#strolly

[raapija]

Hottest couple in professional sports

[f1-disaster-bi]

Mafia AU, my all time fave 🤩, this screams Lance/Lando to me but

When their partner comes from a fight, all injured, with a smile because they won. But they are not happy, because what the actual heck?

^^“Tell me you did not go to a fight without me.” “I don’t need you to protect me.” “It’s not about protection-“ “I don’t want to hear it.” (Angsty🤩🙌🏽)

Oooo this does scream them!! I couldn't quiet manage angsty for this but I hope you still like it!

"Tell me you didn't get into a fight without me" Lance didn't think it would ever get easier to see Lando like this; lip split, knuckles bruised, blood staining the collar of his shirt and his teeth. He liked that his husband was as dangerous as he was underneath. It sent a shiver down Lance's spine knowing that Lando could and would handle anything life threw at him, especially in this life, but what he couldn't get used to was times like this. Times where Lando got into trouble and Lance couldn't help him. It would never not hurt to have to hear second hand that his love was hurt, or had been in trouble, and that Lance hadn't been there. Even now, years down the line, Lance hated this as he held Lando's chin gently between his fingers. He turned his head gently, inspecting every cut and scrape as Lando rested a hand against his chest. "I don't need you to protect me", Lando whispered softly as he stared at Lance. His fingers clenched in the material of Lance's shirt just a little. Just enough that Lance felt the movement as he leaned in to press a kiss to each little mark on his husband's face as if the kisses would melt them away. "I know you don't", Lance muttered back, moving his hands to cup Lando's face properly so he could look into his husbands eyes as he spoke, "I love you. I know you can handle yourself. This is not about pro-" Lando shushed him softly. His arms wrapped themselves loosely around Lance's waist, tugging him closer until their foreheads were pressed together. Lance let his eyes close. He breathed in the familiar, comforting scent of Lando's shampoo and cologne mixed with sweat and blood. "I don't want to hear it", Lando whispered, just holding him close, "Just, hold me" Lance didn't need to be asked twice. There was nothing on this Earth that he wouldn't do for Lando. He was his everything, and there was nothing that would stop him from giving his love everything. "I've got you", Lance promised because it was the truth as he dropped his hands from Lando's face to hold him closer, "I've always got you"

[rickybaby]

The Montreal track is similar to MIAMI. Do you see what I see?

[f1-birb]

for @f1-disaster-bi, a silly thing I wrote set in her mafia au

Lando wakes up slowly, still feeling groggy as he tries to wade through the leftover haze of sleep. His eyes ease themselves open, vision blurry until he blinks the world into focus and sees Lance standing at the end of his bed, arms folded tightly across his chest and mouth pulled into a frown.

Lando groans.

"Don't you fucking groan at me you little shit."

Lando groans again to be childish and then pouts at the much lighter than it probably should have been smack to his blanket covered foot.

"You're a trouble magnet and very annoying."

He blinks big eyes at his husband, looking up through his lashes juts his bottom lip out a little bit further. He counts to three and fights back the smug grin as Lance sighs and comes to sit in the chair near the head of the bed.

"In my defence," he watches Lance's eyebrows creep closer to his hairline, "what was I meant to do? Let him shoot up the supermarket?"

"That's so not the point. You didn't tell anyone you were going out." Lance huffs.

"I am more than capable of getting myself ice cream, thank you husband of mine."

Lance's eye twitches and Lando reaches out with his good arm to offer his hand. That's when he notices the thin bandage wrapped around the skin below his elbow.

Lance suddenly looks guilty, bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

"What. The fuck. Is that?" Lando breaks up the question, squeezing Lance's fingers tighter and tighter and eliciting a wince.

"Nothing. There was something on the ground of the shop, cut you, you wouldn't have noticed with the adrenaline."

Lando yanks on Lance's arm sharply and hisses, "Liar liar, pants on fire. What the fuck, Lance?"

"ImighthaveaskediftheycouldputatrackerinyousothatIcan'tloseyoueveragain..."

Lando blinks. Lance sighs and opens his mouth to repeat himself, knowing it'll be Lando's demand but he isn't expecting the nasty little pinch to the thin skin on the back of his hand.

"Do not put trackers in people, what the fuck is wrong with you?!"

[significant-narratives]

mitch yapping at the ref do they hear anything besides high pitched squeaking

[grossillygirl]

Moot gonna be the virgin surgeon and give you an intensive operation.

HAHAHAHHA WHAT DOES THIS MEANN

[dickinfectionbez]

no i am not explaining anything.

