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ray935sworld · 2 months ago

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Child of divorce AU

My baby, my baby

Chapter 3: Focus on love

Marc took a deep breath.

His eyes were closed. He shut the whole world out. Just for a few seconds. He needed to focus. He needed to get his mind in the current reality. He needed to forget all the articles he had read over the winter break. He had to forget all the questions he had been asked.

He had heard every variation of cheater by now. He hadn’t known most of them. Some of them were rather creative. Others just hurtful. He had read every possible insult in regards to his baby. He had read so much he wasn’t even angry any more.

“How fucking dare they?!” he had screamed slamming his tablet on the desk. David was on a walk with Alex so he didn’t had to hold back. “How the fuck can anyone say something like that about a child? David isn’t even 2 yet!”

Or maybe it was just David. Maybe he was what would always bound him to Vale. After all it was his DNA that shaped his angle too. He had his hair. His kind smile. And his laughter. He saw fractures of Vale in his son. So he couldn’t bring himself to really hate Rossi. Not when his son was so much like him.

But now he was too tired. He was just exhausted from wasting his energy without getting any results. Nothing changed. Nothing was somehow different, no matter how hard he tried and how loud he yelled. He just couldn’t silence them. He couldn’t overshadow the rumors.

He just couldn’t wrap his head around how anyone could drag an innocent child in an adults fight. But apparently the man he still loved deep in his heart could. He hated that he still felt something for him.

He hated Rossi for what he put them through but oh – oh how he loved him for giving him the gift that David was.

He smiled, still trying to concentrate.

A memory popped up in his head.

“Papa!” his baby had almost shouted as Marc rolled back in the driveway. He had taken his motorcycle to do a quick run to the supermarket for his mother. David said on Julias lap, waiting and now trying to reach for his papa.

Marc had smiled and pulled his helmet off.

“Hey baby!” he greeted him after secure the bike. He gave him a quick kiss on the boys cheeks who started to giggle. “Did you had fun with your abuelo?” “Yes. Papa bike. Papa was on bike” “Yes, I was on my bike. very good” he agreed.

“He was very excited to watch you ride from the window” Julia told his son. “He laughed at the sound… And David didn’t you want to ask your papa something?” “I…” “Yeah? Tell me!” he said encouragingly. He smiled, already kneeling to be on his eye level.

“Can I bike too? Wanna bike. Like you and papa.”

The frown that caused this statement was very clear to see. Julia wanted to laugh as he saw the shock on his sons face. Payback. For all the times he and Alex scared and would still scare him and their mother.

Marc blinked. So David really seemed to enjoy bikes? But how much? How much was enough for him? Would he feel pressured to continue if he started riding that young? And did Marc really wanted Marc to go this way in his life?

He swallowed. There was so much to considered. He didn’t want David to get hurt in the profession that he loved so much but had taken his body apart so many times.

But he’d be a hypocrite if he said he couldn’t understand it. And after all, racing was such a big part of his life, he couldn’t keep David away from his.

David was the most important part of his life and he refused to deny him anything, especially not such a big part of his life. He wouldn’t keep him deliberately away from anything. Not after David had already been pushed out by his father.

Despite – they did talked about it and agreed not to try and spark anything. They wanted to support him but not make him. Not that the agreement really meant anything now.

“How about you take a look first?” Marc had asked diplomatically. Thinking about all that was meaningless. David was just too young. All he did thinking about it was just overthinking and stirring his anxiety. And he didn’t want that.

So he lifted David who nodded enthusiastic up. Just looking. I meant nothing and wouldn’t hurt. “Yeah! Yeah! Pwweees” “Alright” he replied laughing and sat down on the bike again. But this time his son sat there with him.

He hold onto him. He hold him close and tight while David giggled and leaned more towards the handles, grabbing the clutch.

Marc watched him, having leaned in to make sure he was able to touch everything. He hovered above the boy watching his movements. He truly was the child of the two riders.

He made a mental note to reach out to Dani and Jorge. After all they had gone through that already with little Pedro. He was already 5. Surely they could give him some tips and opinions.

He could focus. So he stood up, ready to start the first round of texting and start the 2016 season.

He took another breath. There it was. He saw his child smile. He heard his laugh. He knew he was safe and happy. He was protected. He could do this. No worries.

