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might write some fluff based on lance's first podium

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woah strollini mention in the wild...

Lol 🤣 it’s Logan sargeant/marco bezzecchi & lance stroll/luca marini https://www.tumblr.com/gayferrari/763530619262222336/ship-classification-strollini-sargecchi

omgg sorry I was HUNGRY

Logan/Bez: doesn't make sense doesn't compel me! I feel like Bez's freak would Not match Logan's everything

Lance/Luca: DOES MAKE SENSE!!! doesn't compel me yet but I'm looking. they have similar babygirl vibes. I see it.

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Part Of The Family — Bearnelli

Vale and his sons had always been a tight-knit family, bound not only by blood but by the bond on track at the ranch. The academy wasn’t just a place to train — it was a sanctuary, a home where riders, blood or not, became family. Whether you were an old friend or a new face, you were welcomed with open arms, but that didn’t mean you were free from scrutiny. Trust was earned, and everyone who stepped onto the ranch knew that you had to prove yourself, not just as a rider but as someone who understood the unique bond shared by Vale and his boys.

When Ollie first started hanging around Kimi, it wasn’t long before the academy boys began to notice how seamlessly the two fit into each other’s lives. It wasn’t just that they spent a lot of time together; it was the ease with which they did it. The way Kimi would light up when Ollie was around, the comfortable silences they shared, the subtle, unspoken understanding between them — it was obvious to everyone. From the outside, it seemed like Ollie had slipped into Kimi’s life as if he’d always been there.

It didn’t take long before the academy boys began to exchange knowing glances. To them, it was clear as day. Kimi and Ollie weren’t just friends — they were something more. Maybe they hadn’t realized it themselves yet, but to the rest of the group, the signs were all there. Kimi’s laugh was just a little louder when Ollie cracked a joke, and Ollie’s gaze lingered just a little longer when Kimi walked by. The way they worked together during training, almost in sync, seemed too natural to be purely platonic.

Still, in typical academy fashion, no one said anything outright. They just watched, waiting for the inevitable moment when the two would finally admit what everyone else had already figured out. The scrutiny was subtle at first, but as the days passed, the protective nature of the academy boys kicked in, and Ollie found himself on the receiving end of a series of increasingly pointed comments and warnings.

Pecco was the first to pull Ollie aside. It was during one of their post-training sessions, when the rest of the academy was scattered around the ranch, cooling down from the day’s work. Ollie was wiping the sweat from his brow when Pecco, who had been watching him for a while, walked up with a determined look on his face. Crossing his arms, Pecco stared at him, his eyes narrowing in a way that made Ollie feel like he was about to be grilled.

“Don’t hurt Andrea,” Pecco said, his tone firm, almost like a protective older brother issuing an ultimatum.

Ollie blinked, completely taken aback. His mind raced, trying to figure out what Pecco meant by that. Why would he hurt Kimi? Where was this even coming from? He opened his mouth to respond, but the words came out in a stammer. “Why would I—?”

Pecco didn’t let him finish. “Just don’t,” he cut in, his voice final, leaving no room for argument. The warning hung in the air, and Ollie was left speechless. Pecco gave him one last pointed look before walking off, leaving Ollie standing there, utterly baffled.

For a while, Ollie convinced himself that maybe Pecco was just being overprotective, maybe even a little paranoid. But then, a few days later, Franky caught him alone. It was during one of their routine training drills, and Ollie was focused on his bike when Franky appeared, his expression unreadable. He didn’t waste time on small talk. Instead, he got straight to the point, his voice low and serious.

“You better treat Kimi right,” Franky said, his tone carrying the weight of someone who wasn’t just offering advice — he was delivering a warning.

Ollie, once again, found himself at a loss for words. His brain scrambled for a response, but he could only manage a nervous stammer. “I— I don’t know what you’re—”

Franky’s expression didn’t soften. He simply gave a nod, as if to say the conversation was over, and walked off, leaving Ollie more confused than ever. What was going on? Why were they acting like this?

It seemed like everyone had some unspoken knowledge that Ollie was completely in the dark about. Each warning felt heavier than the last, and Ollie couldn’t shake the feeling that something big was happening right under his nose — something he hadn’t figured out yet.

Before long, it felt like Ollie couldn’t go anywhere without running into one of the academy boys, and every encounter seemed to end with some form of cryptic warning or veiled threat. Bez, usually the most laid-back of the group, caught him during a rare quiet moment by the garage. With a grin, he slapped Ollie on the back, but his words were anything but casual. “Andrea's important to us, man. Don’t screw it up.”

Ollie blinked, caught off guard by the comment. “Screw what up?” he asked, but Bez just walked away with a knowing smirk, leaving Ollie even more confused than before.

The next day, Cele found Ollie grabbing a drink by the track and leaned in conspiratorially, his tone more serious than usual. “We’re all watching you, just so you know. Kimi’s family. You better not mess with him.”

Ollie stared at him, dumbfounded. “I’m not messing with anyone!” he protested, but Cele had already given him a pat on the shoulder and walked off, his message delivered.

By the time Mig cornered him during one of the cool-down sessions, Ollie was already on edge, bracing himself for whatever strange advice or threat was coming next. Mig, ever the quiet one, didn’t say much — just gave Ollie a long, appraising look before muttering, “You know how much Kimi means to us, right? Just… don’t do anything stupid.”

At this point, Ollie was utterly baffled and increasingly paranoid. It felt like everyone had some sort of hidden agenda, and he was the only one out of the loop. Every interaction left him more confused than the last, and by the end of the week, he was at his breaking point.

“I don’t even know what’s happening!” Ollie finally burst out, throwing his hands in the air in frustration while he and Luca were walking back to the house after training. “Every time I turn around, someone’s telling me not to hurt Kimi or warning me to treat him right. What the hell is going on?”

Luca, who had been quietly observing the whole situation for ages, smirked knowingly. “They think you’re dating,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "They did the same thing when I first brought Lance."

Ollie almost choked on his own breath. “What?!” he sputtered, stopping in his tracks. “No! Kimi’s like a brother to me! Why would they even think that?”

Luca raised an eyebrow, shrugging as if it all made perfect sense. “Well,” he started, “you two are always together. I mean, you spend practically every second at the ranch with Kimi. And he’s… different around you. More comfortable, you know? Plus, you fit right in with the rest of us. It looks pretty obvious from the outside.”

Ollie shook his head, still in disbelief. “We’re not dating,” he insisted, rubbing his face in exasperation. “How do I get them to stop thinking that?”

Luca shrugged again, a casual smile tugging at his lips. “You could try telling them,” he offered, his tone playful. “But I’m not sure they’ll believe you.”

Ollie and Kimi decided it was finally time to sit everyone down and clear up the ongoing confusion. They'd been hearing whispers and side comments for a while now, and it was starting to get out of hand. So, they gathered the entire group in the dining room, preparing themselves for what they knew would be an awkward conversation.

With everyone seated around them, Ollie nervously cleared his throat and began. "So, uh, we’ve heard some things," he started, his voice faltering slightly.

Kimi, who was sitting beside him, rolled his eyes at Ollie’s hesitance and decided to cut straight to the point. "Everyone apparently thinks we’re dating."

Ollie quickly nodded in agreement, glancing around at their friends. "Yeah, but we’re not," he clarified, hoping that would put an end to the rumors.

But before they could say more, the entire group burst into laughter. The teasing smiles on the others' faces made Kimi and Ollie even more defensive, shifting uncomfortably in their seats.

"What!" Kimi blurted out, his voice a mix of exasperation and disbelief. "He’s like another brother to me. What are you guys even talking about?"

Ollie was quick to chime in, nodding vigorously to reinforce Kimi’s point. "Seriously, we’re just friends."

