I was scrolling through some old posts and I realized that the 'bambi' nickname was more of alex's nickname than marc's nickname
anyway I don't really know the specifics of the bambi files but I am a peccoalex truther so I got to thinking about alex in lingerie but with his gloves and boots on like in that gresini ass album photo, and pecco having fun messing with bambi alex, maybe letting him be annoying at first and then dropping him suddenly and bringing him back out at times just to annoy him too idk
Hello my dear anon. My apologies for the delay, I went on a little adventure ☆
Bambi as a nickname for Alex has actually been frying my brain like a cognitohazard since I saw your ask. He suits bambi much more than his brother.
The Bambi files are essentially bimbofication training; they will reinforce traditional and warped feminine roles and encourage arousal, obedience, and stupidity as well as memory wipe anything that conflicts with the Bambi program, which is very extensive (you can take a look at the website, it's easy to find. The trigger words are listed and there's playlists and safe modes and whatnot). It's very aggressive and stimulating from the get-go. It's definitely well made and well, it works. It works scary good if the subject is willing and a little suggestible.
Peccoalex truthers need to be heard. I feel like Pecco would get a massive rush from dropping Alex with his triggers, or just fucking about with him while he's under, especially if he can be a bit of a smart-ass with it. What he does works, and he knows it: he's unstoppable like that. The Gresini ass out album cover will never leave my head, and if Pecco can feminize Alex while linking it to racing it would probably get Alex dropping faster x
Alex and Pecco basically living their best y/n lives will never not be funny to me
Like Alex is the younger brother of possibly the greatest rider of all time, absolutely adored by said brother, won 2 world championships that were overshadowed by his brother winning the same years, keeps having ontrack incidents with pecco specifically, was literally teammates with two different academy riders, unfortunate collateral damage to the Incident (2015), and was blocked from a factory yamaha contract by valentino rossi himself
and then there's Pecco who's the star student of the other greatest rider of all time, has 3 world championships himself, is noted for being incredibly shy and mild-mannered with dainty piano hands, also a chronic complainer disguised under his lady of sorrows beauty, formerly teammates with alex but BEFORE the Incident, has tried to pick a fight with alex multiple times because they keep having incidences, is currently teammates with alex's demon jajajaa brother, has multiple photos with young marc and alex from around 2012, and their families are friends
"…Márquez?" Valentino finally said, the gears in his head visibly working to keep him from shouting. "You… You brought—"
"I brought Álex, yes."
Or, the fic where Pecco brings Álex to the ranch
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This was, quite possibly, the worst idea Álex had ever had.
Bez had been on cloud nine following his back-to-back podiums and, still clutching that ridiculous wooden leg, had invited him out to the ranch. Why Álex had accepted was beyond him, although Marc would have said it was because for a certain other rider in red.
Which was exactly why he didn't tell him.
Among other reasons, Álex thought, wincing as he imagined the reaction his slightly overprotective older brother would have given to such news.
Getting his dirt bike to the ranch was a bit of a struggle, but Bez helped him. The sky-blue Ducati stood out starkly against the others, all of whom had been painted in their rider's colors and stamped with their number. They slotted it beside Pecco's, painted a vibrant red and black.
Speaking of which, Pecco was there too, sitting cross-legged in a plastic lawn chair with Luca standing behind covering his eyes. Cele stood off to the side, chewing on a popsicle as they talked about something.
"Pecco!" Bez exclaimed as he bounded forward, Álex somewhat-hesitantly in tow. While he wasn't exactly nervous about the academy riders, it was hard not to feel a little uncomfortable given the situation.
Cele noticed him first, the younger staring with bugged-out eyes, opening and closing his mouth like a fish in a failed attempt to speak. Bez quickly held up a finger to shush him.
Pecco turned towards them, although his vision was still covered by Luca's hands. "Is my surprise finally here?" he said, sounding somewhere between bored and amused.
"He is!" Bez exclaimed. "Do you have a guess?" He was grinning from ear-to-ear, so either he had planned this out so well he knew he could pull it off without a hitch, or he hadn't put a single thought into it beyond getting Álex to the ranch.
Álex didn't know Bez very well, but he felt like he could guess which one it was.
"Hmm…" Pecco had taken to playing with his ring, a habit Álex noticed he often did during interviews. "Is it someone you got a tattoo with?"
Bez glanced at Álex and let out a laugh. "I don't think so!"
"You know him, too," Luca added. "He's on the grid."
Pecco tipped his head in confusion. "Enea?"
"So close, cariño."
Pecco visibly startled and shoved Luca's hands away, with an expression that had Álex grinning. "Wh— Álex?"
"Àlex!" Bez swung an overly familiar arm around him, pulling him down slightly and making Álex wonder if Bez still had some prosecco in him.
