#Aryton Senna

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"you came"

"you called"

[fabioquartararhoe]

ICONIC

[jyjkj]

McLaren fans how we doing? Thriving from all this content

[britney-rosberg06]

Naomi Schiff: If you can pick any racer from any era to race with who would you pick

Alain, smiling: It’s going to be a bit naive but uh, Aryton should be there…Aryton should be here.

I just-

[marshmallomoon]

Funeral (LN4)

“U-Um were gathered here today (sniffs) for um wow this really hard to say haha” Y/n sniffs again as she wipes the tears falling from her eyes.

Seeing the raw emotion in Y/n face made all the other drivers look at her in sympathy and pat her pack as to comfort her during this tough time.

“N-no i-i-it’s alright guys I can do this, I have to” Y/n said trying to smile through the pain showing her raw strength in being able to stand front in center of the casket with her best friends helmet laying on top.

Y/n took a deep breath and started again “we are gathered here to-” but before Y/n could finish she was cut off by a voice shouting in disbelief.

“Are you serious, are you actually freakin serious, like how and why” Lando shouted in disbelief as he saw his best friend Y/n Senna holding what seemed to be a funeral with all the driver standing in a circle with a casket in the middles with one of his old fl helmets in the middle.

“How’d you’ve even get a casket, and why are guys even entertaining this and are those tears, are you actually seriously crying right now you know what I’m out, I’m not even doing this” Lando said walking alway.

“Wait Lando don’t go maybe you can say a few words to, come on Lando we have to say goodbye to Lando Nowins he’s been with us for five years he practically family” Y/n chasing after Lando.

(Here’s a short little thing and Congrats to Lando Norris also I got this gif from the internet so credits to the owner)

(P.S sorry if this is bad)

[gonnaupdatethisrandomly]

Michael playing a prank on Aguri Suzuki. Picture's from 1993.

[formulaocean]

“The notion of Federer’s absence has forced a kind of reckoning of his own” vs “his death was the end of my story with formula 1”

Fedal and Prosenna and the notion of an eternal rival.

[adventuringblind]

Cheering From Heaven

Charles Leclerc x Senna!Driver!Reader

Genre: sad but also fluffy

Request: yep! I hope you like it! I actually cried a little writing it. My requests are still open for like... half the grid at this point. So please send me your ideas, I am begging, don't be shy. :)

Summary: reader never got to meet her father, but thanks him everyday for the racing in her DNA. When she overhears a conversation about her over dramatic celebrations, she becomes more reserved. Charles immediately takes notice and is determined to restore the energy she once had.

Warnings: Talks of death and crashes, not proofread (if I ever proofread call the police because it’s not me someone stole my identity).

Notes: written in second person. For the purpose of this fic, the Ferrari strategists know how to do their job.

Y’all have been giving my fics so much love. Thank you all so much 🥺❤️

Masterlist

You were the first female driver on the grid. You worked your way up the ranks just like everyone else. Your mother doing her best to support you despite it being just you and her.

She always said you have racing in your blood. Your father died before you could meet him. The fatal accident of Aryton Senna rocked everyone.

Especially your mother, who had just found out she was pregnant with you.

You were determined to continue his legacy. Knowing he was cheering you on from the afterlife.

When you started competing more often and moving up through the stages. You decided to go by your mother's last name. Not wanting your fathers name to have anything to do with how people saw you as a driver.

You wanted to race for him, not because of him. Nepotism in this sport can make or break someone's career.

When you got up to Formula 1, you cried tears of joy. Knowing that your father was looking out for you.

You were relatively accepted among everyone. You and your teammate Charles got along better than anyone could imagine.

Competing and pushing each other, but still remaining close at the end of the day.

What you didn't know was that some on the grid found you annoying.

You had found fast success and with it came rituals. You wanted to cheer loud enough for your father to hear you. Celebrating enough for the both of you.

It hurt having not known him, but you felt like you did at times. Hearing his name still being praised. You’d watched his races on YouTube repeatedly. You knew he would be ecstatic to see you here.

