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Marc would say "Hallo I bims eins Moped Fahrer" and when Vale hears Cele say "I bims eins-" he wants to jump off a cliff cause he realized how young his boy toy is

Bez definitely would have a Vong Bible

Pls the academy boys speak in Vines and Vale would get an anurysm when Marc understands EVERY REFERENCE

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Oh dear

I think Vale would 100% use the term "rein lunzen" when saying he had sex with Marc if he'd speak German.

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Ray...that is not an image i need in my head...

I think Vale would 100% use the term "rein lunzen" when saying he had sex with Marc if he'd speak German.

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I doubt Dani would understand a single WORD out of Günther's mouth

Mav should fock smash his door

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This was a crossover i did not expect...

Mav should fock smash his door

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Incoherent words and noises bc cuteness

Once upon a time... The little samurai

Pedrenzo

Jorge felt Dani stirr against him. He felt his movements, his arms that was draped over his chest, his legs that were intervened with his own. He was clearly trying to move. To get up.

And the reason was very clear.

There was a voice. No. Not a voice. A cry. The cry of a baby. Their baby.

He quickly pulled Dani close to him, hugging him, wrapping his arms around him. "Go back to sleep" he muttered. "You need to sleep"

He knew how exhausted Dani had been. It had only been a week since he'd been cut open and got a child taken out. He needed the rest, even if the older didn't want to admit it. Especially then. "You sure....?" Dani mumbled while Jorge untangle himself from his beloved.

Carefully he let him down, let him nuzzle into the cushion while he sat up. He could only smile about him. Dani was laying with his head in his cushion. His eyes already closed. He was on the verge of falling asleep again.

"Yes." Jorge reassured him and pressed a kiss to his head while carefully caressing his hair in a quick motion. "Sleep."

He headed to the small crib. Even with the noises, he couldn't be happier when he saw the little girl who was vividly moving under blanket, her big brown eyes staring up at Jorge from the darkness. Clearly she wasn't tired and she definitely wasn't bothered that it was barely 3 am.

"Hey there, my little princess" he whispered and picked her up. By now he was a lot less afraid to pick her up and handle her than the first day. He had been so scared to hurt her in any way.

"Come here, you have to let your papa sleep, yeah?" he asked silently. He quickly made sure everything was okay, gave her something to drink. When he was ready, he was sure that his crying was solely because of her need for comfort. Not because she was uncomfortable.

He smiled and pulled her close to his chest. "It's okay, im here" he promised her, cradling her closer. He would never leave her alone. He would never let her cry until she'd fall back asleep. Especially not when all she wanted was one of her parents.

He hummed her a lullaby, rocking her softly around. The little girl giggled. She reached for him, her little mouth making little noises he couldn't identify. It sounded like she was testing what her voice could do.

"You're pretty awake" he stated. He thought about taking her on a walk. He had read that that could calm children and make them fall asleep easily. Bit he decided against it. He didn't want to leave Dani alone, even if he was sleeping and even if he insisted he was okay, he needed to be close to him. Just incase. And he wasn't ready yet to put their little angel out of her bubble that was their home.

So instead he decided to just take a walk inside the house. He still rocked her in her arms, softly moving her up down, occasionally giving her a kiss to the head.

He was rewarded with something resembling a smile and a small hand grabbing his face. He felt her fingers touching his beard, his lips and his nose. He chuckled about her. Just as curious as her papa.

"Here's the deal, I'll tell you a story and you go back to sleep. Deal?" he asked and when he didn't get a coherent answer he just decided it was agreement. "Okay, deal... So..."

He wandered down the hall, trying to find a story to tell, something to entertain her with, even if he wasn't fully sure she'd know what he was talking about.

Then his eyes fell on a picture. He couldn't quite make it out, but he knew it was an old one, one of Dani and Eric. The two brothers were barely school age, both grinning at the camera. Dani's fat baby cheeks and wide smile was Jorge's favorite thing about the picture.

Jorge grinned at the thought and suddenly he had an idea.

"Once upon a time, there lived a brave boy..." he started, because every fairytail started with that. "He was born a country far, far away from here, called the country of Sabadell. He was the son of two wonderful parents, who loved him dearly..."

His eyes wandered to another picture. It was one of Jorge himself, standing with an awkward smile in a blue hand made sweater next to Dani's mom. She had made the sweater for him. He was sure the sweater was still laying around somewhere. Dani sat on the table in the background, visible laughing about his boyfriend.

"Because you're family now" Basilia had said. It was the first Christmas he had send at the Pedrosa's family place. It was the first time that he realized what a real family was supposed to look like.

He had seen Dani's father pull his son in for a hug, making jokes about him that were never ill intended. He had watches Dani's mother complain about him - and Jorge - being too skinny.

He heard listened to childhood stories about Dani that made the older one hide his face in his hands while Jorge was laughing. The photo albums had definitely been a highlight.

It was weird to see Dani, barely 5 years old, sitting on a dusty street, his face covered with ice cream - that according to Antonio they still didn't know where he got it from. But he loved it. It was one of the first times, Jorge actually wondered what it'd be like to have a child with the other man.

A child that was now laying in his arms.

"Back then, no one could have known what a future legend was roaming these small streets... Everywhere he went, he turned heads. Not because of his looks. Or his strength. But because of his heights." he continued.

He had seen it first hand. "The tiny kid that won everything" they had said about Dani. He had thought he was just very young. He had expected someone even younger than himself. Not someone older.

"He was tiny. A lot smaller than the kids around him. And they all said tbe same thing... 'You can't do that. You're too small. You're too small'. But the little boy didn't listen to them. He didn't care what they said about him."

He remembered seeing Dani, back than 13 years old, being called names by some other kids. Jorge had watched it. He wanted to say something. He felt the words on his tongue. But he had only been 11 years old. He was scared they'd beat him like his father had beaten him just the day before.

His grip around his daughter tighter at the memory. He knew he wasn't his father. He would rather die than lay a hand on her or hurt her in anyway. He knew he would never do that. But the more he looked at her, the more he couldn't understand what his father had done to him.

Quickly, he shook his head. That was all in the past. It didn't matter anymore.

He wanted to remember Dani. The one who had looked at tbe older boys, probably 15 years old and told them he was as grown as their childish insults. Clearly he didn't gave a fuck about their words.

"He had a dream. He wanted to become king, respected, loved and feared. So instead of backing down and listening to them, he decided to prove them wrong." Jorge said.

"He was so much smaller and his height was a disadvantage so he struggled a lot more. But he never backed down. Instead he proved them all wrong.... And how he proved them wrong..."

His mind lingered over the past. He recalled their days of racing. He remembered seeing Dani on the podium. It had felt like he belonged there. Like he was born to stand on that top step, the Spanish flag behind him. His head thrown back, his hands behind his back, the sun shining just for him.

Tahst how Jorge remembered him. He had looked up to him - literally and his only thought was that this is how things were supposed to be.

"He went on to win many, many battles. He was a glorious fighter, one everyone could be happy to have fighting for them."

By now he had crossed the floor and the kitchen, he was lingering at Dani's office door. He looked at the few throphies at display. Most were from 125cc and 250cc, the ones that had made him a champion.

"He became the honor of knighthood 3 times and earned the respect and love he got." he concluded and turned around again. He headed for the living room, where he knew where the most pictures.

"He met many people, some friends, some enemies." his voice was soft. "He met this annoying kid, 1½ years younger than him. Let's call him demon."

He smiled, overjoyed that he was allowed to say he was part of Dani's history.

"He was rude, a little shit-" he whispered, kissing his daughter's head, who was now already a lot calmly. Jorge liked to think that she was hanging on every word. Like she actually understood what he was talking about.

"-but our hero later realized that he just needed a friend... So they decided to conquer the world together while they fought against the evil forces."

He shifted her a little bit around in his arms as he looked at the pictures. The was one of Valentino, grinning back at him with a smirk that was a little too self assured. Jorge wanted to roll his eyes, but Dani and the Italian were friends so now they had become friends as well. Somehow.

"There was yellow doctor. He was... A lot to deal with. He was a former king, one who had reigned for many years. He was equally loved and hated." his eyes wandered.

There was a single picture that Dani had hung up without a word. One of Dani and Nicky.

"Until a new king was crowned called Kentucky Kid. He was a gentle king... Truly beloved... Then there was the fisherman, an almost shy guy, who definitely hated the fuss around being the new king... And then there was demon as a king."

His first championship. Motogp. 2010.

He and Dani had... They hadn't really been friends yet. They were still enemies. But they hated each other a lot less.

Jorge had been drunk because - of course he had been drunk - he didn't need a reason. He was motogp champion. And he knew he should be happy. After all, he had archived what he had always dreamed of. He had proven himself.

But he wasn't happy. He was sad. He was worried. He was angry.

Because Dani wasn't there. Because he was getting drunk, alone with some people he didn't care about on the end of season party while Dani was doing who knows what with who. The thought broke his heart and made him angry. He didn't want anyone else touching Dani. He didn't want to touch anyone else other than Dani.

But he was scared if Dani would even want to see him. He wasn't sure if the other would curse him, pish him against a wall, hit him out of frustration. He had heard it - Nicky had told him - that Dani was beating himself up over losing the championship, for letting Jorge take a motogp title before him.

