#the Marcos mention

[penskecar]

[gouraminnow]

idk if you’ve already done this, but mind doing a ranking of the worst yanderes in op :p

Oooh I have not! Lets give it a shot.

So there will be two versions. First, if the darling is willing and second if not. TW for typical yandere shit and mentions of physical harm/abuse, though not detailed.

With a willing darling:

The WBP and Strawhats as a whole? Fantastic. You might never even know there's anything crazy lurking, any protectiveness likely to be attributed to their bond with you as their beloved crewmate. Yeah, they get violent, but it's usually if you're in danger and they do that for each other as well. Also included in this category is Sabo, Koala, Katakuri, Hancock, and Shanks.

Crewmates like Ace, Nami or Sanji may get visibly jealous, but they're more likely to get sulky than overtly violent unless the behavior of whoever they're whining about tips over the edge into something that makes YOU upset. As long as nothing like that happens, it's fine. Nami will be passive aggressive about it later though, and Ace still sulks until one of his older, more mature nakama rolls their eyes and tells him to get over it. Nothing happened, and you're still theirs.

Law is... hard for me to get a handle on, tbh. I think he pushes his feelings down and it takes a lot for him to say anything. Has the awareness to know the intensity of his feelings is probably bad, but can't help worrying over you. You notice that you aren't allowed to do much, and even if you're crushing on him(which is likely, bc hot tattooed doctor) you probably do not think he returns them at all. So you... also push things down.

Crocodile is another one who can be good to you, very much so- but you're much more likely to realize a bit more of what's under the surface. There's an incident. Someone gets a bit too close perhaps, and of course you're having none of it. You try to put space between you as politely as possible, and succeed- but the transgression is enough for Crocodile to deem this scum worthy of ridding himself (and you) of. You come to understand that you're on a leash with him, and that it's only so loose because you have yet to give him a reason to pull it tight.

The Kid Pirates... oof. If it's just Killer, you're good. You're set. Another one you may never know about. But if Kid is part of it... he's likely to get angry and have bouts of jealousy even if you DO want to be there. It's going to be a lot of assurance. Some isolation. There are eggshells to tiptoe around. But he and his crew will eviscerate anyone who bothers you, you get a bitchin' wardrobe as part of his crew and you get fluffy coat privileges. Soo... Pros and cons?

Doflamingo just sucks so so fucking bad no matter what. Sorry.

With an unwilling darling:

The Strawhats get to be just above the WBP here. They're the best option- you are unlikely to be pushed into anything overtly romantic unless you initiate it. They kind of... pretend nothing is wrong. You are never hurt (deliberately- you may break bones when Luffy launches himself on you) and while Sanji is... Sanji, you are never expected to reciprocate. You just... don't really get privacy. And most of the crew prefers to act like nothing's wrong and isolate you if you do something wrong. Their actions are framed for the sake of your safety if you complain, understanding but unwavering. Though it is funny when you try to make a break for it and Zoro gets hopelessly lost searching for you...

Koala can be a little bit… explosive. But she's sweet too, and you aren't isolated- probably moved somewhere under the RA that she visits whenever possible. She's loving, but can be a little huffy if you won't reciprocate. She doesn't want to even yell at you, let alone hurt you. You're pampered while she's gone, and when she's with you she wants to be held. Wants to do nice things that ease her stress with you. Spa treatment, massaging eachother, even just a domestic night in, but begrudgingly understands why you're so hesitant. Gets emotional whenever she returns to you.

The WBP are much firmer with you. There are rules. If it's romantic on their part, they do expect you to accept it, though adjustment is expected. Ace is the best possibility because he feels awful about it. You will get the most lenience from him. Thatch and Marco follow- Thatch dotes and suffocates in an attempt to get you to warm up, and Marco understands the psychological distress this puts you under and attempts to alleviate it. Gets others to back off if he notices things are just a little too much, but works with Thatch to drug you if your nerves keep you up. Izou is another who gives you space when it's all a bit too much, somewhere to unwind without the expectation to engage. You can vent to him, too, and he won't punish you for it as long as it's in this specific setting. Make a scene, though, and he's not as merciful. You're gagged after too many verbal outbursts, something horribly embarrassing that has you doing the isolating yourself, save from them visiting you. Too many escape attempts result in shackles- they won't hurt you unless you hurt them.

