#look at him sneaking around carlos' car 😭😭😭😭

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Superstitions pt. 2 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Summary: Y/N has known lots of superstitions. This particular one is Lando's favourite.

Based on an anon's response to the previous imagine: "superstitions" is so so so so soooo cute 😭😭😭 and honestly, confession, i also do "nazar utarna" before he races so it just made me feel very seen 😭😭😭. thank you for writing!

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masterlist ☾☼ Read Part 1 here

According to Lando, one of his favourite things about Y/N was how passionate you were about your country and traditions. He could spend hours and hours listening to you talk about the many festivals that you celebrated, and he could spend hours looking at you wearing a lehenga or sari. Personally, he thought that you looked the most beautiful in a lehenga. Red, and shiny, and twirling under the lights. He was pretty sure that was the moment he truly fell in love with you.

The black thread on his left ankle was a new addition to the few accessories he wore on a daily basis. Though, you had reminded him that it was not an accessory, but rather a protection thread. He was thankful for it, regardless. Oscar and Carlos had questioned him about it when they had met during the summer break, but Lando could only smile and shake his head. It was a concept that he believed would go over his friends' heads. He also liked to keep that little thing between the two of you. It was his most favourite secret. Something that only the two of you shared.

Though, when the two of you had started dating, Lando found his favourite superstition that you believed in. It was during one of the few races you had seen from the paddock. Lando had managed to sneak you in, to avoid the media capturing your face or writing headlines about you.

Just minutes before he had to sit in the car, he had turned to you for a quick kiss. His arms were around your waist, keeping you close to his body. Pecking your lips, he had said, "Wish me luck?"

You had smiled so radiantly. Pulling back a little from him, you rubbed your hands together and then made a waving motion on either side of his head, bringing your hands back to your temple where you curled your fingers and rested them against it.

"Good luck, my love." You had said, kissing him again.

Lando had been puzzled by your action. Before he could question you though, people were calling him, telling him to get ready for the race. Kissing you again, because, honestly, he couldn't get enough of you, Lando quickly ran to his car, and you were led to the screens to watch.

He had no idea what you had done, but whatever it was, it had worked. He achieved P2 in that race, something that he was incredibly proud of after a long, hard fight with the other drivers. The media had kept him occupied for far too long, and before he knew it, he was standing on the podium with his champagne. His eyes stayed on yours for as long as possible, because how could they not? Lando completely dedicated this particular win to you, because it was your magic that had worked.

What had felt like hours later, Lando finally saw you in his driver's room. You were sitting on the couch, scrolling on your phone. At the sound of the door opening, you had looked up, and instantly smiled at Lando's happy face.

He had kissed you desperately, whispering how much he loved you and how thankful he was for you in between his kisses. He could not stop smiling, and neither could you.

"I have to ask, though," His forehead was pressed against yours, his hands moving all over your body.

"What do you have to ask?" Your hands played with the hair at the nape of his head.

"What was that thing you did? Before I went for the race. When I told you to wish me luck." Lando asked.

Pulling back from him, your cheeks turned red. It made Lando giddy.

"It's this thing we do back home. It's called 'nazar utarana'. When I did that to you, I was basically just neutralizing any and all evil energies that may have found home in you." You explained softly. It was new for you. To have someone who wanted to know more about your culture, encourages you to embrace them even more.

Lando had pressed his face in your neck, pressing kisses as he whispered how grateful he was for you. You had laughed, but you had held him close.

It had become a routine for Lando after that. Before every race, he would FaceTime you, watch you as you would do the thing, and every time, he would fall in love with you even more.

You and all your superstitions.

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Honestly, I was not planning on writing part two of this, but reading the anon's message, it inspired me. I hope you enjoyed this! i've also got a link for my taglist and requests that you can find here!