Pecco's expression fell. "Does… Does Vale know? That he's here?"
"Eh…"
Luca patted him on the shoulder semi-reassuringly. "What Vale doesn't know won't kill him."
"It might," Cele mumbled, his melting popsicle beginning to run down his hand.
"Who cares? He's here for you," Bez said, jabbing a finger at Pecco. "We're in Misano, at the ranch, and you looked so sad after the race I thought I should bring your… hook-up, boytoy—whatever he is—to cheer you up!"
"'Friend' is fine," Álex said. He wasn't quite sure what he was to Pecco either, but he sure hoped it wasn't boytoy.
Pecco stared at him, then sighed and pressed a hand to his temple. "I do like it, thank you," he admitted. "But tell me next time, okay? So I can… prepare."
Bez smirked. “Prepare?”
“Yeah, I’m sure you 'prepare' for him,” Cele added, stifling a laugh.
“We’ll tell you next time,” Luca said, although he was also smiling at Pecco’s flushed face.
Álex was on the verge of making a joke about how he could help ‘prepare’ Pecco, when there was a quick knock on the back door. A voice came through, thick with an accent, that made him freeze up on instinct.
“Boys! Is Bez here yet?”
Pecco shot out of his seat and grabbed Álex by the wrist, then turned to Bez with a harsh look. “Tell him something, anything. I don’t care if you lie, but do not make him angry.”
“We’ll deal with it,” Luca said, as Bez looked slightly scared. “Take Álex to the locker room, we have extra gear there. Bez, Cele, c’mon.”
Bez quickly followed, but Cele gave Álex a lingering glance before leaving. It was a look of uncertainty, maybe even suspicion, which was entirely warranted as Álex was currently wondering how people called him the 'sensible' Márquez.
He was dragged away and shut into the locker room by a rather frazzled Pecco. It was a good look on him—slightly pink in the face with embarrassment, threading a hand through his curls and pulling them back from his furrowed brow. Álex let himself indulge in the view while Pecco gathered his thoughts.
“You shouldn’t have come here,” Pecco eventually said, turning his annoyance to Álex.
He shrugged. “Bez invited me. Should I have said no?”
“Yes—!” Pecco groaned and pressed a hand to his face. “Cazzo, Vale is going to get so mad…”
Álex stepped closer, and to Pecco’s credit he didn’t back away as Álex leaned in about an inch away from his face. “Pecco,” he started. “I don’t want to get you in trouble. If we get my bike from the garage now, I can go now before Rossi notices.”
Pecco stared up at him for a moment, then suddenly placed a hand on the nape of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. His mouth was hot against Álex’s own, balmed lips tasting of cherries. It was only a quick moment, but one that left Álex blinking in surprise.
“Don’t go,” Pecco said, slightly breathier than before. “I… I’m sorry. For saying those things. I'll deal with Vale, and… and it’ll be fine.”
Álex gave him a half-smile. "I think I believe you."
"Good. Do you think you fit my motocross suits?"
He did, although he filled out the loose fabric a bit more than usual. Álex didn't miss the way Pecco kept stared when he bent over to tighten the boots, and he sent a wink over his shoulder that made the Italian scoff.
"What are you staring at, huh?" Álex joked with a grin. "There's nothing back there."
"Maybe to you. You can't see behind yourself," Pecco replied, which had him laughing.
They came out of the locker room to find Valentino locked in conversation with Bez and Luca, looking confused.
“Well, I think you don’t like him,” Bez said quickly, “I mean, I don't know. Have you ever actually met him? I don't think you've met him."
Valentino threw his hands up in exasperation. "Who? Who is this mystery man you've brought to the ranch?"
Pecco cleared his throat, getting their attention. The moment Valentino's crystalline eyes landed on Álex, his expression twisted into disbelief verging on outright anger. Álex shuffled a little further from Pecco, for good measure.
"…Márquez?" Valentino finally said, the gears in his head visibly working to keep him from shouting. "You… You brought—"
"I brought Álex, yes."
Cele and Bez were huddled together behind Valentino, muttering to each other with nervous glances. "This is not good," Cele whispered, and Bez frantically nodded in agreement.
Luca, though, just put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "They were teammates in CEV, remember?" he said simply. "Before you made the academy. They have a long history together."
"I remember. I also remember your crash last year, at Aragón."
"We made up," Pecco shrugged, and Álex gave him an amused look. That was certainly one way to describe what they did.
"Hey, we are here to train, right?" Bez suddenly interjected, giving Valentino a crooked smile. "Shouldn't we start before the day goes away?"
Valentino gave Álex a long, withering look, before finally sliding his gaze to Bez. "Fine, allora. Let's train." He turned away from Pecco without a second glance, and the younger let out a sigh, his shoulders sagging forward.
