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14 and 12 hehe
12. Who do you think is the smartest on the grid?
top three ranking: luca, marc (not maybe the most booksmart but has the ability to focus somewhat psychotically plus. his racecraft and strategy are good), and then peccoooooo bc i DO think he has a deliberate sort of studiousness that means he'd do well in school. pecco and marc do also have the ability to be so fucking stupid though so luca takes the crown imo
14. already done!
#i dont even think leaving ducati to go honda factory was stupid i think its real smart w the info he had#and it tells me that he can like. assess his own riding ability well... that plus hes good at explaining bike stuff. yeah its luca#marc's smart come out in machiavellian little power schemes plus flashes of strat brilliance#pecco's come out over the course of the weekend#callie speaks#asks#motogp
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1.1k word draft of a new fic i'm writing! it started as a one chapter fic with maybe 7k words but it has quickly spiralled out of my control.
[summary: it's mid-2025 and ducati want to do a weekend-long media event at vale's ranch to explore pecco's training grounds- but, to valentino's dismay, they want marc to be involved.]
"You're joking."
Valentino's face was pale, sickly and serious, brows tucked together in a stern line.
He had been loading the trunk of the car he would drive to the airport- a miserable twelve-hour flight to Japan awaiting him the next weekend- when his phone buzzed insistently in his pocket. He had ignored it the first time, letting it ring out as he tucked his bags precariously atop one another. It was probably Uccio, anyway. He could wait.
The sun had been shining with the last of its heat before the midst of Autumn swept it away, and the doves cooed happily in the trees that lined the driveway with nought but the wind to disrupt them. Early mornings were always peaceful at the Ranch, far from main roads and the comings and goings of the town. That morning had been quiet as usual, but the serenity was shattered by another phone, that time it was his landline clanging from past the open door of the house.
He had huffed, lowered the door shut with a muted thonk and hurried indoors. When he had unhooked the phone, some Ducati media officer was on the other end, already sounding impatient.
After a rather hurried practice of textbook small talk- and Valentino spouting a poor excuse for why he ignored the first call- she had wasted no time stating her business, letting Valentino privy to a plan for a media visit to the Academy Ranch to explore where 'Pecco Bagnaia learns from the very best' (and Vale should have rolled his eyes over the flattery, but he always loved it, and that was probably what lulled him into that false security).
He had approved of the idea immediately, any excuse to show off his playground and get some good press- demonstrate how fine of a mentor he was, et cetera.
Then, just as he began to suggest that the week coming would likely be best as it was the final race of the European leg and it was in Misano- very close to the ranch itself- she interrupted him with some of the worst news he had ever been delivered.
"It would be very convenient if you could provide lodging-" She had started after he voiced his enthusiastic agreement to the plan.
"Sì, sì," He had cut her off, "Allora, I can set him up--"
"And for Márquez, of course."
That shut him up.
There had been a long, drawn-out silence on both ends of the line as Valentino processed her words. He had furrowed his brows and pursed his lips, searching the blank wall before him for the answers to his many questions. He had taken the sentence apart.
And. For Márquez. Of course.
"Marc Márquez?" He had clarified, and there was some cruel satisfaction in the woman's response- that's what he gets for not listening, he supposed.
"Why, of course."
Of course.
"What?" Valentino had needed her to backtrack a few minutes, "But you said it was media for Pecco."
"Well, yes, he will be there too. Gigi decided that it would be better to send both of them as they are teammates and only sending Bagnaia could suggest to the other teams that there's weakness in their partnership."
And there it was.
"You're joking."
"Will that be a problem, Mr. Rossi?" She knew it was.
He planted his hand upon his face, massaging the spontaneous strain in his temples. To have Marc Márquez constantly in his general vicinity had been unbearable for the last few months, accidentally bumping into him at the Ducati garage once and exchanging looks that were equally shocked, polite, and outraged.
There was never confrontation- God knows how Vale would have dealt with that, but Marc was not that sort of person. He was self-assured, but avoidant. When things went wrong, when war broke out, he retreated to his little fantasy world where nothing had changed. And if others then reacted to this avoidance with anger or upset, he would play dumb. It was childish.
