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SOLOVEY ~ arthur shelby ~ part six

A/N: Hellou everyone!! So this is a story I wrote back in like 2022 during Covid, but because of the writing style I used back then, I decided it needs an IMMEDIATE revision… it was originally posted in Wattpad, but with the rewrite, I feel it deserves a spot on my tumblr…. Hope you guys will enjoy it!!

pairing: Arthur Shelby x OC

description: In a world where war leaves no space for love, a sliver of it managed to crawl into the hearts of two most unexpected people. In the most unexpected time.

type: series

word count: 1121 words

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November 1918

The war was over. Victory was ours. But as we sat in the trench, the celebration felt like a distant echo. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and damp earth, but now mingled with something heavier: grief. Around us, men cheered and sang, their voices rough and strained, their laughter hollow. But for Arthur and me, the silence was louder.

Arthur had draped his jacket around my shoulders, shielding me from the chill that seeped into the very marrow of our bones. My head rested against his shoulder, the weight of exhaustion making my eyelids heavy. His arm was firm around me, grounding me in a way that felt like an anchor in the chaos.

"Here," I murmured, pulling my last pack of cigarettes from my pocket. Opening it, I stared at the two remaining sticks. A strange pang hit me—loss, maybe, or just the realization that even something as small as this was coming to an end.

Arthur glanced down, his lips quirking into a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Last two, eh? You sure you wanna share?"

I chuckled softly, placing the box in front of him. "Take one, Arthur. It's not like I'll need it tomorrow."

He laughed, a deep rumble that made my chest ache in the best way. "Alright then, love. If you insist." He took a cigarette and lit it with practiced ease, then handed me the match. His smile lingered, a small comfort in a night that felt endlessly heavy.

As I lit my own cigarette, I found myself watching him. That smile of his—it had kept me going through the worst of it. His smile, his voice, the way he'd sit beside me in the quiet, even when words failed.

And now, in this fragile moment of peace, I realized something I had been too afraid to admit to myself before.

I loved him.

I loved Arthur Shelby.

The thought both terrified and comforted me. I drew in a deep breath of smoke, letting it linger in my lungs before exhaling slowly. My gaze drifted upward, to the night sky.

"Is this how you plan to spend the night, eh? In my arms with a cigarette in hand?" Arthur's voice broke the silence, teasing yet soft.

I smiled, leaning into him a little more. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to spend the rest of my life like this. Are you bothered?"

"Bothered?" he repeated, his voice filled with mock indignation. Then, softer, "Not one bit, love. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind either. Forever doesn't sound so bad."

I turned to look at him, my chest tightening at the way he was looking at me. There was something in his eyes—a warmth, a tenderness that I wasn't sure he even realized was there.

Before I could think better of it, he leaned down, his lips brushing mine in a kiss so soft it almost felt like a dream. For a moment, I froze, shocked, but then I melted into him, my hands coming up to rest lightly on his chest. His lips were rough, but the way he kissed me was anything but. It was gentle, almost hesitant, like he was afraid to break me.

When we parted, my breath came in short, uneven bursts. His smile faltered, replaced with a frown.

"Did I... did I do something wrong?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I shook my head, a soft smile curving my lips. "No. Everything's perfect. You're perfect."

His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, the world around us faded away. "I love you, Monica," he said, the words so quiet they almost got lost in the night.

A lump formed in my throat, but I forced myself to speak. "I love you too, Arthur. So much."

We kissed again, slower this time, savoring the moment as if it would be our last. His hands rested on my hips, grounding me, while mine cradled his face. The kiss was broken only by my need to sneeze.

Arthur chuckled, his hand coming up to steady me. "You alright, love?"

"I... I have to sneeze," I said, trying not to laugh. "Your mustache tickled me!"

That earned a proper laugh from him, deep and genuine. "Well, if it bothers you that much, I could always shave it off."

"Oh, hell no!" I exclaimed, grinning.

A Few Weeks Later

The dock was bustling with activity, soldiers reuniting with their families, others boarding trains to return to places they hadn't seen in years. The war was over, but the scars it left behind were still fresh.

Arthur's hand rested lightly on the small of my back as we walked toward the train station. John was cracking jokes, his laughter carrying above the din, but it felt forced. Tommy and Freddie joined in, their smiles thin and brittle. It was all a performance, a desperate attempt to keep the grief at bay.

When we reached the platform, I stopped a few paces behind the others, my footsteps faltering. Arthur turned to me, his brow furrowing in concern.

"This is where we part, hm?" I said, my voice barely audible over the noise.

Arthur's face fell, his grip tightening on his bag. "Part? What d'you mean, love? You're not coming to Birmingham with us?"

I shook my head, my hands clutching the edges of my coat. "I can't, Arthur. I have to go back. My house, my pets... even the family that doesn't care about me. I left so much behind. As much as I want to stay, I can't just leave it all behind forever."

His hands moved to my hips, his touch both grounding and heart-wrenching. "Monica, listen to me. I get it, I do. You've got a life waiting for you. But... just promise me one thing."

"What?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

"Promise me you won't forget. Don't forget me, or what we had."

Tears blurred my vision as I looked up at him. "Oh, Arthur... I could never forget you."

He smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes, and I saw the tears he was trying so hard to hold back. "Good. That's all I need to hear."

We stood there for a moment, neither of us willing to let go. When he leaned down to kiss me, it was slow and bittersweet, a goodbye in the form of a kiss.

When we finally parted, our foreheads pressed together, I whispered, "I love you, Arthur Shelby."

"I love you too, Monica Winchester," he replied, his voice breaking.

He stepped back, slinging his bag over his shoulder. With a salute, he said, "Lieutenant."

I returned the gesture, my voice hoarse. "Sergeant Major."

Arthur hesitated, his eyes lingering on me one last time before he turned and boarded the train. As it pulled away, I stood frozen, watching him disappear into the distance.

Tears streamed down my face as I whispered to the empty air, "Goodbye, Arthur."

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SOLOVEY ~ arthur shelby ~ part five

A/N: Hellou everyone!! So this is a story I wrote back in like 2022 during Covid, but because of the writing style I used back then, I decided it needs an IMMEDIATE revision… it was originally posted in Wattpad, but with the rewrite, I feel it deserves a spot on my tumblr…. Hope you guys will enjoy it!!

pairing: Arthur Shelby x OC

description: In a world where war leaves no space for love, a sliver of it managed to crawl into the hearts of two most unexpected people. In the most unexpected time.

type: series

word count: 1177 words

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December 1917.

The trench was unusually quiet, save for the occasional shuffle of boots or the distant echo of artillery in the cold night. Monica and Arthur sat together on his bedroll, a cigarette in each of their hands, the soft glow of the embers casting fleeting light on their faces. Smoke hung heavy in the air between them, mingling with the frost of their breaths. The silence wasn't uncomfortable; it was the kind of quiet that felt rare, almost sacred, in a place where noise often signaled death.

Arthur broke the stillness, his voice low and gravelly. "Are you thinkin' about somethin', love?"

Monica took a slow drag of her cigarette before answering, her voice steady but distant. "No, not really. You?"

Arthur smirked, turning his head to look at her. "About you, actually."

That made her laugh—a soft, unexpected sound that seemed to cut through the heavy atmosphere. "Oh, really? And what about me has you thinking so hard?"

Arthur's smirk widened as he leaned back against the dirt wall. "Just wonderin' how you ended up here, that's all. A perfect angel like you, in the middle of this hellhole, laughin' in a trench with a soldier's arm around you?" He chuckled, shaking his head as if the very idea amused him.

Monica rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at her lips. "Perfect angel? Hardly."

"You laugh, but I mean it," Arthur said, his tone dipping into something softer. "You're not like anyone I've ever met, that's all."

Monica stared ahead, her smile fading just slightly. She shrugged, trying to keep her voice light. "Let's just say life has a funny way of putting people where they're needed."

Arthur raised an eyebrow at her cryptic response but said nothing. The air between them shifted slightly, his curiosity piqued, but her aloofness made it clear she wasn't about to share more.

As their laughter quieted, the surrounding murmurs of soldiers grumbling about the noise made both of them chuckle. The brief moment of levity was welcome, but it didn't erase the tension that lingered beneath the surface.

The bitter cold bit through their uniforms as the night dragged on. Monica sat next to Arthur near the small fire that flickered weakly in the trench. A flask rested in her hand, and a cigarette dangled loosely from her lips. Around them, the men huddled together, trying to stave off the chill.

Monica had wrapped a threadbare blanket around her shoulders, the corner of which Arthur had tugged over himself. His hand rested lightly on her hip, not in any overtly affectionate way but in a manner that felt steadying, grounding—like he was trying to keep her anchored.

The silence between them stretched long, heavy with the unspoken weight of the past few months. Monica finally broke it, her voice quiet and tinged with melancholy.

"When Joseph was an old man, An old man was he, He married Virgin Mary, The Queen of Galilee..."

Her voice, though soft, carried through the trench, cutting through the cold air like a warm thread. John, sitting not far off, joined her on the second verse, his voice hesitant but earnest.

"As Mary said to Joseph, were walking one day, To an orchard of cherry trees, They happen to stray..."

Freddie's voice added to the harmony, low and solemn.

"Then Mary said to Joseph, so meek and so mild, 'Pick me some cherries, Joseph, For I am with child.'"

Tommy, leaning against the trench wall with a cigarette between his fingers, lifted his head and joined in, his voice steady and deep.

"Then Joseph flew angry, so angry flew he, 'Let the father of your baby gather cherries for thee.'"

Arthur's voice finally joined the chorus, rich and resonant, making Monica glance up at him. His eyes met hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of them, the song and the cold forgotten.

"Then spoke up Lord Jesus from in His mother's womb, 'Bow low down, cherry trees, bow down to the ground.'

And the cherry trees bowed down, bowed low to the ground, And Mary gathered cherries while Joseph stood round."

As the final verse rang out, their voices softened together.

"Then Joseph he kneeled down, and a question gave he, 'Come tell me, pretty baby, when your birthday shall be.'

'On the fifth day of January my birthday shall be, And the stars in the heaven shall all bow down to me.'"

When the song ended, there was a long pause, the weight of the moment settling heavily over them. Monica glanced at her watch, the thin hands pointing to midnight.

"Merry Christmas, everyone," she said quietly, her voice carrying just enough to be heard by those nearby. A few murmured replies came in return, some heartfelt, others gruff.

Arthur's hand shifted slightly on her hip, his fingers brushing against hers. "Merry Christmas, love," he said softly.

She tilted her head up to him, offering a small, tired smile. "Merry Christmas, Arthur."

