The first time Pierre Morteau saw you, you were standing at the edge of the field with a wicker basket hugged to your chest too clean, too careful, and entirely out of place among the mud and the smell of hay.
You weren't from the countryside that much was obvious. Your shoes sank into the dirt with every hesitant step, your skirt brushing against the wheat like it might bite. The sky was grey that morning, heavy with the kind of silence that had settled over France since the occupation began. And yet, there you were smiling, nervous but genuine, asking if "the Morteau family could use a bit of bread and candles."
Pierre didn't know what to make of you. City folk didn't visit farms anymore, not with rations so tight and soldiers on every road. But his mother took the basket from your hands, thanking you as though you'd brought sunlight itself.
You came again the next week. Then again after that. Sometimes with a loaf of bread, sometimes with nails or fabric scraps, sometimes just with kind words and a shy laugh. You didn't understand much about farms you jumped when the hens squawked, you dropped the feed bucket once but Pierre found himself watching you longer than he should, wondering what kind of person still thought of others when the whole world seemed to be falling apart.
To everyone else, you were the girl with the basket.
To Pierre, you became the quiet reminder that kindness hadn't died with peace.
And as the war deepened and the roads grew dangerous, he'd still wait by the gate every few days pretending he was just chopping wood hoping to see you appear again through the mist, carrying hope in both hands.
- Your First impression was something children call you "The girl who always brings something" why? well it's because you are always gose to that farm with a basket always full of things like food candles etc it's out of help
-When you first showed up with your little basket of goods, Pierre thought you were lost. A city woman, clean shoes, soft hands, nervous around animals you stood out in the countryside.
He didn't understand why you'd walk all that way 'just to help.' In his mind, no one helped for free during wartime.
His mother Jeanne immediately liked you. Pierre… took longer. He watched you like you might break something (or yourself).
-... You don't know much about farm life i mean yes, for sure you are a city person,you once tried to help him milk a cow. It went terribly. You screamed, the cow mooed, and Pierre laughed so hard he had to lean against the barn door.
-After that, he started teaching you things quietly how to hold a hoe, how to feed the hens, how to recognize good crops. You never asked him to teach you he just started doing it, gruffly, with a tiny smile.
-He teases you sometimes "City hands," he says, shaking his head but then carefully wraps your palms in cloth if you get blisters.
-Every few days, you arrive with a box or basket bread, dried fruit, bits of cloth, candles, or nails. You always insist it's "nothing," but Pierre knows how much it means.
-He starts waiting for you pretending he's chopping wood when he's really looking down the road for your figure.
-His brothers start calling you "la fille du panier" (the basket girl). Pierre pretends to be annoyed, but the title secretly makes him smile.
- with time some Subtle affection start to grow it's slight and unnoticed but still you can sense it with the way his eye watches you not lust not love but caring and worry
-Pierre doesn't flirt he cares. He'll walk you halfway home "to make sure the road's safe." He'll fix the strap on your basket when it frays. He'll insist you take one of the farms eggs "for yourself," even though food's scarce.
-When you visit during rain? he gives you his coat and refuses to take it back until it's fully dry. It smells like woodsmoke and hay, and you keep it longer than you should.
Sometimes, when he's repairing something, he'll ask you to "hold it steady." His hands brush yours rough, warm, careful. He doesn't pull away fast. Neither do you.
-when war starts things get tension and hard go with And You know he"s hiding something when he starts disappearing at night. You never ask, but your eyes meet one morning mud on his boots, bruises under his eyes and he just says, "It's better you don't know."
Still, you leave extra food in your basket, 'just in case.' He understands. It becomes your secret exchange.
-Pierre isn't a man of words he expresses through acts. You bring supplies? he repairs your roof when no one's looking. You patch a rip in his sleeve? he leaves flowers from the fields at your doorstep.
There's no confession, not really. Just one moment when he touches your face gently after you trip, and the look in his eyes says everything.
If you ever scold him for risking himself, he smiles softly "Can't stop now. Someone has to keep you bringing those baskets, non?"
-After liberation, you keep visiting. The basket becomes symbolic now filled with hope, not necessity.
Pierre finally smiles easily again. He jokes that you've "ruined his peace" with your visits, but he never means it.
Eventually, one of your visits ends differently he takes your wrist, pulls you closer, and says quietly:
"You've been helping everyone for so long. Maybe let someone take care of you, for once."
Can i request a toxic ex boyfriend Pierre Gasly, he doesn't believe and he doesn't accept you already broke up because according to him he didn't agree so it doesn't count 🫶
Doesn’t count|| P.G
Dark toxic Pierre gasly x ex reader
Warnings— toxic behaviour, dark Pierre, gaslighting, toxic Pierre, delusional Pierre ( he needs to go to a mental hospital )
Summary: you thought breaking up with your toxic boyfriend would make you happy but Pierre refuses to believe that you have broken up with him, besides he has to agree for the relationship to be broken.