But the laughter didn’t stop. Bez, leaning back in his chair, let out a chuckle and shook his head, clearly amused by their flustered reactions, he was the same when Vale confronted him about him and Marc. "Whatever you say," he said, his tone light and teasing.

The rest of the group groaned, half-joking and half-exasperated. It was obvious they weren’t entirely convinced, but after a few more jokes, they let the subject drop — for now, at least. The tension in the room faded as they moved on to other topics, but Kimi and Ollie exchanged a look, knowing that this probably wasn’t the last time they’d have to deal with this particular misunderstanding.

About a week later, during a particularly large family meeting at the ranch, Kimi found himself standing up in front of everyone, his face flushed and his hands nervously clasped together. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he tried to muster up the courage to speak. "So, um… I’ve been thinking… And I may-or-may-not-be-in-love-with-Ollie."

The room fell into an expectant silence. It was as if time had paused for a moment. But instead of the shock or surprise Kimi might have anticipated, the reaction was quite different. Pecco let out a long, exasperated groan that was quickly echoed by the rest of the boys, who seemed almost exasperated by the whole situation.

"We know!" Cele muttered under his breath, shaking his head with a mix of annoyance and amusement.

"Seriously, it took you this long to figure it out?" Luca chimed in, rolling his eyes as he gathered his things to leave. The other boys followed suit, their steps echoing with a casual familiarity.

Kimi stood there, frozen in place, his face a mask of disbelief and confusion. He turned to look at Ollie, who was blinking in stunned realization. "Wait, so… everyone knew except us?"

"Obviously," Bez called over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips as he walked out of the room. The rest of the group followed, their laughter and chatter fading as they left Kimi and Ollie standing in the middle of the room, completely dumbfounded and caught off guard.

As the last of the footsteps receded, Kimi and Ollie exchanged a bewildered glance, their minds racing to process what had just happened. The realization that they had been the last to know about something so significant left them both speechless, adding a new layer of awkwardness to their already complicated situation.

Kimi and Ollie remained in the center of the room, the weight of the situation settling heavily between them. Kimi stared at the empty doorway where the others had just exited, trying to process the wave of information that had just crashed over him.

"How… how did everyone know?" Kimi finally managed to ask, his voice tinged with bewilderment.

Ollie, still grappling with his own shock, shook his head. "I have no idea. I thought we were being subtle."

Kimi let out a disbelieving laugh, his eyes scanning the now-empty room as if expecting an explanation to materialize out of thin air. "Subtle? Everyone knew we were dancing around something, and you didn’t think anyone would notice?"

Ollie’s face turned a shade of pink, a mix of embarrassment and frustration evident in his expression. "I didn’t think it was that obvious. I thought we were doing okay."

"Well, it wasn’t exactly a secret," Kimi said, trying to force a sense of humor into the situation to ease the tension. "I guess we just didn’t see it."

Ollie sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "So, what now? Do we just… go with it?"

Kimi took a deep breath, his gaze meeting Ollie’s. The awkwardness of the situation seemed to dissolve as they stood there, confronting the reality of their feelings. “Maybe it’s not about just going with it,” Kimi said softly. “Maybe it’s about acknowledging what’s been there all along, eh?”

Ollie’s eyes searched Kimi’s, looking for any sign of hesitation or doubt. “Yeah, I guess we should actually talk about this,” he said, his voice steady but filled with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

Kimi nodded, feeling a surge of courage. “Agreed. But before we dive into all of that, maybe we should just—” He hesitated for a moment, then took a step closer to Ollie. The distance between them felt charged, and he could sense Ollie’s own nervous energy.

Ollie’s eyes widened slightly as Kimi got on the tips of his toes and gently cupped his face with both hands. The touch was tender, and for a moment, everything else faded away. Kimi leaned in slowly, giving Ollie ample time to pull back if he wanted to.

Ollie’s breath hitched as their faces drew closer, and before he could second-guess himself, he closed the gap between them. Their lips met in a soft, hesitant kiss that gradually deepened as they both gave in to the moment. The kiss was a mixture of relief, affection, and unspoken understanding — a confirmation of the feelings they had both been trying to navigate.

When they finally pulled away, both Kimi and Ollie were breathless, their eyes locked in a gaze filled with newfound clarity.

“I guess that’s one way to handle it,” Ollie said with a small smile, his hand still resting gently on Kimi’s cheek.

Kimi chuckled softly, his heart still racing. “Yeah, I think it’s a good start.”

As Kimi and Ollie stood in the middle of the room, still processing their kiss, the door creaked open. Kimi’s brothers, who had been lingering just outside, peeked in with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Luca, with a smirk on his face, was the first to speak. “Well, this is a surprise,” he said, raising an eyebrow as he took in the scene before him.

Pecco, with a more puzzled expression, stepped into the room, glancing between Kimi and Ollie. “We didn’t mean to interrupt,” he said, though his tone suggested otherwise.

Ollie and Kimi quickly pulled apart, their faces flushing with embarrassment as they realized they had been caught in the middle of their little intimate moment. Kimi looked at his brothers, his cheeks red with a mix of shame and frustration. “Guys, seriously? You couldn’t knock?”

Luca chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. “We were just coming to see if you two were okay. And, well, it looks like you are.”

Marco nodded, a knowing smile on his face. “Seems like you two had a lot to talk about.”

Ollie rubbed the back of his neck, trying to regain his composure. “Yeah, we did. But now we’re, uh, a little thrown off.”

Kimi’s face softened as he glanced at Ollie, then back at his brothers. “Well, now that you’re here, I guess you’ve figured out what’s been going on.”

Luca shrugged, his smirk widening. “Yeah, we figured it out a while ago. But it’s nice to see you two finally acknowledging it.”

Franky stepped forward, offering a supportive smile. “If you guys need any advice or just want to talk, you know we’re here for you.”

Kimi and Ollie exchanged relieved glances, their tension easing slightly at their brothers' acceptance. Kimi gave a small nod, appreciating the support. “Thanks. We’ll definitely take you up on that.”

As Kimi’s brothers left the room, still chuckling and exchanging knowing looks, Kimi turned back to Ollie, taking a deep breath. “Well... at least it’s out in the open now.”

Ollie smiled, squeezing Kimi’s hand. “Yeah, it is.”

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Babysitting Duty — Lawhan

@ellearts for you ofc!! love you elle baby

Just like every other normal adult with a job on a Friday morning, Liam is at work, looking through his previous race stats and figuring out what went wrong when suddenly the screen of his phone lights up with a new notification.

lance, 09:38

okay so

just so you know

you’re on babysitting duty today

 

liam, 09:38

Good morning to you too

Also no.

 

lance, 09:38

wtf

you're her favourite uncle

 

liam, 09:39

Jack and I have plans.

 

lance, 09:39

even better!!!

he can help you as well <3

Liam feels his eye twitching.

“I’ll be back in a second.” He tells Yuki, who shrugs beside him and doesn’t even arch an eyebrow when Liam pushes the chair back so forcefully that the metal legs of it almost break, and then marches out of the library like a man on a mission. 

“This is the fourth time this week alone.” Liam hisses the moment his friend answers the phone and barely has time to let a word out. 

“Li, please .”

“Listen, I love Delilah, I really do,” Liam sighs out and leans back against the tree in the park, suppressing the urge to bang his head against it. “but you know that Jack has been drowning in work and we’ve barely had time to spend together off track since August, it’s November now.”

“This is the last time, I swear.” Lance tells him and even through the phone, Liam can hear desperation in his voice. He slightly bangs his head against the wall. “Luca and I have to go to Monaco, we weren’t planning to, but we’re scared those motherfuckers are destroying the house instead of building it and I can not take my 2 years old daughter all the way to fucking Monte Carlo because her uncle is a massive–”

“Lance.” Liam interrupts him before he has time to send himself into a cardiac arrest which is truly the last thing Liam wants or has time for right now. “Fine.” 