Later that night, Monica and Arthur sat together again, tucked into a quiet corner of the trench. The others had dispersed, some to sleep, others to keep watch. Arthur passed her his flask, and she took a sip, the burn of the alcohol momentarily warming her from the inside.

"You alright?" he asked, his voice low, almost hesitant.

Monica shrugged, leaning back against the wall. "As alright as I can be, I suppose."

Arthur studied her for a moment, his brow furrowed. "You don't let much slip, do you?"

She gave him a sidelong glance, a flicker of amusement crossing her face. "Maybe I just don't have much to say."

Arthur chuckled, though there was no humor in it. "You're a mystery, Monica Winchester."

"And you're surprisingly thoughtful for someone who claims not to think much," she shot back, her tone light but evasive.

He leaned closer, his arm brushing against hers. "I mean it. You've got this way about you—like you're carryin' somethin' heavy but you're too stubborn to let anyone help."

Monica stiffened slightly at his words but quickly masked it with a laugh. "I think you're reading too much into it, Arthur."

"Maybe," he said, though his tone suggested he didn't believe her. "But if you ever feel like talkin', I'm here."

Her gaze softened for a moment before she looked away, staring into the darkness of the trench. "Thanks," she murmured.

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken words, but neither of them pushed further. They sat there, side by side, the warmth of their shared blanket and the soft glow of their cigarettes the only comfort in the cold, unforgiving night.

From a distance, Tommy and John watched the two of them.

"They've gotten close," John remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Freddie, seated nearby, nodded. "At least they've got someone to lean on."

Tommy exhaled smoke from his cigarette, his expression unreadable. "Let's hope they remember where we are. No one's safe here, and gettin' too attached... it's a dangerous game."

The others nodded in agreement, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. In the trenches, nothing was certain—not tomorrow, not the next moment. Yet, even amidst the chaos, the small moments of connection and understanding between them were a fragile thread of hope, keeping them human in a place designed to strip them of everything.

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SOLOVEY ~ arthur shelby ~ part four

A/N: Hellou everyone!! So this is a story I wrote back in like 2022 during Covid, but because of the writing style I used back then, I decided it needs an IMMEDIATE revision… it was originally posted in Wattpad, but with the rewrite, I feel it deserves a spot on my tumblr…. Hope you guys will enjoy it!!

pairing: Arthur Shelby x OC

description: In a world where war leaves no space for love, a sliver of it managed to crawl into the hearts of two most unexpected people. In the most unexpected time.

type: series

word count: 1235 words

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August 1917

The trench was chaos as we scrambled back into its suffocating walls, the sounds of artillery and gunfire fading slightly behind the barrier of dirt and wood. My chest heaved as I pressed my back against the cold, damp earth, gasping for air. Arthur and Tommy were the last to jump in, dragging Nikolai's limp body behind them.

The moment I saw him, my heart dropped. They laid him down gently to the side, away from where the men walked, but it hardly mattered—his body had been brutalized. Nikolai was riddled with bullet holes, his uniform soaked in blood, and his face... I could barely recognize him.

I couldn't move at first, staring blankly at the horrific sight. Then, as the realization hit, a choked sob escaped my throat, and I fell to my knees.

"Nikolai!" I screamed, my voice raw and broken. I crawled to him, gathering his broken body in my arms. Hot tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision as I clutched him tightly.

The world around me blurred into insignificance. My cries echoed through the trench, piercing and heart-wrenching, but the men remained silent. They stood back, some with tears in their eyes, others looking away in discomfort, unsure how to comfort me.

I don't know how long I stayed there, rocking Nikolai's lifeless body. At some point, the sobbing ebbed into a hollow, aching numbness. I began to sing softly, my voice shaky and trembling, but the words were clear. It was a song Nikolai had written—a piece of home, of hope.

"When I go, don't cry for me, In my Father's arms I'll be. The wounds this world left on my soul, Will all be healed, and I'll be whole..."

The words filled the trench, the melody haunting in its simplicity. The American soldiers behind me stood at attention, their grief palpable in the heavy silence.

"Sun and moon will be replaced, With the light of Jesus' face. And I will not be ashamed, For my Savior knows my name..."

When the song ended, I pressed my forehead to Nikolai's bloodied chest, whispering a final goodbye. Slowly, I stood, my knees trembling under the weight of my grief. The soldiers saluted in unison, their faces solemn, before dispersing to give me space.

Only the Shelby brothers remained. Tommy and John gave me respectful nods and walked away, leaving me alone with Arthur.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped closer, his boots crunching softly in the dirt. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low and careful, as though afraid to break me further.

I shook my head, unable to form words. Tears spilled silently down my cheeks as I stared at the ground. Arthur placed a tentative hand on my shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man so rugged.

"How close were the two of you?" he asked after a moment, his tone softer now.

"Too close..." I whispered through trembling lips. My voice cracked, and before I could stop myself, I leaned forward, resting my forehead against his shoulder.

Arthur didn't pull away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me, his rough hands pressing against my back as though trying to shield me from the pain. One hand moved to my hair, stroking it gently in a comforting gesture.

"He... he was like family," I choked out between sobs. "We met when I arrived on the ship. We bonded so quickly. He understood me in a way no one else did. And now he's gone. I let myself get attached... and now he's gone."

Arthur held me tighter, his embrace firm and grounding. "It's alright, love. Sometimes you can't help getting attached. You're human. It happens."

I buried my face in his shoulder, letting his steady presence anchor me. His hand slid to my biceps, his grip strong but not overbearing.

"You'll get through this," he said softly, tilting his head to catch my gaze. His thumb brushed away a stray tear from my cheek. "You'll be alright, pretty girl. You're stronger than this."

His words were meant to be comforting, but the way his voice dipped—almost tender—caught me off guard. I didn't register the shift in his tone, too consumed by my grief to process it fully. Yet his proximity, the way he held me, felt... different.

We stayed like that longer than we should have, the line between professionalism and something more blurring with every passing second. It wasn't until Tommy's voice broke through the moment that we pulled away.

"Hey, you two! We need you over here!" Tommy's call rang out sharply, snapping us both back to reality.

Arthur stepped back quickly, his hand falling to his side, though his thumb lingered on my arm for just a moment too long. He offered me a small, almost sheepish smile as I sniffled and tried to compose myself.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice still shaky.

"You're welcome," he replied, his smile growing softer before we turned and headed toward Tommy and Freddie.

Later that evening, I retreated to a quiet corner of the trench, desperate for solitude. The grief weighed on me heavily, suffocating in its intensity. I sat with my knees drawn to my chest, staring blankly at the dirt walls around me.

"Mind if I join you, love?" Arthur's voice startled me. I looked up to find him standing over me, his expression unreadable but his eyes softer than usual.

I nodded silently, and he lowered himself to sit beside me, draping an arm over my shoulders as though it were the most natural thing in the world. The warmth of his touch was both grounding and disarming.

"How are you holding up?" he asked after a long pause, his voice low and almost hesitant.

I took a shaky breath, staring at the ground. "I don't know. I keep expecting him to walk in, to make one of his jokes... It's going to take time."

Arthur reached into his pocket, pulling out a match as I lit a cigarette. He struck the match and held it steady for me, the flame casting flickering shadows across his face.

"You're right. It does take time," he said, leaning back and gazing up at the darkening sky. "But you've got to find your way to cope. Bottle it up, and it'll only get worse."

I exhaled a plume of smoke, nodding absently. "I'll figure it out eventually... I think."

We sat in silence for a while, the quiet settling between us like a fragile truce. His arm stayed around me, and though it felt too intimate, too close, I couldn't bring myself to pull away. For the first time since Nikolai's death, the weight on my chest felt just a little lighter.

October 1917

Arthur sat on a stool, wincing slightly as I cleaned a small gash on his cheek. His hands rested on my hips, his fingers gripping lightly each time the sting of antiseptic hit.

"Thank you, love," he murmured once I finished, his voice soft but earnest.

I smiled faintly, tossing the bloodied cloth aside. "You're welcome, Arthur."

Our eyes met for a moment longer than necessary, and I felt the now-familiar spark of something I couldn't quite name. He squeezed my hips gently before letting go, stepping back to put distance between us.

"See you tonight?" he asked, his tone lighter now.

I nodded, my heart heavier than I cared to admit. "I'll bring the cigarettes."

"Good girl," he said with a grin, ruffling my hair before walking off.

As I watched him go, I couldn't help but feel that the lines between us were shifting again—and I wasn't sure how much longer we could ignore it.

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SOLOVEY ~ arthur shelby ~ part three

A/N: Hellou everyone!! So this is a story I wrote back in like 2022 during Covid, but because of the writing style I used back then, I decided it needs an IMMEDIATE revision… it was originally posted in Wattpad, but with the rewrite, I feel it deserves a spot on my tumblr…. Hope you guys will enjoy it!!

pairing: Arthur Shelby x OC

description: In a world where war leaves no space for love, a sliver of it managed to crawl into the hearts of two most unexpected people. In the most unexpected time.

type: series

word count: 1047 words

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June 1917

The air was heavy with the damp scent of earth and sweat, the trench walls towering around us like the confines of a prison. Soldiers shuffled about, their faces smeared with dirt and fatigue. Despite their exhaustion, many cast sidelong glances my way—some curious, others clearly skeptical.

I walked beside Colonel Nikolai Miranda, keeping my expression neutral and my shoulders squared. Nikolai, as always, exuded calm authority. He was more than aware of the tension my presence created and made sure to project an aura that warned others to hold their tongues.

"Eyes forward, men," Nikolai barked at a pair of soldiers gawking too long. His tone was sharp enough to make them flinch and return to their tasks.

We'd spent weeks aboard the ship preparing for this deployment, and Nikolai and I had developed a mutual respect for each other. Despite my unusual circumstances, he treated me as an equal—a rarity, even in my time. I had grown to appreciate his professionalism, and while the soldiers aboard the ship had eventually adjusted to my presence, I knew the trenches would be a different story entirely.

As we wound our way through the labyrinth of mud and wooden planks, Nikolai and I approached a small group of soldiers gathered near a command post. Four men stood together, their conversation cutting off as we approached.

"Step aside, gentlemen. We're here to speak with your sergeants," Nikolai said, his tone firm but not aggressive.

The men turned to face us, their expressions guarded. One of them, a man with piercing blue eyes and a commanding posture, stepped forward. "You're the colonel, then?"

"That's correct," Nikolai replied. "Colonel Nikolai Miranda." He gestured toward me. "This is Lieutenant Monica Winchester. We're here to assist."

