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Pavlove - Rosquez, Franky/Alex, Alex POV, wip Five times Shira and Stich get weirdly attached to Valentino Rossi and the one time Alex finally works out why. 7-1-1 - Rosquez, complete Valentino and Marc formally reconcile after Marc wins his Ninth Championship. One smile and suddenly nobody else will do - Rosquez, complete The existential horrors of aging in professional sport. Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns - Rosquez, Marcmarc, Vale/bez, Vale/Bez/Marc, Bezsava, complete The reconciliation of Marc and Valentino was never going to be a simple affair; it was against every fibre of their being, and it had to be simply scandalous. Just like how they imploded. When interviewing for Marc’s Biography, a small part of this story is told. Yet the rest, well, that story should be saved until all parties retire. History does not repeat but it does rhyme - Marcmarc, Beznaia, the ghost of Rosquez, complete Following his podium at the Red Bull Ring, Bez gets into a fight with Pecco, has a minor breakdown, fucks Marc and gets drunk, not necessarily in that order. The Flesh of Failures - Rosquez, wip CW: Non-con and dub-con elements In a world were omega's can't own property or have most basic rights at 46 years, after spending his whole career hiding the truth, Valentino gets caught, he's auctioned off and is unimpressed with his new owner.

Naked in Tavullia - Caseyvale, Genderswap, complete Valentina loves stealing Casey's clothes, really, Casey should've seen this coming. Valentina had a way of getting her way. She got Casey after all, but in the moment, seeing Valentina branded with her last name does things to Casey's brain, and of course, they have to fuck about it.

Somebody That I Used To Know AU

Sepang 2015 never happened/Vale wins his teenth au or as the comments keep saying Poor Alex, horror show the AU

Would've, Could've, Should've - Rosquez, complete Marc's 2025 was going too well, of course, it had to go to hell in Sepang. Or did? Because the next thing he knows, he's waking up in 2020 and everything has changed. Catasrophic Blues - Rosquez, Lucalex, complete A hypothetical Tenth Championship celebration for Valentino seen through the eyes of both Marquezs. Brown Eyed Boy - Rosquez, Lucalex, complete Valentino's done it, he's won his championship, the crowd has cheered for him, and now it was time to enjoy his reward, to enjoy Marc.

The Best Years AU

A/B/O, omega!Vale, Alpha!Marc following a flash heat Marc and Valentino make up and deal with the consequences

Look At Us Now (Honeycomb) - Rosquez, Past Uccio/Vale, complete Valentino goes into a flash heat and reconsiders the past ten years of his life. All during race week at Mugello. What could possibly go wrong? Aurora - Rosquez, Past Uccio/Vale, luca/alex/franky, Beznaia, Bez/Cele, Pedrenzo wip The geriatric pregnancy fic...

You're just the boy all the girls want to dance with; And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances - Pedrenzo, complete Following on from the end of chapter 3 of Aurora, Jorge Lorenzo gets his omega (Valentino's lack of belief in him be dammed)

Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables AU

The 2025 f1 season with some of the most rancid vibes you've ever seen.

Heavy is the Crown - Markoscar, landooscar, maxiel, complete Picking the 2025 season to officially start dating and fall deeper in love with your teammate just as your championship fight for the ages starts doesn’t sound like the best idea. But Lando’s never been good at thinking things through. But just how far is someone willing to go to prove they are the pinnacle of their sport? And not just a footnote in someone else's legacy.

Sacred prayer; It was rare; You remember it all too well - maxiel, complete Four times Max goes home with the championship, plus the one time he comes home empty-handed.

Now, Valentino, several years removed from the sport, Marc didn’t know everyone as well. Most of the Moto3 girlfriends now knew more about him than he would ever know about them, but he still had his girls, who, when all their husbands were racing together, he saw more than his own family. 

Who is he kidding? He never spoke to his family after being caught with a neighbourhood boy in his bed at 17. It was fine, he got kicked out, but he got into modelling after and then met Valentino. He shouldn’t dwell on it. That’s what Valentino always said Marc shouldn’t think about his life before he met Valentino. It was safer.

But all those friendships all started with these grand welcome tours, remembering the first time he got lost, and poor Uccio had to track him down; he liked feeling needed, so if he could help someone not get lost in a weekend that was already overwhelming enough, then he would always do it with a smile. 

Another reason today was such a big deal was that this would be the first time he was doing it with another man. Despite Valentino coming out, no one else was really open about that, which never really bothered Marc. He enjoyed still getting to do it on the weekends where he was there, being a welcoming face, a shoulder to lean on or cry on, riders could be stupid sometimes after all, even if he never got the chance to give the tour to another man, his girls were enough. 

