goldenkiwistyles

[goldenkiwistyles]

I wish it was Yuki

just wanted to come on here and apologize in advance for the person i will become if yuki doesn’t get the Red Bull seat

[goldenkiwistyles]

Checo was never one of my favourite drivers and I think other drivers do deserve his seat but I actually feel quite sad that he’s left.

[goldenkiwistyles]

Sad by not surprised 😢

[goldenkiwistyles]

the bestest - lh44

summary: lewis hamilton wins the silverstone grand prix, and his daughter thinks he's the bestest. wc: 1.7k. based on this request

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

The British Grand Prix always carried a unique significance, but this year felt particularly momentous. Fans filled the stands, waving flags and banners, their cheers echoing through the circuit.

For Lewis, this year felt extra special because his wife and little girl were joining him, and that was enough to give him an extra boost of motivation for the upcoming race.

Alana Hamilton is just four years old, and she's the light of your lives. She's a curious child who always has a smile for everyone, her bright eyes constantly scanning her surroundings for new wonders to discover.

And she has her father completely wrapped around her tiny finger, everybody knew it.

Alana clung to your hand as you made your way to the paddock, her eyes wide with wonder at the spectacle around her. She had been to races before, but this time she was more aware of her surroundings and everything happening.

“Mommy, look at all the people!” Alana exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder as she held your hand. “They’re all here for Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetheart, a lot of them are here to see Daddy race," you smiled at her, "He has a lot of fans who love to cheer him on."

“I’m going to cheer the loudest!”

Alana’s gaze followed every movement, her curiosity sparking with each new discovery. She was soaking it all in—the hustle of the team members, the hum of the engines, the vibrant colors of the team uniforms.

When you and Alana arrived at the team garage, Lewis was there, busy with pre-race preparations. He looked up, his face lighting up at the sight of his family.

“There’s my little girl,” he said, bending down to scoop Alana into his arms.

Alana giggled, her small arms wrapping around his neck. “Daddy, are you going to win today?” she asked, her voice full of hopeful excitement.

Lewis brushed a kiss on her forehead. “I’m going to give it my all, princess. With you cheering me on, I have a really good feeling about today.”

As Lewis held Alana, George Russell, his teammate, walked by and smiled warmly at the scene.

"Well, if it isn't the Hamiltons, my favorite family," he said, his tone friendly and genuine.

Alana's face lit up with recognition. She remembered George from previous encounters and team events. "George!" she exclaimed, waving enthusiastically from her perch in Lewis's arms.

"Hello there, little champion," George chuckled, giving Alana a gentle high-five. "Are you excited for the race today?"

"Yes! Daddy's going to win because he's the bestest driver in the whole wide world!" she declared with innocent confidence, looking at Lewis with adoring eyes.

Lewis couldn't help but beam with pride, though he tried to maintain a humble demeanor. "Well, I don't know about that, sweetheart. There are a lot of great drivers out here today."

"But you're the bestest, Daddy," Alana insisted, her conviction unshakeable.

George laughed good-naturedly. "Well, Lewis, looks like you've got your biggest fan right here. No pressure or anything," he teased.

You smiled, watching the interaction. It was heartwarming to see how the team had become like an extended family, especially for Alana.

"Alright, princess," Lewis said, giving Alana one more squeeze, "Daddy needs to finish getting ready for the race. You be good for Mommy, okay?"

Alana's grip tightened around Lewis's neck, her little face scrunching up in defiance. "No, Daddy, don’t go!"

“Sweetie, Daddy has to race now," you gently stroked her back, "We’ll be right here watching him the whole time.”

As Alana clung tighter to Lewis, her eyes welling up with tears, you could see the conflict on your husband's face. He hated leaving her upset, but the race was about to start.

"Hey, princess," Lewis said softly, gently prying her arms from around his neck. "Remember what we talked about? Daddy has to go fast in the car so he can come back to you even quicker."

Alana's lower lip trembled, but she nodded, reluctantly loosening her grip. "Okay, Daddy. Be fast and be safe."