That was not to say that Vale was perfect, for he said and did many immature things in an attempt to provoke Marc throughout their years of conflict, but Marc's pretence of nonchalance irked him to no end.
Nonetheless, the team had started erecting a divider to separate the two riders during the weekends- not through any arguments they suffered between themselves, but rather to quell the silently growing tension between Marc and Valentino.
Valentino felt it rather awkward, unsure who suggested the partition (though he had a sneaking suspicion it was Uccio) but was glad for an excuse to avoid Márquez when he could.
But to have Marc at the Ranch, on Valentino's home soil, filled him with a horrible rush of dread.
When he did not respond, the woman continued, "We understand you are not on amicable terms with Marc at the moment and so you are at liberty to refuse. But we implore you to put any past rivalries aside for the interests of the team."
"No way. Take them to a go-karting track, show them some childhood photos, there is no need to bring him here."
The line went silent again, and she must have wanted him to consider what he had just said, how ridiculous it sounded, but he would not. He was not the sort of man who wasted time on self-reflection.
"Alright, we will arrange other plans. If you change your mind get in contact, I'm sure Francesco would appreciate that."
She thanked him with a voice that offered no gratitude and Valentino was left alone with the dead air of his telephone. He slammed the receiver onto its hook and stormed down the hall, putting as much distance between himself and the phone as he could, pretending he had never answered it in the first place.
The kitchen was at the furthest end, a spacious area with many windows that filtered in the warm, natural daylight. The floors were tiled with sheets of terracotta, cold against his feet, and adorned with floral patterns painted azure. The countertops were mahogany with a glossy protective layer and complimented the rustic stone walls. It was quite a beautiful building, one that Vale could retreat to when his home became too large, too empty.
And that was exactly why Marc could not be allowed to visit, Vale thought as he marched to the room's corner and yanked open the door to the smallest of three fridges. It contained only alcohol- mostly beer, but some open bottles of champagne and rosé.
He swiped up a Peroni, hooked the cap on the corner of the kitchen island, and drove a furious palm down on the neck of the bottle. The cap popped off with a crack and the static circulation of bubbles.
Fucking Márquez, he met the lips of the bottle with his own.
#rosquez#my fic#motogp#valentino rossi#marc marquez#pecco bagnaia#this is only a draft so let me know what you think i can improve on!!#my wips
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Gold and Gravel ~2k words, marcnaia immediately post-Aragon 2024
Pecco has been watching the patch of sunlight on the wall of his motorhome change shade and shape for the last several hours. White fades to gold; the rectangle slants into a diamond as the sun slants towards the horizon. Good, he thinks. The sooner it sets, the sooner he can set this wretched weekend behind him.
If he closes his eyes, strains his ears to listen, he can still hear the cheers and chants of Marc’s fans. It’s not so loud, anymore— the roar giving way to a low and distant rumble, like thunder on the horizon. Going out like the tide, washing into the streets of Alcañiz. It will go on all night, he is sure of it. And maybe if things were different he’d be celebrating too— if he’d taken Acosta’s place, or better, Martin’s— if he had shared the podium with Marc again. Alex could have joined them too, but that possibility is gone now. Buried in the gravel, crushed somewhere in the mess of metal and limbs.
Pecco shudders. Shifts the ice pack on his shoulder that has long since melted. It’s not his fault, he knows. The stewards said it wasn’t, laid the blame evenly between them— but the guilt creeps in all the same. At very least he was too harsh on Alex after the race. He’d meant it then— hurting and angry and embarrassed— he wouldn’t say it now.
Because if he were better, he would have known not to take the risk. If he were better, he’d deserve the title he may as well have handed to Martin. If he were better, he wouldn’t have been battling Alex at all— would have been running at the front. Fighting with Marc, maybe, like they had three years ago.
He sighs. Maybe if he were better he would be able to rein in his thoughts, wouldn’t be sitting here spinning his wheels and going nowhere. He’ll be up all night, at this rate, unless Carola comes and drags him to bed.