“Really?”

“Of course, you asshole, when have I ever told you no?”

“Literally five minutes ago?”

“You know I can very easily change my mind, right?” Although Lance can’t see him, Liam has that smug smirk on his face that always makes his "brother" want to punch him in the face. 

“But you won’t because you love Lilah and you love me and–”

“No, I do not.” Liam cuts him off and he doesn’t even need to specify that he’s talking about Lance — though his bonus brother knows Liam loves him he definitely knows he's not talking about his one and only and favourite neice. Liam would go to hell and back for her. “Now can you please get off my back so I can go and work like every normal adult does on nine in the morning?”

Lance doesn’t miss a beat before chirping, “technically, it’s already ten.”

“I’m hanging up.” 

As always, Liam stays true to his word and hangs up before Lance has time to tell him when he needs to pick Delilah up from the daycare. He doesn’t really need to because Liam has his schedule memorised (considering how many times he had to pick the kid up instead of his idiot brother and brother-in-law since they adopted Delilah) and plus, it’s not even him who’s going to be picking him up.

“Hey, love.” He can hear the smile in Jack’s voice the moment he answers. “Is everything alright?”

“Debatable.” Liam, being the dramatic little shit that he is, whines out and is definitely not offended at the sound of Jack giggling on the other side at his theatrics, thank you very much. “We’re on babysitting duty tonight, again, for the fourth time this week.”

“I did have a feeling that you were going to call me about that.” Jack hums, and even without being able to see him, Liam knows that he’s spinning around in his stupid spinning chair in the Alpine office like a little kid (Liam wants a freaking spinning chair too).

“Which means that you already know you’re going to be the one picking her up from the daycare?” Liam asks with a grin on his face.

“You know it wouldn’t kill you every now and then to walk to her daycare and meet the teachers, right?”

“Oh, sorry, I can’t hear you anymore, the service here is terrible, bye.”

Liam slams his finger against the end call button so firmly that his thumb starts to hurt, but whatever. He is not walking all the way to that daycare after a long day at work; he would rather die, no offense to the Marini-Stroll family.

And, truth be told, Liam finds it very interesting that Jack loves to make fun of him for hating to go to places that are too far from his flat or his work, considering that Jack drives everywhere and yet, he still hasn’t taught Liam anything, no matter how many times Liam begged him to teach him how to drive — it's more different from racing than one would think.

A traitor of a husband, that’s what he is, but Liam still loves him with his entire being.

After letting out a small, quite embarrassing giggle at the dumb meme Jack sent of himself right after he hung up, Liam shoves his phone into his pocket and walks back inside the library, a small huff breaking out of his throat as he throws himself onto that uncomfortable chair.

“We need to get new chairs,” he complains to Yuki, who doesn’t even remove his gaze from his laptop as he hums absent-mindedly. “I’m serious, these are so uncomfortable.”

“Or maybe you're just jealous that your husband has a spinning chair at Alpine's building and you don’t.” The corners of his mouth twitch upwards slightly the moment Liam groans quietly and bangs his head on the top of his desk.

However, his frustration gets thrown out the window the second he reads a newly received email from Christian, saying that he has to cancel tomorrow’s meeting for family emergency reasons. Liam hopes that the man and his family are alright but holy shit, he won’t have to sit there and fight the urge to lose his mind for three hours on Saturday morning and he will be able to spend a morning lazily in bed with his husband — God bless.

Liam sends a quick message to Jack, announcing his once-in-a-lifetime moment to him, receiving dozens of confetti emojis (and an eggplant emoji; Liam hates this man) in return before he returns to the list of those damned books — yes, red bull has assigned him readings to complete before he can drive — with a dumb grin on his face.

Liam slams his laptop shut right at 5:58 pm.

“If I have to go through this list for one more minute, I will freaking lose it,” he hisses to Yuki, who genuinely doesn’t care or finds it absolutely hilarious when Liam is being tormented. And, considering that this time isn’t any different, he giggles and looks at him with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Just go already, then.” He suggests, as if Liam is an idiot for not even thinking about that option — which is rude, because of course he thought about that option, and that is exactly why he's now shoving his laptop and notebook so aggressively into his bag.

“I am going.” He tells him without any heat and pushes the chair back into its place, flashing a small smile at Yuki now that his mind has accepted he’s about to be free from this hell.

Every complaint about his sometimes pain-in-the-ass job disappears from his head the moment he steps outside the library and sees that Jack is already there.

His husband is wearing classic pants and a shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he looks absolutely gorgeous; Liam almost drops to his knees the moment he processes the outfit (again, because he was quite literally there in the morning when Jack was getting ready). But the thing that gets him the most is that Jack has Delilah in his lap, playing with her and grinning triumphantly when she lets out that heartwarming laugh.

Liam has seen Jack with kids, of course he has, but there’s something so different about this. This, as in Jack picking her up from the daycare, driving straight to Liam’s work, and entertaining her while they wait for Liam to be done so they can all go home. There’s something so unbearably domestic about it.

Liam has always known that he and Jack would have kids, but it was mainly him who asked Jack not to rush into things, especially when they’re as serious as adopting and raising a child, and they’ve been married only for a year. But it hits Liam suddenly, totally unexpectedly, that there’s nothing he wants more than to raise children with Jack now, and he can not wait for it to happen.

“Love, is everything alright?” Jack asks with worry in his eyes and slowly gets up from the bench. He puts Delilah on his hip and starts walking toward Liam when he notices that he’s cemented to the spot, staring at them with his mouth agape.

It’s like Liam’s brain is refusing to cooperate and form words, so all he does is give Jack a small nod in return. The second Jack is close enough, Liam grabs him by his tie and pulls him down carefully, a sound escaping Jack’s throat quickly muffled by Liam’s mouth.

“Everything is perfect,” Liam breathes against his lips, hearing Jack let out a small chuckle at his hoarse voice. He would definitely ask what all of that was about if it hadn’t been for Liam turning to Delilah to pinch her cheeks almost painfully until the girl turned to put her face into the space between Jack's neck and shoulder. Liam grins, prideful. “Let’s go home, I’m starving.”

Thankfully, on their way back home, Delilah seems to remember that Liam isn’t an evil uncle who’s going to eat her whole and is, in fact, her favourite uncle. For at least twenty minutes, she chatters about everything and anything, while Jack and Liam nod along, even though they can barely make out half the words she’s saying.

At some point, Jack mutters under his breath that he has two kids in his car, because Liam gets so close to throwing a tantrum in the moving car until Jack finally stops by Dunkin’ to get his husband his daily dose of sickly sweet donuts. Jack doesn’t even bother to hide the fond smile that creeps onto his face when Liam’s eyes light up as soon as Jack hands him the box.

Getting Delilah to wash her hands and change into the extra clothes her dads left around Liam's flat is quite a struggle, to say the least. But with combined powers, they manage to achieve the goal, just like they manage to convince her to eat a proper meal instead of filling up on the donuts Jack brought for Liam.

However, when it comes to finding something to entertain Delilah so she doesn’t notice that her dads aren’t there with her — and to prevent her from tormenting poor Enzo — that’s when all hell breaks loose.

“We’re putting on Cars!” Liam declares, grabbing a DVD from the shelf.

“No, we are putting on Animaniacs for Lilah!” Jack retorts, reaching for another DVD.

“Cars!”

“Animaniacs!” Jack fires back, grinning.

“Animaniacs doesn't teach her anything!” Liam protests.

“You wanna put on a movie about talking vehicles!” Jack counters, folding his arms.

