.
Carlos leans in slightly. “Is that makeup?”
“It’s mine,” Yn says, pulling out a brush.
Oscar shrugs lightly. “She’s been into it lately.”
“Since Lily?” Max asks.
Oscar nods. “Yeah. She watches her get ready and wants to copy everything.”
Yn taps the brush against the edge of the suitcase like she’s thinking.
“She does this every morning now,” Oscar adds. “Even if we’re not going anywhere.”
“That tracks,” Lando says. “Honestly, same.”
Yn looks up suddenly at Oscar. “Papa.”
“Yeah?”
She tilts her head. “Do I look nice?”
Oscar doesn’t hesitate. “You always look nice.”
She frowns slightly. “But now.”
He studies her face like it’s a serious question. “You look great.”
Max nods. “Very professional.”
Carlos adds, “Muy elegante.”
Ollie smiles. “Best dressed at the table.”
She seems satisfied by this, nodding once before turning back to her suitcase.
Lando watches her for a moment. “She’s scary focused.”
“She’s like that,” Oscar says quietly. “Once she starts, that’s it.”
Sure enough, Yn climbs down from the chair without asking and walks over to Oscar, standing between his knees.
“Sit still,” she says.
Oscar immediately places his hands on his thighs and stays still.
Lando raises an eyebrow. “You just… listen?”
Oscar glances at him. “Always.”
Yn reaches up very carefully and dabs the brush against Oscar’s cheek. It’s gentle, almost reverent.
“There,” she says.
She switches sides, repeating the motion.
Carlos watches, smiling softly. “You’re lucky.”
Oscar hums in agreement. “I know.”
She steps back to inspect him, hands on her hips.
“You’re pretty,” she says simply.
Oscar’s mouth curves into a small smile. “Thanks.”
Max takes a sip of his coffee, looking amused. “Looks like you’re race-ready.”
Yn nods seriously. “He needs help.”
“Apparently,” Lando says.
She climbs back onto her chair, satisfied, and returns to rearranging her kit.
The conversation slowly shifts back to normal things—track conditions, how hot it’s supposed to get later, how busy the weekend will be.
“Barcelona’s always a bit of a grind,” Carlos says. “But I like it.”
“Yeah,” Oscar agrees. “Car feels okay so far.”
Yn interrupts, not looking up. “Papa is fast.”
Max smirks. “That’s true.”
“But quiet,” she adds. “Not loud-fast.”
Lando laughs. “That’s actually… very accurate.”
Oscar glances down at her. “Quiet-fast?”
She nods. “Like this.” She makes a smooth hand motion through the air.
Carlos chuckles. “She gets it.”
Yn closes her suitcase and pushes it slightly toward Oscar’s foot.
“Done,” she announces.
Oscar picks it up. “All finished?”
“Yes.”
He stands, lifting her down easily and settling her against his side.
“We should go,” he says. “Practice soon.”
Lando waves. “Good luck, mate.”
“Bye,” Yn says, already half distracted.
As they walk away, Oscar feels that familiar calm settle back in—Barcelona buzzing behind them, his daughter humming softly beside him, pink suitcase swinging lightly in his hand.
Two weeks without racing and Lando thought he was good at the game which he was but…you completely obliterates him unintentionally. The journey of love between the F1 driver and you, the top global ranker.
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You weren’t famous, no, not officially. Not in a face on camera or sponsored streamer kind of way.
But in the circles that cared about rank, precision, movement tech, impossible flicks…you were a ghost story.
Top 2 on the global Apex ranking, your ingame name? A simple name. Blaze. A quiet legend, a username people whispered about and argued about constantly.
“That Blaze is cheating.”
“Nah, blaze is just cracked.”
Even your identity online is unknown because you never really post photos, you nevee stream. All you have online is that short gameplay you uploaded in your twitter account for you to look back when you wanted to. .
Your life was simple, sleep at whatever time - game - forget meals - game - complain about internet - game - respawn your mental health tomorrow
Your friends kept telling you, “Girl, one day, you’re gonna run into someone famous and not realize it.”
You always rolled your eyes. Who would you possibly run into? A streamer? Maybe. A celebrity? Extremely unlikely.
But fate? well, fate loves proving you wrong.
Lando dramatically stretched. “Alright, warm-up game, then we go for real. I feel good today. I’m ready. I’m unstoppable.” Lando then loaded into a match with two randoms.
While you, on your gaming corner of your room, you were mid-coffee sip when your match loaded.
Your in game name flashed onto the screen, and your fingers twitched with muscle memory. Your joints popped, your back cracked and definitely ready to ruin someone’s afternoon.
