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fictional-character-obsessor · 5 months

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Carlos Sainz x Supermodel!Reader- Relationship Headcannons

My Carlos is one of my favourites so I had to make this 🥰

Warnings: None (I don’t think, let me know if you find any)

• You and Carlos are Ferrari’s golden couple. You’ve been together several years, since his time at Renault.

• You have a chilli necklace that was a gift from Carlos for your one year anniversary which you almost always wear.

• You speak English and Spanish natively and also Italian so fit right in as a Ferrari WAG along with Charlotte who is like your sister. If Charles and Carlos think they spend a lot of time together then you and Charlotte must be almost chained to each other.

• Alexandra is lovely too, you haven’t known her very long but you both get along well.

• You’re a supermodel with designer and high-street brands like Alaïa, Prada, Paige, Zara and Alexander McQueen but since Carlos began racing for Ferrari, you were signed for Ferrari Style, Puma and Ray Ban so you often are at the same events for work.

• Carlos attends all your Ferrari Style shows. He’s on the front row anyway because he’s a Ferrari driver but he’d still be there if he wasn’t anyway.

• Whenever you want to tease Carlos, you call him Carlitos which makes him blush like mad.

• You are very good at padel, as good as Carlos. Often, you have doubles matches with Charles and Charlotte. It’s either couple vs couple or boys vs girls which is often a challenge of who can tease the other more.

• While being excellent at padel, you are bad at golf.

• In the several years Carlos and you have been a couple, you have gone from being absolutely awful at golf to being poor at it.

• Quite often you simply play golf with Carlos to tease him with the short skirts.

• Rupert and you get on great too, if you’re away for a race and Carlos and him are training you’ll often join Team 55 to get some exercise and also to tease Carlos with Rupert.

• You’re Guzmán’s favourite background character in the DONTBLINK episodes. You think you’re being sneaky but the fans always find you in the background.

• You’re a private couple. Private but not a secret. Everyone on the grid knows you’re a couple.

• You may be a private couple but your phone is full of Carlos Memes from Instagram and Twitter.

• Piñon is Carlos’ and your baby. You love Mati and Oli too but Piñon is your child.

• Carlos, you and Lando are like a child and their parents. It started in McLaren but you’re still close even though Carlos is now at Ferrari

• Your camera roll is 50% Carlos photos and 50% Piñon photos. It’s hard being a dog mum ok.

• You’ve gained a few of your own fans at the races, some who like your style such results in Instagram pages documenting looks you’re seen wearing.

• You have dozens of Carlos/Ferrari bracelets which fans give you.

• You cried with happiness at Silverstone 2022. Carlos deserved the win and you were overjoyed to be able to see him finally achieve it first-hand.

• All the emotions peak in Singapore 2023 when Carlos gains his second win. It’s been such a hard season for both Ferrari boys. Carlos has worked so hard and he can finally reap the reward of his hard work.

• He gazes at you from the top step of the podium as you gaze back up at him with tears of joy in your eyes.

• Charles teases you and Carlos about what goes down in his driver’s room before the races. You both always tell him he’s got no proof. 😉

• The Sainz family love you. Blanca and Ana are like your sisters. Carlos and Reyes are lovely and treat you like one of their daughters. Caco is like your big brother and you both team up to tease poor ‘Carlitos’

• At both Ana and Blanca’s wedding, Carlos’ family members and family friends are asking when you will marry. They point out he’s the last Sainz sibling that isn’t married.

• ‘Sois una pareja preciosa y estáis bien preparados’ his family repeat.

• At both Ana and Blanca’s weddings, both bouquets were given to you by the brides.

• You think you’re too young at the moment to marry. Carlos thinks otherwise.

• ‘I have an engagement ring querida’ he tells you as you slow dance at Blanca’s wedding after-party. ‘I will ask you to marry me soon. All these weddings have made me want to settle down’

• Since the first summer of you and Carlos being a couple, you’ve gone to Mallorca with the Sainzs.

