#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?

[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

[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

[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.

[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???

[ace-race-ace]

Lancey Strolly my beloved

[overmarr]

Little romantic moment from the shark-mermaid AU (I already posted something for this AU)

[kevyeen]

Lancey Strolly they could never make me hate you.

[eksvaized]

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After his date with you, Simon made a firm promise to himself to avoid impulsive actions and reckless behaviour. However, by Friday evening, he was overwhelmed by restlessness. The thought of you spending time with another man while he sat at home was unbearable, so wanting to see if his hypothesis about Matt being the reason you were busy today, he decided to pay you a visit.

To his disappointment, he saw Matt’s car parked in your driveway when he reached your house. His heart sank. He pulled out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. While smoking, he contemplated what to do. He knew the sensible thing would be to turn around and walk away, someplace else. However, his jealously anchored him down, keeping him in place.

By the time he lit a third cigarette, he had made a comprise with himself. He realised he couldn’t spend the rest of the night lurking around your home. However, before leaving, he would peek inside and satisfy his hunger for seeing you.

In the shrouded darkness of the late night, he crept into your backyard. His black jacket merged seamlessly with the shadows. The hood of the sweater was pulled low over his forehead, concealing his face. If anyone saw him, he preferred to be mistaken for a prowler or burglar, which wasn’t uncommon in this neighbourhood.

With an intensity that could only be described as eagerness, Simon scanned each window of the house, his eyes darting from one to the next. A wave of disappointment washed over him. Every window, without exception, was dark; the curtains were drawn tight to block out any prying eyes. Simon’s frustration grew, and his chest tightened. However, after what felt like an eternity, his eyes landed on the kitchen window, which had no blinds on it. He realised that if he angled himself just right, he could see into your living room.

You were sitting on the couch, legs crossed, with Matt beside you. There was an open bottle of wine and two empty glasses on the coffee table. Simon clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stop grinding his teeth for fear they might shatter. He noticed Matt’s arm snaking around your shoulders, drawing you in closer. You didn’t push him away.

Initially, you two just appeared to be talking and drinking. Nothing more. But the longer Simon stood there watching, his face inches away from the window, his breath fogging up the glass, the worse it got. Matt’s hands never left your body. He kept brushing his fingers over your skin, his digits tracing your jaw before he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. You laughed, said something, and then looked away. When you turned your gaze back to Matt, he leaned in and kissed you.

Simon had to close his eyes for a moment. The wind was frigid, threatening to make him shiver. However, the burning rage, jealousy, and possessiveness coursing through his veins kept him warm.

A kiss was something Simon could let you have. He could tolerate you kissing other men while you were still not officially together. But it wasn’t enough for Matt, who stood up and offered his hand for you to take. Simon couldn’t see your expression, but whatever Matt had uttered as his lips brushed lightly against the shell of your ear made you nod your head. Your fingers intertwined with his, allowing him to pull you up. You and Matt vanished from Simon’s sight. When the light switched on upstairs and two shadows merged into one, Simon knew Matt had taken you to your bedroom.

The desire to wreak havoc consumed Simon, yearning to unleash his pent-up anger through destruction. He intended to make Matt regret even thinking that he could have you. Matt had no right to touch you or be in your bedroom. Simon was supposed to be the one you wanted to spend the night with.

Something flipped in Simon, like a switch, unlocking and realising the darkness that had been lurking in the corners of his consciousness. He was too emotionally charged to think clearly. He spent the remainder of the evening strolling down the empty street. As he reached the end of it, he would turn back, heading towards your house again, only to find himself repeating the process. Each time he would notice Matt’s car still parked in the driveway, it would serve as a stark reminder that he was still inside your home, still in your bed.

Simon, clutching his last cigarette, pressed his body against a tree, concealed in shadows where a broken lamppost left the street dark. He was smoking and waiting, his intense gaze fixed on the front door of the house. As it creaked open, Matt slipped out, his footsteps punctuating the eerie silence of the night. For a brief moment, Simon thought Matt might get in his car and drive away. However, even Matt wasn’t reckless enough to do that. Instead, he started walking down the street, wobbling with each step. Simon followed him.

Matt, in his drunken state, failed to notice that someone had their eyes glued to his back. He even forgot to lock the door of his house, in front of which now Simon found himself standing as his fingers coiled tightly around the handle. There was a muted voice in his head, urging him to leave before he did something he might regret. He was about to listen to it, thinking that instead of lingering here, he should stop by your house on the way home, and see whether you made sure to lock your front door.

However, as soon as he thought of you, a flood of vivid images invaded his mind - images of you with Matt, of him taking you to your bedroom, and the sounds from your bedroom window - low moans, hungry grunts, and desperate whimpers. After drawing a shaky breath and feeling the cold metal of the door handle in his hand, he made his decision.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside Matt’s home.

Aside from the dim glow emanating from the kitchen, and a faint light at the end of a long hallway, where Simon predicted the bedroom was, the rest of the house was shrouded in darkness. Simon moved slowly towards the ajar door. His heavy boots made no sound with each step. He could hear Matt pacing around the room.

Simon had no idea what he was doing. However, as doubts began to surface, he quickly dismissed them. A moment of hesitation crossed his mind, but he found himself past the point of retreat when he accidentally kicked a pair of shoes, which he failed to see in the dark. Now, after alerting Matt of his presence, Simon can't leave.

“Who’s out there?” Matt called out, trying to sound confident, but Simon detected uncertainty in his voice.

