TWENTY EIGHT

"Papouille, are you ready for the race week to begin at the British Grand Prix?"

Anthoine Hubert questioned his beloved friend as she curled in to his side whilst they were on the plane together, which was about to land in the United Kingdom.

"I'm ready to kick Lewis' ass if that's what you mean. I am not letting him win a home Grand Prix. I will riot, and us Brazilian's know how to riot." Larissa smiled tiredly in to the French man's arm, since she was severely jet lagged and exhausted from flying from São Paulo to France just so that she could fly to the United Kingdom with Anthoine.

She had barely slept at all since she had given up her apartment in Monaco to allow Zahra a place to stay without struggling financially.

Though she knew that it was mainly because her father's house in São Paulo had always given her restless nights and nightmares, ever since he had died.

It was mainly due to the fact that the property was  completely empty, with only her staying in it since she had evicted her mother and removed her from her life and because of its size, since it was a very large mansion, that it had made her notice her father's absence even more than she already had, which kept her up every single night.

Her under eyes were dark and very prominent, almost purple looking, as her skin was looking more grey than anything, no tan, no color, just grey.

She had unfortunately started to lose weight again, and despite her best efforts to gain weight again with the help of Toto Wolff and the extra food that he had been giving her, just couldn't get back to what she was before she had entered Formula One.

Thanks a lot, Franz.

"Papouille, are you sure that you do not want to stay with me? You really need your sleep, and I amm worried that you are not getting the amount of hours of rest that your body needs." Anthoine frowned in concern for her, seeing her yawn multiple times as he spoke to her.

"A few Red Bulls will sort me out, I'll be okay."  Larissa reassured her worried friend, squeezing his hand in comfort, just as a flight attendant arrived in front of them, telling them that they had landed and could disembark the plane.

"Please, be careful." Anthoine begged his friend.

"Asticot, careful is my middle name."

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"Merda!"

Larissa yelled as she spun out for the fourth time during free practise at the Silverstone circuit in preparation for the British Grand Prix.

She had forced a total of seven red bull cans down her throat, and Lewis Hamilton's 'monster' drink so that she couldn't be seen as biased, since the four time world Champion had been a little annoyed with her for drinking with Nico Rosberg.

She'd still do it again, whether or not he liked it.

"Concentrate, Lis." She spoke to herself quietly, with her eyes burning with tiredness.

The past couple of races, she had been forced to retire due to mechanical problems, and she could only hope that her car would actually work for this race, because she actually wanted to finish this one.

"Zoooooom, zoooooom, zooooom." Larissa muttered to herself as she sped past a struggling Sitrokin and his Williams.

"Neowwwww." The Brazilian pretended to imitate the car noises until she heard a cough over the radio.

"Kid, we can all hear you and your, uh, noises."

Matthew, her radio engineer spoke awkwardly through the radio, expecting her to apologise or become awkward.

"Brum brum, I'm in my dad's car." Larissa smiled as she ignored her radio engineer, quoting a vine from her childhood.

"Get out my car." She faked a deep voice, unknowingly sounding exactly like her father as her team principal, Franz, froze in his spot.

For a second, just a second, he thought that Luiz was in the car.

Until he heard her noises again.

"Neowwwwwww." Larissa released a loud laugh.

"How my stats doing, boss?"

Franz shook his head to clear his head of the thoughts of her father, clearing his throat briefly.

"Uh, good. The cars doing good."

"Okay." She responded, sounding quite giddy. "I am the need for speeeeeeeed."

Franz couldn't help the smile that coated his face at her voice which was sounding the happiest that he had ever heard her.

"Blame it on the seven cans of Red Bull." Matthew chuckled at his boss, before they heard her voice through the radio once more.

"Red Bull gives you wings!" She recited an advert that she had heard for the canned drink, causing everybody in her garage to laugh lightly.

"The one and only Larissa Cohen, everybody."

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British Formula One fans loved an underdog.

And this year, they were hoping that the Toro Rosso of Larissa Cohen was going to be that underdog.

Whereas she was hoping that the underdog would that of her team mate, Pierre Gasly.

She was still mad at him, but, she still wanted him to do well because he was still her team mate and it would not be right if she didn't want him to do well.

"Come on, Gasolina. Let's see what you've got." Larissa spoke in to her team mates radio as he was getting ready to set a qualifying lap.

"Mon Cherie, is that you?" Pierre's voice crackled through the radio, his tone sounding surprised since he knew that she was still mad at him.

"It's race week, idiota. Where's my food?" Larissa tried to hold back a smile as she tried to remain mad at the French man, and finding herself struggling to do so.

"You'll get it as soon as one of us gets pole, I promise you." Pierre smiled brightly as he responded through the radio, just as he set off for his lap.

Not quite pole.

"Your turn, mon cherie." Pierre Gasly smiled adoringly at his team mate as he walked back in to the paddock, seeing her desperately biting back a smile.

Larissa stood on to the tip of her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, making him sigh in relief, and causing his cheeks to flush bright pink.

"Get my food ready, I'm starving."

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"LARISSA COHEN IS GOING TO BE STARTING FROM POLE AT THE BRITISH GRAND PRIX, OH MY WORD!"