His mind was clear. There was nothing distraction him anymore. The world was gone. Nothing unimportant was clouding his mind anymore.

It went away in a bliss. Even as he saw Rossi a couple of times on track he ignored him. He continued racing. His mind knew that it was him and he knew what he did. But it was all in the back of his mind. He could continue riding. It was safe. There was no anger bubbling up. Just an empty feeling of not caring.

So he did the testing. He did lap after lap, trying to find the perks and the disadvantages of the bikes. He looked for the limit and for ways to trick it into obeying him. He needed it to exchange. He found some ways and some that didn’t work at all.

Soon the way the bike worked would be part of his blood again. He needed to learn every little detail and understand it to make it work.

With that goal he went back in the box. He had some questions to ask and data to compare. So he sat down.

He would focus. He really wanted. There was no reason not to. Until there was a voice that stopped his concentration. Actually, it was the name the voice said.

"David, what are you doing here?"

Marc looked up. The data didn’t matter now. Whatever sentence the engineer had started was left unfinished in his head. Because he knew for a fact that there was no David in his team. Or Danis. Or anyone that could be at the garage. There was only one David. His David. So how could he not react and forget everything else when it was about his boy?

His big brown eyes searched for the 2 year old.

He felt panic rise in his chest when he didn't saw him at first glance. David. David was here but he couldn’t see him. He hated the combination. He couldn’t pull David close to protect him. He couldn’t hold him in his laps. He couldn’t even see him.

He had thought his son was safe with his father. Maybe they were at the motorhome, reading books or watching the bikes. Apparently David loved hearing bikes. Roser had soon found out that her little alien grandson fell easily asleep to the sound of roaring bikes.

Apparently not, if someone saw him somewhere near.

He wanted to calm down. Maybe his dad had just taken him for a walk to visit him in the garage. Maybe David had whined, wanting to go outside in the sun or see the bike up close or seeing his papas again.

His head came up with any reasonable excuse. He had to make it sense. He couldn’t think about any other version. After all he had read to many threats in the last weeks. He had faced to much hate towards himself and his baby, despite not having wronged the man he loved.

He had experienced physical violence. At least his baby had been spared. If he hadn't... He surely would make headlines and not about racing.

His anxiety was high. Even higher when his little sunshine was involved in any way and he'd do anything to keep him safe.

Quickly, he tried to remind himself that he knew the voice. It was Santi. He trusted Santi.

No reason to worry.

David loved Santi. Santi loved David. They got along great.

Santi would protect David. Still. He was his son and he needed to know he was safe.

Too many questions started bubbling in his head. Too many fears mixed. So where was he? Where was his kid, so he could hug him and see that he was safe.

He looked around. Bikes. Mechanics. Many, many dangerous, sharp and definitely not safe things were laying around. David could easily get hurt like this. He felt an itch under his skin at that.

Then he saw him. Santi was standing on the other side of the garage, picking up a little boy who had just wandered inside, still wobbly on his legs. His arms reaching for the man. Julia stood a few feet away, watching the boy going towards his “Tio! Tio!” as he called him.

His voice high and giggle. He smiled brightly. His small teeth were flashing in the light.

"There you are...�� Sant said as he kneeled next to the boy who almost fell in his embrace. With the kid in his arms he stood up. He was secured on Santis hips and Marc breathed relieved.

Safe. His baby was safe. “Bueno, pequeño. Do you want to see your papa?" The Honda crew chief nudged his little nose, which made the child giggle.

He started to babble little, connected with a smile and a big nod, that made his hair flop followed. It was enough to be recognized it as an agreement. Santi grinned satisfied.

"Yes? Yes. Okay. Let's go. Let's go look for him-"

With David on his hip, he turned around. "Where could he be?” His voice was over the top questioning. It was the classic baby voice and Marc thought it was adorable. He was glad to see his team embrace his boy just as much. Especially after the past months. Even they got more protective than before.

“Where could your papa be? Over there..." He looked from one side to the other and the younger Spaniard laughed as he watched his baby looking confused and focused around to find him.

He bit his little lip in concentration. His eyes going big to not miss anything. But he shook his head. “Mmmh mmh” he made a disagreeing sound.

"No. No, you're right, not here. He isn't here... Maybe over there? What do you say, David?"

