#motogp series

[starkwlkr]

i. the beginning

sweet series (princess of spain x marc marquez)

MAY 2014

Clara had never felt more embarrassed in her life. Lorenzo, her ex boyfriend, the man she gave four years of her life to, was doing fine without her while she was still trying her hardest to even get out of bed. Her father, Felipe, hated seeing his daughter sad so he thought that a father daughter day would be good. Only thing was that his version of a father daughter day involved motorcycle racing. She didn’t think she would end up liking motorcycle racing.

“Are you excited?” Felipe asked as they were being driven to the Circuito de Jerez for the Spanish Grand Prix.

“I think I am. I’m not sure what to expect.” Clara responded.

“I’m sure you’ll end up loving it. We’re going to be meeting some of the riders.” Felipe said.

“Do you know which ones?”

“I know for a fact that we will meet Valentino Rossi and Dani Pedrosa, he’s from Sabadell. You love Sabadell! Didn’t you visit Sabadell once to see the . . .”

“The art museum. And it was six years ago, I haven’t visited since.” Clara finished.

“But you can talk to Mr. Pedrosa about the art museum, I’m sure he’s visited it too.” Felipe tried to at least have a conversation with Clara, but all she wanted was peace and quiet so he stayed silent until they arrived.

“Give us five minutes, please.” Felipe told the driver, who nodded and stepped out the vehicle. “Clara, tell me how you really feel.”

“Like I’m the biggest idiot and I’m going to die alone. It felt like that to me. It feels like I wasted four years of my life. He never cared about me, papi.” Clara silently sobbed.

Felipe’s heart broke. It’s been a while since Clara had called him papi. It was always little Clara who called him that.

“He told me once that i wouldn’t make a good mother because of who I am. He thinks that because I’m royalty that I’m going to fuck up my future kids’ lives.” Clara admitted. “But he was drunk when he said that.”

“My girl, you know what they say, drunk words are sober thoughts.”

[moonshynecybin]

why is pecco dripped out to the new york yankees gods

[batsplat]

Jerez 2008: Dani Pedrosa talks to Casey Stoner - but walks away when Jorge Lorenzo enters the room.

[ijungberg]

Ronaldo Nazario and Valentino Rossi (1997/98.)

[starkwlkr]

iii. regrets, i made a few

one month later

“You’ve been on your phone a lot lately.”

“What?”

King Felipe lightly laughed at his daughter. Ever since they got back from the Grand Prix, Clara had been checking her phone constantly. They were currently waiting at the dinner table waiting for the rest of their family so they could begin eating breakfast.

“Your phone, are you expecting someone?” Felipe asked.

“No, no. I’m just checking the time.” Clara replied, putting her phone in her back pocket.

“You have to check the time every five minutes?”

“Yes . . .”

“Is there a boyfriend I should know about? Girlfriend? You can talk to me, sweetheart.” Felipe encouraged.

Clara sighed. She much rather tell her father face to face than him hearing it on some radio station or seeing the news.

“I’m talking with Marc and before you say any thing, he’s really nice to me and he’s funny and I really like him. We are just talking.” She admitted.

Felipe smiled. He was glad Clara had found someone that made her laugh and forget about Lorenzo. “I like him too. He’s a world champion, you know?”

“I know, papá,” she playfully rolled her eyes. “I was wondering if I could go out with some friends tomorrow.”

“Where to?”

“Just the restaurant we always go, the one that’s private. I know you don’t like me going out without security, but can I please go without them? It’s a bit uncomfortable being with my friends when the security is sitting next to us.” Clara explained. In reality, her ‘friends’ was actually just Marc. He had finally asked her out on a date.

“Clara, you know how dangerous it is-” Clara interrupted him.

“I am responsible, on time, trustworthy, truthful and I don’t drink. Please, just this once, papá!”

“Okay, don’t make me regret it.”

“I won’t.”