"I mean... To be honest, even I had thought he'd be championship before you" the American said when Jorge caught him, holding his wrist asking where Dani was. There was a strange sense of satisfaction, knowing he wasn't the one who might be kissing Dani right now. "Everyone thought that" Jorge had muttered.

"Demon was scared his friend - our hero - would despise him for being crowned before him. If felt wrong to demon because he knew the other deserved it more." Jorge explained to his daughter as he remembered how things had happened.

He had gotten up and looked for the older. Dani had once told him he had looked like a drunk, lost puppy when Jorge had finally found him.

But Dani hadn't want company. Especially not his. He had clutched to his drink, trying to figure out why he wasn't as angry as he thought he'd be. He was disappointed. Yes. But he wasn't angry. He wasn't angry at Jorge for winning before him. He was even... Proud.

He was proud and happy that the kid from Mallorca had archived his - their - dream.

And then Jorge had suddenly stood right there. At first Dani pushed at him, the alcohol making his tongue lose. He started saying all the things he should have kept for himself.

But Jorge didn't even react. He had just looked at the Sabadell native, putting his hand around his cheek. He begged him not to leave him again to stay with him. He had asked if he was finally good enough, confessed he wanted the championship because maybe then, Dani would think he'd be worthy.

Dani had chuckled while taking his hand. He had agreed to stay with him. The sudden confession making him realize why he hadn't been angry.

Jorge had kissed him right there, even if he was barely able to meet his lips because he was too drunk.

He had woken up in Dani's room, cared for, wrapped in a blanket, with water and some pain killers right next to him. Dani had slept on the couch, despite Jorge begging him to fuck him. He had refused. Instead he had kissed him good night and promised they fuck once Jorge was sober again - because otherwise the drunk champion wouldn't have let him go.

And they had fucked once Jorge was sober again. They had kissed, mouth hungrily, smashing against each other, hands exploring skin, demanding everything of the other greedingly while willingly giving their all.

Dani had laughed. He had smiled in happiness.

"But our brave boy was no bitter man... He was happy for demon and so the two of them fell in love..."

That had been the start to their story.

"They still fought side by side.. For years they fought monsters, like the red ant or that one knight with his stupid fuckass hats but we don't talk a bout him...." he paused, looking down at his daughter.

She had the same as eyes Dani.

"Don't tell your papa I said stupid fuckass near you, yeah?" she asked. He knew Dani didn't like hearing insults or swear words around his baby and Jorge respected that.

The baby blinked at him. "Yeah? Are we partners in crime?" She made one of her little baby noises, that made Jorge sure he was willing to die protecting her. "Good..." he smiled, taking it as agreement.

"Where was I? Ah. Yeah... - So... They fought the evil monsters for years and years. They still won battles and the respect they got, never wavered." He knew he could wrap this up. Her eyes were almost closed. She was as good as asleep.

"The little boy grew to be one of the most respected and loved knights to ever live. But he never got annouced king... He never got that title..." he admitted. He would have loved to tell her about the time her papa finally carved his name in tbe trophy.

But he didn't. He never did. Where Jorge put his names 3 times, Dani never did.

The thought still made Jorge sad. No one had deserved a title more than him, yet the universe had decided to be unfair to the most purest souls Jorge knew.

"The one he had been haunting for so long..." he said, shaking his head. He had been there. He had seen every race. Very season. He knew why Dani never won.

Yet he couldn't fully understand.

"But he was treated like one." he said, remembering all the love his favorite rider got from fans and other riders. "He was treated like a king, loved and respected, feared and supported..."

He could only smile about Dani's disbelief when he told him that Marc and Alex Marquez had both told him how much they had idolized him when they were young. Two kids that now felt like family.

Dani had never fully grasped that his riding could influence younger riders, even made them want to ride themself. Not when Valentino Rossi, Casey Stoner, Nicky Hayden and - yes - Jorge Lorenzo, where right there. Dani had never thought anyone would care about him.

Those Marquez brothers had proved him wrong.

"He got more treated like a king than some actual kings ever were. And maybe that's worth even more..." he concluded.

"The brave little boy, became the king of hearts... They called him the little samurai and he wore this title with pride because it showed that he had used his biggest weakness to his advantage."

He looked at the small samurai statue, the one right next to a two faced figure, one demon, one angel and smiled.

His eyes wandered. He looked at one picture he had taken while lingering in Dani's motorhome, when he definitely wasn't supposed to be.

Dani was getting ready for his last ever race. He stood in tbe middle of his motorhome, the leathers hanging half down his body. He looked straight ahead, not realizing, Jorge had captured that moment.

The last time he'd put on his leathers. The last time he'd be a full time Honda rider.

A part of Jorge still wanted to cry at the memory.

To think that a paddock without Dani Pedrosa could exist - he didn't want to believe it. He had never been in a paddock without Dani. At least none where Dani wouldn't return to. Ever since childhood, he knew Dani would be there. And then...

Then he was gone.

Sure, Jorge only had to go home and he'd have Dani laying in bed, on the couch, doing some work or anything, but it wasn't the same.

The paddock didn't felt like home anymore, because his home wasn't traveling with them anymore.

"And when he finally put his blade down... When he decided that he had made his peace with himself, his enemies, his rivals, his friends... The whole world cried for they would miss their true king...."

He knew it was the right decision. Dani had become tired. And he wasn't willing to risk his own body anymore.

He had made his peace with it, even when Jorge still dreamed of freezing time.

But now, both of them retired, both happy, both calmer, with a newborn baby in his arm, he couldn't imagine ever returning to their old life.

He would trade their cozy home in the middle of Switzerland, surrounded by nature, with a dog, a daughter - who by now had fallen asleep in his arms - and Dani inside for nothing in the whole world.

"You might wonder what the little samurai is doing now? Well, let me tell you... He is at home with the demon who promised to never leave his side. They are sooo much in love, so much that they were gifted a little girl to love as well. And they lived happily ever after..."

He entered the nursery again, putting the baby back into her crib.

He looked at her again, remembering where they had come from and where they were now.

They used to be idiotic children who spend hours, days, years even, insulting and hating each other, only for them to love so deeply. And now they were raising a daughter.

And now Jorge realized he had been wrong. Not the championship, not the titles had been his dream. This was.

Kissing his daughter good night before heading back to Dani, that was his dream. That was what he really wanted.

He quickly slip under the covers, pulling Dani closer. He intervened their legs, put an protective arm over his sleeping husband and caressed his cheek lovingly.

"Please tell me she's asleep" Dani whispered, most words almost drowned by sleep.

"Of course she is. I told her her favorite fairy tail" Jorge reassured him. "Yeah? Which one is that?"

"The story of the brave, little samurai"

Dani chuckled. "Dork... I love you" "Iove you too" he mumbled, kissing him, before falling asleep with Dani in his arms.

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Once upon a time... The little samurai

Pedrenzo

Jorge felt Dani stirr against him. He felt his movements, his arms that was draped over his chest, his legs that were intervened with his own. He was clearly trying to move. To get up.

And the reason was very clear.

There was a voice. No. Not a voice. A cry. The cry of a baby. Their baby.

He quickly pulled Dani close to him, hugging him, wrapping his arms around him. "Go back to sleep" he muttered. "You need to sleep"

He knew how exhausted Dani had been. It had only been a week since he'd been cut open and got a child taken out. He needed the rest, even if the older didn't want to admit it. Especially then. "You sure....?" Dani mumbled while Jorge untangle himself from his beloved.

Carefully he let him down, let him nuzzle into the cushion while he sat up. He could only smile about him. Dani was laying with his head in his cushion. His eyes already closed. He was on the verge of falling asleep again.

"Yes." Jorge reassured him and pressed a kiss to his head while carefully caressing his hair in a quick motion. "Sleep."

He headed to the small crib. Even with the noises, he couldn't be happier when he saw the little girl who was vividly moving under blanket, her big brown eyes staring up at Jorge from the darkness. Clearly she wasn't tired and she definitely wasn't bothered that it was barely 3 am.

"Hey there, my little princess" he whispered and picked her up. By now he was a lot less afraid to pick her up and handle her than the first day. He had been so scared to hurt her in any way.

"Come here, you have to let your papa sleep, yeah?" he asked silently. He quickly made sure everything was okay, gave her something to drink. When he was ready, he was sure that his crying was solely because of her need for comfort. Not because she was uncomfortable.

He smiled and pulled her close to his chest. "It's okay, im here" he promised her, cradling her closer. He would never leave her alone. He would never let her cry until she'd fall back asleep. Especially not when all she wanted was one of her parents.

He hummed her a lullaby, rocking her softly around. The little girl giggled. She reached for him, her little mouth making little noises he couldn't identify. It sounded like she was testing what her voice could do.

"You're pretty awake" he stated. He thought about taking her on a walk. He had read that that could calm children and make them fall asleep easily. Bit he decided against it. He didn't want to leave Dani alone, even if he was sleeping and even if he insisted he was okay, he needed to be close to him. Just incase. And he wasn't ready yet to put their little angel out of her bubble that was their home.

So instead he decided to just take a walk inside the house. He still rocked her in her arms, softly moving her up down, occasionally giving her a kiss to the head.

He was rewarded with something resembling a smile and a small hand grabbing his face. He felt her fingers touching his beard, his lips and his nose. He chuckled about her. Just as curious as her papa.