Sabo is... painfully nice. It really throws you off. Doting and loving, acting as if you want to be here, oh-so-patient it's maddening. You will have everything you need, but you'll be so lonely without him. This is deliberate, of course, anything to get you to lean into that touch, to cling to him... Sabo is honestly a good option, in terms of yanderes. Doesn't force you to be affectionate too quickly, but heaps it onto you. Good food, a nice room, but when he's on his missions which can take ages, he... doesn't let anyone see you directly. He has things delivered, of course he does, and a snail to call you with, but it's still maddening. He's this low partially because of the isolation and because he actually is willing to hurt you. It is an absolute last resort that he will put off as long as he can- but you don't have to hurt him to earn it. If you break out to many times, he'll break a leg. He doesn't want to though, and you are very unlikely to even be able to push him that far.

Law is... not good with feelings. I admittedly struggle with his characterization because of this- stoic characters are hard for me. He won't hurt you, not when his power works the way it does, but it's still distressing to be rendered into pieces. It's... kind of miserable. He knows this, and he isn't happy about it, but he won't let you go. Honestly might be the type of yandere to not keep you close, opting to do something similar to when he had his crew live in Zou during Dressrosa. He's that worried about his crew- how could he bear endangering someone he's utterly obsessed with? A strange one in that I can see him distancing himself even as a yandere. But I can also see him keep moving the goalpost in regards to what he sees as safe enough- meanwhile you're trapped in a tiny submarine room, rarely getting any sunlight... and if your inevitable depression leads to you clinging to him, that makes it even harder to pull away.

Crocodile is a constant, unyielding presence. You always know when he's there, and when he isn't, you still know that anything you do will get back to him. He expects your gratitude. You get a few inches of lenience in the beginning- being abducted and expected to play house with a man like him is jarring to say the least- but he isn't kind about it. Mocks you for being fearful, but won't punish you for it. You can tremble when you sit on his lap, light his cigars, rub his shoulders. You can get teary-eyed when he pulls you close, able to taste his cigars and scotch on your tongue when he kisses you, just don't be too loud in your displeasure. Escaping or talking back are met with punishments. Ah, ungrateful, are you? Then enjoy a few nights in the doghouse, without any of the luxuries he provides. Minimal food, scratchy clothes, no bedding, etc. It's nicer to love him isn't it?

Kid pirates... it's going to suck. If it's just Killer: he won't hurt you unless he absolutely feels he needs to. But Kid? Yeah, he's loud and mean and it's likely he killed whatever family/friends you had on the island/crew he pulled you from when he raided it. Even if Killer isn't part of the relationship, he's your saving grace as the only one who can get the guy to calm the fuck down. Kid isn't against hurting you, but prefers not to- harder to be affectionate with someone who can't be touched without aggravating a wound. He doesn't want you broken and your distress is completely expected. Kid isn't one for comfort, though. The best you get is time alone to cry. You'd think all he has is disdain for your tears if it weren't for the way he huffs, and tosses his big coat over you before stomping away. Kid has his moments, and gets better the longer you stay, but... it's never good.

Doflamingo is still Doflamingo. He's the worst.

[twpsyn-who]

Kind reminder that Armin is the one narrating the story, which means that most of the moments we see of Jean and Marco are things Jean has shared with Armin at some point.

Marco might not be an 'important' character to the fandom, but he's so damn important to Jean that he's spoken about him to others. Even years later Jean's still mentioning Marco, his best friend, to the people willing to hear him out. That's how big of an influence he's had on Jean, on his character as a whole.

