elena

a wonderful night to remember:

a love story between toto wolff and ana gomes.

(i tried my best do this, but if you're wondering i put quotes of toto wolff and called ana [the reader] his flower, it's ok if you don't like it but again i tried my best)

plot: ana gomes was born under the soft lisbon sun—a beautiful, gentle, and brilliant girl raised in a home full of laughter, siblings, and love. her childhood was the kind people write about with nostalgia: warm dinners, protective parents, and dreams that felt endless. at just nine years old, everything changed. france became her new home, and tragedy became her shadow. one by one, ana lost her father, her mother, her brother—and eventually, even the brother who was supposed to stay by his selfish reasons. by fifteen, she was carrying grief, abandonment, bipolar disorder, and depression—burdens no teenager should ever have to survive. but ana did survive but slowly changed and hides a lot of things for her own good and doesn't allow anyone in. she grew up in silence and strength, moving through orphanages with a guarded heart and a mind determined to escape her past. at eighteen, she left the system behind, slowly changing herself and chose medicine—not just as a career, but as a promise to herself: to heal others when no one could heal her. years later, life finally gives her a pause. now at 26 and now a doctor in nice after leaving paris, her best friend rose—sun-kissed, spontaneous, and living part-time in monaco—invites ana to celebrate her birthday. it’s meant to be just a weekend of laughter, music, and pretending the past doesn’t exist. but one night changes everything. because ana ends up crossing paths—and beds—with torger christian wolff. the one and only toto wolff, the ceo and team principal of mercedes amg petronas formula 1 team. cold, magnetic, untouchable. a man who has never fallen, never stayed, never let anyone in.

so what happens when two broken souls collide? When a girl who has learned to survive meets a man who has learned to feel nothing?

for the first time ever…

will toto fall in love after his divorce? or will ana finally allow herself to be loved after fighting against her traumas and insecurities?

tw: depression, bipolar disorder, abusive family (emotional and physical abuse), smut (light and smut in general), eating disorder, dealing with alcohol, smoking and traumas, body insecurities, dealing with a toxic family, mentions of suicide, rape, abuse, domestic violence, family issues.

(some chapters might be super heavy but if you don't want to read it please skip it)

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inspired by: source:

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CHAPTERS:

chapter i:

chapter ii:

chapter iii:

chapter iv:

chapter v:

chapter vi & vii:

chapter viii & ix:

chapter x:

honestly, a lot of the reactions feel unfair. first of all, nothing has even been officially confirmed. people are jumping to conclusions and forming strong opinions based on speculation, which isn’t really fair to anyone involved.

even if it were true, the idea that someone is “ruining their image” just by being linked to another person doesn’t sit right. being associated with someone who some people consider “problematic” doesn’t automatically make you the same. lewis is his own person, with his own values, and he’s allowed to make his own choices about who he spends time with.

it’s also hard not to notice the double standards. there are other couples who have faced real criticism or controversy, yet they don’t seem to get nearly the same level of backlash or constant judgment. but when it comes to lewis, people are quick to criticize, assume the worst, and question his character.

at the end of the day, he hasn’t done anything wrong. he’s allowed to date whoever he wants unless there’s an actual reason to believe otherwise. until then, maybe it’s better to give him the same understanding and respect that others seem to get so easily.

torger christian wolff (toto wolff) x female!reader (ana gomes).

author's note: this story is entirely fictional. inspired by emotion, atmosphere, and human connection—not reality. characters are flawed, healing is not linear, and love is not easy here. you can translate, use my story and give me credit or not (i don't mind if you don't.) and enjoy it please.

this chapter contains: death during childbirth (non-graphic), grief, major character death, trauma, lost of a loved one.

please read it with care :)))

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chapter X/alternative ending: the love that stayed.

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the storm before silence.

the hospital lights were too bright.

ana hated hospital lights.

they always reminded her of the nights she spent as a medical student watching life slip away from people who were loved by someone.

but this time she wasn’t the doctor.

she was the patient.

toto stood beside the hospital bed, holding her hand so tightly it almost hurt.

their son alexander had been left with ana’s grandparents.

neither of them wanted him to see the fear that filled the room.

the pregnancy had been complicated in the final weeks.

too complicated.

ana knew the risks.

she had read the charts herself.

“torger,” she whispered.

his head snapped toward her immediately.

“i’m here.”

she smiled faintly.

“i know.”

her hand moved slowly to rest over her stomach.

their daughter.

their second miracle.

“if something happens—”

“nothing is happening,” he interrupted firmly.

his voice had that familiar stubborn edge.

the same tone he used in meetings.

the same tone he used when the world tried to fall apart.

ana looked at him gently.

“sweetface.”

that nickname always softened him.

this time was no different.

his jaw tightened.

“listen to me,” she said quietly.

“no.”

she squeezed his hand.

“please.”

his eyes filled with something he rarely allowed anyone to see.

fear.

“you promised me we would face everything together,” he said hoarsely.

“we are.”

the doctors moved around them quickly now.

monitors beeped louder.

ana closed her eyes briefly before opening them again.

“take care of them,” she whispered.

“both of them.”

toto shook his head.

“you’re going to do that yourself.”

but ana already knew.

sometimes doctors know before anyone else.

she reached up slowly, touching his face.

“i love you.”

his voice broke.

“ana—”

the room filled with voices.

movement.

instructions.

then—

a baby cried.

their daughter.

alive.

healthy.

beautiful.

for a moment, everything felt right.

until the monitors behind ana began to change.

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the quiet that followed.

hours later, the hospital hallway was silent.

too silent.

toto sat in a chair holding his newborn daughter against his chest.

she was small.

warm.

fragile.

he hadn’t moved in a long time.

the doctor’s words echoed in his mind like a broken record.

"we did everything we could, i'm so sorry for your lost."

she made sure the baby was safe.

she was incredibly brave.

brave.

toto hated that word now.

because brave meant she was gone.

he looked down at the tiny girl sleeping against him.

“your mother,” he whispered softly, “was the strongest woman i ever knew.”

a tear fell onto the baby’s blanket.

“and she loved you before you were even born.”

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months later...

life didn’t stop.

even when it felt like it should.

alexander still laughed.

still ran through the house.

still asked questions.

“where is mama?”

that question always broke toto a little.

but he answered every time.

“she’s watching us,” he would say softly.

“she’s very proud of you.”

their daughter grew slowly.

she had ana’s eyes.

every time toto looked at her, it felt like both a blessing and a wound.

he named her elizabeth ana wolff.

ana had always loved the name.

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the visit.

for months he had to work and he never remarried, his main focus was his kids and his work but obviously he misses his wife and no one can't replace her. one quiet afternoon, toto stood in the cemetery holding both children.

alexander clutched his hand while little elizabeth slept in his arms.

he stopped in front of ana’s grave.

alexander looked up.

“is mama here?”

toto knelt beside him.

“yes.”

alexander placed a small flower on the grave carefully.

“hi mama,” he said softly.

toto looked down at the stone.

ana gomes wolff: beloved mother, beloved wife.

he swallowed hard.

“you were right,” he murmured quietly.

the wind moved gently through the trees.

“i will take care of them.”

he looked down at their children.

“but i still wish you were here.”

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the final page.

days later on a beautiful sunny day afternoon, toto sat alone on a park bench.

ana’s diary rested in his hands.

he had never read it before.

until today.

the final page held the last words she had written.

"for the first time ever in my life, i felt something real.

love. family.

and even if i have to sacrifice everything for them to live…

then i will."

toto closed the diary slowly.

alexander ran toward him across the park.

“papa!”

toto opened his arms immediately.

their daughter slept peacefully in the stroller beside him.

alexander hugged him tightly.

“i miss mama.”

toto kissed the top of his son’s head.

“me too.”

he looked up at the sky for a moment.

and though the pain never truly left—

her love never did either.

because some people leave the world.

but the love they create stays forever. but what they didn't know is a beautiful ghost form of ana looking at her family with a soft smile, relief that she saw her husband and kids but sad in one sad because she's not present, but she will be missed...in their hearts and her memory will not be forgotten...but toto immediately saw a white butterfly flying across them, it stopped on elizabeth's forehead and stayed for a while before flying away, which he couldn't control his teary and smiley face while being next to his children.

he smiled because he knew it was her.

the only reason he is still here is for his kids, because he is going to keep his promises. to be with his children and live for his soulmate...

the end.