“ hi baby, i missed you” Pierre smiles charmingly at you as he leaned on your new apartment door. You looked at him expressionless.
You guys broke up, well you broke up with him a couple weeks again but Pierre just won’t let go.
He thinks and act like you two are still together, hell he always comments on your page calling you the sweet pet names and making everyone think your both still together.
“ Pierre for the millionth time, we broke up, so stop acting like we are still together, I’m not your baby anymore” you snapped.
He scoffed, “ no we didn’t, I don’t agree so technically we are still together”.
You looked at him like he was insane, you laughed, “ are you fucking serious?! That’s not how a relationship works Pierre”.
Pierre smiles innocently, “ do me it does”.
“ go to a fucking therapist” you swore at him, snarling when he pushed inside your apartment, walking around like he lives here to.
He beamed at you, “ that’s perfect Bebe! We can do couple therapy, got that nonsense of yours out wanting to break up”.
You scoffed at him and then sighed exhausted, “ Pierre, this relationship? Is over, has been for a while, I don’t have feelings for you anymore” you softly explained.
Pierre face goes blank, than he laughed like you said a funny joke, “ funny baby, now let’s watch a movie” he pats the spot next to him.
You sighed mentally and psychically exhausted cause of him.
You sit far away from him but he comes up to you and puts his arm around you.
⋆ he still texts you after every race. ⋆
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⋆ ex ! reader x Pierre Gasly ⋆
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⋆ my or may not be sparked by my recent break up...but hes broke and im up!! // written in his pov // TEXTS ⋆
Summary: You decide to leave your boyfriend at home with your little girl and they had a little adventure.
Warning: none. Dedicated to @martaaairwin1994-blog
a/n: this is like a part 2 of "family cuddles" I hope u like it <3
It was a sunny afternoon and you decide to go buy some things for the house and some things that both you and little Lucille need.
“I can go with you bebé?” Pierre asks behind you.
You deny. “Obviously not, silly... Also, who is going to stay with Lulu?”
When you go out alone to shop or do anything you always take Lucille with you, the times you leave her with Pierre have not been so... encouraging, let's put it that way.
One time they almost burned down the kitchen making cookies, or one time he fell asleep and left Lulu on her own. In the same way, you had to give even a vote of confidence to your boyfriend, maybe he is a little bit clueless, but that doesn't mean he does it on purpose.
“It's okay honey, I'll take care of her, I promise!” He says and you give him a kiss on the cheek.
“Good boy!” you giggle and you head out of the room.
“Mama!” Lucille says hugging you.
“My little flower! You're going to stay with papa today, is that right?” you said while giving her a little kiss on her cheek. “He's going to take good care of you today!”
She nods happily and smiled. “Okay mama!”
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“Well little princess, what do you want to do today with papa?” Pierre asks Lulu. “We can do what you like.”
“Paints papa!” She says between giggles.
“Oh, so you want to paint with papa? Let's get to it then!” He says as he carries her in his arms and goes to look for the materials for their colorful adventure in one of the closets.
After a while they had paints, brushes and canvases for their painting.
“Bright! Bright!” says Lucille jumping while pointing at the bright pink color.
Pierre chuckles. “Do you like bright pink? What do you plan to paint today mon petit artiste?” He says while smiling. (my little artist.)
She starts making strokes on the canvas. “Draw!” smiled.
After a while, what started with simple strokes on the canvas continued with clothes and hands stained with paint. But they didn't care because they were both laughing out loud and having lots of fun, it was a nice moment between father and daughter that they will both always remember.
They are not aware of your arrival at the house, you enter the hallway, laden with shopping bags. You kick the door shut with your foot and head towards the living room, a wry smile on your face.
In the living room, chaos reigns... Paint splatters adorn the coffee table, the floor, and most alarmingly, the pristine white wall, in the center of it all, sits Pierre his face a canvas of vibrant colors, a look of pure joy on it. Lucille sits next to him, similarly decorated and equally delighted.
You take a moment to take in the scene, a rollercoaster of emotions flitting across your face - exasperation, amusement, and a touch of awe.
Feigning exasperation. “Oh my god Pierre, what have you done?”
Pierre looks up, a sheepish grin spreading across his paint-streaked face. Lucille lets out a gleeful squeal.
“Surprise amour! We were... expressing ourselves artistically.” He says with his voice thick with paint.
You walk towards them, placing the bags down. “Looks more like a warzone to me.”
Lucille reaches out for you, her tiny hand covered in a rainbow of colors.
“Papa! Paint!” Lucille giggles.
“Woah there, little Picasso. Let's get you cleaned up before mommy has a meltdown, alright?” you scoop her up.