There’s a knock at the door. Pecco winces as he pushes himself up onto his elbows. It’s probably Bez, he usually likes to stop by after a bad race, so he heaves himself the rest of the way up, walks stiffly to the door and opens it.
And stands there, blinking in surprise, because— it’s Marc, on the other side of the door, one hand fiddling with his watch.
It takes at least a minute for Pecco’s brain to reboot. When it does, all he’s able to say is a quiet, questioning, “Uh, hi?” because— this is the last place Marc should be, today.
“Hi,” Marc says. “Can… can I come in?” he asks, a moment later, and Pecco realizes he’s been blocking the doorway.
“Yeah, of course,” he says, stepping aside.
He follows Marc in, goes to the counter and sits on it. Marc leans on the table opposite him— Pecco watches as he glances over, as he frowns at the ice packs on the shelf by the couch, the half-empty packet of ibuprofen.
The guilt washes over him like a wave again, pools cold and heavy in his chest. The only reason why Marc would come here, when he should be off celebrating somewhere with his team, is because of the crash. Because of what Pecco had done to his brother, what he’d said about Alex afterwards. Marc must be here to bite back. Harder, Vale had said, now that he’s seen Pecco bleeding. And Pecco doesn’t want that— can’t stomach any cutting words from Marc when he’s heard them enough in his own head.
Marc opens his mouth but Pecco speaks first, ducking his head as he does. “If you’re here about Alex, I’m sorry,” he says, and it feels too much like baring his neck for slaughter, but he continues. “I was upset, hurting; the interview, what I said, I meant it then— but not anymore. I know he didn’t do it on purpose.”
“Pecco,” Marc starts, but he just shakes his head.
“And I— it was a stupid move. Too risky. Another lap and I could’ve caught him anyways, it was my mistake.”
“Pecco, I—” Marc starts to say again, but Pecco presses on. The longer he’s talking, the longer Marc isn’t— the longer he can delay the inevitable.
“I’ll apologize. Next chance I get, I will— I will walk it back. I don’t want to make trouble for him.” And that’s all he has to say— all his cards laid on the table. He clenches his jaw, grips the counter with white knuckles. Braces for the bite.
But Marc’s voice is soft as he says, “Pecco, look at me,” and it’s so unexpected— what can he do but lift his head?
Across from him, Marc is standing in the patch of sunlight he was watching earlier. It paints gold over the planes of him, his face, pools warm and honey-rich in the dark of his eyes. Catches in his hair like a glowing halo. Winning looks good on him— there is a weightlessness, an ease to him now that Pecco has never seen before, only marred by the concerned slant of his brow.
“I appreciate it— you should apologize to Alex,” Marc says, slow and measured, “but that is not why I am here.”
“Then why?” Pecco asks before he can stop himself. “You should be celebrating, no?”
“No, actually. We are leaving for Madrid in an hour— no time.”
Pecco must look confused because Marc waves his hand in a vague gesture and says, “Eh, I’m too old for all of that now. Maybe in a few years you’ll understand.”
Pecco just shakes his head. Doesn’t want to think about being Marc’s age, having to endure the same things he has. “You look— you looked fantastic all weekend,” he says instead. “On the bike,” he clarifies. “Even if it were just a few drinks, you would deserve it.”
He watches Marc’s reaction closely, half-hoping the praise will catch him off-balance like it does to Pecco. But Marc just smiles at him, all relaxed lines and incandescent teeth, and Pecco is the one knocked unsteady.
“Eh, maybe,” Marc says. “But look at you, distracting me again.”
Pecco just blinks at him. If he’s not here about Alex, or to fish for congratulations, then why the fuck is he here?
He must be making a face, because Marc laughs, shakes his head, and says, “Pecco, I came here to check on you.”
“What?” Pecco breathes, feeling like he’s suffocating under the bike again. Because that— that doesn’t make any sense. That’s not who Marc is, not ruthless or cunning like Pecco has come to expect. Surely it’s just another mind game.