"I will, princess. I promise," Lewis kissed her forehead tenderly.

He handed her to you, and Alana nestled into your arms, still watching Lewis with wide, admiring eyes. He turned to you next, his expression softening.

"I'll see you both soon. I love you."

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him. "Be safe out there."

With one last glance at his family, Lewis turned and headed towards his car, his determination renewed by the love and support he carried with him.

As you made your way to the VIP viewing area, Alana's eyes darted everywhere, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling circuit. The roar of engines filled the air as the cars lined up on the grid.

"Look, baby," you pointed, "There's Daddy's car. Number 44, remember?"

Alana nodded eagerly, her eyes fixed on the sleek silver Mercedes. "Go, Daddy, go!" she shouted, even though the race hadn't started yet.

Throughout the race, you explained what was happening in simple terms Alana could understand. She cheered every time Lewis's car came into view, her enthusiasm making everyone around melt.

"Daddy's car is going so fast! He's the bestest!" Alana exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder.

When the final lap came, the tension was palpable. You held Alana close, her little hands clutching your shirt as she watched Lewis take the lead. As he crossed the finish line first, the grandstands erupted in roars.

Alana’s eyes widened in amazement. “Mommy, did Daddy win?”

“He did, sweetheart!” you exclaimed, hugging her tightly. “Daddy won!”

"Daddy won! Daddy won!" she chanted, her voice filled with pure joy.

You couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm, your own heart swelling with pride. "Let's go see Daddy, shall we?" you suggested, taking her hand.

You hurried to the pit lane, eager to congratulate Lewis. As he climbed out of the car, the sight of you and Alana brought a huge smile to his face. He reached out, and Alana practically leapt into his arms.

“Daddy!” she shouted, hugging him tightly. “You did it!”

Lewis laughed, his eyes shining with happiness. “We did it, baby girl.”

Lewis held Alana with one arm and reached out to pull you into the embrace with the other. The three of you stood there, a little island of family amidst the chaos of the celebration.

"I'm so proud of you," you whispered to Lewis, giving him a quick kiss.

Alana, not wanting to be left out, planted a big kiss on Lewis's cheek. "Me too, Daddy! You're the bestest ever!"

As the celebrations continued around you, Lewis kept Alana in his arms, not wanting to let her go. She had always been clingy with him, especially since he was away a lot of weekends for races. She missed him a lot, and every moment they spent together was precious to her.

When it was time for the post-race interview, Lewis tried to set Alana down, but she clung to him, her small hands gripping his suit. “No, Daddy, hold me.”

“Come on, sweetheart, let Daddy do his interview,” you coaxed.

Lewis looked at you with a soft smile. "It's okay, I'll take her with me. I'll pay whatever fine the FIA gives me," he said, adjusting Alana in his arms. You couldn't help but chuckle, knowing how much this moment meant to both of them.

As Lewis approached the interview area, he saw a familiar face waiting for him - Nico Rosberg, his former teammate and rival. Nico's eyebrows raised slightly at the sight of Lewis carrying Alana, a small smile making its way to his face.

"Lewis, congratulations on your win today," Nico began, microphone in hand. "And I see you've brought a special guest with you."

Lewis grinned, bouncing Alana slightly in his arms. "Yeah, this is my daughter Alana. She's my good luck charm today."

"Hello there, Alana," Nico smiled warmly at her, "Did you enjoy watching your dad race today?"

Alana, suddenly shy in front of the camera, buried her face in Lewis' neck but peeked out with one eye. "Daddy is the bestest," she mumbled.

The crowd around them collectively "aww'ed" at her adorable response. Lewis chuckled, patting her back gently.

"Well, Lewis," Nico continued, "that was an incredible drive today. Can you talk us through that final lap?"

As Lewis answered, discussing the intricacies of the race, Alana stayed nestled in his arms, occasionally lifting her head to look around curiously and playing with the zipper of her father's suit.

