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212. Sound of Freedom 213. Winnie the Pooh: Blood and Honey 214. When You Finish Saving The World 215. Heart of Stone 216. Family Switch 217. Expend4bles 218. Sweetwater 219. Hypnotic 220. 80 for Brady 221. Spinning Gold

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fall0utmind · 1 month ago

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Happy Birthday Vale and Marc

Since you have all been so lovely to me today AND it's my birthday - here's a little treat for you.

a deep dive into Marc and Vale's birthdays throughout the years - just a cute little one shot for the day

Ao3 HERE

Edit- cause I'm dumb-

2014 entry inspired by this amazing fic by @le-chevalier-au-lion - go read it xx

Let me know what you think and come talk to me (pretty please)

2003 –

The first time Marc realised that he and Valentino almost shared a birthday, he was 10 years old. Marc had often wondered through the years If it was destiny or a coincidence, if you asked a younger him, he would say it was fate. Maybe he just liked feeling special.

After all, he was only a child, and Valentino was his idol.

Valentino turned 24 during testing for the upcoming 2003 season. Marc remembered it vividly, the photos and videos of his Yamaha team holding out a birthday cake and singing in brash Italian as they celebrated their world champion.

The next day, when Marc was blowing out his ten candles, he closed his eyes and wished to be like Vale, to race next to him, and to win.

2008-

Marc’s first season in the paddock was in 2008. Excitement buzzed under his skin, because here he was, racing 125cc bikes and in the same tracks as his heroes. Pedrosa, Rossi, Stoner. His birthday was almost a second thought, when there was so much action around him, why would he care about turning fifteen?

Later that year, he met Rossi for the first time, after begging and begging a journalist and mutual friend. Marc stubbed over himself in excitement, his hands shook when he held out the model car to be signed. Valentino smiled at him and Marc felt complete, maybe it was destiny after all.

(Many years later, the car still sat on his shelf at home.)

2013-

In 2013, when Marc finally got the call up to MotoGP, a text was sitting unopened on his phone, just in time for his 20th birthday.

“Congratulations on the move, and happy birthday” – Valentino

At first, Marc thought it was a joke. Then he saw the Italian area code and choked. He couldn’t think of many Italians close enough to prank him whose number he hadn’t saved. Valentino had, of course, turned 34 one day earlier, celebrating in true Valentino style, if the press was true. The message had come in at 5 am, a sure sign of the end of a night out.

Excitement brimmed within him, he didn’t bother to wonder where Valentino got his number, probably Dani, given that he and Marc had been spending some of Pre-season together.

Marc felt like he had finally made it, a shiny Honda to his name, already with two championships under his belt and the best motorcycle rider ever wishing him happy birthday.

Marc thought his life couldn’t get much better.

2014-

Marc was wrong last year; his life clearly could get better. On the 15th of February 2014, Marc found himself in some club in Italy, partying the night away, surrounded by other riders and, notably, Valentino. Marc was drunk, far too drunk, letting a random girl cling to him. He pressed lips to his neck, leaving behind the sticky residue of her gloss as they danced. Whenever Marc spoke, she laughed loudly, placing her hands all over him. Her perfume was cloying; Marc couldn’t find it to care.

He let himself get dragged to the bathroom, eyes widening as she shut the door and dropped to her knees. Marc promptly himself to the sensation of warmth around his dick, too gone with pleasure and alcohol to stop himself from imagining that it was someone else on their knees. Marc shoved a hand into his mouth as he came, trying to remain quiet.

Afterwards, Marc returned the favour, turning down her request to return to his hotel room in favour of heading back towards the bar. She shrugged non-committedly and slipped out of the bathroom whilst Marc was still buttoning up his jeans.

When Marc crept out of the bathroom, there were eyes on him. He glanced around until he met Valentino’s gaze. The older man nodded, beckoning him over. His eyes were appraising, a hint of heat in them, it made Marc shiver.

“You’ll get a reputation, you know?” Valentino ribbed, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he glanced Marc up and down.

Marc flushed red, hoping Valentino wasn’t insinuating what he thought he was.

“You would think you at least want actual sex in a bed on your birthday, no? Allora, you are young, and a blowjob is still worth it” he leered, eyebrow raised.

