#santimarc

[twiceeshy]

wait santi has marc's moto2 championship winning suter in his home as a wedding gift

[dellovestorant]

feeling insane about this

[star-s-631]

Santimarc for this anon!

[givemebackmypills]

[fall0utmind]

santi and marc KILL ME bc thats his baby thats his girl for real

santi realizing marc is submissive how bout other people realizing it too and using it against him or even just the risk of it being used against him or using it at all (jealousy) sets santi on edge suddenty the older riders are threats more than on track

marc just :3 loves santi and is happy to obey him big brown eyes following santis every move santi refusing to make a move bc he is responsible for marcs safety angst because marc is like oh he doesnt want me

what you said about him kissing him both misunderstanding what the other wants marc HEARTBROKEN bc hes waited so long

LOVE THEM

Omg yes, you're so right. Marc is so baby girl coded. Let's be real. And santi would take such good care of him, and I'm just such a sucker for the character who has been through loads of angst being cared for!!!

This is about #santimarc and this ask here - basically shouting into the void and marc being a submissive and santi finding out and all the jazz!

But oh, OH, the Rosquez of it all. Santi being so angry at vale (even though marc and Vale don't fuck in this, what IF - Santi thinks Vale is maybe using it against him??) And then he's jealous of dovi? Because marc listens to him, follows him around like a duckling (a good sub!)

Anyways so now dovi is this huge threat too. Dovi has noticed marcs tendencies 100% and has also noticed Santi's protectiveness. But he's not really interesting anything with marc. I mean sure he's pretty to look at but not in this universe. But dovi is endlessly fascinated by santimarc and determined to help them both see it! (A ploy to make santi jealous??)

Loving the idea of them having this tragic misunderstanding where Santi just wants to protect marc from the others and from the world. Uses his sub tendencies to protect him, to stop him from getting into situations

"Marc, be good to the media okay. Don't say that"

"Sit down and be quiet a second"

"Don't talk to him"

"Look after yourself, yes? You have to be good"

"Ah you ate already? Good boy"

(It's completely accidental at points)

Whereas marc is slipping further into this space and he WANTS santi. But it's tragic because santi doesn't want him back.

EXCEPT Santi does, but he's convinced himself that he can't have because it's not fair or whatever.

Nd yes, when they finally hook up, is Santi like

"FUCK I'm sorry this was a kistake"

Marc all mournful about it

Dovi with his head in his hands (dovi is the luca of this fic)

(Also Marc 100% tries to get with dovi when santi isn't responding)

(Dovi gives in briefly, but is like hell no)

So. Many. Thoughts.

Thank you for sharing.

Gonna write this fic. Does anyone else have any ideas? lmk 🫶🏼✨️

[hincapiero]

if now i stopped racing he will be one of my best friends in my life.......

[fall0utmind]

Crab Blossom

On ao3 here

Prompt: Crab blossom – ill nature – stop, you need to rest

A little pre-snippet/prelude of my planned multichapter Santimarc fic - thanks @certainstarfishllama for the inspo - enjoy guys (i will say this is a bit of a messy on but done is better than perfect)

“Marc”

The head of curly hair doesn’t move. Awkwardly bent over a desk, Marc is engrossed in the sheets of data in front of him, one hand spinning a pen as the other drums on the table. There’s a half-empty mug of coffee next to him, still steaming.

Marc shifts the papers, scans the next sheet, and murmurs numbers under his breath. He’s the last one here, and only the dim lights from desk lamps illuminate the space. The engineers had left a little while ago, but only Santi stayed, keeping an eye on Marc as he worked himself into the ground.

The low lighting catches on the nasty scar bisecting his right arm, still horribly puckered around the edges despite the crash being two years ago. Santi knows that it’s the reason Marc is still here, desperately seeking answers for a bike that won’t perform, trying to work out whether it’s him or the machine.

Secretly, Santi thinks that Marc is far too hard on himself. He knows that Marc is committed, willing to do anything for success, including ripping his body apart, much to Santi’s horror. But it’s become unhealthy, Marc is spending more time in the garage than anyone else on the team, he’s seen the man pouring over reams of data at every available moment, he also knows that Marc spends a lot of his time at home looking over the iPad full of times and racing lines. When he’s not analysing data, he’s on the track or in the gym, or at the physio.

