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Write a romantic story where Lando Norris and Carlos Sainz have been in a loving relationship for years. Suddenly, Lando finds himself inexplicably drawn to Lance Stroll, but hesitates to confess his feelings to Carlos for fear of hurting him. Unexpectedly, Carlos admits to Lando that he too has developed a crush on Lance, leaving both puzzled by their newfound attraction. Meanwhile, Lance, known for his carefree and oblivious demeanor, and being a huge ass himbo, remains unaware of the romantic pursuit happening around him as Lando and Carlos try and to woo him, wanting to form a throuple

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I am here to deliver, so enjoy the ride of little Lando Norris and his wild love life

Warnings: little bits of smut, no use of y/n, ANGST, too much cuteness (potentially causing heart attacks), heart break, no podium, sadness

Pairing: Lando Norris x Carlos Sainz Jr x Lance Stroll (LanditoxCarlitosxLancito)

Word count: 1032 words

Summary: Carlando is so in love with Lance and so are their dads???

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Barcelona was always an exciting race for the couple, for once was it their home race because your boyfriend’s home race is basically yours too, righttttt? Well, Oscar could write stories about that. But Oscar isn’t important right now, Lando is though. He has always loved racing in Barcelona, especially when his in laws would come and always throw a little party for them. Carlos and he had been dating since the very start of 2020 when they realized that they couldn’t be apart a minute longer.

Lando was sure that at some point, they would get married but right now that wasn’t even possible, they might be open about their relationships to family, friends and close relatives but not openly to the public, basically media. But a little over a year ago, just before Oscar came to McLaren, Lando and Carlos got two rings specialized, confessing their infinite love for each other. They have never been happier until Barcelona, the Spanish Grand Prix 2024.

The McLaren motorhome was packed, not only was the team present but also the whole Norris-Sainz clan, they all sat together, had a gracious lunch, just talking about the upcoming weekend and what challenges each team, McLaren and Ferrari, had going for them. This morning/midday became a ritual after Carlos and Lando started dating, feeling as if they needed this to connect and prepare them mentally for the race weekend. Lando more or less laying on Carlos’s lap, them staring deeply into each other’s eyes, smiling heavily while Adam and his bestie Carlos had a deep discussion about their post-race party.

“No Car, we cannot bring in British groceries, we always celebrate the Spanish gp with some good jamon and all the other foods I sadly still cannot name.” Carlos Sr over and over again was thankful to have the Norris family with them, always supporting each other and them being in law dads made their bond grow even closer than it already was.
“Pero Adam, you know how much I miss your roast, me encanta muchísimo. Por favoreeeee my one and only.” Adam and Carlos just started laughing, both of them feeling happier each time they get to sit together and just relax, none of their sons in possible danger, no one having to compete in that second, just their families united.

On Sunday, Lando got ready in his driver’s room, his phone propped up on his massage chair, so he could talk to Carlos on the phone while putting his black fireproofs on. “Carlos pleaseee, I love you so much but I will not get undressed for the fourth time today, just because you cannot keep your dick in your pants. You are aware that it is race day and we start in like 12 minutes?” Lando started blushing easily, always feeling flustered talking about his boyfriend’s dick as if it wasn’t the best thing ever, next to his car, of course. “Mi amor, you do know that you literally orgasm after like a minute, verdad? Pero te quiero, mi ángel. Now get ready for the race and don’t let me distract you.”

This was all the more reasons for Lando to blush all over again, especially when he thought about what his head was producing last night when Carlos, once again, made him spill all over fucking four times. Lately, not only Carlos was on his mind but also a certain Canadian hottie. Lando knew he was so fucked. He couldn’t tell Carlos, this could ruin everything, their families, their relationship, his life. There was no way. He was so angry at him, Mister Oh-I-have-so-much-money; Lando hated him so much, that stupid grin, that stupid smile, that stupid hot beard he used to have and especially those stupid beautiful teddy bear formed brown eyes that he loved to stare into whenever he got the chance. So differently to Carlos’s eyes, Carlos had chocolate brown eyes, they looked as if they were melting within them, just so beautiful that he never wants to look anywhere else.