You dropped with your randoms, looting calmly. Today felt good, you were hitting every shot, your movement smooth and responsive, ping stable for once.
You wiped the first squad effortlessly, then half of another. You don't know but players kept pushing like they wanted to die.
On the other hand, Lando wasn’t doing terribly, shockingly. He had two kills, only downed once. “See? I’m improving!”
Mid match, few teams remaining,his team pushed a building.
That’s when they heard it. Gunshots then killed notifivation. Too fast, way too fast.
Lando frowned. “What theeee?? why is my teammate down, he just went in??”
He peeked and saw you, a blur.
You downed one of his teammate mid air, downed another one that isn't on his team with two perfect shots, then armor swapped mid fight like you were casually breathing.
Lando confused and his survival instinct worked “NOPE. NOPE. ABSOLUTELY NOT.”
He tried to run.
You chased, slide jumped behind him and shot him from the side.
One shot, no misses, dead.
Lando almost smash his keyboard "WHAT WAS THATTTT, THAT WAS SO UNFAIRR FCK WHATEVER BYE” then he suddenly ended the stream, mad.
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In the morning, the sun wasn’t fully out and your brain wasn’t fully on. You actually surprised even yourself by waking up early. Like early early.
But you had the sudden urge to grind Apex before the servers filled with chaos and randoms who couldn't even shoot properly.
Still half-asleep, you grabbed a muffin, sat in your chair, cracked your knuckles, and logged in.
You had no idea Lando had tweeted all night, you didn’t check the trending page, to be honest, you didn’t care. You just wanted to rank up.
First match, fresh lobby muffin and coffee in your desk and you weren’t even fully warmed up but your aim was good but not terrifying yet. You can feel it, your reflexes were slightly delayed. But still better than 99.9% of the server.
You queued with two randoms, you landed and looted quickly and slowly, you exhaled.
“Alright…"
You pushed the first fight and three knocks in 18 seconds.
Ah. There it was, muscle memory.
But then, behind you hear footsteps. three sets pushing your building.
You grinned. “Okay let's start.”
On the other side, Lando was live, he was actually energetic and above all, he was delusional enough to think today would be better. “Good morning chat!! I slept. I’m healed. I’m in my redemption arc.”
With matched with two randoms not even half the teams dead the team were already pushing.
Then one of his teammates screamed into comms “ENEMY ON ME!!! HELP!!”
Lando froze. “…no way.”
He peeked. He saw your IGN and his soul almost left his body.
“IT’S BLAZE????!!. I...HOW...WHY...??? AHHH ARE THEY STREAM SNIPING?!!!”
The panic was instant, Lando’s hands began sweating instantly.
“WHY ARE THEY HERE AT THIS TIME OF DAY??? WHO WAKES UP EARLY TO RUIN MY LIFE???”
Meanwhile, you were vibing, yu didn’t even know he was streaming hell you don't even know him, you were simply playing.
Lando slammed his desk softly. “WHY. WHY ME AGAIN. THIS IS STREAM SNIPING. IT HAS TO BE.”
You finished his squad, revived your random, then stretched your neck like nothing happened.
summary: You start soft launching your boyfriend but he looks a little too much like his best friend and people get the wrong idea..
requested: no
a/n: I don’t like how this turned out but whatever
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ynpiastri
liked by oscarpiastri, lilyzhneimer, lando and 820k others
ynpiastri days on the road ☀️🫂 🏎️
oscarpiastri tell him to answer my texts, will you?
ynpiastri he was playing with the other idiot, I’ll tell him
oscarpiastri thanks
user other idiot?
user that looks like lando
lilyzhneimer 🥰🥰
*liked by author*
user she’s so effortlessly beautiful
user Oh to be a nepo sister 😔
user is that lando?
oscarpiastri hold on, why are you wearing lando’s merch and not mine??
oscarpiastri don’t ignore me
oscarpiastri yn piastri.
user im crying, not yn ignoring him
user are her and lando a thing?
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lando
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lando silverstoneeeee 💚
ynpiastri damn who’s that girl in the last pic
ynpiastri the better piastri here btw
oscarpiastri ???
ynpiastri 😁😁
oscarpiastri oh now you can answer?
oscarpiastri hello??
oscarpiastri tell her to answer her phone
lando she said, and I quote “Fuck off”
user lando posting oscar’s sister???
user lando and yn are so together
user new wagggg
mclaren home race is always the best 🇬🇧 👏👏
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f1gossip
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f1gossip Oh? Either the F1 broadcast got something wrong or we got a new wag on our hands 👀
user with her reaction? Idk
user here looking at max like : 🤨😨
user rivalry is gonna be fire
user her reaction was like mine 💀😂
user well, the broadcast also called lando’s grandparents, oscar’s grandparents so..