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(thank you so much for reading and watching this alternative ending, finally it's over...and i cried while writing this chapter like i'm literally crying right now and this is so sad but don't worry i only wrote that for the other people who love reading alternative endings, so there's the original one out. and thank you so so much for reading and enjoying this story, it really inspired me and i decided to do this while struggling mentally but i'm going to take a break i don't know how long, you can send me messages and any suggestions for new projects and etc.)

please take care of yourself and your health.

torger christian wolff (toto wolff) x female!reader (ana gomes).

author's note: this story is entirely fictional. inspired by emotion, atmosphere, and human connection—not reality. characters are flawed, healing is not linear, and love is not easy here. you can translate, use my story and give me credit or not (i don't mind if you don't.) and enjoy it please.

this chapter contains: emotional closure, mentions of death and grief, pregnancy, family reflections.

reader discretion advised :)))))

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chapter X: the life we chose.

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a quiet morning.

life had changed in ways ana once believed were impossible.

the house was louder now. warmer. alive.

alexander daniel wolff, now a curious little boy with endless questions and energy, ran through the garden while chasing a football that was almost as big as he was, after his parents recently got married through civil since now ana didn't want a fancy and luxury wedding, she wanted to get married to the man who changed her for the better.

inside the house, toto stood in the kitchen holding a tiny baby girl against his shoulder, gently rocking her while she slept peacefully.

their daughter.

their second miracle.

ana watched them from the doorway, one hand resting on her growing stomach.

yes.

another baby.

she still couldn’t quite believe it.

toto noticed her watching and smiled softly.

“you should be resting,” he said.

ana raised an eyebrow.

“i’m pregnant, torger. not made of glass.”

he walked over, carefully placing a kiss on her forehead while their daughter stirred slightly.

“you are both,” he murmured.

she laughed quietly.

life had become something gentle.

something safe.

something she had fought her entire life to find.

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a visit to the past.

that afternoon, ana drove somewhere alone.

she needed to.

sometimes healing meant returning to the places that once hurt the most.

the cemetery was quiet when she arrived.

soft wind moved through the trees as she walked slowly toward the graves she knew too well.

her parents.

her brother daniel.

people who had shaped her life in ways both painful and complicated.

she stood there for a long moment before speaking.

“hi,” she whispered softly.

her hand rested on her stomach again.

“a lot has happened since the last time i talked to you.”

her voice trembled slightly, but she continued.

“i survived. even when i thought i wouldn’t.”

she looked up at the sky for a moment before continuing.

“i became a doctor. i help people now. i try to give them the care i wish we had when things were falling apart.”

a small tear slipped down her cheek.

she didn’t wipe it away.

“i also met someone.”

a soft smile appeared on her face.

“his name is torger. but i call him toto… or sweetface when he annoys me.”

she laughed quietly at the memory.

“he’s stubborn. protective. sometimes impossible.”

she looked down at the ground for a moment.

“but he loves me. and he loves our children.”

she paused, voice softening even more.

“i have a son now. alexander. he’s brave and curious and loud.”

her hand pressed gently over her stomach.

“and we have a daughter… and another baby coming.”

silence filled the space again.

“i know our family was broken,” she whispered. “but i promise… the one i’m building now won’t be.”

she took a deep breath.

“i’m not afraid anymore.”

for the first time, those words were true.

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the final page.

later that evening, ana sat alone on a park bench near their home.

her diary rested on her lap.

the same diary she had written in during the darkest nights of her life.

the pages were filled with memories.

pain. hope. love.

she turned to the final blank page and began writing slowly.

"for most of my life, i believed happiness wasn’t meant for me.

but somehow… life surprised me.

for the first time ever, i found something real.

love. family. peace.

and if i had to fight my fears, my past, and my demons to get here…

then it was worth every battle."

she paused before writing the last sentence.

"because this time, i didn’t lose everything.

this time, i built something that stayed."

she closed the diary gently.

“that’s a beautiful ending.”

ana looked up.

toto stood in front of her, holding their baby girl in his arms.

she was wrapped in a small blanket, tiny fingers gripping his shirt.

ana smiled softly.

“you weren’t supposed to read that.”

“i didn’t,” he said calmly. “i guessed.”

she shifted slightly so he could sit beside her.

“where’s alexander?”

as if summoned by his name, small footsteps approached quickly.

“mama!”

alexander ran straight toward them before throwing his arms around both of them at once.

their daughter made a small sleepy noise in toto’s arms.

ana laughed quietly.

“careful, little wolf.”

alexander hugged them tighter.

toto looked at ana for a moment.

“are you happy?” he asked gently.

ana leaned her head against his shoulder.

“now i really am happy.” she smiles at him.

the sun was beginning to set, warm light covering the park around them.

their son wrapped around them.

their daughter asleep in toto’s arms.

another baby growing quietly inside her.

everything she once thought she would never have.

“yes,” she whispered.

toto kissed the top of her head.

and for a long time, the four of them simply stayed there.

together.

a family.

finally.

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the end — happy ending :3333

thank you for reading and watching this...it's been a rollercoaster through ups and downs on this work and also my personal life but i won't get into the details...and this has been a hard journey, i mean i don't even know if i want to do an alternative ending, that's up to you. i don't mind doing an alternative ending but its up to you, and basically i love how everything including the characters have a happy ending specifically someone like ana deserves it.

anyways thank you for reading, watching this journey of this work with a lot of breaks sometimes (i know it's not very easy) and basically this has been a fun and i won't be on tumblr for a while (please excuse me for being absent for i don't know how long) and...please take care of yourself and your mental health.

love you, elena :)))))) (i sometimes forget the smile excuse me...)

torger christian wolff (toto wolff) x female!reader (ana gomes)

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this chapter contains: family themes, emotional vulnerability, mentions of past trauma (non-graphic), parental anxiety, wholesome family moments

author's note: this story is entirely fictional. inspired by emotion, atmosphere, and human connection—not reality. characters are flawed, healing is not linear, and love is not easy here. you can translate, use my story and give me credit or not (i don't mind if you don't.) and enjoy it please.

reader discretion advised :)))))

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chapter VIII & IX: home is not a place, it's you.

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the quiet kind of happiness.

the house was rarely quiet anymore.

alexander daniel wolff made sure of that.

his tiny footsteps echoed through the hallway as he attempted to chase the family dog, laughing loudly while ana followed close behind.

“alex, slow down!” she called.

he ignored her completely.

toto watched the scene from the kitchen with a coffee in his hand, a soft smile pulling at his lips.

months ago, silence had filled this home.

now it was chaos.

beautiful chaos.

alexander finally ran straight into toto’s legs.

“papa!”

toto immediately scooped him up.

“you are becoming very fast,” he said seriously.

alexander giggled, grabbing his father’s face.

ana leaned against the counter, watching them.

her heart still struggled to believe this was real.

a family.

hers.

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overprotective father syndrome...

toto had become… impossible.

if alexander sneezed, toto panicked.

if alexander tripped, toto investigated the floor like it had committed a crime.

“he’s fine,” ana said for the hundredth time.

“he could have hurt himself,” toto argued.

“he fell on a pillow.”

toto looked unconvinced.

ana laughed softly.

“you run a formula 1 team with drivers going 300 km/h but you panic over a toddler.”

toto looked dead serious.

“my drivers are adults. this one is mine.”

ana felt her chest warm instantly.

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the night everything almost stopped.

one night, alexander developed a fever.

nothing serious.

ana knew that.

but toto didn’t sleep...

he sat beside alexander’s bed all night, hand resting on his son’s back to feel him breathing.

at 3 a.m., ana found him there.

“torger,” she whispered.

he didn’t move.

“i lost too many people already,” he said quietly.

ana’s heart broke a little.

she sat beside him, resting her head against his shoulder.

“we’re still here,” she said softly.

he turned to look at her.

“because of you.”

she shook her head.

“because of us.”

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the proposal...

it happened on a random evening.

no cameras.

no gala.

no grand speech.

alexander was asleep upstairs.

ana was sitting on the couch reading when toto walked in, unusually quiet.

she looked up.

“why do you look like you’re about to negotiate a contract?”

he exhaled slowly.

“because this might be the most important one of my life.”

she blinked.

then he knelt.

ana froze.

“torger…”

his voice was calm, but his eyes were softer than she had ever seen them.

“you gave me a family,” he said. “you gave me a son. you gave me something i didn’t know i was missing.”

her eyes filled instantly.

“i don’t want practice anymore,” he continued quietly. “i want the real thing.”

he opened the small velvet box.

a ring.

simple.

elegant.

perfect.

“ana gomes,” he said gently.

“will you marry me?”

she laughed through tears.

“you got me pregnant, moved me into your house, made me fall in love with you…”

he raised an eyebrow.

