How is she in the paddock? Do the drivers argue over who’s garage she’s in that weekends or do the teams try bribing her to come to their garages for the weekend?
What is her relationship like with the drivers?
Bribery
Oh yes. Of course, the teams try to bribe Yn into staying at their garage during the race.
The team principals have noticed that whenever little Leclerc is staying at their garage, the drivers finish very high.
Let's take RedBull, for example. They won't hesitate to go over the catering budget for the Monegasque beauty. If Yn only likes strawberries from Spain and dessert from Austria, be certain that they will have those food options ready for Yn each race weekend (there is always a chance that she could come over, yk). They also know that Yn loves to have many RedBull energy drinks options. So they keep 4 from each flavour in a fridge specifically made for Yn ready.
Mercedes takes a whole different approach to this. Susie and Toto know how much better George and Kimi drive when Yn is in their garage. Susie INSISTED that Toto makes a room for her alone in the garage. There is a pink sofa with velvet cushion, soft beige wallpaper, and of course a huge picture of Yn in there. It also has the best air-condition along with the best heating in the whole Mercedes garage. Yn loves spending her time there, because not only can she enjoy the race in privacy, but it's also super fun to bring someone with her. (If Carmen always uses the opportunity to cuddle with Yn when they stay there, that's only for her and George to know)
McLaren always love to act like she is urgently needed their. They will go like "Yn, please hurry! Oscar needs your help immediately, " or "Lando doesn't feel so good. He only wants you there with him. " Because Yn is such a sweetheart, she would immediately rush over there. The moment she saw Oscar, she would rush to him and ask him what's wrong. Oscar would be confused but hug her tight. Of course, this would result in a cuddle session. And Lando would have no shame acting like he was dying, holding her hand and telling her, "No, Baby, you are the only medicine I need."
Williams wouldn't even have to try to bribe Yn in any way. Either Lily and Alex would trap her in a conversation (and in-between them), leading her to their garage. Or Rebecca would charm Yn in some way so she comes with her. "-and I bought the perfect dress for you, darling. It is in Carlos drivers room. You would immediately try it on, and we can see if it needs any adjustments. What? Changing in the bathroom? No, change in front of me so I can help and stuff" (yeah, Rebecca isn't subtle at all). But Carlos would be even worse. One time, he was so desperate to have her in his garage that he just picked her up bridal style and brought her with him to the Williams garage. He then sat her down, put a hit chocolate in her hands, and immediately everyone would start treating her like a princess.
Fred and Ferrari are, of course aware of all of this. Charles would be fuming each time he saw some stupid driver leading HIS baby sister into their garage. "How dare are they?! Those stupid boys don't know what Yn needs? ". Charles would also have to shame to take his sister out of whomever was leading her into the wrong garage. Fred and the Ferrari staff would form a kind of barrier and glare at everyone that comes to close to their garage. Lewis wouldn't hesitate to buy her expensive stuff. New dior bag? A brand new Porsche? A baby kitten? Done, done and done. This ensured that Yn stayed in their garage. What also played into Ferraris cards was, that the whole Leclerc family also always stayed at the Rosso Corsa. It is safe to say that Fred felt smug each time he saw some of the other team principals glare at his garage.
And if Yn ever woke up in a hotel room full of flower bouquets, it would be very hard to find out which team sent them to her.....
The charity gala is the kind of event Toto pretends he doesn’t enjoy but absolutely does — the tailored tux, the soft lighting, the chance to network while holding a glass of champagne he’ll barely sip. You look stunning, which he definitely enjoys, though he’s been trying not to stare too obviously since you walked out of the hotel room.
He’s doing well at pretending to be composed… until it happens.
You’re speaking with one of the event’s major donors — a perfectly pleasant man in his mid‑forties, charming in that polished, old‑money way. He laughs a little too loudly at your joke. He touches your arm when he compliments your dress. He leans in just a fraction closer than necessary.
And Toto, from across the room, freezes mid‑conversation.
He’s nodding at whatever the CEO of Some Logistics Company is saying, but his eyes have narrowed just slightly. His jaw flexes. His hand tightens around his glass. He looks like a man trying to calculate the exact moment he’s allowed to intervene without looking unhinged.
You catch his eye over the donor’s shoulder.
Toto raises his brows in a silent, Are you alright?
You answer with a tiny smirk that says, You’re being ridiculous.
He does not appreciate that answer.
The donor laughs again — too loud, too delighted — and Toto decides he’s had enough. He excuses himself from his conversation with a polite smile that fools absolutely no one and strides across the room with the kind of purpose usually reserved for race strategy emergencies.
“Darling,” he says smoothly as he reaches you, placing a hand on the small of your back. His voice is warm, but there’s a subtle edge beneath it. “I’ve been looking for you.”
You can practically feel the territorial energy radiating off him.
The donor smiles politely. “Ah, Toto Wolff. We were just talking about how stunning your wife looks tonight.”
Toto’s smile is tight. “Yes. I’m aware.”
You elbow him lightly, but he doesn’t budge.