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f1gossip
f1gossip After Oscars sister sparked rumours with her brothers teammate, she was seen at a quadrant event and later spotted with lando around monaco 👀🫢
user ohhhh
user wait..
user so prettyyyy
user what does oscar think about this?
user hear me out, her and max
user yeah sure
user let’s get you back to bed grandma, he could never pull her lol
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ynpiastri
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ynpiastri recently 🧸💌🍸
user stop soft launching and just tell us 🌝
ynpiastri mhhh, no
user ughhhh
alexandrasaintmleux 😍😍
ynpiastri leave charles, I can treat you better
alexandrasaintmleux packing my bags as we speak hehe 🏃♀️🏃♀️
charlesleclerc im not even gonna fight this anymore
ynpiastri smart man
lando that’s my braaaaand
ynpiastri yesssss
user that black dress 🤌🤌
hattiepiastri ❤️❤️
*liked by author*
oscarpiastri is he fighting demons?
maxfewtrell no, he was loosing against your sister
oscarpiastri so he was fighting a demon
ynpiastri wow 😒
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hattiepiastri
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hattiepiastri 🇬🇧 and little getaway w my lil shadow
ynpiastri admit it, you love me clinging to you
hattiepiastri 👀👀
ynpiastri I knew it
oscarpiastri I see which sister likes me and which doesn’t
lilyzhneimer 😂😂
user landoooo
user are we sure that’s lando?
user need them to make their paddock debut
lando what was he looking at?👀
hattiepiastri yn and her boyfriend. He does not like it 😂
lando oh well 😂
user 100% lando
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maxfewtrell
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maxfewtrell wrong one, sorry folks
lando you jealous muppet 😂
maxfewtrell shut up
ynpiastri love youuuu ❤️
maxfewtrell ❤️❤️
user damn
user they look too much alike, oh my
user I knew it wasn’t lando 💀
alexalbon hold up, so you soft launched max?? @/ynpiastri
ynpiastri yep
alexalbon damn
logansargent 😟😟
user that was unexpected
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ynpiastri 🩷🩷🩷
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I suddenly had a bright idea of Nmixx! Piastri!Reader(Member Claim? Lily)
Oscar doesn't really talk much about his private life much less his sisters, so no one even knew his sister is in kpop, which maybe also why Hattie got her albums easier. Even if he sometimes hums nmix songs people just think its Hattie's influence until Nmixx performed in Australian grand prix along side Stray kids maybe (Aussie Aussie OiOiOi) then the grid got suspicious on why Oscar seems to be really into Nmixx thinking he might be a fan, Also their amazed by nmixx choreo and singing abilities (Lily, high notes and her voice crack when she's doing highnote when fireworks surprising her showing their like live live) anyways the performance ended and Oscar beeline towards nmixx backstage the grid following him like a ducklings and sees their reunion considering she has been in korea this whole time and his busy with f1 so they both don't have time, then Chan and Felix high five him in greeting as they know eachother through Reader (aussies) and they find out that his sister is a kpop idol, his also friends with Chan and Felix of Stray Kids (considering it was Felix line was about Charles Leclerc in their song)
🐨 "Wait… That’s Your Sister?!"
Pairing: 2025 F1 Grid x Platonic!Reader (Oscar Piastri’s younger sister, member of NMIXX)
Genre: Wholesome Chaos, Found Family, Sibling Feels, K-Pop x F1 crossover
Featuring: NMIXX, Stray Kids, full F1 grid, Toto Wolff cameo, some unhinged paddock energy
Warnings: Mild language, uncontainable Aussie pride, grid-wide confusion, live high note scare
Word count: 964
A/N: @rosiel-leclerc04 I luvv this idea. If anyone wants to be added into the taglist just let me know.
Scene 1 — Oscar’s Weird Little Secret
Oscar Piastri had always been quiet.
The guy didn’t talk much about anything personal.
Family? Off limits.
Childhood? Brief mentions, never too deep.
His favourite colour? Even that was a mystery (Logan still swears it’s beige).
Which is why nobody ever suspected that the actual, literal younger sister of McLaren’s most private driver…
…was a K-Pop idol.
It all started with the little things.
Oscar would sometimes hum NMIXX songs in the garage.
Not loudly — just under his breath while scrolling telemetry.
Hattie, McLaren’s PR wizard, was the only one who noticed and assumed it was her influence. She liked NMIXX. She had albums. No one questioned it.