When the interview concluded, it was time for the podium ceremony. Lewis knew he couldn't take Alana up there with him, no matter how much he wished he could.

"Alright, princess," he said softly, "Daddy has to go up on the big stage now. Can you stay with Mommy and watch?"

Alana's grip tightened, her lower lip trembling. "No, Daddy, I want to stay with you!"

You stepped forward, gently prying Alana from Lewis's arms. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's watch Daddy get his big trophy. We can wave to him from here."

Reluctantly, Alana allowed herself to be transferred to your arms, her eyes never leaving Lewis. As he walked towards the podium, he turned back to blow a kiss to both of you.

You found a good spot near the podium, holding Alana up so she could see clearly. Her eyes widened as she watched Lewis climb the steps to the top of the podium.

"Look, baby," you said, pointing. "There's Daddy on the top step. That means he won!"

Alana's face lit up with pride and excitement. "Daddy won! Daddy won!" she chanted, clapping her hands.

As the British national anthem played and Lewis stood tall on the podium, trophy in hand, Alana watched in awe. When Lewis spotted you two in the crowd, he gave a special wave and blew a kiss your way, making Alana squeal with delight.

"He sees us, Mommy!" she exclaimed, waving back furiously.

You hugged her close, your heart full of love for your little family. "Yes, he does, sweetheart. He's waving just for you."

As the champagne spray began, Alana giggled at the sight of her daddy getting all wet. It was a perfect end to a perfect day, one that you knew would be etched in your family's memories forever.

[goldenkiwistyles]

[RIMINGS] Heart Neck Midi Dress & Short Cardigan

- FULL BODY 2

- NEW MESH

- ALL LODS

- NORMAL MAP / SHADOW MAP

- 28 / 28 SWATCHES

- HQ COMPATIBLE

▶TERMS OF USE

DOWNLOAD

( EARLY ACCESS ) PUBLIC!

[goldenkiwistyles]

Some reminders and affirmations:

It’s okay to feel sad because the season has ended.

It’s okay to feel sad because the grid won’t look the same next year.

It’s okay to feel sad because your favorite driver doesn’t have a seat in 2025.

It’s okay to feel sad because your favorite driver will be driving for a different team next season.

It’s okay to feel sad because things are changing. But it’s also okay to feel happy and excited.

There’s no right or wrong here. Sports are quite literally designed to play on our emotions. This is just part of being a fan.

Whatever you’re feeling right now, your feelings are valid ❤️

[goldenkiwistyles]

My era as a Williams fan begins now

pray for me :/

[goldenkiwistyles]

Im so annoyed I only got to watch half the race and can’t watch the second half tmr 😭😭😭😭😭

[goldenkiwistyles]

Rosie Hair

I wish the preview showed off the ponytail more cause it is my favorite ponytail that I have made, so make sure to look at the gif to see it in all it's glory from the back. Also stream rosie by Rosé !

BGC

Hat Compatible

24 EA Colors

Custom Thumbnails

Four Versions; Ponytail/Bun and then versions without bangs

Bow Accessories + Elastic Accessory in Hats; 30 Swatches Each

Terms Of Use

Twitter  |  Instagram

EA Creator Code: AHARRIS00BRITNEY

Download | Public on December 27th

[goldenkiwistyles]

lowkey feeling nostalgic over the 2024 silly season already.

the coma lewis to ferrari put is in in february. zhou at his home race. charles braking the monaco curse. lando winning his first race. lewis winning silverstone for the last time with mercedes. the brocedes and slagclaren interviews. losing logan. losing danny. gaining franco. gaining liam. alpine podium. lando gifting a win to oscar. max’s championship. watching arthur and charles race together at ferrari. and now max and kelly are having a baby.

why is this sport making me feel things

[goldenkiwistyles]

My Hero GR63

Warnings: none :)

The moment George got the call he was buzzing with an excitement. A chance to drive in a championship winning car. He would be a fool to say no. Of course he felt sorry for Lewis, no driver wanting to miss the penultimate race of the season because they have covid.