As Nikolai introduced me, I took the opportunity to study the men. The blue-eyed one had an air of authority, his stance rigid and his expression serious. Beside him was a man with tired gray eyes, a neatly trimmed mustache, and an older, weathered look that spoke of years of experience. Despite his age, he carried himself with a quiet intensity that was hard to ignore. The third man looked younger, his expression relaxed and his grin almost cocky, while the fourth man, who resembled the blue-eyed one in age, appeared more subdued but equally serious.

"I'm Sergeant Major Thomas Shelby," the blue-eyed man said, offering a handshake.

"John Shelby," the younger man said with a nod. "Cavalry, but I report to Thomas. He's my brother."

"Sergeant Major Freddie Thorne," added the fourth man, his voice level and professional.

Finally, the gray-eyed man stepped forward, his gaze sharp but not unfriendly. "Sergeant Major Arthur Shelby," he said. His handshake was firm, his voice deep and steady.

I returned each handshake, keeping my expression neutral and my tone measured.

"It's good to meet you all," Nikolai said, breaking the silence. "Lieutenant Winchester and I will be coordinating with you on the upcoming operation. She'll be staying with the troops to provide support."

Arthur's gray eyes lingered on me for a moment before he nodded. "We'll see to it that she's treated with the same respect as any officer."

The statement was professional, but his tone carried a hint of curiosity, as if he was still trying to make sense of my presence.

The sergeants led us deeper into the trench, pointing out key locations and briefing us on their plans. Their efficiency was evident, and I noted that the soldiers under their command seemed well-organized despite the chaos of war.

As we walked, I introduced myself properly, explaining my military background in broad terms. I avoided any mention of my true origin—no one but the American command knew the truth about my mission or the time machine that had brought me here. The operation was classified at the highest level, and Nikolai had been briefed to treat it as a standard deployment to maintain secrecy.

The conversation remained strictly professional until John, ever curious, finally broke the formality.

"If you don't mind me asking, Lieutenant, how does a woman end up as an officer? Nurses, sure, but I've never heard of a woman holding a rank like yours."

His tone wasn't mocking, just genuinely curious. I chose my words carefully, maintaining the narrative we'd crafted for situations like this.

"Well, it's a long story," I began. "I grew up on a farm, raised by a Ukrainian mother and an American father who was a Sergeant Major in the army. I worked hard, learned discipline early, and followed in my father's footsteps when I came of age. Over the years, I worked my way up the ranks."

John tilted his head, still intrigued. "You must've had to fight harder than most to get where you are."

I allowed a faint smile. "Hard work is the same for everyone, Sergeant. My training and determination got me here, just like anyone else."

Freddie, who had been listening quietly, spoke up. "Still, it's impressive. I've never seen anything like it."

Arthur's voice cut through the conversation, low and steady. "Impressive or not, she's here now. Let's focus on the mission."

I gave him a brief nod of acknowledgment. "Agreed. My role here is to assist, not to be a distraction."

We reached a quieter section of the trench, and I took the opportunity to pull out a small box of cigarettes. "Cigarette, anyone?" I offered, holding the box out.

Freddie, John, and Thomas each took one, while Arthur waved me off. "No, thank you. I prefer cigars."

I raised an eyebrow, allowing myself a moment of levity. "A refined gentleman, then."

Arthur's lips twitched in what might've been the hint of a smile. "Something like that. But I don't recognize the brand—'Marlboro,' was it?"

I lit my own cigarette, taking a slow drag before replying. "It's not surprising you don't. It's an American brand, not common here."

John grinned. "A whole box of smokes? You're already shaping up to be the most popular officer here."

Freddie chuckled. "No complaints from me."

Even Thomas allowed a small smirk, though he quickly masked it with a professional demeanor.

Arthur, ever the serious one, crossed his arms and leaned against the trench wall. "Enjoy it while it lasts. We've got work to do."

The camaraderie lightened the tension for a brief moment, but I knew it wouldn't last. As much as I wanted to earn their trust, I was acutely aware of the weight of my mission—and the secrets I carried.

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Toto Wolff with wife reader. Anniversary gift & celebration for them. With their son, Jack. Up to you how it goes. Fluff and romantic . Thanks!! :))

a/n: considering i didn't have time until now to write, bcause ya know college, i immediately got an idea when i saw the request of how the story should go and wrote it in like two hours, don't think i ever wrote anything so quickly, hope you enjoy it!!<3

SAY CHEESE! //TW\\ one shot

pairing: Toto Wolff x wife!reader

description: Usually, anniversary in the Wolff household are not celebrated, sickness, work or both tend to take up space. Now that they managed to have a peaceful anniversary, they’re going to make the best of it.

word count: 1957 words

warnings: none, the Wolff's being adorable, Toto being a prick (lovingly), a little suggestive

If it were up to you, you wouldn't wake up today even if you were to be dragged out.

It was your wedding anniversary, a day you always got off. A day to relax with your husband and son. But in the last few years, you didn't get to celebrate. Each year someone had to be sick or work had to be short-staffed.

So now, as you felt the bed next to you dip, a groaned escaped your throat. An arm slowly wrapped around you and lips lightly brushed your neck. Turning around, you were met with your husband's smiling face.

˝Good morning schatzi...˝ he said and pressed a light kiss to your lips.

˝Please, tell me no one is sick...˝ you mumbeled. He laughed.

˝Not this year, love. Although I think Jack is sick of sitting in the kitchen alone, while I'm here waking you up...˝he said and started pressing kisses all over your face. You giggled and wrapped your arms around his waist. ˝Come on, Jack wants to show us something and we both have to be there to see it.˝ he said, pulling you up. You groan in protest.

˝Can't he come in here and show us...˝ you heard Toto laugh as he kept pulling you out of the bed.

˝Get up, schatzi...˝ he softly said as you stood up. He wrapped you in his arms, whispering in your ear. ˝Happy anniversary, love...˝he said, kissing your temple.

˝Happy anniversary to you, too...˝ you whisper, cupping his cheeks and pulling him in for a sweet kiss. You felt him hum against your lips, pulling you closer by the hips. The moment was broken by a shrill yell of both your names and you sighed. ˝As much as I love that kid, I sometimes wish we remained child-free...˝ Toto laughed and pulled you closer.

˝Don't say that... You know he's impatient...˝ he smiles into your skin.

˝Like his father...˝ You say, giggling.

˝I'm not denying anything... But, from what I remember, his mother was very impatient to get me to bed on our wedding night... Or any other night, really...˝ he teases and you smack him on the chest.

˝Such atrocities come out of your mouth when you are no different...˝you say, making him laugh. ˝Now, let's go see what our son needs from us, hm?˝ with one last kiss, the two of you make your way down to the kitchen.

The sight you were met with was beautiful. The kitchen island was filled with food and your son sat at the end, practically vibrating with excitement.

˝Mama, papa!!! You're up!!˝ he said, running up to hug you. ˝Happy anniversary, mama!! Papa explained to me this morning why it's important!˝he gushed as he kissed you on the cheek, smiling. You turned your gaze to Toto and were met with a soft expression. ˝Papa and I made breakfast! I helped with the eggs!!˝ he said happily, pulling you towards the counter.

You lifted Jack onto his chair and took your place at the counter. Toto placed a plate in front of you and you smiled at him. The waffles were shaped into hearts, and adorned with wild berries and cinnamon. He winked in your direction and you rolled your eyes.

˝What's the plan for today, hm?˝ you asked, taking a bite of your waffles.

˝I planned a photo shoot and thought we could go to the park a little... Then, your mother is picking Jack up and we are going out for dinner... Made our reservation a few weeks ago...˝ Toto said, sipping his coffee. You smiled. He turned to Jack and smiled at our son. ˝You said you had something to show mama and I something...˝ Our son smiled wide and jumped off his chair. He pulled out a piece of paper from his school bag.

˝SEE! I drew us at school! Here is papa, this is me...And here's mama!˝ he said with a wide, toothy grin. You smiled and lifted him up into your lap.

˝Look at you! You've gotten better at drawing honey. And you even managed to capture daddy's messy hair...˝ you kissed your son's cheek and looked up at your husband. He was smiling and shaking his head.

˝Good job, buddy. And don't listen to mama, she's just jealous of papa's perfect hair.˝ he moved to kiss your son's forehead, wrapping his arms around you both. You laughed at him, leaning up to kiss him. He smiled, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. ˝How about we get ready for our photoshoot, hm?˝

˝I think that's a good idea... You two get dressed while I do my hair and make-up, then I'll get dressed and we can leave.˝ you said, putting Jack down. You gave Toto another kiss and went into the bathroom.

After about an hour, you walked out of the bathroom, wearing one of your favorite dresses and a subtle pair of heels. You could feel Toto checking you out as you finished getting Jack ready.

˝Jack, isn't mama looking absolutely stunning, hm?˝ Toto asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist, lightly kissing your neck. Jack nodded vigorously, smiling wide. He laughed at his reaction, before whispering in your ear. ˝Can't wait to have you all to myself tonight...˝

You laugh at his suggestion, swatting at him.

˝Behave yourself... And stop crinkling my dress!˝ Toto smiles and moves away.

˝Ok ok...˝ he mumbles, leaving a light kiss on your neck.

The pictures were perfect—absolutely perfect. Jack's smile blinded anyone who looked at them, and Toto and you looked as gorgeous and in love as always.

After the shoot, the three of you made your way to a fancy brunch place Toto picked out saying: 'It would only be right if we went out and had a little snack while we're dressed up'. It was located in the middle of the park, surrounded by beautiful trees and colorful flowers. Jack got waffles and a hot chocolate, a little treat for being good at school. The two of you had coffee and a piece of cake to share, something you have done ever since your first date. It confused your son as to why you two had to share a piece, to which you smiled and told him 'He'd understand later'.

At home, your mother waited for you to return. She made herself coffee, took some of the waffles from the morning, and turned on her favorite show to watch.

˝I see you made yourself right at home, hm?˝ you giggle as the older woman turns to you. She smiled and stood up, hugging you once she came close enough.

˝Of course I did. Happy anniversary, my sweet girl... And you too, Toto...˝ she hugged Toto as well. She turned to Jack who ran into her arms. ˝And my handsome young man! How've you been, Jackie, hm?˝ your son giggled and hugged her, starting to ramble on about school and new kids he met. As he spoke, your mother subtly moved to the front door, winked at you, and left without a word.

˝So? Are you going to get ready for dinner?˝Toto asked and you looked down at your dress. He smiled. ˝I would suggest you change into that pretty red dress I got you to wear recently... It'll be more fitting...˝ he moved closer to you, grabbing your hips and kissing your neck. You hummed and raked your fingers through his hair.

˝I will if you let me go...˝ he chuckled at you and let go of his tight grip on your hips, letting his hands linger. You smile, making your way to get ready for the second time that day.