And if Lando caught Oscar muttering “O.O” while adjusting his gloves? He just thought Oscar had finally lost it from simulator overwork.
Even the grid noticed.
Charles: “Mate, you’ve been humming the same chorus for an hour.”
Oscar: “No, I haven’t.”
Carlos: “Yes you have.”
Lando: “You literally just sang ‘O.O’ again.”
Oscar: [deadpan] “That’s telemetry data.”
Nobody believed him, but also… nobody cared enough to dig.
Until the Australian Grand Prix.
Scene 2 — The Announcement That Shook the Paddock
Two weeks before Melbourne, the entertainment lineup for the Australian GP was announced.
Headliners?
— NMIXX
— Stray Kids
— Some Aussie indie band Fernando claimed to know personally
The grid’s group chat immediately lit up.
Lewis: "NMIXX??? Okay, who’s coming to the performance with me?"
Pierre: "ME."
Charles: "I will attend. For… research."
Carlos: "You don’t listen to K-Pop."
Charles: "I do now."
Oscar?
Oscar didn’t even acknowledge the announcement.
Just sent a thumbs up emoji and went back to whatever he was doing.
The first sign something was weird came on race weekend when Oscar actually showed up early for sound check day.
He wasn’t scheduled for media. He didn’t have to be there.
Yet there he was, lingering near the main stage, sunglasses on, pretending to watch setup like it was car data.
Lando leaned over to George.
“Why is he here?”
George shrugged. “Maybe he’s a big Stray Kids fan.”
Alex: “No, he’s definitely an NMIXX guy. Look at him. He’s focused.”
Scene 3 — The Performance
The sun was dipping low when NMIXX took the stage.
The paddock had a perfect VIP view, but most of the drivers had migrated closer to the crowd — half because they were genuinely curious, half because Lewis insisted “you can’t feel the music from the paddock lounge.”
The Choreo:
The grid was stunned.
Daniel was clapping along within thirty seconds.
Pierre was recording everything for “personal archives.”
Logan was whispering “how do they breathe while doing that?” every few seconds.
The Vocals:
When it came time for your part — the high note — you hit it flawlessly… until the fireworks popped right in your ear.
Your voice cracked in surprise. You froze for half a second before laughing it off and powering through.
The drivers?
Absolute chaos.
George: “DID YOU SEE THAT??”
Lando: “SHE JUST KEPT GOING—”
Lewis: “That’s professionalism right there.”
Yuki: “Better than half the F1 comms when something explodes.”
Scene 4 — The Beeline
The final song ended.
Crowd roared.
Lights dimmed.
Before anyone could blink, Oscar had disappeared.
Lando: “Where—”
Pierre: “He’s gone.”
George: “Where is he going?”
The answer: straight backstage.
And because the grid is basically a flock of curious ducks, they followed him.
They caught up just as Oscar turned a corner… and walked right into you.
You barely had time to register the sight before you were tackled into a hug.
“Ossie!” you squealed, clinging back.
It had been months. You in Korea, him in Europe. The time zones, the careers — all impossible to line up.
The grid skidded to a stop, jaws collectively on the floor.
Yuki asking how you could possibly dance that fast without dying.
Lewis wanting to know your vocal training regimen.
Daniel trying to convince you to teach him the chorus of “Love Me Like This.”
Charles filming everything for “his sisters.”
Meanwhile, Oscar just stood back, quietly watching you light up in the middle of the chaos.
He didn’t say much — didn’t need to.
Everyone could see it: the soft, proud big-brother smile.
You: “You know, you could’ve told them.”
Oscar: “Nah. This is funnier.”
You: “You’re impossible.”
Oscar: “Runs in the family.”
And somewhere behind them, Hattie — who’d known for months — was sipping her coffee like it was none of her business.
Scene 7 — Aussie Aussie Oi Oi Oi
The night ended with Stray Kids and NMIXX doing a joint encore, this time with half the F1 grid dancing awkwardly at the side of the stage.
George was stiff as a board.
Daniel was all in.
Lando nearly fell off the riser.
And every few seconds, from somewhere in the crowd, the chant rang out:
“AUSSIE AUSSIE—”
“OI OI OI!”
Oscar didn’t join in… but he didn’t stop smiling either.
End.
A/N: If you want, I can also make a Part 2 where the grid meets you in Korea and gets a full backstage K-pop experience — complete with confused staff, dance practice disasters, and Felix roping the drivers into a collab. Would you like me to do that next?
