#but he doesn’t. because marc and bez have it.

[moonshynecybin]

Bez would for suuuuure get wish baby's name tattooed over the entire outside of his forearm

photorealistic tattoo of her face with her name in tacky cursive and FAMIGLIA on the other arm in a gothic font and certified clean girl marc marquez literally cannot look at him for two weeks he’s that disgusted.

[kingofthecotas]

paperweight pt. 1 | ao3

luca & marc teammate fic. set mostly in 2027 | ~1.5k

——

Luca finishes the 2026 season with a plate in his collarbone and a handful of third-place trophies, which is enough for now. 

He has next year, but he doesn’t really want to think about that. Not yet. 

For now, he’ll let Bez drag them all to a bar in Valencia—the same bar Ducati are celebrating in—and praise everything he believes in that the test starts on Tuesday rather than tomorrow. 

It’s thronged with red when they get inside; good, they can collect Pecco, and let go a little more knowing they’re only surrounded by the paddock rather than the general public. The centre of the scarlet storm, of course, is Marc, bright and happy, arm slung around one of his mechanic’s shoulders as they laugh through the song they’re trying to sing. 

It should be bittersweet, and maybe they’ll all feel it tomorrow, but for now, Marc Márquez is going out on a high. Nine times a champion.

They’ve lost Franky somewhere, and when they find a booth—when Bez politely asks some Ducati engineers for their booth—Cele instantly disappears in the direction of the bar.

Rude. Whatever. 

Luca accepts a beer as recompense for being abandoned, and waves Migno over when he spots him through the crowd.

“Crazy!” Mig yells. “Stay here! Getting a drink.”

When Bez reappears from—somewhere, he has four beers clutched in his hands. Luca doesn’t know how he managed to weave through the crowd without the glass bottles, condensation-slick, slipping through his fingers. “Can’t find Pecco.”

Laughter cuts through the chatter, through the bass-heavy music; Marc has found Álex, both of them jumping up and down, drinks in hand. 

“Is Vale coming?” Cele asks, half-way to drunk already. He’d had some drinks in the garage, of course, with the SpeedUp team, a farewell, a congratulations, a good luck, and Bez seems to have the same head start. 

“No.” Luca shakes his head. “He says he’s too old for this shit.” 

Bez laughs, beer already gone, eyes already wide. “Let’s—let’s look for Pecco. And more drinks! Cele, let’s go.”

And Luca’s alone again. Assholes. He finishes one beer and goes for another bottle. Really, it’s good to have a quiet moment, a breath to collect himself—

Someone slides a tray in front of him, glasses clinking. He looks up, meets Pecco’s gaze.

“What’s this?”

“I am saying good luck.” Pecco plucks a shot glass from the tray. “And also celebrating the end of the worst two years of my life.”

Luca frowns through the alcohol. “You like Marc.” Because Marc is the worst person in the world to have as a teammate. He’s annoying and difficult. He races hard, sometimes too hard, and he apologises for it. Because when Marc had crashed them both out in Austria, he’d apologised. When Pecco had crashed them both out in Silverstone, Marc had forgiven him. When Pecco had won the championship in 2025, Marc had been the first one there to pull him into an embrace before handing him over to Valentino (not a glance shared between them). When Marc won the championship two rounds ago, crossing the line in second, it was Pecco who wrapped an arm around his shoulders on the podium and pulled him up to the top step. 

(And Portimão, they can never forget Portimão, and Franky.) 

“I like Marc,” Pecco agrees. “But get ready for Vale to make excuses to be in your box, and for Marc to ignore him, and for both of them to stare when the other isn’t looking. Marc will crash, and Vale will pretend he isn’t worried. Marc will look for him when he is not there. And they will never talk except to say hello.” He tips his head and gulps the shot, lips curling. “Disgusting.”

“They spoke in the paddock today,” Luca argues, but he reaches for a glass himself. 

“Could you imagine if he didn’t?” Pecco laughs sharply. “Nine championships, and not a word?” 

Fair. Vale is nothing if not fully aware of how to operate in front of the media, in front of the world watching through camera lenses. Luca sighs, raises the glass, tips it back. “Fuck, Pecco, vodka?”

“Celebrating.”

“Really that bad?” Luca goes back to his beer, trying to wash away the taste. Fuck this; he can’t drink like he used to. 

“It’s—it was—” Pecco shakes his head. “It was weird, Maro. Like—like they could get better, if they tried, but neither of them do.”

“Marc would.”

“He would. In a second.”

“So why doesn’t he?”

Pecco laughs again, then reaches for his second shot. “Because he thinks Valentino will not—you know. Marc has been ready for years.”

It’s always been Marc, a relentless wave crashing against the cliff face of Valentino’s disdain: Marc outside the box as Uccio shouted him down; Marc holding out a hand; Marc, willing to be something like a good teammate for Pecco despite it all.

“I know.” Luca wraps his fingers around the final glass. 

“Shots?” Bez’s voice cries, before he’s winding himself around Pecco, all clumsy limbs and curly hair. 

“Why don’t you have it, Bez?” Luca says, and Bez, trusting Bez, takes the shot and downs it, already bouncing off to hug someone else—Cele, probably.

“I’m not dealing with him later,” Pecco warns.

“Of course not. Celin will.” 

That’s enough to draw a laugh out of Pecco, which Luca can only count as a success. “Ah, I will miss Marc, you know? Do not tell Vale I said this, but he made me better.”

“I know,” Luca says again, grinning this time, because who could forget Pecco skating on his knee around the final corner in Aragón? Marc had crossed the box when it replayed on his screen, had slapped Pecco’s leg with a bright laugh. Social media lapped it all up.

“You’ll be fine.”

Maybe it’s the beer, the shot, maybe it’s the sense of an ending and a frightening new beginning, but something makes Luca say what he never would on any other day. “I was thinking it was going to be fine, until you told me that he’s still in love with my brother.”

Pecco chokes on his drink. 

——

Luca can compartmentalise. He’ll be fine. He can separate things.

That mantra lasts until the Tuesday morning, when Vale wanders into the Honda box like he has every reason to be there and slides into the chair beside Luca with an easy smile. 

Luca raises his eyebrows. “Should you be in here?”

“Who’s going to stop me?” Not an answer, but somehow an answer in itself. “I came to wish you luck.”

Wish him luck, like Vale hasn’t angled himself so he can see the back of the garage, can see everyone who might walk in or out. 

Pecco isn’t often wrong, but he could have been this time for the sake of Luca’s sanity. Because this is not Marc extending a hopeful hand; this is Valentino, waltzing through enemy lines—fuck’s sake, at least he had a legitimate reason to be in the Ducati box—and turning Luca’s quiet assumptions on their head.

“Thanks.” Luca debates putting a proverbial foot up his backside, but no—Valentino is skittish when he wants to be, and proud. If this—his half-formed skeleton of a plan—is going to work, it needs to be done gently. So he doesn’t say you could just talk to him. 

“Next year will be good, I think.”

“It’s only testing, Vale. We’re not even on the bikes yet.“

“Still. I know how hard you’ve worked. It will pay off.” Valentino fixes him with a firm look. “I’m proud of you. It would have been easy to stay with the team—you did the brave thing.”

And Luca might be twenty-nine, but his brother is still Valentino Rossi and Valentino Rossi is still his brother, so he leans into the praise with a smile. “I’m VR46 for life. You know this.”

“I know.” Vale smiles back. “And now it will pay off for you, doing the difficult thing. It will be a good year.”

Footsteps, words in quick Spanish—Vale’s eyes snap to the back of the garage. Santi and Marc file in, talking, laughing.

“Ah, we thought we were early!” Marc says with a smile. “Good morning, Luca. Ciao, Valentino.”

“Ciao,” Valentino replies, like it’s normal. Like it’s nothing. 

And then nothing else. Marc turns back to Santi. Valentino unlocks his phone. Luca stares.

They don’t speak except to say hello. 

He pulls out his own phone, opening his chat with Pecco, and sends a quick SOS.

Me

help

Pecco

I told you

Welcome to the next two years 

Me

fuck

Luca’s own team start to filter in, buzzing with quiet anticipation, and Vale jolts back to life, sliding his phone into his pocket and getting to his feet. 

“Should probably make sure Uccio doesn’t need help.” A glance towards Marc’s side of the box; Marc isn’t looking. 

“So you are not supposed to be in here,” Luca says, pointed. 

“But no one stopped me.” Valentino smirks back. “Good luck today.”

“Yeah.”

When Vale has already left, already out of the garage—only then does Marc look, gaze lingering after him.

Jesus. Jesus fucking Christ.

[djangari]

I have to deal with this and all I get is a headache and a silver medal

~ 1616 words

“Third place? Hmm, do you remember who finished third in 2018?”, Marc jokes to the reporter and laughs as she answers that she doesn’t. “Me neither! So that's it.”

Pecco freezes, while the reporter joins in, and the video eventually restarts. He won’t like that. Hopefully, he will never see this or at least when he is not present- “What are you watching?”