George had had a strong qualifying the day before, P2 his best start yet, filling him with confidence for the race ahead.

However, there was an added pressure sat in the back of the Mercedes garage today. His four year old daughter Willow. It was the first race she would be attending, the four year old bouncing with excitement ever since she woke up.

"Daddy come play with me." George smiled at his daughter sighing as he bent down to her level.

"I'm sorry baby but I can't. I have to head to the Grid for the race soon."

The little girl squealed with excitement. "Really daddy! Are you going to win?"

"Of course baby because you're here cheering me on." He places a kiss onto Willows forehead making her giggle.

"Come on then monkey lets get you to your seat."

~

Georges nerves started multiplying as he sat on the front row of the grid waiting for the lights to go out. I can do this he thought. Just concentrate on the lights.

As soon as they go out George reacts, putting his foot to the floor, adrenaline rushing through his veins. Into the first turn he's done it. He's taken the lead.

~

Everything was going smoothly. The race had hit the 63rd lap and George was Still in the lead. That was until his replacement at Williams, Jack Aitken hit the wall losing his front wing. The safety car was brought out so of course it made sense for George to pit. It was a slow stop, the front right tire slow coming off, but George didn't care. He hadn't lost the lead so it didn't matter. Then he heard the radio message.

"George We're are going to need to box box. We have a mixed tire set on the car." He raced into the pits the team quickly changing to the correct tires, causing him to drop down to 5th. It wasn't over yet. He believed he could come back from this.

~

By the 77th lap he had made it up to second. George had 10 laps to get past Checo if he wanted to win this race. That was before he got another radio message, shattering his heart.

"Looks like a rear left puncture."

No matter how much George wanted to deny it he knew that meant his chances of a podium were over. He couldn't bear it. The thought of what could off been but was ripped away from him. The thought of seeing the disappointed look on Willows face. Willow. She's going to be so disappointed in him. Just before the race he was telling her that he would definitely win the race because she was there. George had let her down.

~

George pulled into parc fermé felling utterly disappointed. P9. He should of won. What's he going to say to his daughter.

Speak off the devil she comes running at him as soon as he walks into the garage, leaping into his outstretched arms.

"Daddy you looked so cool!" He tried to smile at his daughter but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "What's wrong daddy?"

Carefully he sets her down on the ground, crouching down so he is eye level with her. "I'm so sorry baby. I didn't win and I said I would." The four year old looks at her father perplexed. "I disappointed you baby, I'm sorry."

Willow surprises George when she gently wraps her arms around his neck, her way of comforting him. "That doesn't matter daddy. I think you still did great." He smiles. "Even if you came last I still would of thought you were amazing because your my hero." Tears fall down Georges face at Willows admission, her maturity astonishing him. "Thank you baby. I love you."

"I love you too daddy. More than anything"

~ A/N: Its been a minute. :)

[goldenkiwistyles]

My Hero GR63

Warnings: none :)

The moment George got the call he was buzzing with an excitement. A chance to drive in a championship winning car. He would be a fool to say no. Of course he felt sorry for Lewis, no driver wanting to miss the penultimate race of the season because they have covid.

George had had a strong qualifying the day before, P2 his best start yet, filling him with confidence for the race ahead.

However, there was an added pressure sat in the back of the Mercedes garage today. His four year old daughter Willow. It was the first race she would be attending, the four year old bouncing with excitement ever since she woke up.

"Daddy come play with me." George smiled at his daughter sighing as he bent down to her level.

"I'm sorry baby but I can't. I have to head to the Grid for the race soon."

The little girl squealed with excitement. "Really daddy! Are you going to win?"

"Of course baby because you're here cheering me on." He places a kiss onto Willows forehead making her giggle.

"Come on then monkey lets get you to your seat."

~

Georges nerves started multiplying as he sat on the front row of the grid waiting for the lights to go out. I can do this he thought. Just concentrate on the lights.