• Lying on a yacht in Mallorca or drinking gazpacho with Carlos’ family has become one of your favourite parts of the summer break.

• You always end up going on a girls trip with Blanca and Ana around Mallorca before returning to show Carlos, Guillermo and Rodrigo what you’ve bought.

• Every year, you go on a night time boat ride with Carlos which is one of the many highlights of the trip.

• You thought that England was your home when Carlos was at Renault and McLaren but now you realise that Italy is your favourite. The food, the people and the weather is everything.

• Carlos’ carbonara is incredible. You’re both foodies so date night often becomes one of you cooking, or going out for a meal to one of your favourite Italian restaurants.

• Carlos and you are everything to each other and neither of you can see your lives without each other.

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #f1 #ferrari #forza ferrari #carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz x reader

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formulamuppet · 1 year

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**At Caco's Wedding** Carlos: Lando, this is my Family. Everyone, this is my Lando.

Carlos:

Carlos: wait—

Lando: no, he's right, i am his Lando

#this is how it went #i dont know if this is incorrect #i can bet it happened #carlando #carlos sainz jr #lando norris #carlos onoro #the wedding #incorrect f1 quotes #incorrect quotes f1 #incorrect formula 1 #f1 incorrect quotes #incorrect f1 #f1 incorrects #f1blr #f1 #formula 1

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someone-worth-racing-for · 1 year

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Once part of the family, always part of the family 🤍

#carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz #lando norris #carlando #Carlos sainz sr #Carlos onoro #Caco's wedding

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artemispt · 1 year

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I’m not crying…

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#juanjo lacalle #carlos’ godfather #lando norris #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #carlando #caco's wedding #baby carlito

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the-toasted-teacake · 1 year

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Imagine getting married and asking all your guests to pretend it was your cousin's wedding, though. Secretly getting married in plain sight.

#the reality of lando being at caco's wedding surrounded by sainzes is even better tbh #but I'm just laughing imagining this storyline

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interlagosed · 5 months

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"Do you think we were too obvious?"

Lando's neck snaps to attention so fast he feels something crack. Rubbing at it, he stares at his husband, who looks genuinely concerned.

"Sorry, what?"

"With the pictures, from Caco's wedding," Carlos explains, as though Lando actually needed the explanation. Lando mostly needed the time to decide how to respond. "Do you think people know?"

"Carlos," Lando says, slow. "People fucking know."

Carlos mulls this over for a second, his jaw thrust out in thoughtfulness. Unable to help himself, Lando places a hand on Carlos' chin, and watches Carlos' jaw slacken into relaxation. Carlos' eyes fall to Lando's wrist. He smiles.

"Yeah, you're right," Carlos says finally, before continuing to scroll through his photos.

#carlando headcanons

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cars-on-the-moon · 7 months

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Just a little Carlando thing below.

*(everything written stems from author’s imagination)

Also, thank you for your replies and personal messages you sent me. I appreciate you taking the time to express your thoughts and advice me on the matter that I wrote about fanfics. Thank you so so much.

Lando heard his name again, but this time came from a very familiar voice.

“Where are you going?” Carlos was outside Ferrari’s motorhome with a few people, including Fred Vasseur.

“I’m leaving. Catching the red eye to Tokyo.” Lando approached them.

“What? Are we not celebrating?” Carlos asked him, while pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“No, I’m exhausted. Sorry.” he replied automatically.

Carlos glared but nevertheless unlocked his phone and showed Lando the post he had already seen right after the conference. The Carlando one.

“I will do this thing that I did on Caco’s wedding. The shared thing.” he tried to explain what Lando grasped in seconds.

He looked down on Carlos’s phone and smiled to the picture. Again. As if he had seen it for the first time.

“Sure, do it.” Lando replied nonchalantly.

“Here here.” Fred Vasseur handed him a beer bottle and waited for him to clink.

Lando chuckled at that and took a sip just to be graceful.