Simon came to a halt in front of the bedroom door. He tensed his body, his muscles coiled as he straightened his back. In an attempt to remain calm, he took a slow, deep breath, allowing the air to fill his lungs before exhaling and clearing his turbulent mind. When the door finally swung open, time seemed to stop, creating a moment of eerie stillness. Matt’s eyes, wide and filled with fear, fell on the tall, imposing figure standing in front of him. After coming to his senses, he took a big step back, his hand instinctively reaching out to grasp the door, his fingers curling around it. Matt tried to shut the door, but Simon, having expected this, didn’t hesitate and stuck his foot inside, preventing him from doing so. Despite Matt throwing his entire weight against the door, his heels digging into the ground, Simon, with a surprising amount of ease, pushed the door fully open, causing Matt to fall backwards and land on his back as Simon stepped inside.

In a desperate attempt to protect himself, Matt tried to roll over and distance himself from Simon. But before he could stand, Simon leapt onto him. He pressed his knee to Matt’s chest and pinned him down. Simon’s fingers wrapped around the fabric of Matt’s shirt, and he scooped him up by the collar. With swift and precise movement, not holding his strength back, Simon threw the first punch. The sound of it echoing off the room walls.

Matt cried out in pain. His arms flailed around in a futile attempt to defend himself, his fingers desperately trying to grab onto anything that could give him leverage. His legs kicked out, but no matter how much his body trashed around, he wasn’t able to push Simon off of him.

Simon continued his assault. His punches were powerful, each one landing with a force that made Matt’s eyes roll to the back of his head. Ultimately, Matt wasn’t able to bear it all. The pain was too much for him to handle. His consciousness slipped away, and his body went limp in Simon’s bloody hands.

It felt good to beat Matt up, to hear the sickening crunch of his bones, to see his face get smeared with his own blood. But... what now? As the adrenaline began to slowly wear off, Simon returned to a harsh reality where he had to face the consequences of his impulsive actions. He couldn’t leave Matt. If he regained consciousness, the first thing he would do was call the police. Simon didn’t want the authorities to get involved. Because even though Matt had no clue who he was, he didn’t know his name, somehow... something could lead them to Simon, and the last thing he wanted was to be caught.

While his mind worked, trying to come up with a plan on the spot, Simon hauled Matt to the bed. Using a belt he found on the floor, which had been kicked under the bed, Simon tied his hand to the headboard. However, he knew that bounding Matt to the bed wouldn’t be able to keep him down for long. Simon needed time, and the only way to ensure he had plenty of it was to sedate him.

His eyes darted around the room and landed on a bottle of sleeping pills, conveniently placed on the nightstand. Without hesitating, he grounded a handful of them into a fine powder. As he was doing so, Matt began to stir, his low groans of pain echoing in the room as he blinked, trying to recall what had happened. Knowing it was only a matter of seconds before he became alert and started screaming, Simon forced him to drink a glass of water that he had laced with the crushed sleeping pills. He gave Matt three times the standard dose. And soon after that, Matt’s eyes glazed over and he went out like a light.

Simon realised he couldn’t afford to make any errors right now.

Matt couldn’t be left at his house. Simon had to hide him somewhere secure while he planned his next move. He owned a piece of small land on the outskirts of the city. There was a run-down shed, unsuitable for living and mostly used for storing unwanted items; he decided to take Matt here, stick him in the basement and keep him locked until he figured out what to do with him.

Perhaps Matt had a dirty secret, which could be held over his head. Surely, there must be something incriminating about him; all Simon needed to do was dig a little. However, there was one issue with this plan: Simon didn’t have a car. He had no means of discreetly smuggling Matt out of here without being seen. As the night faded and dawn approached, time was running out. If he wanted to take advantage of the cover of darkness, he needed to act swiftly.

Simon left Matt’s house and returned to yours, but he was not there to see you. After making sure no prying eyes were watching and you were asleep (there was no light seeping out of your house, suggesting you weren’t awoke), with the keys he had earlier fetched out of Matt’s jeans pocket, he unlocked the car, which was left in your driveway, and climbed in. His heart was hammering in his chest, but not daring to waste a single second, he started the engine and drove away.

There was a chance that the soft roar of the engine might have stirred you from your slumber, but Simon hoped that if you glanced out of the window and noticed the car’s taillights shrinking in the distance, you would just assume it was Matt.

Simon parked the car in Matt’s garage, which ensured that no one saw how he grappled with Matt, his hands were still tied with a belt, but he kicked, squirmed and protested against Simon’s grip. However, Matt was no match for Simon, so eventually, no matter how hard he tried to escape, Simon managed to dump his flailing body into the trunk. To prevent any further attempts to break free, Simon knocked Matt out.

Simon was behind the wheel, navigating the desolate roads, when Matt woke from his slumber. Simon tried to block the sound of muffled Matt’s voice. Despite being gagged with a piece of cloth to prevent his cries from alerting passersby, Matt was relentless in expressing his fear.

Simon’s mind was a battleground, his desire to quell his thoughts and doubts constantly overshadowed by the relentless voice in his head, growing louder with each passing moment.

Was he making a mistake?

What the fuck was he even doing?

Why?

But, when his thoughts began to spiral out of control too much, an image of you surfaced in his mind, reminding him that he was doing everything because he wanted to keep you safe, ensure your happiness and make your life easier. It was all for you... and if it was for you, no matter how far Simon went or what he did, it was all worth it.

You were worth it.