“Landito? Mi amor? Are you still with me?” Lando shook his head vividly, staring at Carlos in his phone again. “Yeah sorry, love, just did too much procrastination about the race today, home race and all, y’know? Well, I love you, Carlitooooo, and I will fight you in a bit.” Lando blew him a kiss and without Carlos being able to say something else, Lando ended their video call. Carlos was confused, his boyfriend never behaved like that, he was so awkward, not that Lando was never awkward, but it was different to what he normally acts like. Carlos didn’t try to read much into it since it was indeed time to race and it was his home race, so he wanted to be as focused as he could.

What the hell? Who did he think he is? After getting back into the garage, Lando got out and hit the wall furiously. This has to be a joke, right? Fucking Fernando Alonso thinking he is the king of Formula One, just because he has “experience”, he thinks he is so much better than everyone else. He better get off his white horse and just fucking retire, that old fragile man. Before he was able to make serious damage, he got pulled back into a hug, he didn’t dare to look at whoever was hugging him. “Sorry, mi vida, you didn’t deserve that, but you will come back stronger in Austria and get back your podium.” This broke Lando completely, his father-in-law, coming to him, comforting him and showing him love.

So, he did what he rarely did, he let himself fall into the hug, crying his little heart out and sobbing like there is no tomorrow. Not much later, he felt even more people joining, Zak, his dad, his mum, Blanca, Flo, Max, Pietra and Ria. There was no Carlos, no Lance. Every person he had ever truly loved, celebrated their podium and he was damned in his little garage, a broken little doll.

This was it, this is what he would forever be remembered for, a loser in love with two men, who cannot even get a podium.

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So so sorry for the cliffhanger, but like and comment if you want a part 2 of this :) thank you for all the support, I truly appreciate itttttt

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Warnings: little bits of smut, ANGST, too much cuteness (potentially causing heart attacks), heart break, sadness

Pairing: Carcar - Carlos Sainz Jr. x Oscar Piastri

Word count: 1450 words

Summary: The aftermath of the Spanish gp 2024

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There was no way this was happening right now, for the past three years him and Charles were quite literally work besties as Lando would say it. Ferrari fwiends and casual switching their cars after a long night in a club. But there was never a moment where he thought that Charles would think so lowly of him, accusing him of all those things. It hurt, knowing the only person he trusted in Ferrari betrayed him just as much as the rest did. So right now, the only solution for Carlos was to see his F1 family, the one family who was always behind him, always supporting him, even though he cheated on them.

Walking over just one motor home, he saw only a couple of papaya people, not really recognizing any of them. Guess they must be newer since they didn’t acknowledge him really. “Excuse me? Guys?” The new engineering scholars turned their heads, looking frightened to see THE Carlos Sainz Junior at the McLaren home. “Eh- Sorry Mr. Sainz, we didn’t see you. Ehm.. eh… what can we help you with?” Carlos almost had to laugh, knowing they were shitting their pants as Lando would phrase that. “Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you, call me Carlos please. You guys must be new, no?” This conversation was funnier than anything else on this day. The four scholars just nodded their head fast, almost as long as the usual Haas pit stop.

“Well, welcome to F1, work hard, but most of all enjoy it, especially here with, keep it a secret, but the best team in F1.” Carlos gave them a quick wink, knowing they could use the support as they started smiling brightly back at him. “Anyway, do you guys know where Lando or Zak is? Just need to talk to them.” Again, they just nodded their head, pointing to the entrance of the motor home. “Gracias amigos, see you another time.”

Quickly, Carlos rushed inside, feeling at home again, seeing all those familiar faces, people coming to hug and kiss him. A few hellos and the casual ‘good race’ got thrown into the room, but Carlos just focused on taking in the love and appreciation he got. Not much later, the man entered the room, Zak. “Well look who it isss, my favourite adoptive son. Come her, Carlitos, welcome home. They treating you okay over there?” Zak pulled him in a hug and Carlos could swear he was about to have a breakdown, asking to get a seat back at McLaren, begging Zak to take him in. But he knew they couldn’t, Oscar was here now and before him, there was Daniel and before that, Carlos did the most stupid thing in his life, signing with Ferrari, leaving them.

“Well, Charles is mad once again, Fred is yelling once again, and my team is just sad it is another home race without a podium. God, it felt like Ferrari forgot it was my home race, this was just embarrassing this weekend Zak, I am so stupido to trust that team. And now look where I am, no contract, no seat, no team, all alone, no?” Carlos couldn’t talk anymore, the tears were just flowing at this point, no need denying the self-hatred.

