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#I think I’m going to talk about Wolffe too
vodika-vibes · 16 hours
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I'm back because I need more, lol. You can totally keep them on the short side. It makes it easier for me to read while at work 😂
Okay, so let's choose something a little different... How about Wolffe, garnet, and winter?
Once again, take it wherever you want. You know me best 😘 It'll be fabulous as usual.
Please and thank you 💚💚💚
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Summary: A sudden winter storm leaves Wolffe trapped in your apartment with you. Luckily, there are worse people to spend your free time with.
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader
Word Count: 554
Prompt: Garnet - Protective Love
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: I don't think this really feels protective, but, at the same time, it kind of does? Wolffe just gives off protective vibes.
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You pull your knees up onto the couch as you watch Wolffe talk on his comm. You can’t hear what he’s saying, the conversation isn’t for you after all, but you can hazard a guess.
This blizzard came out of nowhere, after all. There’s no way that Wolffe is going to be able to get back to the barracks tonight. Or tomorrow, based on what the news is saying.
Coruscant just isn’t made for inclement weather.
Your gaze drifts to the window, and at the snow falling from the sky. It looks peaceful, but you’re pretty sure that it’s nothing more than a facade. 
There’s the sound of a call being disconnected, and you turn your attention back to Wolffe, “Everything okay?”
He glances at you, warmth crossing his face, “Yeah. I was given the order to shelter in place, for the time being.”
“Understandable.”
“I’m not complaining, there are far worse places that I could have to shelter in place at.” Wolffe crosses the room and settles on the couch next to you, and you immediately curl into his side. “Sinker, Boost, and Comet are all sheltering in place at their partners' homes too.”
“I didn’t know that they were dating?”
“Yeah, neither did I.” He presses a light kiss to your temple, “It’s fine. I’ll deal with it later.” His lips trail down the side of your face until they’re hovering just over yours, “Sorry for putting you out, angel.”
“Oh no, I have to spend extra time with the love of my life, whatever will I doooo~?” You tease, giggling as he peppers light kisses all over your face. 
“Brat,” His voice is affectionate, “I suppose you’ll just have to share your bed.”
“Oh no~”
“And your shower.”
“The horror~”
“And the kitchen,” 
You dramatically drape yourself across Wolffe, “Not the kitchen~”
A squeak falls from you as he tugs you, properly, onto his lap and catches your lips in a proper kiss, “Not to worry, cyare. I’ll find some way to pay you back.”
“Ho?”
“I’ll protect you from your neighbors, when they get annoyed at how loud you’re going to be.” Wolffe offers with a sly grin.
You tilt your head, “Why would I be loud?”
His sly smile becomes a cocky smirk, and your face heats. You grab a decorative pillow and smack him with it, “You. You’re such a…a man!”
“You’ve never complained before.” Wolffe replies with a grin.
You open your mouth to say something, only to pause when the lights flicker, and then turn off. “...ah.”
Wolffe sighs, and his arms tighten around you. “I assume that the building has a generator?”
“For heat only.”
“Good enough for me. Let’s dig out your candles and some blankets, and we can make a romantic night of it.”
You smile at him adoringly, “I love you.”
Wolffe drops a kiss to your forehead, and then your lips, “I know. I love you too.”
And then he prods you to your feet and effortlessly navigates the apartment in the dark to find all of the blankets and candles that he needs to make this a romantic night.
And you watch him in adoration for a few moments, before you also get to your feet to go and find your battery powered camp stove. You’re going to need it.
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fox-trot · 2 years
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If any of you feel up to it (for my Echo post) could you send me common fanon or things you’ve seen about Echo’s PTSD/TBI or injuries that you’re not sure are true? Or things you’ve seen people say are bad rep or offensive about his PTSD/TBI/injury portrayal? Or things you yourself feel are not good PTSD/TBI/ injury representation? Or just points you’d like to see me discuss?
And to my followers with TBI and/or PTSD- what opinions would you like expressed?
You can share on anon or with your name. Whatever you like. I won’t be identifying anyone in the final post.
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fxrmuladaydreams · 2 months
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the boss’s daughter (gr63)
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george russell x wolff!reader
summary: you become attached to a certain british driver, but he panics when he thinks about the repercussions of your relationship
notes: i’ve only ever written george one other time and it didn’t get all that much love, but that could’ve been bc the tags weren’t working so we’ll see how this goes. i hate having to do math with ages when it comes to fics so we’re all going to pretend that toto and susie are older than they are so they can have a daughter who is age appropriate for george 👍
Your father had tried his hardest, for years, to get you interested in racing. Your parents were Susie and Toto Wolff for god’s sake, it didn’t make any sense to him why you were so disinterested in cars.
Susie tried to convince him it was okay. “So she’s not going to be a Formula One driver, she’ll find something else. Something she enjoys.”
Little did they know that something was going to end up a someone.
Some might’ve called it lazy, your gift to your father on father’s day being the promise you’d attend a race weekend with him. But you would call it financially responsible.
You mother made you keep your promise, even after gifting him something he’d actually use.
“It’ll make him so happy.” She cooed at you.
And happy he was, taking you around the paddock from garage to garage, introducing you to the other team principals, even a few of the drivers. You ended your tour back at the Mercedes building, you father’s arm over your shoulder as he guided you through the crowds.
He tugs you along with him as he talks to the engineers. You’re sure it’s important, but to you it just sounds like nonsense droning on.
Your eyes wander around the garage, stopping on the two drivers standing in the corner.
You’d met Lewis before, you father adored the man. He was invited to various family gatherings and parties. He was sweet, his dog Roscoe even sweeter.
You hadn’t met George yet though. Sure, you’d seen him on the team instagram, accidentally turning himself into a meme practically every weekend.
You watch as George talks animatedly with Lewis, his hair slightly falling into his face. Lewis eventually gives George a pat on his arm, then walks away, leaving the younger driver alone.
“You haven’t taken me to meet George yet.” You tell your father once he’s finished with the engineers, softly tugging at his arm.
He pulls you over to the young British driver, who seems to stand up straighter in the presence of your father.
“George, this is my daughter, Y/n.” He introduces you.
When George’s eyes meet yours, you can’t help but drown in them. The soft green practically glitters in the sun.
“Nice to meet you.” He says, holding his hand out to you.
You take his hand in yours and shake it. “It’s nice to meet you too.”
Toto looks between the two of you and very quickly notices the glint in your eyes. He also notices the way George’s lips tilt upwards in a soft smile.
“Alright, c’mon, let’s leave George to get ready.” He says, attempting to pull you away from George.
“But I want to see the car.” You keep yourself planted in front of George.
“You can go see Lewis’ car. I’m sure George wants some time alone before the race.”
“I can show her. I’m not busy.” George says, shrinking slightly when Toto’s eyes meet his.
“Alright.” Toto says gruffly, making sure to follow right behind you as George leads you to his side of the garage.
George almost looks nervous as he shows you his car, pointing out different things, then showing you everything on the steering wheel. You step closer to him, your shoulder brushing against his as he points at the different buttons.
Toto lets out a breath when it’s time for George to actually get ready for the race and get in the car. He pulls you back over to where he sits with the engineers and sits you down next to him.
The race is long, but at least if you watch the screens you’ll actually be able to see the cars driving as opposed to their zooming by on the actual track.
George only makes it barely outside the podium, scoring P4 after the race. You watch as he pulls his helmet and balaclava off in frustration. His golden hair sticks out in every direction. A light sheen of sweat coats his face, and you can see the light pink imprints on his cheeks from the balaclava.
You’re able to escape your father for a moment after the race to find George talking to some of the Mercedes workers. He’s got his race suit tied around his waist and a water bottle in his hands.
“Hi George.” You say when there’s a break in their conversation.
“Hi Y/n.” He says, giving you a small smile. “I hope you enjoyed your first race.”
You shrug. “It was alright. I much preferred the company before and after the race.” You tell him, letting your hand trail up and down his bicep.
He flushes under your gaze, stuttering out a quick “thank you” before he’s pulled away.
He doesn’t see you again that day, hoping that you’ll decide to attend another race sometime in the future.
You do, hoping to see the British driver again, maybe this time without your father watching over you like a hawk.
You attempt to seem more casual in the garage this week, only letting your eyes wander occasionally in search of George. He’s not hard to find, his height making him easy to see.
You catch his eye as he gets ready for the race. He gives you a soft smile, to which you reciprocate and give him a wink. His face flushes as he quickly tugs the balaclava over his head.
He doesn’t get a podium, but stays pretty high in the points. He’s slick with sweat when he gets out of his car, his hair is flattened to his head, and sticks out when he runs his hands through it.
He lets out a breath when he gets back to his driver’s room, closing the door behind him, but feels it get caught in his throat again when he sees you on his couch.
“Hey George. Good race.” You tell him.
“Th-thank you.” He stutters out. “Who let you in here?” He doesn’t sound put off or offended in his question, he’s genuinely curious as to how you found your way to his room.
“My dad is the team principal. I have access to pretty much wherever I want.” You stand up and slowly walk over to him. “Look at your hair.” You say as you softly run your fingers through the golden strands, attempting to straighten them out.
George huffs out a small laugh, not sure what to do. You’re very close to him now, practically pressed up against him. He can see the sparkles in your eyes, and can smell your sweet shampoo.
You catch his eyes wandering around, seemingly looking anywhere but at you. You use your fingers yo tilt his chin down so that he has to look at you. You smirk up at him.
“Do I make you nervous George?” You ask softly.
His cheeks flush. “No, no, I’m fine.” He gives you an unconvincing smile.
“You are actually.” You tell him as you lean towards him. You give him plenty of time to back away before pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth.
The kiss is brief, teasing. George can’t quite process it’s happening before you pull away.
You give him a soft pat on his chest, the black fireproofs smooth under your hand. “See you later George.” You wink, then leave him in his driver’s room.
George can’t seem to look his boss in the eye after your encounter in his room, especially not when you seem to find him at every race, and pull him into secluded rooms or hallways with your lips attached to his.
He’s in dangerous territory, he knows that. But he can’t stop. Not when your tongue is practically down his throat, and not when he holds you in his arms in his hotel room at night. He’s grown attached to you, addicted one might even say.
He doesn’t know what this is, neither of you have put a label on it yet, but the time you’re spending together sure feels an awful lot like the time a couple would spend together.
He was equally relieved and terrified when you told him that you wanted to make your relationship public. It was in his hotel room, you were wrapped up in his arms and a blanket, playing with his hands when you told him. He was glad to hear that you were in fact dating, that his heart could stop clenching every time he was with you, wondering if it was going to be the last.
He however knew that he was not mentally or physically prepared to find out what was going to happen when Toto found out. Was he going to lose his job? His life? Both were reasonable expectations in his head.
You’d been around George long enough now to sense his unease. You sit up, slightly pulling yourself away from him. “Unless… you don’t want to…”
He can’t speak, he can’t find the right words to say, he’s seemingly paralyzed.
“Okay. I get it.” You say, getting up from his bed. “You can’t date the boss’s daughter. Obviously. It was stupid to think this could work.”
He scrambles up from the bed when he finally processes your words. His sweatpants get caught in the blanket, tugging them lower down his hips. “Y/n, wait-”
You grab your small bag you brought to his room and walk to the door. “It’s okay George. Really, I understand.” You sigh. “I had fun though.” You give him a small smile before leaving.
He gives you space for the rest of the night, hoping that he’ll be able to find you at the track the next day to talk things through. He’s surprised when he doesn’t see you anywhere. He attempts to casually ask Toto where you had gone.
Toto doesn’t think twice before answering. “She wasn’t feeling well. She took a plane back home this morning.”
He waits for you to appear again, race after race after race, hoping that you’ll come back and talk to him. He tries calling, texting, even messaging you via instagram, all of which go ignored.
He feels like he’s lost a part of himself. And he’s determined to get that back.
Toto is surprised to find George at the door to his home over the break. The poor British driver wrapped up in a coat, shivering, clutching an almost frozen looking bouquet in his hands.
“George? What are you doing?” He asks.
George takes a deep breath. “I’m here to see Y/n. We were together during the season, but I made a mistake, and now I’m here to apologize and ask her if she’ll have me. Again.”
Toto looks even more confused. “You were dating my daughter?”
George gulps. “Yes. I was. And it was amazing, and I really care about her. And I would like to keep… dating your daughter…” he trails off.
“Leave.” Toto attempts to shut the door.
“Dad?” George sees you appear behind your father. “George, what are you doing here?”
“I’m here to apologize. I shouldn’t have let you leave, and I should’ve been able to make our relationship public. I’m here to ask you for another chance.”
You brush your father out of the way, and grab onto George’s free hand, pulling him inside and closing the door behind him. His hand is freezing, and you feel just how cold his cheeks are when you softly cup his face. You don’t know if the pink blush on his face is from you or the cold.
“No. This is not happening. Absolutely not.” Toto says.
“Dad, I’m dating George. Whether you like it or not.” You turn to face him. “George is a good guy. You know that, you see him practically every weekend. And I’m going to be very upset if you kill and/or fire my boyfriend.”
Toto looks back and forth between the two of you. George with his wide eyes and flushed cheeks, and you with a pout on your lips and your eyebrows raised, as if challenging him to do something.
“Fine. You can date my daughter. But no sneaking away at races.” Then he looks directly at you. “No going into his driver’s room.”
You roll your eyes. “Fine, I won’t go into George’s driver’s room anymore.”
“Anymore?!”
You giggle as George tries to hide himself behind you.
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cheriladycl01 · 4 months
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I cant do this anymore - George Russell x Wolff! Reader P2
Plot: You are the daughter of Toto Wolff team principle of Mercedes-AMG Petronius, you’ve worked your whole life to become an Engineer. However, your dad has other ideas for you and doesn’t want you to become a race engineer. You start to confide more in the Red Bull racing Team Principle to help you get an engineering job, and see him as a present father figure.
A/N hope you guys eat this up
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“Max, hey bud” Charles says walking up to Max, patting him on the back. The group formed around Sergio, Dani and Max. All of them wanting to know why Y/N was in the Red Bull garage.
“Hello Charles” Max smiles taking a long sip from his team water bottle.
“So why was mini Wolff sneaking around here, is she with one of you, well more likely Sunshine Boy over here?” Alex asks, hoping for his prediction to be right, obviously thinking Dani to be the most likely choice considering both Max and Sergio were off the market.
“Unfortunately no” Dani sighs dramatically leaning against the wall.
“One of your fine engineers then maybe?” He adds, he wanted to be right. Lily and Y/N were close friends and Lily had admitted that she had been acting strange for the last few months. Kind of like when she has a secret new boyfriend who she thinks her dad won’t approve off, just slightly different. He trusted Lily on her judgements and didn’t think she’d be wrong.
“No, not that we are aware of” Sergio admits, looking between Max and Dani to see if any of them had anything else to admit, but they both kept quiet. George and Lando looked between each other, wondering why else she would be here.
“Well I’m sure Toto won’t mind me telling him his daughter was nearing around the Red Bull garage” George admits, a scowl on his face.