“is that a yes?”

she leaned forward, kissing him softly before answering.

“yes, sweetface.”

toto chuckled.

“i will never live that nickname down, will i?”

“never.”

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the moment he knew.

later that night, they stood in alexander’s nursery.

their son sleeping peacefully.

toto wrapped his arm around ana’s waist.

“i used to think success was everything,” he admitted quietly.

she looked at him.

“and now?”

he watched their son breathing softly.

“now i know what winning actually feels like.”

ana rested her head against his chest.

for the first time in her life, the future didn’t scare her.

because whatever came next—

they would face it together.

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thank you guys for reading this, i know it's almost done and i'm super happy for this and i am going to do the final chapter and adding the alternative ending, so mainly the chapter 10 is the main final chapter but i'm going to release an alternative ending if people love sad endings but i don't mind if you interpret in your way.

anyways...i love you so much and take care of yourself and your health.

torger christian wolff (toto wolff) x female!reader (ana gomes)

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this chapter contains: labor & childbirth, medical stress / minor complications, emotional intensity, mentions of trauma (non-graphic), overprotective behavior, deep vulnerability.

author's note: this story is entirely fictional. inspired by emotion, atmosphere, and human connection—not reality. characters are flawed, healing is not linear, and love is not easy here. you can translate, use my story and give me credit or not (i don't mind if you don't.) and enjoy it please.

reader discretion advised :)))))

masterlist:

chapter VI & VII: the day we became a family.

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the night it began...

it started quietly.

ana was in the kitchen at 2:17 a.m., drinking water, when the first contraction hit.

she froze.

not panic. not yet.

just… stillness.

another one came — sharper.

“toto,” she called softly.

he was awake in seconds.

he didn’t ask questions. didn’t overreact. didn’t panic.

he was at her side immediately, hands steady on her shoulders.

“it’s time?” he asked.

she nodded. and for the first time in months, she looked afraid.

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the hospital, monte-carlo, monaco.

as a doctor, ana knew exactly what was happening.

that was the problem.

she knew every risk. every statistic. every “what if.”

toto never let go of her hand.

when the contractions intensified, she squeezed his fingers hard enough to leave marks.

“breathe with me,” he murmured.

“don’t tell me how to breathe, you got me into this situation first!” she snapped.

he almost smiled and he wanted to smirk because he didn't regret it. not even now.

but hours passed.

and then something shifted.

monitors changed rhythm.

doctors moved faster.

ana felt it before anyone said it. something wasn’t perfect.

her chest tightened — not from pain.

from fear.

“i don’t want him to suffer.”

she whispered hoarsely. toto leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers.

“he won’t,” he said firmly. “because he has you.”

the room blurred for her.

the past tried to creep in — the fear of loss, of death, of being alone again.

not this time. not my child.

after what felt like an eternity —

a cry.

sharp. powerful. alive.

the world stopped.

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the nurse placed him gently on ana’s chest.

dark hair. strong lungs. tiny fingers curling instinctively.

toto stared like he’d just witnessed something holy.

“a boy,” the doctor confirmed.

ana’s tears fell freely now.

“what do we name him?” she whispered.

toto looked at her.

“you choose.”

she hesitated. then softly:

“alexander daniel wolff.”

daniel — for her brother who never got to grow up.

alexander — meaning protector of mankind.

toto swallowed hard.

“alexander,” he repeated.

their son blinked slowly, like he was already studying the world.

toto touched his tiny hand.

and broke.

he had faced championships, pressure, global scrutiny —

nothing prepared him for this.

“i will protect you,” he whispered to his son.

“from everything.”

ana watched him, heart fuller than it had ever been.

that was the moment she knew —

she hadn’t chosen wrong. but a guardian angel surely did choose hope for her.

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hospital lights dimmed.

alexander slept in the bassinet beside them.

ana was exhausted, fragile, glowing.

toto refused to sleep.

he sat beside the crib, watching their son breathe like it was his new full-time job.

“you need rest,” ana murmured.

“i need to memorize him,” he replied seriously.

she smiled weakly.

“torger.”

he looked at her instantly.

she extended her hand.

“come here.”

he climbed carefully into the hospital bed beside her, wrapping his arm around her gently, protectively.

she rested her head against his chest.

“for the first time in my life,” she whispered.

“i’m not afraid.”

he kissed her hair.

“you’re the bravest woman i know.”

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weeks later — home, monaco.

the house felt different now.

warmer.

alive.

alexander had toto’s eyes.

ana’s stubbornness.

and lungs that could command attention.

toto became insufferably overprotective.

“is the temperature right?”

“is he deep vulnerability normally?”

“should we call someone?”

“why did he sneeze twice?”

ana would roll her eyes.

“i’m a doctor.”

“i’m a father,” he’d counter.

she’d smirk.

and he’d melt.

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3:48 a.m.

alexander cried.

toto was up before the sound fully formed.

ana watched from the doorway as toto cradled their son against his chest, walking slowly around the dim nursery.

“papa’s here,” he murmured in german.

“alles gut… ich bin da.”

(it’s okay… i’m here.)

alexander calmed almost instantly.

ana felt something shift inside her.

that was love.

pure. gentle. unbreakable.

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there were hard nights too.

ana sometimes woke from old nightmares.

but now, she didn’t wake alone. she’d wake to toto’s hand already in hers. to their son’s quiet breathing down the hall.

to safety.

one evening, she stood in the nursery doorway watching Toto assemble yet another unnecessary baby gadget.

“you do realize,” she said teasingly.

“you run a formula 1 team, not a daycare.”

he glanced up.

“i’m building a future,” he replied seriously.

she crossed her arms.

“for him?”

“for all of us.”

her chest tightened. in the best way.

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one afternoon, months later, alexander asleep against her chest, ana looked at toto across the living room.

“you saved me,” she said softly.

he shook his head immediately.

“no. we saved each other.”

she believed him. and for the first time in her life —

she believed in a happy ending.

not the perfect kind.

the real one.

messy. loud. full of midnight cries and stubborn arguments and love that refuses to leave.

toto leaned down, kissing the top of alexander’s head. then ana’s forehead.

“my family,” he said quietly.

and this time —

she didn’t feel fear.

only home.

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(thank you for reading, i'm super tired right now and i decide to spice something up to have both chapters in one because it's a lot fast and basically it is better but i'm almost finishing the story [i know] but if you want more, you can dm me and etc. to try my best and lately im dealing with personal stuff that affects my mental health but i will try my best to continue but i won't promise that i will finish this quickly, i have to come up with ideas and many things like that.)

anyways i hope you love this new chapter and take care of yourself and your health.

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recently i have to address this because of the press and everyone talking about on social media, fyi it's my opinion and i respect everyone's opinion as well my opinion should be respected.

i think the reaction to what toto wolff said recently says more about f1 culture than about one single comment:

formula 1 has never really centered human rights unless it was convenient for pr. the sport races in countries with well-documented human-rights issues, yet suddenly people act shocked about moral responsibility when a random press conference comment goes viral.

if toto misspoke, that’s one thing. if he didn’t know the full context, that’s another. i’m not here to accuse anyone of anything. but let’s not pretend f1 has ever been a moral authority.

there are ongoing issues in the sport — from where it chooses to race to the way women are treated in motorsport spaces. misogyny in society absolutely exists, and f1 isn’t magically separate from that.

at the same time, i do wonder: why was something like the epstein files even being brought up in an f1 setting if the conversation was about tires and racing?

because i've heard rumors that some people in the f1 are mentioned and everything but i haven't checked every single files and the press isn't talking about it? (i don't know, i haven't checked anything today.)

it feels like people selectively decide when to care.

torger christian wolff (toto wolff) x female!reader (ana gomes)

this chapter contains: emotional vulnerability, trauma discussion, nightmares & crying, pregnancy & parenthood themes, media attention, slow-burn romance, healing through connection.

author's note: this story is entirely fictional. inspired by emotion, atmosphere, and human connection—not reality. characters are flawed, healing is not linear, and love is not easy here. you can translate, use my story and give me credit or not (i don't mind if you don't.) and enjoy it please.

reader discretion advised :)))))

masterlist:

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chapter V: the first time felt like home.

saint-tropez, monaco—ana and toto's penthouse.

it feels weird and something strange for ana, it's been weeks since she moved with toto so he could be present in their child's life, the apartment was unusually quiet that evening.

not the uncomfortable kind—but the kind that asked you to sit with it. ana moved around the living room slowly, setting the table for dinner.

nothing fancy because she never experienced luxury and fancy in hee life, she grew up between middle class and poor. it's just warm food, candles she pretended she didn’t care about, and a calm she hadn’t felt in a long time.

toto watched her from the doorway. she was softer lately. not weaker—never that—but less guarded. her hands instinctively went to her growing bump, her posture protective, maternal. it did something to him. something permanent.

they sat across from each other but next to each other, the soft clink of cutlery the only sound for a while.

