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ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀʏ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ

ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴘᴇᴄᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴇxᴘᴏꜱᴜʀᴇ

ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴄʏ

It was late afternoon when Lando left the flat, tossing on a hoodie and muttering something about picking up their favorite takeaway from a quiet spot by the marina. (Y/n) stayed behind, content to enjoy a few moments of silence, the cozy flat now familiar and oddly comforting.

She was lounging on the sofa with a folded blanket across her lap and a cup of warm tea, half-reading an article on prenatal care when the buzzer went off.

She frowned.

They weren’t expecting anyone.

(Y/n) hesitated, then padded toward the door. On instinct, she didn’t speak, just peeked through the peephole.

Oscar Piastri.

She froze.

Oscar knocked again, a little louder this time, one eyebrow raised, phone in hand like he was about to send a text. Cautiously, she opened the door halfway.

They both blinked.

"You're not Lando," he said, clearly not expecting her.

(Y/n) cleared her throat, gripping the door with both hands. "And you’re also not Lando."

Oscar’s brows knitted. “I… thought he lived alone.”

She didn’t answer right away. Oscar, for all his calm demeanor, wasn’t oblivious. His eyes flicked past her shoulder, into the flat. He saw the folded blanket, the pair of fuzzy socks on the floor, her half-drunk tea on the side table.

Then his eyes landed back on her stomach. Subtle curve, not obvious, but present.

He exhaled, almost a laugh. “Oh my god.”

(Y/n) groaned. “Oscar—”

“I knew something was weird,” he cut in, stepping just slightly inside, lowering his voice. “You’ve been at the paddock. He’s been acting off. Way more protective. Quiet during meetings. And you, You’re her. You’re the one from the photo. Monaco. The boutique meet-and-greet.”

(Y/n) glanced behind him, panic creeping in. “Oscar, you can’t say anything. Please.”

He immediately raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, hey—I'm not judging. I’m just… putting the pieces together. Wow. Okay. Okay.”

She bit her lip. “He was supposed to tell you soon. Or, eventually. We just—needed time.”

Oscar nodded slowly, still visibly processing it all. “So it’s real?”

(Y/n) looked down at herself, then back up. “Very.”

He blinked again, a bit of his usual dry humor returning. “Right. So… should I act shocked when he tells me?”

“You’re not gonna tell anyone?”

“No,” Oscar said, sincere. “It’s not my story to tell.”

Just then, the front gate creaked open outside, the distinct sound of a car door shutting and feet on gravel. Moments later, the door opened.

Lando returned, balancing two bags of takeout. He paused the moment he saw Oscar standing in the doorway, eyebrows raised, heart likely sinking.

“Hey,” Lando said slowly. “Oscar.”

“Mate,” Oscar greeted casually, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “You forgot to mention something big.”

Lando’s expression faltered. “You know.”

Oscar gestured toward (Y/n), then to her stomach. “Yeah. Figured it out the moment she opened the door. I’m not blind.”

There was a long pause. Then Oscar smiled.

“I’m not gonna say anything. But maybe… start preparing. Because if I noticed, others might too.”

And he was right.

The next morning, rumors hit social media. A blurry photo of a woman leaving a discreet private clinic near the marina. A driver matching Lando’s build seen exiting moments earlier. People started asking questions.

Reddit threads. F1 fan accounts. Speculative TikToks. Blurred screenshots.

Nothing confirmed, but the noise had begun.

(Y/n) scrolled in horror.

Lando stood behind her, eyes scanning the same page. He reached over, gently closed the laptop.

“We’ll get ahead of it,” he said firmly. “Together.”

She nodded, heartbeat racing.

The world was watching now.

To be continued... 🧡

🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 20: ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ 🧡

📝 Note from the Author: Eigth day on Tumblr, Alarwynnites, can you believe it?!! 😭 More than one whole week already of chaos, comfort, and emotional damage served fresh every day HAHAHAHA.

Oscar Piastri: accidental detective, unintentional big brother energy, professional observer 🕵️‍♂️ This chapter marks a shift, the secret’s no longer just between (Y/n) and Lando. And as they’re about to learn… the paddock never stays quiet for long. 👀

If you gasped when Oscar showed up at the door, drop a 🫣. If you’re ready for our duo to finally face the world as a team, give me a 💥 or 🧡 below.

Thank you so much for sticking around this far, we’re gaining speed now, and trust me… the next chapters won’t hold back.

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