Hi my stars! I will start on making this series, hopefully it goes well. New account and updated in @rosiel-leclerc04
Toto’s Favorite Intern 1
Platonic! F1 x Gen Z!Reader
– Where you, Y/N Wolff, Toto’s niece who became the Social Media Intern in Mercedes, turn the paddock upside down. How will they handle this hellion?
When you were still a tiny bundle of chubby cheeks and wobbly steps, you had already made up your mind about one thing, your favourite person in the entire world was Toto Wolff. It did not matter that he was a towering figure with a naturally serious expression. The moment he walked into the room, you lit up like a sunrise.
Your family often joked that you had a built-in Toto radar. No matter how quietly he arrived, the second his footsteps reached the hallway, there you were, a determined little figure toddling after him on unsteady legs, clutching a toy in one hand and wearing the expression of someone on a very important mission. You followed him everywhere: from the kitchen to the living room, from the balcony to the garden. If Toto sat, you sat beside him. If he stood, you stood right there, your tiny hand ready to grab his trouser leg to keep him close.
The moment that sealed your bond forever came unexpectedly one quiet afternoon. Toto had crouched down to your level, offering a rare, gentle smile. You looked at him with wide eyes, opened your mouth, and out came your very first word.
“Toto.”
For a man known for his composed, often stoic demeanour, his reaction was almost uncharacteristic. His eyes softened instantly, and he let out a genuine, warm laugh, one the family rarely heard. From that day forward, Toto was not just your uncle. In your little world, he was your favourite person, your safe place, and your first word all rolled into one. And though he rarely showed his emotions so openly, everyone could tell that the bond you had formed in that moment was unshakeable.
As the years passed, you grew from the toddling shadow who followed him everywhere into a young woman with your own spark of talent and individuality. You were still fiercely attached to your uncle, but now your connection went beyond childhood fondness. You had discovered a deep love for the arts, especially dancing and video editing. In school, you even dabbled in digital art, designing posters and editing photos for announcements.
It began innocently enough. A simple dance routine you recorded for a school project ended up making the rounds among your classmates, who swore you had an instinct for movement and rhythm. From there, you began experimenting, editing your own videos to match the beat of songs, blending transitions so seamlessly that the clips looked as if they belonged in professional campaigns. Social media became your stage, and you navigated it with the precision of someone who understood the fast-changing digital world like the back of your hand.
Toto, despite being a man rooted in the traditional aspects of motorsport, could not help but notice your growing influence online. Over time, he began to seek your advice on small but important things, what kind of captions might appeal to younger audiences, what style of video would capture attention without seeming forced, which trends were worth adopting and which should be avoided entirely. You would sit beside him with your laptop, explaining algorithms and engagement strategies with the same patience he once used to teach you how to ride a bicycle.
One spring afternoon, after yet another discussion about content ideas, Toto leaned back in his chair, studying you with that calculating expression he often wore during team meetings.
“You know,” he said in a measured tone, “we could use someone like you on the team. You understand how to connect with people. You understand how they think.”
You blinked, caught off guard. “Are you… saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I am offering you an internship,” Toto confirmed, the corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly. “Mercedes AMG Petronas. Social Media PR team. You will not just be editing videos of drivers waving at the camera. You will be learning how a world-class team manages its image.”
Your heart raced. This was not just a casual favour from your uncle this was an opportunity to work inside the paddock, to be part of something you had only ever watched from the outside, a responsibility.
Within weeks, you found yourself stepping through the sleek, glass doors of the team’s headquarters in Brackley, wearing your brand-new staff badge. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the faint, oily tang of machinery. The energy in the air was electric, a perfect blend of engineering precision and competitive ambition.
And while most interns might have felt overwhelmed, you carried yourself with quiet confidence. After all, this was your uncle’s world and now, it was yours too.
Meanwhile, in the Mercedes garage…
The air buzzed with the hum of machinery and the quiet chatter of engineers. You were not there yet, but your presence or rather, your influence, was already being noticed.
It started when George, in the middle of a slow day between practice runs, Did a tiktok script from the team saying “Skibidi toilet Baku, my dudes.”
Normally, Toto would have given him one of those sharp, unimpressed looks that could make even a seasoned driver rethink his life choices. Instead, Toto barely blinked, replying in a calm, almost neutral tone, “Interesting choice of words, George,” before turning back to a monitor.
George froze, convinced he had imagined it.
A few days later, Kimi tried his luck. He tossed a handful of Gen Z slang into a casual conversation with Toto, expecting the man to be confused, maybe even annoyed. But no — Toto simply nodded along as though the words made perfect sense to him.
Kimi glanced at George, whispering, “He… he understood that?”
George’s brow furrowed. “Yeah. And I don’t know whether to be impressed or scared.”