A commentator screamed as Larissa grinned in delight as she walked back in to the garage, seeing her team mate wearing a beaming smile as he stared at her, with a brown paper bag full of food in his hand and ready for her to take.

She had managed to beat Lewis Hamilton and her uncle Sebastian Vettel to pole position at Silverstone, as her teammate Pierre had managed to qualify in 8th position.

"Your food, your majesty." Pierre winked teasingly at his team mate, before bowing slightly as he faked a British accent.

Which was awful.

"Please, promise me that you will never do a English accent ever again." Larissa laughed in amusement as she shook her head from side to side, before opening the bag of food that he had gotten her, called 'Subway', something of which she had never had before.

"I promise to never do an English accent again, if you promise me to not be mad at me any longer." Pierre timidly smiled at the Brazilian. He noticed his team mates eyes widened at his proposal.

"Please? I'm so sorry, I swear, I just wanted to see the both of you happy together as I think the two of you will be good together. You're my team mate, my best friend, I can't stand it knowing that you are mad at me."

Larissa took a deep breath, oxygen filling her lungs, before releasing a large sigh. "Okay, but from now on, you have to promise me that you will let me choose who I get to go on dates with, okay?"

Pierre's face lit up in to what Larissa could only describe as an adorable little smile. "Of course! I absolutely and completely promise to never ever set you up with anybody ever again and to let you choose who you want to date."

Larissa smiled softly at the French man before she stepped against his chest, wrapping her arms around his torso as he immediately welcomed the hug and squeezed her tightly.

They had missed each other so much.

"You're my best friend too, docinho."

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"Do I smell a big fat loser? Oh wow, look, I do!"

Larissa Cohen smirked as she crept her way in to the Mercedes garage, seeing her brother stood with his team mate, with their team principal by their side.

"Does she mean me?" Valterri Bottas looked confused as he looked between the group of Larissa, Lewis and Toto.

"Of course not, Valtree. I mean Alexander Hamilton , of course, you know, the big fat stinking loser."

Larissa smiled brightly as the Finnish man softly kissed her cheek to congratulate her on getting pole position.

"Bully." Lewis coughed out teasingly at his little sister who he loved.

"My garage, my rules." Toto stared at the Brazilian with his arms folded in front of his chest, as he noticed that the Cohen girl was wearing a Toro Rosso cap.

Larissa released a whine of annoyance upon noticing the stern look on his face before she reached in to her bag that she was carrying on her shoulder and switched her cap to a Mercedes cap. She gave the team principal a sickly sweet smile before grunting in discomfort, rolling her dark brown eyes.

"So not fair." She huffed in distaste.

"Larissa." Toto gave her a pointed look as she released a scoff.

"Okay okay, sorry dad." She teased him, not noticing the shocked and happy smile that immediately formed on to his face as soon as the word left her lips.

Lewis and Valterri exchanged shocked glances with each other, their eyebrows raised in surprise.

They both knew that the only person that she had ever called that name, was her beloved father, Luiz Cohen, and even when she teased people, mainly her uncles, she had never ever used that name.

Except for... Toto?

"Being in the Mercedes garage means wearing Mercedes merch, you know the rules, Larissa." Toto could not hide the feeling of warmth that was rapidly forming in his chest at the fact that she had called him dad, even if she didn't mean it and called him it to tease him.

"You know the rules." Larissa mocked in a high pitched voice, before cowering behind the Finnish man as she recieved a 'dissappointed father look' from his team principal, causing the Finnish man to chuckle loudly.

Valterri Bottas cackled in delight as she cowered behind him, hiding behind his back, as he patted her head as if she was a dog.

Toto could not hold the glare at her anymore, with the man instantly bursting in to a soft and caring smile, that he barely ever used, but had found himself using a lot more often.

With the Cohen girl.

"Lew, I think Dad's mad at me because I got pole position with mom." Larissa teased the Austrian man with the name once more, though she was still cowering behind the Bottas man.

"And what do you want me to do about it, huh?" Lewis smirked mischievously, taunting his little sister.

"Defend me! It's my fault that he lost the custody battle with Toro Rosso! I can't help it that I'm a child of the divorce!"

Toto smiled softly at the girl who he had begun to see as a daughter, one that he cared deeply for, shaking his head as he started to laugh, the fondness in his heart for the Brazilian, growing bigger and bigger by the second.

He could only hope, deep down inside of him, both in his heart and in his gut, that she would do it. That she would agree with what he had said when she was last in the Mercedes garage.

He was really, really hoping that she would accept his offer.

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A/N

I'm motivated, here is another.

Also, I'm updating the cast list with a face claim for her father so you can imagine him, so keep and eye out for his face to appear in the end of the cast list, (at the end coz hes ded hehehe).

(He would have been late 20s possibly early 30s when he was killed, so that adds to who was chosen.)

Thank you to maddoxev for creating a bunch of face claims for me to choose from, it was difficult. Also check out her profile if you are a Spanish speaker, as she is translating LEGACY in Spanish. (Her tiktok edits of Larissa are awesome too!)

Anyway, love you all and I'll see you soon for the next one!

-RUBY