[starkwlkr]

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BEFORE YOU REQUEST

What’s happening in Palestine? + links to articles

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f1 masterlist

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tv/movies and actors masterlist

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Marc & Marco: derived from the roman 'marcus', referring to mars, the roman god of war

(riders and names, part 3/?)

sword, metropolitan museum of art/ kiindred.co/ gregory david roberts/ marble statue of ares, god of war. 2nd century bce: palazzo altemps, rome/ mars op het slagveld: bartholomeus spranger, 1580/ motogp: under the skin/ roadracing world/ motorsport.com/ motorcycle sports/

wikipedia/ sun tzu/ mars, 2nd century ce, palazzo dei conservatori, rome/ behance.net, mars: the god of war by matthew trupia/ mamanatural.com/ roman temple, vienne, fr./ motogp: under the skin/

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marco bezzecchi's camera roll

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His boy's happiness

Soulmate AU part 9 Marcmarc

18.12. winter writing

To the whole AU

There was laughter that filled the hospitalities. The pressured that had almost suffocated the paddock just hours earlier was completly gone.

Pecco was somewhere yelling and laughing, singing and drinking with his team. By now, Bez had sneaked away to give his friend some privacy.

He spotted a few people as he headed down to his own team. He waved them. Stopped to have a quick chat. Wished them a good holiday.

The talked helped to distract himself. Yes, he was happy. More than happy and there was no reason not to think about his team and spent time with him.

Except for the fact that he really wanted to run down the grid and crush the Honda celebration.

He smiled to himself, trying to imagine the shocked looks of everyone. According to Marc not even his father knew about their relationship just yet. So the reactions if Bez somehow ended up on Marcs lap, kissing him, congratulating him on his Honda career would be quite entertaining.

The temptation was there...

But they had decided to keep it professionally. So running to the Honda garage or motorhome while every motogp channel in existence focused on them - especially Marc - seemed like a bad idea.

Even if he just wanted to go kiss and hug him.

Why couldn't he just sneak in the Honda garage, pull Marc in a dark corner and kiss him until he forgot his own name?

Of course he knew why. But the childish refusal to accept it remained.

The media was a problem.

And... Well...

One of the reasons - or the root of the reasons - was just waving at him.

"MARCO! CIAO!" Vale yelled grinning at him.

"HI!" he responded while walking towards him. When he arrived he felt his mentor hugging him tightly. Vale's arm still rested around his shoulder while they were talking to a mechanic.

It felt kind. Domestic. It felt same and warm. Like there was nothing that could actually hurt him. No crash. No media drama. Nothing.

He had his team. His friends. And family. And Vale definitely belong among them.

And maybe it was the alcohol that was still buzzing in his veins and the sudden feeling of safety, but he decided that he wouldn't hide.

Vale was family. And he wouldn't hide. Not himself. Not Marc. Not what made him so happy.

He didn't even really thought about it. Once he had made up his mind there was no going back anymore.

He waited until they were alone. They sat together in Bez rider room, when Marco decided that it was now or never. If he didn't speak up now, his courage would leave him.

"I found my soulmate"

There it was. Out in the open. Now there was no going back.

Vale's eyes immediately lit up. He smiled at him. It was a bright, happy grin. The younger Italian almost felt guilty that he was about to crash his hopes. But there was no other way.

"That's amazing!" his voice was excited. "Who are they? Tell me everything! Oh you could have brought them here, you know. I'd love to meet them"

"You Ehm... Already did. You know him and..." Suddenly it hit him what he was actually doing. He swallowed hard, praying this wouldn't go wrong. "I'm not sure you'll be so happy when I tell you"

His eyes went to the ground, avoiding eye contact. He wasn't ashamed of loving Marc. He never could be.

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm sure he is kind and nice. He is your soulmate after all." "The truth is... I've known since I was 16 and... And I know you hate him so I was scared to tell you"

Vale froze a little. He had assumed it was just his boy being shy to talk about love with him. Not actual concern about his reaction.

"We got along okay last year" Bez spoke quick, not really taking a breath in between, clearly needing to get it out of his system as fast as possible. So Vale just let him.

"-then this your he started to ignore me and I started to hate myself because of it but turns out he jistt thought I wasn't his Soulmate and wanted to move on because he already fell in love with me. And then I got a little depressed and he kissed me and I loved it"

So there had that suddenly change in him came from.

Vale had noticed the psychological changes. It had concerned him. He had tried to talk to Bez, but he hadn't got a word out. But then on Thursday he had came in the hospitality, laughing and humming a long to a song.