From there, the garage crew began to talk. Quietly, of course. Was Toto secretly spending his nights on TikTok? Did he have a burner account? Was he… lurking in comment sections? No one dared to ask him outright, but the curiosity simmered.
The truth came out during the next team meeting. Drivers, engineers, and PR staff gathered around the long conference table as Toto entered, his presence instantly commanding the room.
“I have an announcement,” he said, his tone carrying that usual weight of authority. “We have a new intern joining our Social Media PR team. Please welcome my niece, Y/N Wolff.”
You stepped into the room, offering a polite smile as you made your way to a seat beside your uncle. The shift in atmosphere was immediate. It was not just the fact you were family, it was how different Toto seemed with you there.
His gaze softened when it landed on you. His voice lost some of its sharpness as he explained things to you directly. He leaned in when you spoke, nodding along to your suggestions about TikTok engagement and Instagram reels as if every word was worth gold.
From across the table, George leaned toward Kimi, muttering, “So that’s why he knows all the slang.” then George smirked. “She’s the one teaching him.”
By the end of the meeting, everyone in that room had learned something important — you were not just another intern. You were the one person in the entire paddock who could make Toto Wolff smile and understand whatever “Skibidi toilet Baku” was supposed to mean.
Me after ignoring any news about 2026 contracts of f1 drivers and making a fic instead
• Came in after Alastor disappeared, just before Vaggie showed up.
• You were never one to follow what everyone else did. Killing, drugs, theft, or porn.
• Kept to yourself for a few months, getting use to being dead and in hell.
• Accidentally became an Overlord after you killed one in self defense.
"In my defense, she was like super creepy and an asshole. A big one."
• The souls were free but you kept your new territory nice so they didn't leave.
• You made jobs and kept the housing in better shape, only made deals to help souls.
• Gave them a job, house, and protection. You give them a limit of a few years of the deal and if they don't mind it, they can renew it.
"Well I don't want to force them to do something, its rude."
• In return, they keep your territory nice, clean, and less violent than most. Work the jobs you made and protect your little town.
• There's been occasions were you trade souls to other overlords, either the soul did something against them or just an asshole.
• The time on the contract would restart
• To every other overlord, you are a child with a knife and to much power.
• You demolished another overlord because they thought you were weak and tried to destroy you territory.
"You ass eatting bitch-"
• You let others fight for new open territory because you're fine with what you have.
• Panicked when you got invited to an Overlord meeting.
• Apparently you had enough power to be one, then you realized you actually were one.
• It was awkward to meet the most of the overlords. Not knowing who you were to begin with.
"This is for overlords only."
"Oh, I'm (Y/n). I got invited."
• Chatted with Rosie before and after it.
• Camilla likes how you run your territory but you seem so young.
• Did apologized afterwards, introducing you to her daughters, apparently you were around the same age.
• Zestial wanted to know how you took over you territory, interested on how you did it.
• You've only meet Velvette because you need some clothes. She recognized you as the up and coming overlord.
• Throwing the clothes you had in your hands away, saying you need to be in the best lastest trend of clothes.
• You were now stuck having a fashion show as she decided what look good on you.
• While not enjoying all the clothes she had you try on, you kept being nice having conversation when she wasn't yelling at everyone else.
• Velvette learned that you were around the same age so she decided that you were acquainted enough to have her number.
• Apparently it wasn't optional for you.
• You brought back way to much clothes for one person, atleast now you have style.
• Chaotic neutral energy
• Charlie meet you after she heard that you improved a part of hell, wasn't expecting someone so young looking.
"Dying just after I turned 18 just means I look young forever."
• Laughing at your own dark humor.
"Ha...ha.
• Charlie did not find it as funny.
• Told you about the hotel idea and you were right on board.
• Thought it was a good way to stick it to the man and help people.
• Vaggie was surprised when Charlie brought back a child.
• More surprised that you're the Overlord that Charlie wanted to meet with.
• Definitely said Vaggie's name wrong for the first time reading it.
• Meeting Angel Dust after he decided to crash at the hotel.
• Not knowing what he was known for but definitely heard his name from someone.
"You're a kind of actor?"
"Of the sorts."
• After you heard what he was famous for.
"Well, he'll do him and I'll do me but never do each other."
• There was an awkward silence of confusion from everyone.
• Having to explain every reference you make.
• Vaggie made jar for everytime you make a dark joke.
• Charlie has asked you why you were in hell. You shrugged, never living a truly bad life but probably just too chaotic for heaven to handle.
• You leave every few days to check back in your little town to make sure everything was running smoothly.
• You know when something happens, feeling the souls you own in a panic.
• Having to let everyone remember why you were in charge a couple of times.
• Either with your words or actions.
• Luckily Rosie just adores your mannerisms and how you don't completely turn away from her with what or who she eats.
"You could say the food was to die for!"
• She finds your dark humor funny.
• So she keeps an eye out for you, sending letters to you every few days.