Until Dovi and Alex had announced they were together, being riders, Marc knew that the ‘WAG’ thing would be different, but he still wanted them to feel included. Marc gravitated towards Alex. He was also from Catalonia, he was a rookie, he was only a few years younger than Marc, and he was Valentino’s teammate. 

So he thought it would be logical to invite Alex into their little circle over Dovi. But when he reached out to Alex with the offer he was met with an awful text with Alex saying he wasn’t that type of fag, he actually had a job and career and things to do on a race weekend and he wasn’t looking to feed into Marc’s silly delusions of being important.

“Alex! Alex! Alex!” Marc is dive bombing straight onto Alex’s bed when he gets back from the race that weekend. Waking up Alex bright and early at 5:30, forgetting that while Marc would be allowed to skip school that day, Alex would not be given the same grace. 

But nothing could stop Marc’s excitement right now  “He knew who I was! He knew who I was!” Alex throws a pillow at him to get him to shut up, but that doesn’t work. “Who knows who you are?” He mutters, still half asleep.

“Vale!” That wakes up Alex like a cold bucket of water “You met Valentino Rossi?” His eyes nearly pop out of his head as Marc beams, “Yes! They got me to give him a model of his rally car, and he signed one for me!” Marc produces the signed car and the photo of him with Valentino. Alex looks over the photo as Marc keeps talking, “And he saw me! And he went ahhhh, so you are the brave Marc. Which means he’s watched me race! Which means I have to do even better and make him proud! And then someday I’ll race with him!” Marc gasps as ideas rush into his head “Maybe we could even be teammates! Wouldn’t that make me so cool! I’d be a way better teammate than Lorenzo!”    

Alex's fingers trace over the photo, as Marc keeps rambling, he was so close to achieving what they’ve dreamed about since they were kids. Marc falls back onto the bed, looking up at his shelf full of Valentino’s bikes “He soooo pretty to Alex, the photos don’t do him justice, even from far away, up close, he’s the prettiest person ever” 

For some reason, there is a pit in Alex’s stomach as he dares to ask, “Oh, are boys allowed to be pretty?” At church, it was always a boy who was meant to find girls pretty and girls who find boys handsome; anything else was a sin. Marc hums, thinking it over for a moment, “I think so. Bikes are beautiful, so of course the people who ride them would be pretty too.” he rushes to add “But Vale is the prettiest!”

With that, the floodgates are opened, and Alex admits, “No! Dovi is way prettier!” Marc is outraged, “No, he’s not! His hair is sooo dumb, and he’s so skinny.” Alex scoffs, “So is Vale!” and from there they quickly devolved into a pillow fight.

And with that, it’s the last time anyone in the Marquez’s household talks about sexuality until, like a bull in a china shop riding the high of his first premier class championship, Marc finally brings home the girl he’d been talking about all year. That girl is none other than Valentino Rossi. 

To make a long story short, Valentino walked in on Marc crying, saw the text and come summer break, Alex had lost his ride, his career was only saved by Dovi pulling some strings and another rider suffering a well-timed injury. 

Alex wasted no time blaming Marc. 

Marc wasted no time telling everyone the truth about Alex.  

That was that.                   

So he was looking forward to getting a chance for a redo today.

Franky had said he passed on his information and the meeting time to his boyfriend, and now Marc was here, waiting outside of their motorhome, leaning on his crutches. Valentino, ever the sweetheart, offered to stay if only to support Marc’s weight, allowing him to leave behind at least one crutch, but it was tradition that Marc would do this alone in his experience; it helped the new girlfriend (in this case boyfriend) be more comfortable around him. 

A ping of discomfort came through his right shoulder; it had been doing that for days on and off. He must have been sleeping on it weirdly. Maybe the team physios could take a look at it as a favour, thank god he wasn’t a rider if his body was already falling apart at 32. He can only imagine how it would be if he were a rider dealing with the aches and pain, but deep down, he’s sure winning would soothe that. Normally Marc would be pissed to be finishing in second place but today he knows that doesn’t matter. Because today he won one thing he’d being chase for so long, the thing he was willing to give up his arm for, hugging the trophy, confetti falling in his hair, reaching for his younger br-           

He must be stuck in his own head since suddenly someone is snapping his fingers in his face, punctuated by a loud “Hello!” It’s Mig, Marc is caught off guard, he doesn’t know why Valentino’s students always made him feel included in their group; it was Marc who felt weird about it since they didn’t have anything in common beyond their love of Valentino. “Oh, hey Mig, what’s up?” Yet he still wanted to be a safe person for the boys to turn to. Him and Valentino didn’t want kids after all, they had the academy that was enough for them.