A familiar figure leans over his shoulder and slowly he turns his head to look at his mentor, who suddenly appeared behind him. Whose smug grin got wiped out of his face, as he watches the video. How stupid he was to assume the other would need longer to join him in the trailer, of course he will visit him first to see how he handles the championship fight stress.

Vale laughs too. However, it's more of a pressed, dry, forced sound that is coming out of his mouth. So different from Marquez cheerful, honest sounding laugh.  In this moment, Pecco doesn’t dare to mirror it. Instead, he observes Valentinos mimic, how his eyebrows are pulled together, the wrinkles around his mouth disappeared, his eyes don’t agree with the act he is trying to play.

He taps on the screen, pauses the loop. Silence spreads in the room, while Pecco is waiting for Vale to do something. To speak, to react.

A few seconds go by and Vale hums. “He isn’t wrong. Do you remember who was third in 2008?” Pecco knows that the factually correct answer would be Pedrosa, but in this situation he would never speak it out loud. He rather shakes his head.

“See? Nothing to speak about. Let’s get Bez and eat pasta or something. We need to calm your nerves before your great weekend.” Vale straightens up again, already turning towards the door. “Come on, come on, I’ll pay.” Impatient as always, he already left the room before Pecco could protest.

Pecco quickly gets up from the couch and follows the older man. From behind he can still see the tension in his otherwise relaxed and flowing movements, can see the firm grip he has on his phone.

________

Later, when they finally found Bez and Vale nearly dragged him with them, they are half finished with their meals as Vales phone, which lies next to him on the table, screen clearly visible to everyone nearby, buzzes and lights up with a pop up notice. Vale unlocks it easily with the hand that isn’t holding the fork loaded with pasta and clicks on the message. Another video starts playing, just as Vale puts the fork into his mouth, and Marc’s voice is audible.

“The third place doesn’t matter at all!’

Vale instantly chokes on the noodles and begins coughing. Pecco exchanges a look with Bez and leans over to his left to slap Vale on the back so their mentor maybe would not die because of a meal when he has lived through over twenty years of riding a death machine for fun. Bez reaches him a glass of water, although he mirrors Pecco’s expression of desperation and can absolutely relate to being fed up with his behavior.

Who can blame him? The two of them should be cheering him up, motivating him and giving him the extra power to win. Now he is robbing him of his nerves instead of helping him to concentrate.

 “Who remembers who finished third in 2022 or 2015? I finished third, but no one remembers.”

And it gets worse again… Why did he have to mention 2015 again? Sometimes it seems like he is doing this on purpose- wait no he does. Sadly Pecco, besides to Luca of course, is the one who is mostly present to see Vale‘s reaction. Not Marc. Maybe he would stop if he sees the impact he has on the old man.

… Who is he trying to fool. He would do it even more. Pecco has been around for too long to still denial the painful obvious existence of their weird exhibition kink.

With a small sigh, Pecco reaches over the table and again pauses the video, pauses the sound of Marc’s laughter. Slowly Vale recovers and is able to breathe like a normal human being again. “Nothing to worry about!”, is the first thing he gets out of his mouth.

 Sure. Pecco suppresses the urge to bang his head on the table until he falls into a coma. This would look weird, especially in public. Rumors spread fast in this paddock. The press he would have to face, the mocking he would have to endure from his engineers, it ruins the whole experience. They would eat him alive if he did that, even more if he did it on this particular weekend. So, all he does is to roll his eyes and beg some higher power that this moment would soon be over.

The door falls shut and the whole cafeteria goes silent for a second. Pecco throws a small look over his shoulder, only to freeze in fear.

Anyhow someone heard him up there and decided he needed to feel even more miserable. Loosing the title apparently isn‘t enough. Please, please, please, let him at least not-

„You‘re okay?“ No. No. No. Keep your head up, keep your head up.

„Ah. Of course, of course!“ Suddenly, the relaxed Vale is back again. He can hear the chair scraping on the floor as he leans back. „No need to worry about a guy like me.“ Ok, this has gone surprisingly well- „If you couldn‘t kill me, pasta will never make it.“

Pecco‘s head falls towards the table. God damn it.

A kick against his shin saves him. He tries to kick back, but Bez already caught his glare. With another deep breath, he turns around to face the situation like an adult.

„Ciao“, he greets his future teammate, who is standing on the right side behind his chair. Never in the existence of the universe would he ask how the fuck he got into the cafeteria of the VR46 team, so instead he stays silent and waits for Marc to speak again.

The Spaniard looks relatively comfortable in this situation, or so it seems for outstanders.  For them his bright smile blends them enough to not see the signs. Only if you get close enough you can see the tension in his shoulders, the way he holds his head high up and the inconspicuous foot tapping. Yet something… something in his eyes displays the same kind of hunger he often sees in Vales eyes after an especially good race. His smile just looks a little bit too sharp and too pleased.

„I wanted to come over and wish you luck for the weekend. You will need it.“, he says sweetish and blatantly ignores the indignant glare Vale shoots him. Pecco swallows what lies on his tongue and tries to put on a similar act. „Thanks. Good luck to you too, Enea won‘t give up that third place easily.“ Marc just laughs. „Don‘t know if you already heard it, I don‘t really care about that. Next week we will try out the bike together and that is what matters in the end.“ Pecco hears the threat that lies in those words, fights for his small smile to stay on his face. „Ah right, I am also curious how they have improved the machine for next year.“

He couldn’t have said clearer ˋThis bike was build for me and you need to look how you get along with her.´ A small twitch in his smile indicates Marc understood. „Ah I trust the engineers, I‘m sure it will be a great bike.“  They just stare at each other, playing the act of a friendly talk between soon to be coworkers. It's like time froze.

Someone somewhere in the cafeteria laughs loudly and the tension breaks. “Well, I should go and find Nadia, we need to meet up with Gigi.” Shortly he bowes down to mutter something over Valentinos shoulder, who flinces at the slight touch. “You wouldn’t dare to die before I get my ninth, would you?”

Pecco sees Bez's mouth falling open and how Valentino stiffens up. Marc also notices that and his smile gets even sharper. Lightly his fingertips run over the edges of Vale‘s collarbone, centimeters away from the soft skin of his neck. Out of the corner of his eye, Pecco observes the way Vale now holds the fork, knuckles bright red, fearing he will do something drastic. The question is, would he be able to stop him? Thankfully Marc leaves Vales personal space before something like that could happen.

With a tap on Pecco's shoulder, Marc signals his exit and turns around to walk away. None of them wants to torture themselves so they surely won’t stare after him, watching how he nearly hops out of the cafeteria. Instead, they stare at the table, everyone trying to recover in their own way. Bez continues eating, hoping to forget everything what he just witnessed. Vale damages the cutlery and mumbles some curses under his breath. Pecco, finally, gives in and slowly bangs his head against the table before resting it on the cold surface. Why can’t this weekend just end?

______

Sunday night, when Marc's speech is almost over, Pecco feels his phone vibrating. Quickly, he checks his messages and sees a new one from Bez.

ˋWe need to replace the tv downstairs. He threw a bottle against it and now he doesn’t talk ´

Pecco grabs Domi‘s hand and tries to relax. Someone has to remember him that he needs a soundproof room next year for the case Vale decides to visit Ducati.

[fall0utmind]

Old man would accidentally like Marc’s post hurry to unlike so he doesn’t notice but end up liking it again the cycle continues and marc is just watching his notifications thinking Vale’s having a stroke

No because why is this so accurate?

Vale liking and unliking the post like 20 times. Finally, unliking it and thinking he's safe.

Marc is having about 8 annuyerisms cause Vales liked his post for the first time in a decade. But then it happens again and again. And Alex calls from the other room like, why has Valentino rossi just followed me ans viewed my story. And Marc is dying a bit.

He texts luca or pecco and asks if Valentino is okay? Like has someone taking his phone. They might wanna stop that before a fan notices.

Pecco and luca realise and lose it. As a group they decide to fuck with vale. Marc just posting progressively more obscene posts on instagram. The others help. It's absolute carnage. Valentino is dying and trying not to tell anyone, but they all know.

Pecco hangs out with marc, and he wears the helmet. Valentino is so fucking jealous.

Oh, so many good ideas from this. Bez gets marc a collar as a joke, Valentino almost chucks himself off a building.

Amazing, no notes.

[hotmessmaxpress]

helloo i absolutely love your abo au and i am obsessed with the marcmarc dynamic

i was wondering would you ever write pecco/marcmarc something like pecco being sad/upset over something and the omegas just comforting him, it could be just cuddles or it could be something a little more i think it would be interesting to see how marc and pecco’s relationship is like without vale there (we know marco and pecco already get along so well) also i think pecco deserves to get spoiled by two omegas

Rosquez a/b/o au, part ???

I think that marc and pecco deal with disappointment/mistakes similarly (internalize, internalize, internalize) so it would simultaneously be easy for marc to understand him and also difficult for him to deal with. He would definitely feel more comfortable having bez around to help!