“Good job out there. You’re good.” the Frenchman said.

“I know!” Lando repleid through a grin. “See you later, okay?” he raised his bottle again and with a last wink to Carlos, he started walking away.

“Lando!” he heard Carlos again.

The Spaniard was jogging towards him then and Lando glanced at his father who smiled lightly and walked forwards to give them a bit of unsaid space.

“Are you seriously leaving?” Carlos caught up to him and gripped his upper arm tightly.

“Yup.” Lando replied, avoiding his eyes.

“Lando! We-we were 1-2!”

“You’re gonna go out with Ferrari, C. I’m-I’ll see you at Suzuka-”

“Is there anything wrong?” Carlos interrupted his stutter and slightly hunched and tries to find his eyes.

“No, nah,” Lando replied him through a big grin, finally looking at him. “I’m very happy about today and very, extremely tired.”

Carlos mirrored him and smiled too.

“Text me when you arrive, okay?” he told him meaningfully.

“Right! Have fun but not too much.” Lando said to him and started walking away once again.

He disembarked with a furrowed brow and a blurry mind. The events of his day had left him absolutely buzzing and excited, however an emptiness hovered above him. The hum of the aeroplane engines seemed to echo the confusion in that very mind. He stared out, the world below looking disjoined.

His only error in those last 24 hours was opening up Twitter.

“…And cut! Thanks guys!” Mark said and immediately Lando placed his sweets down.

“You okay?” Oscar asked him, as the remaining people in the room were gathering their equipment.

“Yeah, yup, yesh.” Lando raised his head.

“Say it one more time and I’ll believe you.”

Lando parted his lips to reciprocate the sarcasm to the younger driver, but Mark entered the space again.

“Come on. Bee time.” he said, clapping his hands together.

Lando jumped up and walked away Oscar quickly, leaving space for no more questions about his cranky attitude.

“Seb!” he placed his hand on the German’s shoulder. “Back here then?”

“Hello Lando.” Sebastian clasped his hand and side-hugged him. “Brilliant race in Singapore.” he said.

“Thanks, mate. How have you been?”

They discussed all the way to the little bus and entered it, as Sebastian was saying something about pollinating.

He tried to push away the absence of Carlos in the bus and talked to Alex about his sleepless night in Tokyo.

There were almost all of them there, even Andrea, making witty remarks to Franz.

“You’re late!” Sebastian shouted as Carlos ran towards the right side of the banner. Then everyone booed and complained and laughed at his tardiness, even himself smiled to everybody’s reactions.

Carlos spared him a glance before grabbing the banner.

He tired to draw a bee but failed miserably and opted for the pre-made little designs. Oddly satisfying honestly.

He stretched his waist to the right and rubbed at the sensitive spot that hurt the most.

“Lando, what-where have you been!” he couldn’t get a break even behind one of those bee hotels, it appeared.

“Painting bee homes obviously.” he replied sarcastically, looking around to the semi-deserted location. Half the drivers had fled after all the pictures and the videos. He could see the Red Bulls, the Ferraris and Sebastian mostly. And Yuki. Yuki was there too.

“I have texted you and called you. What the fuck?”

“What do you want exactly? I was busy.” Lando replied coldly.

Carlos didn’t need to know that his heart was beating helplessly and immaculately quickly.

“Lando.” Carlos’a voice lowered and he reached for his forearm.

Lando took a step back and looked around again.

Carlos furrowed his eyebrows and stared at his empty grip.

“Is this-are you-the party.” he concluded.

“You know Carlos,” Lando shook his head, inhaling deeply. “I don’t have time for this. I have work to do.”

“You know that I had to.”

“Bullshit, okay?” Lando smiled through his teeth. “Just fucking bullshit.” he repeated and turned around.

“You’re off too?” Sebastian asked him, matching his strides.

“Work to do! You would know.” Lando replied him warmly. “I hope I’ll see you tomorrow. Thank you for this, it’s good what you’re doing.”