• You vist her every other week to just chat, she tells you about easy territories that you could get. You say you would rather show up some punks than have more responsibility with more souls.
• Offers food everytime, you say no thanks everytime.
• Rosie would tell you all the tea about the other overlords or her own town.
• Yay! You have an allie with an another overlord by being friends.
• Also with offering truly worse souls sometimes. On a rare occasion.
• Rosie knowing when you offer a soul to her, she would take her time with it. Enjoying every bite.
• Anyway- Sinners would come up to asking for deal when they are completely down on their luck.
• But whats following a couple of rules for free house and job.
• You give them enough warning before you would shake hands then saying you would know if they even thought of fucking your shit up.
• Putting an add for Charlie's hotel in your territory.
• Charlie almost hugged you to death after seeing it.
• When Alastor showed up, the two of you would have a intense staring contest.
• He wasn't expecting another overlord here, oh wait, you're new.
• Alastor not actually taking the hotel serious, pissed you off but he was more powerful.
• Charlie having to keep you and Vaggie from trying to fight him.
"I didn't know there was a new overlord! Charmed to meet you. Whose territory was up for grab?"
"She was a bitch-."
"I know who exactly you speak of, that's good. She never had any manners."
• Watching him summon Husk and Niffty and was shocked.
• Tried it and summoned one of your workers.
• Excited that it worked! Apologetic for interrupting their day.
"Ah ha! It worked! Oh shit it worked! Sorry!"
• You and Niffty vibe on a similar level. Charmingly violent.
• Vaggie has to make sure either of you give the other one a bad idea to do.
• Husk question your age when you went to the bar. Making you do the math.
"Well I died at 18, it's been a few years so old enough."
• Gave you a hard drink which you spit out after tasting.
• You decide hard alcohol wasn't for you.
• Knowing how technology was when you died making you the most technical advance Sinners in the hotel.
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That's enough for now, just a thought I had when working.
ft. Gen Z! Reader who is on the autistic spectrum + ADHD, written respectfully, keeping traits accurate without making them the punchline. No stereotypes, no infantilizing — just fun, comfort, and the realistic chaos of neurodivergent Gen Z energy. Despite Alastor being...him...I believe he would help in his "Alastor" way [he might never do this but whatever]
{based on my own experiences as anyone else has different experiences} (｡•̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ꐦ)
GenZ! Reader: If you want something, just tell me. I don’t pick up on hints.
Alastor: I have never once hinted in my entire life. My intentions are always perfectly clear.
GenZ! Reader: Dude, half the hotel thinks you’re trying to kill me.
Alastor: (smiles wider) Yes! Clearly!
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GenZ! Reader: I can’t start the thing.
Alastor: Which thing?
GenZ! Reader: Any of them.
Alastor: Ah. A familiar foe. (He extends his hand dramatically)
Alastor: Come. We shall conquer your tasks one at a time. Think of me as… an accountability demon.
GenZ! Reader: Isn’t that just a fancy word for “your weird friend who bullies you into productivity”?
Gen Z! Reader: (staring at Husk over the counter)
Husk: …What.
Gen Z! Reader: Nothin’. Just watching you make heart eyes at Angel again.
Husk: (chokes on his drink) I—I don’t do that!
Gen Z! Reader: Babe. Honey. Grandpa. You literally wag your tail when he walks by.
Husk: I DO NOT—
Angel: (walks by bar) Hey, Husker~
Husk’s tail: (betrays him instantly) fwip-fwip-fwip
Husk: (death glare at tail) STOP.
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Alastor: Your behavior is reckless, childish, and—
Gen Z! Reader: Skill issue.
Alastor: static intensifies
Thanks anon! Alastor + Gen Z!Reader teaming up to drive Lucifer absolutely feral…ft. Sir Pentious sending a postcard from Heaven with the WORST art known to demon-kind.
Lucifer (sits down with a sigh)
GenZ! Reader: Soooooo…
Alastor: (literally comes out of the shadows)
GenZ! Reader: Where’s your crown, Barbie?
Lucifer: STOP CALLING ME THAT.
Alastor: I think the term is “Ken-ergy?”
GenZ! Reader: Nah. He’s more “Target Exclusive Ken who melts in the sun.”
Lucifer: EXCUSE ME?!
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Charlie brings in the mail:
Charlie: Uh…Dad? You got something from...Sir Pentious?
Lucifer: (sigh) What NOW-
It's a glitter-covered postcard from Heaven.
On the front is a horrifically drawn decapitated duck with googly eyes. Like… two circles, a beak, a head rolling away, zero anatomical accuracy.
The caption says:
“Greetings from Heaven!”
— Sir Pentious
(Artist. Genius. Visionary.)
Lucifer:
Lucifer: WHY IS THE DUCK DECAPITATED??
GenZ! Reader: Artistic expression.
Alastor: A symbolic piece on the fragility of life!
