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My fics — this is the tag I use on here if you're interested!
marcmarc
marcmarc 2025 series - 2025 but marcmarc...
I want to wear your skin - time travel + body swap
Cammina con Me - heavy smut
Heat Lust - 209372 car sex
Regardless of Time - tgcf adaptation of motogp
And as I Speak - post Valencia 2023 fallout
Make Yourself At Home - Marc babysitting Rubik
Pecco's Wingman Operation - Pecco being the MVP
Home Is Where You Are - ask pack AU, omegaverse marcmarc + lucalex
Respair - different first meeting with physiotherapist marc and rider bez
Highs & Lows - High Bez blurting out love confessions. Post 2026 Hungarian GP
Rosquez
Don't Involve Me - 2015 no divorce smut where marc wears a dress
Fortune Teller - Marc is a seer. It changes things
Name Your Price - text fic where marc puts his vale merch on eBay
✨️Man and Machine - marc bike sex with some side rosquez, dovquez, danimarc and a ch2 with caseymarc (this fic is my love child)
Other motogp works
Make me Proud - rossecchi 2025 austrian gp
Through Tinted Glass - multi chapters rossecchi student/mentor relationship
White Stripes - marcnaia bike sex
HYPOSTASIS - marcnaia with eldritch marc
Sharkfins - marcosta with mermaid pedro and marine biologist marc. With some dovquez and rosquez (the other one) too. Group project!
Play With Me? - rosquez (the other one) wing fic
Don't Forget Me - polmarc time travel where 2012 Pol ends up in 2025
Mortal men - polmarc post 2026 French GP
Lost and Found - calmarc 5+1 during the 2026 Mugello GP
The Art of Wanting - zareira smut
The Art of Needing - part 2 of zareira smut with moreirow, moreiquez, and calmarc
Change the Game - frankylucalex smut
For us to Know - toprak/nicolo misunderstanding
Keep Up - mavmarc 2017 motogp season
Take A Picture (It'll Last Longer) - pirromarc my wife
Your Face on My Walls - danimarc 5+1 crack treated seriously
random prompts - here is the tag for these
Silence - calmarc + bruised knuckles
You Promised - pecco/fabio + Time loop
Don't Hide From Me - bezsava + blood on borrowed clothes
I Don't need You (I Do) - pedroscar + "I'm good at not needing you"
Hope I Can Stay - marcsava + stay the night
My Name On Your Lips - toprak/marc + names
Sugar Break - dovquez + "Does it still hurt?"
endurance rpf
Kelvino propaganda - all my works with said ship
One More - kevkelv smut
cycling-related rpf
Blue Sun - Marc Márquez/Tadej Pogačar post 2025 TDF
The Reason Why - Isaac del Toro/Tadej Pogačar post stage 20 of the 2026 TDF
I'm back for your cycling expertise 😂😁 I have a few more questions 😋 :
So is there a racing calendar for cycling or is it like tennis where multiple races are happening all over the world and cyclists choose which races to participate in? (I need some kind of structure to be able to start😋)
And I assume the world championship is done using points collected all over the season? also do some races have more points than other?🤔
WELCOME BACK >:D
ok so. For the cycling calendar it's very much like tennis! There can be multiple races happening at the same time, which makes it hard when you got two favs racing at the same time in different races 😭😭 (you can find the calender here for example. There are many sites w it :3) there are also different type of race with different prestige!
One day races: just one race of often 200+km.
Stage races: multiple days races that happen all over. Never higher than 7 tho if i rmb right
Grand Tours: 21 days races that are like the "peak" of cycling so to say. There are only three: Vuelta a España, Giro d'Italia and Tour de France. These ones happen in may, july and august/September so they're never at the same time.
There are also races called the "classics", which are one day races that are more prestigious. They are "monuments". 1. Milano San Remo, 2. Ronde van vlaanderen, 3. Paris-Roubaix, 4. Liège-Bastonge-Liège and 5. Giro di Lombardia! (There's also an unofficial 6th one called Strade Bianche which is a fucking banger, but it's not as historical as the other 5 so it's not a monument. But many almost consider it as such.) Monuments are important because they are worth more UCI points also.
