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hello, hello! thank you so much for all the comments, reblogs, and likes you have been giving my fics. i really appreciate it; i use this platform for my creativity, but also for the f1 community, which i adore.

i also wanted to mention that i am fully aware of, and i apologize for, the absolute radio silence this past week. this is because i have been prepping for my final exams, which will take place over the course of may.

that doesn’t mean i won’t be posting – it will just be very infrequently. i do intend to complete my newest series, a royal!au arranged marriage featuring lance stroll and the sister of oscar piastri (who is the princess of mclaren), but chapters will be released weekly, or even biweekly. i rather hope not the last; however, we will see what happens.

i love you all, and i hope this message finds you well. 💚

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king of my heart chapter one !

➘ royal!au lance stroll 𖥻 18

series masterlist. introduction. prologue.

Y/N Piastri

Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I loved balls at McLaren Palace. Dressing up in my favorite muslin ball gown, relearning the waltz and practicing it with my instructor... all seemingly minor luxuries that I reveled in. I was a member of the royal family, a princess, and I loved being able to flaunt my status. These were the rare moments where I felt like the gilded cage I resided in was not as wretched as I believed.

Yet this ball was less exhilarating than its predecessors, for it would mark the beginning of my courtship with an adventitious king, Lance Stroll. He hailed from the Kingdom of Aston Martin, a land I had never visited. The tomes I had borrowed from my father’s bibliotheca were woefully insufficient. He had only a single almanac, which was decades obsolete, and therefore rendered too inaccurate for my liking.

My brother, Oscar, who had spent five years traveling the seas as the captain of his own ship, refused to inform me of anything substantial. “If you’re so curious, just ask him yourself when he arrives.” Very helpful, if one does not mind making a fool of oneself.

My mother had told me not to worry, promising me that the king would not be callous or sadistic. Yet, her soothing comments did little to quell the uproar in my gut; I was far too anxious to heed any attention to her. I was fully aware of the stories, of the women married to men that they had never met, solely for the benefit of a political alliance. It did not matter what my parents said.

The union between the king and I would not be one of love, and it would never be.

I stood in front of the mirror as my maid, Charlotte, began tying up my corset, which made my breath hitch uncomfortably. As much as I admired my figure when I wore one, I rather liked the ability to inhale and exhale air properly. When she was finished, she placed the petticoat over me, readjusting and angling it perfectly.

Next, she put my walking shoes on, handing me my ball slippers that I would be dancing in. “Thank you, Charlotte,” I commended her, giving her a wan smile as I appraised myself in the glass.

Not horrible – at least I did not look like a harlot.

There was a knock on the door, which swung open to reveal my brother. Oscar did not look foul either; in fact, he was particularly well-put together, his brown hair gelled back and slender body clothed in a three-piece suit. He raised one eyebrow. “Are you prepared? Our guest will be here any moment.”

“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “I am.”

“Good.” He turned around and strode out of the room without so much as a compliment or an acknowledgement to my attire. I sighed and followed after him, my body tensing as I imagined all the different ways this dance could go wrong.

What if he instantly reviled me?

What if he hated the idea of this as much as I did, and blamed me for it?

I shook my head feverishly, forcing back the bile that was rising in my throat. It was not proper for me to panic, I must keep a level head. I steeled myself, giving my name to the majordomo who was situated by the entrance. The room immediately fell into a considerable silence when my title was announced, and I prayed that my cheeks would not flush crimson. It was incredible how many guests there were, and my knees nearly buckled under their scrutiny.

Before I could disappear into a corner and die of embarrassment, someone touched me on my shoulder. It was my best friend Lucie, the daughter of a baron from one of our provinces. She proffered her arm, linking our limbs through one another, and walked me over to where a group of other young women were, talking over glasses of sweet madeira wine.

“This is Y/N,” she introduced me to the others, though they were very aware of who I was. They all curtsied in unison, bowing their heads in deference. I opened my mouth to greet them, but again, something brushed my back. Lucie looked at me, her eyes sparkling. “I’m sorry, but it seems like someone is eager to speak with her.”

Without moving, I already recognized who the individual was. King Lance. I swallowed roughly, bidding the women goodbye and apologizing for my abrupt exit. By the time I regarded the king, my mouth had gone dry, like a river leached away by the sun.

