Under The Stars

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⌗ In the Stillness of the Stars

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-In which luke opens his heart, sharing a kiss that speaks of vulnerability and love, as the world fades away around you.

Between Karts and Confessions

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pairing: carlos sainz x gn!reader

summary: A playful kart race with Carlos Sainz Jr. turns into something more when a heartfelt confession changes everything between you.

warnings: fluff. light teasing and playful rivalry.

Working as a data engineer at Ferrari wasn’t easy, but it had its perks. One of them was your dynamic with Carlos Sainz Jr. From the moment you joined the team, he had made it his mission to tease you, calling you “the rookie” despite your proven expertise. Your relationship was a constant back-and-forth of challenges and sarcastic remarks, but there was an unspoken spark neither of you dared to acknowledge.

Today was a rare calm day after a grueling Grand Prix weekend. The team had decided to stay at a private circuit in Italy to relax before heading to the next race. While most of your colleagues were enjoying a barbecue, Carlos walked over to you with his trademark mischievous grin.

“What are you doing sitting here, rookie?” he asked, crossing his arms and looking down at yo

“What are you doing sitting here, rookie?” he asked, crossing his arms and looking down at you.

“Enjoying not staring at data for once. Why?” you replied, raising an eyebrow as you took a bite of bread.

“Perfect. Then you have no excuse to turn down my challenge.”

You rolled your eyes, already sensing trouble, though you knew you wouldn’t resist. Carlos had a knack for pulling you out of your comfort zone.

“What kind of challenge, Sainz?”

He pointed toward the karts parked near the track. They’d been sitting there all day, mostly ignored by the team.

“A race. You against me. Three laps. If I win, you have to listen to something I’ve been meaning to tell you. If you win…” He paused, leaning in with a playful smile. “Pick whatever you want.”

You raised an eyebrow, studying him. It wasn’t the first time Carlos had challenged you, but something about his tone felt different—more serious, despite his usual carefree demeanor.

“Fine. But get ready to lose,” you said, standing up and brushing off your hands.

Carlos laughed, the sound bright and full of confidence.

“I’d love to see you try.”

Minutes later, you were both suited up and ready on the small track. Adjusting your gloves, you glanced over at Carlos, already seated in his kart with the number 55 emblazoned on the side.

“Ready?” he called out, his voice muffled slightly by his helmet.

“More than ready.”

The first lap was pure fun. You traded positions constantly, each trying to outsmart the other. Carlos tried to block you on a tight turn, but you slipped past him on the inside, shooting him a triumphant look.

“That’s cheating!” he yelled, though you could hear the laughter in his voice.

“Is that all you’ve got, Sainz?” you shouted back, grinning.

The second lap got more competitive. Carlos, being the professional driver, had the upper hand, but you held your ground with a few tricks of your own—like swerving just enough to throw him off or splashing water at him when he got too close.

“You’re impossible!” he yelled, laughing as he wiped water off his visor.

“And you’re slow!”

As you entered the final lap, Carlos got serious. He took the lead with a move you couldn’t counter, and despite your best efforts, he crossed the finish line just seconds ahead of you.

He removed his helmet with a triumphant smile as you pulled up beside him, huffing in frustration.

“Not bad for an engineer, but you’re still no driver,” he teased, offering his hand to help you out of the kart.

You swatted his hand away with a mock glare, but took it anyway.

“Alright, a deal’s a deal. What’s so important you had to win to tell me?”

Carlos’s grin faltered for a moment, replaced by something more vulnerable. He looked down briefly, rubbing the back of his neck, before meeting your eyes with a seriousness you rarely saw in him.

“I’ve always known you were special, since the first day. And not just because you’re good at what you do, but because…” He hesitated, his voice softening. “Because you make me want to be better. Even if it’s just to impress you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Carlos Sainz Jr., the ever-confident, always-joking driver, was standing in front of you, confessing something that felt far deeper than either of you had expected.

Before you could respond, a voice from the paddock called his name, cutting through the moment. Carlos sighed, raising a hand in apology.

“I’m sorry. We’ll talk about this later,” he said.

But before he walked away, he pulled something off his helmet—a small keychain featuring his race number and a handwritten note in Spanish: Para la chica que me hace feliz, incluso en los momentos más difíciles. He placed it in your hand before jogging off to the paddock.