A little while later you walked out, red carpet ready. The wine red dress, black heels and sharp makeup... Toto was stunned. He knew you'd look gorgeous, but this was... Something extraordinary.

˝Mein Gott, schatzi... I don't even want to go out now...˝ he said, awe struck. You giggle and walked over to him. He grabbed your waist and smiled down. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you get on your tip toes and kiss him, his hands sliding down to your ass. You gasp, smacking his chest.

˝Toto!˝you say and move away from him. He huffs and smiles at you, grabbing both your coats. You stand with our back to him as he helped you get the coat on. Making your way to the car, Toto held the door open for you as you stepped into the Mercedes.

At the restaurant, he reserved a table in the corner of the balcony, looking over the vineyard. The candles on the table glowed romantically, casting a warm light onto your faces. Toto smiled warmly as you looked on over the railing.

˝Enjoying the view, love?˝ he asked softly, a hand coming closer to rest on yours gently. You turn your head to him and smile.

˝Yeah... I don't remember the last time we had any time just for us... Or the last time we celebrated our anniversary...˝ you answered and Toto laughed.

˝Remember when we did this once a week?˝ he asked and you laughed, tilting your head down.

˝Yeah... Can't believe that we came down to going on dates once in a blue moon... But I'm happy...˝ You say, smiling softly. Toto brings your hand up to his lips, leaving a soft kiss just as the waiter came with your wine. You giggled and thanked the waiter. ˝I love you, Toto...˝

˝I love you too, schatzi...˝ he smiled and kissed your hand once again. You smiled at him as well, moving your hand to cup his face.

The two of you spent the evening feeling more relaxed than ever, finally having a moment to properly talk. Everything was the topic. Work, friends, annoying family members... After dinner, you went out for a walk.

˝You know what this reminds me of Toto? Our first date...˝ you reminisce and giggle. Toto's laugh rings out, his head thrown back.

˝Mein Gott, I completely forgot what happened that night...˝ he whispered. He looked over at you and his eyes went wide. You giggled at him, seeing his reaction.

˝I was waiting to see if you would spill wine on my dress again... The red dress, vineyard date, a walk in the part after... trademark Wolff date... I didn't want to say anything to see if you'd realize... Seems you ARE getting old...˝ you laugh and stand in front of him, still holding his hand. He gasps and starts laughing.

“You are only 4 years younger than me, that makes you old as well!” Toto said, making you laugh.

The two of you soon reached the pond in the parks centre. The moon’s reflection shimmered on the waters surface, the air was crisp and the crickets created a subtle noise in the background. You shivered and Toto immediately wrapped his suit jacket around you.

“Can’t have you catching a cold now, hm?” He said, kissing your head. You smiled and shuffled closer into his side.

Your brows furrowed as you felt something hard press into your waist. You backed away and put your hand into the inner pocket of his jacket, pulling out a velvet box. You looked up, only to be met with your husband, smirking down at you.

“Open it, schatzi…” he said quietly. Your manicured fingers fiddled with the little latch and as the box opened, it revealed a beautiful silver necklace with light green gems.

“Toto…” you whispered and felt his arms wrap around you.

“Happy anniversary, my love…” he whispered back and lightly placed his lips on yours, capturing you in a gentle and loving kiss.

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SOLOVEY ~ arthur shelby ~ part two

A/N: Hellou everyone!! So this is a story I wrote back in like 2022 during Covid, but because of the writing style I used back then, I decided it needs an IMMEDIATE revision… it was originally posted in Wattpad, but with the rewrite, I feel it deserves a spot on my tumblr…. Hope you guys will enjoy it!!

pairing: Arthur Shelby x OC

description: In a world where war leaves no space for love, a sliver of it managed to crawl into the hearts of two most unexpected people. In the most unexpected time.

type: series

word count: 1347 words

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I stood silently, gripping the worn handle of my small suitcase as I gazed up at the imposing machine before me. Its intricate design glimmered under the bright lights of the hangar, a mesh of steel, glass, and humming circuitry. The air thrummed with the soft vibrations of the machine's energy, an otherworldly sound that sent shivers up my spine. This was it—the culmination of months of preparation and briefings. This machine was my gateway to a time long past, to a world of war and uncertainty.

On either side of me stood the general and the colonel, their faces set in stoic resolve. The general, tall and imposing, broke the silence, his voice tinged with a hint of finality. "Lieutenant Winchester, this is where we part for a while," he said, his tone calm but firm. He saluted me, a gesture of respect and farewell.

I returned the salute with equal precision, turning to face them both. "Yes, sir. I suppose it is," I replied, my voice steady despite the knot forming in my stomach. "See you in some time." The faint play on words felt almost cruel as I glanced back at the machine.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, my boots clicking against the cold metal floor. I hesitated as I reached for the door, my hand trembling slightly as it hovered over the handle. For a moment, doubt threatened to overwhelm me. What lay ahead was entirely unknown. But I couldn't afford hesitation now. With a sharp inhale, I grasped the handle, turned it, and stepped inside.

Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean, 1917.

The first thing I noticed was the cold. It bit into me, sharp and unrelenting, as if the air itself sought to pierce through my skin. My eyes fluttered open, and the world around me slowly came into focus. The sound of waves crashing against metal filled my ears, mingling with the creak of wood and the low murmur of voices. I wasn't in the sterile confines of the machine anymore. No, I was somewhere else entirely.

I was on a ship. A navy ship.

The deck stretched out before me, damp with seawater and bustling with activity. Men in WWI-era uniforms moved with purpose, their faces worn and grim. The ship swayed gently beneath my feet, the movement disorienting but oddly grounding.

"Hey, you there!" a voice barked, sharp and authoritative. I turned toward the sound to see a group of men marching toward me, their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

The one in front, clearly the leader, stopped just inches away, his gaze sweeping over me. "Are you the American informant from the future?" he demanded, his tone laced with disbelief.

"Yes," I replied evenly, meeting his gaze without flinching. "That would be me."

The man scoffed, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Look at this, boys," he said, turning to the others. "They sent a woman. I told them to send someone above the rank of lieutenant, and this is what they come up with?" His words dripped with mockery.

I squared my shoulders, my jaw tightening. "I'd like to speak with your commanding officer," I said firmly, my tone leaving no room for argument.

He sneered. "I am the commanding officer here, woman. So how about you show some respect?"

"And I," I shot back, my voice rising, "am a lieutenant. So how about you get me someone higher up, Sergeant?"

The group of men fell silent, their eyes darting between us. The sergeant's bravado faltered, and he took a step back, muttering something under his breath before turning on his heel. He marched off, leaving me alone with his men, who now stood stiffly at attention.

It wasn't long before another figure appeared, striding confidently across the deck. He was tall, with an air of authority that immediately commanded respect. His uniform was immaculate, and his expression, though serious, carried a hint of warmth.

"You must be the lieutenant James mentioned," he said, stopping before me. "I'm Colonel Miranda. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Lieutenant Winchester," I replied, extending my hand. "The pleasure is mine, sir."

We shook hands, his grip firm but not overbearing.

"I must apologize for the behavior of my sergeant," he said, his tone apologetic but tinged with frustration. "He's an excellent soldier, but he still carries... outdated views. Misogyny, I believe you'd call it."

"It's nothing I haven't dealt with before," I replied coolly, though his acknowledgment was a small relief. "What's important now is that we discuss the mission."

"Agreed," he said, gesturing for me to follow him. "Let's step into my office."

The journey to his office was an experience in itself. The ship's corridors were narrow and dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of salt and oil. As we walked, the colonel and I exchanged words about modern military tactics and transportation methods, his curiosity evident in the questions he asked.

The soldiers we passed stared openly, their eyes filled with everything from confusion to contempt. I heard muttered insults—words like "whore" and "slut" hissed under their breath—but I kept my head high, refusing to let them see any reaction.

Finally, we reached the colonel's office, a small but orderly space cluttered with maps, charts, and stacks of papers. The leather chair creaked softly as I sat down, grateful for the momentary reprieve from the stares and whispers.

"This kind of treatment would never be tolerated in my time," I said, my voice carrying a sharp edge. "Soldiers behaving this way would be suspended or discharged on the spot."

The colonel sighed, settling into his chair across from me. "Women aren't part of the military yet," he admitted. "Many of these men have never even worked alongside a woman, let alone taken orders from one. It's going to take time for them to adjust."

"Time we may not have," I said pointedly.

We spent the next hour discussing my role aboard the ship and my eventual deployment to the battlefield. The colonel was clear: I would need to earn the soldiers' respect through action, not words. It was agreed that I would be joining them in the trenches, fighting alongside them to recover the documents and complete the mission.

Later that evening, I was shown to my quarters—a small, private room tucked away from the others. It was simple but adequate, with a narrow bed, a wooden desk, and a single oil lamp casting a warm glow over the space.

As I unpacked my suitcase, I found myself humming a song that had been stuck in my head for days.

"If all you young men were fish in the water,

How many young girls would undress and dive after..."

The melody filled the room, lightening the heavy atmosphere. I moved about, placing my belongings neatly into the drawers, the sound of my voice the only company I had.

"You sound just like a solovey, Lieutenant," a voice said suddenly from the doorway.

Startled, I turned to see Colonel Miranda standing there, a faint smile on his face.

"How do you know Ukrainian, Colonel?" I asked, recovering quickly.

"My mother is Ukrainian," he explained, stepping into the room. "My first name is actually Nikolai."

"That's nice," I said with a small smile. "My mother's Ukrainian too. My name is Monica, but my middle name is Yelena."

He nodded, his expression softening. "A pleasure to meet you properly, Yelena."

We spoke for a while longer, discussing the adjustments that would need to be made for my presence aboard the ship. Nikolai admitted that the men were resistant to the idea but assured me that I would have command during my time here.

"It'll be... fun," I said with a wry smile.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he rose to leave. "I'll let you settle in. And don't forget—come by later for a drink."

And with that, he was gone, leaving me alone with the weight of the mission ahead.

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SOLOVEY ~ arthur shelby ~ part one

A/N: Hellou everyone!! So this is a story I wrote back in like 2022 during Covid, but because of the writing style I used back then, I decided it needs an IMMEDIATE revision… it was originally posted in Wattpad, but with the rewrite, I feel it deserves a spot on my tumblr…. Hope you guys will enjoy it!!

pairing: Arthur Shelby x OC

description: In a world where war leaves no space for love, a sliver of it managed to crawl into the hearts of two most unexpected people. In the most unexpected time.

type: series

word count: 1310 words

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The corridor stretched out endlessly before me, its stark white walls illuminated by the sterile, unwavering glow of LED lights embedded in the ceiling. The brightness was almost too much, casting harsh reflections off the polished tiles beneath my feet. Each step I took was accompanied by the crisp, rhythmic click of my polished shoes against the floor, the sound echoing faintly in the otherwise silent space. The air felt still, almost heavy, carrying with it the faint scent of industrial cleaner, sharp and clinical.