Marc couldn’t meet his eyes, the alcohol in his blood and the fizz of arousal and satisfaction under his skin were confusing him. Valentinos stare made the hair on his arms stand on end.

The older man took a step forward and Marc stumbled back, his wide eyes finally meeting Valentino’s as he leant into Marc’s space. Marc’s breathing caught in his throat, Valentino was so close he could smell him, musky cologne and a hint of the beer her was drinking. Marc felt woozy.

“Go home Bambino and next time take the girl with you. Birthday blowjobs are good and all but I think you’d prefer the real thing”

He looked Marc up and down once more.

“Trust me”

With that, Valentino turned and left, leaving Marc confused, bereft and half-hard in his jeans.

2016-

The year Marc turned 23 was shaping up to very a pretty shit year. After everything that happened last year on track, Marc was becoming very used to the harassment he received both online and in person. It didn’t make it any easier and he had almost reached breaking point when the journalists broke into his parent’s house. He thought it would cool down during the off-season, or maybe Valentino would have said something by now, called off the calvary. But he hadn’t, seemingly content to hold the petty grudge for more time than necessary.

Marc didn’t bother trying to go out on his birthday, instead choosing to have a couple of mates round – easier now that he had finally bought his own place.

For the first time in two years, Marc did get a text from Valentino; Marc tried to send one, only for it to bounce back, undelivered.

He tucked his phone into his pocket and pasted a smile onto his face as his friends and Alex sang Happy Birthday at the top of their lungs before they all settled down for a night of stupid games and getting drunk.

Marc noticed the way his friends sat closer, how their gazes lingered and their hands settled comfortingly when they slapped his back. They were worried about him.

Marc was fine though, it would pass - it always did.

But underneath it all, there was an unsettling sadness, bordering on fear building in Marc.

For the first time, he was beginning to wonder if his link to Valentino was more of a curse.

2018-

Things didn’t get better. Or maybe they did, slightly but they were never the same.

His number remained blocked; he never got another birthday text.

2019-

After Argentina, things went from bad to worse.

Valentino turned 40 the day before Marc turned 26. They hadn’t spoken in a year; Marc wasn’t stupid enough to think that would change.

Marc used to think 40 was old, he wasn’t sure when he stopped. He didn’t think about whether it was because he was slowly creeping closer to 30 years old, or because Valentino was there, and Marc didn’t dare think of him as old, not when he still whizzed around a race track, not when he still hated Marc.

Marc had 7 titles now, he hoped 2019 would bring another, potentially then Rossi would look at him again, he didn’t hold his breath.

These days anger rolled through him, always simmering under the surface, threatening to engulf him at any given moment. Fury at Valentino for taking his bitterness out on Marc, frustration that everyone had sided with him. Anger that he couldn’t fight back and that the fans now booed him at half of the races.

Embarrassingly, Marc spent the morning of the 15th refreshing social media, eager to see what Valentino was up to, even after all of this time. He was mortifyingly invested in Vale’s life, what he was doing, who he was dating, everything. Apparently, he was also excited to crush his own happiness. Every time someone posted a photo of a video, Marc clicked it, and navigated their profile on his private account, drowning in the knowledge that he missed out on this. All because Valentino couldn’t get over his ego.

Later that evening, once he had suitably upset himself, he celebrated his own birthday. Mar, went out and got stupidly drunk in a club with a few friends and a whole load of people he didn’t know. He didn’t remember much of the evening, just drinking, shots, shirty cm dancing, and hot lips on his next.

He woke up on his birthday with a pounding head and a dry mouth. Marc was 26 and in a stranger’s bed, their unfamiliar arms wrapped around him as they slept. He was still slightly sticky and sore.

Inside his chest, there was a gaping hole of discontent and loneliness. When he was younger, he thought that he would have life figured out by this age.

Marc sighed, disentangling himself from the stranger and creeping out of bed. He gathered his clothes and redressed in silence, leaving the room with only a slight creek of the door.

Marc thought Valentino was wrong. This was new and better than a bathroom blow job, not at all.

2021-

The first thing Marc registered when he woke up on his 28th birthday was pain. A bone-deep ache radiated from his shoulder and right arm, permeating through his body. Marc groaned into his pillow, willing for a few more minutes of the number bliss which sleep brought. He hated this, hated that he ever crashed in the first place. Three botched surgeries later and he was no better; riding hurt, waking hurt, living hurt. It was no good.