My first thought was that he embodied his title in a way that no one else could quite mimic. It was impossible that someone who was so imposing could be anything but a monarch, born to command. His hair was the color of ink, eyes calculating as they moved over my skin. I curtsied, folding over myself as I waited for him to say something.

“It is an honor to meet you,” he finally uttered, his voice as coarse as glasspaper. A shiver rolled over my skin, and I bit my lip in an attempt to stop myself from shaking. “The princess of McLaren. I have heard many things about you.”

I chuckled softly. “Hopefully not something unacceptable?”

The king shook his head. “No. Nothing of that sort.” He beckoned me to one of the alcoves in the ballroom, where we would have some semblance of privacy. “I understand that the arrangement between our families, our kingdoms, may not be something you are particularly fond of.”

I recoiled, his words shocking me. “Pardon?”

“An arranged marriage is hardly the storybook wedding a little girl dreams of.” He was blunt, his tone unforgiving. “I am truly sorry that you must do this.”

My eyebrows furrowed together as I rushed to comprehend what the king was telling me. “It is not something you need to apologize for. If I can better serve my kingdom, then I shall do it.”

He observed me, something unknown flickering behind his night-black eyes. “Very well. I am glad then, that you harbor no ill will.”

I scoffed slightly. “There is no animosity, I swear to you, Your Majesty.”

“Tell me,” he said, “How is life in the Kingdom of McLaren? I have not been here for long, so I have not seen much with my own eyes. I have always been fascinated by other cultures.” The king brushed something invisible off of the cuff of his suit. 

I hummed under my breath, forming the correct response in my mind. “It is a place that I am sure you will enjoy seeing. The seasons are mild, and the sea gives us a bounty. I cannot say that my perspective is the same for all citizens, but nonetheless. McLaren is a blessed land.” I paused. “And Aston Martin? Is it a marvelous kingdom as well?”

The king mulled this over. “Yes, it is.” He did not elaborate, and I did not push him to. In lieu of elucidation, he said, “I hope that my nation and I will be everything you pray for.”

I smiled at him. “I am sure it will be.”

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In order to make the story as historically accurate as possible, the author utilized these sources.

https://www.regencydances.org/paper050.php

https://thecozydrawingroom.com/2020/06/15/the-important-choice-of-fabric-in-womens-fashion-during-the-18th-and-19th-centuries/

https://www.marquisofwinchesters.co.uk/words-and-phrases-of-the-seventeenth-century/

https://nameberry.com/list/774/victorian-girl-names

https://www.mariegossip.com/2015/02/18th-century-dress-layers-and-steps.html

https://absolutewrite.com/forums/index.php?threads/19th-century-slang-for-slut.260154/

http://www.centralillinoisecd.org/Files/RegencyCostumeClass.pdf

https://www.paullettgolden.com/projects/refreshments-at-balls#:~:text=Most%20common%20was%20to%20have,or%20almonds)%2C%20and%20punch.

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king of my heart prologue !

➘ royal!au lance stroll 𖥻 18

series masterlist. introduction. chapter one.

Lance Stroll, heir to the throne of Aston Martin, descendant of God, stood before his people. His eyes blazed with pride and expectation as the rabbi anointed him with holy oil. It was warm, but not uncomfortably so. He shuttered his gaze, allowing the liquid to course over his skin.

The gilded crown, fitted with emeralds, was lifted onto his head, and Lance opened his eyes once more. He was king, chosen to rule.

In the crowd, his father smiled. Lance tilted his head almost imperceptibly in recognition, his heart pounding a staccato rhythm in his chest. It had been a shock when his father announced his abdication. Most kings governed until death, but Lawrence Stroll was never one to follow tradition. He liked forging new paths, setting milestones. And in his wake, his young successor would have to learn how to bear the weight of the crown.

Lance was ready, in some capacity. Yes, he was frightfully nervous, but who wouldn’t be? He wasn’t a power-hungry monster, a glutton waiting in the shadows. He was just a nineteen year old boy, in charge of a land he had loved since his birth.

He knew how fatal an iron fist could be; he had seen the damage it had caused in the many wars against the Empire of the Red Bulls. Instead, Lance would lead with fairness and equality, seeking only peace and prosperity. His age did not equal naivete; instead, it was an opportunity to remold the country into something better.

The resonant thrum of the ram’s horn echoed throughout the hall, as if it were a cry from the heavens.