You stood there, staring after him, heart racing as you clutched the keychain. One thing was certain: Carlos Sainz Jr. had just changed everything.

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The Slip Up

A Dominik Mysterio x Reader (Y/N) Fan Fic

CW: fluff, flirting, embarrassing moment, embarrassment, suggestive, second person POV, uses Y/N

You were always nervous when you had to announce in the ring. You had been announcing for WWE for a year, primarily on Monday Night Raw. Your small crush on Dominik, which had started before working for WWE, had grown over the past year. Outside of his character, he was a genuinely cool and sweet guy. You had gotten to know Liv too and had let slip how lucky she was during a drunk hang out one night. Ever since then and every so often, Liv reminded you that you and Dom were both single and that her and Dom’s relationship only existed on screen. You brushed her off since you were just getting started in the WWE. Maybe you would consider chatting him up after announcing your first WrestleMania. 

You tried not to think about the comments you would get about your appearance and announcing skills. The IWC always had something to say and most of it wasn’t nice. You looked good though: a black dress, form-fitting but not too tight. Black sparkly heels. Your hair up in a neat bun. A soft glam makeup look with a soft red lip.

As Dom’s music hit, you kept your face neutral, but you were smiling on the inside. The boos started as he walked down the aisle. 

“Accompanied to the ring by Liv Morgan and Raquel Rodriguez, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 200 pounds, Daddy-” you paused for a second, realizing your mistake. You cleared your throat. “Dirty Dominik Mysterio!”

You wanted the ring to swallow you whole. The crowd was murmuring and snickering and pointing. You kept your face neutral, but that didn't stop the heat of embarrassment. 

“I didn’t know Y/N was a Dirty Dom fan,” Pat said. “Or should I say Daddy Dom fan?”

“Yes it’s unfortunate,” Michael Cole said. “I don’t know how he casts a spell over these women.”

When Dom got in the ring, he winked at you. Yep. It was time to disappear. Liv walked over to you while Dom stood on the ropes, flexing his muscles and sticking his tongue out. She snatched the mic out of your hand. You took a step back. 

“You’re not allowed to call him Daddy Dom,” she said angrily. “He’s my Daddy Dom, not yours.”

You held your hands up, playing along with her. “I’m sorry,” you said. You held out your hand to take the mic back since you still had to announce Kofi Kingston. Liv narrowed her eyes at you before holding out the mic and dropping it. Your hand swiped at the air. You quickly squatted to grab the mic and popped up just as Kofi’s music hit.

You announced Kofi perfectly and were relieved to get out of the ring. You sat in your seat and covered your face. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. You felt someone tap your shoulder. You looked up. Kim from production. She leaned down to whisper in your ear. 

“You okay?” She asked.

You nodded and whispered in her ear, “Just embarrassed.”

“You recovered well. And nothing super negative online.”

You raised your eyebrows, surprised. “That’s shocking.”

Kim smiled and patted you on the back. 

You focused on the match. Dom and Kofi were doing great. But you hoped Kofi would win. You didn’t want to announce Dom again, even though you knew you would get it right this time. As the match continued, it looked like it was going to end in Dom’s favor. After a devastating drop kick, Dom pulled Kofi closer to the corner. He climbed on the ropes and jumped: frog splash.

Dom hooked Kofi’s leg and the ref counted. 1, 2, 3. Ding, ding, ding.

Kim cued you. 

“Here is your winner, Dirty Dominik Mysterio!”

The crowd booed and he made his way around the ring. Dom locked eyes with you. He smiled and kissed his lips at you. You rolled your eyes and covered your mouth to hide your smile. 

As the crowd filtered out and the crew started packing away cameras and equipment, you headed backstage. You went into the locker room. You had a small bag with some extra clothes and sneakers in there. Sometimes you changed clothes, other times you just changed shoes. Tonight was a change shoes kind of night. You got your bag out of the locker and pulled out your black Air Maxes. You sat down on the bench. You saw a blonde blur out the corner of your eye as you removed one heel. 

“I can’t believe you called him Daddy Dom on the mic,” Liv squealed. She sat down next to you and gave your arm a squeeze. “Don’t worry, the IWC is blaming me for calling him Daddy Dom all the time.”

You laughed. “Glad I get a break this week.” 