Thank you for the ask. 🤍

Pecco is no stranger to criticism. He’s grown up in an environment entirely based around competition, and he’s used to looking at statistics and numbers and comparisons. Faster, faster, how to be faster.

No matter how much criticism he deals with, though, Pecco is always his own biggest critic. He is the one to put the most pressure on himself, even when his parents and sister and pack tell him to take a step back and calm down. It’s common for his mood to be affected by his performance, and when Marc joins the pack it’s one of the things he notices immediately. Even at the ranch, which Marc had thought was fun for the boys, Pecco can sometimes come away in a sharp mood. 

Marc also notices that Bez is the one most adept at handling Pecco’s big feelings. He takes all of Pecco’s sharpness and jagged edges that would cut someone else and files him down until he’s smooth like a river stone. It’s one of the many things that Marc admires about Bez as a fellow omega. It doesn’t even seem like Bez realizes he’s doing it. 

The race goes terribly. Pecco goes down hard, and while thankfully nothing is broken, he’s sore all over. He’s stewing in his anger as the rest of the pack wrap up their media duties and finish up for the day. The alphas check in with him, but it becomes apparent very quickly that Pecco has no desire to deal with any of them. 

It’s Carola that happens to grab Marc’s arm as he’s heading toward the pack trailer. 

“Marc!” she greets.

She sounds happy, which is still odd to Marc. He’s getting used to being liked by faces that he was too used to avoiding. He always assumed that Carola had a distaste for him, but she seems pleased that he’s joined the same pack as her brother. Marc almost feels guilty for assuming that she didn’t like him. 

“Carola,” he greets, kissing her on both cheeks. 

“Are you going to your pack?”

Marc nods, cheeks flushing. He doesn’t think it will ever get old, acknowledging his pack. 

“Can you stop at Pecco’s motorhome first? He won’t come out on his own and he should be with you all, not alone and wallowing. I am trying to find Bez but I think he will come with you, too.”

Marc blanches for a moment, stunned by the faith that she has in him to support the alphas of his pack. He doesn’t have time to tell her no, though, because she’s off with a toss of her hair. 

Marc does as he asks and goes to Pecco’s trailer, knocking first and then letting himself in. 

Pecco is sitting on the couch, head in his hands while he stares down at a tablet that Marc can only assume contains data from the race. 

“My pace was enough to win,” Pecco complains, immediately, without even looking up to Marc.

Marc knows this is a tenuous situation, and he hopes that Carola sends Bez his way soon. He has a distinct feeling that he might be out of his depth on this one. 

“Yes, it was,” Marc agrees, knowing that Pecco probably won’t respond to platitudes from him of all people. “You were fast.”

Pecco looks up at him angrily, and Marc curves his shoulders and tilts his head so he’s looking at Pecco through his eyelashes. Marc may not be offering platitudes, but looking cute and nonthreatening can’t hurt. 

Pecco huffs, and Marc takes his lack of comment as an invitation to move toward the other man and settle down on the couch next to him. He takes the tablet out of Pecco’s hands, having to pry his fingers a little bit, and then tosses it behind him. 

Pecco growls, but there’s no heat to it. It’s just a warning, and Marc has never been one to heed warnings the first time. He reaches out and offers his wrist to Pecco, who brings it to his nose. Marc’s scent seems to pacify him a little, so Marc takes Pecco’s hand with his free hand. 

“Let’s go to the pack room. Carola is looking for Bez and we might find him on the way.”

Pecco still looks annoyed, and Marc has to smother a smile at the stormy look on his face when they step out of the trailer and set out across the paddock. Marc smiles and waves and greets people as they walk by, a stark contrast to the silent and cranky alpha following him. 

They run into Bez right outside the pack motorhome, and Bez immediately relaxes when he sees the two of them. 

“Marc! Franci! Good. I’m glad you managed to drag him here.”

Bez climbs the stairs first, and Marc pulls Pecco along. Once they’re inside, Marc sets about making a nest for the three of us while Bez has quiet words with Pecco. Bez is laughing, which at first seems to make Pecco angrier but then succeeds in getting a small smile from him. 

The nest takes no time at all, and Marc happily tugs Pecco into the center of it. Bez slots himself against Pecco’s other side, and they’re all silent for a moment. 

“I was fast,” Pecco complains, petulantly and without the same heat and frustration from earlier. 

Bez makes eye contact with Marc and rolls his eyes, and Marc has to hold his breath for a moment to avoid giggling.

Pecco frowns and looks between the two of them. 

“You two are terrible.”

Bez and Marc shake their heads at once.

“Maybe we are,” Marc teases. “We have a sad alpha in between us and we haven’t spoiled him even a little bit.”

He reaches up and tangles a hand in Pecco’s hair, scratching at his scalp. He gives Pecco a gentle tug, and bares his throat to him so he can tuck his face against him and scent him. He scents Marc first and then Bez finally gives up on the teasing and bares his own neck. Pecco turns to press a kiss to the base of Bez’s throat and Bez purrs happily. 

“It was a good race, Franci.”

“Until I crashed,” he complains bitterly. 

“Until you crashed,” Marc agrees. “But you won’t next time.”

Pecco huffs, and Marc wraps himself tighter around the alpha. 

“It was the back wheel,” Pecco explains.

He launches into a pouty debrief, and Bez and Marc both relax. When Pecco starts to debrief, it’s the beginning of the end of his bad mood. He always needs to stew in his frustration, then analyze, then he can move on. 

Marc only half listens as Pecco rants about the race, and instead distracts himself by playing with Pecco’s fingers and making faces at Bez. By the time Pecco has run out of steam, he is much more relaxed between the two of them, and Bez and Marc basically lay themselves on top of him. Their legs all tangle together, and the smell in the room finally loses its sharp edge. 

Marc rests his head in the crook of Pecco’s neck, and he smiles against his collarbone as he hears Bez press a kiss to Pecco’s lips. 

“Love you,” Bez says sweetly.

Marc can practically hear the roll in Pecco’s eyes as he returns the expression of love. 

The three of them lay there together, relaxed and calm, until Marc is nearly asleep and remembers he needs to text Vale, who is back in Italy on business. 

Vale: good race ❤️ 

Vale: how is pecco?

Marc smiles, happy that Vale is checking in on their pack as always. 

Marc opens the camera and holds it out, snapping a picture of the three of them before Pecco can protest. 

He sends it immediately, and only moments later Vale responds with a row of hearts. 

Vale: I am proud of him. Love you.

Marc shows Pecco and Bez the message, and his heart swells with happiness at the relaxed smile on Pecco’s face.

[ren-the3rd]

Marcmarc fic (untitled and unfinished) ; 1.8K

it’s a WIP i might not finish but wanted to share what i got for now. not beta read and english isnt my 1st language so,,, mind the mistakes i guess

“Marquez?” Vale’s voice was tired. No, tired didn’t even begin to cover half of it. “Of all people?”

Bez wiggled uncomfortably in the chair. In front of him Vale was pacing, eyes closed and rubbing his temple. Giorgia – from PR – was still typing something on her laptop. She glanced up sometimes at him and looked annoyed. But it was still much more bearable than Vale’s eyes. The look said something in between “How can you be that stupid?” and “How the fuck did that even happen?” Both questions were left unsaid and Bez didn’t have an answer for any of them anyway.

It had happened in a drunken haze and he wasn’t even sur how or why. Just that he didn’t regret it a single bit.

Maybe he should, considering the PR storm he just caused.

He had woken up, Marc’s face settled on his chest and his phone had started ringing loudly. When he picked up, he had been informed of the pictures, the leak on social media. Two minutes later, it was Marc’s phone that rang.

They had scrambled awake, grabbing their clothes as fast as possible. At least it wasn’t awkward. The whole situation was too fucked and Bez worried to much about his potential end of career that he didn’t really think about Marc.

It was Monday after the American GP and neither their PR team nor Vale had left Austin yet. So they met at the track’s motorhome, locked themselves in an office.

Bez had seen the photos. They were incriminating, you could see clearly Marc’s face. Selfishly, he thanked God, or whatever higher power that his face was mostly hidden on all those photos.

He was still recognised him, if you knew him, you’d know. But there was potential deniability.

Vale explained the situation, that they talked to Marc’s team. They are doing everything in their power to erase those photos.

“It should be alright, it hasn’t reached public knowledge, we pulled them from social medias and are in contact with journalist to settle on a… discreet outcome.”

“And if they don’t agree?” Bez asked, a bit pitiful.

“Marc takes the fall, release a statement. Doesn’t mention you in any way. His career can take it and he’s the one most visible on those.” Giorgia chimed in. “I got a response from…” But Bez barely listened to her.

He was split in between relief and sadness. Giorgia was right, Marc Marquez was fucking Marc Marquez. He had both seniority and fame and talent. His reputation could take the hit.