"Here's the deal, I'll tell you a story and you go back to sleep. Deal?" he asked and when he didn't get a coherent answer he just decided it was agreement. "Okay, deal... So..."

He wandered down the hall, trying to find a story to tell, something to entertain her with, even if he wasn't fully sure she'd know what he was talking about.

Then his eyes fell on a picture. He couldn't quite make it out, but he knew it was an old one, one of Dani and Eric. The two brothers were barely school age, both grinning at the camera. Dani's fat baby cheeks and wide smile was Jorge's favorite thing about the picture.

Jorge grinned at the thought and suddenly he had an idea.

"Once upon a time, there lived a brave boy..." he started, because every fairytail started with that. "He was born a country far, far away from here, called the country of Sabadell. He was the son of two wonderful parents, who loved him dearly..."

His eyes wandered to another picture. It was one of Jorge himself, standing with an awkward smile in a blue hand made sweater next to Dani's mom. She had made the sweater for him. He was sure the sweater was still laying around somewhere. Dani sat on the table in the background, visible laughing about his boyfriend.

"Because you're family now" Basilia had said. It was the first Christmas he had send at the Pedrosa's family place. It was the first time that he realized what a real family was supposed to look like.

He had seen Dani's father pull his son in for a hug, making jokes about him that were never ill intended. He had watches Dani's mother complain about him - and Jorge - being too skinny.

He heard listened to childhood stories about Dani that made the older one hide his face in his hands while Jorge was laughing. The photo albums had definitely been a highlight.

It was weird to see Dani, barely 5 years old, sitting on a dusty street, his face covered with ice cream - that according to Antonio they still didn't know where he got it from. But he loved it. It was one of the first times, Jorge actually wondered what it'd be like to have a child with the other man.

A child that was now laying in his arms.

"Back then, no one could have known what a future legend was roaming these small streets... Everywhere he went, he turned heads. Not because of his looks. Or his strength. But because of his heights." he continued.

He had seen it first hand. "The tiny kid that won everything" they had said about Dani. He had thought he was just very young. He had expected someone even younger than himself. Not someone older.

"He was tiny. A lot smaller than the kids around him. And they all said tbe same thing... 'You can't do that. You're too small. You're too small'. But the little boy didn't listen to them. He didn't care what they said about him."

He remembered seeing Dani, back than 13 years old, being called names by some other kids. Jorge had watched it. He wanted to say something. He felt the words on his tongue. But he had only been 11 years old. He was scared they'd beat him like his father had beaten him just the day before.

His grip around his daughter tighter at the memory. He knew he wasn't his father. He would rather die than lay a hand on her or hurt her in anyway. He knew he would never do that. But the more he looked at her, the more he couldn't understand what his father had done to him.

Quickly, he shook his head. That was all in the past. It didn't matter anymore.

He wanted to remember Dani. The one who had looked at tbe older boys, probably 15 years old and told them he was as grown as their childish insults. Clearly he didn't gave a fuck about their words.

"He had a dream. He wanted to become king, respected, loved and feared. So instead of backing down and listening to them, he decided to prove them wrong." Jorge said.

"He was so much smaller and his height was a disadvantage so he struggled a lot more. But he never backed down. Instead he proved them all wrong.... And how he proved them wrong..."

His mind lingered over the past. He recalled their days of racing. He remembered seeing Dani on the podium. It had felt like he belonged there. Like he was born to stand on that top step, the Spanish flag behind him. His head thrown back, his hands behind his back, the sun shining just for him.

Tahst how Jorge remembered him. He had looked up to him - literally and his only thought was that this is how things were supposed to be.

"He went on to win many, many battles. He was a glorious fighter, one everyone could be happy to have fighting for them."

By now he had crossed the floor and the kitchen, he was lingering at Dani's office door. He looked at the few throphies at display. Most were from 125cc and 250cc, the ones that had made him a champion.

"He became the honor of knighthood 3 times and earned the respect and love he got." he concluded and turned around again. He headed for the living room, where he knew where the most pictures.

"He met many people, some friends, some enemies." his voice was soft. "He met this annoying kid, 1½ years younger than him. Let's call him demon."

He smiled, overjoyed that he was allowed to say he was part of Dani's history.

"He was rude, a little shit-" he whispered, kissing his daughter's head, who was now already a lot calmly. Jorge liked to think that she was hanging on every word. Like she actually understood what he was talking about.

"-but our hero later realized that he just needed a friend... So they decided to conquer the world together while they fought against the evil forces."

He shifted her a little bit around in his arms as he looked at the pictures. The was one of Valentino, grinning back at him with a smirk that was a little too self assured. Jorge wanted to roll his eyes, but Dani and the Italian were friends so now they had become friends as well. Somehow.

"There was yellow doctor. He was... A lot to deal with. He was a former king, one who had reigned for many years. He was equally loved and hated." his eyes wandered.

There was a single picture that Dani had hung up without a word. One of Dani and Nicky.

"Until a new king was crowned called Kentucky Kid. He was a gentle king... Truly beloved... Then there was the fisherman, an almost shy guy, who definitely hated the fuss around being the new king... And then there was demon as a king."

His first championship. Motogp. 2010.

He and Dani had... They hadn't really been friends yet. They were still enemies. But they hated each other a lot less.

Jorge had been drunk because - of course he had been drunk - he didn't need a reason. He was motogp champion. And he knew he should be happy. After all, he had archived what he had always dreamed of. He had proven himself.

But he wasn't happy. He was sad. He was worried. He was angry.

Because Dani wasn't there. Because he was getting drunk, alone with some people he didn't care about on the end of season party while Dani was doing who knows what with who. The thought broke his heart and made him angry. He didn't want anyone else touching Dani. He didn't want to touch anyone else other than Dani.

But he was scared if Dani would even want to see him. He wasn't sure if the other would curse him, pish him against a wall, hit him out of frustration. He had heard it - Nicky had told him - that Dani was beating himself up over losing the championship, for letting Jorge take a motogp title before him.

"I mean... To be honest, even I had thought he'd be championship before you" the American said when Jorge caught him, holding his wrist asking where Dani was. There was a strange sense of satisfaction, knowing he wasn't the one who might be kissing Dani right now. "Everyone thought that" Jorge had muttered.

"Demon was scared his friend - our hero - would despise him for being crowned before him. If felt wrong to demon because he knew the other deserved it more." Jorge explained to his daughter as he remembered how things had happened.

He had gotten up and looked for the older. Dani had once told him he had looked like a drunk, lost puppy when Jorge had finally found him.

But Dani hadn't want company. Especially not his. He had clutched to his drink, trying to figure out why he wasn't as angry as he thought he'd be. He was disappointed. Yes. But he wasn't angry. He wasn't angry at Jorge for winning before him. He was even... Proud.

He was proud and happy that the kid from Mallorca had archived his - their - dream.

And then Jorge had suddenly stood right there. At first Dani pushed at him, the alcohol making his tongue lose. He started saying all the things he should have kept for himself.

But Jorge didn't even react. He had just looked at the Sabadell native, putting his hand around his cheek. He begged him not to leave him again to stay with him. He had asked if he was finally good enough, confessed he wanted the championship because maybe then, Dani would think he'd be worthy.

Dani had chuckled while taking his hand. He had agreed to stay with him. The sudden confession making him realize why he hadn't been angry.

Jorge had kissed him right there, even if he was barely able to meet his lips because he was too drunk.

He had woken up in Dani's room, cared for, wrapped in a blanket, with water and some pain killers right next to him. Dani had slept on the couch, despite Jorge begging him to fuck him. He had refused. Instead he had kissed him good night and promised they fuck once Jorge was sober again - because otherwise the drunk champion wouldn't have let him go.

And they had fucked once Jorge was sober again. They had kissed, mouth hungrily, smashing against each other, hands exploring skin, demanding everything of the other greedingly while willingly giving their all.

Dani had laughed. He had smiled in happiness.

"But our brave boy was no bitter man... He was happy for demon and so the two of them fell in love..."

That had been the start to their story.

"They still fought side by side.. For years they fought monsters, like the red ant or that one knight with his stupid fuckass hats but we don't talk a bout him...." he paused, looking down at his daughter.

She had the same as eyes Dani.

"Don't tell your papa I said stupid fuckass near you, yeah?" she asked. He knew Dani didn't like hearing insults or swear words around his baby and Jorge respected that.

The baby blinked at him. "Yeah? Are we partners in crime?" She made one of her little baby noises, that made Jorge sure he was willing to die protecting her. "Good..." he smiled, taking it as agreement.

"Where was I? Ah. Yeah... - So... They fought the evil monsters for years and years. They still won battles and the respect they got, never wavered." He knew he could wrap this up. Her eyes were almost closed. She was as good as asleep.

"The little boy grew to be one of the most respected and loved knights to ever live. But he never got annouced king... He never got that title..." he admitted. He would have loved to tell her about the time her papa finally carved his name in tbe trophy.

But he didn't. He never did. Where Jorge put his names 3 times, Dani never did.

The thought still made Jorge sad. No one had deserved a title more than him, yet the universe had decided to be unfair to the most purest souls Jorge knew.

"The one he had been haunting for so long..." he said, shaking his head. He had been there. He had seen every race. Very season. He knew why Dani never won.

Yet he couldn't fully understand.