“You could use this to your advantage,” Liv said. 

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Oh come on. I know you’re still crushing on Dom. Shoot your shot,” she replied.

“No, I don’t do that,” you said. “It’s failed every time and I’m not failing and then still having to see him every week. I’m good.” 

“But what if he’s interested too? I’ve seen him looking,” Liv said. 

“I’ve seen him looking too, but he doesn’t approach,” you said.

“Maybe he’s also worried about the whole work thing,” Liv said.

You narrowed your eyes. “Do you know something?”

Liv held up her hands. “I don’t know anything officially. I’m just guessing that when it comes to the work thing, you both probably don’t want to rock the boat. But you two can be private. It is hard to do, but you can make it work.”

You shrugged as you tucked your heels into your bag. “Well, we’ll see if he makes a move tonight.”

“He better or he’s gonna get an earful,” Liv said. “Maybe I’ll text him.”

You stood up. “Don’t! Let’s just see.” 

Liv pouted. “Are you sure?” 

You rolled your eyes, but a smile formed on your face. “Yes, I’m sure. Are you ready?”

“Yes, let me get my bag,” Liv said. 

You and Liv walked out the locker room together, heading toward the exit.

“Oh hi Dom,” Liv said.

You looked up from your phone and locked eyes with Dom. He smiled, looking you up and down. You returned his smile. 

“What’s up Liv, Y/N,” he said.

“Just heading out,” you said. 

“Can I walk with you?” Dom asked.

“Yeah,” you said.

Dom walked in step with you and Liv. You were in the middle of them. You and Dom eyed each other but didn’t say anything.

“Oh my gosh,” Liv said, holding up her phone. “I have to take this incredibly important phone call. I’ll see you two outside.” 

You wanted to point out that her phone wasn’t ringing, but you knew she was helping the two of you out. She walked ahead of y’all. 

You glanced at Dom and he had a smirk on his face.

“You want me to be your daddy?” he asked.

You busted out laughing. “Dom, please.”

“No, no,” he said, walking in front of you. You stopped. 

“You said that ‘daddy’ extra hard in the ring,” he said, crossing his arms. “Everyone heard you.”

“I was announcing!” 

He shook his head. “No, that wasn’t regular.” 

You sighed and crossed your arms too. “I’m not going back and forth with you.” 

“Well, I wanna get to know you,” he said. “Clearly that ‘daddy’ came from us making eyes at each other over the past couple of months.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. “I wanna get to know you too.”

He opened his mouth, but someone way down the hall encouraged them to hurry up outside. You two both hustled. He handed you his phone when you were outside. 

“I was gonna give up on you,” you said after you finished putting your number in. You handed him his phone. “At least until I announced my first Wrestlemania.”

He laughed. “I get it. Don’t wanna rock the boat at work.”

“Exactly.”

“Are you staying in the hotel?” Dom asked.

“Yeah,” you replied. 

“You wanna ride over together?” he asked. “I’m gonna Uber.”

“Sounds good.” 

You two settled into a comfortable silence, but your mind was racing. It was finally happening! You and Dom were gonna get to know each other. You kept biting your lip to stop yourself from grinning like an idiot. You put your hand over your mouth trying not to giggle with excitement. 

“Don’t hide your pretty face,” Dom said, gently touching your hand. 

You moved it away from your face and he held it.

“You don’t have to be shy around me,” he said. 

“You’ll have to give me a minute,” you said. “I feel like we’ve been doing the shy dance for a while.” 

He chuckled and squeezed your hand. “That’s true.”

Holding hands with him felt really natural. You felt yourself moving a little closer to him. The Uber arrived and Dom put your bag and his in the truck. You settled in the backseat and he slipped in beside you. Your leg rested against his as he asked you about how you got interested in the wrestling business. You told him about how you watched WWE when you were younger, both your parents being big fans. You stopped watching for a bit and got back into it during the pandemic. You started announcing in high school when they decided to give the students a chance to announce and commentate during the football games. You found different opportunities throughout college and after. You became a permanent announcer for a local wrestling company. Then got the opportunity to announce at NXT. That opened the door for the rest of WWE. 

He was a great listener. And he talked about what he liked to do in his downtime: nap, play video games, watch monster movies and shows. You teased him, adding in ‘get tattoos’ as you linked your fingers with his. He chuckled and agreed, admitting he was planning to get another tattoo after he won a title. 