As soon as they go out George reacts, putting his foot to the floor, adrenaline rushing through his veins. Into the first turn he's done it. He's taken the lead.

~

Everything was going smoothly. The race had hit the 63rd lap and George was Still in the lead. That was until his replacement at Williams, Jack Aitken hit the wall losing his front wing. The safety car was brought out so of course it made sense for George to pit. It was a slow stop, the front right tire slow coming off, but George didn't care. He hadn't lost the lead so it didn't matter. Then he heard the radio message.

"George We're are going to need to box box. We have a mixed tire set on the car." He raced into the pits the team quickly changing to the correct tires, causing him to drop down to 5th. It wasn't over yet. He believed he could come back from this.

~

By the 77th lap he had made it up to second. George had 10 laps to get past Checo if he wanted to win this race. That was before he got another radio message, shattering his heart.

"Looks like a rear left puncture."

No matter how much George wanted to deny it he knew that meant his chances of a podium were over. He couldn't bear it. The thought of what could off been but was ripped away from him. The thought of seeing the disappointed look on Willows face. Willow. She's going to be so disappointed in him. Just before the race he was telling her that he would definitely win the race because she was there. George had let her down.

~

George pulled into parc fermé felling utterly disappointed. P9. He should of won. What's he going to say to his daughter.

Speak off the devil she comes running at him as soon as he walks into the garage, leaping into his outstretched arms.

"Daddy you looked so cool!" He tried to smile at his daughter but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "What's wrong daddy?"

Carefully he sets her down on the ground, crouching down so he is eye level with her. "I'm so sorry baby. I didn't win and I said I would." The four year old looks at her father perplexed. "I disappointed you baby, I'm sorry."

Willow surprises George when she gently wraps her arms around his neck, her way of comforting him. "That doesn't matter daddy. I think you still did great." He smiles. "Even if you came last I still would of thought you were amazing because your my hero." Tears fall down Georges face at Willows admission, her maturity astonishing him. "Thank you baby. I love you."

"I love you too daddy. More than anything"

~ A/N: Its been a minute. :)

[goldenkiwistyles]

I’m not ready for Abu Dhabi 😭

[goldenkiwistyles]

wtf is this race???

[goldenkiwistyles]

Lots of Love, Ellie | LN4

Lando Norris x single mum!reader

Summary: Lando meets his biggest fan, and she might be the reason he meets the love of his life too

Warning(s): Mild Language, allusions to anxiety, fluff, Use of y/n, little bit of discrimination against single mothers, but mostly it's fluff.

Part 1 ~Series Masterlist~

"I got that sunshine in my pocket, got that good song in my feet"

You woke up with a start, the blaring of your alarm piercing through the comforting cocoon of sleep. It was far too early for consciousness, but before you could even gather the energy to groan, a sudden weight landed on your bed.

“Mum! It’s time!”

A small, excited voice chirped next to you, and you cracked one eye open to see Ellie bouncing on her knees, already she was fully dressed in her McLaren shirt and bright orange cap. The grin on her face was so wide it was a miracle her cheeks didn’t hurt.

“Ellie,” you mumbled, groaning as you tried to shield yourself with the blanket. “It’s—what? Six in the morning? Why are you like this, my child? " you slumped back onto the bed.

“Because we’re going to the Miami Grand Prix!” she declared, throwing her hands up as though it were a universally accepted reason to defy all logic.

You peeked at her from under the blanket. “Did you even sleep?”

“Of course I did, mother” she said, feigning innocence. Then she added, “...A little. Sorta...maybe...” she grins at you, her teeth showing.

You sighed, unable to suppress a small smile. Ellie’s excitement was infectious. “Alright, alright. Let me get up before you explode, okay?”

“I might actually explode, Mum. Like—BOOM! Pieces of Ellie everywhere,” she said dramatically, flopping onto her back beside you.

“Yeah, well, we’d miss the race if that happened,” you teased, sitting up and stretching.

