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ayrtonswnna · 4 months ago

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀kimi antonelli x clara wolff (wolff!female oc)

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fluff/crack — toto's daughter herself is really into making her own mess. kimi is included most of the times.

warnings: translated italian, a nepobaby with 0 brain, a car crash with no big trouble but a slight mention of blood, kimi is a big victim (boy's down for anything for pussy)

Alright, open up."

"Oh mio Dio—Oh, Clara, oh mio Dio. Ragazza!"

Clara smiled mischievously from the balcony outside, the glass keeping her outside the hotel room. She bounced in place like a child, waving a keychain like she was holding a toy.

"You are insane," Kimi mouthed as he opened the door, the girl not moving a single muscle. He was the one supposed to step outside. "God, how did you get here? It's the seventh floor! Are you crazy?"

"Yes, but that’s the fun. I have my secrets." She kept the cheeky tone to her voice; to her body language, face expression, and everything. That’s just her.

Clara Wolff; the eldest of her siblings, the first to meet her dad's legacy, the kid who grew up inside F1 garages, eyes sparkling every time the big guy of the sport lifted a trophy.

A not-so-good example of a nepobaby; a history of sneaking out to see her dad's new golden boy, running her mouth on social media, and crashing expensive cars.

But that’s what caught the golden boy’s eyes; the hurricane of a girl walking around the paddock, probably phone in hand, probably talking to whoever was near. She was, certainly, a whirlwind.

"So... I've got this bad boy straight from daddy's bag. Wanna take it for a ride?"

"No fucking way." His accent grew stronger every time he got slightly nervous. "Go back to bed. Bye-bye. No."

"Nooooo, Kimiiiii... C’mon! You’re getting boring! Just a ride around the block. Then we put it back in the parking lot and nothing really happened. Please." Clara even pouted, tilting her head slightly to the side, the way she knew how to hit him straight in the heart.

It had been a long time coming—these two had a history. Mercedes always kept an eye on the Italian driver; and if it involved Toto, it involved Clara. She watched the boy’s career just as closely as her dad did. They became friends; playing Minecraft together around garages, racing each other on kart tracks.

Surely, they got older and things changed. Clara accepted that racing wasn’t her cup of tea, and garages became far too exposed. That’s why she sneaked into his bedroom every now and then and was a master at finding blind spots everywhere.

Yes... She was hooking up with her dad's youngest star, and no, he couldn't even dream about it. She’d be screwed.

"No, thanks. I like my head where it is. No. Go to bed." He stepped back, ready to go inside. "Your dad would kill us."

"Alright. Guess I’ll just ask Ollie then... He’s not as annoying. Bye-bye, then."

Kimi watched with a raised eyebrow, knowing damn well it was all talk. Her act even included walking away like she would throw her leg over the railing, as if she would actually climb down the fucking building.

And... yeah, maybe Ollie would actually take Toto Wolff’s car out for a spin without thinking twice, and yeah, Clara was playing dirty, but, yeah... there was nothing her pampered mind couldn’t do.

"Come back inside, Clara. Dear Lord. Come back, let's go down the conventional way and find the car." He rolled his eyes, holding her arm to steady her. "You’re gonna get us killed someday, do you know that?"

"No, my only job is to get you to live right." The mischievous smile was back again, her hands going up into his hair, fingers getting lost in the brown locks. "Let's go, bambino. Get a hoodie and a cap, we’re undercover."

For one last time, Kimi rolled his eyes before following the girl inside. It was his role to be the cautious one; it was the survival manual. When one’s too reckless, somebody has to be at least a bit clever. Basically, he held her down.

But he liked the thrill of it, anyway. The car thing had become a tradition already. Every now and then she’d pop up with luxury car keys or simply behind the wheel, parked outside wherever he’d be. He liked it—she was one to enjoy the forbidden things, and having him as company made the boy feel important.

So that was the whole point as they held their heads down all the way to the parking lot until they got inside the car.

"Look at her... Big girl out here. Leather seats, big dashboard..."

Clara ran her fingers over the steering wheel, grinning like a child who just got their favorite toy. The way the car smelled like her father made the moment even sweeter—one more thing she was getting away with. She tapped the gas just slightly, making the engine purr under her touch, and turned to Kimi with a devilish smirk.

"Bet you’ve never been inside a car this expensive, Antonelli."

Kimi sighed, pressing his head back against the seat. "I have, actually. Many times. Your dad owns half of Mercedes, Clara."

"Ugh, you’re so boring," she muttered, adjusting the seat before finally pulling out of the parking spot.