The hall was silent, save only for the soft murmurs of the wind tugging at the willow trees in the gardens outside.

Then, like a boom of thunder: “Long live the king!”

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In order to make the story as historically accurate as possible, the author utilized these sources.

https://www.jhom.com/topics/crowns/coronation.html

https://www.godwhospeaks.uk/coronations-and-the-bible/

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king of my heart series introduction !

➘ royal!au lance stroll 𖥻 18

series masterlist. prologue. chapter one.

map

cast of characters Lance Stroll: the newly-ascended king of Aston Martin; the betrothed of Y/N Piastri Lawrence Stroll: the abdicated former king of Aston Martin; the father of Lance Stroll Y/N Piastri: the princess of McLaren; the betrothed of Lance Stroll Oscar Piastri: the heir of McLaren; the older brother of Y/N Piastri Chris Piastri: the king of McLaren; the father of Oscar and Y/N Piastri; the husband of Nicole Piastri Nicole Piastri: the queen of McLaren; the mother of Oscar and Y/N Piastri; the wife of Chris Piastri Lando Norris: the duke of McLaren; the best friend of Oscar Piastri Fernando Alonso: member of the royal guard of Aston Martin for Lance Stroll

era Approximately 18th century, although no particular date is set; timing is set through seasonal descriptors or time skips

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king of my heart series masterlist !

➘ royal!au lance stroll 𖥻 18

introduction. prologue. chapter one.

description Lance Stroll, the newly-ascended king of the powerful Aston Martin empire, is at a breaking point. The weight of the crown is a burden, and one he is unsure of how to carry. In order to solidify his dominance, a union is crafted with a princess from a foreign island across the sea — Y/N Piastri. The betrothal is not originally cultivated from love, rather a place of duty and alliance. Yet, as the two royals spend more time in one another's company, it becomes increasingly obvious that there is something more lurking under the surface.

tropes Arranged marriage; forced proximity; slow burn; touch-starved male love interest; "I would burn the world down for you"

trigger warnings Imbalance of power; misogyny; minor jealousy and possessiveness; mentions of war and battles; descriptions of injuries

songs Washing Machine Heart / Mitski I Wanna Be Yours / Arctic Monkeys Money Power Glory / Lana Del Rey Fall For Me. / Effie Esther I Know Places / Taylor Swift

chapters Introduction Prologue Chapter One

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straight from the tortured poets department !

➘ the tortured poets department!au featuring the grid

✶ in honor of taylor swift’s 11th studio album’s one-year anniversary. it will forever be the album of my life.

max verstappen -> who’s afraid of little old me?

this might seem annoyingly cliche, but bear with me – the song perfectly matches the persona the media has crafted for him

this aggressive, ill-tempered champion who cannot regulate his anger

likewise, it also fits the idea of max being manipulated into a grand prix-winning machine because of his abusive dad’s ways

and the fact that many people try to justify these horrible actions perfectly aligns with the song’s themes

charles leclerc -> loml

“il predestinato” – the title given to him by his fans

the idea that he is the “chosen one” fits this song so well, especially with the doomed angel narrative that has been slowly forming over this season

ferrari was his biggest dream, but so far... not everything has gone the way he wants it to.

also the song itself is a sad piano ballad, and charles can literally play the piano.

lewis hamilton -> clara bow

as a 7-time WDC, he has achieved things previously thought impossible

yet, every year, there always seems to be speculation about a “new hamilton”, as if the original icon isn’t thriving even to this day

lewis has faced so much discrimination, fighting tooth-and-nail to achieve the glory that he has

this song is so brocedes-coded, especially, “the crown is stained but you're the real queen”

lando norris -> fresh out the slammer

he has had to handle years of being scrutinized by the media, and all his haters claiming that he doesn’t know how to drive, that he’s wasting his time with mclaren, when better teams want him to drive for them

but with mclaren’s recent success?

it shows that everything he wanted was right there, it just needed time to be cultivated -- you can’t rush greatness

oscar piastri -> the alchemy

he has this sweet book boyfriend vibe to him that this song gives off, even if it is a little wattpad-like

also, he’s always been called the second driver of mclaren, but his recent success (4 wins in 3 years) proves that he isn’t just a pretty face

he’s also known for his quiet, chill guy demeanor. he doesn’t want the spotlight, but it finds him anyway because of how incredible he is

lance stroll -> imgonnagetyouback

the aston martin reference? too easy.