“Jack Doohan, we will put on Animaniacs or you’re staying home next month, and I’m taking Mick with me to Abu Dhabi!” Liam threatens, wagging a finger at him.

In the end, all three of them end up sprawled on the couch, cuddled up and cozy, drifting off to sleep to the sound of cars driving and Mater Mater-ing.

When Liam wakes up with Delilah nestled on his chest and Jack’s arm wrapped protectively around both of them, he can’t help but smile. This might just be his definition of perfect.

 

Liam feels Jack's arms around his naked body and the man's chest against his back before he even fully comes back to consciousness. That doesn’t stop him from letting out a contented hum and snuggling more into his husband’s touch before it suddenly hits him that he has absolutely no clue if he put Delilah to bed properly yesterday or not.

Almost as if Jack heard Liam’s thoughts, he tightens his hold and nuzzles his nose into Liam’s neck, murmuring before Liam has a chance to start panicking, “Lance and Luca picked her up while you were sleeping last night.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Liam grumbles, turning around in Jack’s arms, almost squishing his nose against Jack’s chest in the process.

“Because.” Jack replies simply, and before Liam has time to complain about how that’s not a proper answer, Jack pushes him onto his back and drapes his body over Liam’s, earning a small, winded oof from him.

Liam smiles fondly at Jack curling against him like an actual cat (even though they both agree Jack is a golden retriever while Liam is a cat, never mind Lance calling them both idiots for it). Wasting no time, he wraps his arms around his husband, burying half of his face in Jack’s soft waves.

“I think Delilah had a good time yesterday,” Jack whispers against Liam’s throat, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down Liam’s spine.

“She always has a good time here, torturing our poor puppy and getting you to stuff her face with sweets.” Liam says with a small smile, running his hands up and down Jack’s bare back, scratching here and there for the fun of it.

“There are sacrifices we all have to make to get a kid to like us.” Jack declares, looking up at Liam with that toothy grin, and Liam just has to kiss him for it.

“You’re great with kids,” he tells Jack, watching as his sleepy eyes start sparkling with happiness like a little kid’s. Liam hopes Jack doesn’t notice the way his heartbeat rises at the words he’s planning to say next. “You’ll be an amazing dad.”

“You’ll be an amazing dad too, Li.” Jack says, leaning forward to leave a soft kiss against the corner of Liam’s mouth before his husband tugs at his curls, pulling him into a proper, open-mouthed kiss.

“Jack, I mean that—” Liam tries to continue after breaking the kiss, but he isn’t exactly sure how to say it without freaking him out, because what if Jack isn’t ready or doesn’t want kids, or doesn’t want kids with him, or—

“You’re overthinking again.” Jack’s sweet voice interrupts Liam’s spiraling thoughts just in time, and he can feel the anxiety start to fade as Jack cups his face gently, pressing his forehead against Liam’s and looking into his eyes. “What is it, love?”

“You— you want to have kids with me…right?” Liam asks, wincing internally at how choked the words sound.

“I— Li, sweetie, of course I do!” Jack looks so surprised by the question that for a moment, Liam genuinely worries his eyes might fall out of their sockets. “Did you think I didn’t want to?”

“No, I just…” Liam almost groans, trying to look away but failing due to the way Jack is holding him firmly and staring into his eyes. “I just really want to raise a child with you, and— I needed to make sure you felt the same.”

Jack’s confused expression softens, replaced by a fond look in his brown eyes, and he kisses Liam again, though both struggle with it since Jack can’t stop smiling.

“Li, there’s nothing in this world I want more than having kids with you.” Jack whispers against his lips, his smile growing even wider at the sight of tears gathering in Liam’s eyes. “In fact, we can start working on it right here and now—”

“You’re such an idiot.” Liam laughs, which quickly turns into a quiet whimper as Jack presses himself between Liam’s legs, leaning down to kiss and bite his throat.

“So I’ve been told.” Jack hums. “But you love me for it.”

“I do.” Liam’s hands slide up into Jack’s hair again before he tugs hard enough to make Jack look at him. “I’m choosing the name.”

“Why not me?”

“Because you’ll name him after a MotoGP world champion or a video game!”

“I would not— him?”

Liam isn’t sure why, but he instantly blushes and nods, “I want to have a boy.”

“I’m starting to think you’ve already picked a name.” Jack says, his voice full of adoration as he brushes a strand of hair out of Liam’s face and kisses his forehead, the tip of his nose, and then his lips.

“I have.” Liam admits, feeling the tips of his ears grow hot as he watches Jack’s expression turn awestruck.

“Well, tell me then!”

“Pierce.” Liam whispers, playing with Jack’s curls as Jack looks at him like he’s falling in love all over again. “Pierce Doohan-Lawson— it sounds cute, doesn’t it?”

“It does— Longest name ever, but it really does.” Jack whispers, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he grins wide enough to rival the sun before pulling his husband into another deep kiss.

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Thank You — Strollini

The sun was high over Vale’s ranch, its golden rays beating down on the sprawling landscape. Dust floated in the air, kicked up by the bikes that roared across the dirt track. The heat was intense, making the earth dry and cracked, but the academy riders were unfazed. They were in their element, cutting through the sweltering afternoon with the precision and confidence of those born to ride. The track was their playground, each twist and turn a familiar challenge they eagerly embraced. Laughter rang out above the growl of engines, a sound of pure joy that echoed off the surrounding hills.

Among the seasoned riders, there was one figure who stood out — not because of skill, but because of his hesitance. Lance Stroll, usually at home behind the wheel of a F1 car, was out of his depth. His grip on the handlebars was too tight, his posture a little too stiff. The motorcycle beneath him felt foreign, its power more raw and unpredictable than the refined machines he was used to. But despite the nerves gnawing at him, he was determined. A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, though it was more from sheer willpower than genuine confidence. He wasn’t about to back down, not here, not in front of Luca’s brother and friends. The embarrassment of admitting he wasn’t cut out for this would be too much to bear.

“Caro, you sure you’re okay with this?” Luca called out, his voice carrying a blend of concern and encouragement. He slowed his pace, falling back to keep an eye on Lance. He could see the tension in the way Lance handled the bike, the mix of caution and determination that marked every move.

“Yeah, I’ve got this!” Lance’s reply came quickly, his tone firm but betraying a hint of the anxiety he felt. He forced a smile, hoping it would be enough to convince Luca — and himself — that he could handle it.

Luca gave a small nod, though his eyes lingered on Lance, the worry not entirely erased. He knew how stubborn Lance could be, how much pride he took in proving himself. But this was different — this wasn’t the controlled environment of a racetrack he knew inside out. This was something wild, something that could easily go wrong. Even as the others zipped past them, their bikes leaning gracefully into the corners with practiced ease, Luca’s focus remained on his boyfriend. He couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at the back of his mind.

Lance, meanwhile, did his best to keep up. His focus was razor-sharp, his mind blocking out everything except the path in front of him. The roar of the engine, the dust flying in his wake, the sun beating down on his back — it all faded into the background. He was getting the hang of it, finding a rhythm, even if it was slower than the others. The turns were still tricky, each one a battle to stay upright, but he was doing it. He felt a surge of pride with each successful maneuver, a growing belief that he could pull this off.

But as they neared the last stretch, something inside him urged him to push harder, to prove that he could do more than just keep up. He wanted to impress Luca, to show the others that he wasn’t just some car driver trying to play in their world. He twisted the throttle, feeling the bike surge forward, the speed intoxicating. For a brief moment, he felt the thrill of it, the exhilaration of matching the pace of the others.

Then it all went wrong.