Esse imagine pertence a @ari-ana-bel-la e eu estou apenas traduzindo
O burburinho no paddock era eletrizante desde que a notícia foi divulgada: Oscar e Lily levariam sua filha de quatro meses para o Grande Prêmio da Austrália. Apesar de serem pais jovens, o casal abraçara a nova vida com carinho e entusiasmo. Sua filhinha, Sn, havia se tornado a queridinha do paddock sem nem mesmo pisar nele. Os pilotos só tinham visto fotos dela — um pacotinho de alegria com os cachos macios de Oscar e os olhos brilhantes e curiosos de Lily.
Agora, no dia da imprensa, o momento que todos esperavam finalmente chegou. A garagem da McLaren estava tomada pela expectativa quando Oscar entrou, de mãos dadas com Lily. Na outra mão, ele conduzia delicadamente um carrinho de bebê, cuidadosamente coberto com um cobertor para proteger a filha do sol e das câmeras sempre presentes. O casal se dirigiu a uma mesa ao ar livre, à sombra, e Oscar se certificou de estacionar o carrinho onde Sn se sentisse mais confortável.
Lando foi o primeiro a cumprimentá-los, praticamente pulando de alegria.
— Finalmente! Esperei uma eternidade para conhecer a princesinha! — disse ele, agachando-se ao lado do carrinho.
Oscar riu baixinho, trocando um olhar cúmplice com Lily.
— Tudo bem, tudo bem — disse ele, abaixando-se para puxar delicadamente o cobertor.
Quando o tecido caiu, o pequeno grupo se deparou com a visão de um bebê dormindo pacificamente, com seus dedinhos cerrados em punhos frouxos. Suas bochechas macias e rechonchudas estavam levemente coradas, e sua respiração, estável e profunda.
Lando derreteu-se instantaneamente.
— Meu Deus — sussurrou, como se falar alto demais pudesse acordá-la. — Ela é perfeita.
Ele estendeu a mão, hesitando pouco antes de seus dedos roçarem a mãozinha dela.
— Posso? — perguntou, olhando para Lily.
— Claro — ela disse com um sorriso.
No momento em que o dedo de Lando tocou a palma minúscula de Sn, os dedinhos dela instintivamente o envolveram. Lando soltou um suspiro de puro espanto.
— Acho que ela gosta de mim — disse ele com orgulho.
A essa altura, os outros pilotos já começavam a se reunir — a curiosidade os atraía como um ímã. Max, Charles, George e Carlos se juntaram, ficando em pé ao redor da mesa, com os rostos se suavizando ao ver a garotinha. Até Fernando, que raramente se empolgava com coisas fora das corridas, observava com um sorriso raro e gentil.
— Uau — murmurou Charles, inclinando-se levemente. — Ela é ainda mais fofa pessoalmente.
George deu uma risadinha.
— Você fala isso como se ela fosse uma celebridade.
— Ela meio que está — ressaltou Carlos. — Quer dizer, o paddock inteiro está esperando para conhecê-la.
— Ela parece uma mistura de vocês dois — disse Max, olhando para Oscar e Lily. — Mas acho que ela tem mais características da Lily.
Oscar sorriu.
— É, eu também acho. Ela com certeza tem os olhos da Lily.
Enquanto todos falavam baixinho, mantendo a voz baixa para não acordar o bebê, um pequeno ruído chamou a atenção deles. Sn se mexeu um pouco, seu rostinho se contraindo enquanto ela começava a se agitar.
Lily imediatamente estendeu a mão para ela, tirando-a cuidadosamente do carrinho e colocando o bebê em seu colo. Sn piscou com os olhos sonolentos, examinando os arredores como se estivesse absorvendo tudo pela primeira vez.
Então, seu olhar pousou em Oscar.
Por um segundo, houve apenas silêncio enquanto ela o encarava. E então, todo o seu rosto se iluminou com um sorriso de derreter o coração, seus pezinhos chutando animadamente.
A reação coletiva dos pilotos foi instantânea.
— Awwwwww! — Lando praticamente gritou. — Você viu isso? Ela ama o papai!
Oscar, completamente encantado, não resistiu. Inclinou-se e depositou um beijo delicado em sua bochecha macia e gordinha. Sn riu em resposta, erguendo as mãozinhas para afagar seu rosto.
Fernando deu um sorriso irônico.
— Ela já o tem na palma da mão.
Oscar nem tentou negar.
— Claro que sim — disse ele, sorrindo para a filha. — Ela é perfeita.
Charles, que observava em silêncio, finalmente estendeu a mão.
— Posso segurá-la?
Lily olhou para Oscar, que assentiu antes de entregar Sn cuidadosamente a Charles. O piloto monegasco a segurou como se ela fosse a coisa mais preciosa do mundo, sua postura serena de sempre completamente substituída por adoração.