I walked with measured precision, my pace deliberate and unwavering. The monotonous setting gave me ample time to gather my thoughts, though my mind raced with curiosity and a touch of unease. This meeting wasn’t routine. The summons had come abruptly, with little explanation beyond an insistence on my immediate presence.

As I neared the door at the end of the hall, the low murmur of voices reached my ears. The indistinct chatter filtered through the heavy wood, punctuated occasionally by a louder word or a burst of restrained laughter. Whatever they were discussing sounded animated. I inhaled deeply, steadying myself. Adjusting the brim of my cap, I smoothed down the front of my uniform, ensuring every button was in place and my insignia gleamed under the fluorescent light.

When I reached the door, I paused briefly. My hand hovered over the cool metal handle before I knocked firmly, the sound reverberating through the room beyond. The chatter inside stopped abruptly, leaving only a charged silence in its wake. I waited a moment, then turned the handle and pushed the door open.

The room beyond was functional, with little effort made toward comfort. A large, round table dominated the space, surrounded by high-backed chairs that seemed too rigid to sit in for long. Fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, casting stark shadows on the pale walls. The air inside carried a faint hint of coffee and paper—both familiar, grounding scents in a room otherwise devoid of personality.

Near the door, a group of sergeants stood, their postures relaxed but attentive. As soon as I entered, however, they snapped to their feet in unison, the legs of their chairs scraping loudly against the tiled floor. Their expressions shifted instantly to ones of formality and respect.

“Lieutenant!” one of them barked, his voice sharp and precise.

I nodded, returning their salute with practiced ease. “At ease,” I said, my tone calm but authoritative.

The sergeants relaxed slightly, though their movements remained disciplined. Without a word, they filed out of the room in orderly fashion, their boots thudding softly against the floor as they passed me. I caught glimpses of their expressions—curiosity mixed with deference—but none lingered long enough to meet my gaze. Once they had gone, I turned my attention to the remaining occupants of the room.

Seated around the table were four men, their uniforms adorned with insignias that spoke of high rank and years of service. Their eyes were sharp, assessing, as they watched me step further into the room. I straightened my back, ensuring my posture was impeccable as I approached.

“Gentlemen,” I greeted, nodding respectfully.

The general at the head of the table, a man with graying hair and a commanding presence, gestured toward an empty chair. “Lt. 2nd Winchester,” he said, his tone even but firm. “Please, take a seat.”

I complied, crossing the room with measured steps. As I sat down, I removed my cap and placed it carefully on the polished surface of the table in front of me. The eyes of the men followed my movements, their expressions unreadable.

“I apologize for not arriving sooner,” I began, my voice steady but polite. “I was tied up with some pressing matters. You wanted to see me?”

The general offered a faint, almost approving smile. “Indeed, Lieutenant. And don’t concern yourself about the timing. We anticipated some delays, given your recent workload. However, let’s set that aside. We’ve called you here to discuss an assignment—one of significant importance.”

I raised an eyebrow, curiosity mingling with a touch of apprehension. “What kind of assignment, sir?”

The general leaned back slightly, folding his hands on the table in front of him. “As you may already be aware, there has been an incident involving the theft and destruction of several critical historical documents. While we’ve managed to recover most of them, a key set remains unaccounted for. These documents are not only irreplaceable but hold information of strategic and historical importance.”

“Recovered?” I interrupted, leaning forward slightly, my brow furrowing. “Forgive me, sir, but how do you recover documents that have already been burned?”

The general exchanged a glance with the colonel seated to his right. The colonel, a stout man with a stern demeanor, cleared his throat and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. His coffee mug clinked softly as he set it down.

“Well,” the colonel began, his tone deliberate, “this isn’t public knowledge, but about a year ago, we successfully tested and approved a machine capable of time travel. It’s a prototype, highly classified. We’ve been using it sparingly to undo certain… disruptions in history, such as the theft and destruction of these documents. The sergeants who just left were delivering some of the recovered items as we speak.”

I blinked, momentarily stunned. “Time travel?” I repeated, my voice laced with skepticism. “You’re saying we have the ability to go back and rewrite history?”

The colonel nodded. “Precisely. However, this technology is not without its complications. Recovering the documents required precision, and while we succeeded with most of them, a critical set from 1917—the year the United States entered World War I—is still missing. That’s where you come in.”

I frowned, my mind racing with questions. “Why me, sir? Surely there are others better suited for this… mission?”

The general’s gaze remained fixed on me, his expression unyielding. “There have been issues with the time authorities,” he explained. “They monitor all temporal activity to prevent misuse of the technology. They’ve expressed concerns about our operations and insist on dealing with someone of sufficient rank—someone they deem competent and trustworthy. Your record, Lieutenant, makes you the ideal candidate.”

The colonel added, “You’re also uniquely qualified in another regard. Your social and communication skills are well above average, and you’ve demonstrated an ability to navigate delicate situations with composure. This mission requires someone who can negotiate, assess risks, and adapt quickly. That’s why we’ve chosen you.”

I nodded slowly, processing the weight of their words. “Understood, sir. What exactly is the objective?”

The colonel leaned forward, his tone serious. “You’ll be sent back to 1917 to recover the missing documents. Additionally, there is intelligence from that era we need you to gather—details we’ll brief you on before departure. Discretion will be paramount. The mission is time-sensitive and requires absolute precision. Do you understand the stakes?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied firmly, my voice resolute. “When do I leave?”

The general stood, signaling the end of the meeting. “Pack light,” he instructed. “You won’t need much for this mission. A private will retrieve you when it’s time.”

I rose to my feet, retrieving my cap and placing it back on my head. I saluted the group, my movements crisp and practiced. “Understood, sir.”

The officers returned my salute, their expressions grave but confident. Without another word, I turned and left the room, the sound of my footsteps echoing once again in the corridor. As I walked, my mind churned with thoughts of the mission ahead. The idea of stepping into the past—to a time of war, chaos, and uncertainty—filled me with both anticipation and a gnawing sense of unease.

This wasn’t just another assignment. It was a journey into the unknown, and the weight of history rested squarely on my shoulders.

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Toto Wolff with wife reader. Doing a hot lap and him being concerned about her driving because usually he's the one who drives. Fluff and fun. Maybe suggestive 🫣 Thanks!! :))

WHY DO YOU THINK IT TOOK ME SO LONG?// TW \\ one-shot

pairing: Toto Wolff x wife!reader

description: Someone else sits behind the ˝Hot Lap˝ wheel...

word count: 464 words

warnings: none, a smidge suggestive, toto doesn't trust your driving abilities

Usually, it's an F1 driver that drives a Hot Lap. Yet, here you were, getting into the driver's seat of a Mercedes AMG-GT for the first time. Your husband, Toto, already sat in the passenger seat, laughing at you.

You hated driving. It was the most annoying part of your day. No, you didn't hate the act itself. You hated the slowness and shitty people on the road. So when Lewis and George practically forced you to do a Hot Lap, you weren't expecting you'd be driving the Supercar.

˝You alright, schatzi?˝ Toto asked as you buckled your seatbelt. ˝ I know you hate driving...¨ He continued. The statement made you giggle.

˝I hate the slowness of everyday driving... But this...˝ You say with a smirk, pushing your foot down on the pedal. The car revs and Toto's eyes widened. ˝... is more my style.˝

The car lunged forward, your hands controlling the steering wheel. Toto gripped anything he could, looking over at you.

˝What do you mean by this is your style?˝ His eyes widened. ˝Watch the turns, love!˝

˝Don't worry, I got my eyes on the road!˝ You giggle, expertly avoiding hitting a wall. ˝I wanted to be an F1 driver, ya know?˝ He looks over again, smiling at you.

˝Ja? I can see that... Maybe I should put in next season...˝ He laughs, making you smile.

˝I'll win you the championship, love!˝ You laugh, making another turn, making Toto lean towards you. He laughs and sits up properly in the seat.

˝I'm looking forward to it!... Watch out!˝ He screams, making you turn suddenly. You grunted.

˝Stop yelling! I know what I'm doing!˝ You purposefully swerve the car, making Toto panic and grab anything he could. You laugh and he huffs. ˝How about... I try to donut˝

˝ABSOLUTELY NOT!˝ Toto screams as you already start turning the steering wheel.

˝Too late!˝ You giggle, turning the car in circles. Toto begins to hyperventilate and you laugh at him again. Slowly, you bring the car on a straight trajectory.

˝You are an idiot! We could have crashed!˝ He screamed as the car came to a stop.

˝But we didn't...˝ You step out, taking the helmet off your head. He follows you, rounding the car to get to your side.

˝This only solidified the fact I'll be driving from now on. I'm not getting in the car if you're driving!˝ He said, making you laugh.

˝But you'll let me ride?˝ You say with a smirk, wiggling your brows. He rolls his eyes and walks faster. ˝Hey!˝ You run to catch up with him.

After a few secounds of silence, you decide to speak.

˝Can I ask you something, love?˝ You ask and he hums. ˝Why do you think I failed my driving test so many times?˝ You ask with a smirk, making Toto turn to you with wide eyes.

˝That's it! I'm not letting you drive anymore!˝ 

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SMELLS LIKE CINNAMON // ewan mitchell \\ part two

pairing: Ewan Mitchell x gf!reader

description: What's better than spending a perfect autumn day with your perfect boyfriend?

word count: 924 words

warnings: none, Ewan being an absolute sweetheart

The leaves rustled under your feet as you walked through the streets of Derby. You grew accustomed to the way of living here, although it took a while.

˝Want to sit down somewhere, love? Have a drink maybe?˝ Ewan asked, looking over the street.

˝I was thinking we could go and grab lunch once we're done with every task we got...˝ You said, looking up at him.

˝That sounds like a much better option, to be honest...˝He said and lifted your connected hands to his lips. ˝Where we off to next, hm?˝ 

˝I saw some really cute Doc Martens the other day... Was thinking of splurging a bit...˝ You giggled and he smiled.

˝Ok, let's go then!˝ Ewan exclaims and pulls you towards the store.

After trying on the shoes and getting into a small squabble on who should pay, you having won, Ewan and you finally made your way to the grocery store.

Ewan pushed the cart, while you followed the list and filled it up. Once again, there was a squabble on who should pay, only to have Ewan pay as you reached for your wallet. The older lady at the register smiled at you and giggled as you apologized.

