#vale/pecco

[formulapookie]

Hii guide to my fics <3

They're divided by ship, the link is for the tumblr post and on there there's the link to Ao3 if you'd like to hop on there and comment/leave a kudo :)

rosquez (vale/marc)

You bring sin into my mind (smut) Giving all of myself to you (smut+a bit of fluff) I'll commit your every scar to my memory (angst+fluff) Breaking the cycle (super short angst flow of thoughts) Looking for perdition (smut) Les fleurs du mal ch1; ch2; ch3; ch4; ch5; ch6; ch7 (angst, multichapter)

rossecchi (vale/bez)

Teacher's pet ch.1 (smut+angst, multichapter)

marcmarc (bezz/marc)

I never thought it would've felt so right (smut+kinda angst, multichapter) Untitled petplay wip (smut)

bezzquezararo (bezz/fabio/marc)

Drinking this sensation down like Prosecco (smut)

bezzetti (bezz/cele)

It hurts but if you're here it's worth the pain (smut+fluff) I get high on your voice (smut+hint of fluff) Moonlight kisses ch.1; ch.2 ; ch.3 (angst, multichapter) Don't speak just feel (smut)

margaro (jorge/aleix)

Hunger and denial (smut)

diggianini (diggia/enea)

Maybe we can be more than this (smut) No shame no gain (smut)

beznaia (bez/pecco)

Surprise (smut) Untitled (smut) They can only dream (smut) Keep your eyes on you (smut)

mignelli (franky/mig)

Juice (smut) Sweet sound of you (smut) Quiet (smut) See yourself though my eyes (smut+fluff)

valecco (vale/pecco)

Careless whisper (smut+angst+fluff)

bez/edo

blowjob brothers (smut)

bezmig (bez/mig)

Seaside (smut+fluff)

<3<3<3<3 hope you'll enjoy them <3<3<3<3

all the things I write, including snippets/ideas are tagged #alice writes :)

[funmintix]

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2018 FIM motogp award Vale is watching Pecco from the audience

[kwisatzworld]

The academy boys suddenly showed up when Valentino Rossi was being interviewed.

[verdemint]

Tanti auguri a te tanti auguri a valee

[suzuki-ecstar]

marc marquez celebrates his return to the podium with the home crowd at jerez — spanish gp 2024

[scrollonso]

pictures of vale from each year he had a son + his age 😸 (im bored)

vale when he had franky (1994, 15)

vale when he had mig and niccolò (1996, 16/17)

vale when he had pecco and luca (1997, 17/18)

vale when he had diggia and bez (1998, 19)

vale when he had cele (2001, 22)

[imerian]

Vr46 academy keychains

Set of five charms that all match in different ways

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　 . ✦　　˚　

Open for detailed pictures of each one

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

˖⁺‧₊˚⭒✮⭒˚₊‧⁺˖

. ݁₊ ✶. ݁ ˖ˎˊ˗

I ran out of tags so I'll say it here but i would greatly appreciate a reblog, especially if you share your thoughts on these pieces in tags (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

(Also i forgot that bez have matching part with luca so I didn’t add that to tags sorry

[givemebackmypills]

[moonshynecybin]

thinking about pecco maybe not being the best at setup and copying martin's setup these last bunch of races. him making sure to take the full weekend to get it exactly right. thinking about marc historically deliberately choosing things that would make the bike worse for his teammate that he knew he could just adapt to and ride around. thinking about them being teammates next year. thinkin about there being dramatically less ducatis next year. thinkin !

[star-s-631]

Okay doodle part.2

[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.

[astronicht]

if you’re looking for prompts i would LOVE some outside pov on rosquez if any era 💜

In my heart and dick I wanted this to be Dani or Dovi pov from earlier in the rosquez saga, but I’m just not era-informed enough. Instead, I have yet again put Marco Bezzecchi in unfair situations. Also this isn’t even REALLY to the prompt, because outside pov is fun when it’s subtle, and this is about as subtle as a chair to the face. Whatever I tried!!

It’s Pecco’s personal motorhome, Ducati red. Rain is loud on the roof. Far off, road bikes rev among the tents and tarps where the fans are camped in the mud of Mugello. Marco still smells like damp leathers from practice. Pecco had said, “Ah shit, they’re calling me in early. I’ll see you later, let yourself out.” Pecco wants to win at Mugello. So does Marco, obviously, but he deals with it differently, packed down and nervous in his stomach until he gets on the bike and finds out if it’s good nervous or bad. 

So Pecco had left. And Marco had nodded and grunted and finished watching the show on Pecco’s ipad, because that was what they'd agreed to do, and then went and pissed in Pecco’s bathroom. He washes his hands. He dries them. The door — not the bathroom door, the exterior door — pushes open. The roar of rain and street bikes and generators rushes in, and stumbling footsteps, wet shoes squeaking on the metal steps.

Marco thinks, maybe an assistant. Maybe Pecco back early.

But no: Outside the bathroom door, Vale’s voice says, “Oh, I found it.” Pecco's front door shuts, and in the ensuing quiet is the clink of keys. Vale has keys to everything, because people just give them to him. You learn that early on at VR.

A laugh, not Vale's. Marco has paused at the door handle. It will be a little awkward if he opens it now, but fine. The more seconds tick by, the weirder it gets. He could flush again. He could run the sink.

Another laugh, smothered. Like by a mouth. That is not Valentino laughing. Marco’s palms are sweating.

“No, here,” says Vale. “Here is fine.”

“No, no, whose is this?”

Marco has rarely heard Marc Marquez speak Italian. He is doing it now, fluent and easy. But with a gasp on the end.

Something inaudible from Vale, who is not worrying about pronouncing his Italian. Marco’s palm is slick on the door handle. He’s trying to remember, heart pounding, if he unlocked it already.

“Oh,” says Marc Marquez, who is laughing again. “He’ll be half an hour, then. It’s his turn for the Mugello speech.”

“The Mugello speech?” Vale asks, amused.

“Gigi’s don’t die for glory in Mugello speech.”

Vale makes a 'hm' noise. It is no longer amused.

The slick sound of kissing is loud over the rain. It is personal. It is something you're only supposed to hear at a party, when you are too drunk to care what the people behind you on the bed are doing, unless they-- unless they say-- or touch your shoulder. Marco tries not to breathe loud. He is afraid to take his hand off the door.

In Spanish now— “Wait, wait, I can—”

A belt buckle clinks. Marco knows it’s Vale’s, and that that’s Vale’s zipper going down, fast and fumbling. He wouldn’t have thought it would be fast and fumbling.

Someone’s knees hit the floor. The picture floats up in Marco’s mind, unbidden, unwanted. He has to part his mouth so he doesn’t breathe too fast and loud through his nose.

Then Marc Marquez whispers, quiet and strained, “Fuck, Valenino, fuck—”

Vale’s belt clinks, desperate and fast.

A wet noise. Vale says something like ‘hm’ again, but it is very clear that he says it with something in his mouth.

[bezzplaining]

marcnaia 2025(can't wait)

[cleopatragirlie]

Who is this DIVA 💜

[muxas-world2]

He had big dreams a school bosss +turtle and bob ;)(and he still served cunt and made old men scare of her )

[zellaspinna]

“me and pecco, pecco and me :)”

valentino somewhere after hearing that: