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[jeonstellate]

Hi! I love your writings..can I request something where his daughter is super shy and always clings to his leg when they’re at the paddock? The drivers try to say hi to her but she just hides behind Charles every time. Then suddenly, she starts talking to Kimi out of nowhere and everyone’s like “wait… she talks???” 🥹

fire and water for your love

charles observes the chaos brought forth by his daughter [first name]’s presence at the paddock.

★ᝰ charles leclerc x toddler!daughter!reader

★ᝰ no warnings available — fluff(?), slight crack(?)

★ᝰ paragraph format — 2.3K words

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★ᝰ title’s from one direction’s through the dark. all the french, spanish, & italian in this are from google.

★ᝰ thank you sm for waiting! this ran a little longer than i expected, but i hope you enjoy my take of your idea nonetheless :]

[First name] may be the light of the Leclercs’ lives, but she is also very particular on who she welcomes into her exclusive circle. Not even her own godfather Pierre—who has been in her life since she was born—has won an invitation.

Her father, Charles, never forces her to broaden her circle. Instead, he subtly creates opportunities for her to do so, like her occasionally bringing her to grand prix events. Her attendance today is one of those days.

Charles watches her with a fond smile, one hand wrapped around her small one. Her other hand is clutched to her beloved black dragon plush. She says nothing as they walk down the paddock, but her unvoiced fascination is obvious in the way her head swivels, eyes wide and taking in everything around her.

"There’s my favorite Leclerc!" Pierre appears seemingly out of nowhere, brighter and peppier than usual.

On cue, [First name]’s grip tightens, and she shrinks behind Charles’s leg, hiding as much of herself as she can while peaking just enough to keep the newcomer in sight. He gives her hand a gentle squeeze, a wordless gesture of comfort.

He matches Pierre’s playful energy, "I knew you love me!"

His best friend pays him no mind and squats in front of [First name] with a wide grin. "Bonjour, [First name]!"

In lieu of a verbal "hello," she simply moves one of her dragon’s front paws in a silent wave.

Charles doesn’t dwell on [First name]’s bashfulness. A big part of him finds it incredibly endearing that his daughter trusts him to be her safe harbor and shield. Another part finds it equally amusing to watch her pseudo-uncles—the other drivers—try and fail to win her over.

"Still not talking to me, huh, chérie?" Pierre notes, poking her cheek gently. "That’s okay. Tonton loves you still."

He then opens his arms for a hug, hopeful. There have been rare, miraculous times she has accepted that request, and he has been taking his chances for another miracle ever since. Alas, he isn’t destined to find out if today’s one of those days.

"[First name]!" A new voice chimes in. "You’re here today!" It’s Lando, laughing as he practically jogs towards them.

Behind him, Alex follows at a more relaxed pace. "Baby Leclerc!"

Pierre sighs, recognizing his chance to earn her attention for the day officially gone.

"What am I, chopped liver?" Charles asks, feigning a huff. His heart, however, melts at all the attention his daughter is getting.

"Don’t take it to heart," George says, joining their rapidly growing crowd. "We just saw your ugly mug yesterday."

His gasp of offense is audibly, comically real. No one bothers to comment, as their undivided attention is rightly directed at the three-and-a-half behind him.

In contrast to everyone else who has greeted her thus far, Oscar makes no grand commotion. He simply squats quietly near [First name]. "Heya, kiddo," he greets softly, holding up an open palm for a high five.

Wordlessly, [First name] obliges, moving her plush’s paw to touch his hand. A tiny, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips before she shrinks further behind her father’s leg. She lets go of his hand in favor of holding onto his leg.

It’s a small victory, but it doesn't go unnoticed. The crowd, starving for any ounce of her attention, collectively perks up.

"I want a high-five, too!" Yuki exclaims.

"Can I get a ‘hello,’ cariño?" Fernando asks.

"How about a fist bump?" Gabriel wonders.

"I just want to hear her say anything," Esteban voices everyone’s thoughts. "A ‘tonton’ would be nice, though."

Charles feels her small hand tighten into a death grip on his leg, and makes the call. "Alright, everyone. Don't overwhelm my baby." He lifts [First name] into his arms, and she immediately latches onto his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. "I'll catch you guys later."

He hears a quick, collective sound of disappointment behind him, which is ultimately replaced by a lively farewell. "Bye-bye, [First name]!"

Once they’re far enough away, [First name] finally finds her voice. "Tonton loud," she whispers into his neck.

"They are, aren’t they?" He chuckles softly. He soothes her back with gentle strokes. "Did they scare you?"

"Non," she admits, shaking her head against his shoulder. "Papa here. No scared."

Charles holds her tighter with a kiss, and [First name] sighs in contentment as the world outside their bubble fades away.

Charles knows better than to think the earlier ambush for her attention would be the last for today. After all, it isn’t his first time bringing his three-and-a-half-year-old daughter to the paddock.

As such, he also has no doubt that while everyone from earlier carried their chaos into the group chat—

NOR: How did you get [First name] to smile at you??? @/PIA GAS: @/PIA ALB: @/PIA PIA: Stop pinging me TSU: Teach us your ways ಥ‿ಥ LAW: Don’t gatekeep PIA: She just likes me because I’m her “brother” RUS: That’s so last season COL: I call bull BOR: Did you make a contract with the devil?

—the rest are quietly strategizing to maximize their chances to win [First name] over.

To dissuade anyone from immediately setting their plans in motion, Charles takes his daughter with him to the team meeting. She’s a quiet additional presence, content on his lap with her dragon plush and her own headset. No one on the team minds her being there.

His race engineer Bryan even joins the others in saying "hi" and patting her head.

(They have done it frequently enough for [First name] to eventually mimic it with her plush—patting its head before nodding sagely to herself.)

However, his teammate Lewis seems to have taken the lead. He has taught [First name] how to fist bump with a slight flair, and she has laughed in amusement. Not only that, but she has promptly initiated for a second one as well.

For a group deeply interested in winning her over and one-upping each other, this is truly a monumental feat; something that needs to be bragged about.

"Wait ‘til they hear about this!" Lewis celebrates, heading to his seat with his phone in hand.

Unfortunately, braggable as it may be, it’s also a seemingly impossible accomplishment to believe. The others’ egos and jealousy strongly prevent them from accepting the new feat they’ll need to beat without any proof.

Fortunately, Ferrari’s social media admin has apparently caught the moment on camera. Yet, still, he and Lewis unanimously vote to keep the evidence within the team for the time being: Charles wants to delay the inevitably more intense efforts, Lewis wants to relish his triumph and their denial.

Truthfully, Charles is the least surprised to hear [First name] laugh while in the paddock. He has faith that his efforts to help her expand her exclusive circle is effective; it’s just a matter of when [First name] feels ready. And, apparently, today is the start of it all.

Now, he’s just anticipating if anyone today will succeed in making her talk to them.

Thirty minutes after meeting, and five minutes after [First name] comfortably settles onto a custom-made Ferrari high chair, Carlos appears in the Ferrari motorhome with an unopened pack of snack.

"Cariño, you hungry?" Like Pierre had earlier in the day, his presence interrupts [First name]’s serene before she can even fully appreciate her new surroundings. "I brought you your favorite."

[First name]’s eyes widen, curious and expectant, as they follow the snack Carlos hands over to Charles.

Charles can’t help but laugh. "This is why you asked me what [First name] likes to eat?"

Bribes are hardly surprising—especially with how effective they are with children—but they don’t always work on his daughter. Still, out of everyone competing for her attention, he never imagined the first one to go that route would be his former teammate, who is also the second paddock uncle she has met after her godfather.

"Of course," Carlos confirms with utmost confidence. He gives [First name]’s cheek a light pinch, which she ignores—her eyes still on the snack. "I won’t be losing to Oscar."

Charles carefully opens the packaging and hands her a piece. She immediately puts it in her mouth. "You mean Lewis. He made her laugh."

"I mean," his friend starts, watching as she asks for another piece with puppy eyes and her palm up, "she seems pretty happy right now. Aren’t you, cariño?"

[First name] answers by offering him a piece. She stretches her arm up high, akin to trying to reach the stars, and opens her mouth as if beckoning him to copy her.

Carlos kneels like a knight in front of her, and accepts her offering like someone who just swore his loyalty. "Thank you, [First name]. You’re very kind."

Charles, who has been reigning in his laughter at the theatrics, completely loses it when his daughter flashes a gummy smile before offering him another piece.

"I believe this crowns me as the favorite," Carlos triumphantly announces. He opts not to dignify it.

Charles, as much as he expects nothing, certainly didn’t expect to return to his Ferrari garage and find his daughter comfortably perched on Kimi’s lap.

He feels like he missed a lifetime in the twenty-five minutes he spent outside his garage. How—?

"Tonton Max a donné la sella à Toothless! Toothless non può volare sans la sella!" ["Tonton Maxie gave the saddle to Toothless! Toothless can’t fly without the saddle!"] Her animated hybrid of French and Italian freezes him—and the crowd that decidedly followed him in—in his tracks.

[First name] is talking to someone whose surname isn’t Leclerc in the paddock. Finally.

"That’s awesome, [First name]," Kimi comments, his tone just as animated. Judging by the easy back-and-forth, they seem to be conversing for a long while now. Yet, Charles knows that can’t actually be the case. It simply couldn't have been. He just left her a short while ago, quiet and clinging to his leg. "Sono sicura che Max sarà contentissimo di sapere che ti è piaciuto tanto il suo regalo!" ["I'm sure Max will be super happy to know you liked his gift so much!"]

Still, a part of him is inclined to think otherwise.

She hums in noncommittal agreement. "Papa put la sella on Toothless," ["Papa put the saddle on Toothless,"] she continues, her words a mix of English and Italian. "Poi Ollie un test drive!" ["Then Ollie (did) a test drive!"]

Charles has a lot of questions but he holds off, choosing to bask in [First name]’s newest milestone.

But, alas, the crowd behind him can only delay for so long. "She talks?!" Liam’s voice rings out, followed by a chorus of murmurs. They’re audibly—and visibly—flabbergasted.

Kimi stands up in surprise, carrying [First name] with the ease of a seasoned older brother. "Guys!" His face lights up when his eyes lands on Charles. He gently coaxes the toddler out of hiding on his shoulder. "[First name], your Papa’s here."

Like a magic charm, she immediately moves to find him, her face brightening just like Kimi did. He might’ve traveled around the world and seen countless of breathtaking scenery, but this—his daughter lightening up when she sees him—is still one of the best sights he’s seen by far.

"Hello, ma chérie," Charles greets as he relieves her from Kimi’s hold, planting a kiss on her cheek. "You had fun with Kimi?"

[First name] nods eagerly, burying her face into the crook of his neck for a moment before looking back at Kimi.

"[First name]’s been a great company," Kimi politely corroborates. "She has a lot to say."

Charles chuckles, shifting his daughter to a more comfortable position on his hip. "She usually reserves the paddock debrief until she’s off the property and sure no one else can hear."

Pierre chooses that second to whine, his voice thick with a mock-sulk. He joins Charles, placing himself directly in front of [First name]’s line of sight. "Chérie, your godfather wants to hear your debriefs, too."

[First name] just looks at him, her expression a perfect mix of solemnity and disinterest, unmoved.

A small snicker ripples through the crowd.

Max plows forward before anyone can laugh too long at Pierre’s misfortune. "I believe I just won our little bet."

"Wait— No— How—?" A chorus of confused protests erupts.

"We heard [First name] say my name first."

"That’s not exactly the bet, though, is it?" Nico counters. "[First name]’s supposed to be saying your name to you." He gestures between Max and the toddler.

Honestly, Charles is lost. He’s not sure if he already knows about this bet and just forgot, or if he never knew in the first place. He suspects the latter. Either way, as entertaining as it is, he needs them to zip it now before they scare his daughter with all their inevitably raised voices.

"[First name] clearly picks Kimi as the winner," he points out, subtly moving one shoulder as if to gesture see? without actually saying it.

He watches as the crowd takes note of how [First name] has shifted to his other side to be closer to Kimi, her tiny fingers reaching out to lightly touch his sleeve. A perpetual, innocent smile seems to have etched itself onto her face as she gazes up at him.

"Kimi’s not even part of the bet—" Lance starts.

"[First name], who’s this?" Charles tries to put a definitive end to it, pointing to the younger Mercedes driver.

Much to the rest’s heartbreak and resulting cuteness aggression, [First name]’s response comes with a delighted squeal, her eyes still on Kimi. "Kimi!"

Charles sees Ollie in his peripheral vision, dramatically clutching his chest and leaning on Esteban for support. "God, she sounds so cute. My heart can’t take this."

Isack does something similarly dramatic, wiping a nonexistent tear from his eye. "Kimi is the chosen one."

As does Franco, who sighs theatrically. "I wanted to be the chosen one."

Charles considers the relative silence of their collective heartbreak a win. [First name] is thriving and undisturbed as she plays with Kimi while still in his arms. She’s content and happy, as far as he can tell.

But, alas— "We can still fight for second!" Lando declares, instantly reigniting the rivalry.

Charles can only sigh.

[jeonstellate]

divine thing

you and max defy stereotypes while simultaneously proving them right.

★ᝰ max verstappen x gender neutral!reader

★ᝰ demigod!au, greek mythology-inspired!au, percy jackson-inspired!au

★ᝰ paragraph format — 1.1K words

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★ᝰ title from fly by midnight’s divine thing!

★ᝰ inspo tmi: took this percy jackson quiz to find out my greek godly parent && got hephaestus. can’t say i expected it since i had no expectations, but i was so amazed ‘cause it makes so much sense?? i wanted to commemorate it somehow, so i opened a new doc, lol.

In the grand scheme of the Fates, you and Max are each other’s antitheses.

You, a child of Hephaestus—god of meticulous craftsmanship; a personification of creation, artistry, and the painstaking effort to mend what’s broken.

Max, a son of Ares—god of violently untamed war; a personification of brutality, wrath, and the inevitable destruction that follows.

One forges masterpieces; the other revels in ruins. You’re never supposed to be together.

And, yet, sometimes, the greatest art emerges from what remains.

You find it incomprehensible: A child of Poseidon shouldn't drown. A child of Zeus shouldn't be struck by lightning. And a child of Hephaestus—a sibling—should certainly not be consumed by fire.

But there you stand: Ready to offer yourself to the flames, all in the name of no longer being a disappointing child of Hephaestus.

For a month, nothing of value has come from your hands, while your paternal siblings churn out project after project. Sebastian, for instance, is literally about to christen his fourth masterwork this month.

Perhaps, once engulfed by fire, you'll finally have worth—if not to warm your thriving siblings, then at least to others. Perhaps then you’ll finally bring some honor to your name. Maybe this will grant you a place in the Fields of Asphodel, if not the Elysian Fields—anything, really, but Tartarus.

Your workstation is a physical manifestation of your internal chaos. Scrapped projects litter every corner, and not a soul knows what they’re supposed to be—not even you. It’s a graveyard, essentially, of your mistakes, failures, and regrets.

You just need one paragon, and you can finally—hopefully—escape the fiery pit of a slump. But, alas, every new project you start never lives up to your expectations.

And you can already tell this new one is not any better.

Max strides into the Forge with the kind of arrogance only children of Ares pull off. His presence doesn’t immediately command the room like the children of Zeus, but it still has a certain je ne sais quoi that claims ownership of wherever he walks into.

Had he been any other child of Ares, he would’ve been barred from entering the children of Hephaestus’ sacred fortress. But Max has proven he is of fire like the rest of them, with his passion—and affection for you—burning as bright as the Forge.

"[First name]." He stops in front of your workstation. "Can I have—" he pauses to look around— "that?"

He utters no real greeting. You don’t point it out, nor do you mind. You’ve known each other long enough to not be bothered by such trivial matters. Besides, it’s part of who Max is as a son of Ares: Always brutal, straight to the point.

You follow where he gestured with your head and see an arrow made of celestial bronze. You return your attention to Max, one eyebrow raised. "If you wanted an arrow, you could’ve just taken one from the Armory."

Max merely shrugs. "Yeah, well, I wanted the one you made." He takes the arrow in question to inspect in closer, not bothering to ask for permission. "So what does it do?"

You scoff lightly, somehow finding humor in his actions. "I think, that’s the one that’s supposed to be a hand gesture-controlled weapon? Like, whoever’s wearing the partner ring is supposed to be able to control the arrow with their hand . . . or something. I don’t really remember."

"Cool," he nods slowly with an impressed hum. "Where’s the ring?"

"I never made it."

"What? Why?"

You look down, suddenly losing the strength to meet his eyes. "I realized halfway no one would want a controllable arrow when there are much better weapons out there."

"You can’t know that for sure," your boyfriend counters without missing a beat. "This can literally be someone’s dream weapon and you just didn’t know."

You are understandably unconvinced. "That’s a shit dream weapon."

"And they say I’m the bad one in this relationship," he shakes his head in mock disbelief. "You can’t shit on people’s dreams. That’s rude."

It’s your turn to shake your head. You continue tinkering with your newest failed project almost unconsciously and without real reason for every movement. "You know it’s true."

In lieu of replying, Max merely holds up the celestial bronze arrow higher and lets it catch more light. It glistens under the new angle, manifesting the promise of danger it conceals. "Not everyone fights like us. There are kids out there who prefer a longer range; for their weapon to be an extension of them, not just of their arm. This— this can give them that."

You recognize his point. A demigod’s choice for personal long-range weapons is limited to bow and arrow, longbow, and crossbow. Short-range weapons have a little more variety: sword, dagger, knife, spear, escrima sticks, scimitar, scythe. Another addition to the limited options wouldn’t hurt.

But to be the one to add to that collection? You’re not the right person for that. Especially not now, and maybe even never. You’re not worthy.

The sigh you let out a moment after is heavy with the unsaid. "I don’t know, Max."

Max takes one last look at the arrow before lifting your head to meet his eyes. Despite the slight delay, he moves and talks with no hesitation. "It just needs to exist, lieve. It’s the wielder who takes it to greater heights." He then flashes an encouraging smile. "Finish it. For me."

You and Max are never supposed to be together. You’re supposed to be like oil and water. You’re on opposite ends of the spectrum—you create, he destroys.

And, yet, your polarity is also why you two work well together. You balance each other. You ground each other—you consider, he charges; you feel, he fights.

You help each other see another side to manifest a bigger picture. Above all, you give each other a reason: To craft, to come back alive.

For the first time in weeks, the Forge feels like home again; your father’s symbol that appeared over you then carries no weight. "You want me to make you a ring?"

Your boyfriend’s smile widens. "Style it like a wedding ring with our initials."

You chuckle, ignoring the sudden heat on your face. "Better pray none of my siblings heard that."

"The ‘F’ in ‘Forge’ stands for ‘no flirting’!" You both hear one of your siblings comment from somewhere in the room before he can respond.

Your shared laughter rings.

("Forge it tomorrow," Max replies after you try to shoo him away so you can concentrate. "Daniel wants us to attend the party the Apollo cabin is throwing for the new kid."

You halt your actions, understandably intrigued. "New kid’s been claimed?"

To your surprise, his response starts with a "no." "He’s manifesting siblinghood because new kid’s apparently also from Australia."

"That’s a jinx waiting to happen."

"I know. It’ll be great.")

★ᝰ tmi, part 2: out of all the fandoms i write for, max is literally the only one that i can see pass as a son of ares?? or at least to the degree i’m looking for. but lowk, if not ares, i feel like he’d be great as a son of athena, too. he seems very knowledgeable to me.

★ᝰ tmi, part 3: i completely forgot about the whole hephaestus-aphrodite-ares drama while writing, so i didn’t get to incorporate it </3 so all i can say with that in mind now is this max and yn definitely started as enemies :D

[jeonstellate]

does fantastic four (2025) being set in 1960s imply their universe is “behind” mcu’s prime universe or that there will be a major time skip for them in avengers: doomsday?

[jeonstellate]

my family's one question after watching the fantastic four: first steps (2025): what did they put as franklin richards' place of birth in his birth certificate?

("did they put 'outer space'?")

[jeonstellate]

Hi! I love your writing—can I request a fluffy fic where Max lets his daughter do his makeup with a glitter kit, thinking it’s harmless fun, but forgets to take it off before a Red Bull meeting? Now Horner bans glitter in the paddock, so Max gets her a bigger set the next week out of spite. Bonus if she starts giving out sparkly “awards” to the drivers 😭

make the whole place shimmer

max indulges his daughter [first name]’s new obsession with glitter.

★ᝰ max verstappen x toddler!daughter!reader

★ᝰ no warnings available, unless christian horner should come with one — fluff(?)

★ᝰ paragraph format — 1.3K words

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[pic’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

★ᝰ title from taylor swift’s bejeweled. all the dutch in this are from google!

★ᝰ thank you sm for this request! this is actually the first request i’ve ever done, surprisingly enough, so i hope i did your idea some justice <3

[First name] Emilian Verstappen is Max Emilian Verstappen’s only child. Perhaps that’s too early to say with such finality, but that’s the reality they’re living in—and thus shall be the truth he wholeheartedly embraces.

Being an only child doesn’t come with a built-in playmate like twins do, or the constant companionship that comes with having a sibling. Max, being the oldest of two for far longer than he could actually remember, didn’t fully grasp the striking difference a sibling makes until his little [First name] reached her current age.

"Wat gaan we vandaag spelen?" ["What are we going to play today?"] As a father who's rarely home because of work, he's keenly aware he could just let the other children at daycare and her cousins develop her cooperative play skills. However, he also knows she’s not someone else’s responsibility—especially during the precious moments he is actually home.

Thus, there he is now: at the mercy of his four-year-old hours before his scheduled team meeting. "Papa, zit." ["Papa, sit."]

He obliges, sitting on the floor spot she pointed at. Despite not being home as often as he’d like to care for [First name], he still has the fatherly instincts to anticipate and assist. "Zullen we de tafel erbij pakken voor het theekransje?" ["Shall we get the table for the tea party?"]

Unfortunately, it seems he guessed their upcoming game wrong. "Nee, geen theekransje." ["No, no tea party."] His daughter shakes her head in denial. "Papa makeup!"

Max’s shock keeps him appropriately silent. He eyes the makeup toy set he distinctly remembers being wrapped in colorful gift wrap with Daniel’s name on it. He especially remembers the proud advertisement on its box about glitter.

Because, of course, only someone who's never had to clean glitter would gift a kid glitter. Checo, a true veteran of fatherhood, would most definitely never.

"Ga jij Papa mooi maken?" ["Are you going to make Papa pretty?"] He finally reacts verbally when his four-year-old settles comfortably on his lap. Despite his reservations, he makes no move to deter her from her mission. Rather, he tenderly keeps her in place.

"Ja! Net als een prinses!" ["Yes! Like a princess!"]

After all, he has every intention of embracing everything that comes with having a daughter.

Max enters the Red Bull meeting room with the poise of someone who missed their alarm and scrambled to make to their commitment on time. There’s little relief in witnessing people enter after him, as he sits down in the chair behind the plaque with his name.

"You look shiny today," Yuki comments, amusement obviously dancing in his eyes.

He acknowledges the compliment with a couple words of gratitude. "[First name] wanted to make me pretty, so," he punctuates his response with a shrug.

His teammate nods sagely, "[First name] did a great job."

Max relaxes even more into his chair. He had half-anticipated for everyone to be displeased with his makeover and give him a word or two about how he represents the team. Thankfully, their relative silence suggests otherwise—as he isn’t really in the mood to argue why he won’t erase his daughter’s handiwork in the name of ‘image.’

Besides Max arriving a little later than usual, the wait before the start of the team meeting proceeds like it always does. Some take note of his unusual look like Yuki did, but no one says anything with a negative undertone. PR even makes a video draft in good fun.

That is, until their boss appears by the door. "Why is there glitter everywhere?" They all watch as Christian walks in, finally completing their ensemble, and looks down at his hands. "Now, it’s on my hands."

No one answers, but all their attention gravitates towards Max. In another life, he might’ve felt a slight betrayal for everyone wordlessly selling him out. But, alas, the glitter clinging on his skin is doing all the work for them.

He owns sparkling under the fluorescent lights like a vampire from a cringy rom-fantasy movie with his head held high. He gives the fact that glitter is unknowingly falling off of him—coating whatever surface he walks on and touches mercilessly—no moment of thought.

"Alright, new rule: No glitter in the office. Or anywhere. Make sure everyone knows." Christian announces as he sits down in his chair at the head of long table. His visible irritation at the glitter on him manages to keep his attention off of Max—until he finally looks up. "Max! You’re the culprit!"

Max’s instinct is to correct; to point out that it’s technically [First name]. However, he doesn’t act accordingly. "I suppose so."

His boss seemingly takes in the nonchalance in his demeanor—scrutinizing him, almost. He doesn’t flinch. "I stand by my statement."

He almost laughs. It isn’t like he’ll let anyone tell him what to do. (Nor will [First name].) "I make no promises to abide."

Max really had no intention of showing up at the paddock like a low-budget copy of Edward Cullen, shimmering with glitter under the sun. Unfortunately, [First name] had other plans—and he isn’t really one to deprive his daughter of anything.

To top it off, [First name] just had to declare Daniel’s gift her favorite toy ever, despite the tens of other toys scattered around their home that he had given her. It was a serious blow to Max’s ego, fueling his fiery competitive spirit.

He countered by gifting [First name] a very glittery stationery set, complete with fifty glitter-inked pens and overly shimmery stickers.

Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he partnered it with customized Red Bull gear with their surname and his racing number all coated in glitter.

They were an instant hit.

"Oom Cha!" ["Uncle Cha!"] [First name] exclaims as soon as she spots Charles five feet away from where they had stopped. She quickly abandons him and her quest to retrieve the gifts for her paddock uncles and aunts from her backpack in favor of running towards her uncle.

The Ferrari driver catches her with no problem, even when she comes barreling at him like a bull. "There you are, little glitter princess! Came to support your Papa?"

"Uh-huh!" He hears his daughter reply proudly as he walks closer, her small backpack now on his shoulder. "Papa is the bestest! He gaved me glitter! See?"

Max has to hold back a laugh. Of course, he’s only the "bestest" in his toddler’s eyes because he gave her glittery things—not because he’s a four-time World Champion or anything.

"Very pretty," Charles comments on the matching glittery Red Bull cap and shirt that completed her outfit. "Very fitting for a glitter princess." She beams at that, satisfied.

Max chooses that second—after exchanging a quick nod of acknowledgment with his fellow driver—to remind [First name] of her gifts, before she completely forgets and talks Charles’ ears off about something else. "[Nickname], you wanna give your gift to Uncle Cha?"

"Oh! Ja!" ["Yes!"] [First name]’s reaction alone tells him he has made the right call to remind her. She immediately holds out her hand, "Papa, Oom Cha's cadeautje, alsjeblieft?" ["Papa, Uncle Cha’s gift, please?"]

He catches some of the excess glitter falling on the pavement as he hands the gift over. Belatedly, he realizes his daughter’s gifts will be the main reason glitter won’t just stay as a Red Bull issue—but the rest of the paddock’s as well.

"A gift?" Starting with Ferrari, it seems like, considering the amount that had just fallen onto Charles’ clothes. "For me?"

Maybe that’ll finally stop Christian from reminding him about the glitter ban he has been purposely ignoring this entire time.

"Uh-huh! I made one for Oom Lew, too! And Oom Yuki! And Oom Lala—"

Suffice to say, the paddock is a whole lot shinier by the time the weekend ends—and [First name] Verstappen can’t be more ecstatic.

(Max is simply happy that his daughter is leaving her mark in her own way—and that he’s now not the only one perpetually covered in glitter.)

[jeonstellate]

psa: for everyone who has already read my oscar smau dead-end streets, i added one more entry at the end that basically changed the ending to be more directly(?) pointed at one direction. feel free to check the new ending here :]

(this — changing a oneshot fic days after upload — is literally bad practice but unfortunately, i let my impulsiveness win.)

[jeonstellate]

thank you sm for giving love to happening! ♡

⟡ 𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝟐 ⟡

NONE OF THESE ARE WRITTEN BY ME

𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬 ☆ 𝐟𝟏 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬

— ᶠᴸᵁᶠᶠ ⟡

some kind of faith - @norrisradio

smooches - @castielthinkr

timezone - @theonottsbxtch

bruised and bandaged (tw: blood & violence) - @mrspiastri

stop pretending (^)

barista & her pastry - @oikarma

randomantic - @disneyprincemuke

(not so) secret moments in a crowded room - @p1astr81

sisters (^)

sidelines (^)

ferrari heiress (^)

it was obvious - @norristrii

cold coffee - @tsunodaradio

an act of pure defiance (^)

say it first (^)

this one's for you, babe (^)

clumsy - @16wolke11

drunked confessions - @starrvsn

every version of love - @lvrclerc

jealous much? - @littlefreakrry13

boyfriend headcannons - @clara-a7

bf moments - @jungwnies

as a boyfriend - @lovemomhatepolice

up all night - @wintfleur

moving in - @piastappies

jam biscuits - @mrspiastri

changed man - @no-144444

unexpected pet names - @queen-of-diamonds-xo

always been you - @sunsetcupid

gentle reassurance - @withering-daylight

new perfume (^)

heart rate - @farfromharry

a yes in the sand - @xoln04f1xo

behind closed doors - @rickybobbydan

— ᴬᴺᴳˢᵀ⟡

serious - @be4chywritez

please stay (tw: depression, attempted suicide) - @uglyducklingofthe2000s

no competition (^)

the power of words (^)

duty of the heart - @soleilpinto

attracted (tw: mentions of forced sex) - @p1astr81

hold on to me - @f1girliefics

right person wrong time - @jo-com

most assuredly - @tsunodaradio

i love every part of you - @obsessedhoneycomb

— ˢᴹᵁᵀ⟡

bite me, pretty boy - @honeybadgerlena

please, mark me - @bunny-jpeg

so pretty - @tsunodaradio

workout - @uglyducklingofthe2000s

breakfast of champions (^)

a different side (^)

perfect fit - @pucksandpower

melbourne summer - @clara-a7

cherry cola - @cherry-leclerc

professional yapper - @willowsnook

just a second - @dreamauri

my husband - @mrsfancyferrari

neck kisses (suggestive) - @be4chywritez

let him see - @sunbeamlessreads

off camera - @itsnesss

romantic chocolates - @leclerc-hs

sweet obsession - @formulafanfics13

the two week challenge (^)

all night to love you (^)

riding - @aliwritex

v cards goodbye - @vettelsvee

so close, so cruel - @dolcecherub

so good - @no-144444

earned it - @lvrspiastri

soft tissue therapy (suggestive) - @p1girlfriend

don't stand so close to me - @lovelytsunoda

— ˢᴼᶜᴵᴬᴸ ᴹᴱᴰᴵᴬ ⟡

pretty girl - @f1lovr

do i wanna know - @afterglowsainz

2 hands - @tsunomenom

extrovert - @hugleclerc

mrs. piastri (^)

romance isn't dead - @tsunodaradio

opposites attract - @sharlsworld

my boyfriend's pretty cool but he's not as cool as me - @cheftsunoda

my boyfriend's pretty cool - @itsaintmebabe

launch me hard and soft - @l4ndoflove

dj got us fallin in love (^)

can you fight? - @meadowscarlet

love me, love me not - @foreveralbon

actress!reader - @rosietherosenthal

bed chem - @paucubarsisimp

happening - @jeonstellate

p1 in world history - @stzrgirl4norris

making headlines - @isaadore

— ˢᴱᴿᴵᴱˢ ⟡

warm two - @afterglowsainz

it's nice to have a friend - @luvstappen

the mysterious mrs. piastri - @cressidagrey

[jeonstellate]

dead-end streets

actress yn kudo’s reveal of all the boys she ever loved causes chaos online — especially when one points to a driver.