“No, thank you, Lando. Thanks.” Sebastian grinned at him. “I’ll see you again tomorrow. Good luck.” he wished him.

I am outside your door.

Lando opened his door and blinked at a dishevelled Carlos, who immediately entered the room without invite.

“It’s very late, Carlos.” he told him, shutting the door.

“What is going on?” Carlos ignored his utterance completely.

“Nothing is going.” Lando replied, crossing his arms in front of him.

Carlos parted his lips but closed them quickly, taking a step forward, grabbing the Brit’a face between his two palms. He leaned in and placed a hardly-there kiss on his lips. Lando felt goosebumps up and down his core but did not reciprocate.

Carlos pulled back, stop holding him.

“You’re not kissing me.” he whispered.

Lando untangled his arms and raised his right one, circling Carlos’s wrist with his fingers. He was trembling or it was Carlos trembling, he didn’t know, he couldn’t understand. Slowly, he pulled the Spaniard’s hand away his face and took a step back.

“I can’t do this, Carlos.”

“You can’t do what?” the other man immediately asked.

“This.” Lando waved his hands between them. “This.” he then repeated, pulling his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it, going straight to his camera roll. To a picture that his friend Carl had send him.

Carlos blinked, trying to focus his eyes on the screen.

“Lando,” he muttered. “Lando, you know why I have to do this-”

“I did but I don’t anymore.” Lando raised his voice just slightly. “Not anymore.”

Carlos recoiled. He pulled his hands to himself and gripped them together. He appeared defensive. Stiff.

“I am not a teen anymore. I cannot play these games.” he carried on. “I cannot lie to everyone around and myself. I cannot pretend.”

“But it’s F1 Lando! You know how it is!” Carlos countered.

“I don’t care.” the Brit immediately uttered.

“You do! You do care about this.”

“About driving, not watching you kiss and touch and-and do all this to keep an image! I despise it. I feel filthy.”

“You know it isn’t like that-”

“And the only moment you properly acknowledged me was after you used me-us to win Singapore.” he had been holding that for about a week.

“I did not use you!” Carlos raised his voice too. “I did this for both of us! For me to win and for you to not lose you podium.”

“Fuck the fucking podium!” Lando properly shouted then. “You were all smiley and touchy after you used us to gain-to gain sympathy because you saw-” he stopped himself abruptly. He couldn’t. He couldn’t do this.

He took in a deep breath and raised his still trembling hand to his eyes.

“I am out. I don’t like lying. I don’t like seeing you like this. It’s sick, Carlos.”

The other man stared at him. His eyes were stuck on him and his chest was raising and falling in a rapid rhythm that redundantly matched his own heart’s.

“You said,” Carlos croaked and cleared his throat in order to try again. “You said that you understood.”

“I don’t anymore.” Lando deadpanned. “It makes me sick the man you become in order to appear like a bloody woman’s man or whatever Ferrari has you doing. It makes me sick that your family pretends that they buy it and it makes me sick that you let it happen.”

“I cannot do otherwise.”

“But I can.” Lando whispered. “I never said to hard launch or whatever you think I’m implying. But this? This is another level that I can’t stand by and watch.” he said.

Carlos blinked twice and hung his head low, shaking it.

“I never used you.” he only said.

“It felt like it. And all this do not help.” Lando stood his ground.

“You said you were in love with me.”

“And it’s the truth, but why does it matter? It’s shit, Carlos.”

The other man then touched him again, gripping his upper arms tightly. Squeezing. Trying.

“Please, cariño.” he said to him.

“You should live your life as you want and I should live mine as I want.” Lando said. “I cannot live in this fucking, hurting prison.”

Lando perhaps expected something else. It was true that hope died last or some shit people said. But when Carlos left his room, he felt absolutely defeated and hurt.