— Bonjour, petite princesse — murmurou ele, embalando-a delicadamente. Sn o encarou com olhos grandes e curiosos antes de lhe dar um sorrisinho banguela.
Carlos cutucou Max.
— Acho que Charles vai chorar.
Max deu um sorriso irônico.
— Eu não o culparia.
O grupo passou a meia hora seguinte completamente encantado, passando Sn de um lado para o outro enquanto a mimavam, cada piloto tendo sua vez de segurá-la. Até Max, que insistia que não era bom com bebês, se viu segurando-a com cuidado, com uma expressão indecifrável, antes de finalmente murmurar:
— Ela é bem bonitinha.
Lando tirou inúmeras fotos e as enviou para o chat do grupo com legendas como "Novo diretor de equipe da McLaren" e "Futuro campeão mundial avistado".
Sn, felizmente inconsciente do caos que havia causado, simplesmente absorvia o amor, balbuciando alegremente enquanto suas pequenas mãos se estendiam para qualquer um que estivesse próximo o suficiente.
À medida que a tarde avançava, Oscar e Lily observavam a filha cercada de amor, com o coração transbordando. Eles sempre souberam que o paddock da F1 era como uma família, mas ver o quanto todos adoravam a filhinha tornava tudo ainda mais real.
— Acho que ela tem um time inteiro de tios agora — Oscar refletiu, com o braço em volta de Lily.
Lily riu.
— É. E eles estão todos completamente apaixonados.
Oscar olhou para a filha, agora descansando tranquilamente nos braços de Lando, enquanto ele sussurrava bobagens para ela com o maior sorriso no rosto. Sentiu um calor percorrer seu peito.
— É — ele disse suavemente. — Acho que ela vai adorar crescer aqui.
Oscar: Okay one more time
Oscar: You said you asked everyone if they wanted pizza
Y/N: Yes!
Oscar: And they said no?
Y/N: Also yes!
Oscar: And then Max and Yuki came and took a slice each, to which you...
Y/N: Took my fucking pizza back from those assholes and told them to make their own damn dinner
Oscar: But when Lando asked for some...
Y/N: - throws your hands in the air -
Y/N: What did you expect me to do, let him fucking starve?!
Oscar: - sighing, while rubbing his hand over his face -
Oscar: Y/N... what the hell am I going to do with you
Y/N: What?
Oscar: You are going to give me grey hair before I am 25
Y/N: (✿◕‿◕✿)
Y/N: Don't worry brother we can always dye your hair
Summary after the Australian Grand Prix Logan begins to doubt himself and lashes out in Y/n
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Warning angst, break up, not proofread, spelling mistakes
A/N I don’t know the names of Oscar’s sisters so I made it up; we have Olivia, Julie and Amelia. Sorry if that is your name, you can just imagine an other name.
Hate the ending. It was also a bit rushed, so the spelling will NOT be good.
Please repost, comment or give feedback! It helps a lot!❤️
Oscar, Logan and Y/n. Those names were said together a lot. Sometimes various combinations of those three but mostly the three names together with each other. And mostly when it was said it mentioned something good, or funny. But the last few months the combination ‘Logan and Y/n’ is heard a lot more. In the media but also said by other drivers or fans. That is because after years of dating thru finally hard launched. And the word loved it how could they not? They were every good book trope
Childhood best friends, brothers best friend, childhood sweethearts, secret relationships. And the people loved it. But with every relationship came problems, and that was no different with them.
And after the monstrosity that is called the Australian Grand Prix 2024, let’s just say a few things changed.
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The Australian Grand Prix, Oscars home race and Logan Sal most home race (or at least it felt like it). The whole Piastri family came to support the two boys. And with the family was, of course, Y/n. Oscars youngest sister (ado his favourite) and Logan’s girlfriend from 10 years (the first few years not being overly serious with that a 13 year old being in a relationship).
But despite the good atmosphere at the beginning of the race weekend that didn’t last the whole weekend. All because of the stupid decision’s of Williams and because of Alex’s crash.
So when the news came out that Logan wouldn’t race and would give Alex his car, it was understandable that Y/n was confused. So when she walked out of the McLaren garage and into the Williams garage for an explanation from Logan. So she walked to his drivers room and knocked on the door before slowly opening it. When she walked in she saw Logan laying down on the massage table. So she slowly walked up to him and touched his shoulder to let him know she was there.
“Hey lo, hoe are you doing? I heard what happens.” She said quietly while he sat up straighter and looked at her.
He mumbled something that she didn’t hear so she asked him to repeat it.
“We need to talk.” Logan said while slowly looking away from his girlfriend.