The hug tightened, Zak caressing his hair in the most caring and fatherly way, shushing him softly occasionally, just being there for him. Zak knew how difficult it was, that wasn’t hard, Ferrari was just being too loud not to notice everything that was going on there. Zak wished he could just get Carlos back, having him and Lando back together, but he knew he couldn’t kick out Oscar that easily. Zak has tried too many things, thought it all over, but there was no way he could bring back Carlos for 2025.
He loosened his grip slowly and looked at Carlos, drying his tears. “Come with me, I think I have something that might cheer you up.” Carlos nodded his head as he was dragged all the way upstairs to the shared room that the drivers used with Zak, Andrea, and their performance coaches to relax. The door was slightly open, and Carlos was able to peek inside, watching the most familiar faces.

Lando was currently on a call with Oliver and Mila, saying hi to his biggest fan, probably yapping about yet another podium win. Kim and Jon were just sharing the couch, assumingly talking over what was about to go down in Austria. Then there was Oscar, God, he wanted to hate him so much. The way fans just loved and protected him, the way Lando was joking with him, the way Logan made him laugh. When Oscar was around, everything else around disappeared.

No, Carlos could not go down that road, Oscar was his biggest enemy. They were constantly crashing together on track, but the way he wants to grab his small waist and press it against the wall in his tiny driver’s room. The way he wants to hold his hands while watching their best friend on a podium and especially the way Carlos wants to be with Oscar on another podium and kiss him in the pouring rain of champagne, celebrating hopefully one of their own wins.

Before Carlos was able to go deeper on that road of thoughts, he was pushed inside the room by Zak and awkwardly as always just did a small wave to the group. “Hola, surprise.” For a second, everyone just kind of stood there, not knowing what to say until Mila yelled, but definitely felt like screaming, “Caloooooo”. That seemed to wake everyone from their staring as Lando ran over and gave him a hug. Not even a few seconds later, the rest of them all joined, happy to see Carlos again. But there was one person missing, Oscar. Carlos felt the absence of his touch, knowing what it feels like to occasionally touch Oscar.

“Osccc, come on, Carlos needs us, didn’t have the best day here at home. Which by the way, Oscarrrrr!!! This is not your home race??? No adoption, no marriage, no house, no nothinggg. This is unacceptable. You know what? I am sure you and Carlos will find a way.” Before anyone else was able to say something, Lando took his phone, dragged everyone else to another room and pushed Oscar and Carlos inside the lounge and closed it carefully.

Oscar was giggling for a bit, while Carlos merely just stared at him, admiring his beauty. “Soooo, do we tell Lando about it or do we just leave everybody clueless?” Still smirking Oscar made his way to Carlos, intertwining their hands together. “Before you answer me this question, what’s wrong, Los? I know today wasn’t a good day, I just didn’t wanna say anything directly to Charles in case it would turn into an actual fight.” Carlos felt like the happiest man, how did he get so lucky? He loved this man so much that it almost hurt that he was about to make Oscar so sad. “Well, nothing really, mi amor, Charles is being an asshole, he knows it and he still won’t apologize for what he said. And no, there will be no more tears today because I just full on cried on Zak for at least ten minutes in front of the half McLaren team.”

Oscar just sighed, pulling Carlos in and more or less cuddled him since Oscar was a few centimeters taller than his lover. “As much as I love all the opportunities I was given, I wish you could have my seat to be back here with your family. You do not deserve this, Los and for this, I will in approximately two minutes and 40 seconds approach the Ferrari motor home peacefully, so I can let out all my frustration on Charles. Arthur will forgive me and hopefully is on my side anyway as his favourite nephew.”

Oscar pulled in Carlos to kiss him softly on his lips, staring at the beauty of Spain in front of him and lets go. “Go and see your papa, Los. Spend time with your family and go home, I will just take a cab, there are cabs, right?” Carlos nods. “Great, I will take one to come back home asap after yelling a good amount at Mr. Monegasque and come home to my hot boyfriend, who still manages to place before me.” Oscar just pouted for a second before pressing another kiss to his lips and leaving the room, leaving Carlos alone with his thoughts. How do I deserve this? A question, Carlos could only answer after knowing what was about to go down next door.

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Kudos and comments are always highly appreciated. Not sure if this should be on its own or if i should add a part two for the oscar x charles fight that no one is prepared for

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