“Oh, he didn’t tell you, did he?” Marc shakes his head. Was this one of Mig’s Youtube things? Had Valentino just forgotten to mention it? That wasn’t like him. Valentino would always make sure Marc knew if he was needed for any press things, knowing Marc liked to stick to his routine when it came to things like that. 

“Well, I’m sorry my boyfriend is being so mean, but you're giving me the grand tour this weekend. And I want to be added to that WhatsApp group like now, because I know you rule it with an iron fist, and I also know that chat has all the good gossip." It takes Marc a moment for his brain to hard reset before he finally says, “Wait, you’re Franky’s boyfriend?” Mig smiles so widely he almost looks like any one of the Academy kids turning up to the Ranch for the first time, not that Marc understood that to him it was just a very nice house that became his home but to them it was a place of worship. “Yep, he finally got the balls to ask me out.” 

“So you never found the balls to do it?” Marc ruffles his hair, happy that those two kids finally worked it out. “Well, maybe I’m just like you, I’m made to be chased after.” Bless those kids, Valentino loved sharing their love story, whenever he was drunk, everyone in the academy must know it by heart. Even if some days to Marc it felt like nothing more than a haze of clubs and maybe some underage drinking on Marc’s end in the US, at least he thinks that’s how it happened, he should ask Valentino about it. He’d make things clear.  

He giggles, a blush forming over his face, before a moment of weakness slips through. “You don’t have to do this just to please Vale or Franky, I get it if you think it’s like lame or whatever. You were a rider, you know everything I’m going to say”

Mig gasped, “No, are you kidding me. Marc, this shit is iconic, you know how many people under my Valentino episode were solely commenting about asking for you on the show so I could ask you about this tour. When I tell them I was here, they’re going to lose their mind; this is going to matter way more than my time as a rider.” Then Mig paused for a moment, as if thinking about what to say before he admitted with a shrug, “Plus I want to feel included in things, I know I’m not a rider anymore. I wanna learn how to do this for Franky's sake. I know I have to be his boyfriend, Mig. Not the former rider, Andrea Migno. And I know you can teach me that.” Marc didn’t realise how much he needed that pep talk until it was out of Mig’s mouth. It was nice to hear someone value what he did; he’d given this sport so much emotional labour and tied his brand to it despite still not really knowing how the bikes work. Yet the doubt is still there, “Are you sure? I was never a rider, Mig. I don’t know what that transition is like.”          

“I’m sure. Valentino was the king on the track, but you always ruled the paddock. Now come on, Marc, you’ve been here long enough. Tell me the rules about this sport.” Mig has linked his arm into Marc’s, allowing Marc to both throw some of his weight on Mig and means he only has to take one crutch with him, the other resting on the side of the motorhome. All in All, the whole thing gets a well-needed laugh out of Marc. “Well, you don’t really need to know the rules, really, you just need to leave it to them, it’s their domain after all.” Mig snorts. “But come on, I'll show you to the place where we all freshen up, and you can meet the rest of the girls. You're one of us now after all. Let’s see if we can save your under-eyes at all.” 

They both smile and laugh as Mig helps Marc hobble his way around the paddock, giving the same tour he’s given to so many wide-eyed women before, throwing in the story of how he thought Yamaha only made pianos before he met Vale. Despite the fact that Mig has heard it before, he laughs like it’s his first time hearing the story. 

Deep down, he’s so glad that Mig is the first boyfriend he’s giving this tour to. Alex wouldn’t appreciate it in the same way.    

~

The next few days are spent putting together the pieces of this life, and the more Alex finds out, the more he feels like this is home. They sit there poring over photo albums and phone photo libraries, and all Alex sees is a good life, where he slowly sees himself grow up with Aleix and Pol and at some point Jorge joins their little gang. For a while, he and Alex are all over each other like glue, and admittedly, Alex has avoided going through all their messages, just in case. Jorge might be one of his best friends here, but that doesn’t mean Alex wants to see everything.

As for Dovi his life was closely tied to Alex more than anything else, he was firmly the ‘dad’ of the group and often times his time seems split between dirt bikes, test riding for Ducati and supporting Alex at his races especially near the end of 2025 where the race between him and Marco seemed as if it might come down to the wire, Dovi was by Alex’s side for every single race, even being his umbrella girl. It was a far cry from Marc who went through multiple stages where Dovi was only allowed to come near Marc in the comfort of his motorhome under the cover of darkness to not alert the press. 