Once you reached your apartment, Ewan unpacked as you went to take care of the laundry and the living room. Once all of that was done, you changed into more comfortable clothes and made your way to the kitchen.

˝What are you makin', honey?˝ You whispered, wrapping your arms around his waist.

˝Just some pasta... I know you really wanted to go to that Italian restaurant...˝ he said, lifting your hand for a kiss. You hummed, resting your head on his back.

˝We couldn't have known they were doing renovations...˝ You hummed and smiled. ˝Thanks, though.˝

˝Anything for you, love...˝ Ewan said through a soft smile. ˝I'll be done in a minute. Set the table, love.

˝Got it...˝ You said, kissing his neck lightly and moving to take out the dishes.

His food was delicious... It always is, he perfected the art of cooking. You weren't even close to his level, but it never bothered him. He loved cooking for you... He loved the excitement and the expression on your face when you enjoyed his cooking.

˝You're staring, Ewan...˝You said through a smile.

˝Mhm... I'm well aware...˝ He said through a dopey smile. ˝What did you plan on making?˝ He asked.

˝A few things, actually... Those apple crumble muffins and cookies, since there will be leftover crumble from one of the recipes... I have to make some sugar and chocolate chip cookies for the Autumn bake sale at college... And, of course, cake of the month!˝  You listed, smiling throughout.

˝Then what are we waiting for? There seems to be a lot to do.˝ Ewan said, standing up and picking up his plate. ˝I'll take care of the dishes and then we can start.˝

Now, unlike cooking, baking was your expertise. Cookies, cakes, and anything sweet always seemed to appear wherever you came. Ewan, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. Whenever he tried to bake something it was either under or over-baked... or flat-out burned.

˝Sweetheart, when does the crumble come in?˝ Ewan asked, sitting at the kitchen island.

˝Not yet... I still have to make the muffin batter.˝ You said, icing the cake in front of you.

˝Hm... When can we eat the cake?˝ He asked, making you smile.

˝Tomorrow. When your mum comes after church.˝ You look up at him. ˝But you can have the muffins once they're done. I'll even leave you some of the cake icing to have with them...˝

˝Thank you, love...˝ Ewan said, standing up and hugging you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. ˝What are we gonna watch later?˝ He asked while peppering your shoulder and neck with kisses.

˝Arthur and the Invisibles...˝ You hummed, enjoying the contact.

˝The what now?˝ He laughed out. You turned your head towards him, gasping.

˝You've never watched the masterpiece that is that movie?!˝ You asked, giggling as he smiled at you.

˝Not once, my love... I'm glad you'll show me, though...˝ He kissed your cheek and rested his head back on your shoulder. You hum and continue working on the cake.

˝Will you take out the ingredients for the cookies, please?˝ You ask him, leaning to your shoulder to kiss him. He nodded and separated from you, going over to the fridge.

Once everything was baked, Ewan plopped on the couch. You laughed, situating your hands on your hips.

˝What are you tired of?˝ You asked, still smiling.

˝You do realize being an amazing and supportive boyfriend is a tiring job, right?˝ Ewan said, hanging his head over the armrest.

˝Well, my amazing and supportive boyfriend, there are dishes in the sink...˝ You say, leaning down to give him a kiss. ˝While you're doing that, I'll prep the movie...˝

˝Mhm... I'll be quick...˝ Ewan said standing up. He took the apron that hung around you.

Finally, you sat down on the couch, tucking your feet under you. Ewan soon joined you, bringing snacks, including your muffins, and drinks.

˝You ready, love?˝ He said, wrapping an arm around. You pulled the fluffy blanket over both of you, humming and nodding while you did so. You unpaused the screen, the movie's opening title rolling out.

By the end of the movie, Ewan had fallen asleep against you. Rain was falling and hitting lightly against the windows the scented candles the two of you lit a little while ago giving away a faint glow. You sighed, turned the TV off and rested your head against Ewan's.

You loved this. The rain, the faint light, and the scent of cinnamon... And of course, the warmth of having your loving boyfriend so close to yourself.

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SMELLS LIKE CINNAMON // ewan mitchell \\ part one

pairing: Ewan Mitchell x gf!reader

description: What's better than spending a perfect autumn day with your perfect boyfriend?

word count: 727 words

warnings: none, Ewan being an absolute sweetheart

Early mornings this time of the year were something you waited for the rest of the year. Days lasted a little shorter and nights were prolonged, you could start wearing your sweaters and boots...

But what you liked most this time of the year was Ewan. Of course, you always loved him, but there was something special about seeing him in the fall setting. Seeing him all cozy in bed, surrounded by a number of blankets or sitting on the balcony, bundled up with a cup of coffee.

˝You're starting again, love...˝ His voice broke through your thoughts. He took a sip from his coffee and outstretched his arm for you to come closer. You shuffled closer, the blanket dragging behind you. Ewan pulled you into his lap, kissing your temple. ˝How come that you can walk around in a blanket, but I can't?˝ He nuzzles your neck, making you giggle.

˝I just woke up. You're not allowed to carry the blanket around because you refuse to leave it behind.˝ You cup his face, smiling at him. Ewan squeezed your hips, pulling you closer. You lean in connecting your lips lightly.

˝Fair enough...˝ Ewan whispered in between soft kisses.

˝I should go change and have breakfast... I'm starving.˝ You grumble, making Ewan chuckle.

˝I already made coffee and french toast...˝He said and you whined, pouting.

˝I love you so much!˝ You say, kissing him again and standing up. He smiles, smacking your ass as you walked away. You shrieked slightly, laughing afterward.

When you left your bedroom, your nose was filled with the smell of cinnamon. Walking into the kitchen, you were greeted with a plate of apple and cinnamon-topped French toast and your favorite mug filled with coffee and whipped cream. Picking up both, you made your way to the balcony.

˝Thank you, Ewan.˝ You said, walking to your chair and starting to eat.

˝You're welcome, love... And bon appetite!˝ He smiled and said, lighting another cigarette. ˝Any plans for today?˝ He asked.

˝I need to go and buy groceries, as well as some things for the apartment... And I was thinking... baking and then a movie night?˝ You said, taking another bite of food afterward. Ewan hummed, nodding his head.

˝Sounds like a plan for me... We could go for a walk before the store, I haven't been this free in a while...˝ He said, chuckling after looking over at you. ˝You got a little something on your lip...˝He reached over, wiping whatever it was. Ewan brought his finger to his lips, lightly sucking on it. You blushed, taking another sip of your coffee.

˝A walk sounds lovely... Through town or?˝ You asked, smiling at Ewan.

˝Yeah... Just to stretch our legs...˝Ewan stated lovingly gazing at you. ˝You done with breakfast, sweetheart?˝ He asked. You hummed and nodded, pushing your plate further away from you.

˝Mhm... I gonna grab my jacket and scarf and we can head out.˝ You moved to stand up but were stopped by Ewan. ˝What?˝ You look up at him.

˝You sit back, relax... enjoy the view... I'll go and get you things, hm?˝ Ewan said leaning down, kissing your forehead, then nose, and finally your lips. You hummed into the kiss, smiling slightly.

˝Ok, honey...˝ You kiss him back, your hands resting on his waist. Ewan smiled, reluctantly moving away from you. He made his way inside, picking up your dishes on his way.

The sun shone through the red and orange leaves that covered the view from your balcony... The traffic through your street quieted as people were at work... It was the serene kind of moment that you dreamed of...

˝Feet up!˝ You looked down, noticing that Ewan came back, now kneeling in front of you, holding your boots. You giggled and lifted your foot into his awaiting hand. He smiled and put on your boots, standing up after and giving you his hands. ˝Come on! Let's go, you still have to put on your jacket!˝

˝I absolutely adore you, Ewan... You know that right?˝ You say, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer to himself.

˝You know I adore YOU, hm?˝ He said, punctuating each word with a gentle kiss. I giggle and tangle my fingers in his hair.  ˝We should stop or that grocery trip WILL be canceled.˝ He said through the kisses.

˝Fine, fine... Let's go...˝ You untangle yourself from his arms and with one last kiss, start your journey to the front door.

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AM!Fernando Alonso with wife reader. With him being the TikToker of the year and a rookie, it was all very entertaining. Maybe she is being captured in one of his videos and the Internet went wild, with their 'son', Lancey. You decide how it goes. Fluff and cute. Thanks!! :))

a/n: so cuuute, i had so much fun writing this and i could exactly imagine each scene in my head!! enjoy

ROOKIE MISTAKES //FA14\\ one shot

pairing: Fernando Alonso x wife!reader

description: a compilation of dumb mistakes the Alonso couple made throughout Fernando's budding TikTok career

word count: 1621 words

warnings: none, fluff, maybe a tiny bit suggestive

2023

˝Corazon! Where are you, amor?˝ Fernando yelled from the door. You rolled your eyes at his antic. There was no need for yelling, your flat was small enough that a whisper could be heard from the door to the kitchen.

˝What do you think, hm?˝ you said back, smiling to yourself. Soon his arms wrapped around your waist, his head falling to your shoulder. He peppered kisses on your exposed skin. ˝You're in a mood...˝ you giggled as his beard tickled your skin.

˝A very good mood, amor. I have geat news...˝ he smiled into your skin.

˝Well then... Spit it out.˝ You giggled. He pulled away from you, turned you in his arms and looked in your eyes.

˝I'm moving to Aston Martin.˝ he said with a smile. You gasped, squealing and jumping, making Fernando laugh. “I think you took it well.”

“Love, you know Aston Martin is my all time favourite team, it’s even above the ones you drive and or drove for… And that says a lot, considering how much I love you.” You wrap your arms around this neck and pull him towards yourself. He leaned down, coming close to your ear.

“I may have accepted the offer because of that exact reason…” he whispered, kissing your temple. You pulled away, looking at his face.

“Nuh-uh!” You exclaim in disbelief, a slight smile present on your lips.

“Mhm…” he hummed against your lips, giving you a sweet kiss. You keened at the contact, melting in his arms.

What the two didn’t realise is that Fernando was on a call with his future boss and forgot to disconnect.

Rookie mistake no.1

You heard a noise coming from the kitchen and turned your head to try and get a look. You were resting on the couch, some crime show playing on the TV as background noise.

Fernando had returned home for the week, opting to spend some quality time with you, rather than practicing.

Does he really need to practice tho?

“Fernando! Nando!” You yelled but he didn’t seem to notice. He continued making noise as before, although seemingly toning it down. You raised a brow, stretching your neck out to once again try and get a look.

“My love what are you doing?!” Once again, your voice sounded out through the apartment, but your words didn’t register in your husband’s mind.

What you didn’t suspect was, that he was filming a TikTok and your voice can be heard loud and clear in the background.