As he approached the next corner, Lance misjudged his speed. The bike wobbled, the back tire slipping on the loose dirt. Before he could react, the bike skidded out from under him, the world tilting violently as he was thrown off. He hit the ground hard, the impact jarring every bone in his body. Pain exploded through him, radiating from his wrists as he instinctively tried to break his fall. The breath was knocked out of him, leaving him gasping as he lay on the ground, his helmeted head resting in the dirt.

The sounds of laughter and chatter that had filled the air just moments before died instantly. The other riders, catching sight of the crash, skidded to a halt, their bikes kicking up clouds of dust as they did. Everyone, Marco, Pecco, Franky, Cele, and Mig, all turned their heads toward the scene, their smiles fading as they registered what had happened.

Lance lay there, unmoving, his bike a twisted heap a few feet away, smoke curling up from where the engine had stalled. The silence that followed was heavy, charged with a sudden, sinking realization.

For a moment, no one really moved. The dust settled around Lance’s prone form, the world eerily still compared to the chaos of just moments before. The academy riders exchanged uncertain glances, their expressions a mix of shock and confusion.

Pecco was the first to speak, trying to lighten the mood. “He’s probably just winded,” he said, but his voice lacked the usual cocky confidence. It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself. “I mean, he’s not used to this, right?”

Marco forced a chuckle, though it came out strained. “Yeah, he’s probably fine. Just needs a minute to catch his breath.” But his eyes didn’t leave Lance, the doubt creeping in.

Franky and Cele stayed quiet, their attention fixed on Lance, who still hadn’t moved. Mig hesitated, taking a step forward as if to check on him, but then stopped, unsure of what to do.

Luca’s heart was pounding in his chest, the sound of his own pulse loud in his ears. Something was wrong — he could feel it deep in his gut. The others might have thought Lance was just being overly cautious or exaggerating the fall, but Luca knew better. He could see the tension in Lance’s body, the way he wasn’t moving his hands, wasn’t trying to get up. The laughter, the easygoing banter — it all felt wrong now, like a distant memory from a different day.

Without a second thought, Luca pulled off his helmet and dropped it to the ground. He sprinted toward Lance, his boots kicking up dirt as he closed the distance. His breath came in quick, shallow bursts, fear gripping him tighter with each step.

“Lance!” Luca’s voice cracked as he called out, panic lacing his words. He dropped to his knees beside Lance, his hands hovering over him, afraid to touch but desperate to do something, anything. “Hey, can you hear me?”

Lance groaned in response, the sound low and pained. He tried to move, to lift his head, but the effort made him wince, and he collapsed back onto the ground. “Ange… I think… I think I broke something,” he gasped, his voice trembling with the effort of speaking. "God this is so fucking embarrassing" He almost laughed, shaking his head at himself.

Luca’s eyes widened as he saw the unnatural angle of Lance’s wrists. His heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to stay calm. “It’s okay, amore,” he said softly, his voice steady and soothing despite the fear gnawing at him. “Don’t move, alright? Just stay still.”

He reached out, his hands gentle as he took hold of Lance’s arms, careful not to cause any more pain. “I’m right here,” Luca continued, keeping his tone light, almost tender. “We’re going to get you fixed up. Don’t worry about anything else.”

Lance winced but tried to smile, though the effort was weak. “I’m such an idiot… I should’ve just said no,” he muttered, frustration and pain evident in his voice. “This is so embarrassing.”

Luca shook his head, brushing a few strands of hair from Lance’s forehead with a feather-light touch. “Don’t say that,” he murmured, his tone full of affection. “You were amazing out there. You tried something new, and that’s more than anyone could ask for. We’ll laugh about this later, okay?”

The others, realizing the severity of the situation, quickly gathered around. Marco’s usual bravado had melted away, replaced by a concerned frown. Pecco’s earlier smirk was long gone, his face serious as he looked down at Lance. Franky, Cele, and Mig stood a little further back, their expressions grim.

Marco knelt down beside Luca, his voice low and urgent, afraid to freak Lance out. “We need to call an ambulance. He might have broken both his wrists.”

Luca nodded, but his focus remained on Lance. “Marco, can you make the call?” he asked, his voice still calm but carrying an underlying edge of urgency.

Marco fumbled for his phone, his hands trembling slightly as he dialed. “They’re on their way,” he said after a moment, his voice tense. “They’ll be here soon.”

Luca turned his attention back to Lance, who was starting to look a little pale. He kept his hands on Lance’s arms, not moving them but offering a constant, reassuring presence. “Hey, look at me,” he said gently, trying to keep Lance focused. “We’re going to get you to the hospital, and they’ll take care of everything. Just keep breathing, okay? You’re doing great.”

Lance’s breathing was shallow, each inhale a struggle against the pain, but he nodded slightly. The fear that had gripped him when he first hit the ground was slowly ebbing away, replaced by the comfort of Luca’s voice, the warmth of his touch. Even through the pain, there was a sense of relief that Luca was there, calm and unshakable.

Luca smiled down at him, his eyes full of warmth and affection. “We’ve got you, Lance. You’re going to be just fine,” he whispered, leaning in closer so Lance could hear him clearly. “Just keep your eyes on me.”

The sound of approaching sirens cut through the air, growing louder with each passing second. Luca didn’t look away from Lance, didn’t let go of him even as the paramedics arrived and started to work. He stayed right there, his voice a constant, soothing presence, guiding Lance through the pain, through the fear.

As the paramedics carefully moved Lance onto the stretcher, immobilizing his wrists with practiced precision, Luca kept talking to him, his tone light and reassuring. He climbed into the ambulance beside Lance, holding his hand the entire time, his touch gentle and steady.

The other riders watched as the ambulance sped away, their faces a mix of guilt and worry. The ranch, once filled with the sounds of laughter and the thrill of racing, now felt quiet and empty, the weight of what had happened settling heavily over them. But even in the midst of their concern, there was a quiet respect for Luca’s calm, for the way he’d held it together when Lance needed him most.

The ambulance ride to the hospital had been tense, but Luca never let go of Lance’s hand, his calm presence a constant source of comfort. As they arrived at the emergency room, the paramedics quickly wheeled Lance through the double doors, the cool, sterile air of the hospital a stark contrast to the hot, dusty ranch. Luca stayed close, his heart racing, but his demeanor steady.

Nurses and doctors took over, assessing Lance’s injuries with swift efficiency. They began speaking in medical terms that blurred together in Luca’s mind, but he stayed focused on Lance, squeezing his hand gently every now and then to remind him he was there. Lance’s face was pale, the pain evident in the way he bit down on his lip, trying not to let it show too much. He’d always been tough, but this was different — this wasn’t a race crash; this was a different kind of hurt.

“Okay, Mr. Stroll, we’re going to take you for some X-rays to see the extent of the damage,” one of the doctors said, his tone professional but kind. “We’ll take good care of you.”

Lance nodded, his eyes flickering to Luca, who smiled reassuringly. “I’ll be right here when you’re done,” Luca promised, leaning down to press a quick kiss to Lance’s forehead. “You’re doing great, caro. Just hang in there.”

Lance managed a small, grateful smile before the doctors wheeled him away, disappearing down the hallway. Luca stood there for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched them go. The calm he’d maintained for Lance’s sake was starting to crack, worry seeping through the edges. But he knew he couldn’t let it take over — not yet.

He found a chair in the waiting area, running a hand through his hair as he tried to steady himself. The hospital was busy, the constant hum of activity around him almost soothing in its familiarity. He’d been in places like this before, with racing accidents and close calls, but this felt different. This was Lance, his Lance, and the thought of him in pain, of him being hurt, was almost too much to bear.