And there's clearly more. Moments that Armin hasn't seen fit to add, little details that would make Jean and Marco's friendship even more special.

Is the same thing for Historia and Ymir too by the way.

[imbzdrnst]

What was your first reaction when you heard you were going to work with Marc Márquez? First, I felt very happy because I felt valued at Ducati, because if they choose me to work with a rider like Marc, it's for a reason. Second, I was very excited to be able to work with a rider of Marc's caliber, to understand his way of working, how he approaches people, the team. I was curious to know what it's like to work with a rider of this caliber. <...> You have to work as best you can and calmly. Zero worries. After working with him, I can tell you that he's a great pleasure to work with. You learn a lot. There's a lot of back-and-forth between us because he rides hard but also understands what's going on on the bike. He gives you directions, he's very good at explaining, he's very good at looking at the data. Now I can tell you that he's also good technically because you're dealing with someone who not only rides like a beast, but also understands.

What surprised you most about Marc? His character, his character with people. You expect a VIP driver, someone who's won everything. So you think he's perfect, but you're wrong. Instead, he's always saying he's wrong, that he made a mistake, that he didn't give you the right instructions, he greets everyone, thanks everyone...

i love how people who have worked with marc will always tell you how pleasant is to work with him and how smart he is!! actually!!

[humans-are-tasty]

[rocicrew]

naomi has one (1) type literally

[penskecar]

okay guys time for more low quality motogp slop ❤️

[jeanscowgirl]

Hiiii! Been having kind of baby fever lately soo maybe Jean's wife giving birth 😻

Goodnight/Day<333

omg yes you're fueling MY baby fever.

this is more drabble than fic !

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jean was SOOOOO happy when you told him you were pregnant, he instantly started researching every single thing that had to do with being a parent/father.

he started researching unique baby names and making lists of his favorites.

when you found out you were having a boy, he was even more excited. he of course would be a GREAT girl dad, but he had always wanted a son.

you were due late april, and it was currently april 15th.

the previous week you had celebrated jean's birthday, april 7th. he was also super excited to have his sons birthday so close to his own.

the both of you were sitting on your shared couch when you had your first contraction, you brushed it off until the next one hit SHORTLY after.

you told jean and he immediately shot up from the couch to get everything ready. he had a bag ready to go (the bag has been ready since february) and helped you to the car.

as soon as you arrived to the hospital, they put you in a room as your contractions were closer together.

labor started soon after that.

jean was by your side the entire time, holding your hand, squeezing it. he repeated words of encouragement, telling you how good you were doing.

he was the best person to have by your side.

your baby boy was born 2 hours into labor, not terribly long but not at all short.

you and jean hadn't decided on a name until he was born, you didn't know what would fit your newborn.

after the doctors did what they needed to do, they handed you him.

jean was crying, you were crying.

"marco" you said

earning a shocked "what?" from jean

"his name is marco" you told him

"it's perfect."

yours and jeans son, marco jake kirstein (mj for short), was born april 15th at 6:30 pm.

jean was the best father you and your son could have asked for.

you and your little family were perfect.

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[azulonso]

SILLIES <3 aprilia please don't take this duo away

also

I fear that's not happening uh

[hannahbarberra162]

You Can't Fix Fix A Broken Heart Chapter 9

18+ MDNI

Now on Ao3 All chapters

Things only get spicier from here.

TW: dubcon, manipulation, mentions of past abuse, yanderes being yandere. check the tags

Chapter 9

Marco POV

Things had been going according to plan, until they weren’t. Marco figured that there was some kind of injury on your back, but he figured it was a shallow scar or maybe even a tattoo you didn’t like. He didn’t anticipate this.