"But he was treated like one." he said, remembering all the love his favorite rider got from fans and other riders. "He was treated like a king, loved and respected, feared and supported..."

He could only smile about Dani's disbelief when he told him that Marc and Alex Marquez had both told him how much they had idolized him when they were young. Two kids that now felt like family.

Dani had never fully grasped that his riding could influence younger riders, even made them want to ride themself. Not when Valentino Rossi, Casey Stoner, Nicky Hayden and - yes - Jorge Lorenzo, where right there. Dani had never thought anyone would care about him.

Those Marquez brothers had proved him wrong.

"He got more treated like a king than some actual kings ever were. And maybe that's worth even more..." he concluded.

"The brave little boy, became the king of hearts... They called him the little samurai and he wore this title with pride because it showed that he had used his biggest weakness to his advantage."

He looked at the small samurai statue, the one right next to a two faced figure, one demon, one angel and smiled.

His eyes wandered. He looked at one picture he had taken while lingering in Dani's motorhome, when he definitely wasn't supposed to be.

Dani was getting ready for his last ever race. He stood in tbe middle of his motorhome, the leathers hanging half down his body. He looked straight ahead, not realizing, Jorge had captured that moment.

The last time he'd put on his leathers. The last time he'd be a full time Honda rider.

A part of Jorge still wanted to cry at the memory.

To think that a paddock without Dani Pedrosa could exist - he didn't want to believe it. He had never been in a paddock without Dani. At least none where Dani wouldn't return to. Ever since childhood, he knew Dani would be there. And then...

Then he was gone.

Sure, Jorge only had to go home and he'd have Dani laying in bed, on the couch, doing some work or anything, but it wasn't the same.

The paddock didn't felt like home anymore, because his home wasn't traveling with them anymore.

"And when he finally put his blade down... When he decided that he had made his peace with himself, his enemies, his rivals, his friends... The whole world cried for they would miss their true king...."

He knew it was the right decision. Dani had become tired. And he wasn't willing to risk his own body anymore.

He had made his peace with it, even when Jorge still dreamed of freezing time.

But now, both of them retired, both happy, both calmer, with a newborn baby in his arm, he couldn't imagine ever returning to their old life.

He would trade their cozy home in the middle of Switzerland, surrounded by nature, with a dog, a daughter - who by now had fallen asleep in his arms - and Dani inside for nothing in the whole world.

"You might wonder what the little samurai is doing now? Well, let me tell you... He is at home with the demon who promised to never leave his side. They are sooo much in love, so much that they were gifted a little girl to love as well. And they lived happily ever after..."

He entered the nursery again, putting the baby back into her crib.

He looked at her again, remembering where they had come from and where they were now.

They used to be idiotic children who spend hours, days, years even, insulting and hating each other, only for them to love so deeply. And now they were raising a daughter.

And now Jorge realized he had been wrong. Not the championship, not the titles had been his dream. This was.

Kissing his daughter good night before heading back to Dani, that was his dream. That was what he really wanted.

He quickly slip under the covers, pulling Dani closer. He intervened their legs, put an protective arm over his sleeping husband and caressed his cheek lovingly.

"Please tell me she's asleep" Dani whispered, most words almost drowned by sleep.

"Of course she is. I told her her favorite fairy tail" Jorge reassured him. "Yeah? Which one is that?"

"The story of the brave, little samurai"

Dani chuckled. "Dork... I love you" "Iove you too" he mumbled, kissing him, before falling asleep with Dani in his arms.

For my lovely @ellearts 💗💗💗

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We are not having mashed potatoes. Unlike my mama promised. I am. Beyond. Devestated.

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i hate beau antis it’s always for the most obnoxious reasons oooooohhhh he called maverick oldddd (wait until you hear about the jen-tom age gap, jon being jen’s age btw, and how pennymav would have been entirely predatory pre-‘86 and the industry reason is because only actors are allowed to look their age. double btw, an unintentional perfect mirror to tgm’s young and impressionable target audience - someone should write a fic about that oh wait )

oooohhhhh he told him to get lost after his wingman died (after MULTIPLE near-accidents that had unresolved grief as a root cause not to mention definitive proof the pilots weren’t being trained with their strengths in mind, name one other person who experienced success before deployment. flashing neon sign, “propaganda thrives off narcissism and handwaving ooh don’t think about this part too much bc it all falls apart, we need stupid, desperate people for this to spread” )

ooohhh he was soo mean to him (tried to hold him fucking accountable which no one else seems to do - not that he’s able to anyway bc free cop-outs galore, always a great sign )

collect “never learned that protagonist ≠ good and antagonist ≠ bad” or questioned why tgm’s writing and framing seems to overrely on this kind of logic and go

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Oh yeah Alex is the sass king of that family and David def got it from him

Yesssss uccio getting what he deserves lets fucking goooo

My baby, my baby (Child of divorce AU)

Chapter 16: Keeping a promise

David was buzzing with excitement, Vale could see that as soon as he entered the kitchen. He saw it in the way the boy was sitting. He was being jittery, never sitting still, always moving around.

Bez who was sitting next to him, was laughing about it. He laughed how David bite his lips, inhaling his cereal, to be allowed to go on track sooner.

“Relax” Marco said, nudging the side of his younger friend. They seemed to know each other better than David knew Pecco, Migno and Cele. He knew that they had met David a few times before when they were in Spain.

Back than he had cursed them, but didn’t say anything. Just went a little harder on them in training.

But the way David and Bez interacted was a little more than just having a few times over the years. It was not as familiar as Franky and Luca, but more friendly.

“You need to wait for us and if you choak on a cornflake you’re just gonna have to wait even longer.” The curly haired Italian said. “But I wanna ride!” “I know. But you’re not allowed yeeeeeeet” he laughed, earning a pouty look from David and soft punch against his shoulder.

Vale smiled softly about the interaction. “Someone’s excited” he commented, feeling their eyes turn on him.

He watched David freeze for a moment as if he wasn’t fully sure whether or not he was actually allowed to respond or if he was actually the one being talked to. He still hadn’t gotten fully used to the situation that he actually was civil with him.

Vale respected that. He wasn't trying to force anything. He didn't need to, of course. After all, there wasn't his son, he told himself.

He just wanted to make sure that the kid who was currently living with him - to who he had no other responsibilities other than the legal ones - was OK.

At least said what he told himself.

But over the past days, he couldn't help but realise the change that had happened in his heart.

It was it was difficult to watch the everyday life of a child and not get found of it. Especially if it was David.

David seemed to have the same charisma that everybody had always said Vale had. The one that had made him the icon he was. The ability to get peoples attention. To make them look at him.

But David’s was softer.

Vale had always thought about himself as the one drawing people in by being loud and wild and chaotic. A controversy. Someone to turn head with his looks, his celebration or his words.

But David wasn't like this. David wasn't a controversy.

Maybe his existence was a controversy. Or maybe Vale had made a controversy out of his existence. But he himself wasn’t one.

He was kind and sweet. He used his big brown eyes to stare at people and making them feel seen.

And they even worked on Valentino Rossi.

He had to admit that. Even if he refused to do so.

“Yes!” David replied. A smile lingering around his lips. “Tio gave me his old bike, so now I can, ride with you. Right? Right, I’m allowed?”

He was buzzing with excitement, shifting in his seat without breaking eye contact. Vale felt a twist in his stomach. The thought of David riding along side his boys was… Difficult.

He had imagined it years ago, back when David was just born. He remembered holding toddler David on his lap while the boys were training.

He remembered nuzzling against him, whispering promises that once he was old enough – 9 or 10 years old – he would ride with them. Find out what flying felt like. And now… Now that day had come.

Today was ranch Saturday. The first mechanics had already arrived and were currently checking over the bikes. Franky and Bez were already there, gossiping, talking to David and Vale.

Their faces had lit up when David had run to them, hugging them, already telling them that he was allowed to ride with them before they even gone through the door.

It was exactly what Vale had imagined in 2014 when thinking about what his life would look like in 10 years. Even if it felt fake. Even if he had to ignore how fake it all felt.

“Of course, you’re allowed” Vale said calmly. He wasn’t too worried about David. He knew that the kid was no rookie. He knew that he had experience on bikes.

After all, David was the Spanish national champion in his category. He had won the championship just a few weeks ago, shortly before Moto GP had gone overseas and before everything in his life had made a 180 turn.

David smiled again. He grinned widely at the reassurance. Vale decided to leave, to get the day started, check everything once again.

Partly cause he had to. Partly cause he didn’t want to know where this domestic moment – his boys laughing with David before heading to racing - that he had always thought would be his every day life, would lead his thoughts. So he had to distract himself. Quickly.

He checked everything over. Three times. Talked to people. Most of the academy were already there at that point. They were currently changing into their gear so he wanted to get ready as well.

He saw one of the mechanics check over a noticeable smaller dirt bike.

He looked at the little bike. The blue paint already scrubbed off at some places. Stickers, he had placed there himself, slowly fading from colour.

He knew the bike. Very well, actually. He knew every technical detail actually.

He had bought it, after all, around 20 years ago.

It had been the best one on the market back then and he had made sure to get the best one with all mechanical upgrades his Yamaha mechanics could get him to make it as smooth and safe as possible. It had been the perfect customised bike.

And it had been Luca’s 9th birthday present. And now Luca had handed it down to David, who was standing right next to it, dressed in the gear Vale had handed him before.