Ellie gasped. “Oh no, that would be horrible!” Then, with a mischievous grin, “But if I exploded, you could bring my pieces to Lando, and he’d definitely sign them.”

You let out a startled laugh, rubbing a hand over your face. “Ellie, I think Lando will run away when I give him separated human body parts to sign”

"Oh, well that's a bummer"

You hum as you get out of the bed, shaking your head at your little girl, already in her full supporters kit, laying on the bed with a grin that could rival the sun with its brightness.

Thank you god, for giving me Ellie

___________________________

Ellie trailed her mum into the kitchen, practically skipping as she went. Her energy was through the roof, and she couldn’t stop talking. Today wasn’t just a regular day—it was the day.

“Mum, do you think Lando likes pancakes?” she asked as her mum shuffled toward the coffee machine.

Her mum hummed, grabbing a mug like her life depended on it. “I have no idea, Ellie. Why?”

“Because maybe I should bring him pancakes,” Ellie said matter-of-factly, hopping onto a stool. “What if he’s hungry? What if he needs energy to win? I could be, like, his pancake hero!”

Her mum snorted, her voice tinged with amusement. “Your pancake hero plan might be a bit ambitious. You’ve never even made pancakes without burning them.”

Ellie gasped, clutching her chest as though her mum had mortally wounded her. “I’m an ex-uh-excellent chef! You’re just jealous of my skills, mummy.”

Her mum rolled her eyes, though her lips twitched with a suppressed smile. “Right. Jealous. That’s it.”

Ellie grinned, swinging her legs under the stool. “Exactly. Anyway, do you think I should bring him my Lando car? Maybe he’ll think it’s cool. Or maybe he’ll think I’m cool for thinking he’s cool. I even drew a picture for him. Do you think he'll like it? I made one fir Oscar too. Do you think he’ll want to race me? I bet I could win. Unless he cheats.”

Her mum chuckled, finally turning toward the stove with a spatula in hand. “Ellie, first, I'm sure both Oscar and Lando will love your drawings. Second, Lando is one of the best drivers in the world. You’re six. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“Six-year-olds can be fast!” Ellie shot back. “Didn’t you see me at the karting park yesterday? I’m basically a racing prodigy.”

Her mum paused, going quiet for a moment. Ellie tilted her head, frowning. “Why do you look like that?”

“Like what?"

“Like you’re thinking about something sad.”

Her mum blinked, startled by the question. Then she gave Ellie a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m just tired, baby. Nothing to worry about. Now keep an eye on those pancakes before they burn.”

Ellie turned toward the stove with exaggerated horror. “Noooo! Not the pancakes!”

Ellie’s theatrics pulled you out of your thoughts, and you couldn’t help but laugh as she threw her arms up like the pancakes were on the verge of catastrophe.

“Relax, chef,” you teased, flipping them before they could actually burn. “Crisis averted.”

“Phew,” Ellie sighed, wiping her imaginary sweat. Then she brightened again. “Do you think we’ll meet him today? Lando? And Oscar too? I mean, I like Oscar, but not as much as Lando. He’s my favorite. No offense to Oscar. Should I tell him that? Or is that rude?”

You blinked, trying to keep up with her rapid-fire questions. “Ellie, chew first, then talk.”

She pouted but obeyed, shoving a bite of pancake into her mouth. It gave you a brief moment of peace to sip your coffee and gather your thoughts.

This was Ellie’s big day. You’d spent months saving for these paddock passes, and seeing the joy on her face made every penny worth it. Still, the thought of walking into that world—where everyone was polished and perfect, where cameras were everywhere—made your stomach twist.

You shook the thought away. It wasn’t about you. It was about Ellie. You could handle anything for her.

______________________________________

Ellie couldn’t sit still. The moment her mum finished her coffee, Ellie sprang to her feet, grabbing her bag and double-checking its contents: her notebook (for autographs), markers (for signs), and her favorite toy car.

“Alright, let’s go!” she said, tugging at her mum’s hand.

Her mum chuckled. “Hold your horses, kid. We’ve got plenty of time.”