“Okay…” she said a bit confused while looking at Logan. “What is going on love?” She asked. “Is it something with the race? Do you need something? Do I need to fight someone?” She asked the last bit joking of course (but she would if he asked her to).
“I think we need to break up.” He said getting straight to the point wanting it to be over. He didn’t look at her but instead chose to look around the room.
“What?” She asked confused with his sudden statement. “No, we don’t. Why would you think we would need to break up?” She asked getting more and more confused by the second.
Logan was silent for a second before speaking again. “Let me rephrase; I want to break up with you.” He said more firm while finally looking in her eyes. She looked worst then ever.
“Why? Is it something I did?” She asked straying to stand up.
“No, no. It is all me. You did nothing wrong.” He said while also standing up.
“Then why are you breaking up with me? We have been together through basically everything! Why break up now?” She asked while starting to pace the room, she slowly came to a stop before him. “Don’t you love me anymore? Have you found someone else?” She asks tears beginning to form on her eyes.
“No of course not. I still love you, I just can’t be in a relationship with you. Can’t you just accept that and not be such a bitch about it?!” Logan siad silently whisper screaming the last part to not disturb the other people that could be around them.
“Oh I’m sorry that I want to know why my boyfriend is suddenly breaking up with me on my brothers home race!” She said now almost fully crying. “You know what I don’t even want to know anymore. Goodbye Logan.” She said while walking out of the door and closing it.
She walked out of the Williams garage back to the McLaren one, and as soon as she was there she saw her siblings. She asked towards them with her head low trying to hide her tears. When she did finally reach them they started to ask questions but she just shrugged them off. She asked her sister for the car keys not wanting to be there anymore.
She told them to tell Oscar where she was and that she was sorry for leaving so early. They tried to talk to her but that didn’t really work. So she just left the paddock and drove home. When she was finally there she got up to her room and cried… a lot.
While that all happens Logan was shocked at what he did. Of course he broke up with her but he didn’t think she would just leave. And he was also weeping worst with calling her a bitch.
The whole thing was bad for him; him not being able to race, him breaking up with his girlfriend and everyone staring at him with those damn stupid sympathy looks. This was the start of the worst few weeks- no even months for Logan Sargeant.
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When the remaining Piastri family returned home the where curious with what happens to the youngest member. So when Nicole decided to check up on her daughter she didn’t expect to see the door locked and hear sobbing.
“Y/n, sweetie are you alright?” Her mother asked while knocking on the door. “Can you open the door please?” She asked.
Y/n slowly stood up from her bed and walked to the door to unlock it. As soon as she was done she laid down again. “It’s open.” She said a bit muffled because of the pillow she laid her head on.
Her mother walked into the room and saw her daughter upset. She slowly walked to words her and rubbed her back comforting her. Y/n slowly sad up against the headboard and looked at her mom. Her mom saw her teary eyes and brought her in a hug. They didn’t need to speak to know what happened. It was pretty oblivious to Nicole that something happened between her and Logan; she did come back from him crying after all.
“Hey sweetheart, what happened?” Her mother asked wanting to confirm her suspicions about what happened. But before the her daughter could answer there was another knock at the door.
Y/n looked up to see who it was, and it was Oscar. “Hey you alright y/n/n? I heard you left early, I was getting worried.” He said while also waking towards her. “What happened?” He asked wanting to know what happens with his (favourite) sister.
“It’s just… Logan…” she said quietly her voice breaking a bit
“What did he do?” Oscar asked wanting to know what his best friend did to hurt his sister.
“He broke up with me.” She said shocking Oscar and confirming Nicole’s suspicions.
“What? Why?” Oscar asked looked really shocked.
“I don’t know. He just said he wanted to break up. And when I asked why he said i need to ‘stop being a bitch about it’” she said crying more.
“He said that?!” Oscar asked getting more and more shocked with all that she says.
Y/n hummed and layer back down in her bad and put her face in the pillow. “Can you please just leave me alone?” She asked while trying to stop herself from making a sound.
“Oscar can you please leave sweetheart. I will talk with Y/n for a bit. Can you please hale your sisters and dad with setting the table? And can you get Olivia to come upstairs?” Nicole asked her son.
“Yeah, sure.” He said while standing up. He looked at his sister one last time before going downstairs to help the rest of his family and get Hadie to go help cheer his sister up.
After a few minutes Hadie came in Y/n’s room and saw her youngest sister and mum hugging while Y/n was crying.
“Hey y/n/n, Oscar told me what happened. You okay?” Hadie asked while walking in the room and closing the door for some privacy.
“I will be fine. Can we just not talk about it? This weekend is suppose to be about Oscar and the race, not me.” She said while looking at her oldest sister.