His arm isn’t better, certainly not fully; they all know it. Maybe it will never be. There’s talk about retirement and chronic pain now, too, but he isn’t sure how true it is. Marc is closed off about it, denying it to the media, but Santi knows him better than most. He’s had two surgeries already because, despite Honda’s vocal concerns, Marc came back too soon. He raced before he was ready, and now he is paying the price. These days, Santi can see the way Marc’s face pinches when he leans on the arm. The range of motion is limited, and his shoulder is clearly stiff. It’s affecting his riding and has to be painful. And yet, Marc doesn’t say a word, he leans into the pain and continues as if he hasn’t got what should be a career-ending injury. Santi sometimes wonders is he likes the pain, if he revels in it.

Santi gets it. He does. This is Marc’s life, everything he loves and knows. He has made insurmountable sacrifices to get to where he is today. Now he’s having to work like crazy because the bike just isn’t there anymore.

They made mistakes as a team when Marc crashed and subsequently had to sit out half a season. Losing their main rider had rocked their plans and put a stopper in their bike progression. Without him in the rider’s seat, they were nowhere.

Now he’s back, the bike is wild and unpredictable. No one can ride it well, not even Marc. Their results have gone down the drain, and Ducati has taken off. It’s a miracle that Marc is somehow still dragging race points out of it.

It pains Santi, seeing Marc like this. It’s becoming unmanageable, he knows they have to put a stop to it. Marc is pushing himself too hard.

Earlier this weekend, he spent so much time on the track that they actually had to stop him to force some fluids down his throat. He didn’t think he would be babysitting a 29-year-old to eat and drink, but here they were.

(Santi pretends that it bothers him, but a small part of him likes it)

Race weekends aren’t much better, with Marc deciding he needs to push the bike until he finds the limit and then ride on the limit as much as he can until he’s inevitably flung off like some twisted game of buckaroo. Again, Santi questions what it is with Marc and pain.

In the office, Santi clears his throat. Marc still doesn’t shift, seemingly unaware of his presence. A sigh lodges in the back of his throat. It’s officially summer break, Marc should be going home and preparing for a holiday somewhere hot with a bunch of his friends or whatever it is he’s doing during his time off this year. Not sitting in an empty meeting room, completely alone.

When it becomes clear that Marc will not respond to his voice alone, Santi approaches. He goes carefully and slowly, scared to make Marc jump if he sneaks up too quickly on the younger man. When he’s close enough, he lays a hand on the back of Marc’s chair. Marc shifts slightly in his seat, distractedly flipping the page, sector times scrawled across it in his messy handwriting. If Santi squints, he thinks he can decipher a listed comparison of pre-crash and post-crash times in the corner.

He sighs.

“Marc” Santi tries again.

No response.

He lays a hand over the paper, tries to block it from Marc’s view, anything to get his attention.

“Marc, come on, it’s time to go.”

Marc finally, finally looks up from the sheets, confusion on his face as he recognises Santi.

“Huh?”

“You’re done for the night. For the break in fact.” He orders, but Marc doesn’t want to hear it.

“What, no, I need to figure this out”, he argues, scrambling to move Santi’s hand, which remains firm on the table, obstructing his access to the paper and subsequently the data

“Nope, it’s late. Go back to your motorhome, go to sleep and enjoy your holiday. The bike will be here when you get back, so will the data” Santi redirects, his voice firm, a hint of dominance slipping in, giving no room for arguments.

Marc goes wide-eyed, finally looking up from his desk to stare and Santi. It is then that he acknowledges the room at large. It’s dark and empty, Marc doesn’t know when everyone else left, nor when it got so late.

He swears under his breath, looking back at Santi, who still looms over him.

“Five more minutes,” he begs, purposefully widening his eyes at the older man.

It makes Santi shift uncomfortably, an unknown feeling welling within him; there’s something about Marc, below him, looking up at him with doe eyes and parted lips that is making him feel. He clears his throat, quietly, cautious about breaking the weird tension buzzing between them. He knows he can’t let Marc stay, even though it feels like he’s toeing a line here.