[overmarr]

I know how few shippers of this ship exist, but thanks to my friend, now I'm one of them too and I want to share this little piece for our mermaid AU. Shark Lance is literally all that occupies my mind 😅

[myanmardoesnotexist]

If we follow this pipeline Lewis should go to Aston after Ferrari. And then Lance collects yet another middle aged man

[raapija]

"Yeah, Lance is cooked, no way Aston will sign him for next year"

Lance: *reveals yet another new sponsor deal* 🤭🤭

[f1-disaster-bi]

Lance / Lando after the race please

I've missed writing these two 🥺

Lando's hands were shaking a little where they were fisted in Lance's shirt as he held the other close. The younger man wasn't talking. He had his face burried in Lance's neck, just breathing in short, stuttering breathes that tickled Lance's skin. If he felt the odd drop of moisture against his skin, Lance didn't say anything because he knew words couldn't sooth this ache. All he could do was hold Lando close, folding the younger man into his own body. He used his broader frame to make the other feel safe. His own hands rested under Lando's hoodie on the warm skin of his back. He rubbed soft, soothing circles into aching muscles and just let Lando lean on him. He wished he could do more. He wished he could rip into the team for the way they had spoken to Lando over the radio. He wished he could block out the hate that was probably being spewed in his comments like it was every other day. Lance couldn't erase everything that had happened today, but he could hold Lando together until he was strong enough to piece himself back together. "I'm so tired", Lando whispered as he pulled back from his hiding place. His eyes were red rimmed and his curls a mess, and all Lance could do was lean in and kiss his forehead softly as he moved on arm to wrap protectively around Lando's shoulders. "I know baby, but I've got you", Lance promised, words whispered against Lando's temple as he pressed another there, "Love you" Lance couldn't see Lando's little smile as he tucked his face back into Lance's shoulder but he could feel it as Lando gripped him closer. "Love you too"

[rickybaby]

But they are talking about the airport in Bologna, and don't we already know that he was there to drive cars at Mugello?

For all we know he could be going to AM. They have money and Honda and Fernando re-signing so early on in the season???

[f1-birb]

little sneak peek of something i'm working on for @f1-disaster-bi <3

“Sorry, muffin, we were sold out by eleven today.”

Lando does his best not to pout, but he knows he must fail if the look on Martha’s face is anything to go by. He lets her cup his cheek, laughing along when she then fusses over the smudge of frosting her thumb leaves across his cheekbone.

“Any chance you've got one cooking in the back I can come back for in an hour?” He makes his eyes big, fluttering his eyelashes in the way he knows his boss adores.

“Nope, we had three out today and they're all gone. I can get you literally anything else?”

He flutters his eyelashes again, biting at his bottom lip in the expression he knows normally lets him get away with pretty much anything, usually him being late to work. “The recipe for the chocolate cake?”

“No way, muffin, you know that's a secret and after that first day you don't get anywhere near my kitchen.” Martha taps him on the nose, laughing when he goes cross-eyed to watch her finger.

Lando sighs, a huge exaggerated thing, slumping his shoulders just to make her laugh more. “What am I meant to do then? It's Lance’s birthday and it's his favourite, I can't not get him his favourite cake on his birthday!”

[kaychen666]

I love strolly poly🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[vivwritesfics]

Could you pretty please write some more mafia!Lance Stroll pretty please 🙏🙏 (I am in the trenches, why is my fav so unpopular 😔😔)

Pls send more mafia Lance I love him so much

Her boyfriend was big and bad, always wearing a far too expensive suit, always carrying at least two guns, always with someone else's blood on his shirt.

So why the fuck was he calling himself Lancey Stolly?

It had her giggling as Lancey Strolly, as he called himself, pulled her closer, settling her on his lap as he pressed kisses to her face. To her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. Anywhere he could reach.

Her giggles were music to his ears. Giggles he was the cause of. Him, this big bad killer that so many people were afraid of. Only she got to see this side of him, only she got to giggle when his fingertips touched her skin his girl.

She had her head thrown back in a laugh, leaning back in her arms, when Lance straightened up. "Baby," he mumbled, and she looked up at him, her giggles paused.

"I love you."

They said it to each other far too often, but it was true. Lance really did love her with everything he had. He couldn't imagine his life without her.

"Lancey," she whispered, tugging gently at his hair as she leaned forward to kiss him.

She would have kept him there all night if sue could have. But Lance still had work. He had a weapons shipment to oversea, and his father would have killed him if he missed it.

He stood up, her still in his arms, his lips still against hers. "I gotta go," he whispered against her lips.

She pouted as she kissed him again. "Love you, Lancey," she mumbled as she unwrapped her legs from around his waist.

It was always a worry that Lance wouldn't make it back to her. But she couldn't think like that as she watched him go.

Her was her Lancey Strolly. And Lancey Strolly always made it back to his girl.

[ace-race-ace]

Lancey Strolly my beloved