He was awake now and he knew that sleep would not pull him back under, the throbbing was too strong. He hauled himself out of bed, padding into the bathroom, only to stare into the mirror and take in the purple bags under his eyes.

He rooted in the medicine cabinets until he found the bottle of pills he kept there, swallowing two of them dry before wandering into the living room and slumping on the sofa. He turned on the TV and curled under a blanket, willing the pain to go away. He checked his phone.

No messages.

It was too early, not many people messaged these days.

He sighed and closed his eyes, contemplating whether it would be easier to just give up, to retire.

Later, when he blew out his twenty-eight candles, he wished for a solution.

2022-

Valentino turned 43 and had a child, and beautiful baby girl. He retired with his family and his pack of unruly boys who looked at him like he was a god. Marc turned 29 and had a couple of titles and a fucked-up arm to show for it.

Marc was lonely. Even though his brother had moved in with him, brought two dogs with him. Marc adored all three of them, but it wasn’t enough, how could it ever be?

He hated it, he had nothing to complain about, and life was good. But he couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.

He spent his birthday with Alex, half of it crying into his brother's shoulder- for his pain, his career, his loneliness. The other half he spent pretending to be fine.

2024-

Marc turns 31 feeling full of hope and surrounded by people he loved. He might have left the team he adored but he finally had the opportunity to love riding again. He was joining a team with his brother, the person he loved more than anyone. A team where he already felt at home. Marc was finally managing the pain in his arm; it wasn’t fantastic, but it was better. There was a chance.

For the first time in a year, Marc didn’t text Valentino a happy birthday, already knowing it would bounce back, like the thousands of other messages he had tried to send. Instead, he turned off his phone, leaving it in his room as he rejoined his family in the living room.

2025-

In early 2025, the news broke that Valentino and his partner had split up – Marc read it and shrugged. He huffed when the news outlets began to run stories about Valentino being gay – anything for a story, he thought.

He was happy, finally on a competitive bike, with a teammate who, although not friendly, was polite and well-adjusted.

He didn’t think of Valentino much these days but felt sorry for the way the press now hounded him. Marc knew that wasn’t easy. They asked Marc, once, in a press conference during pre-season testing.

“Marc, what do you make about the new Valentino might be gay?”

Marc had laughed, bemused and caught off guard by the question, he gave Pecco a quick look, finding the other looking back already.

Marc turned back to the front of the room, catching the idiotic reporter’s eyes.

“I am not sure what it has to do with me. Good for him I guess.” He offered.

The reporter interrupted once more,

“But surely it isn’t a good look for the sport. A gay man leaving his wife and child, living a lie”

Marc frowned, anger boiling inside him. He thought that the reporter was giving him an out, some form of twisted revenge. Marc wouldn’t sink so low; he had no desire to.

“Again, it is none of my business. Do you guys do anything other than dig into people’s personal lives? Who is to say it is true and even if it is, bisexuality exists? Just let the man live, he retired to escape this circus.”

The room fell silent, clearly not expecting the response. In his peripheral, Pecco gave an approving nod.

On the 15th of February 2025, Valentino turned 46 and Marc didn’t go on social media once, he had deleted the apps in advance.

On the day he turned 32, he surrounded himself once more with those he loved. He didn’t go out and sleep in someone else’s bed.

At 9 pm, his phone dinged.

There was a message in his inbox. Marc almost threw his phone.

Valentino.

In the past year, his number had slipped down the list, with Marc finally giving up on the one-sided conversation, all in blue.

“Happy birthday”

That was it.

Marc didn't reply.

2026-

When Marc turned 33, with nine championships under his belt, he received another message from Valentino.

This time, he replied.

2026-

Marc turned 34 the year Valentino turned 48. They celebrated together, at home in Tavullia, surrounded by friends and family, Giulietta on Valentino’s lap as he blew out all of his candles.

Marc smiled as he took it all in. Everyone he loved was there, including, and most importantly, his family. These days Valentino didn’t text him a happy birthday, he said it instead. Marc never spent the night in a stranger’s bed, instead, he spent it wrapped in Vale’s arms, listening to the older man’s heartbeat in their own bed.

Marc thought that maybe it was destiny after all.

*fin*

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