Rookie mistake no.2

How was there always noise when you tried to relax?

This time, you were baking, try to unwind after a hard day. Fernando was probably filming again, something you found highly entertaining. It seemed he fit in with the trends, following almost all of them, incorporating the new slang into his vocabulary.

You were walking back and forth between the kitchen and the pantry, always needing a new ingredient. You didn’t want to bother your husband when he was in his element, that was his way of relaxing and you respected that, although you didn’t quite understand it.

On your way back to the kitchen you stopped by the living room.

“My love want to help me decorate?” You looked in his direction. He turned in your direction and smiled wildly.

“Of course, corazon. I was actually planing on helping out so I could film it for TikTok!” He jumped up from the sofa and made his way to you, grabbing your waist and pulling you close.

“Just for TikTok?” You pouted, looking up at him. He chuckled.

“You know baking stresses me out, especially when I’m with you… I love you, but I need to have a few more motivators to bake.” He explained. You laughed, cupping his cheeks.

“I know, I was just teasing….” You connect your lips with his, humming into it. He pulls you closer by the waist.

“Aren’t we supposed to be making a cake?” He says in between kiseses.

“Yeah… but we can spend a few more minutes together… it’s till has to cool down a little…” you say, following his question.

After a little while, you return to the kitchen, Fernando following closely. The cake was finished in record time, although there was a huge mess surrounding you.

You stood there and smiled softly at your husband. A cutesy apron encircling his waist as he filmed a video of the cake the two of you worked so hard on.

As his camera panned out, it landed on your smiling face.

Rookie mistake no.3

“What do you need, niño?” Fernando answered the phone quickly and you sighed. It was his job calling, most likely Lance by the nickname he used. You sat up, looking at your husband talk.

“Im going to the kitchen, I’ll grab you something to drink.” I whispered and kissed his cheek. He smiled and turned back to his call, only to be met with a screaming 20-something year old. You heard it as well.

“What�� was… that! Fernando, you got someone i bed with you?! Omg, man didn’t mean to interrupt, hahahahahahaha!” Lance screamed, making Fernando sigh and huff out a laugh.

“Yes, Lance, my wife is here…-“ he explained, but was once again cut off.

“WIFE!? I didn’t know you were married! Get her on the phone, NOW!” Lance screamed and Fernando looked at you. You shrugged and put out your hand. He smiled and handed you the phone.

“This is Y/N speaking.” You started, not knowing the correct approach.

“Omg hii! It’s Lance, Nando’s teammate. Just wanted to say it’s nice to meet you, even if it’s on a call and no one knows he’s married.” You could hear the smile in his face and chuckled.

“Nice to meet you too, Lance! Listen I was on my way to the kitchen so I’ll give the phone back to Nando, and we’ll organise a dinner or something to properly meet, hm?” You suggested, smiling down at your husband.

“Sounds good, now I gotta talk to Fernando because of the actual reason I called.” He said and you handed the phone back to Fernando. You kissed his cheek once again and walked out of the room.

Rookie mistake no.4

As you mindlessly scrolled through your socials, a gossip site caught your eye.

On the first picture of the slide, there was a picture of your husband, a simple spontaneous walking pic from the paddock with a simple statement: ˝EVERY TIME FERNANDO ALONSO SLIPPED AND PROVED HE WAS IN A SECRET RELATIONSHIP˝.

You sat up a bit straighter, seeing the title. You begin to scroll through the pics one by one and slowly remember when these things happened, but one of them stuck out: that day Fernando forgot to take his ring off. You mentally face-palmed at your husband's forgetfulness. Of course he'd forget to take his ring off.

The comments were... interesting. Some claimed the gold band was a fashion statement. Others guessed right, that he was a married man. Others... Simply made jokes. The statement that it was edited was the most prevalent one. It made you relax, but a thought lingered in the back of your mind.

You needed to talk to Fernando.

2024

You were in the kitchen, preparing dinner for Nando, Lance and yourself.

˝You worried 'bout your upcoming debut, mami?˝ Fernando asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you. Lance gaged and both of you looked his way. ˝What's the problem, hm? You don't hear us complain when you kiss Marilou...˝ your husband asked with a raised brow.

˝Oh, nothing.... It's just lovely to see old people in love...˝ he said with a smirk.

˝Someone is not getting any dinner tonight, it seems...˝ you said, a little smirk playing on your lips. Lance gasped and placed his hand on his chest dramatically.

˝How dare you deprive me of my food?! just kidding though, I'm still not used to the fact he's married.˝ we all laughed and you placed his plate of food in front of him.

˝Eat up, Lancey...˝ you said and laughed smacking him on the back of the head.

˝Hey! That's child abuse!˝he said with a smile and you laughed.

After all of you finished dinner, Lance was supposed to wash the dishes but bailed last second saying that ˝Marilou was calling him˝, that she was having an ˝emergency˝.

You and Fernando looked at each other with small smiles on your faces.

˝It really feels like we have a kid, doesn't it?˝ you asked making your way into the kitchen.

˝Where are you going?˝your husband asked you, choosing to follow you.

˝To do the dishes, they're still in the sink...˝ you answered, extending your hand to grab your apron. Only to have it snatched from your grasp by your husband.

Fernando grabbed you by the waist, pulling you flush against him.

˝You don't have to do them now, hm? Leave them, I'll do it in the morning... We haven't had a moment alone in a while...˝he said, kissing your neck. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

˝Slow down, don't want to have marks when I come to the paddock tomorrow.˝ you said, pushing him away, but he pulled you right back.

˝What's the problem? You're my wife, amor, it won't be such a deal...˝he said continuing his ministartions.

˝You think there won't be pictures? I don't want to look like that in the first pictures of my paddock appearance.˝ you whine, still wrapped up in his arms.

˝Fine, fine... but after the race, I want no complaints... Got it?˝he said with a slight smirk, slowly closing the gap between our faces. You smile.

˝Yessir!˝ you giggle, connecting your lips and humming.

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What about engineers if anyone works within F1?

i would ask for clarification on the question if it weren't anon, but i think there could be two answers depending on the context of the question <3

would i write for engineer! reader?

yes, yes i would although, i doubt i'd do it justice like some other writers whose works i've read

2. would i write for current f1 engineers?

also yes, but not right now if i do start writing for the engineers, it would be bono, GP, maybe spini and hamelin

but if i interpreted wrong, don't hesitate to send another ask and i'll gladly answer again <3

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Love all of your Toto's FICS!! 😍😍😍 Would you consider writing for other team principals? If yes, who?

thank you for the support!! im glad people are actually enjoying my writing 💙💙💙

right now, i don't have anyone specific in mind in terms of wanting to write for, besides toto <3

but if i do end up deciding to write for someone else, i'll make an announcement or a poll, depending if i have one or more people in mind <3

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Toto Wolff with wife grumpy!reader because she had too much work to do and everyone was pressuring her. (she's an accountant) With both her boys (Toto and their son, Jack) everything is better. Fluff and maybe a little suggestive. Thanks!! :))

a/n: ooooh, i like the concept, but it took me a little while to figure out how to write it tho... she did end up being more on the overwhelmed and frustrated side, rather than grumpy, but i hope you'll enjoy!! :)

also i pulled out my german knowledge for this one and confirmed it with my translator (mom), so i hope no germans or austrians get mad at me ~~~///(^v^)\\\~~~

(FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED!!)

NUMBERS AND COMFORT // TW \\ one-shot

pairing: toto wolff x grumpy!wife!reader

description: based on the request above!

word count: 1320 words

warnings: none, a little suggestive (pls tell me if i need to add something)

Papers on paper on papers... You could barely see over the copious amounts of documents littering your desk. Monthly spending records, receipts, bank statements... as well as all the other things. That usually meant you would be busy and occupied, something that you greatly welcomed at your job, but today seemed unusually overwhelming.

It seemed that today, all things that could go wrong... went wrong. One of your colleagues lost two crucial documents from the beginning of the month, setting your monthly report back at least two days. The bank also seemed to have lost those same documents as they couldn't find any record of there ever being transactions that time of month.

Your boss decided that today of all days, he will come in to bother you about the same report you didn't have all the documents for, as well as dumping some more work on your back, because... why not.

Oh! And let's not forget that the paperwork that needed to be done by your colleague for all of the salaries to arrive on time was stalled because she forgot to do it before going on vacation, setting payday a week back and adding even more paperwork to the ever-growing pile on your desk.

Your head fell into your hands, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. Your third cup of coffee sat empty next to your notebook. With shaky hands, you lifted your phone from the small side table that it usually sat at, having not checked in on it in hours.

' 15 missed calls from ˝SCHATZI˝ '

You sighed again, looking at the screen. The notification stung your eyes, not only by its brightness but its contents. He was probably worried, excessively so.

I looked around the office, seeing that the pile dwindled slightly, having finished calculating the pay first. The report was missing the data from the first two weeks. But, you stood up, put on your coat, and grabbed your bag. Without a word, you left the company building and made your way towards your car.

Sitting down and starting the car felt weird, as if you weren't doing it by your own will. The ride home was silent, having turned off the radio the moment it started playing. Tears welled up in your eyes, the exhaustion from the day finally catching up to you.

Parking the car in your driveway, you quickly got out and went to the door. You searched for your keys, but to no avail. A pair of footsteps quickly approached the door and your husband's face soon appeared in the doorway.

You pushed past him and quickly pulled off your heels and coat, dropping them on the floor. You could feel his eyes following you as you moved to the kitchen.

He was worried. It was evident in the way he looked at you and immediately followed after you. He saw you at the kitchen counter, head in hands, sighing and rubbing your temples.

You both heard the quick patter of feet on the tiles of your home, knowing fully well who it was.

˝Is mutti back?˝ Jack's small voice asked from the door into the kitchen. When he saw you, his face immediately lit up. ˝MAMA!˝ he ran to you, hugging you and you groaned. You loved your son, but the force of him slamming into you and the already existing headache made you nauseous. He started rambling and you saw from the corner of your eye, Toto shaking his head.

˝Jackie, please... be a little quieter...˝ you said, but he didn't seem to hear, continuing his rant. ˝Jack...˝ you said again, but once again he continued. Your were getting more and more frustrated by the second, something Toto picked up on rather quickly. He moved closer to the two of you, pulling Jack away slightly and lifting him up to sit on the counter.

˝Ok, Jack, das reicht, mutti hat Kopfschmerzen und hatte einen sehr harten Arbeitstag. Wie wäre es, wenn du ihr einen kleinen Kuss gibst und sie ruhen lässt, hm? Du kannst ihr später von deinem Tag erzählen. (Ok, Jack, that's enough, mom has a headache and has had a very hard day at work. How about you give her a little kiss and let her rest, hm? You can tell her about your day later.)˝ Toto told him and he nodded, stretching his arms towards you. You moved closer and Jack took your face in his small hands, giving you a kiss on the forehead. You giggled and kissed his cheek back and the moment you put him down on the ground, he scurried off to play.