“Don’t tell him” Max says, his husky voice deepening, glaring back at George.
“You can’t stop me, he’s my team principle. I can tell him anything” George retorts, George had a crush on you for back in his Williams days, and the minute he moved closer to you in Mercedes it was even more prominent. Toto had learned of this and forbid him from ever actually doing anything about his feelings for you. So anything that affected you, or something that was a suspected harm to you George would for sure be all over trying to help you.
“Look, if you don’t want to hurt her… like we all know you don’t. Then you won’t stay anything alright” Max says getting all up close to George, before tapping shoulders as he walks off into the hospitality of Red Bull. Sergio and Daniel follow after him leaving the four confused at Max’s odd words.
“What the hell was that about” Lando asks, he knew Max struggled with his anger but there wasn’t exactly anything to be angry about. Lando knew Y/N they were very very close. So the fact that all of this was going on was making his head spin.
“I have no clue, but I think we should talk to her” Alex admitted.
“She isn’t going to talk to us though, not with the way she ran off today” Charles offers.
“This is a job for Lily and Alex” Alex admits knowing how close the three girls were. In their free time on race weekends they’d all go for lunch and out for shopping and often had girlie spa vacations together.
Thursday came around very quickly, and you’d made your way to the Red Bull garage in the early hours of the morning, Christian had been there waiting for you and handed you the team shirt that you would wear while you worked here. You guys had joked about potentially making a campfire so that you could burn your Mercedes gear, but Christian said that that was going a little bit too far.
Now it was halfway through the day, and all the team principles were in a meeting, one that was being held on media day by Sky Sports.
“So Christian have you managed to find anyone to be Max's race engineer for this race that is up to the standard of his last who will be out for a long period of time" Martin Bundle asks.
"We have in fact, are we allowed to have her come up on stage for introductions?" he asks pulling his mic a little closer to him.
"Oh woah, how does Max feel about having a female engineer?" a random reporter from the back shouts, making Christian frown at the question.
"Well, he is sad to see his current engineer go as they have been together for a while now, but he's very welcoming to the idea of having someone new" Christian says, currently Max's PR manager was trying to get you to go up on stage and sit in the seat next to Christian but you pulled your Red Bull cap down, trying to stay as low-key as possibly.
"Y/N come on you have to go there!" she offers trying to get you to go up on stage.
You eventually get pushed up on stage, back to the cameras and the cap completely covering your face. Your head stayed down the whole time before taking your seat.
"Show them" Christian whispers to you, you lift you head up looking at all the reporters in front of you. Camera flashes erupt throughout the room the minute they spot you.
"Is that Y/N Wolff?" One of the reporters asks in shock, making Christian look at you with a proud smile.
"I'm extremely happy and proud to confirm that Y/N Wolff will be joining us as Max Verstappen's engineer until further notice" he beams, pulling you in for a hug.
"Toto? Did you know about this?" Martin asks, looking over to the older male whose face was full of anger, disappointment and betrayal.
"No" he answers bluntly crossing his arms over his chest.
"How do you feel about this?"
"Well, I don't think its good sportsmanship at all, I should have been told about this. I have been betrayed by my own flesh and blood" he sneers looking over at you, your head tilting down.
"And Y/N what made you make this change?"
"Let's just say, Mercedes weren't giving me opportunities, that Red Bull now are" you smile, you stay by Christians side for the rest of the meeting before leaving only to find most of the drivers all waiting for you in a communal area.
"Well done we're proud of you. And i cant wait for testing tomorrow!" Max says pulling you into a hug.
"How could you do this to your dad, he's given you everything" George shouts pushing Max away from her and stepping up to her. Lando and Alex come up either side of him to make sure he doesn't actually do anything to hurt his imagine.
"I - I wasn't happy..." you started but get interrupted by him again.
"What, not happy being a golden child? Not happy being born into wealth and not having too do anything because daddy paid for everything. Not happy that your clothed in designer brands everyday, or that you travel in a private jet all around the world. Is that not enough?" he shouts at her, he kept walking closer and closer to her, backing her up until she was against a wall. All the other drivers followed, Lando even trying to pull George back by his wrist was was flicked off the second there was contact.
"George" Alex starts, not liking how close he was. But with all the commotion and all the shouting, Toto also decided to join the group of drivers surrounding you. Shouting and asking why you'd left Mercedes for Red Bull.
In the state of things your mind couldn't keep up with everything that was being thrown at you, your voice was week as you quality started to beg them to stop. Your hands came up over your ears everything getting too much. Tears were forming in your eyes, and your legs gave out as your back slid down the wall, your shaking form now on the floor.
"EVERYONE BACK UP" you hear as voice shout. Within seconds someone is helping you up, while helping you to walk to the garage.
"Hey hey hey, its okay, its okay" Christian says to you as he holds your shaking body, hugging you tightly to your chest while brushing your hair comfortingly.
"I I" you stutter not not actually be able to breath.
"He shouldn't have said that you, and the others should have done more to stop him. I'm sorry i wasn't there. Max came and got me, I told him to come back here" he explained as you sobbed more into his chest.
The thought of someone who was once your friend turning on you saying such horrible and disgusting things about you, was something you didn't think you'd ever have to experience.
"Maybe he's right though" you said in a small voice.
"No he's not and tomorrow with Max will prove that to you" he smiles, getting up and holding his hand out for her.
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starkwlkr · 6 months
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It’s been a pleasure to read your works Jen, no one writes quite like you. Wishing you well and hope you’ll come back soon. I understand this isn’t your usual pairing but it would mean a lot to me and if you have the time: I could request: ‘Toto x Susie x reader’ where she is an upcoming driver, her family weren’t supportive and the Wolff’s take her under their wing as one of their own overtime? Thanks so much 🥰
what was i made for? | F1
for the purpose of this fic, the reader is going to be a rookie during the 2019 season because yes <3 live laugh love 2019 rookies 🫶🏼also this is my last post so thank you for all the love and support!!
Y/n knew how her parents felt about karting. They always told her the same thing: that’s no place for a little girl, you’re going to get hurt blah blah blah. But she wasn’t a little girl anymore. She continued with her dreams. Eventually she found herself winning trophies and raising it on the small podium. Then the small podium turned into a bigger one.
The journey to F1 was hard, but she was proud of herself. The holidays were especially hard for her. She hard received the news that her family wasn’t going to be with her for the holidays at all.
She didn’t live in Monaco like most of the drivers on the grid, she couldn’t afford it. For now, she was living with a roommate in London. But even her roommate had plans with her own family so Y/n was going to be spending her time alone in her flat with nothing but takeout and Netflix.
Toto Wolff was the first one to notice the frown on the young girl’s face. It was a late night in there paddock and all the team principals had a late meeting. He was surprised to see her. All the drivers were gone, most likely already on flights to their families or vacation homes. But she was still here.
“Are you waiting on someone?” Toto asked.
“No, I just don’t want to leave right now. Is that weird to say?” She replied.
“I don’t find it weird. I just thought you would’ve already been on a plane headed towards Ibiza or Mallorca. I think that’s where most drivers and their families go for the holidays. What are your plans?”
“Well . . . I have a new season of this show that I’m watching to catch up on. I might watch all the marvel movies. And if I finish everything before break is over then I guess I’ll just sleep.” She said casually.
“You’re not going to spend time with your family?” He questioned.
“I don’t know where they are. Last time I checked, they were in the Maldives. All I got was a text saying they couldn’t meet me at the airport and my roommate is away with hers, but at least I get the flat all to myself.” She tried to sound cheery, but Toto could hear the hurt in her voice.
“No, that’s unacceptable. You’re not spending the holidays alone.”
And that’s how Y/n ended up on a flight with the Wolff family to their preferred vacation destination. Y/n had gotten to know more about the young boy, Jack Wolff, and his love for Legos. He even let Y/n build a car, which surprised both of his parents since he didn’t like people grabbing his legos.
“Can Y/n come over for Christmas too?” Jack asked his mother.
“Why don’t you ask her if she wants to come over?” Susie encouraged the boy. She was hoping Y/n would say yes.
“Y/n, would you like to spend Christmas with us? Papa and I always make cookies and Mama always lets me open one present before bed! And we can make gingerbread houses and stay up all night!” Jack said.
“All night? What if Santa sees us?”
“We can be really quiet.”
Susie and Toto watched as Y/n and Jack talked about what they wanted for Christmas. “We can’t let her be alone on Christmas, Toto.” She whispered to her husband.
“She won’t, she has us.”
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“And that’s P8, Y/n! Good job, you did great.”
Y/n would be lying if she said she didn’t feel like crying a bit. The beginning of the season wasn’t good, but she kept going and soon she made it into the points. She did it, she scored her first points in F1.
After getting back to the garage, she spotted Jack and Susie waiting for her with big smiles on their faces.
“You did it! Go Y/n!” Jack pounced on her the second she got out of her car.
“Thank you, Jack!” Y/n smiled and gave the little boy a hug.
“Did you hear me yelling your name? I was with papa, but I wanted you to win.” Jack said as he grabbed Y/n’s hand and walked with her towards Susie.
“I heard you, you were yelling so loud.” Y/n chuckled. She then saw how proud Susie looked and couldn’t help herself so she immediately gave Susie a hug.
“You did so well, Y/n! And you scored points! That’s amazing!” Susie cheered.
“Thank you, I think I might cry.” Y/n admitted.
“You should be proud of yourself. I am.”
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Drive to survive
“How did you feel when you scored your first points?”
Y/n instantly smiled at the memory. She remembered it all too well. Her and the Wolff family celebrating afterwards, her being congratulated by everyone on the grid.
“Oh man, it was my happiest day. Before that I used to say my happiest day hadn’t happened yet. I was content with at least scoring one point, but I got four! It was amazing and I’m glad that the people that love and support me were there to witness that special moment with me.” Y/n smiled.
The camera cuts to a smiling Toto. He looked like a proud dad and he was. Toto considered Y/n to be part of his family.
“Proud. That’s all I can say.”
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nahoney22 · 16 days
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Hey :) I Hope this isn’t too late but I have a fic proposal.
Clones should have a lot of scars and propbably some insecurities, considering that to most people they meet they are ‚just clones‘. I was thinking about a female reader worshipping either Hunter’s or Wolffes/Echoes (I love my grumpy men) body. I think it is a cute idea to make them feel appreciated and loved. It can be NSFW or SFW, whatever mood you’re in.
I also have seen the prompts „i'm not scared of anything except losing you“ and  „ I am truly and unconditionally in love with you“ . They don’t have to be included tho
Congrats on 4k followers! You deserve it so much Honey
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Wolffe X F!Reader
SFW
word count: 937 words
prompts:
“I’m not scared of anything except losing you.”
“I am truly and unconditionally in love with you.”
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warnings: Angst and fluff, cuddling, talks of war and scars, light angst, female reader, established relationship, comfort, shirtless Wolffe, Spoilers for the latest episodes (6&7).
authors note: well seeing as we saw Wolffe so recently it’s only fair I pick this request. Sorry for the wait and hope you enjoy anon 🤍
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You awaken to the subtle shift of your bed dipping, drawing you from the haze of dreams. A gentle breeze hints at an open balcony, likely your Commander's doing.
You shift, eyes flicking to the chrono on your bedside table that reads the early hours of the morning before rolling onto you right, facing him.
He’s silent, usual. Shirtless, also a common sight, yet his shoulders bear an unusual weight. "Darling," your voice rasps with sleep, "is everything alright?"
He remains silent, a restless energy vibrating through him as his knee bounces with an unspoken tension. As your hand finds its place on the center of his bare back, a calming touch, his movements still, tension melting away.
"I saw Rex today," he finally speaks, the words carrying a weight you hadn't anticipated.
Your eyes widen, and you sit up abruptly. "Rex? I thought he died in a crash!" The unexpected revelation catches you off guard.
When things took a turn for a worse, you were discarded by this new ‘Empire’ yet Wolffe remained. Your relationship was a secret of course and things had been hard for the both of you. You didn’t agree with these new terms and what Wolffe was doing yet he felt obliged to do his duty. To be a good soldier.
Yet, at nights like this where he would sneak into your home when he should be in his own barracks, you always felt the heavy burden of whatever it was weighing on him.
"So did I... but there he was," he sighs, moonlight casting an ethereal glow on his cybernetic eye and scar. "A deserter, harboring a target the Empire seeks."
Your heartbeat quickens, anxiety gripping your thoughts. "You didn't harm him, did you?"
"No," he responds, a low rumble. "I let him go."
In a hushed tone, you respond, "Oh, well that’s a relief,” as you shift onto your knees directly behind him, offering a supportive presence.
Anticipating a bitter retort, you're surprised when he merely sighs, his head bowing as he falls into a contemplative silence.
Observing his stillness, your eyes trace a new wound on his back, joining the collection of scars. "How did this happen?" you inquire softly, your finger gently tracing the red mark destined to become another scar over time.
"Who knows? Falling from a cliff, getting shot by a civilian, crushed by rocks," he grumbles dismissively.
Moving closer, you delicately wrap your arms around his front, resting your cheek against his back. "Are you in pain?" you inquire, concern lacing your words.
He shakes his head, his hands finding yours to convey appreciation for the comfort. Though not one to seek coddling, the weight of the day has left him in need of solace. "No."
In a moment of necessary silence, a sudden wave of insecurity overtakes him. "Does it uh... look bad?" he hesitates, seeking reassurance.
"The wound?" you clarify.
He nods.
"No."
"Are you lying to me?"
"Wolffe," you interject firmly, gently squeezing his hands, "you know I wouldn't lie to you. We've discussed this. I promise it doesn't look bad."
His jaw tightens, a brief struggle visible on his face, but then he relaxes, allowing your words to penetrate. The scar on his face, a constant reminder, had often made him feel exposed and unattractive. Yet, your consistent reassurances that you saw him differently provided a balm for his insecurities.
“Each scar tells a story, a battle won,” you whisper, kissing his new wound as well as the small scars that littered the rest of his back and what you could see, “a battle lost…” He closes his eyes, knowing what scar you were referring to but allows you to continue. “You’re handsome. Nothing will ever change that or how I love you.”
He bites on the inside of his cheek, his face warming up by the softness of your lips against his skin in the moonlight and your sweet words that had him hooked from the start.
"Are you scared?" you suddenly inquire, and he turns his head, prompting you to move back while still maintaining the embrace. "That they'll find out you let the target get away?"
"I'm not scared of anything," he asserts with stern resolve, but a softness overtakes his expression. "Except losing you."
You offer a soft smile, leaning in to press your lips to his cheek. "Sweet, but I'm serious. Are you not concerned?"
His brow furrows, a hint of reluctance coloring his response. "I won't lie and say I'm not apprehensive. Kark, it wouldn't surprise me if they're already looking for me to reprimand. Or worse."
A twist of unease settles in your stomach, his words weighing heavily on your mind. Tears glisten in your eyes, and he realises his misstep. Without hesitation, he shifts to fully face you, reclining on the bed with his back against the headboard, pulling you close to his chest. "Let's not dwell on that. I'm sorry for waking you."