“Do you think I’ll be announcing you as a champion this year?” you asked.

Dom smirked. “For sure. I can see it happening. I’m going after the World Heavyweight Championship.” 

“I can’t wait to see it,” you said. “Don’t worry. I’ll announce your name correctly.”

He laughed. “No worries, cariño. I know all this,” he gestured to himself, moving his hand up and down, “can be distracting.” 

You giggled. “You just can’t turn it off, can you?” 

Dom winked. “It’s more fun that way. Keeps people guessing.” 

You two arrived at the hotel and he got the bags out. You both got your room keys and headed upstairs. He walked you to your room. 

You leaned against your room door and smiled at him. “Thanks for walking me.”

“I had to keep you safe,” he said. 

You smirked. “So you’ll call me?” 

“Yep. And if you can’t sleep, you know where my room is,” he said. 

“Oh, really Dirty Dom?” you asked. 

“Get your mind outta the gutter,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows. A grin was on his face. “I was thinking we could watch a movie, maybe talk some more.” 

You tapped the keycard on your door and opened the door slightly. “Ok. I was thinking, ‘I can't wait to get my fingers in your hair.’” 

His mouth dropped open and you smiled wickedly, pulling your bag into the room. You stepped inside the room and turned around to face him. 

“Goodnight Dom,” you said. 

He smiled. “Guess we’re done being shy. Goodnight Y/N.” 

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⌗ Under The Stars

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- in which lewis and the reader enjoy a romantic dinner, deepening their connection.

⌗ Wild Games

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- in which lewis and reader spends family time with her (their) kids.

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Birthday Surprise

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pairing: toto wolff x wife!reader

summary: for toto birthday, his wife plans a private surprise, with decorations of balloons and soft lighting. What begins as an intimate and meaningful celebration quickly turns into an unforgettable night of love and passion, strengthening their connection.

warnings: fluff and suggestive.

The night had finally arrived. You had spent weeks planning the perfect birthday surprise for Toto, knowing he wasn’t one for big parties or noisy celebrations. He preferred quieter, more intimate moments. So, you decided to create a memory just for the two of you.

You had decorated the living room with an array of balloons in silver, white, and soft pastel shades. Some floated gracefully near the ceiling, while others were gathered on the floor in a scattered, whimsical fashion. The room was dimly lit with candles, casting a warm, golden glow. You had chosen the music carefully—soft, romantic tunes that would fill the space with the perfect atmosphere. Everything was ready for Toto to walk into the surprise you had meticulously prepared.

The cake was simple but beautiful, decorated with just the right touch. —Happy Birthday, my love. —the inscription read, and as you placed it on the table, you couldn’t help but smile, feeling the warmth of anticipation.

The clock was ticking, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before Toto arrived. You texted him one last message, asking him to come home early. He had no idea that when he walked through the door, it would be to the most intimate, heartfelt birthday surprise he’d ever experienced.

When you heard the sound of the front door unlocking, your heart skipped a beat. You quickly adjusted your dress and turned off the lights, letting only the glow of the candles illuminate the room. You stood still, hidden from view, waiting for his reaction.

The door opened, and Toto stepped inside, his face lighting up as his eyes landed on you standing there in the middle of the room. The surprise was evident in his expression, but then his eyes softened as he took in the details—balloons, the warm light, and most importantly, you.

—You did all this? —Toto’s voice was filled with disbelief and affection. He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving you.

—I did. —you replied softly, unable to hide your smile. —I wanted to make tonight special, just for you.

Toto approached you, his hands reaching out to touch your face gently, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips. —You always know how to make me feel loved. —he murmured, his voice low and tender.

He closed the distance between you, his hands finding their way to your waist as he pulled you closer. His lips met yours in a soft, lingering kiss, a kiss that spoke more than words ever could. You could feel the warmth of his body as he enveloped you, and the feeling of his lips against yours made your heart race.

As you pulled away, you smiled up at him, your hands resting on his chest. —Happy birthday, Toto. —you whispered, your breath shaky with the intensity of the moment.

His eyes were dark, full of desire and love. —You’ve already made this night unforgettable. —he said, his voice thick with emotion.