It was nothing special, just some basic, very high protective gear that they had like a laying around from the Academy. He was sure it was from some kind of kids event that they had a few months in the summer.

It looked pretty basic, black and some highlighted yellow to make sure the visibility was there.

But still as he looked at this little boy, dressed in his colours with a visible VR46 across his chest, he started to wonder what could have been.

He wondered what would have happened if he had just sucked it up. If he had just accepted the situation, it is as it had been. Raised him as his own despite no shared blood. Forgive Marc.

And maybe he could have. If Marc had just admitted it. If he had been honest. But he kept lying, so really how…

He sighed, wondering if this child would have been wearing his colours, his number, his initials the same way David did with Marc’s.

He was about to drift deeper into his thoughts when a hand was placed on his shoulder. He turned around a little bit and saw his friend. Uccio.

The one who was always there for him. The one who would always help him. The one who would always be on his side.

He smiled and relieved, happy that once again his best friend had saved him from his own thoughts.

“Hey Uccio” he said, cheerfully. “How are you doing?” But the other man didn't react. Instead, he stared ahead. He looked at the boy. The bike. The gear. The helmet in David's hand.

He looked at Valentino, then back at the boy, disapprovement visible in his eyes.

“Are you being serious right now?” He asked. “You're letting ride? On your ranch. With your boys - you know that this weekend is important for them. They need to train. And you're putting a child – a literal, reckless child - on track with them. What are they-“

Vale immediately grabbed him and quickly dragged him back inside, around a corner, where they had more privacy. He knew Uccio wouldn’t be happy, so he had expected this. But he wanted to shield David from it.

“What are they supposed to do, Vale?” The other said, his arms crossed. “Look after him?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, the one he always used to make it impossible to disagree. Even for Vale.

“They need to focus. They are athletes, they need to get their training done, they can't be distracted by child.” “David is not going to distract them.” Valentino argued back. He was surprised at his friend's insistence.

The last race of the season was next week and Pecco had no real chance at winning the championship. There was no real heat. No pressure and they all knew.

Today was meant as happy little distraction, to remind the boys why they loved racing.

“It's not like David is a beginner.” Vale stated, trying to reassure him. “Yeah?! What's that supposed to mean?”

Normally Vale would question his own words at that, wondering if maybe he had been wrong. After all this was Uccio. His best friend. The one who kept an eye on everything he couldn’t look out for because of racing.

But not this time.

“It means that David has been riding bikes for seven years. He is the national Spanish champion. He knows what he's doing and he knows how to stay out of the way.” He said, reassured in his own words, despite never having seen him race.

“He is not a rookie. So in a way, he is an athlete too. He is definitely not going to be in the way. And besides, the moment one of the boys says they are distracted or David is acting off or anything like that, I'm going to take David off the track. Deal?”

It sounded like a good compromise. “Yeah? And what are you going to do if you take David off the track?” “I'm going to ride with him next week. The boys and you are going to be in Spain anyway. Then he won't be in the way and we can still train.”

Uccios face fell. He stared at his friend like he just said something completely impossible. He looked at him like had grown 3 heads.

“We. Did you just actually say ‘we are going to train’ about this bastard?” he hissed. Vale froze a little. “Uccio-“ he tried to start but the other wasn’t done yet.

“Why do you even care about his training? He is not your child. He is literally a stranger. You don't need to train him. He is not one of your boys.” The words hit him harder than he thought they would.

They hurt him more than he ever thought was possible. But it did hurt. To hear that David was not his. Even if it was the truth. It still hurt the same as it did 9 years ago.

“Why don't you focus on the boys you do have instead of this fucking cunt?!”

Vale froze. He stared at him. “He is 10 years old.” He said. The insult somehow waking him up. “You are talking about a 10 year old.”

“Yeah, well, you said much more worse things about a two-year old.” He swallowed. He wasn’t wrong. “So what?! Since when do you care about him? Is he making you weak?”

Vale didn’t answer. His head was spinning. “He is manipulating you. Oh I knew it, just like his fucking father. You are seriously being manipulated by 10 year olds, right now?!”

Normally Vale would argue back. Talk back. Push back. Say it was impossible. He wasn’t the one being manipulated, do something drastic to show Uccio he was talking bullshit.

But now it felt different.

“Manipulated by a 10 year old.” Vale repeated. “Do you hear yourself?! I like him, that’s why I wanna train him. Cause he is a child.” “That’s what he wants you to believe. Listen, I think-“

But Vale didn’t wait to hear him out. “Are you delusional? Do you have some kind of neurological failure right now? A stroke or whatever?!”

Uccio huffed. “He is a kid who loves racing and I happen to know how to teach children who like to race. So I am going to teach a child that likes racing how to race. Just distract him a little bit.”

“Distract him?” The other’s voice was filled with sarcasm. “So you care about the living proof that you got betrayed. That the man who you loved so much, betrayed you.”

Vale froze. He hadn’t expected that this would be brought into it.

“You are reading way too much into this.” He said silently.

“You are not reading enough into this.”

“No, stop it. He asked me if he could join us and I agreed. End of story. He's a child who likes racing who hasn't been on the bike in two month. You might not get that, but I get that.”

He knew the need to ride just all to well. He knew what it was like. To feel like drowning. Like there was electricity buzzing through the veins. Like an addiction, with racing being the only relief.

“I get the need to be on a bike and to race and to get to clear your mind. Especially in the states iteration like he is in right now.”

“Wow” Uccio let out a small laugh. It sounded too honest for mockery, even if it felt like that. “I wasn’t here for – what? A week. And he has you totally wrapped around his fingers with his little act. You’re being pathetic, Vale.”

He extended his hand, put it on his shoulders, like he always did. His voice got softer. “And I say this as your brother. I really just want what’s best for you but this… Letting that bastard run around like he is one of us… That’s ridiculous. He is not your son. And he will never be. You need to realize that.”

“His dad is about to die.” Vale said, coldly staring at him. “This isn’t the time to extend some war on a kid. So yes. I know he isn’t my kid and I will never see him as that, but that doesn’t mean I have to make his life worst”

David’s head was leaned against the wall. He stared ahead, regretting his decision to listen in on the conversation after realizing it was about him.

At first he had been happy. He had realized Vale was defending him. He had thought maybe his father had started to accept him. But now… He felt tears in his eyes.

The prospect that his father was apparently about to die and Vale still would never accept him as his son, made him feel like he was losing both his fathers. Again. Over and over. It felt like a never ending circle, impossible for him to escape.

He grabbed the gloves – the reason he had stepped back inside – a little tighter and turned around.

“So yeah, if riding a bike around in circles is helping him be a little bit happy in a little bit more of it, right, then yes. I'm going to let him do this.“ was the last thing he heard before doing exactly that.

He stepped outside, feeling a tear in his eyes. He caught Luca’s eyes who immediately asked what was wrong. But he couldn’t look at him. Not now.

He had asked Luca so many times what was going on with his papa and never got a real answer. He had told him he was in a coma and he needed time to heal. Not that Marc was about to die.

So he felt lied to.

And he knew Luca had done it to protect him, but his anger was too fresh. He knew if he asked him now, he’d yell and say things he’d regret. So he didn’t.

He got on the bike and started riding. He rode around in circles. Again and again, only focusing on the layout, the turns, the bikes.

His head was empty. All he heard was his own voice telling when to break. When to accelerate. When to do what. He rode along side Bez and Cele and did some tricks to be slow enough to ride next to David.

He was happy.

He could forget everything. His uncles behavior. Rossi and Salucci. His papa.

He just rode.

He didn’t know that at the same time, Luca cornered his brother.

“What the fuck did you do?!” he asked, his eyes cold like daggers, staring him down. He looked angry. Ice cold in the angry.

The type of angry that Vale had never wanted to be directed at him. The type that made him shut up. The type that made him realise that his little brother was no longer a baby, but a grown man.

“What do you mean?” he asked in all honesty. His first thought was David. But he hadn't done anything, had he? He had been nice, He had encouraged him to ride. He had made sure he had all the gear.

Last time he had seen him was just when he was watching the mechanic take care of the bike and at that time he had been happy.

“I swear I didn't do anything.” He said again. “Then why does David look like his puppy has been punched?” “What?”

He felt bad. He didn’t know why, but he did. He had no idea what happened and he was sure he didn’t say anything inappropriate – having chose his words carefully these past days – but somehow he feared it was his fault anyway.

“That boy looked devastated. He looked like he was about to cry before he pulled on have this helmet and went out riding.” “He's out riding?” Vale asked. “Yes, and just for a record, he is good at riding. I know you never cared about him or his racing, but he's good, ok?”

“Luca, I have no idea what happened. I didn't do anything. I was nice, OK?” With that, he pushed past him, leaving look a little bit stunned about his brothers reaction.

Vale almost rushed up the stairs to overlooked the track.

Normally he wouldn’t overlooked a track like this. Normally he would be on track. Normally he was riding alongside his boys. But not today. Not now.

Now he was standing at a window overlooking the track, watching only one of them. He was looking at only one rider. The smallest one of them. The one was the weakest engine.

The one who was riding around the track like a maniac. The one who was riding like he was being hunted by something. Or maybe he was the one hunting something. Maybe he was chasing something.