You roll your eyes at his attempt to deflect the gravity of the situation, but decide to take comfort in his presence for now.
As the soft sound of your snores fills the room, he finds solace in your embrace. He strokes your hair tenderly, a soft smile gracing his lips as he watches you succumb to sleep. "Beautiful girl," he murmurs, a sentiment he wouldn't express while you're awake, not one for overt displays of affection.
Before slipping away into the night, he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am truly and unconditionally in love with you."
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hockeyshmockey · 6 months
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Lance Stroll- Biggest Champion
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summary: a moment between the oldest wolff and lance after some scary moments in Qatar. lance stroll x wolff reader
warnings: talk about the medical issues in qatar!
wc: 1.1k
“Papa,” you said worriedly as you say next to Toto in the Mercedes garage in Qatar. Since you had begun seeing Lance, throughout this season, the set up usually was you watching your boyfriend and friends race from the Mercedes garage and stepping out to see Lance pre and post race. Unless Chloe was in town where the two of you could be found giggling in the Aston garage, this seemed to work for the two of you.
That day in Qatar had been otherworldly hot. Lance had not been having the greatest weekend, taking ice baths every hour it seemed like and spending a lot of time in his drivers room trying to work through his frustrations. You had joined him some of the time, offering him silent comfort which seemed to be what he needed with all the pressure sitting on his shoulders.
As you and Toto stared at the screens showing several onboards and now sharing Logan’s voluntary retirement, your worry crept up for not only Lance, but your friends as well. A hand fell on your shoulder, squeezing to offer support as Lewis joined your little group. Carmen was standing off to the side with George’s trainer, chewing on her nail as she shared similar worries about her boy in the drivers seat.
“I really can’t believe this,” Lewis shook his head as Logan was wheeled into the Williams garage. “This is so dangerous. The FIA can't let this happen again.”
The group all watched as more and more drivers chimed in over the radios about not feeling well. Alonso pretty much asking his team to throw water over him on his last pit, which they couldn’t do. After another round of Max crossing the line first, finally some relief hit as the groups shoulders lifted knowing their final driver and friends would be getting out of the cars soon.
Watching the other team onboards which your father kept on a separate screen for your benefit, you winced as you watched Alex have to be assisted out of his car. Switching over to Lances, you watched as he sat in his car for a minute before trying to haul himself out. You felt slight relief as he made it from the car, leaning over by the tire for a second. But that relief was short lived.
As you saw him stumble, you gasped, hand covering your mouth as your father frowned, the two of you watching as Lance’s knees buckled and sent him fumbling into the door of the ambulance. Toto put a hand on your back as you both watched medical personnel approach the driver, before the feed was cut.
“Go,” Toto nodded as you looked on helplessly, taking no time before hightailing it from the Mercedes garage to the Aston Martin one down the row.
“Is he ok?” You asked breathlessly as you saw Lawrence and Lance's Engineer standing together with matching frowns.
“He had some trouble with the heat,” Lawrence said as he put a hand on your shoulder in sympathy. “He didn’t look too good getting out of the car but they took him right to the medical center.”
“Will they let us in?” You immediately asked.
“I’ve got to wait for Fernando,” Lawrence sighed, looking over at Ben and Henry. “I think they’ll let Henry in, you want to go with him and work that charm? Check on our boy?”
“I’m on it,” you smiled weakly as Henry nodded, leading you out of the garage to where he grabbed an Aston golf cart and drove you over to the medical center. Considering the state of the drivers, the usually calm area was a mad house with other team members, drivers, and some partners as well.
You followed Henry’s lead as he walked up to one of the track workers. The two spoke for a moment, Henry gesturing over his shoulder to you. As the worker saw you wringing your hands and the clear worry on your face, her own expression softened and she nodded before pointing down the hall.
You hurried after Henry, keeping up with his long strides as the two of you approached a curtained off area. Henry peeked his head in before pulling back the sheets, showing your boyfriend sitting on the bed in no shirt and just his fire proof bottoms.
“Hey mate,” Henry said as he approached the bed, clapping Lances shoulder as the boy smiled up at him tiredly. “Boss man couldn’t get away but wanted us to make sure to come check on ya.”
“I’m alright,” Lance said, his words slightly slurred with exhaustion as he looked past Henry towards you. He reached out a hand, you immediately rushing over to grab it in both of yours. “Just exhausted. They’ve got me on some fluids right now.”
“Some good rest and food will get you right,” Henry squeezed his shoulder before looking back at you. “We’ll I’ll leave you and report back to Lawrence. You both should be able to get back to the garage but if not give me a shout, I’ll come get you.”
“Thank you Henry,” you said softly as he smiled at the both of you before heading back out the way he came. You took a long second now that you were alone to let your eyes take in all of Lance’s face- skin sweaty, eyes tired.
“I really am ok,” he murmured, cupping your cheek as he saw the unshed tears on your lash line. You nuzzled in to his touch, letting out a sigh as you felt some of the weight on your shoulders lift just having him in front of you.
“I’m glad, it was scary out there,” you rasped out, looking at him once more. “A few other guys apparently passed out in the mc post race.”
“God this should’ve never happened,” Lance shook his head. Any further talking was put on pause as a nurse shuffled in, taking stock of Lances IV drip and telling him he would still be here for another hour or so for observation.
“I know I wasn’t at my best this weekend,” Lance admitted thickly. “And I’ve got some apologies to make. But being in the car, feeling like I could’ve gone off at any moment. All I could think about was getting back to you. And telling you how much I adore you, and that I don’t say it enough, but I’m really thankful for you and everything you do for me.”
“Oh schatz,” you said as you leaned in teary eyed again, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “You’re doing your best. Your frustration is something everyone understands, we just need to find better ways for you to express it. There is nothing I would change about you. I love you and I love being your biggest champion. There’s no getting rid of me.”
“I love you,” he smiled tiredly, pursing his lips with a pout till you rolled your eyes and leaned down to press a kiss to his lips.
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Enough
Part II
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Charles Leclerc X Wolff!Reader
Genre: I still don't know
Warnings: angst
Word Count: 3K
Author's Note: This took a little longer than I had anticipated. I hope you guys like it, I feel like this isn't overly dramatic but it's a realistic reaction to what we found out in the first part. idk you tell me what you guys think. part 3???
Part I
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You rolled over in the bed, you could feel the sun beam down on you through the window, but you didn’t want to open your eyes.  You wanted to fall back asleep.  Your heart felt heavy as you began to replay last night's events over again. You could hear your Mamma’s voice bounce around your head.  You could see your Father’s guilty look behind your eyelids.  Finally sitting up, you looked around the room, not seeing Charles anywhere.  
You went to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror.  Your eyes puffy from how hard you were crying last night, you can see some leftover mascara in the corners of your eyes.  You took a deep breath, washing your face, brushing your teeth before you decided to look for Charles.  A part of you hoped that you missed him already, and he was at training already.  
You knew he was going to ask what happened, and you’re not too sure you can get through the story without crying again.  You paused by the bedroom door, listening if you could hear anybody throughout the apartment.  You could hear the soft melody playing.  Charles was listening to another piano piece.  
You made your way to the kitchen, where he stood drinking some water.  He was drenched in sweat, his shirt tossed aside on the kitchen counter.  You smirked to yourself, part of you focused on his physic and the other part thinking you won’t have to talk about last night.  
“Morning,” he greets you breathlessly.  
“Morning,” you say, going up to give him a quick kiss, careful not to get his sweat on you, “did you just get back from a run…” 
“Yeah, I canceled my training with Andrea today,” he says, turning to watch you as you prepare yourself a cup of coffee.  
“Why did you cancel?” You ask.  
“ma chère,” Charles says, giving you a funny look, “you came home crying, literally shaking last night, training can wait, you’re more important.” 
You smile at Charles’ sentiment, “I’m fine, last night is nothing for you to worry about.” 
“y/n,” Charles says, grabbing your arm, turning you to face him, “what happened last night?” 
The question was enough to bring you to tears.  You felt your bottom lip begin to quiver as you opened your mouth to speak.  “It was them,” is all you can say before you have to wipe away tears.  Charles moves to hold you, and you hold up your hand to stop him.  You take a few steps back, knowing that if he holds you, sweaty and all, you won’t be able to stop crying.  You won’t ever be able to tell him what happened.  “I’m sorry, let me… Let me just take a breath.”  
You take a few deep breaths before you continue, “It was my parents.”  You still feel tears fall, but they fall slower now.  You can control your breathing enough to get through the story.  “They admitted to working a few negotiations to ensure I wouldn’t get a seat in F2.” 
Charles does nothing to hide his surprise.  “Why…” you leave Charles absolutely speechless with your statement.  “Why would they do that?” He is finally able to ask.  
You force yourself to take another deep breath before speaking again, “they were scared.  Scared that what happened to Jules would happen to me.  Scared that the safety measures wouldn’t work.  They were scared that I would get into the car and I wouldn’t get back out.”  
You watch Charles face change, it changes from shock to guilt.  “I see,” is all he says.  
“I want to forgive them, they’re my parents,” you close your eyes, trying to shake away the tears, “but that was my dream,” you look Charles square in the eyes.  “That is all I ever wanted to do with my life.  I wanted to be a formula 1 driver, that’s it.  That was the dream, and they took it away.  They took it away before I even had a chance.” 
Charles nods his head, “don’t forgive them.” 
“What?” You don’t expect Charles to say ‘don’t forgive them.’  You expected the exact opposite from him. 
Charles take a deep breath, “don’t forgive them until you’re ready.  Don’t force yourself to forgive them because they’re your parents.  Be understanding.  Understand why they did it, but that doesn’t mean you need to forgive them.  You forgive them when you’re ready to forgive them.” 
“Thank you for that,” you say.  Charles’ words make you feel seen. They make you feel sane, and not like you’re being over dramatic. 
“Of course,” Charles says as his hand grabs yours, his thumb gliding softly across your knuckles.  
“There’s something else,” you speak up as you remembered what else your parents confessed to last night.  
“What else?” 
“My father asked,” you pause, you can’t even begin to imagine the amount of drama this will cause, “he asked for Fred to delay your contract signing.” 
You see Charles' face look guilty once more, he sighs, “I know about that.” 
This time you can’t hide your surprise, “what do you mean you know about that?” 
Charles runs his hands across his face, “I signed my extension already.”  He takes a sip of his water before continuing, “during Spa.  Fred told me about what Toto asked for.  Fred told me that he wasn’t going to delay the signing, because he knew that I would pick you over my seat.” 
“Charles,” you say breathlessly, shaking your head trying to understand.  “Why didn’t you tell me when you found out?  Why on Earth would you pick me over your seat?  Charles…” 
“Y/n,” Charles says, stopping you before you can ask another question.  “He’s your father,” Charles looks at you with compassion, “I didn’t want you thinking badly about your father, especially when all he was doing was protecting you.  As for my seat, of course I would pick you.  It’s you, there’s only one of you, but there's 19 other seats that I could get.” 
You sniffle as Charles has said enough for you to stop crying, he moves to hug you.  “Don’t you dare.” you say before he can grab you. 
“Why?” 
You looked baffled at Charles, “you’re all sweaty,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.  “You need a shower.”  
Charles smirks, “you can shower with me,” he says as he grabs you, squeezing you tightly, spinning you off the floor.  
You can’t help but giggle at Charles, he laughs as he watches your face.  Finally when he stops spinning and sets you back down.  He still holds you close, as he looks deeply in your eyes.  Your smile falters as you remember everything.  Your eyes fill again with tears, you can’t decide if they’re happy or sad tears, maybe a mixture of both.  “Charles…” you don’t know what to say, because ‘thank you’ doesn’t feel like enough, nothing feels like enough to describe how you feel right now.  How grateful you are, how in love, how overjoyed, how despicably sad, how much of everything you feel.  
“I know,” he says, and lucky enough for you; you don’t need to say anything.  He knows.  He knows you enough to know exactly how you feel. 
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You spend the next couple days avoiding your parents.  While living in Monaco the task is proving more difficult than you initially thought.  Charles is proving to be exceptionally kind, letting you quietly wallow in your misery.  He doesn’t push you to get over it, he doesn’t force you to see your parents, he doesn’t ask you to move past it.  He gives you time, he gives you the space you need.  
Today, he kisses you goodbye as he leaves for training while you sip away at the coffee you made yourself.  You watch Charles walk out the door, and a part of you feels resentful that he has a seat and you don’t.  You know it’s not his fault, that he’s not the reason you’re not racing, but a part of you hates that he has the opportunity and you don’t.  
You don’t like feeling like this, you don’t like resenting Charles for no reason.  You decide that it’s time you see your parents.  You don’t know what you’re going to say to them.  You’re not even sure how you’re going to react when you see them again.  You make sure you text Charles to inform him where you’re going before you leave.  
When you get to your house, there's an unsettling quiet that’s over the house.  You’re not sure if anyone is home.  The first person you run into is Antonie, the maid.  When she sees you, you place a finger over your lips to signal to be quiet.  She purses her lips at you, and points to your father’s office.  As you move closer, you’re taken aback to that night.  
That night you stood in the very same spot you’re standing in now.  You debate on knocking on the door, you wonder if there is anything to say to them.  You try to listen closely to hear if they’re saying anything.  It’s utter silence on the other side.  You try to think of something to say before you knock on the door.  Nothing comes to your mind, you tell yourself to wing it.  You convince yourself that the words will come to you.  
You knock on the door, “come in,” your father says from the other side.  There's a pause in your step.  Hand on the knob.  You slowly turn the knob to open the door.  Your father is sitting at his desk, typing away at his computer.  Mamma is on the other side, flipping through some paperwork.  It takes them a second to look up, their work being more important.  
When they do look up and see you, they pause.  Mamma puts down the paperwork, she stands, wanting to hold you, to reach out, to comfort you.  Your father closes the laptop, he pushes it aside, he turns his chair to face you.  
“Sweetheart,” Mamma speaks up first, you watch her try to blink away the tears, while she holds a painful smile to her face.  You feel like you lose the ability to breathe for a second as tears fall from your eyes, part of you wants so much to just run into her arms, and just sob.  You want her to hold you and rock you, like the small child you feel like you are.  
You take a second, you wipe away the tears that have fallen, and you finally take a breath.  “I understand,” you say, once you start you don’t stop.  You allow everything you’ve been feeling to come out.  “I get it, I understand why you pulled me from racing.”  You can’t stop yourself from crying as you go through your emotions.  “I understand that you were scared.  That you were afraid I wasn’t going to come back alive.  That you wanted to protect your child from dying.  I understand now.” 
Mamma finally allows her tears to fall, she wants so much to hold you.  To apologize over and over again.  She wants to go back in time and tell herself that you’re going to be okay.  She wants to make this okay.  
“But I don’t forgive you,” you say, and you watch your Mamma’s heartbreak.  “I can’t forgive you… not yet at least.”  You finally feel like a weight is lifted off your shoulders and you feel like you’re able to breathe completely free.  “I don’t forgive you, not yet at the very least; but I need to accept what you have done.  I need to come to terms with what you did, because if I don’t, I will ruin my relationship with Charles.  And I love him, I love him more than I loved racing, and I don’t want to ruin this.  I can’t ruin this.” 
