hey, could you do one for kimi antonelli where everyone notices how well his family treats his girlfriend?
like, at that recent miami grand prix. she was following his parents around the paddock like a little duckling, and his little sister was glued to her the whole time (plus that super cute kiss they shared when he won the race.)
The Antonelli Effect
Kimi Antonelli x Girlfriend!reader
Synopsis: Kimi wins Miami, and the whole paddock watches his family treat you like one of their own — trailing after his mum, hand‑in‑hand with his little sister, and sealed by the soft, giddy kiss he gives you the moment he takes the win.
Moonlight Radio: I adored that brother-sister moment at the gp, it was so cute
The Miami heat was already doing its best to melt you into the asphalt, but honestly, that wasn’t the reason you were flushed.
It was because you were, once again, trailing behind Kimi Antonelli’s mum like a very devoted, very eager little duckling.
You hadn’t meant for it to become a thing.
But somehow, every time you were in the paddock, you ended up gravitating toward his family like it was gravitational law.
And today? Miami had you in full duckling mode.
“Come on, sweetheart,” his mum laughed, looping her arm through yours as if you’d been part of the family for years. “Shade’s better this way.”
You followed her without hesitation, smiling like an idiot because she always called you sweetheart, and it always made your chest go warm.
Kimi’s little sister, Maggie, was glued to your other side — literally. One hand wrapped around your wrist, the other swinging your joined hands dramatically as she chattered about school, the beach, and how she’d painted her nails McLaren papaya “because it’s lucky.”
You were pretty sure she’d adopted you.
You were also pretty sure you didn’t mind.
Every few minutes, someone would walk past and do a double take.
Because it wasn’t subtle.
You weren’t just tolerated by the Antonellis.
You were claimed.
At one point, Toto Wolff walked by, paused, looked at the three of you, and said, “Ah. The Antonelli women,” before continuing on like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You nearly choked.
Maggie tugged your hand. “Come on, I want to show you the garage! Papa said I can bring you.”
Her parents exchanged a look — the kind that said she’s not going anywhere without you anyway — and waved you off.
And so you went, hand-in-hand with a ten-year-old who had decided you were her emotional support adult.
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Later, In The Garage
Kimi spotted you before you spotted him.
He was still in his fireproofs, hair damp with sweat, eyes bright with that pre-race adrenaline. But the second he saw you, his whole expression softened — that quiet, private smile he only ever gave you.
“Hey,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “You good?”
You nodded. “Your sister kidnapped me.”
“She does that,” he said, but he was smiling like he loved it.
His mum appeared behind you. “She’s been perfect. Honestly, Kimi, she’s easier when your girlfriend is around.”
You blinked. “Me?”
“Yes, you,” she said, squeezing your shoulder. “You’re good for all of us.”
Kimi’s ears went pink.
Yours probably did too.
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The Race
You watched from the garage, Maggie perched on a stool beside you, her small hand wrapped tightly around yours every time Kimi overtook someone.
And when he crossed the finish line — first, unbelievably, beautifully first — the entire garage exploded.
You screamed.
Maggie screamed louder.
His mum hugged you so tightly you lifted off the ground.
And when Kimi ran in, helmet off, grin blinding, he went straight to his family.
But then he saw you.
And everything else blurred.
He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t think. Didn’t care that cameras were everywhere.
He grabbed your face in both hands and kissed you — quick, breathless, joyful — the kind of kiss that tasted like victory and disbelief and you’re the person I want to share this with first.
The garage erupted again, louder this time.
Someone wolf-whistled.
Someone else yelled, “GET IT, ANTONELLI!”
Kimi pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours.
“You saw that?” he whispered, breathless.
“I saw everything,” you said, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.
His sister barreled into both of you, hugging your waist. “YOU WON! YOU WON! YOU WON!”
Kimi laughed, wrapping an arm around her and another around you, pulling you both in.
And that was the moment — the three of you tangled together, sweaty and emotional and glowing — when you realized everyone was staring.
Not in a bad way.
In a soft, knowing way.
Because it was obvious.
The Antonellis didn’t just like you.
They didn’t just approve of you.
They had folded you into their family like you’d always belonged there.
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After The Podium
You were walking back through the paddock, Kimi’s hand in yours, when a group of mechanics passed by.
One of them nudged another. “Look at that. The whole Antonelli clan today.”
Kimi squeezed your hand. “You know they adore you, right?”
You shrugged, shy. “I adore them too.”
He stopped walking, turning to face you fully.
“They treat you like family,” he said softly, “because you are.”
Your heart did a very dramatic, very embarrassing flip.
“And,” he added, leaning in, “because you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”
You kissed him again — slower this time, softer, the kind of kiss that wasn’t for cameras or celebration, but for him.
When you pulled back, his sister was waiting impatiently with two ice creams.
“One for you,” she said, handing you the one with extra sprinkles, “because you’re my favourite.”
Kimi groaned. “She’s known you for five minutes.”
Maggie shrugged. “She’s still my favourite.”
Kimi looked at you like he couldn’t even argue with that.