Bez on the other hand. It would all depends on the sponsors, and he wasn’t very optimistic. But simply because it was logical, didn’t make it right. Nothing in that situation was right. Bez thought of what it could mean for Marc. Being forced to come out was a betrayal.

“Bez?” Vale’s voice stirred him away from his thoughts. “It probably won’t go there. Don’t worry.” He said softly. Bez just nodded.

They spent another hour going over the situation, possibilities and outcomes. They barely acknowledged Bez and he noticed how Vale never mentioned Marc in anyway. When it was clear Bez was of no help or utility, they released him.

His flight back to Italy wasn’t until tonight, he had some time to pack up. When he was back in his room, he checked his phone. There was a text from Pecco checking up on him and another one from a Spanish number. It wasn’t registered on his phone but he knew who that was.

+34 XXXXXX [11:47] : Hope you’re okay. We should talk when it’s all settled.

Bez definitely did not want to talk about it. Not now and probably not ever. But the older one was trying to be kind, so he sent something back and threw his phone on his bed.

It hasn’t been serious, they met on accident at a club after the race. They were drunk and they hooked up. End of story.

Bez took a shower, letting the hot water cascade over his skin, enjoying the burn of it. He focused on that, he focused on his sore muscles from the race, he focused on the week ahead.

He didn’t think of how Marc looked, still asleep, his arm hugging his chest. He didn’t think of the scars running along Marc’s shoulder. Nor of how he traced them mindlessly with his finger. He didn’t think of the split second before everything went to shit and he hoped there would be a next time. And he definitely did not think of Marc’s naked body on top of him, fucking him stupid.

Bez couldn’t afford to think of that. He apparently couldn’t be trusted to even hook up without risking his career.

Before the end of the day, he got a text from Giorgia assuring him everything was under control and nothing would get out. He turned his phone on airplane mode and boarded.

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Marc didn’t want to admit it, but he was a bit hurt by the whole situation. Later in the week, when it had been clear nothing bad would come of it, he had texted Marco. His text has been on delivered for three days now.

He did want to talk to him. Tell him he was sorry about the whole thing.

Technically, Marco had been the first to kiss him. But also technically. They had been dancing on some dubious club music, he had been incredibly drunk. Marc had found Marco on the dance floor. He would have been lying if he said he recognised him immediately, but he didn’t back away once he did.

They locked eyes for a moment. Marco froze, a flicker of recognition in his gaze. He looked confused for a second, but then his face relaxed, and with a slight shrug, he just continued dancing. Marc hadn’t thought anything through. He had slipped a hand beneath Marco’s shirt, and stepped closer. That’s when Marco kissed him.

Marc hadn’t thought of the people around, he hadn’t thought anyone could be filming or taking pictures. He was thinking of having Marco’s lips on him and more.

But he should have thought of that. It had been silly and dangerous.

The Spanish GP came along and Marco was avoiding him. That’s the only conclusion Marc could come up with. He couldn’t find him anywhere. Well, maybe in his motorhome, but if Marc could avoid stepping there, he would.

Later that day he finally caught sight of a spot of bright neon yellow and curly hair.

“Hey, Marco!” Marc exclaimed, picking up his pace to catch up. Marco didn’t even react, still walking towards wherever he was going. “Can we talk?” Marc asked, now that he had arrived at Marco’s level.

“I don’t think we should.” Marco said and continued walking towards his motorhome. He wasn’t sparing a glance to him.

“Marco.” Marc was going to grab his arm but his hand hang in the air. He looked around, too many people. “Marco, I just…”

“Leave me alone, Marc,” he replied tartly, finally meeting his eyes. “You’re going to ruin everything.” His lips trembled but his eyes gave no emotions away. He didn’t wait for a reaction or an answer from Marc, he turned his heels and left.

Marc stood in the middle of the paddock, completely stunned. Somehow it felt so much worse than when Marco came to yell at him last year. He had been fuming and angry and stupid. There he was just… Cold.

Marc was walking back to his motorhome. He had a free practice to focus on.

He wasn’t going to let the Italian distract him from anything. It was only a hook up, he wouldn’t even have texted him or tried to talk to him if there hadn’t been a PR risk. But this was all buried and hidden away, he could just move on.

Once he entered the Gressini garage, any thoughts of idiotic Italians vanished and he started talking to his mechanics.

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“What’s up with Marquez?” Pecco asked, as he barged into the room. Bez loudly grunted in response.

“Shut up,” he whined, earning only a raised eyebrow from his friend who settled on his couch, not bothering to ask for his opinion. They had just wrapped up with qualifying and the media pen. Pecco had showered, his hair was still dripping water on his shirt – and now onto Bez’s couch.

“No, seriously. Vale wouldn’t say anything, and you are just… weird. So?”

Bez wanted to disappear, or maybe die. Someone please put him out of his misery and just strike him down. But he trusted Peco enough to mutter. “We hooked up. In Austin. People took pictures of us kissing before we left the club.” Bez wasn’t looking at Pecco, rather focusing on taking off his leathers. But he could imagine him, wide eyes.

“So why are you being weird? Was he that bad?”

“No,” Bez sputtered, caught off guard. “My career was almost ruined. Because of him.”

“It wasn’t,” Pecco pointed out, his eyes steady and confused, fixed on Bez. “So, what’s actually wrong? Was it ‘cause he was awful at it? Cause I don’t really see the issue. They took care of the photos, right? And worst-case scenario it would have been like the Jorge/Aleix thing, no?”

Bez sighed, loudly, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. Pecco didn’t get it, it wasn’t even about what happened. That night, he had seen his entire career and hopes flash before his eyes. He wouldn’t risk it again, he wouldn’t. But he couldn’t help that he wanted Marc again. And as long as he felt that way, he couldn’t let his guard down.

“He was not awful. And they did take care of the pictures.”

“So?” Pecco pressed again. But Bez wasn’t saying anything. “Sure, I wouldn’t have picked Marquez, of all people. But I’ve seen you take worse decisions.”

“It was only a one night stand. I don’t owe him anything, he doesn’t either. I don’t see the issue. It’s not like I even was on his radar before Austin. So let’s continue like that. Anyway, I’m taking a shower.”

“Can I come with?” Pecco laughed

“I’m telling Domizia!” Bez shouted before shutting the door behind him. He took a quick shower, sighing at the warm water. His mind briefly drifting to the qualifying results—P2. He felt good about the race ahead. He didn’t let his mind linger too much on what ifs, that would be for the debrief and tomorrow. Afterward, he slipped into more comfortable clothes, and when he opened the door, Pecco was still there, now completely laying down on the couch. He was scrolling on his phone.

“Don’t you have a debrief or something?” Bez asked.

“Don’t you?” Pecco shot back, not even looking at him.

“Later. Do you want to get some food?”

[star-s-631]

⚠︎︎Omega verse AU!!⚠︎︎

VR46 academy is a big pack for sure but who would be in Marc’s pack? Alex ofc…Maybe his pack is little… or he doesn’t have one. because Marc is quite strong and independent omega. But Marc would feel safe and comfortable around Fabio(idk which one he is), Dovi(alpha), santi (B?). Anyone else?Fermin? David? Anyone else?

******In my head*** Alex:Beta(or omega), Franky,Vele, Luca, bez and pecco:alpha, cele: omega (or B), Mig and Fabio idk… ,Dani: alpha, Jorge l: omega, Casey:alpha

[myrquez]

i have MANY thoughts about marcs relationship with pecco versus his relationship with bezz (compelling in different ways!)

with pecco you can tell he’s naturally more closed off, and marc seems like he’s coaxing pecco out of his shell with him slowly! like very on pecco’s terms, very aware that how he acts affects pecco’s feelings on him a lot

compared to with bezz, who’s feelings on marc were kinda set already, and marc seems aware that if bezz is going to change his opinion on marc it has to come out of his own choice/own brain, he is NAWT going to be coaxed out! so he lets bezz make his decisions before starting to engage with him when he made clear that he’d changed his mind about marc

marc’s super media aware so that Could be playing into it, but i think marc is just good at reading people and has been pretty thoughtful about pecco and bezz because of their very close proximity to vale, and therefore more difficult to manage interpersonal relationships. the more i think about it the more i appreciate marc’s maturity, and just general sweetness despite everything

THIS! exactly this anon! thank you <3

i often joked about the fact that marc probably doesn’t even know bez full government name, bc you can tell how he acts around him. is he gentle and absolutely nice in every case? yes, but nothing more than that. if bez speaks to him, or greets him even, that’s totally okay. but he will NOT start any conv whatsoever. no sign of acknowledgment. ofc he’d be happy if he saw bez being nice to him a bit more day by day but it’s not something that he’s actually searching for. (i still think the fight they had last year is something that its not really easy to brush off… for marc, at least, def not)

that’s why marcmarc to me is HEAVILY on bez’s side. i think he has to be the one taking the first steps ofc.

with pecco is Sooo different, bc you can tell how marc always goes and try to chat with him a bit!, ever since the testing days. he knows pecco has always been the “moderate” one, at least compared to bez. i think he also came to respect him as a rider, eventually, and as he was entering ducati’s ranks ofc pecco had to be his reference if he wanted to be the absolute best. they both love going for some psychological warfare, something that marc is a master at, and pecco just learnt from the best during his academy days. their battles on track are the funniest and most entertaining thing for marc. and vale’s shadow is still THERE nevertheless. just a bunch of things that get mixed together, and that really does enhance their lore!!

ofc, this could also somehow help marc’s position for next year, as pecco wants the atmosphere at ducati to not get ruined. so, idk anon, there are sooo many layers playing a hand in their relationship!! very. VERY compelling

[artanticaa]

in my head it was just that they never dare ask the name of who's in the photo and marc is solely known as "the small bastard" by everyone in the shop. and when they finally do meet him, bez is like "if you're a tattoo artist, why don't you have any tattoos?" and marc just shrugs and goes "i'm afraid of needles". although bonus for him having a 46 tattoo somewhere hidden (upper thigh?) that drives vale insane whenever he thinks of it and has him stabbing the photo with the dart very aggressively while everyone else is sat there like ... okay then. oh and pecco and bez doing their first proper tattoos once they've qualified or whatever on each other bc cute. there's more like plot and drama in my head lol, but it's all v self indulgent lol.

