#cannstadter wasen

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Dirndl, Lederhosen, and Family Fun

word count: 1.7k

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Wife!reader, ft. Jack

Summery: Y/n reflects on her return to Stuttgart, where she finds comfort in her childhood home while her son Jack enjoys reconnecting with his German heritage, the family prepares for a special outing to the Cannstatter Wasen, with Jack eager to embrace the traditions in his new lederhosen.

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You had always loved Stuttgart. The cobblestone streets, the picturesque vineyards that rolled over the hills just beyond the city, and the familiar hum of life in the town where you grew up. There was something about being home that brought a sense of comfort, like stepping into a warm embrace.

It had been years since you lived here full-time, though. Life had taken you far away, to bustling Formula 1 circuits, endless hotel stays, and places you never imagined visiting. But now, staying with your parents for a few weeks, it was like the world had slowed down again—if only for a little while. Jack, your son, was loving every minute of it.

Your parents’ home was just outside the city, with a garden that stretched back into a small orchard. Jack ran around with pure joy, chasing after butterflies, his laughter echoing through the trees. You watched him from the terrace, a cup of tea in hand, feeling a quiet happiness bloom in your chest.

“Mama, Papa, schau mal!” (Mom, Dad, look!) Jack called out, holding up a small apple he’d found. His little hands were already smudged with dirt, his face glowing with excitement.

Your mother, who was standing beside you, smiled warmly. “Er ist genauso abenteuerlustig wie du früher.” (He’s just as adventurous as you were.) Her voice was filled with affection as she watched her grandson.

“Vielleicht sogar noch mehr,” (Maybe even more) you replied, laughing softly. Jack certainly had a boundless energy that seemed to come from both sides of his heritage.

It was nice, though, to see him so connected to your roots. While his life was often spent in the fast-paced world of F1, with planes and fancy hotels, there was something so simple and pure about him playing in the garden where you had once done the same. You imagined that this place, with its traditions and calm, would always be part of who he was.

Toto, sitting beside you, looked up from his phone and chuckled. “Er ist wie ein kleiner Wirbelwind,” (He’s like a little whirlwind), he said, shaking his head as Jack started running toward the swing set your parents had put up for him.

“He loves being here,” you murmured, leaning your head on Toto’s shoulder. “It’s his German side coming out.”

Toto smiled at that, slipping his arm around you. “Und die amerikanische Seite?” (And his American side?)

“Also, that’s the side that tells him to never give up,” you said teasingly. “And to talk back sometimes.”

Both of you laughed as Jack shouted, “Ich kann höher schwingen als du, Papa!” (I can swing higher than you, Papa!) from across the garden.

Your father appeared on the terrace with a tray of drinks, setting them down with a grin. “He’s a proper little Stuttgarter now”, he joked, glancing at Jack with pride. You knew your dad was thrilled to have his grandson around, especially because Jack reminded him so much of you at that age.

“And when we go to the Wasen, he’ll be even more Stuttgarter,” you added with a smile, already picturing Jack in his little lederhosen.

Your parents beamed at the thought. They loved the tradition of the Cannstatter Volksfest, and they were excited to share it with their grandson for the first time. It would be a perfect blend of the old and the new—just like your family.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the orchard, you sighed in contentment. This was the life you wanted for Jack: a mixture of adventure and stability, of his German heritage and his American roots, of excitement and the warmth of home.

He might grow up to live in different cities and experience the rush of international life, just as you and Toto had, but Stuttgart would always be here for him. And that, you knew, was something to treasure.

The atmosphere was electric at the Cannstatter Wasen in Cannstatt, the smell of roasted almonds and sausages filling the air, the laughter of children and the hum of conversation mixing with the lively music that spilled from the Zelt (tent) entrances. You had always loved this time of year—the tradition, the joy, the sense of community—and now, you got to share it with your own little family.

As you walked hand in hand with Toto, your son Jack skipping happily between you, you couldn’t help but glance down at the beautiful dirndl you had bought for the occasion. The deep emerald green and embroidered flowers caught the light just right, and Toto had made a point of telling you how stunning you looked before you left. He, too, looked quite handsome in his lederhosen, and little Jack—well, Jack was practically stealing the show in his own mini-version of his dad’s outfit.

The Mercedes team had reserved a table for you in one of the larger tents, and as you made your way through the crowd, you greeted familiar faces, many of them from your years working in Stuttgart. You and Toto exchanged pleasantries with the guests, some speaking in German and others in English, but it all felt like one big celebration. It wasn’t often that the fast-paced world of Formula 1 paused long enough for moments like this.

“Schaut euch die beiden an! Wie süß ist der kleine Jack in seiner Lederhose!” (Look at the two of them! How cute is little Jack in his lederhosen!) one of your old colleagues from Mercedes exclaimed, bending down to give Jack a high-five. Jack, always a little shy at first, smiled and pressed closer to Toto’s leg, his hand still clutching yours.