The majority of your back, from the shoulder blades all the way down, was covered in thick, red, raised scar tissue. There was some kind of jolly roger, but the brand they had used on you was obviously too large - maybe meant for marking crates. The distorted figure was a grotesque mockery of a pirate flag. On top of the roger, there were more recent whip marks. Whoever had done them had meant to cause deliberate scarification on your body. He was already thinking of how to find the Marines who had harmed you. Regrettably, all the pirates were already dead. But the Marines were likely still alive, at least until he found them. He’d plan everything with Ace - the man could be creative when inspiration struck him.

It was painful to look at your back, he couldn’t imagine what it had felt like on the receiving end. No wonder you didn’t want them looking at or touching it. Even with the scar tissue, you were still responsive to touches on your back. Marco didn’t think you were ruined - he didn’t even think of it as an imperfection. It was a painful part of your past, and he could heal you from the physical pain. He said he would help you. And he would. Even if you didn’t agree with his methods.

He touched your cheek gently, gave you another quick kiss, then handed you back your shirt. 

“Come. I need you in the infirmary today. We’ll continue our conversation later yoi”

You nodded and followed him out the door meekly, face flushed and lips swollen from kissing. You looked so tantalizing, all he wanted to do was toss you back on the bed and fuck you until your tight pussy couldn’t take any more. But unfortunately, there was real work to be done. 

You tried to trail behind him, but he stopped and took your hand in his. You weakly tried to pull it away until he gave you a stern look. You immediately stopped pulling and walked hand in hand with him. What a sweet little thing you were - just the prospect of his displeasure was enough to have you compliant. He was looking forward to seeing if you obeyed the new rules. He hoped you would - but he also hoped you wouldn’t…

He entered the infirmary with you, and Tate gave him a questioning look. He didn’t say anything but smiled broadly. He purposely let the information out that you were with him slip to Tate-  he knew the rumor mill would start circulating the news. He wanted everyone to know you were off limits to the rest of the crew -a warning they should heed if they valued their lives. 

You did fix the autoclave as the infirmary came to life with the morning rush. Afterwards, you looked sleepy, closing your eyes slowly. He had woken you up, after all. “Y/N, you look tired yoi. Go to exam room 2 and lie down please.” He would throw you a bone this time - but after this nap, you wouldn’t be so lucky.  You bit your lip nervously but got up and went to the designated room. You didn’t shut the door all the way, and he knew the morning sun would be streaming in through the windows at this hour. That should be enough for now.

Besides, he needed time to meet with Thatch and Ace to discuss his plans. Ace was already aware of some of the situation after peeping on the two of you last night. But he had much more in store for you, and he wanted his brothers on the same page. 

Y/N POV

You woke up with a start, like always. But when you woke up, you were confused about where you were. You looked around and the memories of the night flooded back to you. You couldn’t believe you’d actually fallen asleep on the infirmary cot. You were nervous that if you slept in the corner or in the closet, Marco would see it as betrayal. So, you laid down on the bed and tried to relax. Your mind was swirling with the events of the night, you didn’t know what to think. But your body overrode your mind and you passed out for a blissfully dream free nap.

Exam room 2 was across the hall from Marco’s office, so when you started moving around making some noise, he poked his head in. 

“Y/N, please join us in my office yoi. We have a lot to discuss.” You got up, straightened the bed and cautiously made your way across the hall. Entering Marco’s office, you saw he was leaning against his desk, with Thatch and Ace in the room as well. It felt like a trial, and you were the accused. 

“Y/N, sit down.” Marco gestured to the small couch against the wall. You sat, anxiously fidgeting and waiting for Marco to tell you what was going on, pinching your fingers all the while. Ace and Thatch were looking at you sternly, adding to the tension in the room.

Marco crossed his arms and began. “I have informed my brothers of your actions, and we are all disappointed in your lack of trust. However, we have some faith that you could potentially reverse this situation if you behave yourself. Do you remember the conversation we had last night?”

You nodded your head. 

“Answer verbally, yoi.”

“Yes, I remember,” you said faintly.