IM CRYING- no no “the small bastard” is literally perfect and i love that so much…

What i’ve come up with so far is basically marc has his own studio and vale hates it because marc is very into like his own one style and like “new” tattoo trends, so like UV tattoos and all that fun stuff… i’m thinking maybe marc apprenticed with Vale like a loooong time ago and then they had a big falling out

marc seems like he doesn’t have any tattoos but i like the idea that he has UV ones and they don’t show up until he goes like fucking black light mini golfing or something and then he’s glowing everywhere 😭

AND WITH PECCO AND BEZZ UR SO SPOT ON BRO- they DEFINITELY have atrocious stick and poke tattoos from when they were like 15 and once they get licensed they give a tattoo to each other ASAP HAHAHA

Somewhere between all of this i picture Bezz wandering into Marc’s shop one day not knowing it’s “the small bastard’s” and marc comes out of the back wearing like a mask and goggles because he’s laser removing someone’s tattoo (he offers that service) and has a whole conversation with Bezz without showing his face and Bezz LOVES him and comes back to get a tattoo and Marc’s face is showing and Bezz is like “oh my god it’s YOU🫵”

But again thank you so much for enjoying this💕

[formulapookie]

i need to know more abt petplay marcmarc 😿😿😿😿

ok so I’ve got nothing written (yet) but I can yap about it a bit

So Bez likes praise, that is obvious from day one of their relationship (yes it’s an established relationship in this fic)

Marc usually praises him while Bez sucks him off or fucks him, for how much he can without moaning with a broken voice, because Bez really IS good.

One of the first times Bez and Marc fucked a bit more rough (cause racing shit happened like they both DNF) Marc bites a bit at his neck and Bez almost cums on the spot and Marc jokingly says “If you can cum from me just kissing your neck I may think about having to put a collar on it to keep you at bay” and Bez goes RED but like crimson red because he never told Marc but he’d love the feeling of having a collar round his neck while they fuck, it makes him feel owned.

And Marc obviously notices because he notices everything.

And plays more into it.

“Yeah you’d look beautiful collared up for me Marco, I could just tell you what to do and you’d obey right? Like a good puppy”

And Bez just can’t hold himself back anymore and comes right there and then.

After this Marc is REALLY interested in this side of Bez he hasn’t explored fully yet, so he tries to have a conversation over it but Bez is too shy.

And Marc reassures him he doesn’t have to be shy about it, that he’s in fact very attracted by this side of him because it’s something new to him too.

And Bez so just tells him he likes the idea of being bossed around like that, that even if he’s the one doing the fucking Marc is the one in control, Marc can tug at the collar how he pleases and get him closer or further from him when he sees fit, just basically being there for Marc’s pleasure.

And Marc goes crazy for it because like yeah it’s obvious that Bez was a little submissive in the bedroom but THIS? Oh this just gives him so many possibilities

So he begins looking for a pretty enough collar to have Bez wear next time he feels like it (because obv they don’t like do this every time they fuck) and he finds one who’s made of black leather and he can personalise with a name.

So he buys it and has “Marco” written on it

He hopes he made a good thing and when he sees Bez’s reaction he knows he did.

He goes red again but clearly with arousal rather than embarrassment and drags Marc to the bed and begs him to please put that damn collar on him and do what he wants and tell him what to do

[fall0utmind]

Chapter 15!!

I said it would be quicker, I did not lie. Feedback always appreciated

ao3 here

enjoy!!!

plus - a gif for you

Saturday brings bright blue skies and glorious sunshine. Marc wakes up with a smile already playing on his lips and a self-assurance that has been missing for quite some time. It feels like something has shifted, recently. He joined Ducati to enjoy racing and to win, and that is what he’s done. Yes, he misses Honda, but it feels like the clouds have finally lifted after months, years, of darkness.

Marc hums under his breath as he completes his usual morning routine, already in a good mood. There were rain showers overnight, forming small puddles on the ground which reflects the bright morning light. The sun filters through the motorhome windows, already warming the air. A new dawn has broken.

He changes into his team polo and shorts, grabs his pass, and heads out into the paddock, strolling towards hospitality. As he leaves, he hears Alex padding around his room, meaning he will have company at breakfast.

 As Marc walks, he allows himself to think. The weekend is progressing rapidly and it is becoming increasingly apparent that Valentino is ignoring him. He has tried not to become too wrapped up in the thought, but Marc doesn’t understand why and is becoming more frustrated by the hour. It is even more irritating because it’s not as though Vale completely disregards his presence; instead, he praises Marc to any journalist who will listen, commenting on his speed and skill as if perfectly normal. But then, whenever they stumble across each other in the paddock, Valentino will blink at him owlishly before hightailing it away from Marc, leaving him frozen to the spot and confused.

Yesterday, Marc was walking back to the garages with Bez and Luca (if you had told him that 3 weeks ago, he would have laughed in your face). Valentino stood on the threshold of the VR46 garage, talking to a mechanic. As if sensing their presence, Vale’s eyes shot towards Marc and time froze for a beat, before Valentino promptly rushed inside, almost colliding with a mechanic who spun away in shock. Bez stared, wide-eyed, at his mentor’s retreating form; Luca only swore and muttered grumpily under his breath. Marc frowned at the bizarre behaviour, wondering if maybe they had caught him at a bad time. Luca didn’t mention it as they walked back to the Honda garage, so Marc didn’t either.  Marc hadn’t thought too much about it until later when he identified the pattern of avoidance.  

To make matters worse, Valentino keeps staring, his eyes glued to Marc whenever they’re within each other’s vicinity. It’s not even subtle. There is an odd tension between them, a reluctance to break the fragile barrier which separates them, even as they observe each other through it. The irony is that it is of their own making.

People are noticing now too, going crazy with it online. Marc really wishes that he would stop breaking the internet. Between Vale’s odd behaviour, fixation, and the academy boys, it’s obvious to anyone watching that things have changed. The theories are slightly wild, ranging from interesting to down-right absurd. Alex takes great delight in showing Marc every video and fan theory. Marc is just trying to survive.

It plays on his mind all morning, through breakfast, set up, and practice. Thankfully, he becomes somewhat distracted from the whole issue (now mentally dubbed as the ‘Valentino problem’) by Dovi, who turns up, as promised, after FP2 on Saturday morning. His presence in the garage is a shock at first since he is a day early, but Marc quickly settles into the familiarity of the older man’s presence. He is so wrapped up in entertaining Dovi that he misses how Valentino’s longing stares turn into envious glares.

Marc lets the other man hang around in the garage and sweet-talk his parents (Alex rolls his eyes, hard). Marc continues to prepare around them, feeling the way Dovi’s eyes track him across the space. It has not gone unnoticed, the ex-rider’s presence in their garage. He has noticed the looks from Alex, and the raised eyebrows from team members and other riders as they pass by. Marc wonders what people will say as he tugs on his leathers and grabs his helmet. Dovi is right there handing him his gloves with a smile and a pat on the shoulder. His hand is warm. Marc finds himself not caring about anyone else’s thoughts on the matter.

The morning is going well, he topped the timesheet across the practice session. He knows what people are saying now, the big words and unconcealed anticipation.

A dominating weekend.

A step above the rest

He is flying, at one with the bike.

It’s only reaffirmed when he hops off the bike after qualifying, beaming from ear to ear. Nothing beats the feeling of soaring through laps on a bike which is behaving. He snags a track record while he’s at it. 0.8 seconds clear of the next person. It’s elation and vindication all in one.

Marc has dominated the weekend so far and now he’s qualified in pole to seal the deal. People are talking, but this weekend, it’s not about his past, or his stupid fucking medical records. Instead, they say he is back, Marc Marquez is on top form once again. An echo of Marc from before, of Honda Marc, of Marc in 2013, 14, hell even 19.