Alex could see the way joy leaked into Dovi’s eyes; he liked being seen as a true partner and equal, like he was getting paid back for all the sacrifices he made, yet Alex knew that he would never admit it out loud. He loves Marc too much for that. Perhaps that was his greatest flaw, wanting to love a man who could physically not love anything more than he loved racing and winning. Alex didn’t say that out loud instead he says, “So, it seems like we’re a pretty touchy couple. Are you okay with keeping that up this weekend?”

Dovi hums before faulting, “Maybe I shouldn’t come.” Alex wonders what it says about him that his stomach drops at the thought of not having an excuse to kiss his brother’s forever fiancée “No! That will raise way too many questions; you’ve never missed Mugello even after you retired.” His gesture to the photos laid out on their table, helpful that it seems like Dovi took up scrapbooking after his retirement, and now they had photo album after photo album to fill in the blanks of their life. 

“Alex, it's weird! I see you like a little brother, it's just weird to think about you like that!” Is it? Is it really? Alex thinks is he just that unlovable compared to Marc?

It’s 2018, there is no doubt in his mind that Marc will win the world championship, and Alex has one simple request: “You should invite Dovi to your championship party.” Marc hums, not looking up from the data spread across the table, “I haven’t won the championship yet.” Alex sits down next to him, resting his head on Marc’s shoulder “Yeah, but you will.”

“You don’t know that.” Alex rolls his eyes, head butting Marc’s neck. He just restates his point, “You should invite Dovi to your championship party.” He can’t say the rest of it out loud Marc would tease him for it, something or other about how liking old men must run in the family. Marc had won enough championships now that the Valentino of it all could be a bit of a dark family joke most days.  

Marc finally looks up from the data, bucking Alex’s head off his shoulder in the process. Alex looks at Marc and sees the smile that has  found its way across his face, and before he can process anything else. Marc says, “Well, I would hope my boyfriend would be at my championship party.” And he starts laughing, almost shaking the couch through sheer force, leaving Alex no choice but to laugh along. How could he not? Marc looked truly happy again.

“Since when!” That came out of Alex like a sheer manic shout. Marc then told him casually like this wasn’t life changing news and something closer to the weather. “Last race, turns out with nothing else to do during a cancelled race is the best time for him to find the balls to ask me to dinner.” The light was back in Marc’s eyes. Alex couldn’t snuff that out, so he feigns happiness “Why didn’t you tell me?!” One day, he’ll be happy for Marc and Dovi; he knows it.

Marc just shrugs, “I wanted to make sure it was real. Before getting mine or anyone else's hopes up,” After everything Marc deserved to be happy, “And is it?” The way Marc smiles and starts ranting about the dinner Dovi cooked for him, tells Alex everything. There were other fish in the sea after all, maybe Luca was still looking to escape Valentino’s shadow by running into Alex’s bed.

“You're worried about Marc, right?” Dovi nods, Alex lands the killing blow “So you have to come to check on him! You know how Valentino gets, and maybe seeing you might snap him out of whatever this is!” They found Marc’s Instagram and while both Dovi and Alex’s accounts were blocked, one fake account later proved that Marc was alive and in love with Valentino. Cele of all people declaring them ‘couple goals’ alongside a photo of them cuddling on a couch together. Marc’s moonboot is the only thing tethering this Marc to Alex’s Marc. The Marc on his screen lacked so much muscle, but also his right arm looked perfect. He doesn’t want to think about what that means.

Dovi looks down for a moment, he sees the life Alex and he have made together, and it feels so wrong. He swallows down his discomfort for Marc, no one else “Okay. I’ll go, we'll be a happy couple and save Marc.” 

Alex nods along, and suddenly he has two goals for the weekend: to save Marc and prove to Dovi that a life with Alex wouldn’t be that bad. 

There was just one fault in this plan, that being Fermin. Who is knocking at their door on Wednesday, the day before the race, suitcases in hand. Alex rolls out of the master bedroom with his hair a mess and wearing a shirt he swiped from what he assumes is Dovi’s side of the closet, as of course, Dovi would be willing to be a happy couple in the paddock, but he was enough of a gentleman to take the guest bedroom. Alex didn’t push his luck by arguing that they should share. 

As the knocking continues, he wishes that he had read the flight manifesto more closely, because here Alex, not Marc, was the one who booked the private jets. He gets to the door and finds Fermin, who rather quickly announces, “Oh, for fuck sake, do not tell me I walked in on you two fucking again. I was even good this time! I didn't even use my key.” Alex just nods along, back from where he came, he would consider Fermin his closest friend besides Marc, but not close enough to get a key to his house or ride with him on a jet.