Last time he had done that was almost a year ago.

"But I hated it and then we figured it all out and now I'm scared shitless how you'll react because you're an important part of my life and I need you but my soulmate is Marc Marquez and you hate him but I just can't live without him anymore cause I love him too much and I can't hide that from you because then I'd hate myself again." he said in a very long breath.

Many words with a heavy meaning in a very short time.

Vale nodded, slowly trying to process it all. He run the words back in his head. But 4 stood out. Soulmate. Marc Marquez. Love.

But his pause didn't help calming Bez. Instead it made it worst. He twitched nervously in his seat. After a few seconds the worry overtook him and he had to fill the silence between them again, even if he didn't know with what.

"I'm sorry. I know you hate me now and-" Vales eyes flew open in shock. No. "Stop. No. Shut up, Marco." he quickly interrupted, his voice tense. "No. No, don't you dare finish this thought!"

He couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't let that happen. No more doubts. No more worries. No more self hate for Bez.

And then it hit him what Marco had actually just said. The source of his off behavior - that was it.

That was the reason why he had stopped laughing as loud as he used to. Why his bad jokes turned more fake until they almost disappeared. Why he was the first to train and the last to stop.

All the little hints that had worried Vale sick, were now adding up.

"Wait is that why you were riding like the devil and slipping back in your depression? You thought I'd end up hating you because of who your soulmate is?"

Bez shrugged. There as sadness and guilt in his eyes and Vale hated it. Was there guilt and sadness? He had his soulmate. The love of his life. That was good.

"Yeah... I mean... Am I not out of the academy?"

"OH Marco" he exclaimed and sat down next to him. Without a warning he grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him closer, hugging him as much as he could. He hugged him as tight as he could. Every squeeze was a try to convince him that he wouldn't let him go. No matter what.

"Marco, I may not be your father but you will always be my son. You are one of my boys and nothing will ever change that." he said. He couldn't help but give the younger Italian a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Nothing and no one can make me go away. You're part of this. And you're staying and if that means that I have the play nice to Marquez, I will because this is about you..."

It wasn't even a question. He had seen Bez to close to the edge to care who bought him happiness. He just wanted to see him happy, relaxed and with a will to life. And if that meant that Marc would be around, then fucking hell, he was willing to give the Spaniard a key to their life to keep Bez.

"But I will play overprotective dad." he added with a laugh to ease the tension. It was a reassuring gesture, knowing it'd calm Bez more.

He laughed when he heard that. "Leave my boyfriend alone!" he tried to save his partner but Vale just shook his head, smiling brightly. "Nope, sorry. Let an old man have his fun. I'll give him a hard time. Just to see if he's a good fit for you. I did it with all of your partners"

"You didn't do it with Frankys soulmate" "Frankys soulmate is Migno! I'm not testing my boys." he decided and Marco smiled.

He leaned in for another hug which the older man gratefully accepted. But after a few seconds, Marco again got nervous.

"So Ehm... you're really... Not... Angry? Like not at all-?" Bez asked just to be reassured. Vale didn't mind.

"No, I am not angry and I am not at all against it." he sighed, knowing he had to explain it. After all he had hated Marc Marquez for years now and giving up too quickly.

"You see... Marco... Over the last months, you were quite and cold and you rode like you didn't care about your own life. It scared me." he explained softly.

"When you broke your collarbone on the ranch... And you juts laid there for a few second, no reaction, no movement, no screaming... I saw you... And I thought I lost you... I thought you were... It scared me so much I actually cried that evening."

He had never told that to anyone. It wasn't something they discussed. It was a silent agreement between the riders to never even mention the possibility of a fatal accident.

"And if Marc pulls you away from that, something none of us was capable of doing, then you're free to bring him as much as you want." he said with a smile. No fight was worth pushing he's boys away and letting even one of them be unhappy.

"I don't care. Okay? If you want to, he can be there at every ranch training, as long as you're happy and safe. The rest doesn't matter"

And now, Bez believed him.

After that they got drunk. Marco didn't hold back and at the end, it was Vale who brought the boy home. To his real home. A Spanish rider with dark curls and a soft heart.