The smile he wears is vicious, self-satisfied and as he settles into the feeling of pole he thinks to himself.

No. This is Marc of 2024 and he will be one to remember.

*

The Afternoon rolls around quickly, between watching the feeder series and preparing.

Marc enters the sprint race feeling confident in a way that he hasn’t felt in years. He can practically taste a victory. He doesn’t look at anyone else on the grid, head down as he strides to his bike. He locks in and focuses on the finish line.

Corner after corner he bolts around the track, barely placing a foot wrong. He feels in tune with the bike, melding into one. He tucks himself as close as he can into the unforgiving machine on the straights and tips onto the corners as much as he dares.

 No one can get close, he is practically untouchable.

He flies through the final few turns to the roar of the crowd. And he thinks that there’s nothing quite like home.

He wins, of course. Jorge pulls up next to him, a congratulating touch before he drives into the distance. Alex flies over the line in fourth. When he reaches Marc, he tugs him closer, slapping his back and grinning wildly underneath his visor.

Three years and then two wins in as many weeks. After everyone who doubted him, he still rises. He holds onto that knowledge as he celebrates.

“What”, Marc replies, his brow furrowed as he pulls back from the hug.

Pecco pulls himself inside after the podium, clapping their hands together and pulling Marc into a half hug. That alone is shocking enough, the embrace of a friend, rather than a forced acquaintance or a colleague. As Pecco leans into it, he mutters into Marc’s ear.

“Will you talk to Vale? Please?”

“Marc, please. He’s worrying me sick. You should have seen him last week. He was like an empty shell. He would kill me if he knew that I told you. But he wasn’t eating, or sleeping, or anything.”, Pecco rushes, not giving Marc time to reply.

“I don’t know why he won't talk to you. I think has convinced himself that you don’t want him or that he isn’t worth it. I don’t know. I really don’t understand his mind but please just give him a chance. We miss Vale. You both deserve to be happy,” he continues to grovel.

“He was probably upset about something else. Or embarrassed. How do you know this is even about me?”.

“Oh come on, surely you’ve noticed Marc. It’s like he’s an empty shell without you, especially now. Just talk to him, please?”

Marc sighs.

"I’ll think about it”.

*

The garage is already alive with celebration as Marc approaches. He knows it will not be too wild, that is saved for tomorrow, but with both bikes in the top 5, it calls for at least a small party. The crew are delighted, all too happy to pull Marc into hugs and slap him on the back. Marc melts into it every time, winning and making him soft.

Alex is there, as are his parents. He relaxes in their presence; and lets his walls fall around his team and his family. Dovi wraps his arms around Marc and cheers into his ear when the team announce his success. Warmth blooms inside of him. Followed instantly by guilt when he remembers Valentino. He disentangles himself from Dovi.

They don’t celebrate for too long, exhaustion from the long day catching up with them and the promise of another long one tomorrow hanging ahead. He thanks his team and says his goodbyes, pressing close to Frankie when they embrace.

He’s thinking about Valentino again. How to confront him so they can finally talk, or at least Valentino can meet his eyes. Ironically, Marc’s on the way back to his motorhome when he almost walks straight into someone. He lifts his head to apologise only to come face to face with a shocked-looking Valentino.

Well, it’s certainly one way to confront the person who’s been ignoring you.

Their position is startlingly similar to two weeks ago when Vale had grabbed him in between two buildings and spat poison. Marc shivers. Suddenly he is ice-cold. Sometimes he thinks he is over it but is always plunged into the memories of the hurt Valentino has caused.

This isn’t exactly what he’d imagined when he thought about talking.

Marc takes him in. He doesn’t look much better than yesterday, his eyes sunken and flitting around as if unsure where to look. He holds himself with a nervous tension that Marc doesn’t recognise. He frowns.

“Valentino-”

The older man interrupts him, “It was a good race.”

Marc sighs.

“You are strong at this track” Valentino rambles, not giving Marc a chance to steer the conversation.

“Vale”, Marc tries, hating the way Valentino still pauses at the nickname, his eyes widening fractionally. But the older man still ploughs on in stuttered gasping sentences, broken off as if catching his breath.

“And I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry”

“Jesus Marc, I don’t know what’s wrong with me”

Valentino is properly babbling now, going off on a tangent about worth and purpose. He’s switched to rapid Italian, which makes it difficult to follow. Marc always thought his Italian was good but now he’d hear Valentino talk about not deserving him and suddenly he feels illiterate. Marc expects that at least one of them is losing it. He’s also not sure Vale has even noticed that he’s speaking a different language.

It’s odd, the nervous look in his eyes is uncannily like shame and the way they dart around, never settling on one thing like guilt. Valentino is breathing heavily in between sentences, stumbling over his words as they fall past his lips.

Not for the first time, Marc wonders what has happened in the past weeks for Valentino to be like this. He’s never seen in, not in the 12 years he’s known the man, nor the previous 15 years of idolising him. Marc wonders whether it is embarrassment after everything that happened- the drunk confessions and the kiss. But Valentino has never been a man of shame.

Valentino is still going on, something about losing Marc. It’s all incredibly depressing, Marc muses. He really should stop this before it gets worse.  

“Valentino, listen to me!” he interrupts, unable to prevent the frustration seeping into his words. Trust Vale to try to apologise and somehow ignore him again while doing it.

Valentino freezes.

Unlike two weeks ago, this time it is Vale who tries to flee the conversation, beginning to turn away from Marc. No doubt his words are beginning to catch up with him as he starts to swiftly walk away.

Marc doesn’t let him.

He grabs hold of Valentino’s wrist, wrapping his fingers around the protruding bone there, and yanks, spinning Vale around to face him.

Valentino may be taller, but Marc has always had muscle mass on his side.

“Jesus Vale, can we not just have a normal adult conversation about this?” He hisses.

Valentino doesn’t reply. Marc tips his head back to the open sky and briefly prays for strength. He doesn’t let go of Valentino, even though the contact burns.

“No apparently not” Marc seethes in response to Valentino’s silence.  

“Fine I’ll go first then, shall I? Since you are now apparently mute and we can't keep avoiding this conversation

What the hell is wrong with you? Normally you’d be ripping into me by now. Instead, you’re playing nice to the media and ignoring me? It’s like you can’t decide what you want to do. You tell me you love me and then give me the cold shoulder. I’m so confused. Even the boys are worried. This is stupid” he snaps at Valentino.

The other man stares, his face void of anger. It makes Marc stumble. He expected anger, there’s always something – cold malice, fury in his face when he looks at Marc or is spoken to like this.

“How did I not notice?” Valentino whispers

“What?” Marc asks in disbelief, turning around to check their surroundings and seeing nothing there. Maybe Valentino has actually finally lost it.

“How did I not notice it then? What I was doing? How you were feeling,” Vale mumbles almost as if talking to himself.

Marc laughs harshly, 

“What are you on about? Is old age finally catching up with you?”

Valentino doesn’t react. He normally reacts, shouting at Marc, spinning his words to the media. Being cruel.

“2015, how did I not know?”

It clicks for Marc then and disbelief fills him.

“That’s what this is about? Vale no one noticed. In case you missed it, I’m good at hiding this stuff.” He deadpans, still not understanding why they're having this conversation.

Marc doesn’t want to talk about it. Certainly not with a man who’s hated him for a decade, an ex-rival, ex-friend, ex-lover. Anyone but Valentino.

Even if they are beginning my make amends.

“But I should have – I didn’t-” Valentino stammers.

Marc scoffs.

“Valentino! Alex didn’t even know. My baby brothers. We’re inseparable and he didn’t even notice. You were never going to. And I didn’t need your help. I wasn’t some damsel for you to save” Marc barks, fed up with all of this. He’s embarrassed to be having this conversation; it’s not a nice thing to think about. It sets him on edge.

Maybe that’s what makes him go too far. Saying things that sting Valentino, making him flinch.

Marc presses on, “Is this what you’re upset about? Not noticing? Or have you finally got it through that thick head of yours that maybe you had a role to play? That for once you could admit your mistakes.”

Valentino swallows, once, twice and nods.

Marc has the unsettling realisation that Valentino has tears in his eyes, actual tears. Suddenly Pecco’s fears feel real. Valentino sitting at home, alone, stewing in guilt.

Marc’s anger deflates, it’s still there, sizzling in the background but no longer glowing red.

He looks away. It’s too weird. Like something ripped out of 23-year-old him and his dreams that Valentino would come to his senses. He feels flayed out and wounded. Unsure in that face of a Valentino who knows all of his secrets and still feels remorse.  

When Marc looks back up, Valentino’s smile is dimmed and watery.

“It’s only taken a decade, right?” Valentino chokes out, his self-deprecation evident as he laughs bitterly, shaking his head.  

“Can you ever forgive me?” He asks, soft and unsure. Marc falls quiet. Takes one breath. Two. He is still mortified they are talking about this.

