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I’ve been silent for too long and can no longer bear to keep this inside: @raapija is a good person and deserves many good things.

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hiiiii, did you see the latest f1 quiz where valterri was asked about finnish hockey?? i feel like they thought of you when they made that 😂😂

Just got to watch it !! Omg, Valtteri's questions were so good 🤣

And also Esteban 😭😭💚💚 I'm a Marvel nerd too, so it was fun knowing all the answers as well 😂 I was screamin "TOM HARDY, TOM HARDY" at the screen when he couldn't remember his name

Lance was so intense , he really wanted to win that 😂 Also... I really want to know what the other drivers have as their specialty... AND I HOPE THEY HAVE NANDO DO IT, TOO

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old men scooters 😭

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Hello hello hello!!! This was born because I needed more Nando being besotted and Lance getting some deserved rest, no other reasons. Thank you for reading. Enjoy 💜.

Fernando was starting to feel some not so vague sense of annoyance at himself.

He and Lance were supposed to go on a date, the first one in a while, because their lives were chaotic and busy as hell.

They were both in Canada, Lance staying home, relaxing after a rough start of the season and some previous commitments, while Fernando was there for some sponsor event that absolutely required his presence, not at all having begged for something to do in Canada, granting him an excuse to be near the other man.

But he must have prayed a little too hard, because not only the event had run later than programmed, but it was followed by a long wait in the car due to the heavy traffic.

While he was sitting in the car, he started making a mental list of all the things he would have to do to make it up to Lance.

The young man had been so happy about finally having some time off together. Despite being visibly tired, he had made some plans, and the promise of more to come once they were back home.

It was strange to think about a manor in a forest as a home for Fernando, but it wasn't home, not really, just like his own house in Monaco wasn't. It was Lance that made every single building that they were in a home.

Love-safety-protection.

But right now, he had to think on how to apologise, because Lance must have been mad as hell.

Usually, when Fernando was late, Lance would write him a text every 10 minutes until he arrived. It was his way of annoying him and still making sure he knew he cared.

Now, it had been radio silence the whole evening. He prayed Lance would let him in, even if just to take a change of clothes.

When he finally arrived, he parked the car and went to the front door.

It was strange, because it was getting dark, but he couldn't see any of the lights on.

He started feeling worried. What if Lance was so mad he left? What if he fell and knocked himself out?

He took a deep breath and opened the door.

First things first, he turned on the lights, and he was going to scream Lance's name, when he finally saw the Canadian.

He was lying on his very comfy sofa, asleep and without his shirt on, because on his chest was napping a peaceful looking blonde baby, thumbs in her mouth, wrapped in a blanket, that he recognised as Lance's favourite, and protected by Lance's arm around her. Her cheek rested on his naked skin, seeking his warmth and lulled by his heart beat.

Oh.

Oh.

This tender moment, the softness of niece and uncle bundled together and asleep in the safety of a house Lance promptly opened to Fernando, it was getting to him.

He could almost see Lance with another baby, their hair brown as their eyes, grins mischievous and big smiles, crawling slowly on this same parquet, then running on some sandy beach, speaking fast english then spanish then french then italian, their pale skin easily turned red by the sun.

He could see them starting karting, or hockey, or maybe wanting nothing to do with sports.

He could see them graduating, moving out, having a family of their own, while he and Lance grew old and grey, happy and satisfied and together.

Together. It seemed impossible, but maybe it wasn't, after all.

The thoughts of a home somewhere quiet, a ring and a child filled his mind, and he softly smiled at a future now lying sleeping on a couch.

At that exact moment, the baby girl started waking up, moving her little arms and softly whining.

He could see Lance starting to wake up as well and decided to intervene. He smiled at the baby, picking her up and gently rocking her. He bent over his lover, and left a kiss in his hairline.

"Keep sleeping cariño, I got her" he whispered, melting at the sight of Lance relaxing once more and mumbling something along the lines of "safe with you".

He rose up and walked to the kitchen. There was already a bag for the baby full of clothes and diapers and baby bottles.

"Are you hungry, mi amor, or you didn't agree with waking up, uh? Your uncle is the same, don't worry" he said, while waiting to understand what she needed: that was pretty clear when she put her whole fist in her mouth.

"Hungry it is. Just give me five minutes, and don't eat your hand" he laughed softly, before sitting her on the high chair Lance had stressed over while buying.

He quickly heated up the milk, making sure it wasn't too hot before feeding it to the girl.  She hungrily took it, and made her way through it, almost finishing it all, before pulling away.

Fernando took her up, and started walking, gently tapping her back until she burped. He then cleaned her up, and returned to the living room.

The moment her eyes were on Lance, the baby tried to reach for him.

Fernando giggled and re-wrapped her in the blanket, depositing her once again on his chest.

Instinctively, Lance put his arm around the baby, and their breaths soon synchronised.