★ᝰ pairing: oscar piastri x actress!tsunoda!reader (ft. yuki tsunoda x adopted sister!reader)

★ᝰ warning(s): secret relationship!au, exes!au, implied exes-to-lovers!au; swearing, jos verstappen mention, stantwt + ig stans shenanigans, public speculations/gossip, shippers

★ᝰ note: yn uses the surname ‘kudo’ on screen, because it’s preferable in hollywood if westerners can easily pronounce the names. title from taylor swift’s all of the girls you loved before. funnily enough, i started this before my other oscar smau happening, but i finished that one first?? edit 07/21: added something at the end, which kinda changed the ending [:

★ᝰ disclaimer: pictures used are from pinterest. all credits belong to their rightful owners. all the japanese in this are all from google. yn faceclaim is twice’s minatozaki sana! this won’t make sense until you read but— second is actor yamazaki kento, third is stray kids’ bang chan <3

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ynkudo ✓

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ynkudo to the first boy i ever loved:

you were two when i first met you. in the hospital where i spent my first few hours in the world, you declared me your younger sister without any prompt. you had been adamant, almost refusing to leave without me then.

you were four when that title manifested in papers. that was also when you swore to protect me with your life. excessive as it was, you really took your official title to heart—and everything it came with.

you were always there to kiss my pain away. you were always there to comfort me whenever i didn’t feel well, too. in my first few auditions, first days of school, first competitions—i could always count on you to calm my nerves.

you introduced me to what would later become my most favorite food of all time.

you taught me what it felt like to be loved unconditionally, even when you never willingly gave me the tv remote or let me have my turn on the family desktop.

i’ll always be your biggest fan, cheering you on in everything you do; no matter what hat you wear. i’ll never agree to be your passenger princess ever again, though. i think that one time was enough to last a lifetime.

thank you for everything, oniichan ♡

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username i didn’t expect to cry at 2 am, but here i am

username crazy how i didn’t even know yn has a brother until a min ago and now he’s my favorite non-celebrity brother

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username ariana what are you doing here

yukitsunoda0511 i love you too . . .? what do you want from me . . .?

view all replies ynkudo nothing :D yukitsunoda0511 i don’t believe you

username wish my brother’s instruction manual came with the positives too 💔

tchalamet @/pauline.chalamet take notes

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username YOU HAVE A BROTHER??? && HE’S AN F1 DRIVER???

username yn and yuki in the comments LMAOO

username peak siblings behavior fr

zendaya still remember the day i found out 🙂‍↕️

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username queen why are you lore-dropping at 2 am

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username your brother taught you what it felt like to be loved, meanwhile my brother . . . 🫠🫠

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username bro . . . username imma hold your hand when i say this—

username IS THAT MFINH YUKI

ynkudo ✓

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ynkudo to the second boy i ever loved:

i met you in a playground, a bullet train ride away from home. you were only supposed to be a one-day friend; someone i’d spend an entire two hours with and forget forever. i never even got your name.

yet, by some coincidence or another, we met again. i learned your name. i learned how to annoy my family with it. i learned how to spell it in kanji. i was convinced i’d marry you someday. at least, for a short while, i was.

my brother hated you, in a way only protective older brothers can. he despised how i preferred you over him. i couldn’t care less.

it was a one-sided puppy love, but you were also my best friend then. still, in a way, even if we don’t talk as often anymore.

you still owe me orh nee, though. and a rematch.

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username AWE BABIE

username is it weird that i can see why baby!yn liked him

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username yn is your lore-dropping a 2 am exclusive

yukitsunoda0511 相変わらず彼が好きじゃない [i still don’t like him]

view all replies username YUKI LMAO 😭😭 username that’s so 😭 username YES YUKI STAND ON BUSINESS 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 username he really wanted to go on record 😭 ynkudo 🤨 why must you tell lies, brother?

username no thoughts except “i was convinced i’d marry you someday”

username wait— the second and third pics remind me of someone—

username BRO SAME username are we thinking idol or actor 👀

florencehunt_ AAAA FINALLY WE GET A FACE

view all replies username HYACINTH BRIDGERTON??? ynkudo hehehe 🙈 florencehunt_ i shall inform the others 🏃‍♀️

username LEEKNOW????

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username baby yn has taste

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view all replies username jonathan asking the real questions ynkudo nope 😁

username stoppp i can imagine baby yn giggling and kicking her feet 😭

ynkudo ✓

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ynkudo to the third boy i ever loved:

we met by mistake. under lanterns and strings, your best friend resembled my own too well. a little tug-of-war on your best friend’s expense eventually led to an apology over ikayaki and takoyaki. then over coffee that only the two of us showed up for.

our label came with a song. we grew within studios and sets, venues and locations. we were clumsy, and a little uncertain, but we made it work. somehow.

we both had our first loves, and it was inevitable for us to choose them without regret. yet, if anyone asks, you were mine.

just like how i still make my ramyeon your way.

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username i’m commenting before reading the caption, but— based on the pics alone, yn i get it. it’s the smile, right?

username real. that smile is 👌🏽👌🏽

username this is the first time i witness a cap being used for gatekeeping, i—

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username bro can we get a different upload time for the next one bc now i’m mourning a ship i never had at 2 am 😔💔

yukitsunoda0511 him. i like him.

view all replies username YUKI 😭😭 username were you bribed? ynkudo i know 🚶🏽‍♀️ you kept reminding me

username if you’ve been a public couple, i would’ve been your number one defender ngl

username it’s nice to know the brother actually liked the bf, even if they’re not together anymore

username wait— that smile looks familiar—

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username yn, is he single rn tho? 👀

username HIS SMILE??? HELLO???

username bro why is yuki always here before me 🧍‍♀️

imsebastianstan is this part of what everyone’s talking about on set?

view all replies username LOOK WHO REMEMBERED HE HAS IG username not at sebastian opening his ig for the first time in years for some tea 😭😭 ynkudo omg stop talking about me 🤺🤺 anthonymackie blame holland

username i’m sorry but i can’t get past the image of bro’s best friend being tugged back and forth all bc of mistaken identity 😭😭

username “i still make my ramyeon your way” that’s love right there

username oh i just know yn was down bad for his smile

ynkudo ✓

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ynkudo to the fourth boy i ever loved:

we weren’t supposed to meet, and we definitely weren’t supposed to be. yet, we were.

now, sunsets are echoes of the scene i couldn’t rewrite; of the script written in stone i strained to embody. it was difficult to believe—much less, say—the sunset was beautiful when all i could see was you. so i looked beyond you, at the future waiting for you, to deliver the hardest line i had to recite.

i almost took it back, you know.

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username OH— this is worse than the last one

username damn, i really thought i was safe when the clock stroke 2:59 am with no post yet

username oh, okay. i guess i’ll cry 🤷‍♀️

username IM SCRESMIBG

username IM CTYING username IM THRIWINF UO

username i’ll comeback at noon, my sleep-deprived brain isn’t ready for all of these metaphors

simoneashley call me love!!

view all replies yerinha_ me too! nicolacoughlan just call our groupchat!

username oh, i feel faint—

username i won’t be able to look at sunsets the same ever again 😩

username i have absolutely no idea who this can be

username where’s the user that knew the previous ones when you need her tsk tsk username mb bro i got nothing on this one, there’s nothing identifiable 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

username oh, this one’s heavy *heavy*, okay

username genuinely, what the fUCK

karlurban names, yn. i need names.

view all replies johnthecho no one hurts yn under our watch! zacharyquinto i’ve revived the group chat!

username “the sunset’s beautiful, isn’t it?” 💔

username can i ask what it means? username basically a poetic way to say ‘i love you, but i’m letting you go’

username wait, where’s yuki? he’s usually here by now

username the way we didn’t even get a sentence about how they met this time . . . yn just straight up went for the throat 😭

username we ride at dawn. bring your own pitchforks

username would’ve been my otp 🫠

robertdowneyjr sweetheart, call me!

view all replies brielarson answer our chats, too, please! everyone’s heated

username yn’s phone must be blowing up rn, rip queen 🙏

username MY HEART ☹️💔

wellhayley you deserve the world, yn ❤️ ♥︎ by author

view all replies ynkudo 💓 chrisevans how come hayley gets a reply? ynkudo favoritism wellhayley she answered in the reckoning gc, if that matters

username the second slide :0 IS HE A DRIVER???

ynkudo ✓

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ynkudo to the last boy i will ever love:

all the boys i ever loved lead me to you.

(please wait for me.)

XX.XX.XXXX 12AM EST

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ynkudo real quick: i apologize for taking you guys to a rollercoaster of emotions these past few days. i lost the fight with management on this and couldn’t just drop “lead me to you” randomly 😔💔 i’ll be put on a social media ban for telling you that (and this, too), so let’s make it count until someone takes my phone away 😁💙

username all of my tears . . . are for a song??

ynkudo sorry to break it to you, but yes 😔

username were your captions all made up to fit your narrative?

ynkudo “made up” in a way that i wrote it for the post. everything in them—the events, the relationships, the feelings—are real.

username when is raya coming back?

ynkudo my name isn’t on a chair, so 🤷‍♀️ username that’s such an mcu actor answer, i’m cryinG 😭😭

username yn why did you do your promotional posts at 2-3am every time? 😭

ynkudo i wanted each one to be as close to my heart as possible but i needed to be vulnerable for that, so ✨ after midnight ✨

username so, to clarify, you weren’t leading to a wedding announcement with all these posts?

ynkudo yeah, no. sorry to disappoint :/

username is the fourth one really about an f1 driver?

ynkudo i still want to answer more questions, sorry 😁 username YN??? 😭😭

username do you believe in second chances?

ynkudo depends on the scenario but generally, yes

yukitsunoda0511 is your brother your favorite person in the world?

view all replies ynkudo no yukitsunoda0511 >:(

username any hints for your role in bridgerton? 👀

ynkudo i don’t know how to give any without spoiling 🧍‍♀️

username I LOVE YOU YNNN

ynkudo aaaa thank you! love youuu 🫶🏽

username are you friends with any of your exes?

ynkudo i’d say i’m in good terms with one of them! username it’s definitely the first ex

username do you have a favorite adopted brother in the shadow’s edge?

ynkudo i adore all of them, but i’ll say hu feng because i trained with wen junhui a lot 🫡

username singer yn 👁️

ynkudo still no 😩 just yn who sings sometimes!

yukitsunoda0511 why are you ignoring my calls? 😠

view all replies ynkudo you literally just called once 🧍‍♀️ ynkudo call again, i found my headphones

username do you regret sunset ex?

username “sunset ex” 💀 i’m stealing this ynkudo i have some regrets about our relationship, but i don’t regret him

username do you still have feelings for second ex?

hannahfkdodd yn’s social media ban is now in effect! she says thank you very much for indulging her 🫶🏽

view all replies username why is this so funny 💀 username yn was prolly drafting an answer her manager didn’t like and snatched her phone 😭

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formulaupdates oscar piastri seemingly confirms yn kudo’s fourth letter is for him via comment

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username NAUR WAY 💀

username in hindsight, this makes sense the most sense actually

username NOW HOLD ON JUST A MINUTE—

username this is literally a “we should’ve known” eye—

username i can’t process this

username I’M—

username SUNSET EX WAS OSCAR???

username this is simultaneously the best and worst day of my life

username meanwhile twitter’s fighting if it’s maxyn or landoyn 💀💀

username ARE Y’ALL READING THE COMMENT

username you mean oscar was the one who got broken up with during a sunset—

username IS THIS REAL

username OH MY DAYS IT IS

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username idk if i won or i lost ngl

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username i have. so many questions

username respectfully what the fuck does osc MEAN

username what do y’all know that i don’t bc 🧍‍♀️

username “we should’ve known” who the fuck is ‘we’???? username “right in front of us” i see nothing i am blind

username HA I CALLED TJIS IN MY PRIV

username WAIT SO WHO TOLD YN TO BREAKUP WITH OSCAR????

username i think i speak for everyone when i say they need to get back together

username this is the real definition of ‘not knowing what you had until you lost it’ fr

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formulaupdates mission: impossible and red bull racing hint at a yn kudo appearance for this weekend’s grand prix

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username IJBOL

username this was the conclusion that emergency meeting ended with? 😭

username YN AT THE PADDOCK

username i’ll be tuning in for the potential drama 😎🍿

username AAAAA manifesting some oscaryn interactions 🙏🙏

username top-tier marketing fr

username I’M 💀

username i can’t wait to see big brother!yuki omg

username THIS IS IT. OSCARYNNN

username mission: impossible + red bull saw the opportunity and TOOK IT

username i’m simply too seated

username wait- i kinda get oscar now actually. she’s gorgeous 😍

username WERE FINALLY GETTING YUKI AND YN IN ONE FRAME!!!!

username i can’t be normal abt tjis

username yn with the grid is finally happening 🏃‍♀️

username THIS IS FOR ME

ynkudo posted on their story!

oscarpiastri ✓

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oscarpiastri can i be your last love? @/ynkudo

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username IS THIS A MFING HARD LAUNCH???

username what the FUCK

username osc why are the soft and hard launch photos in the same post 🧍‍♀️

lando does yuki know you stole his sister?

