#nova.ask

DO I HAVE RECOMENDATIONS? OF COURSE I DO!

here is a list in no particular order of some of my favorites! (admittedly im very into classic f1 so you will see a lot of that in this list)

i believe our answer matters more than anything they say by chipper_goalie

a beautiful weave covering so many f1 duos, delightfully insightful and it hurts me so good.

pink diamond in the dark by @passengerprincipessa

currently updating and beautifully written, has inspired a few wip's im working on. part porn part character analysis, all beautiful. also thier tumblr is just an absolute hoot to follow.

The Sydicate Series by @lestapiastrisgirl

am i cheating by including a series? i don't care. this gangsters AU has consumed all my waking hours and has inspired my own 50k monstrosity I'm sure to add to this list... Nicole is my personal Shakespeare and i love her.

Mansueto by GufettoGrigio

god i hope you enjoy angst about old drivers. this fic made me cry crocodile tears. i love it with my whole soul, i would be remis to not recommend it. nigel and elio my beloveds.

These roads lead to recovery by @vega-alphalyrae-hip91262

the fic that got me into classic f1, more specifically prosenna as a ship. this fic is so so so delicious. the writing is amazing and i cannot say enough about it. go read!

some shameless self promo:

I Don't Believe in God (You don't believe in luck) [prosenna, 54k]

Falling Though an Eternal Horizon of Time [prosenna, 3.2k]

Proxima Centauri (Belonging) [lestapiastri, 11.9k]

- Ria 🪴

17- Coma by Big Thief

There is something strange after the big one.

The crash. Yes the crash. He is lucky to survive it. They say that at least.

But Ayrton doesn’t feel lucky.

Traumatic brain injury, that’s what the doctors say, amnesia.

His memory has holes.

He knows his mother. It takes a moment for it to click though, takes her whispering a frightened ‘beco’ for it to rush to him.

And when he finally recognizes her, it comes with relief, then regret.

It’s so awkward, to have to wait for what will trigger a memory.

It’s so cruel, to have to ask where things in his house are. He knows he used to know, but he doesn’t anymore. He doesn’t recognize his home anymore. Has to learn it new.

The worst is the pity, how strangers he sees and the recognition is on the tip of his tongue and they just look to him all murornful.

He just about slaps Gerhard when he picks up a frog on one of thier walks. Then he weeps when he realizes he remembers the frogs.

It’s terrible.

But there is one person he doesn’t have to wait to remember.

He walks into his home nearly a month after the incident, and the second he looks into the irises of that body, Ayrton knows.

Grey and green and always somewhat haunted, his heart flutters in his chest for just a moment as he lets out a choked out laugh.

“Alain Prost!”

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Or 100 tbh

Pick whichever song resonates more for sparking the creativity :3

3- The Book of Love by the Magnetic fields

The book of love is long and boring, no one can lift the damn thing

Niki and James fought like cats and dogs on track. this was well known. never was there competition like the one they shared even in their youth.

but what so few knew is that in those early days, Niki would pack his bags and stay the night with James, that they would laugh together till the early hours.

truth be told there wasn't a time someone could remember there being a Niki and a James, some things just come in pairs.

Its full of charts and facts and figures, and instructions for dancing

Didier had a reputation for being personable. a quick study a good listener. he took his work very seriously, and was respected.

Gilles loved it when Didier would let go just a bit.

How he would smile when Gilles played jolly tunes during the strike, how his shoulders seemed to relax. how despite how desperate he was to prove himself to Ferrari, when Gilles asked him to dance... he did so.

The book of love has music in it, in fact that's where music comes from.

There was something beautiful about Elio when he played. Nigel could never rip his eyes from him.

marvelous how someone so quick on track, someone who could strap himself down and drive 200 miles an hour could play something so delicate and precise.

or maybe that made exact sense, just another quirk to be endeared by.

Some of it is just transcendental, Some of it is just really dumb

Ayrton Senna drives Alain up the wall.

He for the life of him cannot make heads or tails of the man. a man so poised, so precise, and yet so reckless and bold. its a contradiction in terms both on the track and off.

and yet, no one matches him like he does, and they might not ever be friends, but they so easily fill in the gaps of each other.

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Thank you! So fun fact number 16 is up there because I already wrote a fic based on it lol

The wake of time’s cruel slaughter

But!

16- Caroline by Colter Wall

This song belongs to any and all drivers that lost friends.

Didier going on after Gilles, risking it all day after day how it takes time for them to meet again

Alain, writing in 1994, “my friend Ayrton, see you soon”

Nigel dedicating his win in 1986 to Elio, the first race after they lost him.

Niki lauda still wearing a James Hunt shirt, well into his old age

And Jackie Stewart still placing flowers on Francois Cevert’s grave.

Caroline oh Caroline

I’ll be home just at any old time

The grave in the garden won’t be satisfied

Oh my god you can’t imagine the giggle I let out.

Evil intimidating horse

67- Sunshine by Steve Lacy

something here is very Prosenna.

Ex's circling each other, ex's that can't quite forget each other.

I'm always going to be where you are

Ayrton chasing Alain down, wanting to be teammates with him after everything, yet not calling him by his name. its obsession simple enough.

how do you forget someone you see everyday? how do you ignore that passion.

fuck all the others it can just be you and me.

and after Alain retires, him and Ayrton coming together again.

I still, I still love you

because to this day you cannot mention senna without prost, and not prost without mentioning senna. how in the end they still found their way back to each other, after imola 89, after suzuka 89 and 90, after all of that Ayrton drags Alain on to the top step in his last race, how they shared breakfast together in imola in 94.

"To my- our friend Alain, we miss you Alain."

This is love, I finally found it.

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So fun, i nerded out hard on this lol.

14 - Lab Partners AU

At first, Alain had thought it would be a good idea to pick him. Ayrton was the new kid in town, but he was already making waves. all the teachers loved him and he was effortlessly funny in a way that made him popular. and he was smart, god was he smart.

So yes, Alain thought being his partner in their accelerated chemistry class would be a good decision. and it was, until Ayrton made it his personal mission to get them both killed.

Alain had already ruined 2 seperate titrations, the solution going a florecent pink, to yell at Ayrton and get him to Stop Fucking doing that thing, so help me christ.

Alain finishes out the titration and notes down the milliliters, quickly doing some mental arithmetic to find that it was rather close to the predicted values from his earlier stoichiometric equations.

He turns to Ayrton with a smile to pass along the data only to met with a pipet of something going straight to his face.

"OW HOLY FUCK AYRTON!" Alain yells out, his hand coming up to his eyes. He cant see him, but he can hear the way Ayrton's demeanor shifts.

"I'm sorry I'm so so sorry Alain, oh my god please please--" his voice is soft but urgent, Ayrton's large hands coming to rest on his arm and guide him gently through the room. The clamoring of the room goes quiet as Alain focuses in on the sound of his voice.

"We're at the eyewash Alain, it will be ok. please just lean down." Alain nods and does so, opening his eyes as the cool water runs down his face.

Its quiet for a long moment as Alain finally looks up, blinking repeatedly at Ayrton with a characteristic bafflement. His vision is blurry, but he can tell that Ayrton is worried. He can tell he feels guilt for it.

"Take me to the nurse please?" He asks, and Ayrton nods, holding his arm again. " And you are going to be the primary on labs for the rest of the month at least."