Truth was he could not handle it. The lying, the pretending, the detail-organised everything. The chattering. The pictures. He couldn’t even think even though he was PR trained himself. He couldn’t. So he cried. He cried inside the comfort of his room, where no one could hear him, judge him, comfort him or advise him.

When Martin sent him a text about a possible party on Sunday for Max’s almost certain Championship win, he immediately confirmed.

“Good job, mate!” Max clasped his hand.

“Me? You.” he chuckled, fixing his hair. “Oh, oops.” he went to wrap his hand around Max’s waist at the same time as him.

Max playfully slapped his bum, making everyone around laugh.

“Idiot.” he pushed him while walking to the conference room.

“Somebody’s gonna be jealous.” Max playfully whispered.

“No. Don’t.” Lando immediately stopped him.

Max grimaced at that but chose to remain silent for the rest of their route.

It was a song, a pretty song that reminded Lando of summer and freedom. Very cheesy, very cliché. Nevertheless, he swayed left to right, keeping his eyes closed slightly longer than the norm.

“We’re doing shots.”

“Mate,” Lando clasped Max’s shoulder. “Mr. Champion, I am leaving. You told me I can go after your fourth drink.”

“Boo Lando!”

“No!” Lando playfully pushed him. “I did the thing and I celebrated you.”

Max nodded at that and gave a quick hug at him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, slightly hunching to find his eyes.

“I’m fine. Good job, Max. I’ll see you soon okay?” he grinned at him and finally the other man let him go.

He was extremely tired and his lower back was hurting too much from the last three days. He had tried hard to be focused and very cold towards everything and anything. He had succeeded for the most part; for the most important part that was his job.

He watched the videos that were posted online of Max and smiled to his screen to the countless of memes the fans had created. Qatar had been insane.

“Carlos,” he stopped on his track when he found the Spaniard sitting right in front of his door. “You’re too old for that shit.”

“I’m not drunk, Lando.” the other man immediately replied, raising his head to find him.

Lando swallowed the dryness in his throat and opened the door with a flick of his card. He contemplated on leaving it open for a moment but Carlos had made the choice for him it seemed.

“I can’t. I’m very tired.” he said almost pleadingly to the Spaniard.

“I just wanted to see you. I wanted to see you.” he repeated, standing before the door. He appeared awkward and unsure of his presence there.

“You saw me.”

“Lando.” that strict tone the Spaniard used, made Lando shut his lips and avert his eyes from him.

He took his jacket off and walked to the round table to place his things neatly on the surface. He checked his phone once again and then took his watch off, stretching hand to release some pressure.

Carlos was watching him silently.

“Now that you saw that I’m healthy, can you please leave? I am exhausted.”

“What do you want me to do?” Carlos asked him, still remaining unmoved in place.

“About wh-”

“I’ll tell everything to my parents and tear up the Ferrari contract. I’ll talk to Caco and negotiate.” he rushed out. “I can’t-I won’t lose something real for-for the racist fucks in F1. In-in the world.” he panted then.

Lando stared back.

It was odd. The way he was experiencing this Carlos; desperate and afraid.

To the lack of response, Carlos let out a sharp breath and shook his head in defeat. He then took a step back, tangling his both hand in his hair.

“Joder. No puedo creerlo.” he whispered. “Nosotros debíamos-” he swallowed dryly.

“We were supposed to what?” Lando pushed.

Carlos snapped his head up and rounded his eyes.

“We were supposed to what, Carlos?” Lando took a step forward and towards him.

“How do you understand?” the Spaniard asked him.

Lando took another step and another until he reached the other man. He stood right in front of him, almost feeling his quick breath on his own lips, giving him life.

“Answer me.” he whispered.

“We were supposed to be together until we could -how did you say it?” Carlos stuttered perhaps for the first time in the presence of Lando. “Shout it from the ceilings-”

Lando then grinned widely. He hadn’t meant to, but he hadn’t expected that surely.

“Rooftops, you bellend.” he reached for Carlos’s hand. “Shout it from the rooftops.”