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username is the application to be the oscaryn ship captain still open

username hard launching the same weekend as your reunion is crazy work

username bro must've liked yn's new song sm that he went "i need it to be dedicated to me"

username will we ever know who kept you two apart before???

username fr! i'm too invested to not know PLEASE

username you literally hard launched yn TWICE insane

yukitsunoda0511 yn needs to be back by 9pm

view all replies username YUKI 😭😭 username dude isn't that too early 😭😭 username not that we're speaking on oscar's behalf, but can we compromise on 11pm—

username IS THE CAPTION A MARRIAGE PROPOSAL????

username i just wanted yn interactions with the grid, but what the hell sure

username WAIT— WHAT— HOW DID WE GET HERE

ynkudo i still need to look through the other applications, but i'll let you know 🙂‍↕️

view all replies oscarpiastri you're breaking my heart here, love

username manifesting an oscaryn endgame now actually

★ᝰ ngl, i didn't know how to end this *insert person standing emoji here* hopefully i picked a good spot for the “open-ended” ending i was going for :) edit 07/21: guess who thought of a "better" ending? :D not really sure if it's actually better, but rn i think it is. lol.

★ᝰ on another note, i know this ran a little long, but i sincerely hope you guys enjoyed reading nevertheless <3

[jeonstellate]

my personal reason for wanting a sequel to superman (2025): more scenes with smiley clark in glasses

[jeonstellate]

my top-tier favorite shot from superman (2025) has got to be clark/superman drinking cocoa in the safety of his apartment while the justice gang fights for their lives outside his window

[jeonstellate]

something about this lex luthor looks insane enough to clone superman idk

[jeonstellate]

happening

oscar inspires one last yn song a year after their breakup.

★ᝰ pairing: oscar piastri x fem!singer!reader

★ᝰ warning(s): exes-to-lovers!au; swearing, stantwt + ig stans shenanigans, shippers, public speculations/gossip, parasocial relationships at work; hints of eloping

★ᝰ note: the song discussed throughout is akmu’s happening :] it’s also solely responsible for how this came to be, ngl. i recommend listening, esp w english subs/trans on! also, believe it or not, i have no idea where the ‘-to-lovers’ came from; this was only supposed to be an exes!au, lmao.

★ᝰ disclaimer: pictures used are from pinterest. all credits belong to their rightful owners. yn faceclaim is lily zneimer <3

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ynln ✓

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ynln is friday okay?

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username YN YOU’RE ALIVEEE

laufey ynnnn ♥︎ by author

view more replies ynln laufeyyyy 🥺♥︎

username you remembered your pw after a year 😭

vernonline can’t. does tonight work? ♥︎ by author

view more replies ynln my manager says no

username QUEEN YOURE BACK!!!!

username do i need tissues for this??

username grid + wags in the likes 👀

username yn was around them for years, what did you expect username everyone except the one that matters 💔

username WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN LOCA

ynln making new friends, mostly 🙂‍↕️

username YN I MISSED YOU

username is this an apology for disappearing?

zendaya friday’s more than okay 😎 ♥︎ by author

view more replies ynln that’s a date, then 😎

username gurl is this on purpose—

username ROIGHT??? THE DATE

kikagomes love you 🧡 ♥︎ by author

view more replies username omg omg KIKAAAA username nice to know you guys are still friends 🥺 ynln ilyyy kiks ♥︎

username DROUGHT IS OVER HALLELUJAH

username torn between wanting to hear your new song now && being afraid to hear it

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formulaupdates oscar piastri posts about ex yn ln’s new song 3 minutes after it dropped on streaming platforms (first slide is from yn’s story, second slide is from oscar’s)

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username MY PARENTS

username my last oscaryn meal 💔

username don’t give me hope like this

username is oscar aware this isn’t how exes work?

username is oscar aware they’re exes now?

username MY HEART

username guys, hear me out: what if they’ve gotten back tgt?

username tinfoil hat moment username fair, but we know how private they are, so 🤷‍♀️ username considering how quick osc is to post abt her new song (not even waiting until he finishes the entire thing) . . . i believe it tbh

username does oscar realize the song’s about him 😭

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username I RISE FROM THE DEAD THANK YOU

username THERES STILL HOPE

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username MY OTP 😭😭😭

username i need them back together PLEASE

username SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UPPP

username hold up they still haven’t refollowed eo so how did oscar know abt yn’s new song? 🤨

username my best bet would be through their common friends username either that or osc has a secret acc where he still follows yn username i vote for the second one ngl

username OSCARYN NATION RISEEE

username is this gonna be the last oscaryn anthem ever 💔

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formulaupdates singer yn ln, oscar piastri’s former girlfriend of six years, has been spotted at the paddock ahead of the grand prix

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username YN AT THE PADDOCK???

username first oscar being suspiciously too smiley in that interview earlier, and now yn’s at the paddock? 🤨 i think something’s happening

username DONT JOKE WITH ME LAD

username AYO??? NO WAY

username are they back together?

username for my mental health, i hope the answer’s yes 😭🙏

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★ᝰ me, while writing: wow. the netizens have no idea about the amount of angst behind the scenes during the grand prix day. lmao, good for them.

★ᝰ in all seriousness, i hope y’all had fun reading this as much as i did writing it ♡

[jeonstellate]

beyond parallel lines

charles bargains with his daughter [first name] as she learns how to write her name.

★ᝰ charles leclerc x toddler!daughter!reader

★ᝰ no warnings available — fluff(?)

★ᝰ paragraph format — 1K words

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[pic’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

★ᝰ title from seventeen’s my my.

★ᝰ all the french in this are from google, unfortunately.

★ᝰ tmi for the inspo for this: it was my birthday + uni grad earlier this month, so it had been the perfect recipe for my parentals to feel a lil emo && recount some of my childhood lores. one of those lores heavily inspired this, lol.

Charles Leclerc’s full legal name — four given names preceding his surname — had been an excruciating exercise in penmanship when he was barely learning how to write. His Maman delighted in recalling that struggle, a story that always emerged with old photo albums and a nostalgic mist in her eyes. He didn’t personally remember the childhood frustration, but its shadow profoundly impacted his daughter’s mercifully briefer two given names.

And so, Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc welcomed his [First name] [Middle name] Leclerc to the world.

Now, four years later, he sits opposite [First name] [Middle name] as she struggles to write the beginning of her first name. He scans her lined paper, seeing her shortest nickname scrawled before their shared surname — for the sixteenth time this week. "Ma chérie," he begins, "ce n'est pas ton prénom." ["My darling, that is not your first name."]

His daughter rebuts readily with a slight pout, "Mais Papa m'appelle comme ça." ["But Papa calls me that."]

He can’t argue with that. He does call her that, almost as often as he uses her actual first name. Not only him, but his Maman, brothers, and friends, too. It is her as much as her actual first name.

Yet, still, [First name] needs to be able to spell her legal name.

"Oui, et j'adore t'appeler comme ça." ["Yes, and I love calling you that."] He pauses momentarily to give himself more time to think his appeal through. After all, it can make or break their writing practice for the day. "Mais ton prénom est très spécial aussi. C'est le nom que j'ai choisi juste pour toi." ["But your first name is very special, too. It's the name I picked just for you."]

Charles unconsciously leans forward, his eyes fixed on her small, determined face. Connecting her name with him seems like a promising tactic, given her undeniable attachment, but with his daughter, he can never be too certain.

His mind unhelpfully brings up last week’s ‘Tonton Thur is best’ phase, which is now replaced by ‘Tonton Pierre is my favorite’ — much to his brother’s recent dismay.

"[First name] [Middle name] is too long," his daughter eventually says. "[Nickname], c’est pareil." ["[Nickname], it’s the same."]

He presses his lips together, swallowing a sigh, as his Maman’s story echoes in his head. Four-year-old him had the same argument, too, when he refused to write anything else after ‘Cha.’ Finally understanding his Maman’s hardship in such depth feels like a dose of karma.

The neat ‘[First name] [Middle name] Leclerc’ in his more-careful-than-usual handwriting mocks him from the top of her lined paper.

"Can we still practice ‘[First name] [Middle name]?’"

[First name] doesn’t even consider. "Non." ["No."] She continues meticulously and determinedly writing ‘[Nickname] Leclerc’ with a red colored pencil.

He doesn’t give up. "S'il te plaît? Pour Papa?" ["Please? For Papa?"]

And neither does she. "Non." ["No."]

Just then, Leo enters with a regal strut. The golden dachshund pauses when he meets Charles’s slowly despairing eyes, tilting his head as if asking, What’s the matter with you?

Charles deflates onto his chair’s nonexistent backrest. Where did she get her stubbornness from?

He can almost swear he hears Leo huff, unamused. Don’t look at me, look in the mirror.

He returns his attention to [First name] after the dachshund resumes his languid trot, presumably deeming his current dilemma not worth his time. Her head is still bent over the paper, but her dominant hand is now drawing spirals rather than writing ‘[Nickname] Leclerc’ over and over. She’s humming a song he heard Enzo sing a snippet of recently.

He’s tried writing his own legal name next to her yesterday, hoping to entice her to write her much shorter one, but all he managed were three repeats of ‘[First name] [Middle name] Leclerc’ and an innocent comment about his big age from her. That, and a hand cramp from writing a full page of ‘Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc.’

He’s tried appealing to the idea of being a big girl the day before that. But, alas, the turnout was a mere quick scribble of ‘[First name].’

He’s seriously at a loss at this point. So much for mercifully bestowing her a briefer two given names.

"[First name]," he calls, gently pulling his daughter’s attention. He bites back the dejection and exhaustion in his voice. "What can I do to make you write your full name?"

Charles watches her stop moving the red colored pencil as she contemplates. For a split second, he allows himself to hope. Perhaps this is it. Perhaps he has finally cracked the code in turning this nightmare into a memory he can reminisce about once she’s older.

"Can we go see Donut?"

He must admit, he didn’t see that coming. At the very least, he somewhat expected a request for ice cream before dinner or a new toy — or even to go see her current favorite Tonton Pierre. "Donut?"

[First name] nods to affirm, with a quick hum. Her eyes shine with barely contained excitement. "Tonton Maxie’s cat!"