Time seemed to drag on as he waited. Every few minutes, he checked his phone, responding to the messages from the academy boys, who were anxiously waiting for updates. They all felt guilty, even though no one could have predicted what had happened. Luca reassured them that Lance was in good hands, that he’d keep them posted as soon as he knew more.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a doctor approached Luca. “Mr. Marini?” he asked, recognizing him from the emergency room earlier. Luca stood up quickly, his heart leaping into his throat.

“How is he?” Luca asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

The doctor gave him a reassuring smile. “Lance has fractured both of his wrists,” he explained, “but the fractures are clean, and we’re optimistic that with proper treatment and rest, he’ll make a full recovery. We’ve set the bones and put casts on both wrists. He’s going to be sore for a while, and he’ll need some help with day-to-day things, but he’ll be okay.”

Luca let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, relief flooding through him. “Can I see him?”

“Of course,” the doctor replied. “He’s just coming out of anesthesia, but you can go in. He’ll be in some pain as he wakes up, but we’ve got him on medication to help manage it.”

Luca nodded, thanking the doctor before heading down the hallway to Lance’s room. When he entered, the sight of Lance lying in the hospital bed, his wrists encased in white casts, brought a fresh wave of emotion. But Luca pushed it down, focusing on the relief that Lance was going to be okay.

Lance’s eyes fluttered open as Luca approached, his gaze a little unfocused from the lingering effects of the anesthesia. When he saw Luca, a small, tired smile tugged at his lips. “Hey,” he croaked, his voice raspy.

“Hey, you,” Luca replied softly, pulling a chair up beside the bed and taking Lance’s hand — the one that wasn’t too sore — in his. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got run over by a truck,” Lance admitted, his smile fading as the pain began to register. He shifted slightly, wincing as he moved his wrists. “But the doctor said it’s just a few fractures, right? Nothing too serious?”

“Yeah,” Luca confirmed, squeezing his hand gently. “They’ve set the bones, and with some rest, you’ll be back to your old self in no time. But you’ll need to take it easy for a while. No more trying to show off, okay?”

Lance huffed out a weak laugh. “Yeah, lesson learned,” he muttered, though there was still a hint of self-reproach in his tone. “I’m sorry, Luca. I should’ve been more careful.”

“Don’t apologize,” Luca said firmly, leaning in closer so that Lance could see the sincerity in his eyes. “You did your best, and that’s all that matters. I’m just glad you’re okay. I was so worried.”

Lance looked at him for a long moment, the weight of his own fears and guilt slowly easing under Luca’s gentle gaze. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “For everything.”

“Always,” Luca murmured, brushing a soft kiss against Lance’s knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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welcome to a little world i like to call "me and sage being insane!" @boxboxluckybird

ok so basically. we're crazy and make these boys who've never interacted kiss on the lips! now i'll show you:

lance stroll x luca marini = strollini! theyre so in love >-<

cele vietti + liam lawson + jack doohan = lawhanetti..?

franco colapinto + paul aron = colaron.. idfk leave me alone

oscar piastri + pedro acosta = pedroscar

checo perez + pol espargaro = esperez or smth

i think thats all of them so far. not counting marcmarc, sargecchi, or bearnelli bc we didn't make those 😸💯

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okay. expanding on strollini >-<

-they first met when luca went to the canadian gp 2017 (he was just planning on going to the italian gp but then vale was invited by monster/mercedes so he came along)

-lance scored his first points and luca (in an attempt to be away from vale and people that knew him as vale's brother) ran into lance and congratulated him and they hit it off right away

-later that season he went to the italian gp and again, lance scored points so the canadian joked that luca was his lucky charm

-they got super close super fast (nepo baby bond)

-after the last race of the season lance went back to italy to spend most of the break with luca

-they had just finished dinner and were now walking back to luca's apartment when he randomly asked "be my boyfriend?"

-it was very embarrassing and he was like "nonono im joking like- not really. unless you want to be my boyfriend then like sure but i don't..." and (for once) lance was super calm and just kissed him 😸

-luca became a VERY public lance supporter and was constantly posting pictures of their "friend dates"

-both luca and lance became very well known in the formula/moto world because of eachother

-during the 2018 italian gp lance got in the points again, after this it became a tradition to, no matter the result, spend the night together in italy after the races

-pecco found out about lance and luca first, walking in on them cuddled up together after the moto2 italian gp (that race is like their little thing)

-luca was scared to tell vale for the first like two years of their relationship (though vale had an idea of what was going on) because after vale and marc broke up vale had some very not so nice things to say about marc that werent very nice about him being gay (vale ur gay too..) so luca was convinced he was homophobic

-cele figured it out himself and never told anyone he knew because he didnt care that much

-bez found out in 2020 when they were teammates, it was literally just because he was too stupid to realize "oh they arent just kinda gay best friends theyre like in love"

-vale found out one of the first times lance went to the ranch because luca ended up having a minor crash and lance took him away to tend to his wounds. vale followed a little later and heard lance comforting a crying luca, constantly telling him how much he loves him and how its all going to be okay and he was like "yeah maybe they are gay"

-that night he talked to luca and reassured him everything was fine and vale loved lance because he could tell how happy he made luca

-the rest of the academy boys gradually found out and the more they thought abt it the more it made sense

-lance ended up moving in with luca in late 2019 and was determined to become fluent in italian for his boyfriend (who was already decent with french for him)

-they were first seen (romantically) together at the portugal gp 2021 (lance was there supporting luca then 2 weeks later luca was there supporting lance)

uh and thats all i got rn.

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NEW STROLLINI EDIT

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more strollini

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hear me out.

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more 1018 thoughts.

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lance's first instagram post after him and luca get married

plus them breaking twitter a bit

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ANOTHER strollini edit

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Scrollonso Brainrot Universe!! Part 2

Lance's boys

-Not including Mick, he'll be mentioned later

-With Este and Ollie being teammates in 2025 it makes sense for Lance to get closer to Ollie and eventually start bringing him around the ranch

-Ollie adores Delilah, and really just babies in general but especially that little curly haired toddler

-Este and Ollie will take Delilah for Lance when he's busy with media duties (Luca usually tagging along because these two are inseperable since they got married)

-Once they took Delilah on the drivers parade and half the grid just sat and listened to her talk to them about her Babbo's crazy brother (Vale is the certified crazy uncle)

-Ollie is super childish, he is a baby yk, so he loves when any of the babies ask him to play

-Este takes Antonio around to run errands sometimes because it attracts HELLA BITCHES. and he loves it!

-Delilah spends so much time with Ollie that she's gotten a little baby british accent

Strollini's boys

-Now Lance and Luca are both pretty close to Jack and Mick, hence why they're both of theirs

-Mick isn't allowed to babysit ANYONE (Antonia, Catalina, or Delilah) without Jack's supervision

-These two have probably fucked about 100 times and gotten confused as two gay dads with triplets just as much

-Not too much to say abt them tbh, just crazy

Luca's girls

-Domi and Marta ARE the lesbians of the group and I stand by this

-Marta's pregnant with their little IVF baby who is gonna be the 3rd baby girl of the group

-Yes, Luca WAS engaged to Marta but they both realized they were too gay to function and cried and said sorry and broke it off

-They're 4lifers tho!! Their babies will get on amazingly because I said so

-Marta taught Luca how to do hair, Domi trying to get Lance to let Luca touch Delilah's hair (she got gum stuck in it once when she was 16 months old and Luca shaved her bald so he doesn't trust him)

-There is not a single straight person in my brainrot world and the wags are no acception

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Married Life - Strollini

Lance never thought he would have this.

And he means this. This, right here.

Forget the wedding night. 

He did think he would have one, or multiple ones at that. He thought it would be drunken, and he thought it would lead to a regret-filled morning. Whoever he got married to was supposed to look at him like he was a stranger come the first light of morning. Sometimes he thought it would find him on a ship, other times that he wouldn’t even recognize where he was, sometimes he thought it would happen with the whole world looking at him and smirking. Everyone knew how they felt about him, everyone decided he was undeserving of love the point where Lance had begun to believe it himself.