“Darling,” your father says, standing to approach you.  A part of you wanted to allow him to come closer.  He was your dad, your hero, and he could make all the problems in the world disappear.  You always ran to him whenever you had a problem and he always would fix it for you.  But now he’s the problem, and you don’t think he can fix this.  
“I…” You take a breath, stepping back and away from your father.  “I just came here to say, I love you guys, and you will always be my parents, but I need more time to find a way to forgive you.  I understand why you did what you did, but I don’t forgive you.  I still love you, but I need more time.” 
“We understand,” Mamma says, as she comes up to grab your father’s arm.  She wraps her arm around his, and she repeats the sentiment, “we understand your need for more time.”   Mamma smiles at you as more tears escape her.  “We will be here waiting for you when you’re ready.” 
“Thank you Mamma,” you say, and for the first time since that night, you can finally say you feel happy.  
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You hum along to the song playing in the background as you move about the kitchen in Charles’ apartment.  You feel light on your feet as you dance to the music, as you fix yourself something to eat.  When Charles finally comes home, he’s surprised but delighted to hear the music playing through the apartment. 
“Ma chère?” Charles calls out as he follows the music into the kitchen.  
“Hello, my love,” you spoke in a sickly sweet tone that Charles hasn’t heard for days now.  
“Hi,” he says as he gives you a quick kiss, “you seem happy?”  
“I am happy,” you smile, looking at Charles.  You pause the music, now being more serious, “I saw my parents today.” 
Charles watched you carefully, unsure about how to react, “and? How did it go?” 
“I couldn’t forgive them,” you say, and part of you worries that Charles is going to be disappointed.  
“That’s okay,” Charles says as he pulls you into a hug and holds you close.  He doesn’t want you to feel forced to do anything you’re not ready to do.  
“But,” you pull away from Charles to look at him, “I did tell them that I understood why they did it.  And I told them that I still love them because they are my parents.” 
“And that made you feel better?” 
“Yeah, I feel better,” you say whole heartedly, “this is probably the best I have felt since that night.” 
“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Charles says, pulling you into a much needed kiss.  He can see you relax, and for the first time in days you don’t appear tense.  
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Charles thinks he should’ve told you about this, but he doesn’t want to make the situation with your parents worse.  As he walks into the restaurant, he gives the name to the hostess, and she takes him to a private dining room.  Charles sees him sitting there, back to him.  This is the last opportunity Charles has to walk out, and pretend this never happened.  
“Sir?” Charles greets, sticking his hand out to shake as he approaches the table. 
“Charles,” Toto says, as he stands, shaking Charles’ hand, “I appreciate you meeting with me.” 
Charles doesn’t sit, he doesn’t want to get too comfortable.  “I won’t force her to forgive you or Susie,” Charles feels like he should get that out in the open right away.  
“Charles, please sit,” Toto gestured to the open seat across from him.  “I don’t want you to force her to forgive us.  Although we had the right intention, we’re the ones that screwed it up.”  
Charles takes a seat across, his pulse starts to pick up.  This moment feels more stressful than any race he’s participated in.  “Why did you ask to see me?” 
“Fred asked me something a little while back and I'm curious if the question was valid,” Toto says.  He finally puts the menu down, and he looks squarely at Charles.  Toto isn’t trying to be intimidating, he just wants to know what Charles feels.  “If you had to choose, would you have picked my daughter over your seat at Ferrari?” 
Charles doesn’t hesitate to say, “I would pick her.  In a thousand scenarios, in a thousand lifetimes, I would pick your daughter again and again.  I love y/n.”  
Toto might be a cynic when he says, “I find that hard to believe Charles, when I, personally, have seen you bring different girls into your hotel room during one grand prix weekend.”  
Charles knows his dating history isn’t the prettiest, and he knows that he has a bit of a checkered past with this stuff, but how he feels about you isn’t something he would lie about.  “I understand your concern, I would like to think if I was in your position my concerns would be the same.  However y/n knows about my past and my dating history.  She knows about the weekends with a different girl every night.  She knows everything, and she still trusts me to love her.” 
“You’re not good enough for her, Charles.” 
“I’m not,” Charles agrees, much to Toto's surprise.  “But I'm putting in the work to be good enough for her.  I’m trying my best to be enough for her, and I will do so for as long as she allows me.”  Charles is a very traditional person, and he wants to do this right.  He pulls the box from his pocket, and hands it over to Toto.  “I hope it's for the rest of our lives.” 
Toto opens the box, and there is the most stunning engagement ring.  “I wanted to ask for your blessing sir,” Charles says, “but regardless if you give it or not, I’m going to ask her to marry me.” 
Toto is at a complete loss for words, he’s not sure what to say next. 
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Lesser of Two Evils pt3 - Charles Leclerc
Charles Leclerc x Toto Wolff’s daughter!reader , side pairing: Max Verstappen x Toto Wolff’s daughter!reader
Probably the longest wait ever for a final part. I think I’d started writing this and just lost my way with it. But this series has got a bit of attention recently and I figured since I had some of it written up. I’d just finish it and upload. 
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Morning came around and y/n didn’t make a break for it before he woke up this time. In fact Charles woke up to find her gaze practically laser focused in on him. Then she raised her hand to just cupped his cheek, rubbing a thumb against the dimple that appears when he smiles at her. 
But even after the peaceful wake up, she whispered that she’d need to leave, but this time she left him and there was a few messages. Days apart between conversations but they kept it up and within two races she was in the paddock trying to get herself away from Toto.
“I hear you and y/n have been talking a lot.” Lewis states as they stand together waiting for the driver’s parade.
“She told you?”
Not very in character for y/n to be spreading her all secrets.
“Y/n tells me everything. I’m like the human form of a diary for her.” Lewis smirks and he knows he’s annoying Charles because he’s essentially just told the Monegasque that he knows much more than Charles could probably even wish to know. “I’ve known y/n a long time. Just...make sure you’re keeping it up with what you’re doing.”
“So my chances aren’t bad?” Charles smiles feeling a little better about the whole situation. Lewis’ smile says enough for him to feel confident about it. “Max likes her too. He is champion, that’s a lot to work against and she enjoys upsetting her dad a lot.”
“I’ve known y/n a long time. She’s not the type to make anything easy and she’s certainly not the type to be impressed by a championship winner. When I won my 7th, she turned to me and said “it’s only seven, Schumacher got there first” then told me to find her when I’ve beat the legend not equalled him.”
“You have more-”
“She doesn’t care about race wins. Apparently when you have so many it’s stops being impressive when you win them.”
Charles almost wants to point out the flaw in that since every race win Lewis gets, he’s beating his own record. But it’s been quite a while since they were a witness to that.
“Anyway, my point it that you just need to give her the time. She knows what she could lose if she fumbles with you.” Lewis states earning a dimpled smile while he nods at him.
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The reassurance Lewis lasted about 3 hours. then her found y/n in conversation with Max, sure it wasn’t actually just Max. It was Max, Yuki and Liam. Apparently she’s collecting Red Bull drivers like Pokemon in conversation. But she’s only actually looking at Max and really talking directly to him more than the others.
That’s just the jealousy speaking. 
“Are you eavesdropping?” Carlos asks making Charles turn like he’s just been caught doing something borderline illegal. 
“No.” 
Carlos’ slightly evil grin lets Charles know that he got away with nothing for saying that.
“Y/n!” Carlos calls out making her whip around.
“Carlos!” Y/n exclaims excitedly as he walks to her and picks the young woman up in a hug. “How have you been? It’s been ages since I got to talk to you properly.”
“That is because I am not Max or Charles.” Carlos jokes placing her back down and looking at him for a moment, an expression of warning to play his next cards carefully with what he says. “You should come to the Ferrari team if you are going to betray your father.”
“Red Bull is the enemy. She annoys him more with us.” Max laughs earning a small eye roll from y/n though he can’t see her. Her gaze floats across to behind Carlos and she sees Charles. 
“Charlie.” Y/n smiles moving to him. “I have been meaning to talk to you. Can we walk?”
The lack of subtlety doesn’t go amiss to anyone and Charles’ gaze flicking to Max who looks to have accepted his loss on this occasion. Though that doesn’t mean he’s happy about it.
“You don’t hide jealousy well.” Y/n smiles linking her hand with Charles’ as they walk and he surprises himself with how tightly he latches onto her. “I’ve been thinking, very hard actually. Which honestly doesn’t usually have much of a good outcome.”
“This time is different?” Charles asks almost hating how hopeful he sounds. He’s been pining after this woman for months and most people would (and have) said that he needs to count his lucky stars that she has not finally pursued him. 
“I hope so.” Y/n smiles lightly then nudging him lightly. “I know I’ve not been the most admirable person. I’ve spent my life doing things to get my dad’s attention because he’s given more attention to motorsport than he’s ever thought to give to me. I liked attention from you and all the drivers because I thought it was nice to get the attention from all of you. Especially when it got his attention too.”
Charles can see her mind trying to refind her point in the mess of words rushing from her lips. Y/n finally stops, scrunching up her face in frustration before she lets out a heavy sigh.
“Things changed with you...and I don’t want to mess things up because I thought playing games was going to be ok. But now I realise I was probably hurting you...and it’s hard knowing I hurt someone I really like.” Y/n explains then swallowing thickly as she smiles lightly at him. “I was hoping I could convince you to go on a date with me. My treat, my idea. I’ll handle everything. Just...us and hopefully a chance to to prove that I’m...not a horrible person like I may have acted like I am.”
“No one has ever thought you’re horrible.” Charles states with a small frown making her look at him for a moment. “I want to go on a date with you. I want to go on a lot of dates with you.”
“Sounds like we might need to make some more plans together then.” Y/n smiles lightly then swallowing thickly. “I’m going to be better. I promise you.”
“You don’t need to change yourself for me, mon cherie.” Charles smiles making her swallow thickly before he kisses her softly. The spaced closed between them leaving a settled feeling in her stomach erupt into butterflies, she can’t help smiling into it.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Toto’s voice exclaims making her shift looking at her dad though as she does both herself and Charles find themselves getting a thumbs up from Lewis beside her dad. 
“Calm down dad. It could’ve been Max.” Y/n dismisses earning a glare but he does keep himself silence since he really does know to count his luck. The sort of things that could come from y/n being involved with Max, though that doesn’t mean he’s eager for y/n to be with anyone. 
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vettelinyourarea · 1 year
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lavender haze - toto wolff
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genre: fluff, slight angst(?)
word count: 1,061
inspired by lavender haze by taylor swift
warning: s-word, age-gap, english is not my first language
this is the first fict i've ever written
Meet me at midnight
Staring at the ceiling with you
Oh, you don’t ever say too much
And don’t really read into
My melancholia
You have been seeing Toto for a couple of months now. Nothing official, just a little date here and there. One day though, when you and Toto went on a date in Monaco, you both were caught by a paparazzi and it’s messy from that point. 
Here you are, at 2:30 am, sitting in your bed, mentally debating whether to send the message you have typed to the man you have come to care deeply in such a short amount of time.
I don’t think I can handle this, Toto.
By 3:00 am, the man himself is standing at your door. You didn’t expect him to be awake when you send the message 30 minutes earlier. But here he is, hugging you in your bedroom. Holding you while you cried on his chest. 
You have come to realized how different your lives are. Him, being the team principal of a big Formula 1 team, he is used to the media and the press. He is used to all of the public attention. But you’re just a student. Taking your master’s degree, you are not used to the public attentions and the press. 
But he’s here, comforting you. He’s here, coming to your apartment at 3 am just because you texted him. He’s here, despite all of the crazy schedule he has tomorrow. And he’s here, hugging you, comforting you, whispering to you.
“You’re okay, love. I’m here, I will always be here with you.”
I’ve been under scrutiny
You handle it beautifully
All this shit is new to me
I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me
When you first agreed to go on a date with Toto, you knew your relationship would not be the easy one. Having a relationship with someone way older than you is not easy for anyone, let alone the fact that he is a popular Austrian billionaire that will always gather a lot of attention wherever he goes.
Slut, gold digger, you called it. You knew some people would call you those disgusting things the moment they caught glimpse of you two holding hands. But knowing the fact in advance doesn’t make it easier for you. But still, neither of you care about the public perceptions. Because you and Toto knew for a fact that your feelings for each other is real. Both of you have fall in too deep with each other. You both also knew for a fact that the relationship you both have currently would become official in no time. 
The hate, the criticism. Those things only make you fell deeper for the man who is currently sleeping besides you.
All they keep asking me
Is if I’m gonna be your bride
The only kinds of girl they see
Is a one night or a wife
I find it dizzying
They’re bringing up my history
But you aren’t even listening
Going out on a busy weekend night is definitely not your smartest decision. But do you care? Not really. You do get annoyed when paparazzi started to follow you and ask questions about your relationship with Toto. Even though the guy is not even with you at the moment. You would have no problem to talk about the man you have grown to love, but not with them. Not in the situation like now.
You and Toto have officially been in a relationship for 6 months now and the press knew it already. But all they keep asking you is when are you and Toto going to get married. As if marriage is the only kind of romantic relationship. Of course, you grew tired of it, but you held on, not telling Toto about how uncomfortable you are.
But when the press starts to bring up your past relationships, all hell break loose. Toto was the first one to found out about the articles. No, he is not mad at you, of course. “I’m not mad at you, love. Why would I be mad at you because of your past? You are mine and I am yours now,” he said when you asked him.
And that is the truth. He is mad, no scratch that, he is furious at the media because why would they dig deep into your past life? You are not a public figure. You are in the public light because you love him. “I’m sorry that you have to go through these because of me,” he said one night while holding you. “Why would you apologize? I chose to love you first,” you had answered. And he kissed you softly as a reply, and you feel one single tear from his eyes, drop on your cheek. 
Talk your talk and go viral
I just need this love go spiral
You and Toto were having dinner at his house when he first asked your permission to talk about your relationship publicly. People knew about your relationship, of course, but neither of you have ever talked about it to the public. It was one year after your relationship become official. With his age, you knew your relationship with him would get serious very quickly. 
You also don’t care if your relationship become public or stay private, really. You just want to love him and be loved by him. And you already knew how in love he is with you, even without announcing it to the world. You don’t care about what the public thinks of your relationship. With that being said, of course you let him to talk about it.
So, on the next day when he has an interview, he openly talks about your relationship for the first time.
“Yeah, she’s everything I need and she’s the one who keeps me sane in this crazy world.”
That lavender haze
I just wanna stay
I just wanna stay
In that lavender haze
You are sitting with Toto in your shared house. After 4 years of dating and 2 years of marriage, he somehow still managed to give you butterfly. After all those years together, he somehow still managed to take your breath away when you looked at him. Even after all those hard years together with him, you both are still in that lavender haze.