But Marc sounds entirely genuine as he says, “The crash— I saw on the replay. It was bad for Alex but it looked worse for you.” He winces as his eyes flick down to the collar of Pecco’s shirt, where the bruising edges its way up his neck. “I wanted to make sure you were alright.”
Pecco shrugs. “It could have been worse— my helmet did not catch on the tyre,” he says, slow and measured, trying not to give too much away. “Both of us walked away from it. No broken bones.”
“That’s always good,” Marc says with a knowing look.
There’s a beat of silence between them. Marc seems unsatisfied, somehow, waiting for more— and maybe that’s the game, Pecco realizes. Offer a bit of vulnerability, see who flinches first. He hasn’t made a good counter to Marc yet, but he can.
“Still fucking hurts, though— I am very bruised,” he says. “Do you want to see?”
Marc perks up at that. “Sure,” he says casually, but the way he leans forward belies his interest.
So Pecco hops down from the counter, turns his back to Marc, and shucks his shirt off over his head, wincing as the movement strains his sore muscles.
He doesn’t dare look at Marc, but he hears his sharp intake of breath, how the table shifts as he stands. “Shit, Pecco,” he hisses as he steps closer and then—
Marc’s hand brushes the curve of Pecco’s shoulder blade, feather-light, testing. The sensation sings up his spine, sets him alight— he only just suppresses the urge to shiver. Because he knows what Marc must see, the pale skin of his back mottled purple from neck to tailbone; he’d caught a glimpse of it in the mirror and had to look away immediately, feeling ill. He’d hoped Marc would do the same.
But he seems to have no such reservations. He splays his hand out over the bruise, gently probing with his fingers. It feels— it feels good, Pecco thinks, the warmth and pressure like a soothing balm over the ache. He had tensed up, when Marc had touched him, but he relaxes into it as Marc rubs little circles down his spine. Then he reaches the small of Pecco’s back, where the skin is flushed pink, raw and irritated. It stings when Marc touches it, little jolts of pain, but then he presses down—
“Ah, fuck,” Pecco hisses, flinching away. “Gentle, please…”
“Sorry,” Marc says, and Pecco looks over at him, needs to know if that was intentional or not. But Marc does look genuinely contrite, brow furrowed in concern as he studies Pecco’s face. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, reaching out to rest his hand on Pecco’s shoulder. “That is— that is not a bruise, is it.”
“No, it’s not,” Pecco says. “It is a burn, from the exhaust— got me through the leathers.”
Marc makes a small sound, low in his chest, eyes flicking back up to Pecco’s face. Before he can react, Marc is sliding his hand up to the nape of his neck, pulling him down into a hug.
And he’s caught completely off-balance, again, stands there for a moment before it occurs to him that he should reciprocate. So he winds his arms around Marc’s back, feels him stroke a hand down his spine. Marc is so warm, pressed to him front-to-front like this— what can Pecco do but tuck his head into Marc’s shoulder, melt into him like honey, golden and sweet?
He doesn’t want the moment to end, but all too soon Marc is stepping away, trailing his hands to rest on Pecco’s arms. “I am glad you are okay,” he says, looking up at Pecco wide-eyed and earnest, and he— he believes him, Pecco realizes, rocking him like a punch to the gut.
But just as quickly Marc’s face relaxes again, into that easy, winning smile, as he says, “Rest well for Misano, yeah? When I said I wanted to share a garage with the world champion next year, I meant it.”
Pecco can feel his face flushing, shakes his head and says, “Okay. If only so I can beat you next weekend.”
Marc laughs and lets go of Pecco, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t push it,” he says, mock-scolding. He heads for the door— Pecco has half a mind to offer him a drink or something, get him to stay a little longer, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he just says, “Congratulations, Marc. You were incredible.”
Marc opens the door, looks back and smiles at Pecco one last time. “See you on Thursday,” he says, and then the door is swinging shut behind him.
The latch clicks, and it’s like a spell has broken, leaving Pecco standing there blinking in confusion. Because— he buries his face in his hands and groans, loud and long— what the fuck possessed him, to make him act like that? Marc must have laid the trap, somehow, and Pecco blundered directly into it. There’s no way he’ll be able to rest— he’ll be up all night thinking about warm hands grazing his shoulder, about deep brown eyes looking up at him with open, genuine concern.