“No, we don’t! What if we’re late? What if they start without us? What if—”

Her mum crouched down, gently cupping Ellie’s face. “Hey. Deep breath, okay? We’re not going to miss anything. I promise.”

Ellie hesitated but nodded, letting out a big, dramatic sigh. “Okay. But can we still go now?”

Her mum smiled and kissed her forehead. “Yes, we can go now.”

Ellie beamed, grabbing her mum’s hand as they walked out the door. “Do you think Lando will like me, Mum?”

Her mum squeezed her hand gently. “Ellie, there’s no way he won’t. Trust me. He will love you”

Ellie grinned, her heart racing with excitement. Today was going to be perfect.

________________________________________

The clock on the dashboard read 7:52 AM, but it might as well have been a countdown to doomsday with how Ellie was reacting.

“Why aren’t we moving faster?!” Ellie cried from the backseat, her voice high-pitched and filled with urgency. She was pressed against her seatbelt like it was holding her back from leaping into the front seat and driving herself.

“Ellie, we’re going exactly the speed limit,” you said, keeping your tone even. “I’m not about to get a ticket just to shave off three minutes.”

“But Mum! What if we’re late? What if they start everything without us? What if Lando’s already there and—what if he leaves before we even get to see him?”

You glanced at her through the rearview mirror, catching the wild panic in her wide eyes. “Ellie, it’s not even eight yet. We’re fine. I promise you, they won’t start without us.”

“But what if—”

“Ellie,” you said firmly, cutting her off. “Take a deep breath. Come on. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Let’s do it together.”

Ellie let out a dramatic huff but mimicked you, her little chest rising and falling exaggeratedly. “Better?” you asked.

“I guess,” she muttered, although her leg kept bouncing nervously. “But maybe you could drive a little faster? Just a little bit? Like, pretend we’re in an F1 car?”

You let out a laugh. “Nice try, kid. But if I drove like Lando, we’d probably end up in a ditch. And I don’t think you want to miss the Grand Prix because we’re stuck waiting for a tow truck.”

Ellie sighed, clearly unimpressed by your logic. “You’re no fun.”

“No, I’m just the responsible adult. Big difference.”

Ellie slumped back in her seat but quickly perked up again. “Okay, but can we at least play some music? Something to, you know, pump us up?”

“Sure,” you said, fiddling with your phone. “What are we feeling? Pop? Rock? Disney sing-along?”

Ellie gasped. “Cars! We have to listen to Cars! It’s a racing day!”

You grinned. “You’re so predictable.”

As “Life is a Highway” blasted through the speakers, Ellie started singing along at full volume, the earlier tension melting away as she waved her arms like she was already at the race.

______________________________________

When they finally pulled into the parking area near the Miami circuit, Ellie was practically vibrating with excitement. She unbuckled her seatbelt so quickly that her mum had to remind her to wait before throwing the door open.

“Ellie, slow down!” her mum said, laughing as she grabbed the paddock passes from the glove compartment.

“But Mum, we’re here! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this day?!” Ellie’s eyes were wide as saucers as she looked around, her McLaren cap already perched proudly on her head.

“Yes, sweetheart,” her mum said, her voice full of warmth. “You’ve only reminded me, oh, about a hundred times in the last week.”

Ellie grabbed her mum’s hand, practically dragging her toward the entrance. As soon as they entered the paddock, Ellie’s head whipped around like she was trying to take in every single detail at once.

“Mum, look! Is that George Russell?!” she whispered loudly, pointing at a tall figure walking past.

“Ellie, don’t point,” her mum said, gently lowering her arm.

“But it is him! And there’s Toto Wolff! He’s even taller in real life! How is he so tall?”

“Ellie, keep your voice down,” her mum said, her tone both amused and exasperated.

Ellie nodded but barely lasted five seconds before she spotted someone else. “Mum! Mum! Is that Daniel Ricciardo?!”

Her mum sighed. “Ellie, focus. Where’s the McLaren garage?”