but, if you want more detail.

he has this unshakeable vibe to him, that he doesn’t let the haters get under his skin.

he is in it to win it, and he’ll do whatever it takes.

also, you never know what is going to happen next with him. will he crash into the barriers? will he score points? it’s a mystery!

carlos sainz jr -> so long, london

overall, the song is giving carlos' split from ferrari

despite the fact that he's an insanely talented driver (in 2023, carlos was the only driver to win a race besides max), he is constantly passed over for some shiny talent that is “better”

he thought that ferrari would be his endgame, but it wasn’t.

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in sickness and in health !

➘ sick wag!au featuring the grid

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of course! so glad you liked it, and thank you for stopping by my bakery 💚

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sweet ricotta vanilla cannoli w ob81!! ty regardless of if u write it or not :))

don’t poke the bear !

➘ grumpy x sunshine!au ollie bearman 𖥻 87

✶ the requester did not specify what refreshment (fic type) they wanted, so the bakery gave them a cookies and cream milkshake (headcanons).

visit astonmint bakery.

• ollie is a blatant optimist, even when the circumstances are bleak. he’s always there to offer words of support, touching you gently on the shoulder and giving you a warm smile. you don’t display emotions much, but these sweet moments make your unfeeling facade crack just the tiniest bit.

• on the other hand, you are quite the opposite. you wouldn’t call yourself “moody”, per se, but you always have an invisible raincloud above your head. you hated interacting with people outside of your tight-knit friend group, and engaging with the media was something you absolutely despised. in fact, you had a whiteboard hanging in your room with a list of your fastest interviews. your current record was fifteen seconds.

• this isn’t to say that ollie can’t get grumpy too. there have been times — rare, but nevertheless — where he has snapped at somebody. they’ll make a joke about you being unapproachable, and he’ll whirl on them, his kindness evaporating in the blink of an eye. his reasoning? “they can make fun of me all they want, but as soon as they come after you, it’s knives out and guns blazing.”

• when you’re especially unhappy, ollie attempts to cheer you up by cooking your favorite meal. he’s not a michelin-starred chef, but you’re grateful anyway. while you munch away, you’ll put your head on his shoulder, sitting in a comfortable silence together.

• something that you can never seem to understand is how ollie maintains his positivity. you’ll be drearily half-awake at four in the morning, prepping for another long day, and ollie will be bouncing off the walls in excitement. “how are you always so happy?” “because i’m with you.”

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message in a bottle !

➘ text messages!au lance stroll 𖥻 18

✶ mostly sfw, but some suggestive content under the cut!

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we’re not equals !

➘ academic rivals!au lance stroll 𖥻 18

academic rival!lance, who is the valedictorian of your year, and never lets you forget it. the two of you despise one another, constantly searching for ways to undermine one another. he’ll casually slip the fact into conversation, smugly watching your expression change and your eyes go flinty. that usually causes bickering to erupt between the two of you, and there’s been many instances where you’ve gotten in trouble with the teacher because of these arguments.

academic rival!lance, who you met in first year and instantly disliked. it wasn’t that he was a posh rich boy — a lot of people in your school were wealthy — but it was due to the way he acted. as if you were somehow worse than him, even though the both of you were equal in almost every measure. after telling you that you acted like a little princess, entitled and spoiled, he tacked on the pet name to the end of nearly every sentence he addressed you in, making you constantly see red.

academic rival!lance, who once slammed the door shut in your face while you were trying to enter the classroom because the bell had rung and you were late. “shouldn’t have lingered in the hallway, y/n.”

academic rival!lance, who once pulled a weekly all-nighter before the finals so that he would get a higher grade than you. he came to school with dark bags under his eyes like someone had punched him, deliriously low on sleep. but he still managed to get a singular point above you in your literature exam, something he insufferably gloated about afterwards.

academic rival!lance, who told your teacher that you plagiarized his paper, even though they were distinctly two different essays. all because he found out you had a ninety-nine, while he had a ninety-eight, and he wanted to have a higher grade than you.