Which brings me to the next part. UCI points! UCI is the Union Cycliste Internationale, so they manage mountain biking, cyclocross, gravel biking and road cycling, etc etc! Rn, we're in the road cycling category. Each race are worth a certain amount of points. There are team and solo rankings a bit like f1 and motogp, and if your team gets the most UCI points they can put a nice lil sign on their jersey so ppl know they're cool. Monuments and Grand Tours are worth a SHIT TON of UCI points so winning them is very important and significant for a lot of teams! Good for attracting sponsors too eheh
HOWEVER—these are not the world championship. The WC is one (1) race usually held around September/october! This year it's in Montreal (my ass is going) last year it was in Rwanda! During this race, you do NOT race with your usual team (ex: UAE for Pogi) you ride for your COUNTRY. So Pogi will ride with cyclists from slovenia that are often in his rival teams during the rest of the year. Sometimes it creates some....pretty interesting dynamics 😭 so, you win this one day race, you're the world champion. You get to wear the rainbow jersey all year round until the next WC! There's also national championships (country only) and the European championship (the European champion jersey is cool asf. This year you'll notice that it's notably absent because Pogi won the WC and then proceeded to win the European championship right after. And the EU jersey, as you can imagine, is less "strong" than the rainbow jersey so. No EU jersey around this year.)
So yeah! The WC is a nice one-day race where if you fuck it up, you pack it up. It's insane to watch
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So bestie, I'm watching tour de France with my dad now and we're wondering what do the shirt colors(maillot vert, maillot blanc...) mean? 🤔 You're my cyclisme expert😂😉
YES!! so basically, maillot vert is for the sprinters! Every stage on the TDF there's intermediate sprints that give you points if you cross it first. You accumulate these points over time and the one with the most gets to wear it.
For maillot polka dot, this is for the best climber. Similarly, there are intermediate climbs that give points throughout the tour.
Maillot blanc is for the quickest rider under 26 years old! So this one goes by overall time like the Maillot jaune-> which is general classification in the tour.
Also, let's take pogi for example. Back then, he was winning the tour at 21 years old, so he was by default the best under 26, but the maillot jaune is "stronger" than the maillot blanc since it's the overall one, so pog couldn't wear the white jersey. It defaulted to the second best in the maillot blanc category. (Of course, pog still wins it at the end, but someone has to wear it during the races.) Similarly, if someone is the maillot jaune but also happens to be the best climber, the polka dot jersey will be worn by the second best throughout the tour.
We need to get him and fermin together ASAP, we need fermin to give him the hot girlfriend glow up (yes, fermin is the hot girlfriend)
HELPPP THAT'S SO FUNNY 😭😭 cauz deadass when i saw Fermín's new summer look my first instinct was to think that if I were Pedro I'd block that mf LMAO😭😭😭😭
But yeah i have no idea what pedro's thought process is here.....we should steal his brain for research purposes
Riding past a body and a mangled bike in a gravel trap as red flags are being waved doesn't feel great.
It feels even worse when you’re close with the person that went down. Senna doesn’t like to look, he doesn’t want to know who went down, but the bits of black and radioactive green were unfortunately unmistakable even in the corner of Senna’s visor. Creaking and clicking like a Geiger counter screaming in his ear.
Barry had gone down.
Or Barry crashes at Brno and injures himself and Senna worries about him.
Tadej's too far ahead to hear above the shouts around them, but Isaac only mouths one single word, slow and articulate as they make their way up the climb.
‘Why?’
Not the usual sport fandom i write for but yall. Yesterday was actually insane it deserved a fic
star wars setting, ~10 years after the republic fell (think fallen order vibes)
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On the wind-blasted planet of Zeffo, up a stone path that winds through the hillside from the small spaceport, the first words Marc speaks to him in ten years are, “You’re alive,” and Valentino nearly turns on his heel to take his chances with the Inquisitors.
Startled, his first line of defence is to get cruel. “I’m sorry, I must have the wrong house. They told me a Jedi lived around here.”