Once — yeah, just the one time — he thought it could be something like this. Just after Checo married Carola, he dared to think —

And then he told himself not to.

In short, Lance never thought it would come true. Yet, here he is. And here Luca is. And it’s not a ship, and everyone isn't laughing at him; instead, it’s something he can call his. 

Some body he can call his, not that Lance thinks Luca could ever be owned by anybody, or be anything but his own. Luca is strong, he's determined, he's independent, Lance is certain he's perfect.

Still, when the two of them walk into their now shared house, leaving the alcohol and energy of the afterparty at the venue, a wave of joy engulfs Lance to the point where he feels like crying. 

They stand — Lance and Luca — side by side. They nudge their door open and exchange a small smile when it keeps itself steady in its hinges. 

Luca's hand sneaks into Lance's, and God, it’s his right. Their wedding bands might be different, Lance's silver instead of gold, Luca insisted — "We don't need to match, caro." "You're stunning in silver." — but the metal still chills Lance's skin where they meet. It gives Lance a full-body shiver, like that ting of something cold against his warmth is what really drives this home.

Like, wow, fuck, he’s married. To the love of his fucking life, nonetheless. Jesus. Okay. Wow. This is as real as it gets. 

Seconds tick by and they’re still standing there — Luca spooks when they hear Wendy and her babies barking at eachother from the livingroom. 

“Right,” Lance says in reaction like he’s trying to convince himself that the yaps spurred him into action. 

Luca clears his throat. “Did you know, I had to carry Marta back to her table after her heel broke?” Marta? Really? That was the first thing he thought of to spark up a conversation with his new husband.

“That’s funny,” Lance comments dryly, “and I’d love to discuss it later, but maybe don’t talk about your ex five minutes after saying I do .” He considers for a beat. “Unless you were offering?”

Luca turns to him and looks him up and down. “Yeah, I could carry you.”

That makes them both burst into laughter and suddenly it’s easy to take that one extra step. Together, they tumble into their right-now-home. From there, it doesn’t take even take that much to end up on the bed — neither of them is tipsy. Lance didn’t even have a sip of anything, that’s how much he wanted to remember every single little detail of this and burn it into his memory forever, well, just in case, not that he thinks he’ll need it. But they’re married, for fuck’s sake. They’re allowed to tumble and trip and fall on top of each other. 

All of a sudden, Luca's face grows serious. Moonlight being the only source of light, he looks just like he did such a long time ago, with an oxford blur piece of silk in his hand. About to twirl Lance's world and twist it until it’s inside out, upside down. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Luca says reverently, and Lance still can’t believe that somebody should speak to him like this. Like somebody knows that he needs to hear it; like somebody recognizes him for it. 

Giggles die in Lance's mouth, too, and he subconsciously replaces it with a soft, almost unwilling smirk. No idea what to say, though.

Sheepishly, he looks down — his fingers sneak their way onto Luca's thigh. The skin underneath his pants is hot and warms Lance's palm within seconds. “You too,” he says. “You looked beautiful today, Luca. Look beautiful every day, really.”

“Oh, shush,”  Luca urges. “Hey, kiss me instead.”

Lance's smile grows a bit. “Maybe I will if you call me beautiful again.”

“Maybe I will if you kiss me. Mon beau. ”

Palm still on Luca's thigh, Lance leans in. Not like he can help it, anyway. He’s been pulled into Luca's orbit from the moment he heard his name all those years ago, and he’s spent the rest of it leaning in like this, one way or another. And if he’s not the one doing the leaning, it’s Luca chasing it and trying to pull it back, and on and on and on they go like this, always searching for the other’s closeness. 

So, anyway. Wow. First married kiss. 

Tastes like all the others and sparks a very specific hurt down in Lance's stomach just like always, but it’s different all the same.

Don’t get him wrong.

They’ve kissed plenty, and fucked just as much. There’s probably not an inch of the Italian's body that Lance hasn't spent hours worshipping.

But hey, first married kiss. That shit somehow does feel different, anyway.

After a moment of lips on lips, Lance's fingers dig further into Luca's thigh and he deepens the kiss; placing his mouth just so, running his tongue slowly along Luca's bottom lip and then in. 

Luca sighs into it and that’s another full body shiver for Lance. Because yeah, no matter how many times they’ve done this, it takes a touch. It takes a well-placed hand, or their bodies resting against each other, and Lance's there. Lance's ready to go. 

When their tongues finally meet and slide, Lance reciprocates Luca's sigh with a gentle moan. 

“Mhm,” Luca hums in approval and catches Lance's lip between his teeth. And Luxa is so good at this — just exceptional at finding the perfect balance between pleasure and pain, teeth sharp like a jackal, a hint of danger, then retreat before he draws blood. It drives Lance crazy every single fucking time.

Almost on its own, his hand slowly snakes up Luca's thigh until it reaches the warm spot by his crotch. He squeezes and Luca squirms, moves into Lance like he’s a tidal wave. 

“Yeah?” Lance whispers, briefly breaking the kiss.

“Oh, yeah.” Luca's fingers curl behind Lance's neck and roughly bring him back in. His tongue goes into Lance's mouth in one smooth and languid motion and God, if they weren’t sitting. Lance's knees would fucking buckle. 

And then, well, fuck — Luca's right hand, the wedding band now warm from the friction, moves. From the nape of Lance's neck, it finds its way towards the front until it covers Lance's throat, and rests there. Doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t put any pressure. But when Luca breaks the kiss on purpose and Lance chases it, that hand stays there still, and Lance feels it now when he gulps. The wave of pleasure richochets down his body and makes his cock twitch. 

“Luca,” he says pleadingly and the hand disappears; runs down his chest instead.

“Yes, piccolo?” Luca asks innocently. 

Lance gulps again. He realizes that his entire body is tense like a bowstring and it’s throbbing with it, begging to be snapped.

“Undress for me, please,” Luca asks.

Luca stands up and starts discarding his clothes item by item. In the end, all he’s left with is his own silver ring, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel like he was dressed enough. The band is, like, somehow the only thing he needs. 

When he sits back down, the linen of their bedding brushing against his skin ever so slightly and making him even hotter and hornier, Luca takes his turn. 

It’s then, as Lance's eyes rake down his freshly naked body, lingering around his stomach, that it truly sets in that this is his, Luca is his forever.

Lance doesn’t need to be told anything now. He leans back and spreads his legs. It’s a desperate invitation and he throws his head back when Luca takes it and his body slides between Lance's thighs. Presses down. Cock against cock, Lance bites back a whimper. 

Luca's mouth is everywhere. 

He leaves a trail of kisses, each one saying mine , starting on Lance's jaw and travelling down. He focuses on his left ribs for a moment, kissing each letter of his tattoo. המזל מעדיף את האמיצים. If it's true, if fortune truly favours the bold then Lance was convinced he had to have been a war hero in his past life because he wasn't getting any richer than this. He then sucks on his hip, leaving a glistening red flower in bloom, and then without warning, he takes Lance in his mouth. 

Just the tip, as if to make Lance see double.

“Fuck,” Lance breathes and his hand is in his own hair, tugging. When Luca's tongue runs the length of the shaft up and down, it’s enough to send Lance writhing. “ Fuck, Luca.”

Luca… leaves. He abandons the Canadians throbbing cock and goes back up, widening the garden with more lovebites on his way. Circling Lance's nipple with his tongue and pinching the other with his now-experienced fingers. With a start, Luca realizes that Lance knows his body inside and out. He knows exactly what to do and which places to tease to drive Lance mad. 