academic rival!lance, who sometimes zoned out in class watching you take notes. the way your hair would fall over one shoulder, your eyebrows scrunched up as you focused, painstakingly copying what the teacher was saying. it was mesmerizing, hypnotic. the first time you caught him, he brushed it off, calling you a narcissist. the second time, he blushed and stammered, unable to dredge up an excuse or find someone to blame.

academic rival!lance, who ordered you a red rose for the flowergram fundraiser on valentine’s day. you were surprised to have received anything, and you were gushing over it with your friends. lance was a few seats across from you, his ears blazing crimson as he forced himself to avoid eye contact with you. only later, when you were home, did you see the note attached to the flower. “for a special rival. -L.S.”

academic rival!lance, who frustrated you so much that you devoted hours trying to exploit the invisible cracks in his armor, attempting to create insults that would sting. ...but it somehow always led back to the fact that he was annoyingly good-looking.

academic rival!lance, who learned latin by the start of fourth year just so he could taunt you in a dead language he knew you’d never learn. he’d walk by you, one eyebrow raised, and murmur something. and when you asked him to speak up? “dixi, puto te hodie inspicere formosam.”

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i loved you in secret !

➘ secret admirer & colleagues!au lance stroll 𖥻 18

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bakery !

welcome to viv’s bakery, home to a variety of decadent and flavorful treats. peruse the menu and place your order by sending a message through my inbox! thank you for visiting <3

menu !

main desserts

cinnamon apple strudel : enemies to lovers

ripe banana bread : friends to lovers

wild blueberry muffin : academic rivals to lovers

dark chocolate fudge brownie : established relationship

sweet ricotta vanilla cannoli : grumpy x sunshine

strawberry swirl cheesecake : fake dating

semi-sweet chocolate chip cookie : forbidden love

brown sugar cinnamon roll : hurt/comfort

cinnamon crumb coffee cake : mutual pining

butter croissant : slow burn

vanilla with raspberry frosting cupcake : only one bed

cherry cheese danish : love triangle

maple glazed donut : amnesia

peach zest madeleine : forced proximity

pistachio macaron : secret admirer

chocolate chip muffin : he falls first, and harder

dark chocolate pain au chocolat : reunion

vanilla almond pound cake : second chance romance

cranberry orange scone : break-up

vanilla butter shortbread : friends-with-benefits

apple turnover : brother's best friend

additional desserts

chocolate custard éclair : college au

mixed berry fruit tart : royalty au

molasses spice gingerbread cookie : soulmates au

tangy lemon bar : parenting au

hazelnut praline : omegaverse au

pumpkin spice sugar cookie : rockstar band au

blueberry ganache : detective au

refreshments

caramel iced coffee : long fic (1k+ words)

peach iced tea : short fic (under 1k words)

raspberry mint lemonade : smau

cookies and cream milkshake : headcanons

mango pineapple smoothie : texts

extras

sugar : sfw

spice : nsfw

list of spices (if nsfw)

bay leaves : dom!reader

cardamom : sub!reader

ginger : age gap (5+ years)

nutmeg : size kink

paprika : breeding kink

star anise : biting/hickies

served by

#2 : logan sargeant

#3 : daniel ricciardo

#4: lando norris

#12 : andrea kimi antonelli

#14 : fernando alonso

#18 : lance stroll

#55 : carlos sainz jr.

#81 : oscar piastri

#87 : ollie bearman

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↳ time for… an update from viv !

popping in to say that i am alive! i apologize for the absence, and i promise, more lance stroll fics are on their way!

in other news, i also am working on adding a bakery where you can order fics to be written. love you all 💚

↳ upcoming fics !

• we’re not equals (one-shot) | ls18

• i loved you in secret (texts) | ls18

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heir !

➘ mafia & arranged marriage!au lance stroll 𖥻 18

✶ nsfw due to suggestive content under the cut!

lance stroll was a living nightmare in more ways than one. his heart was fueled by spite and ambition, thought to be incapable of feeling any emotion except for greed. he was someone you never wanted to cross. even as a child, watching him stand by his father’s side like a perfect little soldier, you knew treason would be punishable by a long, painful death.

unlike other mafia leaders, lance wrought fear through his icy demeanor, not through words or aggressive actions. his silence carried more weight than fists ever could, and when he did speak? it was instantly codified into law, no questions asked.

despite this rugged reputation, he was always kind to you. he never hurt you, instead seeking other ways of releasing pent-up anger and frustration, such as through his hobby of racing cars.