The donor continues, oblivious. “I was saying she could easily be a model. Or an actress. Truly captivating.”
Toto’s hand slides a little more firmly around your waist.
“Yes,” he says again, “I’m aware.”
You bite back a laugh.
The donor finally excuses himself, and the moment he’s out of earshot, you turn to Toto with a raised brow.
“Not jealous at all, huh?”
Toto scoffs, straightening his jacket like he’s regaining dignity. “I was not jealous.”
“You marched across the room like you were about to negotiate a hostage situation.”
“I was simply joining my wife,” he insists, though his ears are slightly pink. “Is that a crime now?”
You step closer, smoothing your hands over his lapels. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
“I am not—”
You kiss him, slow and amused, and he melts instantly, hands settling on your hips.
When you pull back, he mutters, “He touched your arm.”
You grin. “And you survived.”
“Barely.”
You loop your arm through his. “Come on, Mr. Not‑Jealous. Let’s get another drink.”
He leans down to murmur in your ear, voice low and possessive in a way that sends a shiver down your spine.
“As long as no one else tries to flirt with my wife tonight.”
You laugh. “No promises.”
Toto groans dramatically, and you swear you hear him mutter something in German that definitely isn’t appropriate for a charity gala.
Love your Fernando's fic about Finland Freeze. Could you do it but with Toto Wolff. Just them spending time together with their son, Jack with a hint of surprise at the end. Thanks!! :)))
Bahama Breeze - Toto Wolff x Wife Reader + Son
Plot: You go to the Bahamas during the winter break with Toto and your son and truly experience that VIP life.
Credit to onboardcamera for the GIF
"Come on. It's our beach day today. Our munchkin is desperate to make sandcastles for his Queen" your husband Toto laughed from the edge of the bed he was leaning on. It was a nice fancy hotel bed that had those crisp white sheets.
You look up at him with your small sleepy eyes, the morning light coming in through the balcony window that was no longer covered by the large curtains, from up here you had an amazing view of the white sandy beach and the crystal clear waters.
There was multiple sounds coming in through the doors, the waves softly crashing, the birds flying around and the sounds of people darting their day down on the beach.
"Come on, get dressed into something for the beach! We'll meet you downstairs for breakfast." he smiles down at you before climbing off the bed, taking your son who was playing by the door with his bucket and spade. You take a few more seconds before starting to fully wake yourself up and get into a bikini and kaftan so you wouldn't burn when walking along the beach.
You brush you teeth and make sure your all clean before heading down to find your family, Toto said they'd meet you in the restaurant where there was a buffet style breakfast, where you both had gained weight at the promise of it being unlimited, but you were on holidays so you didn't care.
Breakfast was pretty quiet where it was later on in the morning and it wasn't too hard to find Toto and his loud voice.
A dad laugh. It rung through the restaurant like a chorus of bells. Nobody could miss it, it was like a load of plates falling where everyone turns to look at where they'd fallen from, but they were now looking at your husband and son.
You all happily ate breakfast together filling your hearts content before heading out and finding sunbeds down by the pool and beach.
As VIP of the hotel, you had premium beds that were right by the pool.
Eventually it was decided you’d go to the beach to try some of the water sports. You set up camp, laying on a towel on your front tanning the back half of your body. Your son obsessed with the sand and the way it felt so while you napped in the sun, he and Toto made sandcastles, Toto running back and forth with see water to help mould the sand better.
Eventually they both ended up just digging a really big hole. All through it you managed to bask in the rays of light shining down on you.
All of a sudden you heard little screams, in your haze of sleepiness you couldn’t tell if they were off distress.
You got up quickly rubbing the sand away from your hands as you looked around. Only to find Toto and your son, him yelling in delight as he stared to bury Toto in the sand pit they created.
As you neared them, your son opened his arms wide asking for a hug and to be lifted up. You however didn't fully slow to a stop as you were walking, and end up slipping off the edge into the small hole next to Toto who was calmly sat at the bottom, legs covered in sand.
"Offph, I know when i married you I signed up for this. But boy do I hate sand in all my crevices" you joke looking over him before helping him out if the sand and up from the beach hole he was in.
"Your the one who got me to come to the Bahamas with you! I would have happily spent my winter at home or in i don’t know Lapland!" He comments, pulling you into a hug. He loved the warm weather so he actually wouldn’t change this for the world.
The next few hours flew by, you and Toto had got your son onto a Lilo and both took him in the sea, showing him all the fishes that were in the crystal clear waters and explaining what they were to him and he had this look of fascination the whole time.
You watched on as Toto rented one of the JetSkis racing around the safe water sports area trying to look cool in front of you, his wife of course!
Then you guys got lunch on the beach bar having some drinks and making sure the little one stayed hydrated on water and juices, he’d become very fond of Dragon Fruit and Papaya on this holiday.
After a few more hours, your getting too hot, your forehead lined in sweat and not enjoying the rising temperatures and lack of wind to help cool you down. You say that you’ll go back to the hotel lobby to get a cocktail and cool down while Toto stays around the pool in the cool water with your son, who didn’t want to go inside and wasn’t suffering from the heat unlike you.