Actually, he knows what will get him a moan, and what will get him a nice onslought of begging, and what will get an orgasm out of Lance, and what will hurt and what will send him into pleasure like he’d never experienced before. Lance's just another book in Luca's library and he can read him any time he pleases. He can do it with his fingers, with his perfect dick, fuck , sometimes just with a well-aimed look. 

Because damn if Lance's not the only one who can say a million things with his eyes. 

“Please ,” Lance huffs out when he can’t take the teasing anymore. He knows, anyway, that this is what Luca's been waiting for. Waiting for Lance to be polite, to use his manners and ask nicely.

Luca's mouth is wet and swollen from kissing and biting, and when he smiles he looks pretty like the devil. 

Maybe to prove a point, or maybe because Lance can read him just as well, Luxa does as Luca said he would.

In one swift motion, no whiff of awkward, he turns them around and positions Lance like he’s just a lightweight until he’s straddling Luca's hips. 

Oh , Lance thinks. Okay. 

Lance slicks his palm with his saliva and closes it around Luca's cock. He pumps it experimentally, mere inches from his own, and he has to lean forward on his free hand when he imagines that that dick’s going to slide into him any moment now and fill him up so good — so good at this angle that he just might scream.

“You do things to me, amour,” he whispers and Luca moans, hips bucking. “Drive me crazy.”

“Have I said,” Luca breathes out in between Lance's pumps, “that you look beautiful?”

Oh, you bastard, you know exactly what to say, don’t you, but - “Just wait until I have you inside me,” he says without remorse, without shame, “I always look my best on your cock, mon beau.”

Luca throws his head back into the pillow and swallows dry. No argument there from his side. 

“Can I?”

“Five minutes ago was too late, Lance,” Luca tells him. “Yes.”

Slowly, carefully, Lance lowers himself onto Luca's slick cock. He gasps as he does every time but it’s a sigh of relief, too. 

Luca's fingers dig into Lance's hips. “So perfect for me, Lancino.”

Lance's breathing never evens as he sits down fully, both palms splayed over Luca's chest. “You for me,” he insists with his eyes closed.

They kiss again, but it’s awkward and sloppy because Luca is dying to move and Lance is taking his sweet fucking time. But then, oh God, it’s worth it, because when he finally rolls his hips, the moan that escapes Luca is heavenly. It is genuinely the best sound Lance has ever heard. 

“Do that again,” Luca pleads and somehow, his fingers dig even deeper — enough to leave bruises. 

Lance doesn’t say anything to that — just does as he’s told, because he’s good at that, but only when it’s Luca doing the asking. Except this time he sits up and then he rolls back and forward again, and again, and again, and again. With every movement, the tip of Luca's cock hits his belly and fuck , if he could �� He starts moving faster. 

Their moans create their own orchestra, layered over each other like some sort of weird operatic piece of genius, and Lance loses himself in it.

Luca feels perfect inside of him, somehow always better than he imagines it will be, even though he’s been fucked by him time and time again; fucked tenderly and fucked roughly and fucked over and over again until he was laying in his own come, and, yeah. You get the fucking gist. This is not his first rodeo, but it might as well be.

“Come here,” Luca commands now and Lance goes, he'd go anywhere for Luca. “Touch yourself for me.”

Lance stills on his knees, closing his eyes and wrapping his fingers around his cock. Luca holds him, yeah, there will definitely be bruises on Lance's hips, no doubt about it, and as he has Lance suspended, he starts thrusting. He drives into Lance and shit, Lance's muscles are already starting to spasm and protest. 

“Luca,” he says to his husband. It’s a curse, a plea, a question. 

“Yes,” Lance responds softly, lips littering the Canadians skin with kisses, never letting them get too far. Just being inside Lance wasn't enough. “You can come,” he confirms, “for me.”

“Fuck, yes , Luca,” Lance cries and spurts all over Luca's stomach, body clenching; dizzy, spent. He knows Luca is watching and he gives him a show as much as he can, jerking himself through it and letting himself be fucked through it — skin sweaty, small tattoos stretching over his muscles, the whole circus. But when he’s done, his body furls down on top of Luca's.

“Hold on, I’m - hold on, please -”

If Luca wasn’t holding him, Lance wouldn't be able to. But Luca does — his arms wrap around Lance's middle like vines and he pulls him close, fucking him still; erratic, fast, so good .

Lance is biting into Luca's shoulder when Luca grunts, low and deep, and comes. He’s buried so deep inside Lance it’s almost impossible and yet Lance is proud , and happy, and if Luca turned him around and decided to go again without ever pulling out, he would fucking take it.

Take it like a champ. Like the good boy he is for Luca.

But Luca doesn’t do that — instead, they hold each other and they both shiver in the aftermath. Calm settles over the dark room, and the moon seems to have gone behind a cloud. There’s nothing but their rapid breathing, and even that is slowly calming down. 

Eventually, Luca pulls out — drawing a sharp inhale out of Lance who’s still sensitive. They settle back, though, legs entwined, holding on.

“Good?” Luca asks eventually. 

Lance nuzzles Luca's neck with the tip of his nose. “Mhm,” he laughs. “Really good.”

“So this is married life, huh?”

“It’s not that different from yesterday,” Lance replies, fingers rubbing circles into Luca's skin. He’s not even pretending to not be chuffed about it.

Lucq only gives a small laugh in return. 

Lance quiets. He wonders, secretly, if Luca's thinking of his previous engagement. There’s stil a part of him — and some days, he feels real guilty about it — that fears comparison. Even now, after what they just did, Lance finds himself thinking about whether it feels in any way the same as it had with Marta. His brain says no, but his heart pumps just a bit faster for it, anyway.

“I can hear you thinking,” Luca murmurs. “Care to share?”

Lance bites his lip. He’s been better about this, he knows, but… Fuck.

“I guess I just always thought my wedding night would be… different. In a bad way,” he adds quickly. “Like it would be a drunk night kinda thing and in the morning, they’d just look at me like… like they didn’t really mean it.”

Lance sighs. “When I proposed to Marta — okay if I mention my ex fianceè? Now that you're my husband.” Lance nods against Luca's shoulder. “Okay. Well. When I was engaged to Marta, it felt like I was a balloon. And somebody tied me to a chair. It was a lovely chair! But it’s no life when you’re tied to a chair, is it?”

“Suppose not. Maybe if you were tied to a bird, or a boat.”

“Right,” Luca chuckles, “but this doesn’t feel that way, Lancino. I love this. I love us . Listen.” Luca's forefinger nudges Lance's chin up until they’re looking at each other. “I am never, ever going to look at you like that.”

“Good. Cause neither am I.” Another beat in Lance's chest, but steadier, calmer. “So come the first light of morning and you see me here with a wedding ring and all, what will you think?”

There’s a glint in Luca's eyes that’s almost mischievous. “That we should go to sleep,” he says easily.

“Oh? I’m about ready to take a nap now , mate. That was a workout.”

“Nope.” Luca sits up on the bed and tugs at Lance's arm. “Let’s go skinny dipping. And jump over fires. Aaaand have sex again. And let’s do something stupid. It’s our wedding night. ”

Well, okay, it doesn’t take a lot to get Lance hyped for doing something stupid. “I could have Marco's weird friends pierce my nipples or something! Or we could get matching tattoos.”

“Yes,” Luca agrees, huffing out another laugh. He presses a sloppy, smacky kiss on Lance's mouth. “But whatever stupid thing we do, Lance. Come the first light of morning? I’m just going to think that this is it. And we’re just going to be us.”

Yeah. 

Lance never thought he would have this. 

But he does, and will, for the rest of their lives, until death do them apart or whatever the fuck else.