Right away, he begins a message draft to Max in his head. He doesn’t even question why she just wants his cat and not her Tonton Maxie himself. "On va demander à Tonton Maxie si tu peux jouer avec Donut après une page. D'accord?" ["We’ll ask your Uncle Maxie if you can play with Donut after one page. Okay?"]

"Oh," she suddenly pulls her eyebrows together, unsure. "C'est beaucoup, Papa." ["That’s a lot, Papa."]

He immediately moves his finger to point somewhere after the halfway mark, unwilling to lose her apparent interest in making a deal. "Here, then."

"Here," she says, taking his finger and dragging it above the halfway point.

"Non." ["No."] Charles finds it hard to say ‘no’ to his daughter. His throat burns whenever he does so. Alas, there are just some things he has to say ‘no’ to, for her sake. He moves his finger back after the midpoint, three lines above his second proposal to hopefully appease her. "Tu dois écrire jusqu'ici, sinon tu ne verras pas Donut." ["You have to reach here or no Donut."]

[First name] considers it with a slight pout. He waits, willing a higher power to let her response be in his favor.

Her "okay" comes like music to his ears — an answer to a prayer he despaired for. "[Nickname] will try."

That’s all Charles can ask for today.

He just hopes Max will understand Donatello’s new, vital role in his four-year-old’s education.

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psa: the next part of the ghost of you mini-series is finally up! it’s in kimi’s perspective (again), so the oscar-yn storyline is pushed a bit to the background, but it’s still notably present :] (think oscar-yn in third person pov.) you can access it through here.

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the ghost of hubris

kimi steps back as his daughter paves her own path — separate from, yet reminiscent of his own.

ᯓ★ kimi räikkönen x daughter!reader

ᯓ★ depictions of a protective dad, a dad nostalgic about his daughter growing up, & a dad who has a preference for his daughter’s potential other half

ᯓ★ paragraph format — 5.9K words

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ᯓ★ taglist: @edgyficuselastica (lmk if y’all wanna be added!)

ᯓ★ all spanish, german, & finnish words in this are from google! as is the italian dialogue </3 all bolded dialogues are in finnish!

ᯓ★ i humbly request for some feedback on this because i got carried away, if y’all can’t tell by the word count :’) this got to be the longest one-part of a series/one shot i’ve ever written, i swear. that aside, look what finally has a series masterlist now :D

Kimi has long forgotten what prompts him so, but he finds himself at the paddock once more. His darling daughter [first name] was nowhere close this time — her Williams Racing internship having ended weeks ago — and thus blameless for his current whereabouts.

He supposes the lack of media around is a welcomed bonus. Very much so, frankly. It almost makes up for the fact that he’s currently miles away from his closest child — and that he’s potentially missing out on whatever milestone his youngest is about to achieve.

As it has always been, the paddock is loud. Not deafening, as he’s currently in the general hospitality and there’s no cars running on track at Formula One speed, but rowdy still with the amount of overlapping conversations all around.

Once upon a time (until four years ago, really), this had been his life. Regularly, for the twenty-ish years. He can’t say he prefers it, especially since he willingly traded it for a chaos he finds more precious, but he does miss it in a way. Because of nostalgia, more than anything, considering that his late childhood and the entirety of his teenage years built up to it — and that he spent his twenties and thirties in it.

Now, though, he is just someone passing by. A special guest, as some might call it, but a mere visitor nonetheless.

Yet, as always, Kimi welcomes any reason to get out of the paddock.

And, today, that seems to have come in a form of a random check-in text from his eldest. Faija, it reads, are busy?

He wastes no time to respond. No.

Technically, he is — with being a special guest and all. But they’re on a break right now. And, besides, nothing’s more important than his children.

Can I call real quick?

Call now, he sends.

Not a moment later, his phone rings with his ringtone for [first name]. He gets up from his seat to take it somewhere more private. However, on instinct, he clicks on the accept before he comprehends what he has done.

He almost scrambles to press his phone close to his ear. "—Someone asked me on a date."

And, immediately, he almost drops it. "Someone asked you on a date?" He accidentally echoes loudly before he can completely exit the room. He earns a lot of attention, but he pays them no mind. He only almost cared when he accidentally made eye contact with Oscar Piastri, A-K-A [first name]’s current crush, as he turns to leave. "Piastri?"

"My lab partner for Physics."

It’s not that he’s against [first name] dating. As much as he considers her his baby always and forever, he also knows she’s old enough for such things. It’s not like he has a fear of his daughter ruining her life for a man, as he trusts her to make informed and well-thought-out life decisions. Rather, he’s merely in-denial of her ever-growing maturity and stronger independence — and her eventual ability to navigate the world without his guidance.

In simplest terms, he’s afraid of losing his place as the only constant — and important — man in her life.

That aside, Kimi doesn’t really know what to feel about who her date is. He has somewhat expected her first date to be with someone who genuinely makes her happy, in some form or another. Like Oscar Piastri has, as of late.

He doesn’t help that he hasn’t heard anything about her Physics partner before. Frankly, there had been a fleeting second when he assumed it’s Oscar Piastri. "When’s your date?"

"I turned him down."

That response, he knows how to feel about. Relief. And curiosity, especially after she spent a call a couple weeks before on making sure she was within the age range he permits her to date. (That had been a half-meant joke he made when she was seven, but she had apparently made sure to abide by it all this time.) "Why?"

He can hear the shrug in her voice, albeit he doubts she physically did it, "I don’t like him like that. It’d be cruel to lead him on."

He makes a noise of understanding. Suddenly, he pieces what this call is about. She feels bad about rejecting her lab partner. "You did the right thing."

"You think so?" She sounds unsure.

His reply is somewhat indirect, but he’s confident she’ll get what he means. "Don’t settle for just anyone."

[First name] lets his words marinate in the air. He can only assume she’s thinking it over on the other side of the phone. He doesn’t rush her.

Eventually, like he knows she will, his daughter finds her voice again. "You don’t think I should give it a try so I can forget about my crush?"

There’s merit in that inquiry. However, ignoring all the complicated details and caveats, his answer really just comes down to one thing. "I don’t want you to live with regrets."

Kimi’s relentless pursuit of protecting her right to choose is included in that. He raised her to follow her heart wisely to make sure of it. He intends to uphold it, even if he has to live with the possibility of having an F1 driver for a son-in-law.

(Besides, based on the current selection, he’d say his daughter did her best in choosing.)

Kimi re-enters the room where everyone has gathered twenty minutes later. And, surprisingly enough, the atmosphere he came back to isn’t the same one he left earlier. Rather, the dissonance of overlapping conversations has been replaced by a sharp silence — which seems to be pointed at the McLaren driver closest to the doorway he just entered.

He has a theory but he isn’t sure how likely it is, as he isn’t told how many people know of the fact his theory is heavily dependent on. As far as he knows, only Sebastian and Fernando do — at least in an extent that can rival his. Carlos and Charles, he presumes, know just a little bit less. Maybe as do Alex, Esteban, Lance, Max, Pierre, Yuki—

Oh. That’s basically half of the current grid.

Even if not all of the last six turns out to be in the know, there’s probably a substantial enough portion to sway the atmosphere. Still, it won’t hurt to confirm first. "What happened here?"

"Oscar keeps denying that he has a date with [first name]," Alex tattles. He looks at Sebastian and Fernando’s direction to confirm. They both nod once, affirming and serious.

Kimi has half a mind to leave Oscar Piastri at the mercy of his fellow drivers. But, alas, his conscience ultimately doesn’t allow him to. "You’re barking up the wrong tree."

That loosens the sharpness of the silence. "He’s not the one that asked [first name] on a date?"

He almost scoffs amusedly at Sebastian’s attempt at asking for a confirmation. "It would’ve been the other way around, don’t you think?"

"So [first name] asked Oscar on a date?" Lando speaks up this time, sounding like he has completely lost the plot. He’s clearly not close enough to his daughter, albeit he’s not sure why so. The older McLaren driver seems to be a good one to be around, too.

"No."

"Is she—"

He interrupts the seven-time champion’s predictable question with a borderline threat. "One more question and I’ll personally rescind [first name]’s invite to her karting competition."

"What!" Younger Kimi — or Kiminen, as his daughter refers to him — exclaims. "No! Please!"

"She karts?!"

"[First name] never mentioned—"

"Princesa’s racing again?" Fernando’s calm — and surprised — intrigue is the quietest reaction amidst the audible gasps and varying exclaims.

"She’s doing it for charity," he clarifies. "She’s inviting you guys to watch. Except for Esteban—"

"What did I do?!" The French Haas driver interrupts in disbelief.

"—she wants you to be in her team."

Esteban’s relief gets drowned by protests — with Charles being the loudest of them all. "Why didn’t she ask me? I’m her favorite!"

Kimi is merely starting to realize why [first name] is joyed to hear he’s currently with the grid. It has nothing to do with her excitement about why he’s there — and everything to do with what he can do on her behalf while he’s there.

With him acting as her messenger, she doesn’t have to deal with the chaos that sets off for literally anything. Which means he just unknowingly let her escape something she didn’t want to do. Looking back, it’s a little amusing, considering it’s closely related to what he wanted her to have since childhood, albeit in an entirely different context.

However, a part of him doubts it’s just her unwillingness to surround herself with their familiar chaos, seeing that she invited all of them to her karting competition. A part of him is convinced she likes their company; she just doesn’t want to be forward about it. And, worse, he’s also convinced she’s wordlessly hoping Oscar Piastri comes with her guest ensemble — without burdening him with a personal invite.

Kimi isn’t graced with the specifics, but his daughter’s last story about Oscar Piastri has something with her admitting she had a crush on the latter just before he saw them enter the Aston Martin garage together. The McLaren driver had been shocked into near silence, as far as he is told, and that is all he got. [First name] doesn’t seem to mind the reaction she received, but he doesn’t really trust that completely. Nevertheless, regardless of his confidence, her feelings seem to be unaffected by the outcome.

He eventually dignifies Charles claim with a refute, "You’re not the favorite."

Kimi takes in his surroundings. He is far from being a stranger in the chaos of people preparing for a race, even post his Formula One days. However, still, he marvels at the stark difference the word ‘friendly’ brings into the competition. The latter part of the term is still very much present in the air, though.

He arrives with Sebastian, Lance, Fernando, and Gabriel. They’re all carpooling, just to be mindful of the other guests, albeit he doesn’t exactly know who’s going and with who. Apart from them five, he’s only aware of Alex coming with his girlfriend — as is Carlos — since the three women apparently bonded during her internship.

The directions [first name] sent him eventually lead them to a makeshift garage with a banner reading Cynder by the opening. Unlike a typical Formula One garage, however, there are three karts parked in front — one with a ‘31’ sticked on the front wing, another with a ‘36,’ and the last one with a ‘97.’

He knows two of them are hers and Esteban’s, but they’ve been surprisingly tightlipped on who their other teammate is. But, then again, it isn’t like he has asked.

"That one’s Esteban’s, for sure," Lance comments with a gesture towards the kart 31. "That’s—" he points toward the 97 one next— "[first name]’s. Whose—"

"How do you know that’s [first name]’s?" Fernando interrupts his teammate with the same question he doesn’t want to bother asking.