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thatsdemko · 10 months
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I think he knows - g.russell
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masterlist
t-swift inspired works list
requested: n
pairings: George russell x Wolff!fem!reader
warnings: none???
a/n: I’m so sorry the plot is hella slow 🥲 I also really don’t love this fic. feedback is always appreciated x
He got that boyish look that I like in a man
It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands
he may not have picked it up at first, but it didn’t take him long to notice your eyes lingered on him longer than most.
that when he walked into the garage your whole mood changed, despite how hard you tried to make it not obvious, he knew. or at least, he began to know.
you spend a lot of time together, whether it’s around the paddock, in the hospitality, or at your fathers summer house— which is where you are now.
he’s sipping on a beer, standing next to Toto at the grill, two of them chatting about upcoming races and whatever seems to entertain them. jack bolts in front of you, heading out the back door where he spotted George, “Georgie porgie!” he screams, arms locking around his thin legs.
“who taught you that nickname?” he looks up from the little boy at you shrugging, little blush warming your face.
“you should’ve known to never trust me when you told me that.” you smile softly, your fingers nervously playing with the ends of your hair as you stand with the two listening in on their conversation.
Toto is talking about an important FIA event that the Mercedes team will have to attend, it’s not in anyone’s interests to go, but it’s mandatory and your father marked George for him and a plus one. neither of you know that he did this on purpose. because you see, Toto is like everyone else, tired of seeing his own daughter so madly in love with a boy who’s so oblivious. so yes, he’s willing to push you both towards each other if neither of you will do it yourselves.
“and I’ve got you marked for a plus one.”
you watch George’s eyes widen, they dart between him and susie, who just stepped out onto the porch with a drink for you, “a plus one? when did I ever indicate I had someone?”
Susie’s hand rests against your arm, “well why don’t you just take y/n? that way I can be Toto’s plus one and won’t have to fight for the seat.” she smiles brightly between the two of you, it’s too rehearsed. you notice something was up with their behavior, but George doesn’t.
“that seat can be yours, I’ll just stay home and watch jack.” you look down at the little boy, he’s on the patio wood panel playing with his trucks and formula one cars beside George’s feet.
Toto turns from the grill, shaking his head, “George has an extra seat just go with him.” he pats his driver on the back, and when you go to lock eyes, you notice his have already been on you. it makes your heart nearly skip a beat, how long had he been looking?
“George has to ask me, not have you two do it for him.”
all dinner he steals quick glances at you. each time he does, he watches your eyes break from his when he looks up at you. he’s definitely beginning to figure there’s something worth looking at whether it’s behind him or beside him, but it’s when your two drinks in and your eyes stay longer he figures, it’s him.
it’s him you’re looking at the whole time. it’s him you’re fixating on, not begging for him to look your way, just taking in every beautiful feature of his face. like the crease in his smile, the way he laughs, and the way his eyes light up around jack. you pick it all up, you want that of a man. you think there’s no one more perfect than him.
the meals are cleaned off everyone’s plates. Susie and Toto are inside cleaning, leaving you and george to build a fire while jack plays on his swing set.
he brushes past you, heading for the pile of newspapers and throws them at the bottom of the pit, while you stack wood the way your father taught you.
“it’ll be a nice fire?” he looks over at you, watching you struggle with the lighter. he reaches over and presses the button, watching a flame nearly take the ends of your hair. he’s quick to pull your hair behind your shoulders, two of you nervously laughing about the flame.
finally lighting the fire you take a seat next to George, two of you watching the orange and red flames dance around the pit, feeling the breeze of the air pick up.
“I’m going to go grab a sweatshirt, can you watch jack?”
“here just take mine.” he doesn’t give you time to reply, he’s pulling the neckline of the crewneck, it brushes over his dirty blond hair. you watch his t-shirt underneath rise up a little showing off his abs, that he loves to show off all the time, and soon enough the soft material is placed in your lap.
“all yours.” he smiles watching your eyes flicker up from his black t-shirt up to meet his greenish blue ones, you can’t help but lean a little closer when you thank him.
it’s now his turn to watch you throw on his sweatshirt, watching the way you rise a bit out of the chair to throw on the soft cotton material. the way it messes your perfectly curled hair, and how you wrap the material closer against your body, “thanks, Georgie.”
he reaches over, combing some of the strains of your hair out of your face, he feels his own smile pull wider seeing how dilated your pupils were, it’s so obvious. you really do like him, “what do you say, you want to be my plus one?”
“I would love to.”
“I knew you’d say that.”
He got my heartbeat
Skipping down 16th Avenue
Got that, oh! I mean
Wanna see what's under that attitude
Like, I want you, bless my soul
And I ain't gotta tell him
I think he knows
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warnersister · 10 months
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Toto Wolff x Pilot!Reader
Toto Wolff x Reader
Summary: when Toto Wolff accidentally makes his instagram page public, the world meets a new side to Toto Wolff, including an intimate side no one expects.
totowolff added to their story!
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charlieboy<3
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charlieboy<3: WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT TOTO MAKING HIS PAGE PUBLIC AND A 4 YEAR LONG RELATIONSHIP WITH THIS GIRL?!?!?!
📍: what the fuck land
🏷️: totowolff
❤️: f1fan, totolover, mercedesfans and 87,645 others
💬:
totosgf: I KNOW OMG I NEED TO KNOW MORE
-> f1wagfan: totosgf SAME WHO IS SHE
mercfan: I think he made it public accidentally😭😭😭
-> f1one: mercfan he defo did
wagsof1: is she a pilot????
-> charlieboy<3: wagsof1 I NEED TO KNOW
totowolff
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totowolff: there she goes again, see you in six months, meine liebe. Fly safe❤️
📍: RAF BASE
🏷️: youruser
❤️: lewishamilton, youruser and 56,859 others
💬:
youruser: miss you already
-> totowolff: youruser heartbroken💔
lewishamilton: love you yn, stay safe on deployment❤️❤️
-> youruser: lewishamilton thank you Lewis, will try to get to a race later this season!!❤️
f1fan: OMG WE WERE RIGHT SHE IS A PILOT OMG
-> totofan: f1fan AN RAF PILOT TOO OMFG
totosgf: I CANT BELIEVE THIS HOW DID NO ONE NOTICE IT???
-> pilotworld: totosgf they have done really well to keep it quiet, they are probably prioritising her safety
totosgf
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totosgf: GUYS I FOUND HER INSTA @/youruser
📍: happy land
🏷️: youruser, totowolff
❤️: f1fanz, charlieboy<3, f1one and 26,785 others
💬:
f1fanz: did she make her account public too?
-> charlieboy<3: f1fanz I don’t think either of them understand how to use insta😭😭
f1one: I’m kind of worried, they obviously wanted privacy.
-> formulafan: f1one I think so too, she’s got a very important job
-> f1waggs: formulafan yeah we need to learn to respect people’s lives and leave them alone.
totowolffffff: I agree with everyone’s comments, but look how cute she is😭😭😍
totosgf: JUST REALISED THIS BUT OMG THEY’RE MARRIED!!!!!
-> click to view 23,958 responses to this comment.
f1wags
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f1wags: Toto Wolff & (wife) Yn Wolff have privated their pages.
📍: f1
🏷️: youruser, totowolff
❤️: totosgf, f1fanz, fanoff1 and 86,750 others
💬:
totosgf: alright, own up. WHO TOLD THEM???
f1fanz: it was only a matter of time, I’m glad they get a bit of their privacy back
-> fanoff1: f1fanz me too😢
formulawag: I hope they’re both okay and yn gets her privacy
-> f1waggy: formulawag I hope we see her at a race at some point.
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totowolff
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totowolff: not how we wanted to announce it, but now she is off deployment and back in my arms… my wife, yn.
📍: home
🏷️: youruser
❤️: youruser, lewishamilton, maxverstappen1 and 87,735,927 others
💬:
youruser: see you all at Monaco!!
-> totowolff: youruser never letting you go again❤️
lewishamilton: love you two
-> youruser: lewishamilton thanks for your forger support Lew❤️
maxverstappen1: is your wife single?
-> totowolff: maxverstappen1 fuck off get your own.
youruser
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youruser: to the next chapter of my life you all get to see❤️
📍: Monte-Carlo Monaco
🏷️: totowolff
❤️: totowolff, charles_leclerc, charlottesiine and 10,359,092 others
💬:
totowolff: to forever with you❤️❤️
-> youruser: totowolff mein herz❤️❤️
charlottesiine: YAY CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN🥰🥰🥰
-> youruser: charlottesiine was getting very difficult staying away😭😭
lewishamilton: power couple
landonorris: woah
totowolff
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totowolff: my good luck charms❤️🍀
📍: Monte-Carlo Monaco
🏷️: youruser
❤️: youruser, f1, wagsoff1 and 9,734,895 others
💬:
youruser: dream weekend with my dream man❤️
-> totowolff: youruser mon amour❤️
wagsoff1: WAIT WAIT CHARM(S)?!?! IS THIS WHY SHE HAD A SHORT DEPLOYMENT??? IS SHE PREGNANT?!?!?!?!
-> f1fan: wagsoff1 THIS IS WHAT I WAS THINKING
-> ynfan: f1fan I love her. Omg. Little Wolff.
-> yourfan: ynfan LITTLE WOLFF YES!!!
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softtdaisy · 10 months
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can i just start by saying how excited i am for you to be doing this?? i know you're going to do an amazing job my darling💜💜🫶🫶
but you already know what i'm going to say... AND IT IS MICK + “look, the bed’s surely big enough for us both.” please🥹🥹🥹
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Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Wolff!female!reader
Words: 1110
A/n: Why did I go for a Wolff reader? I don’t know but i like it. It’s super fluffy and I hope you will love it honey 💛💛
You were the biggest fan of the rain.
Not that you really didn’t like it. As long as you were inside, watching it fall from your bed and under the cover, it was fine. But when you have to go outside…nope. Definitely not your favorite thing.
Needless to say that being Toto Wolff’s daughter didn’t help because your dad kept giving you his stress when it was raining during a race. He was stoic, you were overly stressed.
So when you looked up at the sky and saw that it was getting darker, you felt like your biggest enemy was coming back.
Good thing was, the race wasn’t today.
Bad thing was, there was a big party in the circuit right now.
Nobody seemed to really care about the rain coming. Everyone kept talking with each other. You even heard your dad laughing loudly. You rolled your eyes, he was such a show by himself. When you start looking for other people’s reaction, your eyes meet Mick’s.
Mick Schumacher.
Your dad's new protégé.
Your biggest crush so far.
You couldn’t help it. It was the way he looked at you, how he seemed to read through you with this beautiful eyes. The way he smiled and how you melt for it. The way he laughed and lighted up your whole world. The way the Mercedes merch looked so good on him.
Or how nice he was with you.
Mick never saw you as Toto’s daughter, you were you and that’s all that mattered. He was always asking about your life and you felt important in his eyes.
You watched him walk to you and could help the smile growing on your face. “I guess I’m not the only one who noticed the sudden change in the sky,” he said once he was close. You both look up to make sure you didn’t dream it.
“I don’t like that.” You pouted. He laughed at your silly face and for a good second, this sound made everything better..
But Mick didn’t had the time to reply before the first drops fell on you.
And before you could even understand, it all became chaos.
A few drops became a whole storm with thunder and wind. Glasses and plates were flying in the air. Everyone was running to leave the place. You even lost your dad. And you were awfully wet. You hated the rain.
But you weren’t alone. And Mick didn’t wait too long before putting his arm around your shoulder to make you run with him. You were following him blindly, you couldn’t see anything with the rain. And when he felt like he could hold you close like that, he immediately took your hand in his.
Now you were following him blindly but because you couldn’t think straight anymore.
“We should head to the hotel, we’ll see what we can do after. Is that alright with you?” Mick finally asked you once you were sitting in his car. It was so natural for him to make sure you agree even if it was the only thing you could do right now. He would never impose anything on you.
Especially not you.
Mick spent the whole ride thinking about what he was doing. He was bringing you to his hotel room. You.
The girl he could help but love since he laid his eyes on her. He had been trying to keep his cool since the beginning of the season.
Even when George teased him on his obvious crush.
Even when Toto gave him his blessing. One he didn’t even ask for yet.
He had no idea how the night was going to end. He acted on an impulse, seeing everyone freaking out and leaving the place. He couldn’t leave you there. He had to take you with him.
And now you were in the hotel room. His hotel room.
“Take this.” Mick gave you a shirt to change. “I don’t want you to be sick” he laughed to sound more confident. He wasn’t.
“You’re so considerate” you laughed back, as if the idea of wearing Mick’s shirt wasn’t driving you insane. “I’m calling my dad to make sure he’s alright.”
Mick waited for you, sitting on the bed. He tried to listen to your conversation but couldn’t hear anything. Would Toto ask him to bring you back to your own room? Would he be mad that he left with you without asking?
Was he planning a wedding already?
When you opened the door, Mick got up…only to fall back because he lost his balance. “Dad says thanks for taking care of me.” Yeah. Of course he’s not mad.
Mick scratched his neck. “I couldn’t leave you.” He got up again and stayed up for good this time. “Take the bed, I’ll take the sofa.”
He didn’t give you the time to answer or anything before locking himself in the bathroom. So you just had to wait by yourself. Which wasn’t too bad, actually. You finally found the time to think about what was happening here. You being alone with Mick was like a dream coming true. Nobody to look at you or make fun of you. Just you and him to see if what you wanted could become a real thing.
You were already laying in the sheets when he opened the door again. And you were breathless. Mick was shirtless, only wearing a tracksuit. His hair was wet and, of course, he put his hand in it right when he walked in front of you. He looked so pretty, like an angel. When he kneeled to grab a shirt, you decided it was now or never.
“Mick?”
“Hm? Yeah?” His head was still lost in his suitcase
“Look, the bed’s surely big enough for us both…”
He turned around suddenly. He wasn’t sure he heard it properly. Were you really offering him to sleep in the same bed? “You’re sure about that?” He asked, walking to you slowly. He put a hand on the bed, like it could disappear suddenly.
You put your hand on top of his. “Never been more sure in my life.”
It wasn’t until Mick was laying next to you that he noticed he didn’t put on his shirt. You laughed at his confusion. “Is it too much if I say you don’t have to put one?” You were taking all the risks tonight. And Mick didn’t seem to mind. He leaned towards you, approaching his face closer to yours.
“It depends. Is it too much if I’m kissing you right now?”
Maybe you changed your mind.
Maybe the rain wasn’t that terrible in the end.
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vodika-vibes · 4 months
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I need to see Papa Wolffe doting on his child rn—
A New Addition
Summary: Wolffe gets to meet his newborn several hours after she's born.
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader
Word Count: 700
Warnings: Discussions of mother's dying in child birth (what do the clones know about natborn births, after all)
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: So. Not exactly him doting on his kid, but a first introduction is not a bad way for the story to go, right?
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You stir awake at the light knock on the door, and you smile at the familiar face that pokes into the room. Familiar, in part, because Wolffe has millions of identical brothers, but also because he’s Wolffe, and you’d recognize your riduur even if he was dressed identically to his brothers.
“Hey, can I come in?”
A warm smile crosses your face, “You don’t have to ask, love.” You reply gently.