his life, as the heir to a mafia empire, was grueling and demanding, but he always made time for you. even if he had an urgent meeting, stakes risen to an intangible amount. if it threatened to seize time away from you, his bride-to-be, his lover, then he would not hesitate to cast it aside. every wednesday, he would invite you to dinner — a quiet affair, but nonetheless enjoyable. you never pressured him to speak, instead filling the silence with your own stories, something he was extremely grateful for.

after another dinner spent in each other’s company, he would drop you off at the front porch of your family’s mansion, the night air thick with humidity and the threat of rain. he would press a soft kiss to your forehead, and noiselessly slide back into his glossy aston martin, the only sound the slick tires moving against the pavement.

you didn’t mind that he rarely spoke; you could tell he was affectionate towards you, even if it was difficult to distinguish. gentle reminders, like the gift of freshly bloomed roses or a letter in the mail tempting you to play chess with him, was enough to satisfy you.

and, oh — how could you forget? the insatiable way his fingers would trace your curves, his pupils dilating with lust as he pulled you flush against him. sex before marriage was frowned upon in your community, but the both of you could not wait. his lips would crash against yours, teeth gnashing as your hands frantically undid each other’s clothing. his muted groans only electrified you, goosebumps rising against your skin.

the armor that lance so carefully constructed was laid bare in these moments. he was unafraid, passionate, eager to please. he had quickly learned where your most tender spot was, exploiting it in order to shatter you over and over again. but he never did it without your consent, never wanting to cross your boundaries.

“i love you,” lance had murmured one night while you were tucked under the crook of his arm, spent from the continued tidal waves of pleasure he had brought upon you. his declaration had surprised you, but you had responded immediately.

“i love you too, lance.”

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lover boy !

➘ boyfriend!au lance stroll 𖥻 18

boyfriend!lance, who you sometimes accuse of being telepathic. he’s so effortlessly able to tell when you’re in need of something; be it a new lipstick or even feminine hygiene products like pads. he’ll put it down in front of you, a cheesy smile on his face. “ta-da, sweetheart! i got this for you!”

boyfriend!lance, who has been in love with you since high school. he sat behind you in literature, in awe of your intelligence and quick-witted ability to consistently come up with remarks about the subject. when you were partnered together for a project, he took it as an opportunity to get closer with you, and after a few months, he confessed his feelings — which you, thankfully, reciprocated.

boyfriend!lance, who has to see you before a race. he’ll call you even if it’s 2 in the morning where you are; he has no regard for your sleeping schedule. he’ll distract you with jokes, updating you every five seconds of new developments, even if it’s that he retied his shoe twice or that he put his balaclava on. “you can fall back asleep. don’t you want to wish your boyfriend good luck?”

boyfriend!lance, who will make the most delicious latkes known to mankind for hanukkah. you made the wrong assumption that, as a billionaire’s son, he wouldn’t know his way around the kitchen. then he surprised you with the fried potato dish, topped with a dollop of sour cream and dill weed, and you almost melted into the floor, it was so good.

boyfriend!lance, who says he doesn’t like your taste in music, but you catch him singing along to one of the songs while in the shower. afterwards, when you interrogate him, he gives up the act and pridefully declares his love for your “basic girly pop” music.

boyfriend!lance, who hates the media and all the gossip that come with it. but he’ll never miss an opportunity to hug, kiss, or even hold your hand, even if paparazzi is there. to him, showing that he cares about you is more important than a shallow article in a tabloid.

boyfriend!lance, who takes you to a tim horton’s the first time you visit canada. you’re surprised at how delicious the food is, and how different is from america. “i told you, it’s much better than starbucks!”

boyfriend!lance, who is an avid hockey fan. he’ll steal the television from you, even if you’re watching your favorite documentary, and start yelling at the screen if his team isn’t winning. the only thing that calms him down is if you crawl into his lap and cuddle with him.

boyfriend!lance, who almost fainted when he saw you wearing his aston martin team kit for the first time. sebastian had seen you in the paddock and tapped lance on the shoulder, telling him to turn around. his jaw had dropped, eyes widening and cheeks flushing a dark red — redder than you’d ever seen. he immediately pulled you into a hug, whispering in your ear: “you look absolutely stunning, sweetheart. my number and color suits you.”

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