”Carlos sainz, leaves for Ferrari.”
”Mclaren days over for the Torro Rosso driver.”
”Contract set for 2021.”
.
ferrari.
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Flashback
“Carlos?” Lando mumbled, leaning into the Spaniard’s chest.
Said person hummed, running his hands through Lando’s curls.
”will you ever leave?” Lando mumbled.
“Of course not.” Carlos answered immediately. Flicking Lando’s forehead.
Immediately.
Lando smiled softly, letting out a breath he didn’t quite know he was holding.
Carlos would stay.
—
The McLaren team and Carlos celebrated lando’s 22nd birthday earlier that year.
It was fun, Carlos made Lando's favourite chocolate chip raspberry cake,
to be fair any cake Carlos made was Lando’s favourite.
And the entire team bought him gifts,
Carlos bought him a promise ring. Between teammates.
Lando almost burst into tears. But Carlos probably did it for other drivers too.
And as the smaller Brit blew out his candles, the Spaniard wrapped an arm around his shoulders, smiling.
“What was your wish, cabrón?”
Lando smiled softly at Carlos.
“Not telling!” He giggled.
But it was the same wish.
It always had been.
Ever since he watched Carlos Sainz race. In the higher levels of go karting, f2, f1, it’s always been the same.
”I wanna be yours. Forever.”
Was Lando a Carlos sainz fan? ..Since he was 12.
But the wish never changed.
well, it’s not like it was ever unanswered.
He later got to join Carlos in go karting, (for a bit obv)
Then the obvious move to McLaren.
God he was so happy.
He loved life. He loved living.
Carlos too. God he loved Carlos.
—
So why was the universe so cruel?
Why did they give him everything he wanted, to then slap him and take it all away?
He never believed in god, but he fucking hated god right now.
Lando hated this.
He hated watching the ink spill over, and having to erase it and start again.
He hated ruining Carlos’s helmet.
Lando hated crying.
He hated not knowing what to do. Not knowing what to write.
I wanna be yours.
But your not mine.