He slips into the room, silently closing the door behind him, “Just making sure.” Wolffe crosses the room and takes a seat next to you, and then he immediately reaches out and smooths some hair out of your face, “How are you feeling, cyare?”
“Exhausted.” You reply with a small smile, “But also, really good.” You lean into his touch, “How are you?”
“I wish I had been here for you.”
You hum softly, “Not your fault.”
“I still feel bad,” He takes your hand in his and brings your joined hands to his lips to press a light kiss against your fingers, his gaze is locked on the small cradle next to your hospital bed, “Is that her?”
You laugh softly, “It is. Our Ellie.” You extend your fingers to brush against his cheek, “Go on and introduce yourself.”
He starts, “Am I allowed?”
A slightly louder laugh falls from you, “She’s your daughter, Wolffe. Of course you can.”
He releases your hand and stands to walk around the bed. Once he’s at the small cradle he just stares into it for a moment, “She’s so…small.”
“She’s only a couple of hours old, riduur.”
“The Tubies never looked so small back on Kamino. Is she healthy?”
“She is. Just small. My fault, I’m afraid.” You reply with a small smile. And your smile grows as you watch him reach into the cradle to scoop the infant into his arms. 
“She looks like you,” Wolffe murmurs as he cradles Ellie in his arms.
“Really? I think she looks like you.” He turns to sit on the edge of the bed, bringing Ellie into reach. She’s still asleep. “Those Fett genes run true,” You joke quietly, as you brush a light finger against Ellie’s dark cheek, and then up through her dark curls.
“My coloring, maybe.” Wolffe allows, “but she has your features. A perfect mix of us.” He pauses, “Cyare,” He admits, his voice quiet, “I don’t know anything about being a parent-”
“Shh. Neither do I. We’ll learn together.” You smile at the baby, and then up at Wolffe, “We’re going to be fine, I know it.”
“Well, if you say so then it must be true.” Wolffe teases as he leans in and kisses your forehead, “My brothers and General Koon are in the lobby, can I take her to meet them?”
You hum thoughtfully, “Why don’t you give Ellie to me, and then you can bring them in here to meet her?” You offer.
Wolffe flashes a small grin, “Even better idea, I know they’re worried about you too. Cody made the mistake of asking General Kenobi about natborn childbirth, and they were convinced that you were going to die.”
“Well, not on Coruscant.” You admit with a tired smile as you take your baby from him.
Wolffe blinks, “Wait, what?”
“Women generally don’t die in childbirth on Coruscant unless something goes really wrong.” You clarify as you adjust Ellie on your chest, “If my midwife had been concerned, I would have reached out to the temple for help, Wolffe. So, no need to worry.”
“...okay. I’m going to go and get the others.” He kisses your forehead once more, and then he ducks his head to kiss Ellie’s head, before he circles the room again, and steps into the hallway.
Only minutes later, the room is flooded with people. General Koon immediately takes a place next to the bed to quietly talk to you while Wolffe shows Ellie off to his brothers.
And when they leave an hour later, Ellie’s picture has been taken a dozen times, and she’s been officially named as the Wolfpack’s mascot. And also the mascot for most of the other Battalions as well.
After all, she is the first niece.
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I knew you were trouble| Carlos Sainz Jr x reader
Summary: In which y/n Leclerc meets Carlos Sainz Jr for the first time
Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr x fem!Leclerc!reader
Check my Masterlist for previous parts or next parts :)
Part 1 (this fic) | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part5 |
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Y/n walked into the paddock on her way to the Mercedes garage. It was her first official day here as a Mercedes driver. She felt herself get anxious as she approached the garage.
When she arrived at the garage she walked inside greeted by her boss Toto Wolff and her teammates. “Welcome to Mercedes y/n.” She heard a British accent say. Y/n turned to look at the person who this voice belonged to and was greeted by her new teammate Lewis Hamilton. “It’s a pleasure to be here.” She confessed. “How about I lead you around the paddock. Introduce you to everyone.” Lewis said.
Y/n and Lewis walked around the paddock chatting about karting and about how y/n was nervous about her first Grand Prix. Lewis assured her that she would do amazing. “If you’re as talented as your brother than I think you will do absolutely amazing this Sunday” the Brit told her. “I just hope that I don’t screw it up or embarrass myself.” Y/n confessed. Lewis encouraged her that she would do amazing and in that moment y/n felt herself get more confident.
The Mercedes drivers arrived at the Ferrari garage. Y/n has been i in the garage before but only in Charles his part.
The both of them walked inside the garage. Getting greeted by Charles and one of the engineers. “Bonjour petite soeur.” Charles joked. Charles was 13 minutes older than y/n but he has always been acting as if he was born 2 years earlier. “Bonjour Charlie.” Y/n answered knowing that Charles hated it when people called him Charlie. Charles ignored the nickname and went on to greet Lewis.
Charles and Lewis chatted about their last race and y/n found herself getting bored. She turned around to look at the trophies that were displayed on the shelves.
Meanwhile Carlos walked into the garage greeting his teammate and the Mercedes driver. Y/n was still admiring the trophies in front of her when she was interrupted by a thick French accent. “Y/n” Charles yelled. Y/n turned around to look at her brother. “Meet Carlos Sainz he’s my teammate.” Charles introduced his teammate. “Hi it’s nice to meet you” Carlos spoke with a thick Spanish accent. “Nice to meet you too.” Y/n smiled shaking the Spaniards hand. “Are you excited for Sunday? It’s your first Grand Prix right? Carlos asked. “I’m a bit nervous but I hope it will go good.” Y/n answered. “You will do amazing I just know it.” Carlos said with a smile. Y/n looked at him and smiled.
Carlos couldn’t deny that her smile made his heart skip a beat. The way her dimples grew when she laughed. The way her eyes lit up when she was talking about something she was interested in.
Meanwhile y/n found herself falling in love with the Spaniards big brown eyes. With his smile, his soft laugh, his tall figure. This was wrong y/n thought he’s Charles’s teammate.
Y/n was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a strong British accent tell her that they had to finish their tour around the paddock. Y/n didn’t mind if they would just stay here in the Ferrari garage so that she could talk with Carlos.
The girl looked at Lewis and turned back to look at Carlos. “It was nice meeting you Carlos.” Y/n told him. “I’ll see you around y/n.” The Spaniard smiled.
Y/n and Lewis continued their tour and went back to the Mercedes garage for practice.
After a successful practice round y/n made her way back to the Ferrari garage towards her brother because he was her ride home. Y/n couldn’t deny that she was secretly hoping that Carlos was still there.
Y/n continued to walk until she heard a female voice behind her. “Hi your y/n Leclerc right?” The girl behind her asked. Y/n turned around and behind her was a blonde girl wearing a red bull jacket. “Hi yes that’s me.” Y/n answered. “I’m Valerie I drive for red bull.” Valerie told the girl. “It’s so nice to finally have another girl on the grid.” The blonde laughed. “It was kinda lonely here now that Alina is on a break.” Y/n laughed looking at the blonde in front of her. She had heard of Alina Santos. Y/n had always looked up to Alina. “It’s so nice to meet you Valerie I’ve heard a lot about you.” Y/n told her. “Only good things I hope.” Valerie joked. Y/n and Valerie chatted for a little longer. They walked together to the Ferrari garage. On their way Valerie told y/n all the gossips that she missed in the past few months. Y/n and Valerie laughed together.
When they arrived at the garage Valerie told y/n that she was going to head home. “I’ll see you tomorrow w I hope.” Valerie told y/n. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye Valerie.” Y/n smiled.
The girl walked into the now empty Ferrari garage. Y/n looked around for her brother only to realize that he had already left. “Are you looking for someone hermosa?” She heard a thick Spanish accent ask. Y/n turned around looking at the Spaniard. “I’m looking for Charles he was supposed to bring me home.” Y/n told Carlos. “Oh, Charles already left.” The Spaniard said. “If you want I can give you a lift home.” Carlos offered. “You really don’t have to I can just walk home it’s no problem.” The girl answered looking into Carlos’s beautiful eyes. “Corazón it’s really no problem. It’s already starting to get dark I think Charles would murder me if I let you walk home by yourself.” Carlos answered looking down at the younger Leclerc. Carlos insisted on bringing y/n home and after looking into his big brown eyes for too long y/n gave in.
The ride home was extremely comfortable. The two drivers chatted about the race on Sunday and shared a bit about their personal life.
Carlos pulled up to y/n’s apartment parking his car. “Thank you for the ride Carlos.” Y/n smiled looking at the Spaniard. “It’s no problem hermosa.” Carlos smiled back. The both of them looked each other in the eyes and unknowingly they felt themselves move closer toward each other. Faces only inches apart. Their eyes flickering from each others eyes towards their lips and back up. Carlos closed the gap between them putting his hands on the back of y/n’s head and pulling her closer to him. Y/n leaned in. Their lips meeting in a soft kiss. Their lips fit perfectly on top of each other. The pair kept on giving each other soft kisses before y/n pulled away looking at Carlos’s face. His lips plum and red from the kisses. His hair messy from how y/n had put her hands trough it. He looked absolutely breathtaking. Carlos looked at y/n’s face admiring how beautiful she looked. How beautiful her eyes were and how softly she looked at him. I-I’m going to go inside now.” Y/n whispered. “Y-yeah I’ll see you tomorrow.” Carlos muttered. Y/n looked at Carlos again. She looked at his eyes. His lips. Every inch of his face. She pulled his face towards her once again and their lips met in a rough but passionate kiss. They both pulled away breathing hard from the in pact of the kiss. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” Carlos murmured against her lips.
Y/n opened the car door stepping out looking at Carlos once again. The Spaniard gave her a soft smile. Y/n closed the car door walking towards the door of her apartment before walking inside her apartment closing the door behind her.
Y/n couldn’t sleep that night replaying the kiss over and over again. What was she going to do? He was her brother’s teammate after all. What were they going to tell Charles?
Carlos on the other hand couldn’t stop smiling. To him y/n was the most beautiful girl he has ever latex his eyes on.
Both of them couldn’t wait to see each other again on the paddock tomorrow. They needed to talk about this.
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peyiswriting · 25 days
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CHAPTER TWO : DANGEROUSLY IN LOVE
Pairing : Black OC! Destiny Asare x Toto Wolff
Summary : No one can escape their destiny, not even Destiny herself. - words : 7K - Chapter one - Masterlist
Warnings : toxic family dynamics, toxic relationship and age gap.
Hello beautiful people, I'm happy to see that you liked the first chapter. I can only hope that you're going to appreciate the second one as well. Of course, if you enjoyed the chapter, let me know by liking, reblogging and commenting.
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Destiny sat down at the hotel’s fine-dining restaurant with her father. The man complained the entire time about Ferrari and how his partners needed to understand his vision and be more aggressive and competitive. The entire dinner, Destiny spent her time listening to her father rant.
At some point, she started to pray for the waiters to bring the dessert faster. Her suite was calling her, she started to run out of energy. Hanging out with her father always drained her. Probably because he was too entitled, self-absorbed, and arrogant.
”I don’t know who that man thinks he is. How dare he speak about my marriage?”
”Dad, you opened the door by bringing his divorce.” Simon looked Destiny up and down with a frown.
”Whose side are you on? There’s only one correct answer.”
”I’m not defending him, just saying.”
”All of that is Renée’s fault. She always has time for random trips around the globe, but not to support the man who’s providing the lifestyle. Women… So ungrateful.”
”May I remind you that I’m also a woman?”
”I’m no fool. You’re probably going to be ungrateful when you meet a potential husband.”
”I’m not ungrateful. I just don’t like a one-sided relationship.” Simon lightly giggled before sipping on his whisky.
”There we go! Go on, tell me that I'm a bad father.”
”Dad, I’ve never said that. I just wish you were more understanding.” Even if Destiny firmly believed that he was indeed a poor father, she’d rather keep these words for herself. Providing money and luxury was the only thing he could do for his family.
”Understanding about what? It takes sacrifices to be successful. If it weren’t for my dedication, hard work, and sacrifices, you and your ungrateful mother would never live that lifestyle. You’d be like millions of people, working a 9-to-5 job for a thin check.”
”It’s not an excuse. Wealth doesn’t stop you from being a good father. Look at your peers.” Simon's eyes darkened as he slowly understood the slight undertone of the conversation.
”Say it.” He spat, directly staring at Destiny.
”Say what?” Destiny knew that she had pushed the conversation too far. There was no coming back after this one. However, the young woman knew better than to make that mistake.
”Are you going to bring Toto Wolff again? The convo isn’t about him. It’s about us as a family.” God knew how Destiny thought that Toto was indeed a better father and probably a better husband.
”My love for you is making sure that you live comfortably. If you can’t take this type of love, there’s nothing I can do for you or Renée.” He spat, finishing his whisky.
Her mother was right. This man was a lost cause. He will never change. Instead of pursuing the conversation with a man who clearly had no intention of listening, she chose silence.
”Talking about Renée. I’ve made a decision. If she’s not willing to play her supportive role, she’ll have to stay at home. No more trips.” Destiny controlled herself to not roll her eyes.
”It's called financial abuse.” Destiny boldly declared as Simon rose from his chair, dropping some cash on the table to pay for dinner.
”Well, if she’s too mad, she can still go back to work, right? That PhD is getting dusty.” Destiny's throat tightened. Her mother never mentioned a PhD. Suddenly, the young woman felt betrayed, lost between two selfish parents. Simon stared at Destiny with another frown on his face.
”Oops. Instead of travelling, she should sit down with you and share her story. No, she’d rather play the victim. Anyway, I booked you a business flight ticket to go back home. I’m going to Italy very early in the morning with the private jet.” He said with a hand on Destiny’s shoulder.
Simon leaned near her ear and whispered, ”Have a nice flight, and thanks for your presence. It worked wonderfully for my image. People cannot shut up about how beautiful you are.” Simon tapped her shoulder before vanishing from the restaurant.
Destiny’s head suddenly felt too heavy. Her father’s antics were not new, but her mother lying about her past life was unexpected. Why would she hide that information from her? Probably because Destiny would encourage her to divorce and get her own money. Something that Renée did not want to hear.
She was too busy living that lavish lifestyle full of luxury items, exclusive events and family trips. When Destiny thought that the day could not be longer, the universe proved her wrong. She barely touched her dessert. Instead, she opted for a good night of sleep to forget about that horrendous day and her parents.
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Destiny left the hotel right after enjoying the breakfast’s buffet. It was not her first time in Miami, but this time she could confirm that she hated that city. Destiny could not wait to go back to Monte Carlo, her haven of peace.
No paps, no huge crowds, except for the Grand Prix, the lovely weather, the good restaurants, the calm shops, and the nice hotels. The perfect city to live a peaceful and wealthy life. Both parents being absent meant complete and full peace. Something Destiny rarely had. Therefore, she would cherish every single second of it.
Destiny cautiously walked towards her seat in business class. The multiple bags in her arms only complicated the task. If only she had not bought those unneeded items. Still, Destiny hardly regretted her little shopping spree. Most of the time, it was her copying mechanism for dealing with emotionally immature parents. A few Lego sets and kits for adults, and some lingerie, would not harm anyone. Not even her comfortable bank account. As the stewardess helped Destiny with her handbag, she unintentionally hit a man with her Lego bag.
