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“Franci,” He’s looking at Pecco now, eyes heavy. He has that stupid smile on his lips, the one that stretches all his face but never shows the teeth. The one Pecco is used to kissing when he wakes up in the morning.
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Czech gp 2025
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- Part 5 of Ti Voglio Bene
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Pecco has known for a very long time that Marco has sex with men. He knows where they touch him, how they hold him, what they do to him. Pecco knows.
A 90s coming of age AU.
[Zine for @LoveLeah’s 2024 Motorsport Zine Exchange]
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bleed me dry in tokyo city by numbers_on_wheels (gAERU_sINkuu) for SaturnSkyss
Fandoms: Motorcycling RPF
29 Sep 2025
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The night before Sunday’s race, he’d told the official already who he would pick.
Why bother with pretense? Everyone already knew – knew, like it was written in a tablet handed down over the centuries, written in the hand of a prophet, like five years ago they had not relished with the glee the possibility of the end of Marc Marquez – the championship was in his hands.
(Or, Marc Marquez wins the 2025 MotoGP Championship and Valentino Rossi has a summons to answer; in this game, there is always a loser.)
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- Part 2 of winner takes all (winner's room au)
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Marco thinks he would really like to kiss him, right now. A real kiss, syrupy and thick, all tongue and smashed lips and long threads of saliva being passed around them, just like sharing a cigarette while sitting on a bench at three in the morning. He can almost see the scene unfurling in front of his glossy, half-lidded eyes: he and Pecco, a nondescript park somewhere between Rimini and Pesaro, the smell of the sea in the chilly air. The cigarette and the laughs. The ash burns neon orange, Pecco squints because the wind is cold and it’s picking up, and from his privileged spot on the backrest Marco can look at him from above, discovering new things about his face he didn’t know were there all along.
He can almost see himself bending over, placing the gentlest kiss to Pecco’s lips, smiling with utter delight at the pinkish flush spreading on his cheeks.
Almost, of course.
It’s always almost when it comes to them.Bez is coming down with a fever while training at the Ranch, but Pecco knows how to take good care of him.
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Se Atene piange, Sparta non ride by CamilleDuDemon for lunaticaxmente
Fandoms: Motorcycling RPF
10 Dec 2024
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“Interesting. You think you’re hallucinating me?”
Marc snorts ungracefully, his eyes wet at the corners. Even though Valentino is not real, he doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of crying, not when he’s caught up in his arms, unable to wriggle himself away.
“Yeah, of course. The real you – the real Valentino would have never come all this way just to…what, hold me and sing me to sleep? Come on. Be for real, tío.”
“I wasn’t thinking about singing you to sleep, honestly. I’m quite bad at it, you would laugh at me instead of sleeping.”
Marc humors the hallucination, sticking his tongue out and blowing something akin to a raspberry. It comes out warped, shallow, but he’s made the effort and that’s – quite a lot, considering that he has spent the past thirty-six hours wallowing in self pity, still and unmoving until all of his joints and muscles screamed and spasmed, forcing him to change positions.Marc believes he's tripping on his pain meds when Valentino shows up at his door, determined to help him with a particularly vicious fit of insomnia that has been keeping him awake for thirty-six hours straight.
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- Part 1 of Rome wasn't built in a day