#prema

i miss them.

🔻 requested by @cheriwritesig

🔻ollie my baby I love him so so much I will not be normal about it

ᯓ pairing arthur leclerc x piastri!reader

ᯓ summary you tag along with your brother Oscar Piastri to film a “Truth or Dare” video with Prema, you don’t expect Arthur Leclerc to notice you—let alone call you the prettiest person in the room on camera. What starts as playful tension quickly turns into something more when Arthur asks you out later that same day, with Oscar’s reluctant blessing. Over four years, the relationship quietly blossoms from coffee dates to something deeper and lasting. Now, in a candlelit garden surrounded by family, Arthur stands alone with a square object in hand—one he spent months picking out with your mom and sisters—moments away from asking the biggest question of both of you lives.

ᯓ genre fluff • humor • slow burn

ᯓ warning none(?) major fluff

♪ “ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ” — ʙʀᴜɴᴏ ᴍᴀʀꜱ “ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ”

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You were tucked in the corner of the Prema studio, camera in hand, half-hidden behind a tower of snack boxes. The plan was to capture some cute behind-the-scenes footage for your vlog—just some lighthearted chaos between your brother Oscar and his teammate Arthur Leclerc. You were 18, tagging along for the weekend in Italy, and Oscar had insisted it’d be boring. It wasn’t.

Arthur had been charming since the moment you met him that morning. A little cocky, a little cheeky, but with a dimpled smile that you tried very hard not to notice too much. You were Oscar’s little sister, after all. And he was Arthur Leclerc.

Still, there was something about the way Arthur kept glancing over at you between takes, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

They were playing a game of “Truth or Dare,” being filmed for Prema’s YouTube channel. Someone off-camera shouted, “Arthur’s turn!”

He tapped the tabletop, smirk in full effect. “Truth.”

Oscar reached over to grab the next card. His grin was immediate—dangerous. “Oh, this is a good one.”

Arthur narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Go on.”

Oscar read the question out loud, dragging it for effect. “Who do you think is the prettiest person in the room?”

Laughter exploded from the other guys, and you felt your cheeks instantly heat. You were behind the camera, barely even visible—but still, technically… in the room.

Arthur looked around for a split second, but then his gaze landed straight on Oscar. His tone didn’t even waver.

“Your sister.”

Your heart dropped. Heat flushed your entire face. You ducked further behind your camera, pretending to fiddle with a setting that didn’t need adjusting.

Oscar’s mouth dropped open as the other guys started howling. “You did not—” he began, pointing at Arthur.

Arthur only shrugged, smug as ever. “You asked.”

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After the shoot, you were packing up your camera gear when Oscar walked past Arthur, slapped him on the back, and muttered, “If you’re gonna ask her out, just do it. Don’t make it weird.”

Arthur blinked, clearly not expecting the green light to come that easily.

He caught up with you by the hallway, just outside the studio. “Hey,” he said casually, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’ve got a good eye for video. You always film your brother being an idiot?”

You smiled, heart still fluttering. “Whenever possible.”

He chuckled. “Think you’d wanna grab coffee sometime? Maybe show me how you edit?”

You tilted your head. “Is this you asking me out or asking for a tutorial?”

“Both,” he said, biting back a grin.

You laughed. “Then yes. But only if you promise to let me put your laugh in slow motion for the vlog.”

“Deal.”

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Four years passed. The coffee date turned into lunch dates, races, airport goodbyes, voice notes that made your stomach flip, and late-night calls that lasted until morning. You fell in love slowly, sweetly, fully.

Oscar got used to it—eventually. Your family adored him. And Arthur—he always looked at you like he was still back in that Prema studio, stunned and speechless and completely caught off guard by you.

And now, here he stood—alone, tucked behind a row of hedges and soft white lights, fingers curled around something small inside his jacket pocket.

He could still hear Nicole’s voice teasing him months ago, “If you’re going to do this, Arthur, it has to be something special. She’s not flashy—she’s meaningful.”

And your sisters—Hattie, Edie, and Mae—all had different opinions, none of them quiet. But together, somehow, they’d helped him find it.

He took a slow, deep breath, heart pounding in his chest.

Footsteps approached.

Chris Piastri, your father, taller now since Arthur last saw him and wearing a suit that made him look older than his age, stepped into the garden. “Are you ready, kid?” he asked with a soft smile.

Arthur exhaled, nodding. “Yeah. Nervous, but… yeah.”

Chris gave a small nod and disappeared back inside.

Oscar followed a moment later, a quiet smirk on his face. “She’s gonna say yes,” he said without pause, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He squeezed Arthur’s shoulder and walked away, leaving him alone once again.