Then David spotted him and pointed at him. His lips curled up into a smile and his eyes lost all concentration.

"Ahí - ahí" he laughed. His little fat hand clumsily pointing towards the rider. He excitedly shook his hand. It looked like he was trying to throw his hand towards him. "Hola, my baby" he said waving at his boy.

Santi smiled too as he went towards him, Julia following them too.

"There you are" he grinned as the child was handed to him. "Oh my sweet, sweet David" Carefully he caressed his hair. The boy just smiled and leaned towards him, hugging him close.

Both seemed to use the short break to breath. They were holding each other close, keeping each other safe and sane.

Suddenly the kids smile disappeared. Instead he looked sad. His little mouth went down and he hide his face in his the leathers. But his father had seen it.

"David, what's going on?" he asked worried. Unconsciously, he hold him closer. "What happened? Talk to me. Please."

"Was with papa..." A sniff left his body. Marc froze. Santi stared at him in disbelief. The two adults shared a look. "Didn't want me. Papa, why does he doesn't want me anymore?"

“Oh David, it’s… I promise you it has nothing to do with you. Your father is just a little stupid. He… Remember? He listened to some very, very mean people. He believed a lie. It has nothing to do with you.”

“But he didn’t hug me!” he sobbed. “Miss his hugs! He gives the best.” “I know… I know and I��m sorry”

There was nothing else to say. He just hugged his boy closer. He pressed his arms tighter around his rips just like Vale always did and pulled him as close as somehow possible. He kissed his head. He felt the same dark curls that he knew so well.

He closed his eyes, wishing his hugs would be enough one day.

#BABY DAVID #Oh i wanna hug him sm rn #next chapter will be worst btw #I ALREADY HAVE AN IDEA #So I hope that it wont take as long #PLEEEASE feel free to tell me your thoughts #I love your feedback no matter your opinion #motogp #motogp rpf #marc marquez #ray's writing #david alonso #child of divorce AU #rosquez divorce

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hulloitsdani · 7 months ago

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What do u think Kiran is

How do u think the order sees kiran

*slowly sits up in my chair*

I think Kiran is a very normal person. This is someone you and I have met before. Be that from the other side of grocery store cashier, waiting in the same elevator, or walking by on a crosswalk. Kiran is a civilian from our world trying to roll with the punches of being warped somewhere completely alien. And you can see it in how they conduct themselves.

I always have a lot of fun writing Kiran’s dialogue because their casual modern speech almost feels like a dialect in comparison to the more formal fantasy tone everyone else speaks with. An “ain’t” will never exit Alfonse’s mouth, you know? And there’s a difference in “Do you have gold?” vs “You got gold?” To me, this gives Kiran an air of unfamiliarity to anyone they interact with. Let’s use Grima as an example, because it doesn’t sound like this grammatical change would make much of difference until Kiran has the audacity to hit Grima with a bro mid sentence. But that’s just how they talk. And as sweet and friendly as they are, there’s always moments like that to remind that no one has the cultural context to fully understand Kiran. Except for the audience, who can realize that Kiran let the customer service voice drop to talk to Grima like he’s an actual person.

And that’s just about how they talk! This view is only emphasized by every other thing about them! They’re a lovable goof, which is normal chill person behavior in the audience’s eyes but feels REALLY ODD to the characters of FE’s medieval fantasy war setting. There is this air of unknown about them that the more socially perceptive will pick up on and will try to come to a conclusion about. Example, I imagine Soren would interpret a lot of this as a dangerous and deeply annoying lack of intelligence from someone he has the displeasure of sharing a tactics table with. Or looping back to the Grima example, he would totally think Kiran has greedy ulterior motives behind that pleasant facade. It takes a lot of work for those types to realize that the discrepancy present isn’t really any of those things. But I also wouldn’t be too surprised if Kiran doesn’t try to directly prove any of those assumptions wrong unless they have to.

Why? Well now it’s time for the implications! Oh how we love the implications.

Because the Summoner is a different story. No one has any fucking clue what that is.