“you don’t have to,” ana said suddenly, eyes fixed on her plate.

“have to what?” he asked. “stay quiet,” she added.

“i know you do it for me.” he tilted his head slightly. “maybe I do it because i want to listen.” she sighed deeply, shoulders tensing. when she finally spoke, her voice was steady—but only because she had learned how to sound that way.

“my family wasn’t… good,” she said. toto didn’t interrupt. “my father was violent. not always to me—but enough that I learned fear early. he cheated. he broke my mother piece by piece.”

she swallowed. “after he died, she fell apart. alcohol. depression. her bipolar disorder got worse.”

she looked down, hair falling forward like a curtain. “my brother marcos…” her voice wavered for the first time. “he became cruel. he abused me mentally, physically, emotionally. to everyone around. especially to people i loved.”

toto reached across the table instinctively—but stopped himself when she flinched. “i had a best friend. maria.”

ana continued quietly. “she was kind. gentle. and she didn’t survive what happened to her.”

silence stretched.

toto stood slowly, walked around the table, and gently lifted her chin with two fingers. when she tried to hide her face again, he placed his hand softly in her hair, steady and warm.

“look at me,” he said gently and she did. “there is nothing in this world that could make you responsible for that,” he said firmly.

tears slid down her cheeks. she didn’t wipe them away. “i don’t let people in because everyone I loved either died… or hurt me.”

his thumb brushed a tear away before it could fall.

“i lost people too,” he said quietly. she inhaled, nodding. “tell me.”

so he did. he spoke about his parents’ divorce after his dad got diagnosed. about losing his father too young. about watching his mother work herself to exhaustion so he could protect his sister. about forgiving her for not always being there—because she had been surviving too.

“i built everything i have because i was afraid of losing it all again.”

he admitted. ana reached for his hand without realizing it. that was the moment he softened completely.

—

later that night, she fell asleep first. toto noticed the way her breathing hitched, her brow furrowing even in rest. she whimpered softly, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.

a nightmare. he pulled her gently into his arms, slow and careful, like she might disappear. his fingers traced soothing patterns through her hair. that’s when he saw it. a small tattoo behind her ear. a semicolon. his chest tightened.

“you’re stronger than you know,” he whispered, even though she couldn’t hear him. her body relaxed in his arms. for the first time in her life—ana slept feeling safe for the first time in years, without having nightmares and a nice peaceful sleep with an older man who she fell in love with at first, trusts him and now she's carrying his child.

—

now weeks passed by around, by day and night, her bump grew.

so did toto’s protectiveness. she caught him one afternoon in the nursery, shirt sleeves rolled up, frowning at an instruction manual, and he looks peaceful and not the toto wolff that everyone knows on the grid and on the internet.

“you’re a cel and team principal of a formula 1 team,” she teased, leaning against the doorframe.

“not a handyman. should I hire someone?” he shot her a look. “no.” she smirked. “you’re terrible at this.”

“i’m building something for our child.” he replied stubbornly. her smile softened.

our child.

they found out the baby’s gender on a rainy afternoon—hands intertwined, hearts racing. ana cried.

toto stood frozen, then laughed softly like he didn’t know how else to react. the media noticed soon after. interviewers asked questions. cameras followed. when Toto was asked how fatherhood felt, he didn’t hesitate.

“it’s the greatest responsibility of my life.”

he said. “and the greatest honor.”

ana watched from the couch, hand over her belly, heart full. that night when she was sat on the rocking chair in the nursery and toto was working in his office, she wrote in her journal:

“for the first time ever in my life, i feel something real. meaning. love. for torger. for my child. even if i have to sacrifice myself for them to live, i would. because this time, i will face my demons. i will build the family I never had.”

—

the first kiss happened quietly after they had a nice and peaceful day, just chilling on the couch and he decided to give the first kiss, there's no rush. no heat. just truth.

“i’m in love with you.”

toto said simply while looking at her light chocolate brown eyes, touching her soft light brown hair and he's smiling like she is. ana didn’t run.

“i think,” she whispered, smiling through tears and they are both touching each other's face as the world doesn't matter except them and the love is floating around them.

“i’ve been in love with you longer than i’ll ever admit.”

—

at a gala months later, ana stood beside him, glowing.

“you look beautiful, prinzessin.” he said, voice low.

she looped her arm through his as she's looking at his dark chocolate brown eyes and her sweet soft smile. “thank you, husband.”

he froze. “husband?”

she looked up at him innocently. “just for practice, sweetface.”

he blinked. “sweetface?”

she laughed. he was done for. he was stubborn. overprotective. serious.

she was independent. feisty. brilliant. and also stubborn like him.

when someone tested him, he’d go ice-cold—until she simply said his first real name: “torger.”

and just like that… he softened. because love had finally found them.

together...

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thank you for reading and watching this, i just finished in total three chapters since chapter 3 is official now released, and i am going to probably finish some chapters today but i can't promise anything i saw but i was probably going to write 10 chapters in total + an alternative ending. anyways i hope you will love this two chapters (4 & 5) that i'm going to release at midnight, the same time.

i love you all, please take care of yourself.

torger christian wolff (toto wolff) x female!reader (ana gomes)

this chapter contains: pregnancy reveal, angst & emotional confrontation, stubbornness / bickering like an old married couple, trauma references, family dynamics & protective grandparents, heated discussion about responsibility, love, and boundaries.

author's note: this story is entirely fictional. inspired by emotion, atmosphere, and human connection—not reality. characters are flawed, healing is not linear, and love is not easy here. you can translate, use my story and give me credit or not (i don't mind if you don't.) and enjoy it please.

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chapter IV: stubborn hearts & new beginnings.

brackley, england — toto’s perspective, morning after the call.

the phone had gone dead in his hand. the line cut, the voice of the woman he couldn’t forget still lingering.

“you deserve someone better than me, goodbye toto.”

those words echoed in his head, bouncing off every wall of the room, even after the silence swallowed them. toto pressed the phone to his chest, jaw tight, fists clenching. of course she blocked him. of course. she always did, backing away from him—from everything.

fearful, stubborn, impossible… and he loved it in a way that made his chest ache. he slammed the device on the table.

“blocked me? you think that fixes it?” he muttered. “no. no. i will find you.” and he would.

that was toto wolff: stubborn, relentless, obsessed when it came to what he wanted—and he wanted ana catarina gomes.

(yes, i just used her full name.)

—

lisbon, portugal— ana’s grandparents’ house.

ana had left nice behind after the monaco night, she left her job, sell her house to retreating to the only place that felt safe: the arms of her paternal grandparents, helena and carlos gomes.

“avó,” ana said quietly as she walked through the garden, the sunlight soft on her hair.

“i… i need you.”

helena grabbed her hands instantly, squeezing them with the same warmth she always had. “querida, you’re home. tell me everything.”

ana hesitated, swallowing the lump in her throat. she had kept secrets for so long. but the weight of it all—the fear, the pregnancy, the memory of last night—made her lean on someone who wouldn’t judge.

“grandma… i’m pregnant.”

helena froze. then blinked. then laughed—light, melodic, and utterly helena.

“oh, ana catarina gomes… this is wonderful news!”

carlos, on the other hand, stiffened immediately. “pregnant? at twenty-six? with… who?”

his voice was sharp, protective, the kind that made ana roll her eyes despite herself. helena elbowed him playfully.

“carlos! stop scaring her. you’ll ruin everything before it begins.”

ana sighed. “it’s… toto wolff.”

helena gasped, clapping her hands. “oh! that man! he’s perfect. he’ll adore you, ana. you’ll see! i approve immediately!”

carlos groaned. “you let a stranger have my granddaughter’s baby and you… you say he’s perfect?”

ana buried her face in her hands, laughing despite herself. her grandmother’s approval and grandfather’s overprotectiveness were a combination that reminded her of everything good and complicated about family.

—

brackley / lisbon airport. — toto’s perspective.

“where is she?”

toto barked into the phone at his assistant. “i don’t care if it takes the whole city—i will find her. she cannot disappear on me. not now.”