“Si, that.” Carlos squeezed him, as if to extract more braveness for himself. “Tell me please. Tell me what to do first.” he asked exuding pain from those eyes.

“I don’t want to out you to your parents.” he immediately said.

“So? You want me back? You can have me back?” Carlos asked him.

Lando leaned in and placed a kiss on the other man’s lips as an answer. Carlos shoot his chance and pulled him wholly on him, tightening his grip on Lando’s small waist painfully. The latter groaned to the pretty taste of this exact, familiar pain and deepened the kiss, wanting more. So much more.

“Would you do it?” Lando whispered, as Carlos was running his finger down Lando’s bare back.

“I would.” Carlos replied earnestly, grasping instantly what the other man was implying.

“I don’t want you to. I just want respect.” Lando mumbled on the pillow, feeling slumber approaching quickly.

“Y amor. Tanto amor, cariño. Lo siento. Lo siento mucho.” Carlos whispered. “Nosotros merecemos mas.”

#f1 #formula 1 #fan fic #carlando #carlos sainz jr #lando norris #carlos sainz jr and lando norris #carlando au #carlando fic #carlando fiction #carlando fanfiction #f1 fanfiction #f1 fanfic #f1 fiction #f1 fic

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formulacherry · 1 year

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no because this entire thing is so insane.

the fact that lando was even invited to caco’s wedding when most people would just see him as “his cousin’s ex teammate” is insane.

the fact that they spent the night before the wedding together and carlos went to go watch lando DJ is insane.

the fact that lando was then DJ-ing at the wedding is insane.

the fact that carlos didn’t leave his side for the entire evening even though his whole family was there is insane.

the fact that lando was comfortably taking pictures and socialising with carlos’ family like he’s a part of it is insane.

the fact that the only photo either of them posted was one of them together is insane.

the fact carlos chose to caption it that, knowing exactly how it sounded is insane.

carlos and lando are absolutely, balls to the walls, 100%, unequivocally, flat out insane.

#they write their own fanfiction tbh #carlando

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nicolettecallednikki · 1 month

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Something silly I wrote last year and found in my drafts. It's incomplete and kind of pointless, but as I relate to the version of events I have in my head, I felt somewhat compelled.

Monaco Grand Prix, June 28th

He had gotten beyond wasted in Monaco last year when they'd fought about something, something stupid, and the videos of him obliterated had only made her more mad. Charles and Charlotte had fought too, and the girls had gone off together, had a sleepover and didn't answer their phones. This year, Isa couldn't make it, but he'd fucked up again and was spotted out with a Brazilian model, a friend of Kika's. That was the end of it, for Isa.

The Monaco curse was real, he surmised grimly.

Blanca's Wedding, July 9th

It took him a minute to place the familiar melody, but he recognized it from that movie Isa and his sister liked so much, the Audrey Hepburn one.

"Lando," he smacked his friend who sat next to him, "Lando do me a favor."

"Get your own drink," the younger man pulled a face, but Carlos shook his head.

"Go ask her to dance," he said, "She likes this song, it'll make her happy."

"Ask who to dance?" Lando questioned, before following Carlos' glance, "Oh."

"It's Breakfast at Tiffany's," he said, remembering the title of the movie.

"You go ask her," he nudged his shoulder, "I'm sure she'd rather dance with you, mate."

"I don't think so," he shrugged, but across the room Isa was chewing on her lip and he was standing before he could stop himself.

"Would you like to?" he extended a hand to her, and she accepted it with a small smile.

"What will your date think?" she questioned.

"Lando?" Carlos cocked an eyebrow playfully. Like this, he could talk to her, "He'll be okay."

"You didn't bring anyone?" she asked, but he shook his head sharply, "It wouldn't have been right, after I asked you to be here."

She snuck a glance at him. God he was gorgeous, but that had never been their problem.

"I'm glad you came," he said softly.

"I came for Blanca," she replied resolutely. Her other friends had thought she was crazy, but she really did come for her, and not for him.

