I think about the fact that we were robbed of the moment where Marc consciously went to grab his helmet and put it back on his head before he could start dancing to the DJ’s music.
10 notes
·
View notes
Rosquez omega auction ⁉️💦
(from this meme)
“You can stay here,” Rossi says, as they walk down his slopping garden towards a smaller house at its foot. They’re less than a kilometer from the ranch; Marc can hear the roar of the bikes. He holds himself as still as possible as Rossi unlocks the door.
He holds the door open, a stupid alpha affectation he always had. He used to always open doors for Marc, hand on the small of his back, his body between Marc’s and the rest of the world. A desperate feral unbearable screaming part of Marc, the part of him that wonders if Rossi will let him on a bike one day, if he’s good, wants to obey him.
They both wait for Marc to move.
“You first,” he says, eyes down. He can tell Rossi is biting back a reply. Eleven years ago, before Marc was this pathetic and broken, he would have said it. Instead he walks through ahead of Marc, across the room, leaning against a kitchen counter. Hands behind him, far from either door. Non-threatening. He barely smells like anything, like he’s tamping himself down on purpose. They make eye contact. Marc flinches, expecting — and Rossi flinches too, even worse.
“I’m not afraid of you,” Marc spits.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to find you,” Rossi says. His voice is soft, sincere-sounding. He leans forward, telegraphing his movements, and puts the house key onto the table between them.
“You’ll be safe here Marc. No one will touch you,” he says. Marc doesn’t reply. There’s another long moment. Marc can hear his own raw breathing.
“I’ll go,” Rossi says. “I’ll come back tomorrow around noon to check on you, ok?”
Marc looks at Rossi, full on for the first time since he found Marc, in the auction pens after his last owner —
He looks older, tired. Softer here, in the sunlight of the kitchen, in a threadbare tshirt and ugly shorts. Not trying to project power, just radiating it. Marc swallows and nods.
60 notes
·
View notes
aesthetics for my motorsports fics ➖ a drag from last night's cigarette
“Do you want to try together? You guys look like you would make a good team.”
Next to him, Valentino snickers. Marc can feel the vibrations of it against his body.
In their domain, they would be the nightmare of any team manager and team principal.
In another context, though?
“You have no idea,” Valentino says, pinching Marc’s side before moving away from him and closer to the pinball machine. “I’ll go first and Marc will cheer on me. Trust me, that’s much safer.”
inspired by @cvrthage and @love-leah's tags on this post.
47 notes
·
View notes
I’m not gonna lie seeing Marc kneel down in the gravel to bow to his fans was amazing and then I got immediate war flashbacks to his 2020 crash and had to try not to cry cause omg he did it he found the way.
HE IS MY FAVORIITE ANIME PROTAGONIST !!! JEREZ 2020 VS JEREZ 2024 !!!! thank you to dear friend maïna @kingofthering for hunting down the pics from today as i am. on the clock.)
251 notes
·
View notes