Ellie frowned in thought before pointing decisively. “That way! I’m sure of it!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I saw it on TV! McLaren’s garage is always papaya orange!”

Her mum raised an eyebrow but followed her lead.

___________________________________

Ellie’s energy was infectious as you both approached the McLaren garage. She was practically bouncing with every step, her little hand gripping yours tightly.

When you finally arrived, Ellie’s face lit up like it was Christmas morning. “Look, Mum! The cars! And the engineers! That’s a real Formula 1 car!”

“Yes, Ellie, I see it,” you said, smiling at her enthusiasm.

Ellie was pointing out everything she recognized—the wheel guns, the helmets, the telemetry screens—when one of the McLaren engineers nearby overheard her.

“You seem to know a lot about this,” he said, crouching slightly to be at Ellie’s level.

Ellie’s eyes sparkled. “I do! I’m a huge McLaren fan. And I go karting too! I’m going to be a Formula 1 driver one day.”

The engineer grinned. “That’s impressive! Do you have a favorite driver?”

“Lando!” she said immediately, her voice filled with certainty. “And Oscar. But mostly Lando.”

You chuckled softly, stepping forward. “Sorry, she’s been waiting for this day for months. She’s... very enthusiastic.”

“No need to apologize,” the engineer said, smiling. “We like enthusiastic fans. And karting, huh? Sounds like she’s serious about racing.”

“She is,” you said, giving Ellie a fond look. “Sometimes I wonder where all that knowledge even comes from.”

“It’s in my brain, Mummy!” Ellie said, not even turning around as she continued to point out details on the car.

You laughed. “Of course it is.”

____________________________________

Ellie glanced at the clock on the wall and gasped. “Mum! The fan meeting is starting soon! We have to go!”

Her mum blinked, startled. “Already? Okay, okay. Let’s go.”

They hurried toward the fan meeting area, where a long line had already formed. Ellie craned her neck, trying to see how far away they were from meeting Lando and Oscar.

“Mum, do you think they’ll remember me? I mean, they haven’t even met me yet, but do you think they’ll remember me later?”

Her mum laughed softly. “I think they’ll definitely remember you, sweetheart.”

As they waited, Ellie didn’t notice the murmurs of the people behind them, but her mum did.

“She looks so young,” one woman whispered loudly enough to carry. "And with a kid? No ring on her finger either.”

Her mum’s grip on Ellie’s hand tightened slightly, though her voice remained calm. “Some people have kids young,” she said curtly, turning to face them. “Doesn’t mean they can’t do a damn good job raising them.”

The murmurs stopped, and Ellie tilted her head. “Mum? Are you okay?”

Her mum quickly forced a smile. “I’m fine, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it.”

____________________________________

Finally, you were at the front of the line. Ellie was practically bouncing in place, her excitement radiating off her in waves.

Then, she spotted them.

“Lando! Oscar!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the buzz of the paddock.

Both drivers turned toward her, their faces lighting up with matching grins. Ellie waved enthusiastically, her little face alight with pure joy.

“Well, someone’s excited,” Lando said with a laugh, crouching slightly to be at her level.

Ellie grabbed your hand and tugged you forward. “Hi! I’m Ellie! I’m your biggest fan!”

“It’s nice to meet you, Ellie,” Lando said, his grin widening. “I love the cap!"

Ellie beamed, and you couldn’t help but smile at her joy. This was everything she’d dreamed of—and then some.

_______________________________________

That's part 1. I'm sorry it didn't have any lando in it, next part onwards, the real story starts. I hope you give this story a chance and stick around.

Thank you for reading!

If you liked it, please leave a like, comment and a reblog.

Part two will be posted based on the interaction this part gets. So please leave a like and a comment.

Jules♡

[goldenkiwistyles]

lando was portrayed as a villain all season just to end it giving his position to oscar so he could win against team order cause he felt like he owed him for the times oscar had to give his position to help him in the championship

[goldenkiwistyles]

this is crazy. what a season