You turned to Toto and wrapped your arms around his neck, placing your face on his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the top of your head.

˝Thank you...˝ you mumbled, tired and in pain. He smiled down at you, pulling away slightly.

˝There is nothing to thank me for. How about you go shower and change, I'll make something to eat. Hm?˝he asked and you smiled, tears welling up in your eyes. ˝What are the tears for, hm, shatzi (honey)? What's wrong?˝ he moved away some hair from your face, gently wiping the tears away.

˝It's just... too much. The work and the incompetent people I work with... UGH! They are all so insufferable!˝ you groan and bury your face in his chest.

˝It'll pass, meine liebe (my love), now go and get ready for dinner.˝ he said with a final kiss to your forehead and a light smack to your butt as you left, making you giggle. As he prepared dinner, you showered and changed, already feeling better.

You dropped by Jack's room, seeing him playing on the floor.

˝Jackie, coming down for dinner?˝ he lifted his head and nodded, starting to pick up his toys. ˝Leave the cleaning up for later, come now.˝ you open your arms and he runs into them, giggling. You lift him up and go downstairs.

In the kitchen, you're welcomed by a sight. Toto with your small, strawberry print apron cooking something that smelled divine, your handwritten cookbook opened in front of him. He heard you and Jack giggle and turned around.

˝What's so funny, eh?˝ he asks, putting his hands on his hips, which only makes you and jack giggle even more. You set your son down and turn him towards you.

˝Go and turn on the tv and find something to watch, I'm gonna stay and help dad with dinner.˝ with a small 'ok' he ran of to the living room. ˝You look cute in that apron, where did you find it?˝ you giggle, smoothing it down on his chest, resting your hands there.

˝In better spirits, I see?˝ he asks and you nod, hugging him. ˝Go and set the table, I'll be done here soon.˝ he pushes you back and you smile.

Now that everyone was gathered at the table and eating, you finally felt at peace. No annoying coworkers, no piles of paperwork. Just you, your son and husband, and a relatively good dinner save the few burnt pieces of onion.

After dinner, you all lay on the sofa, watching something on the tv. Jack lay on Toto's left, almost asleep, and you on his right. Toto's hand was on your hip, tracing small circles in your exposed skin. Neither of you paid any attention to the tv, stealing kisses from each other. His hand slowly moved higher, his kisses getting more passionate.

˝Toto...˝ you whined as his hand moved lower to your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.

˝What, schatzi?˝he whispered into the kiss.

˝Not here...˝ you whispered back.

˝Hmm... I'll put Jack to bed...˝ he rose to his feet, picking up your son along with him, and you followed suit. ˝And you get ready in the bedroom...˝ he said as he pulled you in for another passionate kiss, squeezing your ass harder. As you kissed, all that was heard was a low 'eeewww' from Jack.

You quietly laughed and made your way to the bedroom, sending one last wink in Toto's direction.

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MAMÁ Y PAPÁ //TW\\ part two

pairing: toto wolff x bakeryowner!reader

description: coffee is a morning ritual that toto can't skip... so when a new bakery opens near the mercedes-amg HQ, he can't help, but pay a visit...

faceclaim: various pinterest girls

y/nsweets

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y/nsweets haven't posted the children in a while, now have i?

user1 so majestic!!

user2 they're adorable

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toto_wolff

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toto_wolff is this how it's done, schatzi? @.y/nsweets

y/nsweets you kinda messed it up, but who cares?

toto_wolff im sorry, wont happen next time y/nsweets there is no next time, people know now toto_wolff oops

lewishamilton he's lost, someone help him

georgerussell63 he's beyond help mate

user3 TOTO??!! CON WAS RIGHT!!??

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y/nsweets

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y/nsweets him<3

toto_wolff 💙

y/nsweets <3

user4 uhmmmm THE MESSEGES!!??

user5 MR. WOLFF??!! THE TEXTS???

user6 someone coming to jump with me? i'll pick you up

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y/nsweets

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y/nsweets i fear we're parenting too hard

user7 i see where george gets his style from

user8 him and carmen defo have them in their little moodboards

user9 ate!

user10 devoured even! user11 and left no crumbs

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toto_wolff

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toto_wolff missing the missus

user12 toto what??

user13 i bet its either george or y/n running his insta, cause sir?? user14 istg georgerussell63 lewis suggested the caption and i approved user12 what??!! this is absolute chaos

y/nsweets miss you too<3

toto_wolff 💙

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sfos_bakery

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sfos_bakery if you ask us, blueberry season has already started!

lewishamilton @.georgerussell63 @.toto_wolff she's trying to make us jealous

sfos_bakery is it working?? toto_wolff too well, they went looking for blueberry muffins they bought last night sfos_bakery did they find them?? georgerussell63 bono ate them this morning, lewis is looking for him now

user13 bono eating their muffins and lewis is now looking for him? what's he gonna do?

user14 probably send him to buy them more georgerussell63 bono brought a dozen as compensation for the 3 he ate user13 not george giving us updates

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sfos_bakery

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sfos_bakery guess what, melbourn!

user15 omg, what?!

user16 she really is an icon for this user17 imagine just going somewhere and doing a pop-up, unexpected user18 i mean... its a pretty good idea, they're traveling and expanding, she gets to see the merc gang (toto) and the drivers get fresh baked goods, as well as others

user19 just passed by you guys, will stop on my way back!!

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sfos_bakery

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sfos_bakery we had a blast this weekend at @.mercedesamgf1 office, celebrating the recent successes, but i think we won't be doing catering anymore

mercedesamgf1 the cookies we amazing, you should start selling them

sfos_bakery they're our normal sugar cookies... mercedesamgf1 yeah, but these have the mercedes logo on 'em sfos_bakery nuh-uh, i spent far too long on each of them to be doing it on a large scale

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y/nsweets

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y/nsweets off to summer break... sardinia, anyone?

user20 toto's shoulders will be the death of me...

user21 right like... mans is too fine...

user22 what was he thinking about in that last pic????

y/nsweets he was debating within him if we should have fish or veal for dinner user22 which was it?? y/nsweets chicken, i ended up not feeling either of the options

user23 wait if she's in sardinia... who's running the bakery

user24 a collective vacay, they all go at the same time so the bakery is sadly closed

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A PICK-ME-UP//TW\\ part one

pairing: toto wolff x bakeryowner!reader

description: coffee is a morning ritual that toto can't skip... so when a new bakery opens near the mercedes-amg HQ, he can't help, but pay a visit...

faceclaim: various pinterest girls

sfos_bakery

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sfos_bakery something is brewing in our coffee pot....

user1 omg maybe some new pastries... haven't added anything new in a while...

user2 or a new location... i think i head whispers about a new location last time i came by...

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sfos_bakery

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sfos_bakery As Greta van Fleet once said ˝A Change is Gonna Come˝ We would like to welcome you to our new main location in Ludwigsburg, Baden-Württemberg! The decision to move came up a while ago and we've now acted on it! The old location in Stuttgart will remain where it is so you won't be missing out on anything!

Can't wait to see you all in the coming weeks!

user2 CALLED IT!

user1 ok, we get it

user3 OMG i dont have to go to stuttgart to get my fav cake anymore!!! GOD IS GOOD!

user4 so dramatic... but yes

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y/nsweets

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y/nsweets just a normal week in my life...

user6 she is genuinely so aesthetically pleasing to follow, it is unbelievable, like i calm down whenever she posts????

user7 the composition, i feel like is what makes it so calming user8 ok yall are digging to much and making it philosophical, its nice to look at and thats it

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sfos_bakery

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sfos_bakery its better to stick with the classics...

user10 OMG they look so goood!!!!

user11 right, i only get them from here!! user12 i tried to make them myself at home, not even close to theirs user11 i think its the love y/n puts into the sweets and the bakery that makes them so good user12 mh, fr fr

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y/nsweets

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y/nsweets always was and always will be... a mercedes girl

user13 her hair, OMG!!!!

user14 the mercedes, the martinis, the moody autumn pic... madame!! you are HER!!!!

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sfos_bakery

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sfos_bakery a little something for our favs at @.mercedesamgf1

user15 honestly, i've been waiting for the moment they reach out to her, she's close and a HUGE merc fan, im surprised they didnt do it sooner

mercedesamgf1 thank you for having us, the sweets were AMAZING, didnt manage so snatch one, i fear

sfos_bakery don't worry admin, just drop by after work mercedesamgf1 🏃🏻‍♂️🏃🏻‍♂️

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sfos_bakery

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sfos_bakery a big thank you to everyone for the pics, keep 'em coming

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y/nsweets

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y/nsweets just the two of us <3

user17 oh?

user18 👀 user19 👀

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sfos_bakery

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sfos_bakery by popular demand, bringing back some fo our original items, matcha and matcha lattes as well as the pumpernickel bread, in both loaf and toast variation, hope you will enjoy it now as you did before!!<<33

user19 now we know where toto will be getting breakfast ahahahaha

user20 i genuinely cant imagine him in a small, aesthetic bakery, i feel like he'd look so out of place user19 but it'd be so funny user20 yeaaah hahahha

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y/nsweets

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y/nsweets guess who?

user21 so he's staying? we have a dad now?

user22 so it seems

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y/nsweets

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y/nsweets 🤎

user23 MOTHER!!!

user24 ugh the MERCEDESSSS!!!!

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sfos_bakery

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sfos_bakery us + the merc gang = one big happy family <3

mercedesamgf1 who's last name are we taking?

sfos_bakery 🤷🏻‍♀️👀

lewishamilton i called in advance this time

sfos_bakery (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

user25 a collab we ??kinda?? expected, but cute nonetheless

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mercedesamgf1

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mercedesamgf1 us and @.y/nsweets make quite the family, don't we?

also she brought some eclairs, so she gets extra points on the favs list....

y/nsweets the best one, i think

mercedesamgf1 think so too

user26 MOTHER IN THE PADDOCK! I REPEAT, MOTHER IN THE PADDOCK!!

user27 and she brought (l)eclairs user26 i see what u did there

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y/nsweets

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y/nsweets as previously stated, a mercedes girl <3 thank you @.mercedesamgf1 for inviting me<3

mercedesamgf1 mwah!

y/nsweets mwah!

user28 i think we know who's her favourite son...

user29 i bet she call him lew y/nsweets i call him an idiot lewishamilton rude... user28 yeeeeah... he's the favourite

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