Pierre chuckles, wiping a hand (mostly clean) across his forehead.
“Meltdown? That's a bit dramatic, don't you think love?”
”But look around you, Mr. artsy pants. This is gonna take some scrubbing!” You say raising an eyebrow.
“Hey, it was her idea! I was just, uh, facilitating her artistic vision, you know, that helps with kids creativity.” He stands up.
“Ah yes, the renowned Gasly School of Modern Toddler Art. I should've known.” You say sarcastically.
Despite your teasing words, there's a warmth in your voice. You glance at Lucille, who's now giggling uncontrollably.
“Alright, alright. I admit, it does look like you two had a lot of fun.” You say with a soft voice.
“We always do when you're not around to boss us around.” He says as he puts his arm around you.
“Hey! I'm not a boss, I just keep things from descending into complete chaos you know?” you playfully swat his arm.
“Seems like you failed today, love.” he smiles.
“Oh, shut up you colourful boy.” you laugh a little.
You lean in and kiss Pierre, a hint of paint transferring to your lips. He pulls away, grinning.
“So, how about we clean up this little art project and order some takeout? Celebrate our success in the realm of abstract expressionism?” He says in a soft voice.
”Sounds like a plan. Just promise me finger paints are off-limits next time, alright?” You smile at his proposal.
“No promises, but I'll try my best chérie.” He hold his hands up in mock surrender.
Lucille lets out another gurgle, her eyes sparkling with mischief. You can't help but laugh, knowing that with these two around, a little chaos is always guaranteed in your life.
~ Pierre Gasly
~ 7 feb 1996
~ French
~ Alpine F1 Driver
~ #10
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♡ Sinful : Oscar is entering his second year of Mechanical Science at Hilton University. He juggles his studies with a part-time job in a garage. His main aim is to pass his exams and certainly not to experiment with love. Well, more like several love affairs.
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[NOTE: There will be three of these, but first is Pierre. It's up in the air on if you're the farmer or not, I like to try and keep these vague so everyone can attach themselves to these. But I know if you keep it too vague it can feel like there was little effort put into it at all. So, in this series of headcanons I like to present various relationship scenarios.
I may do other scenarios from varying perspectives in the future. Bullet lists of headcanons seem like good filler while I scheme up my fanfictions which I hope I may continue to produce despite my rampant depression and perfectionism.
I hope anyone who reads this enjoys! I always take constructive criticism and accept requests.]
CW: I can't say there's anything really of concern with this. Maybe some mentions or hints at trauma and depression, regret, divorce grief, and some borderline possessive behavior mentions.
CONTENT BELOW THE CUT FOR CONVENIENCE!
How it started:
💵 He'd be past his prime to say the least when he'd get around to meeting you.
💵 His wife has divorced him and he was like any other sad divorced dad whose daughter moved away to hardly, if ever, be seen again.
💵 But when you'd stopped in his little store for essentials, he couldn't seem to get that first interaction off his mind.
💵 He'd stay up late thinking about it and replaying the way you smiled at him, made that little joke, and how vivid his emotions felt watching you walk out with his goods in your hands.
💵 He knew from that very first moment he wanted to feel that way again.
How the connection formed:
🍂 Initial feelings aside, he would find you frequenting his store. He would knowingly read too much into every chat you two had.
🍂 He'd start to blush without meaning to when fumbling over his words.
🍂 He'd crack the worst dad jokes imaginable and still somehow manage to make you laugh along to them.
🍂 And if he wasn't mistaken, you'd felt the same way judging by those rosy cheeks and bashful smile whenever he'd stare a little too long at you (admiring your beauty)
🍂 It was impossible to deny that he had at least one loyal customer in the whole town of traitors and that was you.
🍂 He'd be remissed to not take the opportunity to ask you on a date.
🍂 Only he never managed that as one night it seemed Yoba himself had played you right into his hands.
How it went:
🍻 You had visited the local Saloon on a random Friday night when you were too tired to cook for yourself.
🍻 You were nervous going out to eat alone but when you'd seen that familiar, warm smile on Pierre's face you immediately rushed over to say hello.
🍻 You asked if you could take a seat with him since he looked to be alone too and he eagerly insisted you do.
🍻 Sitting next to him, he put your first drink of the night on his tab, and subsequently without telling you out your entire bill on his.
🍻 You two would get caught up in conversation after conversation, hardly taking notice to the wood in the fireplace slowly smoldering to black char and the occupants of the Saloon disappear one by one back to their homes.
🍻 You were completely blind to the world around you two as for once in way too long you found a companionship in simply sitting and talking with one another.
🍻 It was nice, refreshing to hear about his struggles and what he did to relax now as a late life bachelor. And he enjoyed listening to everything you had to say too, hanging onto every word.
🍻 It was this night that established you two as an unspoken, but official, couple.