“You hurt me so much Vale, I need time, I need so much time to heal from this,” Marc admits, refusing to meet his eyes. Valentino reaches out a hand, cupping his face and lifting his chin. Marc goes without complaint, blinking up at Valentino.

“We will talk, yes?” Valentino whispers

Marc nods, now forced to make eye contact.  "Yes, we need to. We have a lot to catch up on." He sighs.

Valentino has such pretty eyes. He hates himself for thinking it. There’s always such a confusing mix of emotions dragged to the surface when he’s face to face with Vale.

Hurt, anger, frustration, fear, hope, love.

“What are you doing after this weekend?” Marc enquires.

“Well, I might celebrate when you win but after that not much” Valentino jokes. Marc blushes slightly at the compliment and nods at Vale.

He pointedly ignores the assumption.

“I am a forgiving person. Grudges hurt more and I have wanted this for too long not to try.” Marc confesses.

“And Dovi?”

Marc sighs, typical Valentino.

“You’ll have to get over that jealousy at some point. He’s a good friend” Marc chides, trying to soothe the sting of his open wound.

Valentino nods solemnly, knowing that is the best he will get and acknowledging that it wasn’t an answer.

He huffs and sticks out his hand,

“For old time's sake, friends?”

Valentino’s eyes are searching.

Marc laughs, bright and shocked. He takes Valentino’s palm in his own and shakes it.

 Valentino memorises the warmth of Marc's calloused palm and thinks that he never wants to lose this again.

[red-ruth]

Phillip Island GP

//Info//

27 laps Dry Race/Flag2Flag DNFS: 2

Pole: Jorge Martin Winner: Marc Marquez Fastest Lap: Marc Marquez (1:27.765s on Lap 9) New Lap Record! (previously held by Marquez from 2013)

Race Podium: 1 Marc Marquez (+25pts) + 0.997s 2 Jorge Martin (+20pts) + 9.103s 3 Pecco Bagnaia (+15pts)

Championship Standings: 1 Jorge Martin (424 pts) + 20 2 Pecco Bagnaia (404 pts) + 59 3 Marc Marquez (345 pts) + 14 4 Enea Bastianini (331 pts)

Summary and Report under read now

//Summary//

Marc gets his own tear off under his rear wheel in the start. He’s not able to reach it and it causes a horrific start. He barely gets any acceleration and ends up p13 going into turn 1. By turn 2, he’s p9. By turn 3, he's p6.

The rest of the grid has very similar starts as the sprint. Pecco has a great start and sneaks past Maverick in p3 into p2. However, he has a wobble just before/at the braking and loses the place to Bez. Jorge has a significant lead into turn 1 due to the other two front row starters having bad starts and is unchallenged.

Binder gets a great start, up 7 places into p5. As does Morbidelli in p4.

By end of lap 1, Jorge has a half second gap.

There’s a small gap Marc is having to make up from p6 so there’s a battle for p4 between binder and morbidelli.

Bez does his long lap penalty from the sprint. The race order is now Martin, Bagnaia, Morbidelli, Binder, Marquez.

Once Marc catches them, Binder makes a mistake and Marc has a look. However the following corner he passes him and into p4

Lap 3 Marc is p4

Lap 4 Bez crashes and rejoins, slide from turn 4.

Pecco keeping gap steady to Jorge, he’s not pulling away like the sprint. Tyre saving mode.

Marc has slip stream on Morbidelli passes him into p3

Marc sets fastest lap, he’s now got clear air infront. 0.859 second gap to Pecco lap 5.

Luca Marini has to give up a place because he undertook under yellow flag.

Lap 6 Enea in p6, he’s stuck in traffic. The top three are pulling away significantly.

On lap 6, Marc breaks the race lap record from 2013 that he placed himself. I didn’t record it at the time as he continued to improve, but the record is currently the time he set on lap 9, 1:27.765s.

Diggi and Enea scrapping for p6 on lap 8.

Marc has caught Pecco the same lap. And closes 8 tenths on Jorge in the lead.

Marc tries a lot down the straight to pass Pecco, but he can’t match him in the braking.

With Marc and Pecco fighting for p2, the hurry up is now closing the gap to Jorge

Lap 11 Jorge does a mistake, loses a lot of time and all three of the close into a three way battle. Pecco passes Jorge on the inside, Jorge gets him in the switchback, except Marc sees the gap Jorge went through and follows him, putting Jorge back into p1 and Marc past Pecco into p2.

Jorge and Marc both sit together, pulling away from Pecco. Marc doesn’t really try any moves, but he barely lets the gap go below 0.200s from here on out.

Lap 16 the gap to Pecco is one second. A few laps later, with Pecco losing his tow, this gap has doubled.

Lap 18 Jorge goes wide slightly. He’s making minor mistakes.

Marc has the same problem in the straight he had with Pecco in that he turns so much better in the corners, especially the left handers, but he can’t even try on the straight because the gp24 (and Martin too) can brake so much later than him. Even though he gets the run on the both of them, it amounts to nothing.

Lap 20 the speed of the front runners is incredible. Enea (p4) is 10 seconds behind Jorge. That’s half a second faster than the rest of the field. They’re in a race of their own.

Lap 23 (4 laps to go), Jorge goes wide by the smallest margin, Marc sees the gap and plants himself on the apex, passing him and making it stick. However, Jorge is very very close behind.

The start of lap 24, Marc, who has not shaken Jorge, gains on him on the straight, and flies past Marc in the braking at turn 1.

Same lap, turn 4, same corner he did the pass on the previous lap, Jorge brakes later, responding to his own mistake that let Marc through the first time. However Marc does the opposite, lunges down the inside of Jorge, slows right down at the apex, pushing Jorge off line/out. Then accelerates out of the corner, creating that gap Marc needed the first time. He learnt from the previous lap.

Lap 26 Marc has seriously pulled away. Jorge tries the same thing at turn 1 that got him back to p1 before, however he was too far back and Marc stays ahead.

Joan Mir crashes and retires

Last lap, Stoner corner, the one corner Marc’s been so strong at all weekend, he pulls such a massive advantage from Jorge that by the time he’s crossed the line Marc is nearly a second over Jorge.

//Report//

Thank you Marc Marquez for your masterclass. I know there are a lot of people complaining about the racing at the level that Ducati is at. Which is fair, it leaves a lot of seriously talented riders not having the results they need because they’re just not on ducatis. However, as a Marquez fan I’m having a ball, and I’ll admit my bias in that.

So first off the bat, the looney toons ass start leaving Marc in butt fuck knowhere, yet he recovers half of it in the first sector is insane. From there on it’s basically just the same as the sprint. Working through the field. And I said yesterday, five laps longer he would’ve caught Jorge. So Marc gets to that point in the race where he has the track he just needs to put the laps in and he does.

Genuinely, Marc was faster than the gp24s in terms of pace. But he was really struggling to actually pass them. You can see how hard he has to work. I felt insane watching him consistently get better exits, carry more corner speed, rotate the bike on a completely different level, and all the gp24s had to do was get the braking right and it undos all that.

Marc was seriously struggling to get past Pecco, and if it weren’t for that little three way kerfuffle giving him the opportunity to, I feel as if he would’ve been stuck behind him for much longer.

Ultimately it wouldn’t have made that much of a difference because Jorge and Marc’s pace was unreal. Watching them pull away further and further, with Marc so far up Jorge’s ass he could probably smell his breakfast, and for it to stay that way for Multiple Laps, crazy. I know really it was just going around and around in circles because Marc wasn’t making many moves at first, but that last 7 laps or so, with Jorge making mistakes, and Marc lunging it left and right was beautiful. I love good clean impressive racing. In my live notes all I put for Marc’s final move was just “most beautiful lunge ever”

But I cannot imagine being Pecco in this situation. I know Phillip island is Marc’s strength, but it’s so clear that this race was Marc using his skills to best bikes with clear advantages. With Martin going to Aprilia next year, your sole competitor’s only drawback being the advantages you hold over him, the same advantages that will be levelled next year is scary. Because what that was from Marc, was pure skill. The title fight next year is going to be fiery, but we’ve known that :)

Also, god I’m so unsure how this championship is going to pan out. I know we're saying this is going right down to Valencia, and I agree, but to be honest, the next race will make the difference to me. If Jorge is at or around the level he was this weekend in Thailand, I think he’ll be taking it in Valencia. If Pecco does, this faux battle will continue for longer, let’s see what happens :)

[hotmessmaxpress]

Regarding the OF au: i think it would be really funny if one of the other guys does know marc from OF (maybe someone who you wouldnt expect it from like pecco or franky or maybe even cele?) and they try so hard not to let it show

hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

yes I like it

this was supposed to be funny but it's actually about bezz being in a gay crisis lol

The evening after Vale and Marc go riding, they head back to Vale's place. Luca has clearly texted the group chat, because the academy riders just happen to invite themselves over for dinner. 