“Don’t be a fucking idiot,” Marc snaps, riled in turn, and the winds picks up as if in response. The villagers had warned Valentino to wait out the storm, but he’d been too impatient, buoyed by the possibility of another survivor. The electromagnetic fields must truly be playing havoc with his senses, because if he’d had an inkling of who waited at the top of the path, he’d still be in the spaceport. Too late now. “Get inside.”
Grudgingly, Vale does, letting his hood fall to his shoulders. The place is small, dark, but meticulously tidy. Marc hands him a clay cup, and Vale recoils at the glint of metal where his fingers should be. Bile threatens the back of his throat, but he swallows it down; he has no fluid to spare.
“Ah.” Marc smiles, rueful, but with enough of a twist that Vale viciously wonders if he’d done it on purpose. “Couldn’t keep out of trouble, even after I left the Order.”
Left. One way to put it, Vale supposes. “Of course you couldn’t.”
Silence. Outside, the winds howl.
“I thought about—” Marc swallows, a thick sound, pulling his right arm—missing right arm—close to his body. “I felt it, that night, the Force screaming. The cries. I wanted to—find any survivors, do what I could. Some troops found me first.”
An old curse finds its way to Vale’s lips. Purge troopers are sadistic; Marc must have found a way out, or they wouldn’t have stopped with an arm.
“Drink,” Marc insists, threading his way through the tiny living space. “The storms provide good cover from those who can sense the Force, but they’ll blow for days.”
“Days?” Vale echoes. “I—I need to get back to the spaceport. My ship is there.”
“Nothing will be able to take off or land,” Marc says, matter-of-fact.
Fuck. Stuck here, then. “The boys will be worried.”
At that, Marc’s head snaps up, eyes dark. “They…?”
“I saved them,” Vale says, and wrinkles his nose as the memory washes over him: burnt flesh, choked screams, lightsabers flashing in a hypnotic whirl. Luca, clinging to his hand. “I wish I could have saved more.”
Attachment, though, had always been his struggle. His younglings, his Padawan, had been his sole thought, and only once the smoke cleared and hyperspace was dancing in front of him had he sunk into the pilot’s seat, sobbing as the Force wailed in grief and anger.
“They’re lucky to have you,” Marc says, which is perhaps the kindest thing he’s ever said to Vale. It rubs, the lack of teeth, and Valentino squirms in the face of it.
“You said days?” he asks, brusque. “How many days?”
Marc shrugs. “It’s a storm. You want to go outside and ask it?” As if to underline his point, the winds scream, crashing against the mountainside.
“How long do they usually last?”
Another shrug. Vale’s chest burns with an anger he hasn’t allowed himself to feel for a decade. When he moves, his head brushes against something dangling from the ceiling: old parts from a ship, if he had to guess. Against the far wall sits a workstation, and as he moves closer, he can pick out the bones and carapace of a lightsaber. Marc’s lightsaber.
Couldn’t keep out of trouble. Couldn’t let go. Always so reckless.
“I have a room,” Marc says, occupying himself with something in the corner, fingers busy so he doesn’t have to look at Vale. “I will keep out of your way. I have work—the villagers give me things to repair. Just don’t go outside. The winds are stronger than you think.”
“So I have no choice.”
“No.” If he didn’t know better, he’d call it apologetic, the lilt in Marc’s voice, but Vale does know better. He knows him: body, soul, Force.
As quick as lightning, Marc spun around him, dropping a quick and subtle kiss on his cheek before going to greet some people from Honda as if nothing had happened, leaving Marco standing there, unmoving.
He felt his face erupt in a blush.
Marc, he'd—
“Close your mouth, Bez. You'll swallow a fly!” Pecco called out from a distance.
Marco gave him a murderous glare, feeling like he was going to faint at any second.
He was going to get back at Marc for that.
or,
The 2026 MotoGP season told through 40 kisses, a sequel.
Yall wanted a sequel, here is the sequel!! I'll have a lot of fun writing this I can already tell sksksk