"Thank you for being so graceful with the media," he slurred his words slightly, "I know I don’t deserve it."

She'd entered through a side entrance at both the church and the reception, so that no one would spot her coming in and distract from the bride.

"It's not for the public to know," she gave another small smile, "I didn't date you for that reason, and I won't use it against you, now."

"I'm glad you came tonight," he said. He'd said it a number of times to her already that evening.

"I'm happy to be here," she emphasized, "For Blanca."

Isa was a strong girl, but there was only so much she could take. She'd thought she was going to marry this man, and now that they're broken up she's putting an end to that dream, but his constant closeness to her, his hand ghosting over her arm as if he can't help himself, the way he leans in a little too close when he wants to speak. She'd planned on avoiding him all night. Not to make a scene or anything- just to steer clear of him. It should've been easy, she knew other people here, but it was like a magnet kept pulling them together and she wasn't sure how much longer she could resist the pull.

"I thought it was going to be us next," he slurred his words. Caco tried to drag him away from her, but drunk or not, he stood his ground.

"Me too," she replied honestly, "but life doesn't always work out the way you expect it."

"I'm sorry about Monaco," he said, avoiding the actual root of the issue, "It'll never happen again, you have to believe me."

"Carlos," she said it almost like a reprimand, chastising, before sighing, "Think of your sisters. If someone did that to Ana or Blanca, would you want them to still marry him?"

She knew she'd gotten him then. Although he was a little more than a year younger than Blanca, he was very protective over both his sisters, and would never allow them to be with someone that disrespected them as he had.

His face fell as he realized her point. He'd truly planned on marrying her, and it hadn't occurred to him that there'd be a scenario where they didn't end up together. Sometimes on the road, traveling all the time, at these sorts of parties- things happen. Everyone involved in F1 knows, things happen, but it didn't mean he didn't- doesn't still- love her.

Singapore Grand Prix, September 17th

Caco tapped his cousin, a phone clutched against his chest, "It's Isa."

"Why'd she call you?" he furrowed his brow.

"She wasn't sure if you wanted to talk to her," he replied with a shrug. Carlos' jaw ticked and he took the phone, moving away from the group for some privacy.

"Isabel?" he said, "Everything good?"

"I just wanted to say congratulations," her voice was lower than usual, which is saying something for his normally soft spoken ex, "That was genius strategy, with the DRS."

"You're just happy it got Lando P2," he teased. She'd always gotten along well with his former teammate, more so than Charles, even.

"That, too," he imagined she cracked a smile, "Well, that's all I wanted to say. I'm sure you have to get back to the celebration. Drink water- it's hot there."

Trust Isa to be looking after him, even now.

"I will," he promised, "And thank you- for calling. It means a lot."

"Of course," she said. There was a pause and he could tell she had more to say, so he prompted her, "What is it?"

"They're calling her your lucky charm," her voice cracked and he felt a clutch in his chest. He hated that he was still making her cry.

"Isa," he sighed, "They say all kinds of things."

"Do you believe it?" she questioned.

"I thought you said we make our own luck," he countered. She had said that- every time he'd called her his lucky charm, in the past.

"Well, you have been great since summer break," she insisted.

"Isa," he sighed again, "How did I win?"

"Qualifying well, driving smart, and giving Lando DRS," she summarized.

"There," he made an agreeable sort of grunt, "So if anyone is the lucky charm, it is Lando, okay?"

He always knew what to say- a Smooth Operator indeed, "Fair enough. Anyway, I didn't call for all this- you should be celebrating."

"Have a drink for me, huh?" he asked.

"I doubt you'll need my help," she laughed, "Congratulations again, and to Lando, too. You finally did it. P1-P2, like you always said."

"I'll tell him you say hello," he assured her.

"Do that," she smiled, "Bye Carlos."