But it wasn’t genuine, Pecco knows, it wasn’t anything real. Just another mind game— so why, he thinks, does he wish it wasn’t?
#the inherent homoeroticism of examining your rival's wounds am I right?#motogp fic#motogp rpf#marcnaia#pecco/marc#aster writes
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I just listened to the podcast with frankie carchedi from earlier this season and one thing he mentions is that he is weak at qualifying. Seems like there is a lot of tiny reasons building up to a lot behind the qualifying issues, like trying to tune the bike to marc's riding (the brakes they mentioned fixing) + marc still trying to understand the bike (looks better and better everyday) + aligning with a satellite team's limitation of understanding and setting up a bike quickly over a weekend + not being able to use other's data due to the spec difference
Is it right then for us to expect marc to adapt to the gp25 quicker and be ready to go from race 2? since it would be a factory set up with extensive resources and data ( but then I look at enea's qualifying)
How much should we be hedging bets?
yeah like I said, I'm open to his current struggles being down to some combination of external factors. there clearly is something about their working process right now that's a little bit funky - though ofc there's also no rule that you automatically get a satellite qualifying tax, otherwise surely the current best qualifier wouldn't be in a satellite team. also, the reason I think it's worth highlighting the teammate comparison is...... well, a lot of these things will be true of his teammate too, yeah? idk, I think personally I don't quite find all the mitigating factors satisfactory, I do feel like his risk/reward calculation in those specific sessions feels a bit. meh... but also, like. who knows. as I said in that post, the entire problem is that a lot of time in motorsports, you don't know. marc's fans obviously pay the most attention to him, which makes them highly aware of any and all performance-affecting issues, but of course a lot of riders will from weekend to weekend be dealing with some kind of issue that's making their lives harder. from the outside, you sometimes have to throw up your hands and acknowledge you simply do not know
which is also true of next year. I don't think there's currently any reason to conclude that his qualifying won't be fixed. which, by the way, doesn't mean I'm not still interested in the h2h - pecco's a very strong qualifier, and it has just been a long long time since marc's had a competitive teammate in general. you'd expect the adaptation process to be quicker, but it's worth pointing out that marc still has to adapt to a new team, new crew chief and all that. broadly speaking I'd still expect a rider of his calibre in that situation to be ready to go from day one, however. it's not any cause for hedge betting (if your expectations for next season are 'marc will win the title', not 'marc will dominate the whole season and win the title by five million points'). and also like... luckily, qualifying still isn't the be all and end all in this sport... it's just worth keeping an eye on, y'know. bastianini is not a good point of reference lol, he's the one where realising he was on average qualifying worse than marc (and the two aprilias) made me go 'hm'. (despite his reputation for being a poor qualifier, I suppose his existence is useful in showing what a superb job jorge and pecco are doing in being extremely consistent with their qualifying.) with marc, he has a very strong track record as a qualifier so like... we know he can do it. but we still don't know whether he will do it. that's the joy of following sports live, sometimes you just have to take things as they come
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A huge thank you to everyone who took part (and to everyone who supported the writers)! There’s so many amazing new fics and it was lovely to see so many writers taking part :)
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All I want to do in the middle of the evening is hold you tight by fluffypenguinpower for formula1trash
Carlos/Max – Explicit
The one where Max and Carlos accidentally switch suitcases, Pierre laughs at Max's misery and Max and Carlos finally figure out they like each other.
and all above, a starcrossed love by TheFlirtMeister for theianitor
Jenson/Seb – Teen – (logged in ao3 users only)
“Shut up.” Sebastian says. “Jenson’s not my boyfriend.”
“No, you’ve just been hopelessly in love with him since first year.” Nico rolls his eyes. “Just cast a love spell on him. Or slip him a love potion. Or just snog him when you next see him.”