You led him to the couch, sitting down next to him as the two of you shared quiet moments, enjoying each other’s company. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you in your little bubble of happiness.

The atmosphere shifted. The music played softly in the background as you both sat close, your fingers intertwined. There was an undeniable tension between you two, a magnetic pull that neither of you could resist any longer. Toto leaned in again, capturing your lips in a deeper, more urgent kiss. His hands roamed, tracing your body with slow, deliberate movements, igniting a fire inside you.

You moaned softly into the kiss, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. Every touch, every movement was a promise, a longing that had been building for far too long. He deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours as his hands slid under the fabric of your dress, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

You could feel the heat between you building, overwhelming in the best way possible. You pulled away for a moment, looking at him with eyes full of desire. —Are you sure? —he asked, his voice low, yet full of tenderness.

—I’m sure. —you whispered, pulling him back to you as your lips met once again, this time with more urgency. The surprise had been for him, but now, the night was for the both of you.

The rest of the night passed in a haze of passion and closeness. As the candles flickered out, the room was illuminated only by the soft glow of the remaining balloons. Everything around you felt like a dream, as if the world outside ceased to exist.

You and Toto shared a quiet moment afterward, both lying on the couch, his arm wrapped around you. You felt safe, loved, and more connected than ever before. As the night ended, you realized that the birthday surprise you had planned wasn’t just for Toto, it had brought you even closer, deepening the bond that had always been there between you.

Their Daughter's First Breakup

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✯ pairing:  Toto Wolff x Wife! Reader ✯

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Having a teenager was rough. Teenagers experience so much—the highs and the lows—and the lows can get very, very low sometimes. Everything feels like a burden, even the smallest of inconveniences, which we only realize are small when we look at them in the rearview.

Charlotte, their daughter, had just come home. y/n had come home from work not too much earlier. 

“Hey, how was your day?” she asked her daughter with a soft smile, “did they gave you that biology test you said ‘it went so bad’,” she added, knowing that despite her thoughts she would end up with an outstanding grade.

“Yeah, an A,” Charlotte responded, through her tone giving away she was not in the mood.

The kitchen was quiet except for the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the occasional clatter of dishes as she tidied up. Charlotte sat at the kitchen table, poking at a bowl of cereal with her spoon, her expression distant.

She could sense something was off—Charlotte wasn’t her usual chatty self. Even her response about the biology test, which normally would’ve been delivered with pride or an exaggerated tale of woe, had been flat.

“An A, huh?” she said, trying to keep her tone light as she leaned against the counter. “I knew you’d ace it. You always do, even when you swear it’s the end of the world.”

Charlotte shrugged, her eyes fixed on her cereal. “Yeah, I guess.”

Her mother frowned slightly, setting the dish towel down and walking over to the table. She sat across from Charlotte, folding her hands on the table. “What’s going on, sweetheart? You’ve been extremely quiet”

“Nothing,” Charlotte replied too quickly, her voice tinged with irritation.

She tilted her head, her eyes soft with concern. “Charlotte…”

Her daughter sighed, her shoulders slumping as she finally set the spoon down. “It’s just… I’m tired, okay? School was long, and people were annoying, and…” She trailed off, her voice catching slightly.

“...And?”

Charlotte hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve. “It’s stupid.”

“Nothing’s stupid if it’s bothering you,” her mom said gently, reaching across the table to rest a hand on Charlotte’s. “Talk to me, love.”

Charlotte looked down, her eyes welling up despite her best efforts to keep it together. “Liam… broke up with me,” she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her heart clenched as she watched her daughter fight back tears. “Oh, sweetheart,” she said, getting up to move around the table and sit beside her. She wrapped her arms around Charlotte, who did not resist the hug but leaned into her instead.

“It’s so dumb,” Charlotte said, her voice muffled against her shoulder. “I don’t even know why I’m crying. It’s not like we were together that long, but… it just hurts.”

“It’s not dumb,” her mom reassured her, rubbing her back soothingly. “It hurts because it mattered to you. And it’s okay to feel that way.”

Charlotte sniffled, pulling back slightly. “I just don’t get it. He said I was ‘too much’ or something. Like, what does that even mean?”

Her mom’s brow furrowed. “It means he didn’t know how lucky he was to have you,” she said firmly. “And that’s his loss, not yours.”