”Sorry, sir.” She said without paying much attention. Once she sat down, her eyes widened when she noticed the person sitting next to her for the next twelve hours. Why did the universe want to attach her to Formula 1 so badly? Toto silently chuckled when his eyes fell on her.
”Destiny, you need to stop following me.“ The young woman laughed at the remark. His thick German accent added some charm to his words.
”I could say the same.”
”Not really, I usually take the private jet, but unforeseen events happen to everybody.” He replied while securing his belt.
”Well, welcome back among common people.” Destiny ironically said.
”Unlike your father, I don’t mind taking commercial flights. He’d die without a private jet.”
Destiny knew that it was wrong, but she ended up giggling. The seriousness in his tone only accentuated the comment.
”It’s very risky to criticise your best enemy in front of his daughter.”
Toto shrugged with a grin. ”You can tell him. I don’t care.”
”No, thanks. I still want the freedom to travel on commercial flights if I want to. My father knowing that I’ve sat next to you won’t help my case.”
”You can install a barrier, right? That way, you won’t have to interact with me.”
”No, I’m okay. Your rivalry is none of my business.” Destiny replied while comfortably buckling her seatbelt.
"Good, because I had no intention to waste my time talking about Simon.” Toto replied, opening his briefcase to extract some documents and a pair of glasses. At this point, Destiny ignored that a simple pair of glasses could accentuate somebody’s charisma.
Each time she stared at him, her mind wondered how someone could be so charming without doing that much.He was simple, contrary to the types of men she was often around. Most of the men she hung out with were anything but simple. 
The mature man focused on the papers before him, not paying attention to the hostesses instructions. Destiny wondered if he would spend the twelve hours working. If that were the case, she would not be surprised. Such a position in Formula 1 was extremely demanding. Her own father was the proof of it.
”Are you going to work during the entire flight?” Toto curiously stared at the young woman. He was surprised and slightly confused by her question.
”Why not? We have a car to improve.”
”No offence, but I highly doubt that someone who hasn’t rested can be that productive. Especially not during twelve consecutive hours.” Toto opened his mouth before closing it. He looked intrigued by Destiny’s assumptions.
”How do you know I haven’t slept?" Destiny shrugged, knowing that her honesty could be misinterpreted.
”It looks like it. Not to be rude.” She replied with the kindest voice possible. Toto looked at her and his papers before putting them back where they belonged. The man looked destabilised by Destiny’s blunt reply. Toto was more used to people cautiously choosing their words around him.
Without realising, Toto quickly sunk into work. The family-work balance he previously established shattered after the divorce. He was not used to coming home to an empty house. Instead of marinating with his thoughts, he preferred to throw his entire mind, body, and soul into his CEO and team principle job.
Destiny noticed how Toto got lost in his thoughts, and decided to pull him out of the vicious circle. ”Sir?” Toto made a grimace at Destiny.
”Call me, Toto, please. I feel old when you call me Sir.” Destiny lightly giggled at the tone of his voice. He truly sounded annoyed with Sir.
”It can’t be that bad. You’re not that old.” Destiny lightly turned her body towards him, opening the door for a longer discussion. Even if she knew his age range, she could not tell his exact age.
”Come on, how old do you think I am?”
”Hum. 47 or 46.” Toto chuckled loudly enough for the stewardess to glance at him.
”You’re too polite, Destiny. I highly doubt this is a sincerity problem because you told me I looked tired two minutes ago.” Destiny grinned. Her sincerity and straightforwardness often intimidated more than they caused admiration.
”What’s your age, then?”
”I’m turning 52 next year, in January.”
”Yeah, my father is older than you. So it’s not that bad.”
”He’s only a few years older. It’s no big deal.”
”No, it’s more than a few years. He’s turning 60 next year.” Toto shrugged, slightly turning his body towards Destiny. She could say that the man did not care about Simon’s age.
”All of that to say that 52 isn't old. Not when men's life expectancy in Monaco is 88 years old. Also, billionaires tend to live longer.” Destiny explained with a half-grin. Toto smiled back while intensely looking at her.
”It might be the case, but not for Formula 1 team principles. I can guarantee you, Destiny.” Toto looked to his left, glancing at the window for a moment. Destiny knew how stressful and draining that job could be. Simon was good at hiding signs of weakness, but Destiny knew. The man was stressed, pressed, and tensed. The level of pressure, especially for teams like Ferrari, Mercedes, or Red Bull, was pretty intense. The divorce he went through more than a year ago probably did not help. Toto finally came back to his senses and turned to Destiny.
”How old are you, Destiny?”
”28.”
"Really, I thought you were 21 or 20.” Destiny cracked a smile. People often thought that she was younger because she looked athletic and took extremely good care of herself. Toto pursed by asking her what she was doing and what her passions and leisures were.
Destiny loved every bit of their conversation, for once someone genuinely cared about her as a person. Not Simon’s Asare daughter, not the daughter of a billionaire, not a fashion influencer, not somebody’s ex or fling. Just Destiny.
Most of the time, men pretended to care, only to get some sexual or romantic benefit. Destiny knew her worth, beauty, status, and name. More than one man tried to be linked to her for their own personal gain. Her private life and her mysterious side always attracted people. For some reason, she ignored, people were obsessed with it. Sometimes, more than her work which pissed her off to an extent.
Destiny was the flirty type. She liked to have fun without commitment. Usually, she found most men not worthy of exclusivity. Lack of emotional intelligence, empathy, communication skills, honesty, intelligence, discipline... The list could go on. Destiny was very cautious about who she considered for a serious relationship. 
She was terrified to end up miserable like her parents. In fact, she dared to dream of marriage based on mutual support, love, partnership, and friendship. Yet, marriage was not an obsession of hers. If it happened good, if it did not she still would live her best life. 
Her only serious relationship ended terribly because of Simon. In his head, his daughter could only date the sons of billionaires, millionaires, CEOs, or anyone whose net worth was greater than 150 million dollars. It would be even better if the future husband had similar wealth without outpacing Simon who enjoyed being the main character in the room. 
Destiny, at the time, did her best to protect her relationship from the world and her controlling father. However, the paparazzis once decided that her secret had been kept long enough. She still remembers to this day how her parents reacted—the disappointment on their faces.
”A rapper! Really? That’s the best you can do.” Simon almost screamed at the top of his lungs.
”His name is Skepta. He’s pretty famous and talented in the UK, but, honey, you can do so much better. Look, you can date Carlos Sainz or Charles Leclerc.” Renée said with a smooth voice, which made Simon enraged.
”Are you crazy, Renée? She’s not dating athletes or entertainers. Last time, I introduced you to an heir. His family comes from wealth, and they own many companies around the world. What do you want more? Women would kill for your spot. No, instead, you’d rather give your time to questionable men.”
”I wasn’t interested. He was too boring for me.” Destiny bravely responded to her parents’s biggest shock. Simon had had enough of her attitude. There was nothing more he hated than being contradicted. No one else held the truth expect him.
”One phone call, and his career is over. Break up with him. You have two weeks.”
”That’s not fair! Why would you do that?” Destiny knew her words held no value for her parents.
”I didn’t work my arse off for you to date thugs.” Destiny rose from her chair with a disgusted look on her face.
”A thug? He’s.not.a.thug. He’s a rapper. I’m not breaking up with him. I like him.”
”Well, tell him that he should look for a 9-to-5 job. His career is over. Two weeks. Not one more day.” Her father spat before slamming the living room door.
Renée looked at Destiny with a smirk on her face. ”Destiny, honey, you had fun with better suitors. What’s wrong with you? A gorgeous woman like you should pull up the top 1%. You and I know that most entertainers don’t belong there.” Destiny took a step back when her mother tried to touch her hair.
”I’m not like you. Joseph has been there for me more than you two have ever been or will be. He  sincerely cares and listens to me.” Renée’s gentle facial traits vanished, replaced by a threatening stare.
”Don’t you ever talk to me like that. For once, I’m on your father's side. That man has a whole child, and he’s too old for you. Do better, period!” She concluded before going into the kitchen.
Three days later, she broke up with the rapper, explaining to him that she preferred to focus on herself for the moment. Destiny still remembered how he begged her to think again. How the pain covered his face as he listened to her words. ”I’m sorry, Joseph.” Destiny knew how hard this man worked to build that career. It would be selfish to let her tyrannic father ruin it all in the name of love.
”Is everything alright, Destiny? Or does the old man speak too much?” Destiny chuckled while shaking her head.
”Stop, Toto. I’ll listen to you as long as you don’t talk about F1.” The young woman grinned, which made Toto smile and extend his hand. ”Deal, no work talk.”
”No work talk.” She proclaimed before shaking his hand. The small gesture created a sudden heat in her body. His hands were soft and big, the way she liked them. The intensity of his stare, the wave of excitement that took over intrigued her. The flight is going to be more interesting than she thought.
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Three hours have passed since the flight took off. Three hours that Destiny and Toto have been chatting non-stop. In comparison to men of her age, he had great conversations, good knowledge, and good advice. If only her own father could speak to Destiny like he does. From sports, to fashion, to cars, to Monte Carlo, to books, to trips, to family, to food, they both talked about anything that came to their minds.
Toto raised his champagne glass in her direction. ”To Destiny, who’s way cooler and more mature than Simon.” Destiny laughed at the shade he threw at her father. 
”To Toto, the man who abandoned his private jet to join the rest of us.”
”You’re a good fighter, Destiny.” He grinned before sipping on champagne.
After some glasses of champagne and wine, tongues have loosened. Before she realised it, Toto mentioned his ex-wife, Susie. ”It’s so weird coming home to no one. Usually, I come home and rant to Susie, but now I don’t know.”
”I’m sorry, Toto.”
”No, it’s okay. It’s a part of life. We're still good friends.” Destiny smiled again. She wondered what a marriage like theirs looked like behind closed doors. All she knew was the toxicity that her parents cultivated. She could not imagine her parents divorcing and being friends. Shit, they could not even be friends while married.
”It’s good to hear. That’s rare.”
”I know, but I can’t ever be mad at Susie. She’s truly a fantastic woman, and I wish her nothing but the best in this new life.”
”I’m pretty sure she feels the same about you.” Destiny whispered, maintaining eye contact with the man on her side.
”I hope so.” He nervously laughed before finishing his wine. Even if the urge to know the cause of the divorce tortured her, she preferred to stay quiet. Minding her own personal business was always the best option.
”Hum. Maybe you should spend time with your kids. I’m pretty sure that you can rant to them.” Toto smiled again. By his facial expressions and reactions, Destiny knew that he enjoyed talking to her. He was more calm and relaxed since the plane took off.
”It’s going to be complicated. They’re busy with work or school.”
”A phone call is enough.” Destiny confidently responded. As a kid who never or rarely got phone calls from her father, she knew what it could mean.
”Thank you, Destiny. You have a beautiful name, by the way.”
”Thanks! All credit goes to my mother.”
Toto raised his glass in the air, ”To Destiny’s mother. What’s her name?”
”Renée.”
”To Renée.” He joyfully said before drinking the last drops of wine. 
”I'll stop here for the day. You’re a bad influence, Destiny. All that alcohol.” Toto put his glass on his table and ran his hand through his hair.
Destiny chuckled while rolling her eyes. ”Of course, it’s my fault. You’re the one who wanted us to try the various wines and champagnes.”
”Don’t say that to your parents.” He leaned in, murmuring in her face. The two of them laughed again, smelling one another's alcoholic breaths.
”You’re safe, Mr. Wolff. I wouldn’t want you to cause trouble.”
”Stop it, Destiny. Why do you want me to feel so old?”
”I don’t know... I’m amused.” The young woman said, finishing her wine. A comfortable silence settled between them. Destiny stole a glance after a minute, only to see him lost in his thoughts again. She looked down. The divorce still affected him. There were no doubts. Perhaps the lack of company—who knows? By the way he spoke highly of Susie, she could tell that he still had affection for her.
”You should sleep, Toto.”
”No, I have more questions for you.”
”Tell me.”
”Is that a Lego bag you hit me with?” Destiny rolled her eyes with a smirk.
”Rolling eyes is rude, young lady.”
”Calling me a young lady is old school, elderly man.” Both of them stared at each other for a few seconds before laughing out loud. Destiny loved to tease, and she was glad that Toto understood her sense of humor. However, she often kept that trait of character for herself. No one knew how teasing she could be. Expect her best friend, Alisha. It felt good to have someone who understood.
”To reply to your question, yes, it’s a Lego bag. I love building adults sets. I find it relaxing.” Toto curiously turned to Destiny, wondering if she was joking or not. His reaction looked priceless, worthy of a meme. Destiny grabbed the yellow bag and put the Ferrari Daytona Lego out. Toto attentively examined the box with a head nod.
”Books, now Legos... What else are you hiding, Destiny?” He asked with a genuine smile.
”Hum. I love to bake. Not cook, just bake. Bread is my favourite thing to do.”
”I wouldn’t know where to start to save my life.”
”I can feel it.” Destiny teasingly replied, which earned her a fake death glare with a smirk.
”You’re getting too comfortable, Destiny. I might tell your father that we were plane neighbours.”
Destiny shook her head with a half-smirk. ”No way. I know you value peace.”
”And you’re right. Anyway, let’s see what’s hard those adult Legos are.” Destiny loved his curiosity and interests in her hobbies. It warmed her heart. Her own father ignored that she enjoyed Legos. He was too busy with his own person to care about her. For once, she had someone who cared, and she would take it, even for a few hours.
The pair spent two hours building the brick car. Definitely the funniest time she had for the longest moment. She was amused at seeing him lose patience from time to time. Once they finished, they talked about more serious subjects such as life goals, aspirations, and desires.
Both of them felt grateful and good for the random coincidence. Without it, they probably would never have had the chance to exchange on such a level. 
Destiny liked Toto’s mind and way of thinking as much as Toto liked her intelligence, maturity, and perspectives. She was one of the most interesting people he had met in recent months. Until the end, none of them ever got bored or drained with the continual conversations. Two hours later, they fall asleep after trying to watch a movie. The commentary would just never happen as alcohol consumed them.
****
After twelve long hours of flight, they finally landed in Nice, a French city located thirty minutes away from Monte Carlo. Simon had already planned every single detail of the trip. From the second she exited the airport, a personal chauffeur would be waiting for her. Simon wanted to make sure that his daughter would indeed go home and not hang out with ”questionable people.”
The fact that both parents were absent was enough to make her stay at home the entire time. As they left the plane, Toto helped her with her luggage. Destiny never had to lift a fingernail to get her hand luggage from the cabin. The young brunette could not help herself and made a joke: ”The old man is still strong.” Toto gave a dark glare before chuckling.
”Don’t make me hate you, Destiny.”
Destiny thought that Toto would say goodbye to her on the plane, but they were still talking. Both of them were cautious enough to not walk side by side. Nowadays, people could make the craziest assumptions based on a picture on social media. She refused to risk her peace out of carelessness.