“yes, sir. but she hasn’t responded—”

“doesn’t matter! she’s mine—”

his phone buzzed again. another update from his team.

they’d tracked ana to her grandparents’ home. and more importantly… the test results. toto’s lips pressed into a thin line. the baby because ana went to doctor who is the same doctor that toto secretly hired.

he grinned. a little. not smug. not arrogant. serious, intense, alive with purpose.

“that’s my blood. my veins. my responsibility.”

the drive to her grandparents' house was quiet, save for the storm of thoughts in his mind.

he hadn’t anticipated… this. a child. his child.

their child.

he moment he arrived at the house, he did knock.

she did turned at the sound of knocking. she goes to check it out who it was and as she looked at the peephole, her hands frozen mid-gesture as she realized who it was.

“toto.”

her voice was even, guarded, iron-wrapped around fear and frustration.

she opens the door and he smiled as his first thing he said was.

“i know,” he said, stepping closer.

“about the baby.”

her breath caught as she has many questions. “you… how—”

“i have my ways.” his voice was firm, unwavering. “that baby has my blood, my veins running through it.”

ana wanted to slam the door on his face but he entered like he made himself right at home, she realized that it was the doctor who helped her finding out about the pregnancy had a history with toto which she thought that toto was doing everything he can to stay closer to her, that he would be in her life whether she likes it or not, she crossed her arms and looked at the tall austrian man.

ana squared her shoulders, chest tight but defiant. “i don’t care if the baby is yours, or has anything from you. that doesn’t mean you have to act like a stalker and having people to spy and a knowing about me without consulting me first.”

he blinked—then smiled faintly, a dangerous, stubborn smile.

“so you’re willing to leave and raise our child without my presence?”

“i’m raising my child alone if i have to. protecting my child including protecting my child from you and your ideas. i will not make the mistakes my parents made, whether you like it or not, we both made a huge mess but i and going to take accountability for my own mistakes, but this isn't a mistake.”

her voice broke slightly, then strengthened. “if anything, that baby will have a mother who fights. and yes, that mother is me.”

toto took a step closer, dead serious now. “and the father?”

ana shook her head. “that’s… not up to you. or me, really. but i will do right by this child.”

he studied her, the feisty, stubborn, beautiful woman who didn’t bend—not to him, not to life, not to fear. And for the first time, he smiled without arrogance. it was pride, awe, and something deeper.

“so,” he said, voice low, playful yet commanding, “we’re going to raise this child together. whether you like it or not. prinzessin.”

ana’s lips twitched. “we? you’re the one being stubborn and hiring people to get information without speaking with me first.”

“i enjoy it,” he replied, smirking, “and besides you blocked me and i had no choice but to know about you and our baby, you are… perfect. feisty. independent. exactly what our child needs in a mother.”

her lips curved into a reluctant smile, the tension in her shoulders easing but she quickly stopped smiling and looks dead serious before sighing deeply.

“fine. but i’m still not letting you boss me around.”

he leaned closer, whispering just enough for her to hear: “i wouldn’t dream of it. but you’d better know—this stubborn child’s father is even more stubborn than you. you’ll see.”

ana laughed, small, genuine, the sound catching in her chest. and for the first time in a lg time, she felt… steady. protected. fierce. alive. the road ahead would be messy, challenging, full of stubborn arguments and laughter and tears—but she would no longer be afraid. her child would have both parents fighting for them. and maybe… just maybe, she could finally allow love back into her life.

—

the next weeks were… chaotic. after they moved together to monaco specially at toto's penthouse.

ana cooking with strict precision while toto hovered, arms crossed, critiquing every measurement. toto working late, glancing at the empty crib he hadn’t yet bought, thinking about what kind of father he’d be. ana stubbornly refusing to let him hold the baby bump but obviously he didn't listen to her but she wasn't complaining when her bump was growing, she felt relief when he lift it up but obviously she was trying to hide it, only for him to sneak touches when she wasn’t looking. arguments over trivial things like furniture placement, grocery lists, and prenatal vitamins—like an old married couple.

but beneath it all, a fragile, unspoken understanding grew: neither of them could deny what was forming between them. the baby would change everything. and slowly, so were they.

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thank you for reading and watching this, i know everything is like going crazy and chaotic for you, but i just spoiled a bit of something for chapter 5, i just wanted to do something lighting and better to relief the darkest chapter ever, and laugh a little bit.

i love you all, please take care of yourself.

(im so sorry if i haven't answered any questions, im super busy doing this story, i'm doing chapters 4 & 5 right now, and please if you don't like the series just tell me and i will stop doing them if you want but please check all of the chapters, i just released chapter 3 and i almost cried doing that and please check it out.)

torger christian wolff (toto wolff) x female!reader (ana gomes)

this chapter contains: anxiety & panic attack, trauma flashbacks, emotional distress, mentions of mental illness angst, implied consequences of a one-night stand, mentions of abuse, suicide, rape (not towards ana), loosing a childhood best friend and a family member.

(please if you're living in france call this numbers: 3114 [french national helpline of suicide], 17 [police]/114 [text messages to report a rape], 119 [child abuse & domestic violence], you're not alone and don't be afraid.)

reader discretion advised :)))))

author's note: this story is entirely fictional. inspired by emotion, atmosphere, and human connection—not reality. characters are flawed, healing is not linear, and love is not easy here. you can translate, use my story and give me credit or not (i don't mind if you don't.) and enjoy it please.

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chapter III: what lingers in silence.

nice, france — three days later.

doctor ana gomes had learned how to function while breaking.It was a skill. one perfected over years of loss, orphanage walls, and nights spent convincing herself she was fine. she moved through her apartment mechanically—coffee untouched, curtains half-drawn, phone face-down like it might betray her if she looked at it too long.

three days. no calls. no messages. no name exchanged beyond whispers and breath.

good, she told herself. this is what you wanted. her heart didn’t agree. she leaned against the bathroom sink, staring at her reflection.

dark circles. skin too pale. hands shaking—not from withdrawal, not from fear—but from something deeper. memory. a smell. a tone of voice. a room too quiet.

her chest tightened. suddenly she wasn’t twenty-six anymore. she was fifteen again—heart racing, door slammed too hard, words cutting sharper than hands ever did.

at the hospital, ana moved on instinct. rounds. charts. calm voice. steady hands.

“dr. gomes?” a nurse called softly.

“you okay?” ana blinked, refocusing.

“yes. sorry. just—thinking.”

she always was. the lie came easily. but then it happened. a name on a chart. a surname. her chest tightened instantly. memory crashed in without warning—a raised voice, she immediately recognized and didn't want to listen...the voice of her older brother, marcos.

a hand slamming into a wall beside her head. “you’re too sensitive.” he’d sneered.

“stop being a baby and grow up.”

many memories she had and she was super desperate to hide it, she has been abused by marcos: emotionally, physically, mentally and many things that he did...her childhood best friend maria committed suicide after she found out through maria's suicide note that her own brother raped her when she was at ana's 13th birthday party which she was drugged and unconscious...and she blamed herself for getting her best friend killed, ana remembers the day maria killed herself, it was supposed to be a nice school day, maria didn't have any anormal behaviour ana couldn't detect, she was very happy... opening, smiling and everything seemed fine.

ana froze when maria jumped off a bridge when they were walking home, she was just 13 years old...she didn't know what to do, she remembers she was speechless, froze and didn't know what to do besides crying and freaking out, and the police were called...

her mom comforted her that night, she had many questions in her mind and couldn't find answers, which the investigation came out as suicide, until years later she found out the real reason but marcos went missing and she couldn't come forward because she was traumatized and scared, she still carried that pain for years and still does.

back to reality, her chest tightened violently. “no,” she whispered, pressing her palm over her heart. “not now. please.”

her vision blurred. she focused on the cold tile beneath her fingers. five things she could feel. four things she could hear. three things she could see.

ground yourself. you’re safe. you’re twenty-six. you survived.

another memory forced its way in—uninvited. a hotel room in monaco. warm sheets. a german accent deep low voice murmuring her name like it mattered. her stomach twisted.

she stood abruptly, stumbling toward the sink. her reflection stared back at her—eyes too wide, skin too pale. her gaze drifted to the calendar on the wall. she froze. her breath caught painfully in her throat as she's feeling her stomach having pain as she's struggling to breath and uncontrollable tears are coming out. it was too early to know anything. too early to panic. too early to assume. but her body remembered things before her mind ever did. ana closed her eyes as she's having a panic attack in a room where she ran off to hide her feelings and traumas. “please,” she whispered again, to no one.

“i can’t do this. i don't wanna go through this again..”