Vale wandered world might be going on in this little hat. He wondered what might have caused David to look the way he did, to make Luca react like that. He didn't know what could have set up the switch in his head.

But right now he was just looking at him.

He was watching him ride. Break hard. Speed off in the straights just to break later than he would have expected.

But he wasn't all too surprised.

Like father like son after all.

He wasn't sure he felt the need to watch him so closely, but he felt like he had to. As if David would fall off as soon as he didn’t. He had to know a kid could do it. He had to know the kids could pull this off.

He couldn’t just go. He had to watch him. He just had to. He had to stick to his promise.

He had to stuck to the promise he made many years ago. “Promise me, we – if he wants to ride-“ Marc had said, back when they had discussed if they would allow David to ride.

Both had been hesitant. Both scared the little bundle of innocent prepped in Vale’s arm would get hurt like they had been hurt. Scared he’d experience the pain they felt.

Marc didn’t want David to know wat it’s like to see double, to be scared – not only that his passion might had been taken from him but also his normal life – that he wouldn’t be normal again.

And Vale… Vale had been scared his baby might be in pain. Or that something - an accident - took his baby away from him, like so many had been taken from him already. He couldn’t imagine his baby being taken away they way it had been.  

But at the end of the day they both knew the burning passion riding could be. They both knew the joy it could bring, the addiction it could cause.

And they didn't want to take something away from their child what he could grow to love so dearly. And it wasn't like they would be able to keep him away from bikes.

They couldn't even keep themselves away from bikes. Even Marc, when visible pregnant, had insisted on riding.

And separating David from bikes felt like separating David from one of the biggest parts of their life.

They couldn't keep their child away from something like that. They couldn't keep their child away from the passion and love, from their everyday activity, from their jobs and everything. Racing was their life. And David was there life as well.

And there was no way to keep these life separate.

Back then, Marc had looked at him. He had looked at him and then the baby.

“Promise me that you will never, never, ever let him ride unsupervised. Promise me that one of us will always have an eye on him when he's riding. Promise me that if he rides and if - If he falls…”

There were tears in his eyes. The thought alone, that his beautiful, innocent baby might be hurt, broke his heart.

“One of us will always be there to help him. Promise me you're not letting him ride on that ranch of yours alone. Please. Promise me to always watch him.” “I promise you.” He had said.

“I promised you” he whispered now, unsure to who he was even talking to. But he stuck to it. He watched David ride. HE watch him fly around the track, do tricks, race with motogp riders.

He watched David race with his boys, until they pulled back in again. Only then, Vale went back down. He felt ridiculous for having spend so much time watching them all race.

He was already thinking about an excuse – maybe remembering some very important WEC thing he had to deal with – when he heard a familiar voice.

“You’re a dangerous rider. Like that cunt of your father. No wonder he is where he is. It was a question of when not if he kills himself while riding.”

Vale’s blood run cold. He was still lingering at the door, out of sight for the group of riders, sitting together. But he could see David, who didn’t even seem to flinch at the statement.

It felt wrong. Like he was used to it.

And suddenly, it dawned on him.

He was. He was used to it. He was used to threats and insults.

And all that, just because of him.

Vale felt like he was punched in the stomach. And all he could do was watch the scene unfold.

“Uccio!” Luca exclaimed, shocked to have heard those words. He was about to add something else, but David was quicker.

“You mean just like it has always been a question of when my papa is going to break his record” he shot back, his voice steady.

“What did you just say, brat?” “I said…” he replied, locking eyes with Uccio. He would back down. He wouldn’t pull away.

‘Look right in the eyes of your enemies and laugh about them’ That’s what his uncle Alex had told him.

“Just like it has always only been a question of when, not if, my papa breaks the current record of 9 championships” “You little shit” “You big shit” he didn’t miss a beat.

“You ungrateful, rude-“ “Rude?! I am not rude. I am just treating you with the same respect you show me.”

“Careful boy. Remember in whose house you are.” Uccio hissed. David’s eyes narrowed. He look like a cat focused on his pray.

Vale knew this look. Marc had the same.  

“Or what? What are you going to do? Send me to my Abuela to Spain? Tio Alex? Oh. I am so scared!” He said, mockingly.

Normally he wouldn’t act this way. But he couldn’t look at the man that had caused so much pain to his family and be respectful or even just polite when he was insulting his papa.

He was angry. He was frustrated. He was full of adrenaline.

And he didn’t give a fuck anymore.

Vale couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, drawing the attention on him. He saw David freeze, staring at him. David feared Vale’s reaction, scared he had broken their fragile connection even more by standing up against his best friend.

But Vale was amused. He watched his best friend get pushed back at by a child. A small boy, not even half his size.

“He got you there.” Vale stated, heading towards them. “Now leave the kid alone”

Uccio turned to him. Anger lingering in his eyes. “What?”

To David, who smiled brightly, it felt like a win.

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This song...it HAUNTS ME

That Vale/Marco twist was a surprise and I just know Vake moaned Marc's name at least once but managed to cover it up

Also GO MARC TELL THAT OLD CREEP TO GO FUCK HIMSELF WOHOO

MErry christmas, please don't calL

After all this time, Vale realized he didn't actually care.

After all the time, he wasted on hating the Spaniard, on convincing himself he didn't want to know anything about him and only wished him the worst, he now realized it was a lie.

It was late winter. Almost Christmas. Marc had equaled his record months ago and Vale still waited for the anger to kick in.

But it never did.

Instead he was proud of him. He was proud that he was the one stepping up to him. He was proud it was Marc who was now on the same level as him.

"One day I'm gonna be your equal" Marc had said 12 years ago. He had been so young, just crowed a motogp world champion. He had been fucked out, his eyes glossy as he stared at Vale.

Vale had chuckled, assuming it was just something people say after fulfilling a childhood dream, doing something impossible and getting fucked by their childhood ideal.

Yet here they were.

Marc had kept his promise.

And Vale was glad.

In 2015, Vale had thought he'd be angry. He was sure he wouldn't be able to stand the thought of someone equaling his record. Taking away his undated statues.

He had thought, he'd feel like an angel getting hids wings cut off. As if his legend would be reduced to just a story if someone archived what he had.

He had thought he'd lose what would made him himself. And he had worked too hard, too many people had worked too hard to do that. He couldn't let that happen.

So he had pushed Marc away. He had tried to destroy him. Keep him small.

And he failed.

Luckily.

So he decided to do it. He decided to shoot his shit, to reach out. To finally fix his mistake.

So he reached into his pocket. He pulled outg his phone and called the one number he knew by heart. He heard the connection building up. It took a few seconds but eventually there was a familiar voice at the other end.

"Hello?" Marc asked, his voice more neutral, darker, than it had bebe the last time they called, more than 10 years ago.

"Marc? I... It's Vale. I was... I wanted to apologize" "You... What?" "I was an asshole. How about I invite you for dinner over the holidays? I'll explain myself and-" "No" Marc just said.

The Spaniard had no hesitation in his voice about declining. Vale froze. The current champion gripped his phone tighter.

Just 2 years ago he would have agreed. He would have jumped on the invite, beg for it to happen. He would be eager, spend hours looking for the right outfit.

He would laugh at the right moments, take Vale's hand and accept whatever apology would be given to him. But he wasn't that man anymore.

"Merry Christmas" he said. "Please don't call"

And hung up.

He hung up and it felt like a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders. It felt like that one uncertainty in his life - would Vale come to his sense and apologize? Would he fall for him again? Would Marc let Valentino Rossi destroy him again? - was finally answered.

He turned around, smiling, as he looked at his boyfriend. The one who had changed everything. The one who had made him forget Rossi. The one he'd chose over Vale every time.

"Eh? All good?" Marco asked, reindeer horns sticking out of his curls, as he noticed Marc's eyes focused on him.

"Yes. It's all good, my love. Because you are here" he said, kissing his lips. "I'm so glad I have you"

Bez laughed, pulling him closer. "You have me. You will never not have me"

All while Vale stood there. Stunned. He realized he not only didn't won, but lost everything in the process.

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Glad to know my crashouts are appreciated

Uii geh ich mir gleich mal ankuckn

Digga ich krieg nen crashout wtf warum sind menschen so???? Ey kann mir mal einer eine knallen damit ich en bissl runner komm? Ich bin. OHNE SCHEIß. Nicht dafür gemacht

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Fühl ich

Hat mein crashout vom neuen kapitel gehofln?

Digga ich krieg nen crashout wtf warum sind menschen so???? Ey kann mir mal einer eine knallen damit ich en bissl runner komm? Ich bin. OHNE SCHEIß. Nicht dafür gemacht

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Bidde, jetzt besser?

Digga ich krieg nen crashout wtf warum sind menschen so???? Ey kann mir mal einer eine knallen damit ich en bissl runner komm? Ich bin. OHNE SCHEIß. Nicht dafür gemacht

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Oh David my baby I am so proud you are just like your father

AND RAY I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF YOU DONT HAVE UCCIO GET PUNCHED IN THE FUCKING FACE BY SOMEONE LITERALLY ANYONE SOON I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN

Also fuck you Vale honestly...(yes i am still mad as hell at him sue me)

Uccio when Vale defends David:

My baby, my baby (Child of divorce AU)

Chapter 16: Keeping a promise

David was buzzing with excitement, Vale could see that as soon as he entered the kitchen. He saw it in the way the boy was sitting. He was being jittery, never sitting still, always moving around.