You get in, walking straight to the sports bar where that are showing some Premiere League Football on the TV, Aston Villa vs Burnley. You order your cocktail and go straight under the fan, your face immediately cooling down.
You watch the match, while playing one of those silly games on your phone that don’t take too much attention but use up time until you start to feel like you can head back out.
You stayed there for at least 45 minutes, where you had finally cooled down and felt like you could join your family back outside. You start to walk through the hotel again, noticing little things you hadn’t from when your first got here, like the fish tank behind the reception desk or the cafe off to the left serving coffees and hot chocolate in heat like this.
Eventually you found your sun beds again, Toto was calmly reading his book that he’d brought with him while your son was laying under the umbrella and under a towel where he slept soundly exhausted from all the morning activities.
Rather than going and laying on your own sun bed, you force Totos legs open and sit in between them grabbing your own book out. You were reading some riveting murder mystery where the main character was about to confront her boyfriend thinking he was the murderer when your child woke up, complaining he was hungry.
Toto places his book down and looks at his watch seeing it was around 3. Which means you guys should start to consider lunch before it’s too late.
You walk to the restaurant. Toto holding your hand in one and your sons in the other.
The waiter direct you to one of the more secluded tables in the VIP sections offering you drinks.
“Juice juice juice” your son changed at the Bahamian waitress who just giggled and nodded knowing exactly what your son wanted as she’d been very helpful to you and your family over the last few days.
“I suspect a Kalik Beer and a Tequila Sunrise?” She asks and you both nod thanking her for being so kind and welcoming.
“Come on baby let’s go grab you some grub” you smile down at the little boy, holding out your hand for him to take.
You grab multiple different food items, on two different plates one for you and one for your son. Toto always hated when he had to wait behind on the tables and watch as you and his son walked around hand in hand picking out which delicacy’s he wanted, which most days turned out to be plain kid like food, unlike you and Toto who were every adventurous on your travels, always trying local cuisine.
You set yourself back down in the gable, Toto helping the young boy into his hair so that he could start to enjoy his food and eat. Toto went up right after quickly finding himself somethings to eat before running back so he didn’t miss anything being said.
You guys talk about the holiday so far and if there was anything you really felt like you had to do before you left. Your son babbled to himself while you and Toto continued.
After lunch ended up spending the rest of the afternoon around the pool before you left at around 7pm, purely because the pool closed. No-one was in a rush to get to dinner.
You all spend your time getting ready, you doing your makeup out on the balcony while Toto and your son showered getting all the sand of their bodies.
You walk into the room, seeing your son pulling his Velcro shoes on by himself and Toto in nice fabriced dinner shorts and bare chest as he looked for a nice polo go wear to dinner.
He spotted your gaze and walked over to you, leaning down kissing your lips making you recoil away knowing that your lip gloss would transfer into his lips and leave yours meaning your makeup left ruined for the night.
"Whyyyyy?" he whined looking at you with a frowny and pouty expression that had you giggling.
"I can’t have you smudging all this work baby" you smirk, knowing he wouldn’t care if you went out with mascara streaming down your face.
"Hmmmm, can you choose me a top! Then I’ll be ready to go?" he exclaims before crossing back over to where the closet was in the fairly spacious hotel room.
“Mmmm i like the green but your a little red today baby, so maybe this Brown one” you say holding up the Brown Lacoste Polo.
“Good choice Liebling” he smiles pulling you in for a quick kiss, your son smiling happily and clapping his hands at the interaction making you do it one last time.
He looks in the mirror, trying to fix his wet hair before grabbing the hairdryer not wanting it to go puffy from the humidity here in the Bahamas, he made that mistake on the first night.
“Im so warm already I feel sticky” you complain as you guys step out of your air conditioned hotel room and into the hallways where the glass windows always remained open letting all the hot air inside.
“Yes I can feel it” he teases as he holds your hips swaying you from side to side as you all wait for the lift to come down from either the 12, 16th or up from the 2nd floor. Your son always loved predicting which one would get there first.
"Mmmmm no please!" you complain hating how his big hands that you usually love on you see just as sweaty as your body.
"I'm hurt Schatz! You won’t accept physical contract from me? Your husband?" he asks looking over you and you want to nod you really do but his expression makes you lean into his hold, and let him drape his arms around you while you both watch your son stand in front of the third lift, that being his prediction.
He was right and you all happily clambered into the lifts, Toto lifting him up as you direct him so you can take a picture of the three of you to put on your Instagram and send to your parents and your mother in law who wanted updates on your guys holiday. You’d begged her to come with you but she was a busy lady, promising she’d come next year.
“This is exactly what I needed” he sighs into your next as the lift continues it’s decent.
“Mmmm me too, it’s been a tough year for both of us”
“We earned this” he smiles kissing your neck just before the doors open exposing you to the lobby where your son runs out straight to the massive fish tank making you and Toto both laugh to one another.
What a way to have a break before the next intense season!
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