Formula One Reader Insert

Pierre Gasly; You're Coming With Me.

Before we begin the story, I wish to pay respects to Dilano, whose life was stopped incredibly short after Race Control failed to stop the race and red flag it.
Let this be a reminder that this sport is incredibly dangerous and that too many young lives have been cut short in the last 55 plus years of this sport.
I hope the FIA and Race Control sort their shit out as this was COMPLETELY avoidable.
My love and thoughts are with Dilano's friends, family, team and avid supporters, may they find peace in this life like he sadly has in the next.
🕊️🧡
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Pierre had gone home to see his family in between Monaco and Canada, as much as he loves his friends and travelling the world, a couple of days at home always helped him settle into the reality that was the off-season. He had arrived home and put his key into the lock as a car pulled up honking loudly, rock music balding through the shut windows as the battered Renault pulled up to the driveway. (Y/N) Gasly, his sister younger by a year, had finished work at her office and headed home and was shocked to see a matte black Audi Q8 on the drive, and a slim fluffy haired figure at the door. She slammed her horn hard.

"What the fuck?!" He screamed as she turned around and fell back against the door. "Why are you like this?!" He yelled at his sister as she got out of the car cackling.

"Because, mon frangine, you are my big brother and it is my job to torture you." She said as she walked over and into his open arms, squeezing him tightly as it was the first time since Christmas they had seen each other, since the season was longer this year and started earlier. "Welcome home, Pierre." She muttered into his shoulder as his arms encased her warmly.

"It's good to be home, casse couille." He muttered into her (H/C) hair and squeezed. "I'm sorry I haven't been able to stop by and say hi, the season has been manic and working with Alpine has been..."

"Commanding of your time, I get it." She muttered, pulling away and kissing both of his cheeks. 'I've heard this more times than I care to count.' She thought to herself, internally sighing as he kissed her forehead.

"I know you don't believe me, and that's okay, because I'm going to make it up to you." Pierre whispered before meeting his sister's (E/C) eyes. "Let's go inside, see mama and papa, have some dinner and then we'll chat, yes?" He watched as she softly smiled and nodded, pulling away and turning to open the door, ushering her in as he grabbed his sports bag.

"Welcome home, kids!" Pascale called from the kitchen, bringing out a very full tray of Aperol Spritz cocktails. "Everyone is in the garden, your father is on the barbecue!" She said as she disappeared through the house, her youngest children dropping their bags, slamming the door and racing through the house. Their brothers cheered as they fought through the back door, their nieces and nephews bounding over to them both to love on them. (Y/N) squeezed them all tightly as Pierre started to hand out little trinkets from the previous races, producing a bottle of Italian dessert wine to pass to his mother as he handed his father some cured Italian meats he had kept safe and stored properly.

"There they are, my two babies!" Jean-Jacques said, turning away from the grill to see his two youngest adult children bound over to him. He put the tongs down and opened his arms as they tackled him, burrowing their heads into his shoulders with their arms wound around him. "Welcome home, you two." He whispered as he squeezed their shoulders. They hummed peacefully before pulling away, their mother walking over with two large Aperol Spritzers and placing them into their now free hands as their father went back to cooking.

"No Kika this time?" She asked as they sat on their bench under a rose arch, sipping away on their drinks as the youngest Gaslys got their food first.

"No, no, she actually has some modelling jobs going on at the moment so we won't see each other for a little while." He said, feeling his sister's hand hold his gently. "What about you? Where's Keanu?"