Fernando was left once again the only one awake. He decided to wait for Lance to wake up, sitting on the armchair near his head, just at touching distance. He started passing his hand through the younger man's hair, and was rewarded by a deep sigh of happiness.

Date night could wait, when they had a baby to take care of and some well deserved rest to look forward to.

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Freeze 🛑 You’re under arrest for being so lovely. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful 🌈💖✨

Omg, thank you bestie 🤭💚💚

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If I don't answer your messages, replies or asks, I'm sorry 😭

I'm out of town for the weekend and real busy, so I might miss a lot of things :'(

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Prompt?? Request?? Idk what this is but it’s been stuck in my head and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it!!

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Frat boy au where lance is super straight passing and acts really frat bro-y. But it’s Outside POV from another person in the college who assumes he’s probably homophobic and doesn’t treat women well/ all that stereotypical frat boy stuff. They complain abt fratboys all the time to their friends too and it’s this whole known thing in their friend group. Then they see him get into this super fancy car with a hot older man (nando ofc) and is like what’s up with that. Person keeps trying to ironically figure out if lance is part of the mafia or some other mystery. Turns out he’s in a loving relationship with his sugar daddy nando (person sees them kissing at a gay bar one night, among other things 😏) and after that they’re like damn wtf and have a change in perception of lance and can’t shut up about it and tells everyone “did u know lance is gay?!!” Other shenanigans ensue.

Bonus if they become friends in the end and lance tells them all the different ways and places nando fucks him.

I need you to know that this has unlocked something that I have been talking with my irls about for literally a month now. I will write this whole thing for you, but right now please enjoy this snippet and some Lore ™.

Also this may be so uniquely specific that no one will enjoy it, but I need everyone to know this has been my secret passion project for weeks now.

Logan absolutely despises group projects. He especially despises them when he’s partnered with perhaps the worst possible group of people you could be partnered with on an assignment that is responsible for a quarter of their grade. Other than the girl sitting to his left, her blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail, spreading out notes in multi-colored pen and highlighter, their table is the least inspiring of the lot. For one, there’s him, who had barely passed elementary calc. last year and was on his way to failing macroeconomics this semester. But it’s the two sitting across from him that instill a particular sort of dread.

“You going to Rusty’s tonight?” one of them asks, Esteban, tall and lanky and slumped so low in his chair that Logan can almost touch his feet even though he’s clear on the other side of the table.

The other one, Lance, broad and just as long as his friend, shrugs, “I don’t know, man. Getting kind of bored of it.”

Logan watches as Lance takes off his backwards cap long enough to ruffle at his hair before sliding the hat back down onto his head. There’s Greek lettering embroidered along back for some fraternity Logan doesn’t know the letters of, but is sure they’re assholes, nonetheless. He’s seen the way Lance strolls into class enough times, backpack slung over one shoulder, if he even bothers to bring it, his phone in the other. He wears his AirPods during class, which easily outs him as the elitist snob he is – the type of student who’s here partying on daddy’s dime, who wouldn’t know what the term ‘work study’ meant if it ran him over with the  bike Logan knows Lance keeps in the University Village parking lot. Logan couldn’t afford off-campus housing, but he knows Lance can, the bike is always parked in a resident spot.

The girl beside him shifts her notes closer, he turns his attention to her, so he doesn’t have to hear Lance recount his exploits at the local bar that is known for serving underage undergrads.

“You took all of these?” He asks the girl, mildly impressed. Her handwriting is neat, so neat it almost looks unnatural. She’s color coded them, bolded certain words and underlined others. Logan is suddenly ashamed of the chicken scratch in his notebook that’s tucked beneath his arm.

For those that don’t know, Florida Gulf Coast University is a school in Fort Myers (in south Florida, on the opposite coast of Miami). Their big draw is being “close” to the beach, realistically it’s like a 30 minute drive.

They typically attract local kids on scholarship, or rich northerners who are just looking for an easy education. But they do offer a unique golf management degree, and their claim to fame is that they’re sometimes decent in the basketball department (like 1 time in 2015 but they just will not let it go). They also somewhat have a reputation as a party school (tho I think Miami definitely more than them).

Being built predominantly around preserved land, FGCU also has a big “eco-friendly” outlook. So lots of walking paths, a course called colloquium that all students have to take, and the one everyone dreads because you have to walk through the swamp for part of it. Lucky for Lance, he would have attended during the COVID years, and thus could avoid the swamp walk because all courses were virtual.

He’d probably be a member of Alpha Epsilon Pi, the Jewish fraternity on campus. They’re lowkey, but also kind of throw the best parties, off-campus of course because FGCU doesn’t have official fraternity or sorority housing. In this world Lance has definitely drank jungle juice from a trash can with a nozzle cut into the base. He is aware of the existence of “Saturdays are for the boys” flags, frat boy Lance is something that can be both repulsive and endearing.