“Hey don’t talk like that. Of course it is a special weekend for Oscar, but you are important too. And I know for a fact that he doesn’t care that we give you a little more attention now because Logan is an asshole.” Hadie said. Receiving a look from Nicole at the last part, but they both chose to ignore it.
“I know, but still. Can we just not talk about it now? Maybe it was all a misunderstanding. I just want to enjoy watching our brother race.” Y/n said while wiping her tears away. Nicole and Hadie nodded at that and they walked downstairs.
After Chris, Mea and Edie gave Y/n a hug they all ate and did not speak about Logan. After they were done eating Y/n went to her room to figure out what to do with her life while the rest stoot up a little longer to just talk before going to sleep.
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After the Australian Grand Prix, and Y/n avoiding Logan at all cost, they didn’t see each other for a while. That was because while some people may have free time, Y/n still had school and while she normally would would do it online to see Logan and Oscar race, now after the break up she devoted that it was smarter to just attend school in real life and have social contact with more people her age.
So the next time that they where close to each other again was the China Grand Prix, either her being there for Oscar’s birthday.
And while they where both exited with her being there looking back at it it maybe wasn’t the best idea. Because while Y/n was still in a heartbreak after the break up, Logan seemed to be fine, and moving on.
Because when Y/n was in the McLaren garage with Oscar and Lilly Oscar walked in the paddock with a girl… yeah, it seemed that he moved on.
After the pure torture that was watching Logan and the girl for the whole weekend Y/n chose to see what was going on. She knows that they broke up but she could get answers, right?
So after the race and the whole after ritual she de devoted to go back to the hotel, where Logan was also staying. She had asked Alex and Lilly (Alex’s girlfriend) what his room number was and they happily said it (not enjoying the whining that Logan did all the time).
So she walked to the room and knocked on the door.
Logan opens it.
They looked at each other.
And she slapped him.
He looked shocked.
But honestly, he deserved it.
“Come inside?” Logan asked hesitantly, not knowing what to do after she had slapped him.
“Is there anyone else?” She asked wanting to know if the girl was with him.
“Nope. All alone.” He said opening the door wider to let her in.
They both walked in the room and Logan walked to the kitchen and stood against the island. And Y/n begin talking.
“You know, I am not sorry for the slap. You are such an asshole to me. You break up, call me a bitch, don’t give me an explanation for either of them and then you show up with some other girl?! What the fuck Logan? You can’t do that to me! And i know that I will just forgive you cause I love you!… and that is the first I have said it and we are broken up and you have someone else and… ugh! It is all unfair. All I wanted to do is just comfort my boyfriend and than all this happened and now my life is shirk! And I miss you, and I just want you back, but I can’t have you back because you have already moved on. But I still love you and it’s not fair and-“ before she could continue her rambling she felt something in her lips.
Logan was kissing her.
He still liked her.
He is kissing her!
And it felt better then ever.
And of course she kissed back.
“Please shut up” Logan said after parting away from her lips. “I can explain just please, shut up.” He said with a smile on his face while looking at her.
“Okay so explain.” Y/n said still in a bit of a daze at the kiss.
“Okay so; the girl is just a friend, she really loves F1 so I gave her one off my paddock passes so she could have the full experience. There is nothing going on between us. And yes I did diserve the slap, I really was an ass to you, but I promise I have an explanation.
After what happened at Australia I begin to doubt myself and then I realised that you deserve better, so I broke up with you. Is was an impulsive and stupid decision I know that, and I’m sorry. And I am also so so sorry for that I called you a bitch, it was just that I was really stressed and angry at, well everything and I just lachend out at you. And again I am so sorry for everything. Can you please forgive me? I want you back again. And I love you too.” Logan rambled.
Y/n looked at him for a second before responding. “I also really want you back, but we can’t jump right back at where we where. I need some time. And I want to be with you and I can’t bear to be without you for any longer. So how about this; we get back together, but slowly. We will be a couple and all but we won’t move at an incredible fast pace, I still need to fully trust that you won’t just break up with me after an other thing happens. And the next time something big is going on, either ether of us; we talk.” She explained while grabbing his hand.
“Yeah, I’m okay with that. Everything to be with you again. And now Oscar can finally shut up with looking at me like I killed his cat or something.” Logan said relieved that he and his best friend could also make up after Oscar ignoring him and shooting him dirty glances all the time.
“Oh yeah, sorry about that. I said he should stop it but he didn’t listen.” y/n laughed.
“So… you want to go out to eat something now that we are together again?” Logan asked grabbing his girlfriends hand.
