this image awoke something in me

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fuse into one moto3 world champion álex márquez joins marc márquez (and valentino rossi) for a couple laps on one of marc’s hondas during the post-season tests in Valencia (2014)
together on track, sharing a number like a last name
inside Marc's garage during the test day
unofficial part 2 to the prev post+article I reposted, and also this post
+ a couple more photos under the cut
I just invented true love, it didn't exist until i finished this drawing but now it does
alex called him vale in the presscon no prompting no setup this matters to no one but it matters TO ME

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yellow brick road
Summary: Three things in life had governed Alex’s racing career: Marc, Valentino and their fallout. Through it all, Luca was just there, and Alex kind of hates him for it.
AU where Alex joins VR46 instead of Gresini
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If Marc knew what Alex had done, it would kill him.
This is the thought that Alex has been falling asleep to – and waking to – of late. Alex rolls over in bed, bedsprings creaking, and stares blearily in direction of his windows’ curtains; the slit of light slithering through the gauze, the grey fabric.
He can hear Marc and Carlos downstairs, already going through the motions of PT, chattering. His older brother never misses a training session of Alex’s, even when he himself couldn’t physically ride because of the arm. The guilt, residing in Alex’s ribs like a tumor, burgeons in size at the reminder.
On his nightstand, the clock shows 5:46.
Alex makes a muffled noise, squeezes his eyes shut against the red digits blinking at him but the 46 might as well have been engraved behind his eyelids. He buries his face in his pillow, but then Marc’s voice is hollering up the stairs, "Alex! Are you up?"
He is, but he doesn’t want to be.
He thinks he might throw up. His phone buzzes on the nightstand, next to the clock.
Even if finding out what Alex has done doesn’t send Marc to an early grave, he would drive down to Tavullia and kill Valentino and then he would be sent to jail.
Worse, Alex won’t have a seat on the grid.
"ALEX," yells Marc.
"I’m up," Alex yells back, slumping back on the pillows with a groan. Looks again at the clock.
5:48.
Alex gets up.
Today, he promises himself, he will tell Marc about his ride.
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