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hello!!! thank you for blessing us with baby carlos au 😭🙏 him and nando were so so cute do you have any thoughts on baby carlos with hulk? i keep seeing videos of renault era carlos with hulk and its such a different vibe than with any of carlos’s other teammates

hehehe YES i have so many thoughts abt them as well

i think nico is more of a teasing ??? parental figure if that makes sense. you know like that set of images where the dad is dangling the kid by the foot while the other parent covers them w a towel and kisses their head thats the difference btwn nico and fernando. not to say fernando doesnt also tease but its only gently

nico is the guy who tells carlos that the monster under his bed is gonna get him if he sneaks out of bed to play his ds and that if he doesnt eat his vegetables hes gonna end up looking like guenther (this was meant as a joke by nico but legitimately scared carlos into eating his veggies for a week. nico and kmag both had a good giggle over it)

but despite all the teasing i think nico makes carlos laugh a lot !!! when nico is carrying him through the paddock and notices carlos is getting overwhelmed n stuff he’ll whisper little jokes about the other drivers to make carlos giggle and become more relaxed again. he’ll act out silly stories in silly voices using carlos’ meerkat stuffed animal and toy cars and lets carlos try on his too-big helmet and run around with it (until he inevitably trips and then nico will get scolded by fernando while they get ice cream to make carlos feel better)

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i would DIE if you did a small perspective flip from his eyes are like angels his heart is cold

i actually had to look up the mafia au to remember it's from carlos pov 😭 so here's a little lando excerpt from the gala:

Lando is always wondering what if he forgets how to use a car when he has to drive Carlos Sr. Being his personal driver is a signed of being the favoured Ferrari Academy driver. As if Carlos practically moving him in his rooms didn't give that away. The other guys at the Academy think he slept his way into this position, well why don't they try to drive the Father of Ferrari's second son and risk crashing.

Carlos Sr, the intimidating force of a man, had taken one look at the blood red badge of the bull silhouette pinned on Lando and it was like, he knew. Like it was printed on Lando's face, "your son just gave me a weird handjob and I think he said I love you." Sr does not say a word, the one Sainz who believes in keeping his distance from 'the help.' Lando's ears were pink the whole time, like he was carrying a time bomb of a secret.

Lando parks beside Carlos' 488, the whole parking lot looking like a vintage car show as Italia's rich and famous came to play. He enters through the back entrance meant for staff — the Academy boys aren't to be seen, except for the ones that are good for PR, the success story public face like Charles. At the actual red carpet, Carlos and Charles are getting photographed; in their matching suits and Carlos' hand resting on Charles' waist. They're giving a speech on the charity gala hopes to support orphans or their youth outreach program for endangered sports cars, which makes Lando scoff. If only they knew how the Ferrari Driving Academy treated their orphans.

Unlike Charles, who would and has bled red for the House, Lando has no undying loyalty. He's grateful, of course, for being picked but he never had the delusion of racing dangled over him. If he's loyal to anything, he guesses it's Carlos. The guy shaved his initials into Lando, he can take a hint. Carlos was the one who taught him how to drive stick when the Academy had near given up on him, at how nervous he was. And now, the only place he's at home is behind the wheel. Even the Sainz sisters fussed him around like a little brother, or a puppy. They took him in when they didn't have to, and that's why Lando has to leave.

Carlos had taken the news well, kind of, Lando hopes. The move to McLaren. Charles was right when he told Lando he's Carlos' biggest liability, who is going to take the Second Son seriously when Carlos needs to constantly protect him and keep him within the family. At least, this way, Lando can repay his debt to Ferrari. Carlos protects him, why can't he protect Carlos? By driving for the enemy two continents and an ocean away?

Lando watches from the balcony that's closed off for guests. Carlos in his element, charming the guests in smooth conversational Italian. (Lando's is still hopeless, he gave up after subject verb agreements.) A balding politician, and his much younger wife and Carlos making her kiss the dice before throwing it on the craps table. She has an arm around him, and with the way her husband is staring it seems like he wouldn't mind watching. In the other end of the room, Charles is sneaking off with the racing world's latest World Champion and who was his main rival; Max Verstappen. Lando wonders if he can get an autograph.

"Little Lando, nice to finally catch you here." A distinctly American drawl seizes his attention. Zak Brown, in his slicked back silver hair and orange tie, brown suit. The CEO of McLaren, whose official business is weapons manufacturing for the American government -- which unofficially make their way in war zones and cartel violence -- with new interest in automation and a racing team. Just like Lando's 'official' job with them would be on loan from Ferrari as a test driver, and unofficially drive said contraband across the borders. It's more interesting Daniel — the marketable face of the company, like Carlos and Charles are for Ferrari even if it is the elders and Sr who really pull the strings — isn't here. "You've cost me a pretty penny, let me tell you, but I think we'll be doing great things for each other."

Lando reaches out to shake his soon-to-be new boss' hand, sliding his business card in his back pocket.