“Er liebt es! Ich glaube, er fühlt sich wie ein kleiner Mann heute.” (He loves it! I think he feels like a little man today), you replied with a laugh, tousling Jack’s hair. Toto grinned down at him proudly.

“Ja, das tut er,” (Yes, he does), Toto added, ruffling Jack's hair as well. His Austrian accent always made his German sound even warmer, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way he beamed at your son.

Once inside the Zelt, the festive energy hit its peak. The wooden tables were packed with people enjoying steins of beer and plates of traditional food, while the band played lively tunes on stage. Your table had a great view of the action, and soon enough, you were seated with members of the Mercedes team, some of whom you hadn’t seen in ages.

The conversations flowed easily, switching between German and English as needed. One of the newer engineers leaned over, beaming. “This is your first time bringing Jack to the Wasen, right?”

You nodded, smiling as Jack’s eyes widened at the sight of the giant pretzels being carried past. “Yes, it’s his first time—though I’m not sure if he’s more excited about the music or the food,” you joked.

Toto chuckled, leaning in to whisper, “Wahrscheinlich beides.” (Probably both.)

The afternoon passed in a blur of fun, food, and laughter. You shared plates of bratwurst, potato salad, and fluffy kaiserschmarrn, and Jack's delighted giggles filled the air when one of the waitresses brought over a child-sized pretzel just for him. Toto sat back, relaxed, one arm around you and the other resting on the table, his eyes shining with contentment. It wasn’t every day you saw him so carefree.

After a while, Jack began squirming with excitement, his eyes darting toward the booths outside the Zelt. “Mama, Papa, können wir zu den Spielen gehen?” (Mama, Papa, can we go to the games?)

You exchanged a glance with Toto, who smiled and gave a slight nod. “Natürlich, mein Schatz,” (Of course, my darling) he said, standing up and helping Jack down from the bench.

The three of you made your way through the bustling fairground until Toto spotted a Schießbude (shooting booth), his face lighting up with mischief. “Ich muss etwas für euch gewinnen.” (I have to win something for you both.)

You laughed, already knowing how competitive he could get, even when it came to something as simple as a shooting game.

Toto gave you a playful look, stepping up to the booth and picking up the air rifle. “Schatz, ich gewinne immer,” (Darling, I always win) he said with a wink.

Jack stood beside you, watching in awe as his father took aim. The first shot hit the target perfectly, and Jack’s eyes widened. “Wow, Papa!”

Toto glanced back at him with a grin. “Noch zwei, dann gehört das Kuscheltier dir.” (Two more, and the stuffed animal is yours.)

And sure enough, Toto’s aim was true. The booth attendant handed him a large, fluffy bear, which he immediately gave to Jack, who hugged it tightly, his little face beaming with pride.

“Siehst du, ich hab’s dir gesagt,” (See, I told you) Toto said, turning to you with a satisfied smile.

You rolled your eyes with a grin. “Okay, okay. Du bist der Beste.” (You’re the best.)

But before you could say more, Toto handed the rifle to you. “Jetzt bist du dran, mal sehen, ob du besser bist.” (Now it's your turn, let's see if you’re better.)

You shook your head, laughing. “Na gut, aber erwarte nicht zu viel.” (Alright, but don’t expect too much.)

As you took aim, you could feel Toto standing close behind you, offering little tips in your ear. “Ein bisschen nach rechts... Perfekt, schießen.” (A little to the right... Perfect, shoot.)

Your shot hit the target, albeit not as cleanly as his, but the joy of it wasn’t about winning—it was in the fun you shared together.

Later that evening, as the lights twinkled across the fairground and Jack, now tired and snug in Toto’s arms, began to nod off, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for moments like this. The Wasen was more than just a festival. It was a reminder of home, of tradition, and of the little things that made your family feel so full of life and love.

Toto kissed the top of your head as you walked back toward the car. “Ich liebe solche Tage,” (I love days like these) he murmured, his voice soft.

You leaned into him, smiling. “Ich auch.” (Me too.)

[mothmans-cumrag]

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[aprilbarton]

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[apurewxb]

I went to Cannstatt for the fireworks. They were good, but still not so splendid as I had expected. They were really small and the heavy smoke sort of ruined the sight. #stuttgart #badcannstatt #fireworks #feuerwerk Lectures begin tommorow. Farewell, summer holidays. ☹️ Ich bin nach Cannstatt gegangen zum Feuerwerk. Es war gut, aber noch nicht so großartig, wie ich erwartet hatte. Es war wirklich klein und der starke Rauch ruinierte den Anblick. Ab morgen fangen die Vorlesungen an. Ciao, Sommerferien. 🙁 (at Stuttgart Bad Cannstadt Wasen) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3ku4HKotn1/?igshid=1dlm1sacyjzvo

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