"She told me," the younger Aston Martin driver replies. "She switched around the numbers of Kimi’s birth year."

Kimi merely nods. In the most humble way possible, he’s aware of how much his daughter looks up to him. He’s uncontestedly her favorite person, from the moment she was born. Her paying homage to him, in some form or another, isn’t at all surprising. Yet, still, it never fails to touch him every time.

By the time [first name] shows up, a lot of the current grid has flooded in. She graces them with her race suit snuggly zipped up to her neck, with her helmet on hand. There are two figures next to her, donning the same designed suits with their respective helmets still on. Esteban wears the same red helmet he does for this season, so he’s able to identify the Haas driver with no problem. The identity of the bright lime green helmet’s owner — and simultaneously also the driver of kart 36 — evades him, even with the Alpine name clearly plastered across the front.

He doesn’t dwell on it for a moment longer. He has better things to use his brain power on, especially with his firstborn around this many F1 drivers.

"Dad!" [First name] jogs straight towards him, ignoring everyone else in her path. She doesn’t go in for a hug, but rather stops just three steps away. She beams happily, with a stance that reminds him of her first time wearing her school uniform.

And like he did then, he snaps photos to immortalize the moment.

"Have you eaten?" He asks after he’s satisfied with the photos he took. He leads her to the table where he left the bag of food he packed mostly for her.

Instead of answering directly, she opts to say, "I can eat." And, frankly, he approves of that response over whatever alternative she might’ve chosen. "Wait, dad, you can take a picture of us three first?"

Kimi’s immediate response comes by holding out his hand to ask for her phone. "Gimme."

It takes thirteen photos before he’s finally graced with the identity of his daughter’s other teammate. It’s Mick Schumacher, [first name]’s big cousin of sort since childhood. He’s also partly responsible for why she started racing comfortably under a pseudonym.

In hindsight, Mick is an obvious choice for [first name]. They’ve raced each other for fun numerous times over the years. Not quite with teamwork, but always with the same goal: To beat the other on track.

He has no doubt today won’t be any different, even if they’re teammates this time. He just feels bad for Esteban now — as there’s no telling the horrors those two will get into once they’re fastened on their karts.

"This has to be some form of cheating," someone from the crowd of drivers behind him comments. Unfortunately, he can’t identify whose voice it belongs to while he’s preoccupied with taking good shots. "Like, a Räikkönen and a Schumacher in one team?"

"Only if we had Verstappen!" [First name] rebuffs with quick wit. She returns her attention to the camera right after, as if nothing happened.

"You might as well!" That disapproval comes from behind him, and he’s willing to assume it’s Max. "You’re literally a kart racing champion!"

She doesn’t dignify it with a response.

"Those two kind of grew up racing each other," he hears Sebastian give the rest of the crowd a vague and brief history. "So them being teammates can either be the best or the worst thing to happen for this race."

"Man," another voice sighs all of a sudden. It’s Gabriel. "If I had known, I would’ve packed some popcorn."

Kimi’s slightly impressed with how spacious this makeshift garage is. Not only does it hold three racing karts, but it also shelters the twenty-something of them comfortably with space for more. It almost feels like a less fancy, one-story hospitality-motorhome of sorts rather than a mere garage where mostly engineers are about.

Yet, despite the ample space, it seems to shrink whenever someone unwanted — by him, as a forerunner — drops by.

It starts with a couple suspicious recruiters who has the audacity to interrupt [first name] while she’s eating. "Excuse me?" One of them approaches their large crowd. "Which one of you attends Polytechnic University of Milan?"

"That would be me," his daughter slightly steps forward. "Can I help you?"

The other stranger does a double take. "By chance, are you [pseudonym]? The one who won the kart racing championship in—"

"I am."

"Oh, wow. This is amazing." The first interrupter sounds a little awestruck. "We’re actually here to scout potential engineers for F1 academy, but you— You—"

"We’ll be delighted if you join us at F1 Academy as one of our drivers," the second one helps out. She hands her a calling card.

[First name] hesitates to accept it. "I’m flattered, but I think I’m only going to take a chance on your engineer spot."

Kimi has the pleasure to catch the recruits’ faces fall before they recovered. He isn’t surprised by her response, unlike the rest of his company who are subjected to hear the entirety of her rejection somewhat against their will. After all, [first name] has been upfront with what she wants to do with her life when she told him about her university application all those years ago.

"Karting is just a hobby for me," she echoes the words she told him then, albeit this time the tense has changed to reflect its current status. It’s not just a ‘want’ anymore, but rather an ‘is.’

"But you’re a champion?" The first interrupter, who he’s now realizing must’ve had less training than the other one, is aghast. He definitely has more audacity, though. "You shouldn’t just — excuse me — throw all that talent away."

Kimi must admit, he’s liking this recruiter less and less the more words leave his mouth. And, by a quick sweep over the crowd with his eyes, so are the rest.

"What my colleague here means is," the other recruiter starts in hopes of saving the face of their company, "it’ll be a shame to have someone of your caliber to be . . . behind-the-scenes."

The Cynder garage isn’t air-conditioned nor closed and, yet, the sudden thermal change is palpable. The breeze might blow cold from the openings, but their relative area is abnormally colder somehow.

"You’re absolutely right." [First name] doesn’t change her expression, but something undetectable within her definitely has. "I mean— What was I thinking? I’m a multi-year champion. I’m a Räikkönen. I do have a higher caliber than most."

"Exactly!" The first interrupter lights up. He can almost imagine him boasting to his workmates about how he helped a kart racing champion see reason. "I knew you’d get it."

"Of course." Her voice remains even. "Non posso credere che una persona del mio calibro abbia persino considerato una squadra che non valuta i propri ingegneri tanto quanto i propri piloti." ["I can’t believe someone of my caliber even considered a team who doesn’t value their engineers as much as they value their drivers."]

Neither of the two move to take the calling card she’s handing back. "We didn’t mean to offend you—"

"Not offended," she interrupts with the same even tone. Although nothing has changed from before, her voice suddenly feels jagged — like a razor-sharp ice stalagmite. "Just enlightened." She subtly nods towards the direction where they presumably came from. "Thank you for dropping by."

Silence starts as temperature warms up to normal. The former continues even after the second recruiter successfully — and not-so-subtly — drags the first out of their sight.

[First name] goes back digging into her portion in the Tupperware like no one interrupted her meal in the first place.

"Are we not going to talk about it?" Kiminen asks on everyone’s behalf.

[First name] halts her forkful mid-air to give her full attention to the younger Mercedes driver. She partially raises an eyebrow. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"We do." It’s Kimi’s turn to speak for everyone.

"I don’t," she counters in a beat. "It’s not interesting enough to talk about."

"Can we at least get where they work?" Lewis tries to get their interrogation somewhere. He feels some of the drivers around him anticipate her answer with partly bated breath.

Unfortunately, even that is futile. "Somewhere irrelevant," she dismisses with a shrug. "Nice try, though, Uncle Lewis."

Yuki tries his luck next. "Will you whisper it to me?"

"If I do, then we’ll just be playing telephone," she turns the younger Red Bull driver’s inquiry down. "You’ll tell Pierre. Then Pierre will tell Charles. Then all of the sudden everyone knows."

"Hey!"

"Telephone will make it more interesting," Oscar Piastri joins in. Having learned nothing, the rest gets their hopes up once more. Kimi can’t really blame them, since they all know by now about her crush on the Australian driver.

Maybe she’ll bend a bit of her will for him. "True."

"Mate, ask her," Alex not-so-subtly whispers while repeatedly gesturing towards [first name] with his eyes. He’ll give him kudos for trying not to move his mouth too much, though.

Alas, before they can witness the extent of Oscar Piastri’s influence on her, her phone rings in tune of a song Kimi doesn’t recognize.

They watch as she half-raises her left arm while her attention is at the parked karts on the other side of the garage. "On your left."

And, of course, as the curious crowd that they are, they all follow her eyes with their own.

Which land on a man around [first name]’s age in a plain white shirt and dark jeans, with styled gelled hair and a loose strand. He moves with an easy confidence, his eyes scanning the crowd with a practiced nonchalance that Kimi instantly finds irritating.

He has seen enough in the whole fifteen seconds the other has his attention. Whoever this person is, he’s obviously wrong for [first name]. He doesn’t hold a candle on Oscar Piastri.

"I’ll be right back," she excuses herself without taking her eyes off of the newcomer. They all watch as she gives the latter a short, almost missable nod, "Cassano."

Likewise, they all witness Cassano — as she called him — light up when he sees her approaching. Although he’s a distance away, they see how fast a smirk spreads across his face very clearly. "Räikkönen," he reciprocates with a playful tone. "Took you long enough."

Kimi focuses on watching the interaction [first name] strategically drags out of earshot. He glares at Cassano’s back, readying to pounce in case the other gets too comfortable about being close with his daughter.

As spacious as the Cynder garage is, there’s simply not enough room for Cassano. (Read: Kimi only prepared for one particular person to be his daughter’s other half — and it’s definitely not him.)

"Prinzessin has a boyfriend?" Sebastian voices the question that’s also floating in everyone’s heads.

Kimi knows the answer but, at that moment, he’s not sure if it still holds true. He definitely wants it to, though.

"At least he’s not an F1 driver, eh, Kimi?" For the life of him, he can’t even find comfort in that.

Kimi doesn’t know how to feel when [first name] returns with a renewed light in her eyes and her hands full of gifts. He’s all for anything that makes her happy, but he doesn’t exactly enjoy seeing it unfold when a boy’s involved — especially if that boy is someone he knows nothing about.

Not even her confusion at his one-word inquiry helps ease the one-sided animosity he feels towards the boy in question. "No?" She answers with her tone slightly raised by the tail. "That was just Cassano, my lab partner in Physics."

He almost malfunctions at that. "The one that asked you on the date?"

[First name] casts everyone a weirded out look when they all seemingly flinch forward. "Yeah." She doesn’t comment on their tuned ears, but he knows she notices them and their silent attention. "The one I turned down."

A wave of relief washes over the tension that unconsciously settled on his shoulders. Good, he almost says out loud. Oscar Piastri still has a chance.

"He’s quite a looker," Sebastian joins the conversation with a sugarcoated why did you turn him down?

"He is?" She’s unfazed. "I don’t notice."

"Seriously?" It’s Mick’s turn to join, disbelieved.

[First name] shrugs, unbothered. "He’s not my type."

"Does he know he’s not your type?"

She hums, still uninterested in the conversation as in the beginning. "I told him I like someone else."

Esteban gestures toward the gifts that she carefully places on the table. "Doesn’t seem like he received the memo."

[First name] doesn’t miss a beat in her rebuttal. "Cassano does whatever he wants."

Kimi doesn’t feel comforted. If anything, it only gave him the validation he needs for his instant dislike of the Italian boy. Never mind that that’s exactly what she does, too, just with more dignity and class.

"Do you know what three red roses mean, [first name]?" Mick’s eyes don’t leave the three roses she stacked like a pyramid on the table.

"Is it not because there are three drivers in our team and our team color’s red?"