—

brackley, england — mercedes-amg petronas headquarters.

toto wolff had stared at the same data sheet for ten minutes without reading a single number.

“toto?”

he blinked. james allison stood across the table, brow slightly raised, tablet in hand. concern masked as professionalism.

“sorry,” toto said, straightening. “what was the question?”

james hesitated. “i asked if you agreed with the aero update schedule for barcelona.”

toto opened his mouth—then closed it.

he nodded once. “yes. fine.” james didn’t move.

“you’re not usually this… elsewhere.”

a pause. toto exhaled through his nose, jaw tightening. “long weekend.”

that was an understatement. monaco followed him everywhere—into meetings, into strategy calls, into the quiet moments between responsibilities. her beautiful face. the way she’d gone still afterward, like she expected him to disappear. like she’d already learned not to expect anyone to stay. he checked his phone for the third time that hour.

no name. no message. no trace. nothing, he didn’t even know where she lived and who she is. but he immediately fell in love with her, and felt a connection with her, he has so many things he could do for her, knowing her, and be there for her, but she is like a magnet to him, a sweet and kind person who he cannot get her out of his head. and he loves it. with her, he's not toto wolff, the legacy and everyone knows who he is and what he does for living but with her, he feels like someone else outside of his own self...

even he didn’t even know where she lived.

“verdammt,” he muttered under his breath.

(“damn”)

james pretended not to hear but he secretly knew that something was bothering toto but still he won't pressure his own boss.

—

later at night, ana didn’t sleep. she sat on her balcony instead, wrapped in a sweater too big for her, cigarette burning slowly between her fingers even though she hated herself for it.

the city below pulsed with life she felt disconnected from. her phone buzzed. once. her heart jumped before her mind could stop it.

unknown number.

she stared at the screen for a long moment before answering.

“hello?” silence. then a breath, low. way too familiar.

“ana.” her name hit her harder than any memory.

she closed her eyes. “how did you find my number,” she said quietly.

“i just wanted to know if you’re okay,”

toto said and ignoring her question, since he found her friend and asked for ana's number which rose gave it to him because she couldn't say no to toto wolff.

he wasn't playing any games. no arrogance. just honesty.

she swallowed. “you shouldn’t have called.”

“i know, prinzessin.”

the line crackled softly.

“you forgot something,” he added after a pause.

her stomach dropped. “…i don’t need it,” she replied.

“you might,” he said gently. “if you ever want it back.”

ana pressed her fingers to her temple, fighting the rising pressure in her chest.

“this was a mistake,” she whispered.

another pause. longer this time. “maybe,” he said.

“but it didn’t feel like one.”

her breath stuttered.

“i can’t do this, i don't want to ruin your life, your career, your family...you deserve to be with someone better than a younger woman, i don't want to cause a scandal to ruin your reputation.”

she said, voice breaking despite her efforts.

“you don’t know me. you don’t know what comes with me.”

“then tell me, we might not know each other but let me tell you something, schatzi. i don't care about my life, my job or my career. i want to meet you, see you and get to know the real you, i might too old for you but you made me feel different and special.” he replied simply.

she laughed softly—sad, hollow. “i don’t let people stay.”

the silence that followed wasn’t empty.

“neither do i, but we will work things out if you want. i won't pressure you, schatz.” he said.

her chest tightened painfully. that was the problem, she didn't let anyone in because she's scared, sensitive and doesn't want to get hurt, dealing with her abusive brother marcos, her dad used to be violent and aggressive towards her mother as well as cheating on her until he died, her mom became depressed and alcoholic while dealing with bipolar, and her other brother daniel...he became suicidal and committed suicide after marcos abused him and hit him for hours because he took the blame for ana.

“you deserve someone better than me, goodbye toto.”

she hangs up the phone, as she immediately blocked the unknown number, she went to bed, crying herself to sleep while hugging a pillow.

her life was ruined, she was afraid of falling in love, getting married, having a family of her own, she was afraid of everything because of her traumas, she has a lot of demons to battle in order to be happy.

but in the back of her head...she thinks she won't have a happy ending she once thought she should have..

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thank you for reading and watching this, i know this took a dark and traumatic turn, and if you live around the globe and you are a victim of rape, domestic violence, suffering family abuse and having suicidal thoughts, please call the numbers and text if you can't speak loud who can help you in your respective country, and remember you're not alone. you are a survivor and you should be proud to tell your story no matter what people say or think.

i love you all, please take care of yourself and your mental health.

torger christian wolff (toto wolff) x original female character (ana gomes)

author's note: this story is entirely fictional. inspired by emotion, atmosphere, and human connection—not reality. characters are flawed, healing is not linear, and love is not easy here. you can translate, use my story and give me credit or not (i don't mind if you don't.) and enjoy it please.

masterlist:

(warning: this chapter has smut (suggestive / graphic), one-night stand, alcohol, emotional vulnerability, flashbacks of an intimacy with a stranger.)

reader discretion advised :)))))

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chapter II: monaco after midnight.

ana woke to sunlight she didn’t recognize...

it wasn’t the pale quiet of nice, nor the familiar rhythm of her own bedroom. this light was sharper—monaco gold—slipping through linen curtains, warm against her bare skin. bare. her breath caught.

the room smelled like expensive cologne and last night’s choices. salt, leather, something darker. masculine. foreign. memories didn’t rush back all at once. they came in fragments. a hand at the small of her back. low laughter near her ear. a voice—deep, controlled, german.

“du schaust mich an, als würdest du fliehen wollen.”

(you’re looking at me like you want to run.)

her pulse skipped. ana sat up slowly, the sheets sliding down just enough to remind her she wasn’t alone last night. she pressed her lips together, grounding herself, the doctor in her already assessing the situation like a case file. unknown location.

unknown man. no regret—just… weight. she glanced toward the other side of the bed. empty. but the imprint remained—undeniable proof she hadn’t imagined him...

—

(flashback...)

monaco at night. music too loud. rose gone somewhere, laughing with strangers. and him. standing near the balcony, jacket abandoned, sleeves rolled just enough to be dangerous. he hadn’t tried to impress anyone. he didn’t need to.

“you’re staring,” he had said, amusement flickering in his eyes. “so are you.”

ana replied, surprising herself. his smile was slow. intentional.

“dann sind wir quitt.”

(then we’re even.)

she remembered the way the world had narrowed after that—how conversation had felt effortless, dangerous. no past. no future. just now.

(another flashback...)

the elevator ride. silence thick enough to choke on.His hand hovering—not touching—waiting.

“sag mir, wenn ich aufhören soll, schatz.” he murmured.

(tell me if I should stop, sweetheart.)

she hadn’t answered. she hadn’t needed to. but the alcohol influenced and her feelings allowed herself to stop focusing on everything but giving up to him, trusting him and the hotel room in monaco was covered in sweat, mess, hot, some older man being super experienced to take care of a beautiful young woman's needs she secreted needed to be released, a room filled with romance, and many things that could make everyone feel hot and bothered...

—

ana stood, wrapping the sheet around herself, heart steady but heavy. she found her dress folded neatly on the chair. that detail alone made something twist in her chest.

then she heard it. water running. she froze. the bathroom door opened moments later.

torger christian wolff stepped out like the morning belonged to him. hair damp. shirt unbuttoned to see his naked chest. calm, unreadable expression—except for the brief pause when his eyes met hers.

there it was again. recognition...

“you’re awake, schatz.” he said softly. her voice came out quieter than she intended. “i was hoping this wasn’t a dream.”

one corner of his mouth lifted and he smirked. “i don’t think dreams leave bruises like that. schatz.”

heat rushed to her face. he didn’t move closer. didn’t crowd her. just watched—like he was memorizing the moment.

“letzte nacht…” he began, then stopped.

(last night…)

ana swallowed. “it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

a beat. “good.” he said gently. “then it can mean exactly what it was.”

something honest, something temporary and something dangerous.

the memories burned slow and deep and toto decided to go back to the bathroom, to take a warm shower which...she swung her legs over the side of the bed, searching for her clothes.

dress—there. heels—by the door. bag—on the chair. but not everything. ana froze. she glanced back at the empty messy bed. a small piece of lace lay forgotten among the sheets. her breath hitched—not embarrassment, not regret.

something more complicated. she dressed quietly, heart racing for reasons she didn’t want to name. this wasn’t her. she didn’t stay. she didn’t linger. she didn’t leave pieces of herself behind—literally or otherwise. and yet. she paused at the door. one last look at the room. at the night she’d let herself feel.

then she left...