Marc is incredibly intimidated by the other riders; it’s no secret that he’s closer in age to some of them than he is to Vale, and he can’t help but think about how differently he would know them if he hadn’t crashed out of Moto2. He wonders if they’d be friends.

Luca has already seemed to embrace him, and Pecco is polite and welcoming. Uccio is not there, thankfully. Luca explains that Franky will meet him at some point but that he doesn’t usually check the group chat and wouldn’t be there on short notice. 

Bezz and Cele are... odd. 

Cele has a staring problem; he stares at Marc with wide eyes to a point that it unnerves Marc. He laughs awkwardly at everything that Marc says, and in all honesty he seems a little hysterical. 

Bezz is not unfriendly, but he makes it clear to Marc that he isn’t welcome in their exclusive little club. Vale seems fondly exasperated by Bezz’s behavior, though, so Marc assumes that Bezz must just have a personality that is distrustful of new people. Marc is a people pleaser, though, and he knows he can charm Bezz in due time. 

xx

“What the fuck?” Bezz hisses, as soon as Bezz and Cele climb into the car at the end of dinner.

“What?” Cele asks, wiping his sweaty palms on his shorts.

“What the fuck was that?” Bezz asks again, driving entirely too fast down the familiar road into town from Vale’s. 

“What?” Cele asks. 

“Don’t make me pull over, Celin,” Bezz says, teetering on the edge of hysterical. 

Cele is quiet. “Okay so I’ve seen him before.”

Bezz glances over at him, waiting for him to continue. 

“I thought that it might have been from racing because Luca said that they raced together but then I figured out where.”

He’s quiet for a minute, and his next sentence comes out like a wheeze.

“It’s from porn.”

Bezz nearly misses a stop sign, and slams on the brakes. He’s lucky no one is around– his Cupra slides into the intersection. He breathes for a moment and then continues driving, blessedly almost at Cele’s home. 

“What do you mean, porn?” Bezz grits out. 

“Onlyfans,” Cele admits weakly. “I subscribe to him.”

Bezz parks the car in a haze, brain completely and totally shorted out. He has no thoughts, only the echo of Celestino admitting that Vale’s new boyfriend is a porn star and that Cele has watched his porn. 

Cele is interested in men. Sweet Celin, Marco’s best friend, is sexually attracted to men. He masturbates to men. He has paid actual money to masturbate to a man. A man that Bezz just shared a meal with. A man that his mentor and friend is presumably fucking railing at this very moment.

“Bezz?” Cele asks hesitantly.

Bezz turns to stare at him with wide eyes. 

“Huh?”

Cele is looking at him in concern. 

“Bezz you need to shut the car off,” Cele says gently, like he’s talking to a nervous animal. 

Bezz robotically shuts the car off, climbing out and following Cele into his home. He follows the younger man in a haze, brain still frozen at the knowledge that his Cele has masturbated to Vale’s boyfriend. Vale’s boyfriend who is a man. Vale’s boyfriend who is objectively attractive, okay, Bezz isn’t going to lie about that and he’s not blind. 

Cele pours him a glass of wine and Bezz drinks half of it in one gulp. Cele appears at a loss. 

“Are you mad at me?” he asks, and it is like a bucket of cold water dumped over Bezz's head. He snaps to attention. 

“What? No? Why would I be mad at you?”

Cele shrugs. 

“I never told you that I like men.”

In hindsight, as Bezz thinks about their various clubbing adventures together, it shouldn’t have been a surprise. 

Cele looks worried, and Bezz takes his hands. 

“No, no. It’s okay. I wish you would have told me, but it’s okay.”

Me too, his brain supplies, and he nearly short-circuits. He has never considered liking men. He definitely likes women, so he’s not sure what is happening in his brain. Since when does he like men? Why does he have the urge to tell Celestino that he does?

Cele seems to understand that Bezz is having a Moment, and he guides him gently to sit on the couch. He puts on a movie and leans against Bezz the way he always does. The way he always does. Because of course Celin always leans against him when they watch movies and of course Celin makes snide remarks about the characters and of course Bezz’s heart races when he makes a joke that makes Celin laugh. 

Bezz looks down at him halfway through the movie, and Celin’s eyes are heavy-lidded as he starts to fall asleep. Bezz wants to kiss him. Fuck, he thinks. I am so fucked.

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Oooh ds au motogp, you mentioned thirst trap slutty chaos demon Jorge? Please do tell me more, im very intrigued. 👀

So Fabio being a good boy and Marc deliberatly getting a spanking by posting thirst traps were just so delicious. Fabulousness.

But what punishment does Marc recieve for the soft porn half naked workout videos? Or did he gave permission for those ones? Or was that when he felt very neglected and passive aggresivly shot those without a collar and posted?

On the other end of the insta spectrum how much does dom coo over marc and his brother's dog, fabio and various dogs, jorge and his (?) dog, enea and his dog, bezz and his dog (was it any other moto boy you liked for this?). Like the adorableness.

Also Fabio in various soft sweaters, so coo worthy, need to cuddle and pet his hair.

And then we have Marc in various post surgery and injury recovery pics. Is that something his dom takes as a sign that Marc needs all the soft but structured scenes. Needs to just float and let someone else be in the drivers seat for a little while and be loved and cared for?

Cheers 🏍 anon

There are only three things guarantees in the universe: death, taxes and 🏍️ anon dropping killer MotoGP asks. I fucking love this. I really want to write more for MotoGP cause they’re actually truly my favourite lads.

So I’m gonna discuss this by separating each concept, because I think that makes the most sense? As always, let me know if you want to hear more about anything/if anything inspires you/if you want to see more MotoGP!

D/S AU THIRST TRAPS:

So firstly, as I said Jorge is indeed a chaos demon with this, and I say demon because he doesn’t just post his own thirst traps, no no he must drag you into hell with him. He’s not getting into heaven and neither are you.

If you go to the gym with him, sweaty workout selfies of both of you WILL be posted. He must show off both his insane body and also his insanely hot dominant. And he’ll do the most suggestive poses over, he once posted a picture of him shirtless leaning against you, literally licking your neck he’s an absolute menace.

You have to curate the pictures he does and does not post or else he will post straight up porn on his Instagram stories, and he’s perfectly happy with you choosing what he can post as long as he’s still allowed to post soft core porn and pictures with you.

As for Marc’s punishments….

So I think the half naked workout videos actually are taken with permission, mostly because they actually have to be edited? It takes work before those can be posted, unlike just taking his shirt off and posting a picture.

In fact I think him doing them without a collar would probably somehow be a requirement? Like a sponsor doesn’t want him to wear it. And Marc, as much as he loves to push your buttons, would NEVER take his collar off because that’s his everything. So he was very unhappy filming those videos and had to take multiple breaks to get reassurance from you.

However, he does get punished for just randomly posting half naked pictures without permission and that is always done when he’s feeling bratty and wants attention. He gets his attention for them, which is a very good spanking followed by a cockcage but that’s exactly what he wanted.

CUTENESS:

(I adore all of this babble)

So firstly, all of the subs take introducing you to their dogs VERY seriously. Especially Marc and Bez. It was an entire event with Bez. You literally had to come to his house just to meet his dog. As for Marc, he conveniently forgets the dogs are actually Alex’s and just treats them like his own and it’s also very important that you like them and get along with them.

For Bez especially though, because whenever he has the time he’s always with his dog and he doesn’t want to have to split his time between his Dom and his dog. And he absolutely adores spending time just the three of you. In fact maybe you start calling bez’s dog in for aftercare? You get Bez all cleaned up and fed and whatnot and then it’s just time for cuddles and waiting for him to recover so you call his dog in and then Bez can have dog cuddles!! It’s the absolute best. Just a happy, sleepy fucked out Bez cuddling his dog.

Oh god and Fabio with all his sweaters!! I actually recently spoke about this on discord server and I’m gonna repeat it here: Fabio LOVES being his Dom’s babygirl. He loves to be cared for and loved on and looked after and treated like he’s too pretty to do anything for himself. He’ll put on some comfy oversized sweater and his cute little glasses and fuzzy socks and come snuggle right under his Dom’s arm, refusing to do anything for himself because he’s simply too cute and too sweet you must do it all for him.

And Marc! Poor Marc. Honestly by this point I think you’d have a whole aftercare protocol in place for post surgery care with him just because of the sheer number of surgeries he’s had to undergo. I think the first few days after surgery are always the toughest for Marc, because that’s when he can do the least and when he literally just needs to rest it. Once he starts being able to start the rehab process, then he’s okay because he’s got a game plan and things to do. But the initial week or so of having to do literally nothing kills him.

That’s the time where he spends most of it just floating in subspace for you. It’s so much better for him when you just take him down. Because then he can’t feel bad about not doing anything or push himself too hard or get stuck in his own head because he’s too busy being your good boy.

Marc also insists he heals much better like that, but most likely that’s just because you’re there to take very good care of him. So yeah, plenty of very relaxed non-sexual but structured scenes that allow Marc to just float in subspace and recover.