Their shows of affection:
🧡 Pierre is a little old fashion in his ways. Even if you can get him to admit it, the only emotions he feels he's allowed to show are happiness or anger.
🧡 It's the curse of being a man of his age.
🧡 So at first he shows his affection by making cracks at the qualities he secretly adores about you.
🧡 From quirks to your interests, he'll tease you about it relentlessly.
🧡 Although you know it's how he shows his love by wanting an excuse to rile you up or just get attention from you, it's okay if you don't like it.
🧡 And although he acts butthurt at first, if you simply bring it up to him he will stop.
🧡 He's a little touchy, but not overly.
🧡 He'll insist in public when talking to the townies that he keeps an arm around you whether at your waist or over your shoulders.
🧡 His most common stance will be leaning toward you, arm around your shoulders, with a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
🧡 He can be protective, sometimes a little too defensive, but he means well. Everyone knows he might be a little traumatized from the divorce (even if he did do it to himself) He's scared of losing you because of how happy and fulfilled you make him feel in his life.
🧡 He won't stop you from hanging out with friends, no matter their gender, but he will get upset if you use it as an excuse to dip out on helping him around his store. (It never gets past some teasing, guilt tripping comments which he lays the sarcasm on so thick you'd be stupid to think he was that upset.)
🧡 He's honestly just happy to have found someone who loves him the way you do.
🧡 And overtime? He does break that little curse of his. He eventually breaks down and admits how grateful he is for you.
Their downfalls:
⚠️ As stated previously, he is a little possessive or protective but not so much it's damaging to the relationship.
⚠️ He's old enough to know when enough is enough.
⚠️ But that won't stop him from acting like the human equivalent of a guard dog when you two are together.
⚠️ He'll insist on knowing where you're going when you go out without him.
⚠️ He does act rather childish at times, between the teasing and pouting, those are his two greatest flaws.
⚠️ He is also a little scarred from his divorce.
⚠️ He knows it was mostly his fault but he still won't admit it.
⚠️ He will often be up late at night wondering when it all started to go wrong and when he should have tried to do better by his now ex wife.
⚠️ He needs therapy but won't seek it (he thinks it’s fine, he's not)
⚠️ Pierre tends to focus on his shop a little too much and tries to price gouge to this day but nothing a little lecturing won't fix.
⚠️ He will use your body heat in bed to warm his cold feet.
⚠️ Sometimes, rarely, to this day, will still try to impose old gender roles before you scold him and he relents over his own ignorance (he gets better overtime)
⚠️ *cough cough* Beta cuck *cough cough*
Their upsides:
✅ In short, he is loyal, albeit dense when it comes to showing affection in the ways you may enjoy at times
✅ Though he'd never dream of it before the divorce, he will close up shop on a day other than Wednesday just to spend time with you if he feels he's starting to neglect you
✅ He won't hesitate to fist fight anyone who insults you or your relationship in any fashion
✅ He will pick the most gorgeous of bouquets from the suppliers catalogs not to sell, but to give to you
✅ He enjoys cooking you meals, it's one of the sure-fire ways he knows how to show his love for you
✅ And he is admittedly a great cook
✅ He'll even experiment with brewing so he can cater to your palette if you do drink alcoholic beverages
✅ He is not afraid of PDA as long as it's not tongue kissing in front of the whole town
✅ He will often swoop down and steal a kiss from you while on walks through town
✅ That man will make sure you know what a catch you are
✅ You will never have to lift a finger when it comes to manual labor so long as he's around (he enjoys showing off what strength he still has as an ex-boxer) This has, as a note, resulted in him pulling several muscles, which he insists he's fine after doing so. He is not, get that man an epsom salt bath.
Domestic Life:
🏠 Piecing together everything stated previously, plus a little more...
🏠 Domestic life is pretty normal
🏠 Pierre works the days in his shops
🏠 He's trusted with most dinners
🏠 You tend to make/get him lunches and bring them downstairs to the shop for him
🏠 Whoever is up first makes coffee and breakfast (unless you or him care to make breakfast for you both) tends to be a free-for-all
🏠 He buys you gifts and flowers for special occasions and special occasions only (he's still a little stingy with those things)
🏠 There is always some dessert in the kitchen for you two to share
🏠 It helps to have something sweet other than you to look forward to at the end of another hard day in the shop
🏠 You help out in his shop when you have time
🏠 He rarely tries to sell things on special holidays and festivals without clearing it with you first, now seeing the value in quality time
🏠 At night, you two sit at the couch in the living room and watch TV together
🏠 It's a humble life, all around, but comfortable and cozy
🏠 He still has his moments
🏠 There are times you need to comfort or console him for his mistakes in his last marriage and even his failed role as a father
🏠 And slowly you are warming him up to the idea of therapy
🏠 But other than that, he makes for a surprisingly good husband now