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torger christian wolff stood by the window when he heard the door close after he left the bathroom while only wearing a towel. he didn’t move to stop her. didn’t say her name—because he wasn’t sure saying it wouldn’t make him ask her to stay and doesn't know who she is. he waited until the silence settled before turning back toward the bed. and that’s when he saw it.

black lace delicate underwear. forgotten. his jaw tightened. he picked it up slowly, thumb brushing the fabric like it might disappear if he wasn’t careful. he exhaled—a quiet, humorless sound.

“scheiße…”

he hadn’t planned this. hadn’t planned her. and yet, for the first time in a long time after dealing with his marriage and now a divorced man, the room felt emptier than it should have. he folded the lace carefully, setting it on the nightstand. a reminder but can feel his cock getting hard after now having her underwear and addicted to her own scent. he couldn't get her out of his head...

when they were in the hotel room, he has many experiences with different women in his life and as dominant man who is proud of himself after they both made a mess in his hotel room, when they became like two wild beasts who want to start it already while having impatience, when he could spend 2 hours between her legs to take care of her sweet little pussy and him teaching her to give him a blowjob while she would get praised, touching and kissing her soft breasts as he watch with a smile on his face as her body was shaking and was covering her moans and screams, they were drunk but she trusted him when he for the first time took her virginity with his cock, spending hours in many positions specially he would watch her while grabbing and slapping her ass as she was riding his cock without stopping and not caring in the world as alcohol influenced to forget everything and allow her to live once and have something special and intimate.

toto also remembers how much a slut she was after she turned from an innocent little bunny to someone addicted to his cock and honestly ana doesn't regret it but she doesn't know how to feel because it's the first time she slept with a man while both of them were drunk and nothing violent or horrible happened which she was kinda happy...

but for sure the party in monaco will be a souvenir of a night neither of them would forget—no matter how hard they tried...

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(ok...this was my first time writing a smut theme, and i'm not great with it but i'm trying my very best, and i really hope you like the second chapter, it took me a couple of max 2 hours, and i really hope you love it, and if you have questions about this please feel free to do this.)

anyways, love you all and have a good day/afternoon/evening/night.

torger christian wolff (toto wolff) x original female character (ana gomes)

author's note: this story is entirely fictional. inspired by emotion, atmosphere, and human connection—not reality. characters are flawed, healing is not linear, and love is not easy here. you can translate, use my story and give me credit or not (i don't mind if you don't.) and enjoy it please.

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chapter I: the beginning of a memory.

nice, france — late evening.

the sea breathed softly against the shore, a steady rhythm ana gomes had learned to rely on. some nights, the mediterranean felt like the only thing that understood her—constant, quiet, and impossibly deep.

she stood near the promenade des anglais, arms crossed loosely over her chest, the breeze playing with the dark strands of her hair. the city glowed around her: golden lights, murmured conversations, laughter drifting from cafés that felt far removed from her own world.

“you’re doing it again.”

ana didn’t turn immediately. she knew that voice too well. “doing what?” she asked calmly.

“disappearing while physically present,” rose replied, stepping beside her with a knowing smile.

sun-kissed skin, effortless beauty, champagne confidence—rose had always been light where ana was shadow. ana exhaled softly. “it’s a habit.” rose nudged her shoulder.

“it’s my birthday weekend. monaco. music. too much alcohol. possibly bad decisions. you’re not allowed to vanish.”

ana finally looked at her best friend. “that sounds exactly like a reason to vanish.” rose laughed. “you’re a doctor now. you save lives. you can survive one weekend.”

ana didn’t say what lingered in her chest—that survival had never been the same as living. at just twenty-six, she had built herself carefully. controlled. distant. her past stayed locked behind her ribs, where no one could touch it. nice had been her escape after paris: quieter, softer, safer. or so she thought.

—

monaco greeted them like a secret the world wasn’t supposed to know.

luxury hummed through the streets, headlights slicing through the night, the scent of saltwater and perfume mixing in the air. the city saint-tropez pulsed—alive, indulgent, reckless.

“this place is insane,” ana murmured as they passed the harbor, yachts glowing like floating stars.

rose grinned. “that’s the point.”

inside the private celebration, everything blurred together: music, laughter, glasses clinking, strangers brushing past like moments that didn’t ask permission. ana stayed close to rose at first because she never went out, being in a different country and having fun because she would spend time studying and being away from parties and celebrating for once, fingers wrapped around a drink she barely touched.

and then—she felt it. not a sound. not a voice. but a presence. ana looked up. he stood across the room, speaking quietly to someone, posture relaxed yet commanding. tall. silver-haired. sharp eyes that missed nothing. there was something unreadable about him—like a storm contained behind calm skies.

she didn’t know his name. but she felt the collision before it happened. his gaze lifted.

their eyes met.

something tightened in her chest—not fear, not desire exactly, but recognition which rose saw immediately what was happening between her best friend and a man who everyone knows and girls have a crush on.

“do you know who that is?” rose whispered, suddenly at her side.Ana shrugged.

“should i?” rose’s eyes widened. “ana. that’s toto wolff.”

ana blinked. “and i should know him because…?” rose stared at her like she’d just admitted she didn’t know gravity existed.

“formula one. mercedes. ceo. recently divorced, everyone has a crush on him specially younger women who call him ‘hold me back’.”

ana hummed softly. “ah.” she took a sip of champagne, heart beating just a little faster now—not from him, but from the dangerous familiarity of interest. she’d promised herself she wouldn’t let anyone in. not again.

not ever, as if summoned, toto stepped closer. “may i?” he asked, gesturing to the empty space beside her.His voice was calm, accented, controlled.

ana met his gaze again. this time, she didn’t look away. “free country,” she replied coolly and rose saw that which she grins and slowly walk away because she wants her best friend to be happy but she won't pressure her since she knows what ana went through.

a corner of his mouth twitched. “you’re not impressed.”

“i’m a doctor,” ana said. “impressing me is difficult.”

that earned a real smile. “dangerous profession,” he said.

“so i’ve been told..." she said."

they stood there, the noise fading, Monaco glittering around them like a dream neither quite believed in. two people trained in control.

two people hiding fractures beneath polished surfaces. neither of them knew yet that this night would change everything. only that, for once, the past was quiet.

and sometimes, that’s how beginnings start.

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note: thank you so much for reading and watching this, this is something i wanted to try it for like a year ago but i didn't have the courage to do it so but now i wanted to try this new experience for 2026 and hopes that i can continue with this, now i can't promise that i will do it everyday, i can post about in the end if you want two different episodes with one having a happy ending and the other not a happy ending but it's your choice if you want, just dm me or ask me a question if you want about this.

Honestly the denial people can go through over things that aren’t like life & death (such as the money = safety) is seriously so wild. Must be pride though. People don’t like to admit they’re wrong. Which is wild cause that’s not a weakness it’s strength and you learn from it and come out better.

I’m so sorry to hear about your dad, that’s a hard thing to go through so young followed by a lot of pressure and expectations. Look at you smart cookie! But I wish you weren’t pressured so much. It’s one thing to help someone thrive and another to push them beyond their limit. If it’s any consolation I fully understand being pressured & given anxiety, not in the same way but it’s def effected my educational path, i graduated HS in ‘18 and didn’t grad college (w an associate) til ‘23 🫠 Is there a GED equivalent in France? You can always do that when you’re ready. Four languages is amazing!! Wanna tutor my kids? lol I’d love for them to know more than 2 languages. I hope France is treating you well! If you ever want someone to talk to I’ll message you ❤️

Agreed cause we’re the only ones looking out for each other, it’s sad that it has to come to that but we prevail!

lol I’m glad you also like the aggressive unhinged-ness, my husband rolled his eyes at me when I said I enjoyed the agressiveness 😂 yeah they need a sport cause they have endless energy and unfortunately there’s not a lot around us for tots to do (they’re 3 and 1), we tried soccer but that was a big fail lol he’s participating a lot more in ice skating so I’m assuming he likes it. What else do you like? I like gymnastics which I think is also super graceful, he’s done some but it’s not really structured. If we had rugby I’d encourage that too, my kids got thick thighs lol snowboarding would also be cool for them to learn. oh he’s done a swim class but I haven’t been able to find one since we’ve moved and I’m tryingggg to find a martial arts class. Not just sports too though they both LOVE music but I haven’t found anyone who’ll teach a 3 year old 🥲 I could go on lol I’m trying to give him a variety but it’s limiting cause he’s young.

lol I can’t call it thorough, I keep getting pulled away to break up fights, pulled for milk, my phone smacked out my hands, or my glasses snatched off my face 😂

Thank you for taking the time to write back! I also understood you the whole time. ❤️ It’s nice to talk to someone with similar views instead of having to fight to convince the other side of things like basic kindness. You’re a great person and it shows through your anon answering and great writing

ok first off all, thank you for your compliment, your condolences and everything you just said, that made me smile and just write small questions please and i would love to teach your kids if you want but we don't know each other but it won't stop me at least.

second of all, to answer you questions and being honest i'm not sure how you can study in france for a degree with the ged unless you obtained a daeu, don't ask me since i just looked it up and i don't know the full answers so i'm so sorry if i can't help you with that, i'm being honest. but you can search on google for more information which unfortunately i tried my best.

third of all, i'm not a parent and i don't want to have kids (it's my choice for now) and uhm i'm not going to insult your parenting skills...don't pressure your kids specially they're like toddlers and they have choices, let them just free without having huge headaches, if they get older, they want to do something sporting and they choice, as a parent...you don't pressure them but support their choices since they might be young but allow them to think first about everything and if they want to do it, allow them.

