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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alain Prost/Ayrton Senna, Alain Prost & Ayrton Senna Characters: Alain Prost, Ayrton Senna Additional Tags: Prosenna for the win, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff, i swear it's there, Smut, Porn with Feelings, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Blow Jobs, Masturbation, Orgasm Delay, But just a tiny bit, Classic F1 Chaos Gift Exchange, cottagecore because they are in a cottage, they bicker like a married couple, Bickering, for them this is kinda making love, Making Love, Making Out, Sarcasm, because come on it's them, but also much love Summary:
Waking up in the winter is especially difficult for Alain. He would prefer to die than to admit it, but he hates opening his eyes just to find the sky mostly gray and sometimes with strokes of darkness still dragging themselves around, fighting the feeble rays of a pale and inefficient sun. (...) Everything has its pace, even a car launched at 300 km/h on a track has it and it’s important to give it attention. So waking up too violently or with still darkness all around makes him fucking pissed. And what makes him even more pissed is waking up at fucking seven am during goodamnit winter next to someone who seems to not have a care in the world for how loud he snores. Or: during winter break Alain and Ayrton shares a cottage in the countryside, a bed and something more.
I forgot about posting this so accept it as a Christmas post/festivity post for all of you who celebrate. And if you do not, accept it as a shamelss oneshot to enjoy <3
your gridmate gets kidnapped and your honest reaction is to just shrug and hit the club…?
The remaining crumbs of my rational thinking: Julianna. You need to study. You have an exam next week.
Me: what iiif I made🧐 a bracelet with color charms representing all my favourite drivers..?
Rational thinking: what? NO-
anyways here it is🥹
From left to right: Tina Hausmann, Isack Hadjar, Nico Rosberg, Lewis Hamilton, Jenson Button, Michael Schumacher, Tazio Nuvolari and Gilles Villeneuve.
Tagging local enthusiasts of my work @fauxtales44 @seymouridae @formulavilleneuve
I’m actually so glad Nelson Piquet is retired from the public life because my nervous system would literally not survive his rage bait.
I’m sick of people (mainly my irls) acting like Alain is dead. He is very much alive and will be for many many MANY‼️ more years please we do not need any more bad omens and graveyard energy in this fandom…
*Villeroni going full send in a ferrari on a random road*
Didier, thinking while driving: *glances at Gilles next to him* Wow, he looks so calm and collected, it’s remarkable!
Gilles’ internal monologue: OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHI-
Okay so I just found out that my parents and their friends use Fittipaldi’s name as like a substitute for the word ‘fit’.
Like “I wasn’t very Fittipaldi today I could barely complete the hike”
THIS HAS BEEN A RUNNING JOKE FOR LONGER THAN I HAVE BEEN ALIVE FOR AND I ONLY NOW GOT TO KNOW THIS-