And just like that he knew by TheShhhSpot for Dr3amingInColour
Daniel/Seb – Gen
Soulmate AU where your soulmate's name appears on your right wrist (Left if you are left handed) and your greatest nemesis' name appears on your left one.
Daniel doesn’t remember when he started loving Sebastian. He just knows that when he realized he did, he stopped caring about who’s name would appear on his right wrist until it was too much to bear.
Don't Think Twice by Anonymous for TheFlirtMeister
James/Niki – Teen
Supernatural Elements, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Established Relationship.
go big or go home by montecarlos for anonissue
Andre/Jean-Eric, Sam/Jean-Eric – Teen
He is well known, due to his story, the one that seems to possess some level of disbelief. The drifting process has been interrupted and severed numerous times over the years that the Jaeger program has been in operation. Nobody had managed to control the Jaeger for more than one minute on their own. Jev had managed it for ten minutes. He’s a man who should be dead, or at least catastrophically brain damaged from the effects of piloting the Jaeger alone. “Yes, that Jean-Eric Vergne,”
(a Pacific Rim au)
Going Further by theianitor for CustardCreamies
Kimi/Seb, Valtteri/Kimi, Valtteri/Kimi/Seb – Mature
This thing between them had been going on for most of the season, and it always played out pretty much the same, but Valtteri hadn’t been sure they’d be continuing into the coming year. Being invited to Kimi’s during the winter break and finding Sebastian there though, he had been pretty sure. Pretty sure, but still not entirely so.
If only yesterday took place tomorrow by anonissue for nicorosberg
Andre/Jean-Eric – Explicit
May 2018's a bad month for André: Parix ePrix, he runs out of energy hitting Bird, Evans, Di Grassi in the process, and losing P2 in the last 200 meters of the race -- gets 10 grid place penalty for it. 6hr of Spa, the three car is DSQ after podiuming. Nürburgring, mechanical issues thrashed an otherwise solid performance in the car that should've podiumed for class. All he wants is a weekend in Nivelles alone to recharge and celebrate Mother's Day; Jev, of course, has other ideas.
More than Casual by Quagswagging for NicoTheFlammble
Nico/Kevin – Explicit
Kevin and Nico both suck at feelings, but that doesn't stop them from finding each other at night.
Then Nico can't do it anymore and pushes Kevin away, but Kevin won't let him go so easily.
Our Golden Days. by fearless_seas for xoxodelvidestruction
Marc/Dani – Teen
The first thing Marc does when he meets Dani is flirt with him; and the first thing that Dani thinks is that he is too old for him.
Overcoming Anxiety, One Marquez at a Time by xoxodelvidestruction for Ly__canthrope
Alex/Marc/Reader – Teen
When a World Champion believes in you, how can you not?
The Perfect Photo by F1_rabbit for TheShhhSpot
Marcus/Jolyon, Alex & Marcus, Kevin/Stoffel – Explicit
Jo's bored hanging around the paddock, so him and Dany come up with a bet, whoever finds Marcus sleeping in the strangest place is the winner. But it all gets a little out of hand...
Sleepover by AngelinaZebi for F1_rabbit
Esteban/Lance – Gen
Lance invites Esteban to his home watching movie.
Special Delivery! by writtenfripperies for LittleRookie
Marcus/Stoffel – Mature – (logged in ao3 users only)
Marcus receives a package he wasn't quite expecting.
Stay by NicoTheFlammble for writtenfripperies
Carlos/Max – Not Rated
Carlos has to get on a plane. Max is sleepy and stubborn. That's pretty much it.
Strength and courage when others would see you fall by CustardCreamies
Sebastian/Mark – Gen
In a world where soulmates feel each others pain, Mark can feel the intense pain from the injury Sebastian does to his neck and wonders about the strength Sebastian has to keep going despite how much it hurts to do so.
Summer Camping by formula1trash for montecarlos
Pierre/Stoffel – Teen
When the summer break starts after the Hungarian Grand Prix, the drivers go on their annual Summer camp together. However, one of the drivers goes missing. Pierre and Stoffel go looking for him together, both completely unaware of their feelings for each other.
