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Ts so real because I love this team but we lack sooo much and I won't be caught dead wearing that ugly ahh merch

Hi! what you are about to read is a non-important but necessary (for me) rant about Aston Martin, if you are not feeling like it please skip the post.

I love my team, and I'll never stop loving them, however,

WHY ARE WE SO UGLY! LIKE, WE HAVE THE UGLIEST MERCH EVER!!! AND WE NEVER DO SPECIAL LIVERIES FOR ANYTHING!!

EVEN STAKE KICK SAUBER HAS ALTERNATIVE LIVERIES!!!

I know the priority is that the car goes fast, but it's not like we are achieving that either!!! like, you cannot be bad at both.

We have the ugliest, less entertain, less functional website, THEY AREN'T EVEN SENDING DRIVER CARDS!!!!

I GOT A HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMAIL FROM WILLIAMS! I didn't even know I was subscribed to their email. BUT NOTHING FROM AM.

Like, I know there ain't many of us, but PLEASE still care about the few that are here.

I have a blast watching the others teams socials and activities or podcasts and challenges or their dynamics. AND WE DO NOTHING, WE ARE THE ONLY ONES THAT DO NOTHING!!

At some point we did these things, BUT IT'S BEEN 2 YEARS SINCE THERE HAS BEEN ONE OF THESE THINGS.

THIS IS WHY THERE ARE 10 OF US, we do nothing to make ourselves attractive. We have nothing going for us, no results, no history, no commentary, no style, no fun activities, NOTHING.

EVERYONE seems more fun than us and prettier than us. no exceptions.

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Relax bro, aint nobody taking him from u

(jk, i will take him)

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It makes me really sad that i could never pull Lance because im not a short old man 😪😪

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I low-key feel myself being entranced by gabrico

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if you're writing and find yourself thinking 'this is too weird/gross/offputting/esoteric/ambitious/catered to my specific interests + sure to push away a broader audience' that is the devil speaking and it is a lie. you are already firmly on the right path and you need to double down

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*Every team fighting for points/the championships*

The Sauber side plot:

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Lance: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.  Fernando: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to train.  Lance: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

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same age gap btw

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strollonso double date with whoever the hell Aston and Martin are

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Alonso finally got points omg and at his home race!!!

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I hope he recovers

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Mi Lance noooooooo

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✨️ omega mom and omega son ✨️

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AN: Hi, I’m back with my fics that absolutely no one but me asked for lol.

W: the HP universe doesn’t belong to me, and none of this has anything to do with real people. English isn’t my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!

CARE

Slytherin Alonso x Slytherin Lance

Lance stares at the box on his desk like it might morph into a creature and bite him — which, at Hogwarts, is entirely within the realm of possibility.

Esteban watches his friend and can practically see Wrackspurts whispering atrocities into Lance’s ears. With a dramatic wave of his hand, he shoos them away, breaking the Slytherin out of his near-trance.

“Aren’t you going to open it?” he asks, chin propped on his hand, eyes sharp.

“What if it’s a Howler?” Lance shoots back, like a verbal explosion is just another Tuesday for him.

Esteban frowns. “Why would someone send you a Howler as a gift?”

“It’s happened before.” Lance shrugs, and the casual way he says it makes Esteban want to hurl the box out the window.

He remembers the scene vividly: the scarlet envelope tearing through the Great Hall air, screaming insults about the Stroll family while half the students stared and the other half pretended not to. Lance, unfazed, calmly eating jam-covered toast like he wasn’t being publicly shredded. But his eyes… his eyes had shimmered with restrained rage and something more painful.

Esteban sighs. “Okay. But this box has a ribbon. And a fancy seal. It’s literally the opposite of a Howler.”

Lance hesitates. The ribbon is thin, dark green. Elegant. There’s something… intentional about it. Like whoever wrapped it knew exactly what they were doing.

He unties the bow.

Inside the box sits a small piece of candy, nestled in translucent wax paper. White chocolate with pistachio crumbles on top. One bite. Maybe two. Handmade.

Lance pales.

“It’s pistachio.”

Esteban leans in, curious. “That’s a Muggle thing, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Lance’s voice comes out low. “I had one of these once. When I visited my cousins in Montreal. My uncle brought it from this tiny shop… right in the middle of Old Town.”

“You told me about that trip,” Esteban says slowly, the pieces clicking. “You said it was the best sweet you’ve ever had.”

Lance nods, still staring at the gift like it might explode.

“There’s no note,” he mutters. “Nothing.”

Esteban raises an eyebrow. “So who hates you enough to send imported fancy pistachio candy and not sign it?”

Lance closes the box again, carefully. The silence between them thickens.