“Nope. Up, come on,” he demands.

Marc scowls, mumbling under his breath and looking much like a disgruntled toddler.

“Don’t be a brat, come,” Santi retorts, running on autopilot. He doesn’t notice Marc’s stuttered inhale, nor his frozen body and clenched eyes.

When Marc doesn’t move, Santi lays one large hand on the back of Marc’s neck, spanning the space there. He can’t help but think how good it looks, his hand across the small frame of the rider.

Marc makes a choked-off noise in the back of his throat. They both freeze, and time is suspended for a second before Santi tears his hand away and Marc exhales deeply. If the room were lighter, a flush would be identifiable on Marc’s cheeks, painted across his face and down his neck.

“Fuck, Marc, did I hurt you? Are you in pain?” Santi rambles, panic threatening to engulf him. A million thoughts bombard his mind - Marc hiding his pain, actually being in agony all this time, the possibility of there being another injury, or another operation. The worst, though, is the thought that he had hurt Marc.

He doesn’t get to investigate, though, because Marc is out of his seat like a shot, his pen hitting the ground and his papers abandoned. Santi watches on in confusion as Marc flits around the room, seemingly torn between fleeing and staying to sort out the mess he’s made.

The former wins out, and Marc finally decides to bolt. Santi frantically calls out to him, confused and concerned.

“Marc”, he shouts. Marc is almost at the door now.

“Stop”

It’s too loud in the silent room. But it’s a command, a last resort. Marc pauses, his fingers wrapped around the door handle, panting harshly. A small whine breaks from his lips; he clamps his mouth shut.

Santi is quite concerned now, wondering what caused Marc to react like this, with weird behaviour which is so unlike what Santi normally sees from someone so confident. Nothing comes to mind. His disbelieving mind assumes the whine was something else: pain or annoyance, maybe even tiredness – it has been a long weekend for them all. He resolutely doesn’t let his thoughts wander elsewhere – he refuses.

No matter how often Santi’s brain wants to go there, he doesn’t let it. He will not push his unwanted and one-sided attraction onto the younger man. Santi does not let himself think about how well Marc follows commands, and how pretty he looks as he does it.

He doesn’t.

If he really took the time to think about it, Santi would recognise the signs: heavy breathing, a hot blush, spacing out. It is a strong indicator that Marc is turned on, as affected by Santi’s commands as the older man is. In any other scenario, Santi would recognise Marc’s desperate urge to follow the orders. In different circumstances, Santi would give in and take Marc to his bed.

This isn’t a normal situation.

Instead, Santi focuses on what he knows. He strides up to Marc, swallowing the distance between them in a few mere steps. Once he’s close enough, he grips the younger’s chin in his fingers and forces eye contact. He purposely avoids thinking about the headspace he’s slipping into, the same way he is ignoring the audible gasp from Marc and the bob of his throat as he swallows thickly.

“Marc, tell me the truth. Are you hurt?” he asks.

Marc gulps, “No, no, I’m not hurt-”

He breaks off at the end, as if he were about to say something else. Santi stops, waits, but the words are not forthcoming from Marc’s lips.

“You promise?” Santi inquires.

Marc nods, quick and jerky and Santi cocks an eyebrow.

“Word. Use your words.”

Marc’s jaw is slack, and in any other situation, Santi would laugh. But this is Marc, the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen, looking at him like that. Santi knows he is in dangerous territory; the tension is so thick that it chokes him.

“Yes”, Marc stutters. “Yes, I promise – Santi.”

Santi let go of Marc’s chin as if burned, tearing his gaze away from Marc’s mouth. He needs to put some distance between them.

“Okay. You go and sleep, I’ll clean up. Enjoy your holiday, Marc,” he murmurs, shooing the younger away and out of the building. For a moment, it looks like Marc is going to argue, but then he’s going.

“Yeah, okay, Um- You too. Have a good break, Santi,” he calls behind him.

Santi almost cries, torn between laughing manically and slamming his head into the wall. As he tidies the abandoned desk in silence, he wonders how he got here and how the hell he’s going to get over this stupid attraction – a crush, if he’s being honest, before the season starts up again.