Everywhere else you were very down to earth and chill. On the podium, however, was a different story. There you let everything go, enjoying yourself for those who couldn’t be there with you. It was your ritual and you loved it. Charles found it entertaining despite not understanding it. You worked hard for your success, why shouldn’t you enjoy it?

You were going to run up and join a group of the guys walking and talking after a race one evening. Charles being one of them. You’d grown feelings for him and even if he didn’t return them, having him as a friend was still great.

They didn’t hear you approach, continuing there conversation without remorse.

“I don’t know man, I find her annoying.”

Charles was immediately confused at this. “Annoying? How so? I find her the least annoying out of everyone else.” He chuckled at his own funny remark.

“I agree. She seems very cocky when she wins. Rubbing it in everyone’s faces.”

A course of similar comments and agreements strung from their mouths. You didn’t stay to hear everything, quickly finding your way back to your hotel room.

Charles had left the conversation not long after. Leaving them the group with one last statement before walking off. “Who cares how she celebrates? Anyone that wins wants to enjoy it, so let her have this.”

While you became quieter and more reserved, Charles became more concerned. You weren’t the sunshine everyone enjoyed having around. You weren’t offering soothing words when someone had an off day. It was strange and he didn’t like it. He became determined to help you through it.

Everyone started talking after your next win. You smiled but said nothing. You looked unfazed by the champaign chaos. You were hardly celebrating.

Everyone else assumed your were sick, but Charles had the feeling there was something else at play.

He’d immediately given into his crush on you. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to escape it since you spent tons of time together. If only he could help you through whatever fought patch you were in. Maybe he could get the confidence to ask you out.

It was now time for the Brazilian Grand-Prix. Imola. The track Ayrton Senna lost his life.

You were hoping to win today for him, and you had a good shot at doing so after an amazing qualifying.

In the evening you decided to visit your father’s memorial. The track was clear like the sky. Pink and orange hues shining down in rays. You dropped to your knees, placing the flower you brought in front of the memorial.

“I hope you can forgive me for not cheering loud anymore.” You cried. Failing to notice the footsteps behind you. “Mom says you’d be proud of me. That you would’ve come to every race. I wish I could’ve known you.”

Charles crouch’s next to you. His hand rubbing circles on your back in a soothing manner. He didn’t say anything, just let you talk. He knows how it feels to miss someone.

“I cheer loudly so that he can hear me. I just know he’d be celebrating with me, so I do enough for the both of us.” You confessed, leaning into Charles’ touch.

“I understand.” He guides your face to look at him, gently wiping your tears with his thumb. “Your dad would be proud of you. I am also proud of you.”

No other words needed to be said. You leaned in, your foreheads now touching. Somehow, that did all the talking for you.

The next day brought excitement and anxiety. You and Charles fighting hard to be at the top. You nearly cried when you won. Charles right behind you in second.

When the cars were parked, you jumped into his arms. Adrenaline flooding through your veins. She the interviewer came to ask you about the race, you looked at Charles. Him nodding at you and giving you a thumbs up for reassurance.

“I just want to say that I’m dedicating this win to my father, Ayrton Senna. I hope to continue his legacy.”

Everyone stared at you before the chanting of your name started. The name everyone knew you by now changed.

You were hesitant to celebrate on the podium. Until Charles took your hand in his and yelled at the top of his lungs. Bathing you in the alcohol. So you finally let loose again, the fans screaming with you.

And when you two were alone again, you realized your father had been watching you. He sent you Charles. A soft ‘thank you’ falls from your lips before kissing Charles Champagne covered lips.

[twslug]

i am of the philosophy that a dynamic is the most fun when one person looks like a frog and the other person looks like a mouse

exhibit a, b, and c:

[baiuzensenn]

Sebastian Vettel driving Senna's MP4/8 for the tribute to Aryton Senna and Roland Ratzenberger who died 30 years ago at Imola.

My emotions just exploded when Seb showed the Brazilian and Austrian flags. Thinking that 30 years ago Senna also brought an Austrian flag with him to show his mourning for Roland Ratzenberger who died from the other accident the day before, but his life faded away before he had the chance to do so. 30 years later, Seb made it for his childhood hero.