The city lights reflected in the windshield as they cruised through Monaco’s streets. It was late—too late for people to be out unless they were coming back from clubs or heading somewhere they shouldn’t be. Which, obviously, included the two of them.

And then it happened.

"Wait a second," a guy at the counter squinted at them. His eyes flickered from Kimi to Clara, then down to the keychain. "Aren’t you—?"

Kimi stiffened. His hand shot out, grabbing Clara’s wrist and shoving the keychain into her pocket.

"Fuck," he mumbled, already steering her toward the exit.

Clara barely managed to grab the food before they were hurrying out the door, her laugh bubbling up as Kimi pushed her toward the car.

"You’re having way too much fun with this," he grumbled, opening the passenger side.

"It’s called living, Kimi!" she shot back before revving the engine and speeding off.

The road stretched ahead, empty and inviting. She was still drunk on the moment—the taste of him lingering, the warmth of his hands on her skin. The adrenaline mixed dangerously with the way her heart pounded, making her foot a little heavier on the gas pedal.

"Clara, slow down—"

"Relax, baby. I’ve got it under control—"

The words barely left her lips when the turn came too fast. The tires screeched, and before she could react, the car spun. Everything happened in flashes—the streetlights, Kimi’s hand grabbing her arm, the sickening crunch as the car slammed into a metal pole.

Then, silence.

Clara’s breathing was ragged. Her forehead burned, and when she reached up, her fingers came back sticky with blood. It was stupid, no big deal—they’d laugh about it in a few days.

But the thing is—Kimi loves the adventure, the adrenaline rush he gets whenever he’s around Clara. And that’s exactly what holds him back every time. Too reckless. Too much.

"Clara!" Kimi’s voice was sharp with panic. He unbuckled his seatbelt, his hands flying over her body, checking for injuries. "Jesus Christ, you’re bleeding—"

"Shit," she muttered, looking at the wrecked front of the car, from where she could already see the sirens approaching. Damn.

"Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me," she groaned, tilting her head back against the seat.

Kimi looked like he was about to pass out. "We’re dead. We are actually dead. Fuck—Clara, why the fuck do you do this? We always get caught up in something stupid because you can’t use your fucking brain—"

"What? I didn’t put a gun to your head!" she shot back.

The police arrived before they could even attempt to keep the fight going. Clara, still high on adrenaline, leaned against the car with her arms crossed, barely flinching when an officer approached. Kimi, on the other hand, looked like he was on the verge of throwing up.

"You kids out for a joyride?" The officer’s voice was unimpressed.

Clara rolled her eyes. "It was just a little accident. I could’ve handled it if you guys hadn’t shown up so fast—"

"Clara," Kimi hissed.

"Step away from the vehicle," the officer cut her off, gesturing for both of them to move.

And that was how they ended up at the police station.

Kimi was slumped in a plastic chair, his head in his hands, while Clara sat beside him, tapping her foot impatiently. The fluorescent lights above buzzed, adding to the unbearable tension. She could already hear the sound of her father’s footsteps approaching.

When Toto finally appeared, she flinched. He was furious—beyond furious.

"You. Are. Unbelievable." His voice was deathly calm, which somehow made it worse. "I don’t even know where to start."

"Maybe with how she almost killed us," Kimi muttered.

"Oh, relax, Antonelli, you’re fine. I swear to God nothing will ever—"

"Clara," Toto’s voice cut through her words like a whip. "Enough. Enough with the talk." He exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he looked around. "I’ll take you both home. I can’t believe this. A wrecked car, paid fees… Wow."

The ride back was silent. Toto barely looked at her as they walked through the hotel halls, stopping at her room. His sigh was heavy, filled with exhaustion rather than just anger.

"You need to grow up, Clara," he said finally. "Every time, I have to clean up your mess. And you’re always dragging Kimi into your bullshit, acting like you’ll never take responsibility for anything."

She swallowed, guilt creeping in. It is what it is—talking back won’t solve anything. "I know."

Toto didn’t look convinced, but he shook his head and left.

Clara sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the window. A few minutes passed. Then, quietly, she slipped out, her footsteps light against the carpet as she made her way to Kimi’s door. Like she always did.

She knocked once.

The door cracked open, revealing a very exhausted Kimi. "Oh mio Dio—Clara—"

She didn’t let him finish, slipping inside and shutting the door behind her.

"I can’t sleep alone," she muttered, climbing into his bed like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Kimi sighed, running a hand down his face before finally laying down next to her. "You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?"

She just smiled, curling into his side.

"Yeah," she whispered. "But at least you’re alive right now."

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