[fall0utmind]

Pleas more thoughts on santimarc 🙏

Santi x MArc! (Some bits NSFW)

I checked. There are like 2 fics, and one of them isn't even santi x marc endgame :((((((((( so sad

Based on this!!!

Okay, so firstly, I was talking yesterday about how we need more sub marc fics, and I think these guys are kind of perfect for that dynamic because of the trust?? Immaculate.

So some ideas

1.

This one has just come to me, but the idea of Marc being really sub-like in normal interactions and Santi clicks on when Marc doesn't.

Approx 2017-18, maybe??

Thinking about him praising Marc and his eyes go all wide and glossed over. I'm thinking about Marc being a little shit, maybe because he doesn't love certain elements of the bike in testing. Santi ordered him to shut up and get on with it, or tellS him to sit quietly and Marc's jaw goes slightly slack and his just obeys??? Subspace, hello, nice to meet you (I love putting marc there, can you tell? It's not my fault when he looks like THAT)

Santi is having a breakdown over it because, ugh, yes, Marc is clearly attractive, but wdym he obeys perfectly and looks like that when he's doing it and suddenly Santi realises that he has rather a lot of complicated feelings towards Marc and the tip one is insane sexual attraction.

(Cue breakdown because marc is much younger and his rider, etc etc, etc, and santi is like FUCk)

(No wives or gf in this universe - I dont do cheating fics, can't even read them - bad experience, lol)

Anywaysss marc knows he's been attracted to santi for years - did someone say older and attractive man???? At first, he doesn't think much of his need to obey. Maybe he just thinks it's respect. ExcePt, then he gets turned on ? Or his brain slips to it whilst he's getting off, and he's like SHIT. This is the first time he's felt like this? Like he just wants to do whatever santi says!!!! But he's marc, he just takes it in his stride. Meanwhile, poor santi has been going through it for weeks, and marc hasn't even realised it. He absentmindedly says he likes being bossed around a bit - santi has an aneurysm

Feel like there's a real possibility for marc to make santi jealous (accidentally) because santi doesn't act on his feelings because, duh? I need a plot. So Marc is like well this dynamic is new so I'm going to go find someone who will boss me around and fuck me hard and fast and dominating. (And think about santi the whole time shush)

Santi LOSES IT when he finds out - that is the tipping point of their relationship - also when they start fucking because Santi becomes really possessive (night out? Maybe? Marc trying to find someone to fuck him, chatting up a guy before santi comes and grabs his hips. Marc complaining that he scared the guy off when he wanted to get fucked. Santi tells him to shut up and be good, and marc FINALLY realises, takes in Santi's expression, his heated gaze, and Oh. It's not not doing things for marc - so he turns on the charm, gets santi to take him to his hotel

It's only fair since you scared off my guy")

Mind-blowing sex occurs. I'm not sure if they'd take ages to sort out feelings or if it would be easy. Hmmm. Maybe some more thoughts are needed for this. But I do love the idea.

2. More about the original idea

So it's set in across the seasons.

Back in, say, 2013-14 santi adores marc, but it's only a little crush, and he would NEVER. EXCEPT as marc gets older (and more attractive) and more famous, santi feels like his chances keep falling. So he compartmentalises. They are just friends, they will stay jusy friends. He will be happy to watch marc rise to the top.

It nearly breaks him when marc breaks his arm, he pleads with marc not to be stupid, not to ride through the pain. They fall out over it. Marc eventually apologises but it's tense.

This whole time, marc thinks nothing will ever happen (maybe even thinks Santi's straight or just has not romantic feelings for marc). Meanwhime santi is trying desperately to hide his attraction. Does think marc would ever like him back. Because why would marc want his older race engineer.

It hurts when marc leaves. But santi is so amazed by marc, just loves to swe him glow again in 2024. It aches that they aren't as close. That he doesn't get marc near.

Jump to 2025. After the thai gp. They find each other. Hug scene from irl. All is good santi has made peace with never having marc but watching him glow from afar.

But then Marc kisses him- chaos ensues

Misunderstandings because santi is like

"I can't" (it'll hurt too much to only have you tonight"

And marc interprets it as "i don't love you like that"

You know the usual?

So yes, and na eventually happy ending !!!!

What do we think???