Chivalry Isn’t Dead
Oscar Piastri x Reader
Summary: you’ve dated the Bare Minimum Brigade your entire life — men who let doors slam in your face and split bills to the last cent — so when Oscar’s unconscious acts of care become impossible to ignore, you’re forced to confront a startling possibility: chivalry isn’t dead, you just never knew what it looked like
The thing is, you’ve never considered yourself a damsel.
You open your own jars, kill your own spiders, and have a colour-coded spreadsheet for your personal finances. You are, by all accounts, a woman who has her life meticulously, almost aggressively, together.
Your dating history reflects this preference for self-sufficiency. It’s a veritable graveyard of men who viewed chivalry as a quaint, dusty relic from a bygone era: men who let doors swing shut in your face, who walked ten paces ahead on a busy street, who split the bill down to the last miserable cent on a first date. You called them the Bare Minimum Brigade. You didn’t need a knight, you just wanted a partner.
And then, there’s Oscar.