(i learned from my mistakes since i was like thinking was stupid or just idiot, but now i decide and maybe ask my mom for her opinion, which she gives me and supports my decision but i still now gain the habit of making a plan hours before than later changing my mind then back and forth until i find the right solution.)

fourth of all, i really don't like sports in general, but i walking and explore things even though i don't like leaving my house but at some point i have to leave my comfort zone and basically i have to be ready emotionally and mentally, normally i do love the aggressiveness but in reality i'm more calm and quiet but also peaceful person which sometimes i can be super annoyed quickly if someone bothers me, which i learned this year that i spray my anger towards dumb people on twitter (i always call x twitter who support trump and the far right who to me don't have a brain and some people of the left too) and not blaming anyone like my mom or my sibling because they're not responsible for my anger.

and sometimes i do show my anger but i deal with it , and if like me and my mom got into an argument which one of us is wrong, i apologize and the story ends there and vice versa.

now i don't feel pressured, i'm more calm, more now open mind person, i have insecurities about myself but it won't affect me and etc., different which i don't know how and...to take this as an offense, i'm not great with kids and i don't want to be a parent specially i'm 18 but i want to prioritize my life and my future as well as dreams over raising a family and be free...

Heavy on money can’t make you feel safe or supported-even outside of being an activist, Serena Williams is proof of that, treated horribly during delivery (& I feel like I’ve read her appts weren’t amazing either but I may be misremembering) and she’s famous w money married to a man w money.

Heavy on the moral failure not economic!! We (not loaded people) are pushed so hard to do better for the planet when we aren’t making the big ass dent that’s there! We’re being blamed for things that we did not do & the issues being forced upon us for solutions when we don’t have the resources to solve it. Or the support like “people don’t wanna have kids anymore” uhhh yeah cause there’s no maternal (&paternal but heavy on maternal) leave, kids cost a lot, & daycares are a mortgage?! Mind you, that’s also with giving the teachers crappy pay. And then school teachers also aren’t paid amazingly while given so much responsibility and coming out of pocket for their classrooms. It’s truly a weird way of nature for such heartless people to be the ones to have money & power.and you know what while I’m on my tangent; I’m tired of people going into careers for the money or to have a position of power over people (literally a SHAME that some teachers do this)

&thank you 🥺 I originally went to school for nursing but then I realised I would not be able to survive having to deliver bad news to parents/caregivers, I was crying even thinking abt it (while nowhere near being done school lol) so I switched to education! My mom says I’ve loved kids since I was a kid 😂 which is valid I kidnap everyone and call them my baby even if they’re 2ft taller than me 😂

gosh yes the every man for himself is just…sigh like we can all help each other and still be fine. I’ve been seeing tiktoks offering bartering services and it’s so nice to see those selfless acts b/c people are hard up for money but still want to enjoy life and shoot not even that but to just take care of themselves (cause I’ve seen a hair stylist do one, a tattoo artist, some offering their cooking skills, etc). I’m glad the incoming generations have been doing so much better than the ones before us, I know it’s not all amazing but shit we’re doing a lot better than them.

Good for you learning abt f1! I’m also not a fan but I’ll stan Lewis of course. I’m trying to learn abt ice hockey. I’ve always loved it, the idea of it, the gracefulness of ice skating combined with the effort of hockey and & the violence 🫣 but never learned. My eldest takes ice skating lessons now & im gonna push for hockey until he tells me he doesn’t wanna do it lol also damn you type fast 😂😂 or maybe I just take forever lol

(Sorry for not separating before, wasn’t sure if it’d go through that way!)

yeah sorry if i didn’t separate it before either, tumblr eats formatting sometimes

:((( but yeah — i hear you. like all of it. your message was long but it didn’t feel messy, it felt like one long exhale, if that makes sense. and everything you said tracks.

the serena williams example is exactly it. money, fame, status — none of that protected her when it actually mattered. that alone should shut down the whole “wealth = safety” argument, but people still pretend otherwise. it’s the system failing people on purpose, not individuals failing to “try hard enough.”

and heavyyyy on the moral failure, not economic. i’m so tired of regular people being guilted into fixing problems we didn’t create and don’t have the resources to solve. meanwhile the biggest contributors to harm are barely inconvenienced. the way parenting, teaching, healthcare, and caregiving are treated in general is just… bleak. people act shocked that folks don’t want kids while making it as hard as possible to survive with kids. it’s backwards.

also i really respect you for switching paths once you realized nursing would emotionally wreck you. that’s not weakness, that’s self-awareness. education needs people who genuinely care about kids, not people chasing authority or a paycheck, so that honestly checks out for you.

since we’re being real and honest: i’m 18. i originally wanted to be a nurse too, then i wanted to be a lawyer but i couldn't go and i had to go to do logistics in high school, but i dropped out twice and don’t have my diploma because i was pressured at just 14 and got into high school very early, (it changed me to something like i knew everyone and i was comfortable as well as very opening but when i came to high school, i had anxiety and still do, i became anti social and didn't want to go to high school anymore) and didn't know what i wanted to do in life (like i would say i would be a nurse to take care of my dad but he unfortunately passed away when i was like 12 and i think that i changed my mind after that...) but i'm great with languages since i speak 4 languages and it could offer me something, life was messy for a bit. i’m from portugal originally but i’m living in france now, and weirdly i have way more chances here than i ever did back in my hometown. it’s not some perfect, linear story, but it’s mine, and i’m figuring things out as i go. i don’t really hide that anymore.

the community/bartering stuff you mentioned is one of the few things that actually gives me hope lately. people helping each other because the system won’t, not because it’s trendy, but because it’s necessary. that’s what solidarity actually looks like.

and lol at the sports thing — i’m not an f1 person either, i just support lewis because… obviously. hockey though? elite choice. graceful, aggressive, a little unhinged. pushing your kid toward it until they say no is very real parent behavior (i understand u) and yeah either i type fast or you’re just being thorough — both are valid.

yeah, exactly. that’s the part people gloss over — the isolation. money can buffer a lot of things, but it doesn’t magically make you feel supported or safe when you’re consistently the only one willing to speak up. and the fact that he keeps doing it anyway, knowing how uncomfortable it makes the space? that’s courage, full stop.

and i’m with you, i genuinely don’t understand how extreme wealth exists alongside so much suffering. like this isn’t a “lack of solutions” issue, it’s a lack of will. the resources are there. world hunger, housing, healthcare — these are solvable problems, and the fact that they aren’t solved is a moral failure, not an economic one. the lottery question says everything about you, honestly. wanting to build shelters and protect kids is such a natural response when you actually care about people. it shouldn’t be rare, yet somehow it is.

especially the kids part. that’s what gets me too. how anyone can look at children struggling and think “not my problem” is beyond me. free education, healthcare, livable wages — none of that is radical. it’s the bare minimum for a functioning society. there is genuinely no good reason people should be breaking their backs just to survive.

and yes to community being the antidote. that fb group sounds like what things should look like — people stepping in, sharing the load, being each other’s safety net. that’s the world i wish we invested in instead of hoarding and silence.

also lol, affect vs effect is everyone’s villain, don’t worry. even grown adults google it mid-sentence. you’re not alone on that one.

i just want to say that toto story and everything won't come out like right now since i will possibly make one chapter for a week or maybe make two whenever i can because i'm going to be busy with school...

but i already created the masterlist and created a character, and a story so if you want to use my story for other apps like wattpad and others, i allow it but don't forget to credit me and if you don't, i don't mind honestly if you don't credit me, and you can translate my work if you want.