“Maybe it’s just a prank,” he says, like he’s trying to convince himself. “Or someone thinking I deserved a treat after… I don’t know. Some stupid bet.”

“Right. Because it’s totally normal for random students at school to know your hyper-specific favorite childhood Muggle dessert.”

Lance doesn’t answer. Just stores the box away with a care that contradicts his tone.

Esteban watches him a moment longer. He wants to say names. Wants to say his name. But he doesn’t. Because he knows Lance won’t even consider the possibility.

Fernando Alonso is a mystery to almost everyone. To Lance, he’s just the Slytherin prefect — older, always hovering on the edges, always watching with that unreadable expression. They’ve never been close. Hardly exchanged words. Just looks. And looks, Lance has learned, are easy to forget.

Even when they burn.

The corridor is nearly empty — except for Lance, walking fast with his bag slung over one shoulder and his eyes fixed on the stone floor — and for him, coming from the other direction.

Fernando Alonso.

Slytherin prefect. Seventh year. Quiet steps. Steady posture. Eyes impossible to read.

They spot each other almost at the same time, but neither slows down.

Lance could dodge. Could slip into the nearest classroom and pretend he forgot something in Potions. But he doesn’t.

And Fernando… Fernando keeps pace. Like he already knows Lance won’t avoid him.

They pass each other without a word.

But there’s a moment. Brief. Charged. Enough.

Fernando looks directly at Lance. Not in an aggressive way — there’s not a trace of judgment. But there’s no smile either. It’s a look… full. Dense. Like he knows something Lance hasn’t figured out yet.

Lance meets his gaze. Just for a second. But it’s enough to make his stomach twist. Why? He doesn’t know. It’s just Alonso. It’s always been just Alonso.

When they’ve already walked past each other by three meters, Fernando speaks.

No turning. No stopping.

“Are you okay?”

Lance freezes.

The tone is neutral. Calm. But not hollow.

He hesitates.

“Sure,” he replies, forcing his voice to sound disinterested.

Fernando only gives a barely-there nod and keeps walking.

Lance doesn’t turn around to look.

But the question echoes much longer than it should.

Over the next few days…More boxes. More sweets. Never the same twice.

One with salted caramel and pecans. Another with passionfruit filling. A buttery cookie with chocolate chips — no mint, just as Lance despises. A soft lemon cake.

All perfectly wrapped. All silently delivered: on his bed, in his folder, on his dorm window, once even tucked into the pocket of a coat he’d forgotten he’d lent someone.

Esteban stops pretending not to notice.

“If it’s a stalker, at least they have impeccable taste.”

Lance tries to laugh. But he’s not sure anymore if he’s scared, flattered, or confused. Maybe all three.

Because every detail is too personal. Too specific.

But what truly haunts him is not knowing who.

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The Lance stroll hate in the past few days a has been insane, it feels worse than Brazil last year. The fact that people complain about hate for other drivers yet ignore it happening to Lance is saddening. I wish people would stop assuming everyone hates him and thats Hes always p20 or crashing. It’s like all common sense is gone the second it’s cool to hate on Lance.

The worst part is that this can happen to any driver, I couod find clips to manipulate the perspective so that a driver looks like they are unfit for the sport.

But it also shows how little understanding of bias and manipulation the f1 community has, we are taught in school to check the sources used, that media can be manipulated, people have bias (more hate means more money) yet fans fall for it all the time. This is about Lance but also for all fans are drivers please check what you are consuming and where your knowledge of a driver comes from. Fans always have a bias and content creators don’t know everything about each driver. F1 news sources are not accurate either because they are searching for views which will give them money.

I do hope this hate passes soon even though I know it won’t go away.

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Every single time I see people hating Lance it's the same excuse about his bad attitude when that's not true. People just refuse to actually look into his character and it's sooo annoying. all the drivers have been nasty at points. There people, that's normal but they act like Lance being reserved with the media and weary of fans (and with good reason some are so disrespectful) is the worst thing to ever exist in the sport. He doesn't owe them anything and especially not when they hate on him so openly. And even if they didn't he doesn't have to interact with them if he just doesn't want to. I'm not saying Lance is the best driver on the grid because he is not but saying he's bringing down a rising team when he's the only one with points for said team is actually so ignorant. One mistake and everyone wants to act like he can't drive at all. They have so much hate for a driver they don't even care enough to look into. They make videos dedicated to trashing a simple mistake that did almost nothing ( Leclerc literally goes back out, it did more damage to Lance) and that if it was done by another driver everyone would just agree it was an accident and move on.

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Guys, it was a mistake Why is everyone hating agian🥀