Surprise on Capri by LittleRookie for AngelinaZebi
Esteban/Lance, Pierre/Charles, Daniel/Max – Teen
Esteban is on holiday in Capri with Pierre and Charles. But on the island there is a surprise waiting for him.
Swapped by F1_rabbit for LittleRookie
Marcus/Kevin/Stoffel – Explicit
Everyone gets an hour to swap bodies with their soulmates, and they have time to collect clues to their soulmate's identity, but things aren't that simple for Stoffel...
take a sip from my secret potion (one taste and you'll be mine) by nicorosberg for fluffypenguinpower
Luca/Alex – Gen
“You idiot.” Uccio snaps. “You do realise that this is a really powerful truth potion, it’s not going to just wear off? Firstly, you couldn’t have used it on Marquez anyway, because it counts as a psychological advantage and as you full well know, we can’t use magic to our advantage in any competitive events. Secondly, this won’t wear off until Luca’s revealed his biggest fucking secret, and I doubt he even knows what that is, so it could take forever.”
Luca does know what his biggest secret is, but he’s not particularly willing to share his affection for another rider (especially the younger brother of Valentino’s biggest rival) in front of his brother, Uccio or Pecco, even if his team mate already knows.
“Ah, well that is slightly unfortunate.” Valentino gives Luca a guilty look. “My bad. I’ll fix it, Luca, I promise.”
“I’m going to kill you.” Luca tells him, deadpan.
Teach Me by Ly__canthrope for fearless_seas
Daniel/Seb – Gen
Daniel is horrible at speaking Italian and somehow he has roped Sebastian into teaching him.
Waking Up In Vegas by Dr3amingInColour for Quagswagging
Daniel/Max – Explicit – (logged in ao3 users only)
"'But to be somewhere so special with someone so special, I’ve never had this before.' Dan quickly confessed, cuddling closer to his boyfriend.
'I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Max whispered before falling back into Daniel’s hold, cuddling closer.'
(Or, the one where it's hotel rooms, and a little bit more.)
When Fate wants to have Fun by LittleRookie for F1_rabbit
Nico/Kevin, Marcus/Jolyon – Mature
Nico has a soulmark in an embarrassing place. And he can't read it. Kevin doesn't care about finding his soulmate. Until he meets Nico. But things aren't as easy as they want them to be.
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maybe it's from the particularly acute disappointment of marc injuring himself at the sachsenring but this weekend (so far) has made me feel incredibly nervous for marc's future. like no guarantees of course but if marc was going to win anywhere this year (when the gap between the gp23 and gp24 is increasingly obvious, as you mentioned) it was going to be here. and i'm definitely overreacting because i'm emotional about it but it feels like him hurting himself here feels like a bad sign not just for this year but for the future at large. because it's a reminder that his body can't handle the riding style that used to take him so far. scary!
taking these two together ahahaa. this is truly the life of a sports fan huh
honestly with marc I've now swung so often and so far between 'it's so over' and 'we've never been more back' that I've gotten to an exciting point of. well. I suppose we'll have to see. I mean look, back in that jerez to catalunya stretch it did look like he might be able to be a serious title contender this season. at risk of making myself look like an idiot, I think we can pretty safely conclude that's not happening this year. but y'know, broadly what he needs to do is to figure his shit out for the rest of the year... like he kinda needs to just understand what this version of him can do under what circumstances. the thing about winning is that it's also a habit, it's something that becomes essentially muscle memory, you need to kinda have that reflexive understanding of how you've done it in the past - both in the context of races and titles. and it's still in there for him!! but he's just got to... take the rest of the season to chip away at the gap. currently, pecco and jorge don't just have the edge on him in pace, they have the edge on him in process. that's not just the bike, though it is also affected by marc being less familiar with the ducati. but pecco and jorge have just kind of gotten to the point where they know how to approach most weekends in a way where, more often or not, they will kinda maximise what was on offer for them that weekend. sometimes they chuck it down the road! but in terms of pure pace potential, right now they're getting to the point where they're there. marc is just a series of 'what ifs'. they're not all his fault, he's gotten unlucky, he's in a tough situation, he's still getting used to the new tracks on a ducati etc etc etc... but that's what this year is for. figure out the process, figure out how you actually go about getting wins in the current era - keeping your physical condition in mind - and take it from there