"Good bye," he returned, waiting for her to hang up first, in case she had anything to add. He felt he had to treat her especially carefully now with this whole Rebecca business, because he didn't want to hurt her after she'd been such a good sport about everything.

When he got back to the group Rebecca pulled his arm over her shoulder, leaning into his chest. A minute ago that would've been fine, but now he was conscious of every phone, and therefore camera, that was pointed his way. When Lando called him over, he was glad for the excuse to step away.

Austin Grand Prix, October 22nd

The rumors were admittedly silly, but they were gaining traction. Even other drivers on the grid were joking with him and Esteban, asking which one of them were the baby daddy. Half out of courtesy, half because he was glad to have an excuse to talk to her again, Carlos called Isa.

He made sure to call at a time he thought she'd be by her phone, but not with her friends, Lord knows what those women thought about him, and he was hurt when the call went straight to voicemail.

Does she think it is true? he thought to himself, What other reason would she have to ignore my call?

He was relieved when a few minutes later she called him back, and when he picked up he heard music in the background, so he assumed she'd walked away from a group, knowing as he did that this conversation was best kept private.

"I hear congratulations are in order," she said icily, and he gnawed his lip, disappointed.

"Isa," he struggled to keep his voice even, "Isa, you know it isn't true. I wouldn't- I could never do that to you."

"I should know you couldn't?" she repeated, her tone unchanged, "Really, Carlos, that's your argument?"

His heart clenched, "Okay, then this- would I abandon a child? Even if it meant losing you?"

She was quiet and he knew she knew he had a point there. He wasn't a bad man, he'd made one- albeit gigantic- mistake, but overall she knew his heart was in the right place.

"I didn't think it was true," she said honestly, because she hadn't, not really, but it hurt to hear the rumors again. She had thought by stepping away from him she'd be out of that particular spotlight, but it seemed that wasn't the case.

"Are you sure?" he smiled despite the situation, and she confirmed, "Your father would have your head if it were true. No, forget your father- your mother."

"You're right about that," he chuckled, "You should've heard the phone call I got when this all started."

"I believe it," she wasn't so cold now, "Thank you for calling, anyway, I appreciate it."

"Of course," he said, "I owe you at least that."

"You don't owe me anything," she told him, and she meant it, too, "You've been a wonderful ex boyfriend, Carlos."

"Better than I was a boyfriend?" he asked and was met with a sharp intake of breath. He regretted the question immediately.

After a moment of careful consideration, she spoke quietly, "You were a great boyfriend, and I hope, one day, to call you a great friend. For now, I have to go, though. Thank you again for calling."

"I'm sorry, Isa," he said, "That was stu-"

The phone clicked.

Las Vegas Grand Prix, November 19th

After the disastrous race, Caco pulled him aside for some more good news- to let him know that Rebecca was pissed.

"What happened?" he asked. As far as he'd known she and Alex were enjoying themselves. His mother and sisters weren't as taken with the Scot as they'd been with Isa, but Charles' new girlfriend was forming an alliance with the older girl. Even that, though was compared to the friendship Isa had had with Cha.

"She was standing next to me when Lando crashed in lap four," his cousin explained, "And she saw Isa texted me."

"Why would Isa text you?" his head shot up.

"Relax, Primo," he said, "She was asking about Lando, that's all."

"She was watching?" he questioned, and Caco shrugged, "She watches a lot of races, I'm sure."

"Oh, you're sure?" Carlos' eyebrows raised, "Why, does she text you a lot?"

"Only when it looks like there's a bad crash," Caco answered honestly, and he saw a flash of something in his eyes that was not good.

"Did she text you after my crash?" he asked, and Caco frowned. His cousin had always been a bit of a sore loser, yes, but not a sore winner. He had Rebecca, why should he ask about Isa?

"To be fair," Caco pursed his lips slightly, "I don't think she watches Free Practice. And you were fine right away, anyway."

Carlos' nostrils flared, but he didn't respond. After a moment, he took a breath and said, "I'd better go find Rebecca."

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