Bez who was sitting next to him, was laughing about it. He laughed how David bite his lips, inhaling his cereal, to be allowed to go on track sooner.

“Relax” Marco said, nudging the side of his younger friend. They seemed to know each other better than David knew Pecco, Migno and Cele. He knew that they had met David a few times before when they were in Spain.

Back than he had cursed them, but didn’t say anything. Just went a little harder on them in training.

But the way David and Bez interacted was a little more than just having a few times over the years. It was not as familiar as Franky and Luca, but more friendly.

“You need to wait for us and if you choak on a cornflake you’re just gonna have to wait even longer.” The curly haired Italian said. “But I wanna ride!” “I know. But you’re not allowed yeeeeeeet” he laughed, earning a pouty look from David and soft punch against his shoulder.

Vale smiled softly about the interaction. “Someone’s excited” he commented, feeling their eyes turn on him.

He watched David freeze for a moment as if he wasn’t fully sure whether or not he was actually allowed to respond or if he was actually the one being talked to. He still hadn’t gotten fully used to the situation that he actually was civil with him.

Vale respected that. He wasn't trying to force anything. He didn't need to, of course. After all, there wasn't his son, he told himself.

He just wanted to make sure that the kid who was currently living with him - to who he had no other responsibilities other than the legal ones - was OK.

At least said what he told himself.

But over the past days, he couldn't help but realise the change that had happened in his heart.

It was it was difficult to watch the everyday life of a child and not get found of it. Especially if it was David.

David seemed to have the same charisma that everybody had always said Vale had. The one that had made him the icon he was. The ability to get peoples attention. To make them look at him.

But David’s was softer.

Vale had always thought about himself as the one drawing people in by being loud and wild and chaotic. A controversy. Someone to turn head with his looks, his celebration or his words.

But David wasn't like this. David wasn't a controversy.

Maybe his existence was a controversy. Or maybe Vale had made a controversy out of his existence. But he himself wasn’t one.

He was kind and sweet. He used his big brown eyes to stare at people and making them feel seen.

And they even worked on Valentino Rossi.

He had to admit that. Even if he refused to do so.

“Yes!” David replied. A smile lingering around his lips. “Tio gave me his old bike, so now I can, ride with you. Right? Right, I’m allowed?”

He was buzzing with excitement, shifting in his seat without breaking eye contact. Vale felt a twist in his stomach. The thought of David riding along side his boys was… Difficult.

He had imagined it years ago, back when David was just born. He remembered holding toddler David on his lap while the boys were training.

He remembered nuzzling against him, whispering promises that once he was old enough – 9 or 10 years old – he would ride with them. Find out what flying felt like. And now… Now that day had come.

Today was ranch Saturday. The first mechanics had already arrived and were currently checking over the bikes. Franky and Bez were already there, gossiping, talking to David and Vale.

Their faces had lit up when David had run to them, hugging them, already telling them that he was allowed to ride with them before they even gone through the door.

It was exactly what Vale had imagined in 2014 when thinking about what his life would look like in 10 years. Even if it felt fake. Even if he had to ignore how fake it all felt.

“Of course, you’re allowed” Vale said calmly. He wasn’t too worried about David. He knew that the kid was no rookie. He knew that he had experience on bikes.

After all, David was the Spanish national champion in his category. He had won the championship just a few weeks ago, shortly before Moto GP had gone overseas and before everything in his life had made a 180 turn.

David smiled again. He grinned widely at the reassurance. Vale decided to leave, to get the day started, check everything once again.

Partly cause he had to. Partly cause he didn’t want to know where this domestic moment – his boys laughing with David before heading to racing - that he had always thought would be his every day life, would lead his thoughts. So he had to distract himself. Quickly.

He checked everything over. Three times. Talked to people. Most of the academy were already there at that point. They were currently changing into their gear so he wanted to get ready as well.

He saw one of the mechanics check over a noticeable smaller dirt bike.

He looked at the little bike. The blue paint already scrubbed off at some places. Stickers, he had placed there himself, slowly fading from colour.

He knew the bike. Very well, actually. He knew every technical detail actually.

He had bought it, after all, around 20 years ago.

It had been the best one on the market back then and he had made sure to get the best one with all mechanical upgrades his Yamaha mechanics could get him to make it as smooth and safe as possible. It had been the perfect customised bike.

And it had been Luca’s 9th birthday present. And now Luca had handed it down to David, who was standing right next to it, dressed in the gear Vale had handed him before.

It was nothing special, just some basic, very high protective gear that they had like a laying around from the Academy. He was sure it was from some kind of kids event that they had a few months in the summer.

It looked pretty basic, black and some highlighted yellow to make sure the visibility was there.

But still as he looked at this little boy, dressed in his colours with a visible VR46 across his chest, he started to wonder what could have been.

He wondered what would have happened if he had just sucked it up. If he had just accepted the situation, it is as it had been. Raised him as his own despite no shared blood. Forgive Marc.

And maybe he could have. If Marc had just admitted it. If he had been honest. But he kept lying, so really how…

He sighed, wondering if this child would have been wearing his colours, his number, his initials the same way David did with Marc’s.

He was about to drift deeper into his thoughts when a hand was placed on his shoulder. He turned around a little bit and saw his friend. Uccio.

The one who was always there for him. The one who would always help him. The one who would always be on his side.

He smiled and relieved, happy that once again his best friend had saved him from his own thoughts.

“Hey Uccio” he said, cheerfully. “How are you doing?” But the other man didn't react. Instead, he stared ahead. He looked at the boy. The bike. The gear. The helmet in David's hand.

He looked at Valentino, then back at the boy, disapprovement visible in his eyes.

“Are you being serious right now?” He asked. “You're letting ride? On your ranch. With your boys - you know that this weekend is important for them. They need to train. And you're putting a child – a literal, reckless child - on track with them. What are they-“

Vale immediately grabbed him and quickly dragged him back inside, around a corner, where they had more privacy. He knew Uccio wouldn’t be happy, so he had expected this. But he wanted to shield David from it.

“What are they supposed to do, Vale?” The other said, his arms crossed. “Look after him?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, the one he always used to make it impossible to disagree. Even for Vale.

“They need to focus. They are athletes, they need to get their training done, they can't be distracted by child.” “David is not going to distract them.” Valentino argued back. He was surprised at his friend's insistence.

The last race of the season was next week and Pecco had no real chance at winning the championship. There was no real heat. No pressure and they all knew.

Today was meant as happy little distraction, to remind the boys why they loved racing.

“It's not like David is a beginner.” Vale stated, trying to reassure him. “Yeah?! What's that supposed to mean?”

Normally Vale would question his own words at that, wondering if maybe he had been wrong. After all this was Uccio. His best friend. The one who kept an eye on everything he couldn’t look out for because of racing.

But not this time.

“It means that David has been riding bikes for seven years. He is the national Spanish champion. He knows what he's doing and he knows how to stay out of the way.” He said, reassured in his own words, despite never having seen him race.

“He is not a rookie. So in a way, he is an athlete too. He is definitely not going to be in the way. And besides, the moment one of the boys says they are distracted or David is acting off or anything like that, I'm going to take David off the track. Deal?”

It sounded like a good compromise. “Yeah? And what are you going to do if you take David off the track?” “I'm going to ride with him next week. The boys and you are going to be in Spain anyway. Then he won't be in the way and we can still train.”

Uccios face fell. He stared at his friend like he just said something completely impossible. He looked at him like had grown 3 heads.

“We. Did you just actually say ‘we are going to train’ about this bastard?” he hissed. Vale froze a little. “Uccio-“ he tried to start but the other wasn’t done yet.

“Why do you even care about his training? He is not your child. He is literally a stranger. You don't need to train him. He is not one of your boys.” The words hit him harder than he thought they would.

They hurt him more than he ever thought was possible. But it did hurt. To hear that David was not his. Even if it was the truth. It still hurt the same as it did 9 years ago.

“Why don't you focus on the boys you do have instead of this fucking cunt?!”

Vale froze. He stared at him. “He is 10 years old.” He said. The insult somehow waking him up. “You are talking about a 10 year old.”

“Yeah, well, you said much more worse things about a two-year old.” He swallowed. He wasn’t wrong. “So what?! Since when do you care about him? Is he making you weak?”

Vale didn’t answer. His head was spinning. “He is manipulating you. Oh I knew it, just like his fucking father. You are seriously being manipulated by 10 year olds, right now?!”

Normally Vale would argue back. Talk back. Push back. Say it was impossible. He wasn’t the one being manipulated, do something drastic to show Uccio he was talking bullshit.

But now it felt different.

“Manipulated by a 10 year old.” Vale repeated. “Do you hear yourself?! I like him, that’s why I wanna train him. Cause he is a child.” “That’s what he wants you to believe. Listen, I think-“

But Vale didn’t wait to hear him out. “Are you delusional? Do you have some kind of neurological failure right now? A stroke or whatever?!”

Uccio huffed. “He is a kid who loves racing and I happen to know how to teach children who like to race. So I am going to teach a child that likes racing how to race. Just distract him a little bit.”

“Distract him?” The other’s voice was filled with sarcasm. “So you care about the living proof that you got betrayed. That the man who you loved so much, betrayed you.”

Vale froze. He hadn’t expected that this would be brought into it.