“Why are you here so early?” That’s all Alex is able to mutter in his half-asleep state. Fermin scoffs “Just because you're some fancy factory rider now does not mean you can get out of feeding me, Nadia told you to look after me, remember? And Dovi makes the best breakfast spread in town” Which make sense if he thinks back hard enough Nadia in his other life gave him the same speech, Alex is scared to admit it but the more time he spends here the less he even wants to think about his past life, it's a sirens call he knows it he has to ignore it to save Marc but god to fall into the water for just a moment feels so nice. 

Alex plays his part, rolls his eyes and lets Fermin in. “You got here before Dovi got up. I’ll go get him so he can start on your breakfast.” Fermin smiles, which can only mean trouble. “Tell him to get a move on. I have Jorge updates!”

Alex nods, not knowing what he’s meant to answer with and slips off to get Dovi, who he quickly shakes awake, filling him in, “Fermin is here, he wants you to make breakfast, he’ll be flying with us.” He looks down at Dovi’s phone, which he hasn’t switched off; he’s stalking Marc’s mediocre modelling photos, so in a rushed whisper, Alex adds “and remember you love me.” In another context, it would be cruel, but Dovi doesn’t take it as such; he just rubs sleep from his eyes and hums, “Give me five minutes, Lex?” 

Alex nods, drags his eyes off his abs and heads back out to Fermin, who is in the kitchen playing with the dogs “What did Dovi do this time to end up in the doghouse?” Alex is over by the coffee machine, half listening to “What?” He wants to surprise Dovi with coffee, and thankfully, due to years of living together, Alex knows just how he takes it. “He’s sleeping in the guestroom.” It’s not like I want him to sleep in there, Alex wants to say, but instead he just shakes his head, reaching for a lie. “He’s not in the doghouse, he just got home late, and I think he crashed on the first comfortable flat surface he found.”

Fermin doesn’t buy it “Oh no, surely he must be in the doghouse. Normally you two fuck like rabbits, drunk or sober.” The coffee machine comes to life, and Alex has to push past this topic as quickly as possible before Fermin tastes blood in the water, so he tries to use context clues "Enough about my sex life now, tell me about you and Jorge’s”

Which gets Fermin to dramatically huff, “That’s the problem! There is none!” Thankfully for Fermin, and his personal suffering regarding his own love life, Dovi comes inside, having quickly splashed water on his face and sadly for Alex, put on actual clothes. He smiles and then hands Dovi his coffee, and before he can talk himself out of it, he takes his chance and kisses Dovi. THey had an audience to perform to after all.

In truth, it’s nothing more than a short peck, but for Alex, it feels like the world is finally coming back to his centre like a missing puzzle piece being picked up from behind the couch and finally being placed into the puzzle, completing it. 

It feels perfect.

 It’s the quickest kiss Alex has ever had in his life, and yet it’s the best one by a mile; it’s made all the better when Alex and his newfound confidence also grips hard onto Dovi’s ass.      

“Gayyyyyyyyyyyyyy” Fermin loudly announces in a sing-song tone. The sheer absurdity gets Dovi to laugh, hiding the blush that must come from the shock of Alex actually kissing him, while Alex says, “At least I’m getting some!” Which feels so out of character but so right. Especially when Fermin laughs as he flips in off and things feel like this is how it should always be.. 

Later on Thursday, long after they made it to the paddock, Fermin caught Alex up on his pining for Jorge, which Alex thinks is more funny than anything. Much more funny than Alex learning he still has to have increased security in Mugello because Valentino’s fans were assholes no matter the universe. 

He’s outside his motorhome for some air, waiting to meet up with Dovi, who was due at some sponsorship's event that Alex was explicitly not invited to. When he's reminded of how wrong everything truly is.

It’s a short moment that Alex only assumes he sees because the crutch Marc is using has slowed him down to a degree. But he still sees it, Marc and Mig walking through the paddock arm in arm, with Marc pointing out mundane things any rider would know. Thankfully, Valentino isn’t present, but it’s a gut punch seeing how visibly Marc has changed in real life rather than just on a screen. Marc is so much smaller, he lacks the muscles of a rider, while Alex guesses he looks younger, he can’t help but think he looks relentlessly bored like he’s left with energy he doesn’t know what to do with. 

Marc doesn’t see him, at least Alex thinks he doesn't; he never looks at him once. Yet Mig does. He glares at Alex like he’s less than the dirt on his shoe, which, truthfully, isn’t that unusual. What is unusual is how he pulls Marc closer, whispering something in his ear then him and Marc turns walking in the other direction as far away from Alex as possible.

At that moment, Alex knows no matter how good Dovi’s lips feel on his or how nice it is to have two older brothers in the form of Aleix and Pol or a younger brother in Fermin.