He has a car, but most the time he opts to take his bike places. Fernando first runs into him when he’s in his bike gear actually, which, you know, hard to resist that. Plus, picture Fernando being Lance’s backpack. Please envision it, it’s a very important image. It’s definitely happened in this universe.

Strollonso beach dates??? Yeah, 100% happened here too. One of the reasons Lance even ends up at FGCU is because of the beach, so you know his ass is there most weekends. He forgets sunscreen frequently, Fernando is used to applying aloe to his back after they’ve spent a long day on the boat. He probably has that sunburned warmth to him like 24/7. He never forgets his sunglasses though, so he also maybe has raccoon eyes.

Oh yeah, and Logan, being a South Florida boy, probably would have attended FGCU too. His tinder profile unfortunately probably does feature a photo of him holding a fish. Just Florida boy things.

Anyway, this maybe is nothing. But if you want to talk more about this au please feel free to message me/send an ask. And I will 100% be ready to ramble more about this ultra specific fic. A chapter coming after keep to the line this weekend maybe.

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Fernando seeing that Lance doesn’t post on his socials and deciding that he will become Lance’s social media manager himself. Boyfriendism.

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Soft launch? That's inexistent for Nando

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This is how I imagine Lance in this btw:

For the pookie au, how did Nando propose? Were Carlos, Oscar and Lando around for it? Did he discuss it with them? Did they help him plan it? I would love to hear your thoughts

[This turned into a whole thing again, so... You're welcome? 😭]

They're all on a family vacation in somewhere like Greece or a Spanish island and at the beach.

Lance is draped in towels and has a sunhat and shades on. He's lounging under a massive umbrella to try and keep his sensitive Canadian skin from burning in the sun. Everyone else is beautifully golden brown and enjoying the beach and sea.

Fernando stumbles over, bringing Lance a new bottle of cold water and slumps down beside him on the sand.

"Here, cariño." he says while giving the water to Lance, who snakes a hand out from underneath the towels and rests the cold bottle against his chest to cool down.

"The guys seem to be having fun." Lance says and they look over towards the shore, where Carlos, Lando and Oscar are trying to drown each other in the shallow water while manically laughing and scaring the other beach-goers.

"My boys." Fernando says proydly. He then digs a loose piece of dried up seaweed from the sand and starts to fiddle with it.

"Next time we go somewhere like Sweden. Or Antarctica. Somewhere cold." Lance quips and takes a swig from the water bottle, enjoying the coldness going down his throat. Fernando humms and keeps fiddling with the seaweed.

"I'm going to get a heatstroke, then burn to a crisp in the sun and ultimately die and you all look so comfortable." Lance nagged. "I don't get it. Is it the Spanish genes? No, Oscar is Aussie... Or is it hot in Australia, too? I don't fucking know... You're all freaks."

"Here," Fernando interrupted his rant and stretches his hand towards Lance. Lance moves his shades up to see what he is offering. "For you."

"For me? What is this?" Lance asked and studies the tiny seaweed creation Fernando had fabricated. He had somehow managed to weave it into a perfect little loop.

"Will you marry me?" Fernando then asked and Lance snorted, amused at the sudden question. It must be a joke, so he laughed and put the seaweed ring on his left ring finger.

"Wow, this is beautiful." the Canadian said, half impressed that it actually fit and half mockingly because it was so dumb.

"I'm serious, Lance." Fernando said with a little more gravity in his voice. "I want you to marry me."

Lance looked at him, eyes big and in shock. But Fernando's expression didn't crack, he was serious. Lance swallowed and then continued:

"Really?"

"Sí, really."

"Okay..."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yeah."

Lance was a bit flustered. He hadn't expected this at all. Sure, he and Fernando had been together for a while, but this? Yeah, it was still sudden. He didn't mind it, though.

"Tomorrow we go buy you a nicer one. Gold. A diamond, whatever you want." Fernando smiled and Lance huffed. Fernando would always buy him something super expensive only for Lance to lose it somewhere or wear it once.

"Buy a nice ring for you, how about that?" Lance said. Fernando chuckled and nodded, climbing back up and dusting sand off his legs and butt. He then leaned down once again to plant a big, wet kiss on Lance's lips and ran off back towards his kids. Lance sunk deeper into the towels around him and looked at the seaweed ring.

"Hmm..." he hummed and trailed a careful finger over it. Married. Sure. That could be fun.

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Where were you when Fernando Alonso announced his marriage to Lance Stroll on his instagram on Thursday, 25th of April, 2024?

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The royal couple meeting their people 💚

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STROLLONSO NATION WAKE THE FUCK UP SHIT IS HAPPENING

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OKAY ???? CANON STROLLONSO EVENT ???

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Me just after opening a Word document

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speaking my truth

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Lance's engineer is so nice ;_; 💚