No one actually does it, but he feels the collective urge to face palm as soon as she finishes her response. He can’t blame them, as he, too, is struck with the same urge at the same instant.

If only the meaning’s as innocent and as thoughtfully nonsensical as [first name] thinks it is.

"Prinzessin . . ." Mick’s pronunciation of her nickname comes out disappointed. Somehow, he can tell he’s mentally debating how to break the actual meaning to her.

Kimi, in all honesty, is a bit torn on the matter. Is it better to let her think it’s just a friendly, thoughtful gesture? Something that she can just say ‘thank you’ for upon receiving? Or is it better to tell her it’s nothing of that sort? That it carries a weight heavier than what she has already denied before?

Does he want her to carry the guilt of unknowingly accepting something she can’t promise to reciprocate?

Or does he want to give that choice up to her, like always?

To his luck, it’s Oscar Piastri who — unknowingly — takes him out of his short-lived complicated dilemma. "It means ‘I love you’."

[First name] looks at the McLaren driver with apparent surprise. "‘I love you’?" She echoes.

It takes him a second to confirm. And, somehow, he needs to clear his throat before he does so. "I— Yeah."

Kimi isn’t oblivious to the fact that he just missed a whole conversation between his daughter and Oscar Piastri amidst his blinks. After all, his eyes have been set on them two since.

And yet, for the life of him, he collects nothing that can help him fill the void no matter how long he sustains a hard look.

Kimi has seen his daughter race countless times, ever since her childhood. But the inexplainable feeling he gets whenever she zooms on track remains indescribable with a single word even after all these years.

There’s anxiousness, for the possibility of her getting hurt; anticipation, for what her hard work will amount to in front of the crowd; and proudness, for how far she has come from the five-year-old that almost refused to leave the cockpit of his Ferrari F2007.

There’s nostalgia this time around, too, because [first name] hasn’t been on a kart — that he knows of — for at least seven years by this point. It used to be a constant in her life, and now . . . He has missed it being part of her element.

He has almost forgotten how it progresses differently for her, compared to his second oldest’s, with her rituals and whatnots.

"Dad." She seeks him out after she zips her suit back up and secures her helmet back in place. "I’m ready for my lucky pat now."

A smile almost breaks through as he imagines a much younger [first name] standing before him with the same expecting eyes.

He obliges, his hands move like it’s still a muscle memory he hasn’t quite forgotten after all this time. "I’ll see you in the finish line, Princess."

[First name] nods once, satisfied with the completion of her pre-race ritual.

Kimi watches as her demeanor visibly shifts the further away she is from him. She transforms with every step, from just [first name] to [pseudonym]. Still his firstborn, though; still his daughter through and through.

"You’ve done well with her." Sebastian appears next to him. He hasn’t moved his attention from his daughter, so he can only assume his old teammate is also watching her and Mick as they teach Esteban their little pre-race ritual. "She has grown up well."

It takes him a moment to say anything in response, half-satisfied with the silence doing everything on his behalf. "She has, hasn’t she?"

He sees a glimpse of younger [first name] again, with a helmet that almost looks too big for her head.

However, before his thoughts can turn more nostalgic and sentimental, the very subject of his thoughts reappears directly in front of him. "Please keep it safe for me."

He accepts it without looking down to see what she needs him to hold. He freezes momentarily once he does so.

It’s a handmade orange and black bracelet, with beads spelling ‘OP81.’ It’s the very bracelet Fernando has hailed as her most prized possession.

A light, almost soundless chuckle escapes. "So it goes."

Kimi knows this is all for charity. He knows this is all for the children who dream of competing in Formula One, but have no means to start nor continue. He knows the mere objective is for all three cars to finish, for the charity of their choice to receive a donation. He knows the podium has little value, much less the top step, and yet—

He’s agitated. He’s heated. He’s competitive.

Which, funnily enough, is the complete opposite of [first name] who’s actually the one on track.

She, as the two gentlemen on her team, is cruising — relaxed and without a care.

"Have you decided if you want the trophy, [pseudonym]?" Mick’s voice comes through the small speaker [first name] placed on the table before they hopped onto their respective karts and drove off.

It’s from the gifts Cassano handed her, along with the earpieces that allow her, Mick, and Esteban to communicate directly as they go around on track. (They aren’t actually gifts, as it turns out, but rather a group project the Italian made final touches on.) They also have their respective buttons to radio their race engineers, but the speaker and earpieces are born from the creative freedom [first name] and her fellow engineering students have.

[First name]’s voice comes next. "It looks okay."

Which is swiftly followed by Esteban’s, "Copy that. We’ll continue with the pace, then."

On the other side of the speaker, the rest of them are understandably baffled. "Are they seriously basing their speed on the trophy?"

"Sounds like it."

Pierre shakes his head with a chuckle, "They’re something else."

"On a second thought," [first name] returns to the speaker — unknowingly halting their conversation from continuing further, "let’s pick it up a notch. My dad’s getting fussy back in the garage."

There cues the amused laughter and the stunned bewilderment. "How does she know?"

"How do you know?" Esteban unknowingly echoes Lance’s sentiment.

Kimi can hear a shrug in [first name]’s voice amidst the nonchalance, "I’m bored."

An elaboration doesn’t follow, which is typical of [first name] whenever she feels her energy is better used elsewhere. He understands her more than anyone in that regard, for he follows her train of thought with just two words. If I’m bored driving, then faija must be bored watching me drive.

Of course, it’s another matter if they don’t follow. But she doesn’t usually concern herself with such — and neither does he.

Mick isn’t one of them, though, having been around her since childhood. "Let’s give Onkel Kimi a show, then."

And, like a promise, the screens broadcasting the race’s progress are immediately thrown into chaos as kart 36 overtakes three karts as soon as it accelerates.

"You’re on, Junior." They hear [first name] accept the indirect challenge over the speaker. On the screens, kart 97 chases 36 after it zooms past.

Kart 31 has no choice but to speed up as well to keep up with the other two.

"Forget the popcorn," Liam references to Gabriel’s earlier comment. "I want hot dogs and pizza. This is proper stadium entertainment."

"You brought your wallet?" Ollie inquires without missing a beat. In lieu of answering verbally, the Racing Bulls driver merely pats one of his pockets with a nod. "Great! Let’s go, you’re paying."

Isack pulls Liam off of his seat before the latter processes what just happened. "Text in the group chat if you guys want anything!" The former says over his shoulder, one hand on Liam with a presumably tight grip. The rest of the rookies follow, with Ollie even taking a page from Isack’s book and putting an arm around Liam’s shoulders.

By the time the rookies come back, the track has become Cynder’s playground — with the three of them occasionally taking turns chasing each other. [First name], Mick, and Esteban’s playful banters over the speaker color the race’s privately televised broadcast much better than the commentary it comes with.

Kimi stands with the huge crowd at parc fermé, surrounded by Cynder’s burgundy red and the other teams’ navy blue and emerald green. The air crackles, thick with the scent of spent fuel and raw triumph.

It had been a close fight, mostly because Cynder didn’t utilize their strengths effectively to level the playing field with the rest, but they ultimately came on top. Not only did their team manage to claim the top step even with the bursts of unserious driving, but they were also the first team to have all three drivers finish the race.

Esteban gets out of his kart first and celebrates like he just won a Grand Prix with his fists punching the sky.

Mick follows, with a mirroring gesture of happiness whilst standing on his seat.

Then, it’s [first name]’s turn. She stands on her seat — utterly still as she takes in the crowd and their vibrating roar. She doesn’t raise a fist, nor does she leap out of her kart. Instead, she celebrates in the only way [pseudonym] does: She puts one leg behind the other, gently bends her knees, and bows her head in a quick curtsy of humble acknowledgment.

Kimi has certainly missed seeing her do the princess curtsy after every hard-earned win.

Her familial nickname didn’t come from her signature celebratory gesture. Rather, she sought inspiration from her nickname in her quest to find one.

Just like every time he dares to stare too long, he sees a younger [first name] curtsying on her kart — still a little unsteady and a whirlwind of impulsive grace, yet captivating nonetheless.

Kimi returns to the present just as his daughter runs into his arms. He catches her with the practiced ease of a man who has done so a thousand times, ever since she started learning how to walk.

"Dad," she breathes against his ear. And that’s all she needs to say, really. I did it.

He tightens his hold before pressing a kiss on a side of her helmet. Congratulations. It’s part of their tradition, too, albeit unspoken. "I’m proud of you, [first name]."

He smiles when her helmet tilts up to look at him.

Camera shutters explode around them, adding frantic flashes to the already deafening chaos. He pays them no mind. As does [first name].

For this stolen, fragile moment, the world doesn’t exist.

Right now, there’s only him and his firstborn. No crushing weight of expectations, no burgeoning affections that might pull her gaze away, no looming threat of leaving. No gnawing presence of media vultures, either, nor consequences for forgetting. Just him. And his baby.

(Later, when they’re back in the safety of Cynder’s garage, he slips the McLaren bracelet back on her wrist with a meaningful nod.)

[jeonstellate]

hi just wanna say that I love your ‘ghost of you’ fic ❤️ I hope we’ll see the next one soon 💜

hiii! thank you sm, i glad you loved the ghost of you <3 the next one is already done && completely formatted, so please expected it sometime today o7

[jeonstellate]

the ghost of you — mini-series masterlist

[pic’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

[first name]’s slips into oscar’s life like a ghost — unreal, then undeniable. but like all phantoms, she isn’t meant to stay, and he refuses to accept that.

ᯓ★ oscar piastri x fem!räikkönen!reader (ft. kimi räikkönen x daughter!reader)

ᯓ★ paragraph format — 18.2K words total (so far)

ᯓ★ reader is kimi räikkönen’s biological daughter. there are no physical descriptions mentioned; only that reader uses she/her pronouns, is the eldest of siblings, a kart racing champion (under a pseudonym), a mechanical engineering undergrad at polytechnic university of milan, & a suffering tifoso (denies identifying as one).

ᯓ★ reader is often referred to as [first name] or variations of “princess.” (personally, i named her liekki kielo in my head — with the latter being her middle name.)

ᯓ★ partially — and very loosely — inspired by 5 seconds of summer’s ghost of you and cup of joe’s multo.

first. the ghost of monza

ᯓ★ synopsis ┊ there’s a phantom walking around the monza circuit — and oscar seems to be the only one who can see her.

second. the ghost of legacy

ᯓ★ synopsis ┊ a legacy joins the paddock for the season — and oscar is the only one not keen on befriending her.

supplemental. the ghost of aegis

ᯓ★ synopsis ┊ kimi protected his daughter’s right to choose — only for her to choose what he indirectly kept her from.

ᯓ★ main ┊ kimi räikkönen x daughter!reader

third. the ghost of silence

ᯓ★ synopsis ┊ oscar’s response disappears with the wind amidst the paddock’s new haunting silence.

supplemental. the ghost of hubris

ᯓ★ synopsis ┊ kimi steps back as his daughter paves her own path — separate from, yet reminiscent of his own.

ᯓ★ main ┊ kimi räikkönen x daughter!reader

final. the ghost of ???

ᯓ★ synopsis ┊ tba.