Danke, Seb!

[box-box-blorbos]

Aryton Senna and Alain Prost, Suzuka 1990

They look like funny little men when they’re stepping over the barrier or well, in Alain’s case, JUMPING over it

[rapunzel1523]

He calls you a coward in front of the press. He says you're running away. He says, he wants to destroy you. Not as a racing driver. As a man. This boy. This man that had driven you away from the team, from the sport, stands in front of you and practically begs you to come back.

He pleads for you to return. You tell him you're not his punching bag. He says he knows. He tried to basically kill you, you remind yourself. He calls, you pick up. You don't know why. He's different. He's trying; it surprises you. He cares about safety, he says. This man. It's bizarre because it's Senna. It's Ayrton. But he's older now and more mature and pissed off at the new young thing, Schumacher. He's talking about reforms and safety and the broader picture. The implications of their sport.

He asks you to come to Imola.

Ayrton becomes president of the GDPA. They managed to re-establish it. He's out on track in the car, supposed to be giving an introductory tour of the track. He calls Alain by name on radio. It makes him think of the intense way Ayrton was looking at him at breakfast. He thinks of the years this man wouldn't, couldn't say his name.

And then, during the race, after the terrible tragedy that is Roland. Ayrton dies.

It's so rude. It's so inconsiderate. It wasn't enough time. They were closer than ever and Senna was so young, and he only had three championships. And he was destined for more. 'i don't have the will to do this without you Alain' he hears a ghostly voice in his head. Suddenly he's mad again but he doesn't know at who or where to direct it. He lets it dissipate.

He wakes up again at night, alone in a house stripped of any formula one related memorabilia. Except for Ayrton's helmet. He lied there, awake in the dark. He doesn't know why, he feels like he's waiting for something. Something other than sleep.

For the phone to ring, he realizes. It's so stupid. It's been months. He was at the funeral. Schumacher had even been crowned champion for the season. A championship that everyone would have thought would be won by Ayrton. Time was going on. And on. He was struck by the unfairness of it. Senna was the younger of the two. Yet, Alain. Retired Alain who has nothing left to do with the sport he had dedicated his life to, had the rest of his long life to do what. His story in formula one was ended, forever entwined with that of Senna's. He had opened up to him. He had made Alain care. Told him things that he then revealed he had never told anyone. Not even his family. And Alain, would never betray his confidence. Not in life, and not in his death.

Ayrton called, he picked up. Ayrton talked and Alain felt he was not only discovering a whole new person in this man who he had had to flee from as a teammate, but about himself too. His career was ending and he had been content, but now there was a whole glimmering new possibility of a different kind.

It had been there. And then, suddenly, gone. And he just had to live with that.

Thankfully, mercifully sleep found him again.

https://x.com/judesrivers/status/1798551917859311958?t=6X5-faHmgg9Vq0gS2Q1rYQ&s=19

Idk just a random middle of the night drabble

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Charles Leclerc, Sebastian Vettel, Pierre Gasly / Formula 1 Emilia-Romagna Grand Prix, Media Day. (16/05/2024)

[britney-rosberg06]

Formula 1 Prospects and Legends x Clara Bow by Taylor Swift

beauty is a beast that roars down on all fours demanding more Do they let you know it’s hell on earth to be heavenly? Them’s the breaks, they don’t come easy

[marshmallomoon]

Daughter of a Legacy

(Drive to Survive) - (there’s no particular face claim and I mention that Y/n will have a A in her first name like her father and her ethnicity will be Brazilian, Mexican, Italian)

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“Not only will 2019 be a crazy year but it’s a year for not one but two surprises that has sent everybody into an up roar in the F1 community”

(Sorry if this ends up bad I’m nervous on making this so bare with me I saw someone making a post of Y/n being Aryton Senna daughter and I wanted to do the same but with my twist)

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Sebastian Vettel poses for a photo with the Ayrton Senna tribute statue May 16, 2024 - Imola, Italy Source: Peter Fox - Formula 1/Formula 1 via Getty Images