Charlotte let out a watery laugh, wiping her eyes. “You’re just saying that because you’re my mom.”

“I’m saying it because it’s true,” she countered, cupping Charlotte’s face gently. “You’re smart, kind, and funny, and anyone who doesn’t see that doesn’t deserve you. Liam clearly wasn’t ready for someone as amazing as you.”

Charlotte smiled faintly, her tears starting to slow. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Always, love,” she said, pulling her into another hug. “Breakups suck, I know, but as far as I’m concerned no one has died from one,” she added, her tone lighter, trying to make her chuckle.

“I could be the first case,” her daughter chuckled slightly, still leaning into the embrace.

“Nope, not happening with me around,” she said softly, “I promise, it will pass, now it hurts, but it will pass, it always does, okay?”

Charlotte nodded, her face still slightly teary. 

“And while it does pass,” her mom started, “do you want to do something, maybe go shopping, you know to speed up the process,” she suggested with a light grin.

Charlotte wiped her eyes, her lips curving into a faint smile. “Yeah, okay. Shopping sounds nice,” she said softly.

Her mom grinned, a spark of relief lighting up her expression. “Perfect..”

Charlotte chuckled lightly, the sound still a bit shaky but genuine. “You’re really just looking for an excuse to go shopping, aren’t you?”

“Busted,” her mom teased, nudging her gently. “But seriously, a little retail therapy never hurt anyone. Go get ready, and I’ll grab my purse.”

“Okay,” Charlotte said, standing up from the table. The weight in her chest felt a bit lighter now, even if the ache of the breakup still lingered.

As Charlotte headed upstairs to change, her mom lingered in the kitchen, pulling out her phone to text Toto.

Taking Charlotte out for a little mother-daughter shopping trip. She had a rough day. Will fill you in later.

Moments later, Toto replied: Got it. Let me know if you need me to join. Give her a hug from me.

Smiling at his message, she slipped her phone into her bag and turned toward the stairs. “Ready when you are, Charlotte!” she called out.

Charlotte appeared a few minutes later, her eyes still slightly puffy but her expression more relaxed. “Let’s go.”

With a reassuring smile, her mom wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they headed to the car. “This is going to be fun, you’ll see.”

Charlotte leaned into her slightly, grateful for the comfort. “Thanks, Mom. For everything.”

“Always, sweetheart,” she said warmly, starting the Mercedes.

Later, almost night, the car pulled into the driveway late in the evening, the headlights casting long shadows against the house. Charlotte and her mom stepped out, the trunk bursting with shopping bags from every upscale store they had visited. Charlotte’s laughter rang through the quiet evening as she struggled to carry her share of the bags.

“Okay, okay, I think I went a little overboard,” her mom admitted with a laugh, balancing a few bags on her arms.

“You think?” Charlotte teased, a playful smile lighting up her face. She looked more like herself again, her earlier heartbreak now a distant hum rather than a sharp pang.

She smiled fondly as she glimpsed that very genuine smile on her daughter’s face. The evening went really well, not only due to the shopping, which contributed greatly, but the company.

They juggled the bags to the door, and as soon as it opened, they were greeted by the warm glow of the foyer lights. The familiar scent of home wrapped around them like a comforting hug.

Toto appeared at the top of the staircase, dressed casually in a button-down and slacks. He descended quickly, his tall frame moving gracefully. “Late night, I see,” he remarked, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and amusement. His eyes flicked to the mountain of bags they were unloading onto the floor. “Did you leave anything in the stores?”

“Not much,” Charlotte quipped, a grin breaking across her face.

Toto smiled, clearly relieved to see her looking happier. He stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “You seem better,” he said softly.

“She’s feeling much better,” her mom confirmed, setting her bags down and stretching her arms. “And we might have single-handedly boosted the local economy tonight.”

Charlotte laughed. “It helped, though. I needed this.”

Toto crouched slightly, looking Charlotte in the eye. “Good. That’s all that matters. You’ll get through this, you know.”

Charlotte nodded, her smile soft but genuine. “Thanks, Dad.”

“Always,” he said warmly before standing and turning to his wife. “And you—thank you for taking care of her.”

“Of course,” she replied with a knowing smile. “Now, I’m going to make some tea. Charlotte, why don’t you start figuring out where all these bags are going to fit in your room?”