the physical stuff is the... yeah. the thing is, I do think he is capable of winning without all this crashing to figure out the limit. honestly, this approach of his made me deeply uneasy well well before what happened at jerez 2020. that injury and aborted comeback didn't feel like a fluke, it didn't feel like bad luck - in an awful way, it did feel like it had been a long time coming. that being said... well, y'know, marc was the only one who could win titles on the late 2010s honda, and part of the reason for that was that he figured out how to get a capricious bike just to the limit during races. you do not need to chuck the bike down the road fifty times per season to win the title on the ducati. pecco and jorge have very much shown that. sometimes it will just be dumb luck who gets injured or not! the sachsenring crash yesterday you can't really put down to marc being stupid or being irresponsible. he was hardly the only one who fell, weather conditions were tricky, shit does happen (not ideal that he tried to save the crash specifically because he knew his other bike had problems, plus the thing where he went out again before going to the medical centre, mind you). sometimes you fall a lot and you're fine, like marc for most of his prime. sometimes you crash at the start of the race and fall in front of the pack and your survival is up to fate. which is of course what happened last year to pecco, still one of the scariest crashes I've ever seen live in terms of crashes where you really do think you just got very very close to watching someone be killed in real time. this is the thing, right... at the end of the day, you can hope that marc finds an approach that relatively minimises the risk to his body - but also, you can only control so much. especially with where his body is at right now, there's only so many bad knocks you can take. you never know, you can only hope
overall, I have been thinking for a while that it's almost a bit... odd? how the physical stuff hasn't really featured at all in 2025-26 hot takes? I reckon people don't really want to think about it playing a big role, and also I suppose 'well one of them could get injured' is treated as just an underlying assumption of following motorcycle racing... but like we saw with catalunya last year, it's not just stuff that takes you out for ten races that can have big title race repercussions. especially given how marc traditionally went about winning titles, how big a part of that process it was for him. we've had such an incredible lucky streak from the start of the season until mugello that being afraid of injuries has almost... receded a little bit? in everyone's minds? after last year, in particular, where it just felt like you were always worrying about someone, it was just so relentless... and now injury worries have just come back with a vengeance these last few weeks and it is a little scary. a lot of this is scary. no real escaping it I'm afraid
but yes! anon! I agree with you! we'll get back to the smile and we'll get back to the optimism too.. at the end of the day, you can only do what you can do. we'll see what happens. if we're all massively underestimating just how much that sweet red bull cash can do and ktm comes out with a rocket ship next year and pedro wins the next ten titles, so be it. you never know
#thank u summer break to let him recover. imagine if we had a race next week#putting this in the tags because I don't LOVE this comparison when it comes to 'literal competitive picture' rather than 'vibes/emotions'#but it is essentially valentino's 2013. like take your time figure this shit out and see what's possible going forwards#valentino was way more depressed about his competitive outlook than marc is right now. with good justification#but that's kinda the point no? like valencia '13 the idea that valentino would get THAT close to winning a title again would've felt insane#sometimes u do just have to bet on the fuck you talent. and also it's about mindset! u can trust them to try EVERYTHING#basically it's not a done deal but he's also not doomed. who knows. who knows#//#brr brr#batsplat responds#anyway having now gone the full way from 'oof what if his domination bores me again' to 'what if we're FUCKED'#can i just throw in a little 'what if we get the 2008-09 equivalent of winning titles through smarts rather than speed' into the room#forget relentless pace FORGET injury hell. i want you to laguna him!!#i mean you couldn't really laguna pecco but the point is you need to find a customised approach. use ur brain i believe in u#completes the trio of stolen overtakes from pecco's mentor and last corner catalunya's him. imagine the narrative implications#ignore how pecco is definitely a better defensive rider than jorge and actually knows how to protect the inside line. screenshot this now#current tag
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