I can tell you what Kiran has pieced together so far. Summoning people from across time and space is apparently not easy. It’s not some school of magical study that some mage could pull off with enough time and research. Trust, Eitri tried. It’s a lot of complex moving parts. For example, the contracts. The contracts Kiran automatically binds their summoned to don’t even compare to the ones Veronica used in book 1. They are far more intense and infinitely harder to break. The only way out of them is if Kiran wills it so. Not even death is an option, because Kiran can come in for the revive. If they had to guess, it’s an older, more completed version of the art. Something lost to time. But no matter the case, Kiran has the ability to take full control of whoever they manage to summon. From a lowly farmer to the divine. And their power only grows.

In a similar vein, if there was any character to canonically see the hud, I think it would be Kiran. It’s genuinely part of their power set. I have previously described Kiran as the party mage until Veronica shows up to be the actual mage, but it would be way more accurate to call them a mystic/seer. They see the map, everyone’s stats, and is doing a fast amount of math to give the combat forecast. Then, upon processing all this information their enemies couldn’t dream of having at their disposal, Kiran can telepathically communicate any change in plans to anyone under contract. Kiran is not inherently some great tactician the moment they touch ground in Askr; they simply can do things no one else can. They’re learning the actual tactics part on the fly. This makes them simultaneously the largest ace up the Order’s sleeve and potentially its biggest liability. If they fall, it could cause a whole system cascade. By that same token, some of the biggest threats the Order has faced are the ones who do their research and rightfully target Kiran.

Now. Thinking critically about all that. That’s downright terrifying. A ridiculous amount of power has been dropped callously into Kiran’s lap and they have to work extremely hard to be moral with it. It’s terrifyingly easy not to be. It would actively take less effort to ‘take the reins’ as it were. But in order to be able to sleep at night ever again, they go the extra mile to not invalidate the will of their summoned. To take over like that. To make a colony of worker bees out of people. Because oh dear god they just summoned a child and the fact that they could easily force them to fight and die for them, only to be revived and do it all over again, is HAUNTING. No. No the Order has an in house orphanage now. This kid is getting adopted and cared for god damnit or Kiran might just pop a blood vessel. And sure that child is going to be a child and there will never be a world where they get along with everyone else, but that’s just going to need be a problem they address when they get there and not an excuse to use Hubris; the power set. Now replace the word child with everyone they ever summoned and you have the wider philosophy they apply to the entire Order.

They’re hyper aware of the power imbalance. They hate it with every bone in their body. They work really hard to correct it in whatever way they can.

So Kiran might not jump on the opportunity to correct those who think lesser of them. It’s… oddly comforting to know someone is keeping a critical eye on them. Holding them accountable. Especially since so much of the order just thinks of them as this quirky yet well meaning host. And, really, what can they even do about that? They have gone over the contract with every hero they summon and despite that they still choose to stay. So, what, do they try to inspire more mistrust? The problem with that they would have to actually do acts that intentionally inspire mistrust. And even if that was successful they can’t just waste the extra man power because every other month there’s some new divine asshole who wants them all dead. And if they fail that means they have to start their life from square one and god they can’t do that again so—

Just breathe Kiran.

It’s fine. You’re fine. Just breathe.

You have work to do.

#Yay!!! Kiran Fire Emblem!!!!#In case it wasn’t clear from about the second to last paragraph onwards is Kiran’s internal monologue/thoughts on the situation #I started having ~fun~ because those two questions started to dig at what I find compelling about Kiran #but I can’t quite begin to convey without just showing you what’s going on in their head #In my actual opinion Kiran is that they’re still the ray of sunshine we see in the day of a life comics #But they are driven by the same loneliness that haunts every other main character #This combo makes their misery harder to notice #As for what the summoner is it could be really thematically resonant if Zenith’s pantheon made the thing that’s killing them #It certainly has something to do with Askr and Embla. the summoner’s powers are employing both of their domains #Unfortunately Loki is probably the only one alive to tell the tale and she has her own motives in this (Ted Talk for another day)#You can probably see why I think they should be thematic parallels to each other tho #Anyway to answer Kiran’s question ITS BECAUSE THEY SEE YOU TRYING YOU DUMBASS. THAT COUNTS FOR MORE THAN YOU THINK.#So yeah. My Kiran Fire Emblem headcannons for your reading pleasure.#I refuse to be normal about the character they could be if IntSys let them be one #fe kiran #feh kiran #fe summoner #feh summoner #fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #feh #feh ted talk

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