“You are reading way too much into this.” He said silently.

“You are not reading enough into this.”

“No, stop it. He asked me if he could join us and I agreed. End of story. He's a child who likes racing who hasn't been on the bike in two month. You might not get that, but I get that.”

He knew the need to ride just all to well. He knew what it was like. To feel like drowning. Like there was electricity buzzing through the veins. Like an addiction, with racing being the only relief.

“I get the need to be on a bike and to race and to get to clear your mind. Especially in the states iteration like he is in right now.”

“Wow” Uccio let out a small laugh. It sounded too honest for mockery, even if it felt like that. “I wasn’t here for – what? A week. And he has you totally wrapped around his fingers with his little act. You’re being pathetic, Vale.”

He extended his hand, put it on his shoulders, like he always did. His voice got softer. “And I say this as your brother. I really just want what’s best for you but this… Letting that bastard run around like he is one of us… That’s ridiculous. He is not your son. And he will never be. You need to realize that.”

“His dad is about to die.” Vale said, coldly staring at him. “This isn’t the time to extend some war on a kid. So yes. I know he isn’t my kid and I will never see him as that, but that doesn’t mean I have to make his life worst”

David’s head was leaned against the wall. He stared ahead, regretting his decision to listen in on the conversation after realizing it was about him.

At first he had been happy. He had realized Vale was defending him. He had thought maybe his father had started to accept him. But now… He felt tears in his eyes.

The prospect that his father was apparently about to die and Vale still would never accept him as his son, made him feel like he was losing both his fathers. Again. Over and over. It felt like a never ending circle, impossible for him to escape.

He grabbed the gloves – the reason he had stepped back inside – a little tighter and turned around.

“So yeah, if riding a bike around in circles is helping him be a little bit happy in a little bit more of it, right, then yes. I'm going to let him do this.“ was the last thing he heard before doing exactly that.

He stepped outside, feeling a tear in his eyes. He caught Luca’s eyes who immediately asked what was wrong. But he couldn’t look at him. Not now.

He had asked Luca so many times what was going on with his papa and never got a real answer. He had told him he was in a coma and he needed time to heal. Not that Marc was about to die.

So he felt lied to.

And he knew Luca had done it to protect him, but his anger was too fresh. He knew if he asked him now, he’d yell and say things he’d regret. So he didn’t.

He got on the bike and started riding. He rode around in circles. Again and again, only focusing on the layout, the turns, the bikes.

His head was empty. All he heard was his own voice telling when to break. When to accelerate. When to do what. He rode along side Bez and Cele and did some tricks to be slow enough to ride next to David.

He was happy.

He could forget everything. His uncles behavior. Rossi and Salucci. His papa.

He just rode.

He didn’t know that at the same time, Luca cornered his brother.

“What the fuck did you do?!” he asked, his eyes cold like daggers, staring him down. He looked angry. Ice cold in the angry.

The type of angry that Vale had never wanted to be directed at him. The type that made him shut up. The type that made him realise that his little brother was no longer a baby, but a grown man.

“What do you mean?” he asked in all honesty. His first thought was David. But he hadn't done anything, had he? He had been nice, He had encouraged him to ride. He had made sure he had all the gear.

Last time he had seen him was just when he was watching the mechanic take care of the bike and at that time he had been happy.

“I swear I didn't do anything.” He said again. “Then why does David look like his puppy has been punched?” “What?”

He felt bad. He didn’t know why, but he did. He had no idea what happened and he was sure he didn’t say anything inappropriate – having chose his words carefully these past days – but somehow he feared it was his fault anyway.

“That boy looked devastated. He looked like he was about to cry before he pulled on have this helmet and went out riding.” “He's out riding?” Vale asked. “Yes, and just for a record, he is good at riding. I know you never cared about him or his racing, but he's good, ok?”

“Luca, I have no idea what happened. I didn't do anything. I was nice, OK?” With that, he pushed past him, leaving look a little bit stunned about his brothers reaction.

Vale almost rushed up the stairs to overlooked the track.

Normally he wouldn’t overlooked a track like this. Normally he would be on track. Normally he was riding alongside his boys. But not today. Not now.

Now he was standing at a window overlooking the track, watching only one of them. He was looking at only one rider. The smallest one of them. The one was the weakest engine.

The one who was riding around the track like a maniac. The one who was riding like he was being hunted by something. Or maybe he was the one hunting something. Maybe he was chasing something.

Vale wandered world might be going on in this little hat. He wondered what might have caused David to look the way he did, to make Luca react like that. He didn't know what could have set up the switch in his head.

But right now he was just looking at him.

He was watching him ride. Break hard. Speed off in the straights just to break later than he would have expected.

But he wasn't all too surprised.

Like father like son after all.

He wasn't sure he felt the need to watch him so closely, but he felt like he had to. As if David would fall off as soon as he didn’t. He had to know a kid could do it. He had to know the kids could pull this off.

He couldn’t just go. He had to watch him. He just had to. He had to stick to his promise.

He had to stuck to the promise he made many years ago. “Promise me, we – if he wants to ride-“ Marc had said, back when they had discussed if they would allow David to ride.

Both had been hesitant. Both scared the little bundle of innocent prepped in Vale’s arm would get hurt like they had been hurt. Scared he’d experience the pain they felt.

Marc didn’t want David to know wat it’s like to see double, to be scared – not only that his passion might had been taken from him but also his normal life – that he wouldn’t be normal again.

And Vale… Vale had been scared his baby might be in pain. Or that something - an accident - took his baby away from him, like so many had been taken from him already. He couldn’t imagine his baby being taken away they way it had been.  

But at the end of the day they both knew the burning passion riding could be. They both knew the joy it could bring, the addiction it could cause.

And they didn't want to take something away from their child what he could grow to love so dearly. And it wasn't like they would be able to keep him away from bikes.

They couldn't even keep themselves away from bikes. Even Marc, when visible pregnant, had insisted on riding.

And separating David from bikes felt like separating David from one of the biggest parts of their life.

They couldn't keep their child away from something like that. They couldn't keep their child away from the passion and love, from their everyday activity, from their jobs and everything. Racing was their life. And David was there life as well.

And there was no way to keep these life separate.

Back then, Marc had looked at him. He had looked at him and then the baby.

“Promise me that you will never, never, ever let him ride unsupervised. Promise me that one of us will always have an eye on him when he's riding. Promise me that if he rides and if - If he falls…”

There were tears in his eyes. The thought alone, that his beautiful, innocent baby might be hurt, broke his heart.

“One of us will always be there to help him. Promise me you're not letting him ride on that ranch of yours alone. Please. Promise me to always watch him.” “I promise you.” He had said.

“I promised you” he whispered now, unsure to who he was even talking to. But he stuck to it. He watched David ride. HE watch him fly around the track, do tricks, race with motogp riders.

He watched David race with his boys, until they pulled back in again. Only then, Vale went back down. He felt ridiculous for having spend so much time watching them all race.

He was already thinking about an excuse – maybe remembering some very important WEC thing he had to deal with – when he heard a familiar voice.

“You’re a dangerous rider. Like that cunt of your father. No wonder he is where he is. It was a question of when not if he kills himself while riding.”

Vale’s blood run cold. He was still lingering at the door, out of sight for the group of riders, sitting together. But he could see David, who didn’t even seem to flinch at the statement.

It felt wrong. Like he was used to it.

And suddenly, it dawned on him.

He was. He was used to it. He was used to threats and insults.

And all that, just because of him.

Vale felt like he was punched in the stomach. And all he could do was watch the scene unfold.

“Uccio!” Luca exclaimed, shocked to have heard those words. He was about to add something else, but David was quicker.

“You mean just like it has always been a question of when my papa is going to break his record” he shot back, his voice steady.

“What did you just say, brat?” “I said…” he replied, locking eyes with Uccio. He would back down. He wouldn’t pull away.

‘Look right in the eyes of your enemies and laugh about them’ That’s what his uncle Alex had told him.

“Just like it has always only been a question of when, not if, my papa breaks the current record of 9 championships” “You little shit” “You big shit” he didn’t miss a beat.

“You ungrateful, rude-“ “Rude?! I am not rude. I am just treating you with the same respect you show me.”

“Careful boy. Remember in whose house you are.” Uccio hissed. David’s eyes narrowed. He look like a cat focused on his pray.

Vale knew this look. Marc had the same.  

“Or what? What are you going to do? Send me to my Abuela to Spain? Tio Alex? Oh. I am so scared!” He said, mockingly.

Normally he wouldn’t act this way. But he couldn’t look at the man that had caused so much pain to his family and be respectful or even just polite when he was insulting his papa.

He was angry. He was frustrated. He was full of adrenaline.

And he didn’t give a fuck anymore.

Vale couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, drawing the attention on him. He saw David freeze, staring at him. David feared Vale’s reaction, scared he had broken their fragile connection even more by standing up against his best friend.

But Vale was amused. He watched his best friend get pushed back at by a child. A small boy, not even half his size.

“He got you there.” Vale stated, heading towards them. “Now leave the kid alone”

Uccio turned to him. Anger lingering in his eyes. “What?”

To David, who smiled brightly, it felt like a win.

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Not until the child of divorce fic is finished

(And even then it's a no)

Shoot me.

How bout no?

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Shoot me.

How bout no?