Toto and Destiny patiently waited for their luggage. Both of them yawned multiple times due to their little resting time. A part of Destiny felt bad for keeping him awake with Legos and conversations.
Still, she did not regret anything as they had a great time. The type of quality time she rarely had. Destiny spotted her luggage on the carrousel and tried to grab it, but Toto was quicker than her. The man gently moved her to the side to handle it.
”Thank you, Toto.” He simply nodded before grabbing his own belongings.
”Destiny, it was a pleasure meeting you. Since you hate our sport, I’m not sure if we’re ever going to meet.” He whispered directly, staring at her.
”No, I’ll be back. I agreed to support my father more this year.” Destiny replied with an eye roll.
”Don’t worry, we’re already halfway through the season.”
”Thank God.” She lightly giggled while rearranging her cap. Due to her tiredness, she’d rather not be recognised or asked for pictures.
”Maybe next time you’ll ignore me to prove your loyalty to Simon.”
Destiny shook her head with a chuckle. ”I’m not that type of woman, sir. I mean, Toto, sorry.”
”You’re too polite, Destiny.” Toto placed a hand on Destiny’s shoulder. She hated how her body reacted to his touch, she knew what it meant. Her brain begged her to drop the idea. It was a dangerous and risqué one.
”See you, Toto.”
”See you very soon, Destiny.” Toto replied with a grin on his face. Destiny wondered why he insisted on the soon, but eventually preferred to walk away from him. The future will tell...
****
Destiny peacefully sang while applying her night serum. There was nothing more she enjoyed than silence, peace, and a healthy environment. Something her parents made sure to ruin every time they were around. In the coming days, she would make sure to relax as much as she could. Her ringtone interrupted Destiny's thoughts. As long as Mom or Dad did not appear on her screen, she would be fine.
Destiny’s mood improved when she read Alisha on the screen. Her best friend. One of the rarest people in the world she liked and enjoyed spending time with. Contrary to many people she met, Alisha was her authentic self. She could not care less about Destiny’s status, fame, money, or father.
A sense of nonchalance that Destiny immediately liked. The young woman was tired of hypocritical environments where people would smile in your face only to talk behind your back or sell information to the press. Alisha was more of a what you see is what you get person.
Personality traits that sometimes caused her to trend on Twitter. Usually, people were more interested in Alisha's #SpeakYourTruth podcast than her music career. Alisha was more of a niche artist. She had a solid fanbase that enjoyed her art, and it was more than enough for her. Alisha refused to change her entire personality or musical style to fit in. Destiny saw her as a rebel, a strong woman who rejected the idea of absolutely fitting in.
The two of them met at a fashion afterparty. Alisha was in a corner, tasting every single snack on the buffet. Destiny grinned when she observed the beautiful, free-spirited woman. The faces she made each time she tried something were meme-worthy. At that point, Destiny had no real friendships. More superficial connections to have fun, go out, or travel with. Anything to not spend additional time with her parents.
The freshly braided woman appeared on Destiny’s screen.
"How is Miss Ferrari doing?” Destiny rolled her eyes at her bestie's comment. Alisha loved to tease her, knowing that Simon irritated Destiny to the highest point.
”Stop playing! I’m not Miss Ferrari.”
”Hum. Anyway, how was your first paddock day?” Destiny took a deep breath before sharing every single detail of the day, including the flight episode. Alisha never commented when someone told her a story. She would always wait for the person to finish sharing her point of view. Another trait of character that Destiny admired was her self-control and ability to listen.
”Wait! Toto Wolff? Dictator Simon is going to have a heart attack.”
”He’ll never know, Alisha. I’m not telling him. Why would I do that to myself?” Alisha's tongue clicked against her teeth as she thought.
”Fair, but Simon has eyes everywhere. We both know it, angel.”
”True, but there’s no way he finds out unless we’ve been photographed.” Alisha lightly chuckled.
”Toto Wolff is not a pilot, chile. Many people have no idea who he is. If it wasn’t for you, I probably would never know.”
”You have a point.” Destiny suspected her friend of having a freaky idea. The subtle smirk on her face said it all.
”What are you thinking of?”
”Destiny wants to ride that D!” She confessed before bursting out of laughter. Destiny shook her head while applying the night lotion to her face.
”I’m not even going to reply.”
”Baby, you know that’s true. That’s why.” Destiny looked in the air innocently.
”Okay, I thought about it for a second. He’s kind of intriguing.”
”Knew it. Your horny ass.” Destiny giggled before rolling her eyes.
”Jokes aside, can you imagine it? Toto and Destiny. It’s giving powerful couple.” Alisha interrupted her small speech when she saw Destiny grinning.
”Please bear with me before putting the idea to rest. Simon is a douchebag. I know he’s your dad, but sorry, not sorry. Anyway, back to Toto. He’s rich, divorced, and probably ten times more mature than the men you dealt with. It could be a good idea. I’m not saying marry the man, but it could be a good option to have some fun. Come on, he’s a divorcee who has no one to talk to.”
Destiny slowly laid down in bed. ”He’s aggravating. He still has kids and friends.”
”Girl, it’s not the same. Quite playing!” The satin pajama rubbed against Destiny’s skin as she tried to imagine the idea.
”I’m not sure, I don’t know.”
”Why not? Toto is pretty hot and charismatic. What’s wrong?”
”Alisha, he’s almost my father’s age.”
”So what about it?” That’s when Destiny realised that calling her may not have been the best idea. Alisha was not the type to go with the politically correct. She only did what felt right for her, with no care for other people's judgements.
”You’re both consenting adults. Also, older men treat you better in general. I’m not talking about guys in their thirties. I'm talking forties up to fifties. Believe your girl! She’s been there. They treat you better, the conversation is better, the sex is better, and so is the communication. Sure, not all of them are good guys, but that’s a conversation for another day.”
Destiny smiled as she remembered how Alisha would not shut up about that 45-year-old man she had been dating for almost a year. They eventually broke up because Alisha refused to leave Los Angeles to live with him in New York.
”We’re young, no one cares. Destiny, pull your cards out. We both know that if you seduce him, it can lead to something. You can have fun, I’m telling you. I mean, you’re a hot bachelorette, and he’s a hot divorcee. It’s a win. Also, I don’t want to hear about Ferrari’s dictator. You’re not born to be his muppet.” Destiny looked down, letting her friend's words marinate. Alisha was right. A little bit of fun would not kill anyone.
”Just be discreet, so your crazy and over-controlling dad never learns." Destiny chuckled. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one to despise her father.
”My mom should never know too. She already found Joseph too old.” Alisha let out an exaggerated laugh.
”Renée is here for the cash. If you were to date Toto, she’d clap in her hands in front of Simon. He’s as rich as your dad. You’re good.”
”Fact, but I’m not interested because of the money. I just enjoy his company.”
”Well, time to let him know.” Alisha expressed the biggest smirk.
****
The sound of the sandals against the floor made Destiny roll her eyes. Her peace of mind lasted five days, to her greatest regret. Time to come back to scrutiny, control, complaints, and so on. It only took a few seconds for Renée to appear on the large balcony with a breathtaking sea view.
The sun kissed Renée's tanned brown skin, giving her a special glow. Even if her designer shades hide her eyes, Destiny could tell that Italy did wonders for her. She smelled her expensive perfume on the couch. As per usual, her hair and nails were as close to perfection as they could be. Destiny glanced at her luggage, only to see multiple Italian designer shopping bags. One thing was sure: Renée had spent good money. Not only for her, but probably for her sisters as well.
Even if Renée annoyed her daughter, Destiny still admired how elegant, polished, and beautiful she looked in her late fifties. She hoped to inherit her mother’s genes and age as gracefully as hers. Renée finally sat down a few inches from Destiny.
"Hi, daughter. I hope you didn’t miss me that much.” She joyfully said before tightly embracing Destiny. The young woman tried to fake happiness but miserably failed. She was still pissed about her mother's lies. Why would she lie about her degrees?
”The house was empty, but I grew used to it.” Renée raised an eyebrow at Destiny’s reaction. She expected more joy or enthusiasm from her only child.
”I’m sorry. I know I should have called more.” Renée admitted with sincerity. Destiny interiorly shook her head. She already knew the score.
”Italy was just so much fun that I barely watched my phone. Don’t worry, I brought you treats for forgiveness.” Destiny hated how her parents thought that money or gifts would solve anything. She was tired of hearing the same apologies every single time.
”No one is mad at you for having fun, but not calling your daughter for the entire week is a bit much. It’s also not the first time.” Destiny peacefully explained, hoping to soon refocus on her book.
”Yeah, I know, but I thought that Simon would have had the decency to stay with you.”
”Mom, I don’t get along with him. You know it. Also, he’s working.”
”Okay, I’ll do better next time.” Renée admitted defeat with both hands in the air. Destiny hummed in response. She had no hope. The young woman had already heard the same words too many times for her liking.
Due to the lack of feedback, Renée decided to change subjects. "I guess you spent the week inside with your books." She dramatically said with a sigh.
"I did with no regrets. Monday, I'm travelling for work, so I need to recharge my batteries and relax."
"Hum. Any news from Simon? I'm surprised he didn't call to complain." Destiny bit her tongue, wondering if she should be the one to drop the news to her mother. If she followed her intuition, she would not. After all, she had no obligation to endure another nervous breakdown.
"I haven't heard from him since the Grand Prix." Destiny shrugged.
"A lovely and caring father as per usual." Renée joked before pursing, "How was the Grand Prix? Who did you meet there? Any suitors?" Destiny fought the urge to roll her eyes. Of course, those were the only pieces of information her mother cared about.
”Nothing special. Dad and Toto had a brief moment, but that’s it.”
”Toto and your dad, nothing new. What was the fight about?”
Destiny told her mother the entire story, not hiding many details. After all, nothing major or life-changing happened. If that were the case, Destiny would have kept her mouth quiet. Renée had a smirk when Destiny finished her little story.
”Oh God, I like him more now. If only I met him before your dusty father.” Renée spitefully spat while looking at the floor.
”He’s younger than you. I thought you only dated older men.”
”I would have made an exception. Anyway, it’s too late. What about you? How come you haven’t met Hamilton, Leclerc, Sainz, or anyone else? Come on, it’s Miami. Many high-value men were there.”
”Mom, I hated every single second spent there, except for my lunch time. I wasn’t in the mood to converse with strangers. The drivers are very busy on race day. Why would they spend time talking to me?”
Renée chewed on her bottom lip. She was tired of her daughter not taking advantage of her privilege to find a future husband.
”I followed your advice and used it as a marketing opportunity.”
”Yes, I've seen you everywhere on Twitter and Instagram. People liked your outfit. See, I was right. You should always listen to mom." Renée smiled to herself while putting her phone out.
”That’s why you need to make an effort and find a proper suitor. Life isn't always about doing what we want. You better hurry before your father finds one for you." Destiny decided that the time has come to bring the topic out of the closet.
"Talking about dad, we had a conversation."
"What type of conversation?" Renée asked, impatience blatantly displayed on her face.
”Well, he was ranting like he usually does and brought up your PhD.” Destiny calmly explained while closing her book.
This time, she would not back up. A long silence followed before Destiny added, "Why have you never told me about your PhD?"
Renée rapidly turned her head to face Destiny. Her jaw clenched as she pointed a finger at Destiny. "This is none of your business, Destiny. Your father should never have shared that info with you. It was confidential."
"For what reason?" Destiny asked more confusedly than ever.
”It’s not important.” The middle-aged woman rose from the sofa to grab one bag. She had no intention or desire to talk about her education with her daughter. "I brought some Parmesan and Panettone. Your favourite."
"Thank you, but I would love to get an answer to my question.” Destiny insisted, fighting for her life not to lose patience. She had to control her gesture and tone if she hopped for an explanation.
"Don't remind me of your father. I said this isn’t your problem. Move on.” Renée coldly replied while picking up her phone and bag to go back inside.
Destiny followed, leaving her book behind. The only reason her mother refused to share about her education was probably greed. Otherwise, why would a woman with such a respectable degree hide it?
”Can I even know what the PhD is about?” Renée decided to completely ignore her daughter. She preferred to tap on her phone instead of having an open and honest discussion.
”Mom, are you listening?”
”What do you want to eat tonight? I’d take anything, but Italian.” She tried to joke, not caring about how Destiny could feel about all the lies and secrets. If Renée thought that Destiny would give up, she was wrong.
”Mom, you’re willing to endure humiliation and a lack of consideration and respect while you could literally free yourself. You have a whole PhD. Why would you do that? You could have freed us years ago." Renée sarcastically giggled as she put her phone to the side to unwrap her brand new fashion possessions.
"And who would have found your lifestyle, princess?" Renée paused, looking for Destiny's eyes.
"A PhD could never fund my or your lifestyle. Work to earn 5 to 10% of Simon's salary in a year? For what reason?"
"Freedom. Peace." Destiny murmured, boldly staring at her mother.
"I'm a free woman, Destiny. I can go wherever and whenever I want, buy whatever, eat whatever, and live the life people can only dream of. Why would I leave that behind? To prove what to whom? I deserve that life, and I love every piece of it. My daughter judging my choices won't change or affect me. Also, the woman who never worked cannot tell me what to do with my PhD.”
Destiny boils from the inside. She had a hard time discerning if greed, trauma, or laziness were at the root of her behavior. Until last week, Destiny always tried to understand her mother and have compassion for her. However, Renée had little to no compassion for Destiny, who had to endure their toxic marriage.
Usually, Destiny would have sided with her mother and protected her. Today, she did not feel like it. Not when her mother could not even be honest and upfront about her life. Renée would have to learn the information from Simon’s mouth. Maybe she will understand where Destiny was coming from when Simon officially reveals his new pressure technique.
Something was off, why would she hide that information from her daughter? For what valid reasons? Even if it takes months, Destiny will find out. The young woman knew that the second her mother opened that door, peace would retire for weeks or months.
With the decision her father recently made, a huge storm was coming. Destiny would not be caught in the middle. She would stay hidden away until the weather calmed down. This time, she will not participate or take a side. Both of them deserve each other.
"Fine. Your choices, your life." Destiny simply concluded before storming off to her bedroom. Her last words made Renée intensely look for eyes. Renée hoped to read a clue, some information, or something in them. Yet they were empty, mixed with a bit of anger. Her senses activated, and her eyes betrayed her. Renée understood that Destiny knew something. She probably knew why Simon never called her during her getaway.
Destiny vanished from the living room before her mother found the energy or courage to question her. Despite her deep attachment to Monte Carlo, she could not wait to leave again. Go far far away from the people who emotionally drained her. At that moment, her thoughts went back to her time with Toto on that plane. She barely knew him, and he provided more peace and safety than her own parents.
If only she could go back to that time, everything felt light, right, and appeasing. The complete opposite of the feelings her parents provoked within her. Destiny fell to her bed with a loud sigh. She stared at the ceiling, imaging any business venture to get away from her parents.
”Simon, how dare you?” She heard her mother screaming from the living room. The first scream of a long row of shouts.
Destiny looked at her half-empty suitcase with a smile. "I can't wait to leave."
To be continued…
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