Charlotte rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Right. I’ll just call an architect and plan an extension.”

As she gathered her bags and headed upstairs, Toto slipped an arm around his wife’s waist, pulling her close. “You really are amazing, you know that?”

She tilted her head, giving him a teasing smile. “I hope you remind me of that every so often.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Every chance I get.”

From upstairs, they heard Charlotte call out, “Mom, where did you put that bag from Dior?!”

She groaned, laughing. “Coming!”

Toto released her with a smile, watching her head upstairs to join Charlotte.

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✯ authors note: I don't why today I write so daughter related, but honestly, imagine having Toto Wolff as a husband or as a dad...

BTW, random, but when I was writing it I could not stop thinking about Fleabag, this scene:

English is not my first language and I hope you liked it <3

Amongst Demigods⁵

A Change Of Plans

f1 x reader

or... the one where a little plot twist wouldn’t hurt, right?

word count : 664

warning : none, english is not my first language!!!

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you don’t answer franco’s question right away. the words hang in the air like smoke, soft and lingering, while the lake reflects the pink-orange sky like nothing’s changed. but everything has. you’ve been claimed. the camp sees you differently now. the boys look at you differently now. and franco - well, franco’s sitting beside you like he’s holding his breath.

“I don’t know,” you finally say, voice quiet. “I need some time.”

he nods, gently, like he expected that. “I figured. just… had to say it.”

you give him a small smile, one that says thank you for being brave, and the two of you sit there a little longer, shoulders brushing.

but things don’t exactly go back to normal after that.

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in the days that follow, everything is heightened. lando finds you before breakfast just to walk you to the pavilion. oscar always manages to end up your sparring partner in sword practice - except he mysteriously “forgets” how to go easy, like you didn’t just get claimed by a literal god of the dead. daniel brings you snacks he “definitely didn’t steal from dionysus’ stash,” and charles… charles watches. from across the field, the dining area, the archery range. he watches you like you hold answers he’ll never get.

and franco? he gives you space.

he’s still around. he still smiles. but he doesn’t bring it up again. not yet.

one night, after a long day of drills and a brutal obstacle course (george bet five drachmae you’d beat alex - he won), you sneak away from the cabins. the woods are too loud, the campfire circle too crowded, and the lake too obvious. so you walk, past the strawberry fields and through the torch-lit paths, until you end up near the forge.

you don’t mean to see him. but there he is.

carlos.

shirt slightly damp with sweat, soot on his cheek, holding a freshly finished bronze dagger that glows faintly with celestial bronze. he doesn’t see you at first, too focused on the blade, but when he does, his eyes widen.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he says, not unkindly. “it’s late.”

“I could say the same to you,” you reply, stepping into the warm glow of the forge. “but I guess fire gods don’t sleep either.”

he chuckles, setting the dagger down. “you okay?”

you nod, even though you’re not sure. “too many thoughts.”

“same,” he says. then, after a beat, “is it the five?”

you blink. “the five?”

“charles, lando, oscar, franco, daniel,” he lists casually. “you’re kind of their whole personality right now.”

you let out a tired laugh. “don’t remind me.”

carlos picks up a cloth and wipes his hands. “you ever think maybe they’re all wrong for you?”

you tilt your head, amused. “and you think you’re right?”

he shrugs, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. “not saying I am. but I’m definitely not a follower.”

he takes a step closer. the forge’s glow dances on his face, softening his sharp features. “they circle around you like you’re some prize. I just think maybe someone should see you without the competition.”

you swallow. “and you think that’s you?”

he doesn’t answer - not with words, anyway.

he leans in slowly, gaze locked on yours. it’s deliberate, careful. and then he kisses you.

it’s different. not like lando’s lingering touches or franco’s gentle flirtations. not like oscar’s thoughtful glances or daniel’s confident nudges or even charles’ intense stares. it’s warm, grounding, a little messy with the scent of smoke and metal clinging to your clothes. and when he pulls back, your heart is racing.

you stare at him, lips still parted, stunned.

he smiles, cocky but quiet. “I’ll let you think about it.”

then he walks past you, leaving the forge behind, the faint scent of fire and bronze still in the air.

and you?

you just stand there, blinking, wondering how in the underworld carlos just became a very, very real problem. ————————————————————————————

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