“Then you remember agreeing to let us take care of you since you are not able to do so yourself? Or, did you lie about that too?”

“N-no, Marco, I didn’t lie.” Marco was unforgiving, staring down at you while using his harsh words. You were trembling slightly, unsure where the conversation was headed. 

Marco nodded, unfolded his arms and put his palms on his desk. “Then here is what you will need to do for you to remain on this ship. You will follow the rules we set for you yoi. Your physical, mental, and emotional health is poor. We believe this has contributed to some of your issues on board. It needs to be addressed. Starting with - you are no longer allowed to sleep alone yoi.”

You looked up at him, surprised. That was not the direction you thought this would go in. Marco continued, “you will need to sleep with either myself, Thatch or Ace during the night yoi. You may not sleep on the floor, sitting up, or hidden away. You must sleep in a bed next to one of us."

You were at a loss for words, which Marco took as an opportunity to continue. “You have not taken care of your physical health sufficiently. This morning you will have a check up with me, during which we will confront some of your medical issues that you have been ignoring yoi. Furthermore, you will dine with Thatch at every meal to ensure you are getting enough nutrition. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Marco.”

“You are overworking yourself. You will adhere to a schedule, including rest times during which you may do no work.”

“B-but what if someone needs-”

“I don’t think you’re in any position to argue yoi.  There will be more rules later, but that’s enough for now.”

You quickly shut your mouth. You looked over to Thatch and Ace, hoping for a kind face looking back at you. But they were not relenting either. You would agree to just about anything in that moment, to get this to end. Marco seemed to be waiting for you to say something.

“Alright. I understand. W-what happens if I break one of the rules?” you asked apprehensively.

“You will be punished.”

Your face drained of color when Marco said ‘punished.’ You’d been punished before and it always ended with your blood on the floor. Marco saw your rising panic, and crossed the room to sit next to you on the couch. He patted his lap, indicating he wanted you to sit on it. You were unsure - wasn’t that for kids? But you haltingly got up and sat yourself on his lap. 

He pulled you close to his chest and said “this is all for your benefit yoi. We want to see you happy and healthy. Can’t you see that these rules are to help you? You can’t move forward with your life with us unless you move past some of what happened. We will never beat you or torment you. We only want what’s best for you.” 

“I u-understand.”

“Show me that you do.”

He leaned into you, putting his face close to yours. He wanted you to initiate kissing him - in front of the other two? Hesitantly, you put your small hands on his shoulders and pressed your lips to his. After this small movement, Marco took over, controlling the kiss. You whimpered into his mouth as he bit your lip gently and deepened the kiss. You were getting lost in the moment, when Marco pulled back. 

“I know you can be sweet for me, but can you be sweet for Thatch and Ace yoi?” 

Your face flamed. You’d had sexual experiences of course, but nothing like this. This was intense and confusing and emotional. You wanted to do what Marco said, but didn’t know how to continue.

“Go on, show them.”

With his help you got off of Marco’s lap on wobbly legs and made your way to Thatch. Once you were standing in front of him, he picked you up and set you on the edge of Marco’s desk. He gently opened your thighs so he could stand between them, closer to you. He smiled at you kindly and put his hand on your nape and gently held your neck. He pulled his face in closer and slowly ghosted his lips on yours. He teased you, never fully giving you what you wanted. You were panting, your eyes half closed, trying to get more of something, anything, when he finally pulled you in for a full kiss. You sighed in relief when he stopped teasing you.

The kiss was different from Marco’s, less demanding and more romantic. You wound your arms around his neck to gather him closer to you. You were really enjoying the slow pace - you felt like a little treasure. After a few minutes, Thatch pulled away with a regretful look on his face, still looking you in the eyes. “Ace,” he said, still looking at you, “you’re up.”

“Fuckin’ finally!”

Ace got up from where he had been lounging on an office chair and threw his cowboy hat aside. He was practically radiating excitement. Thatch receded, and Ace came to stand between your legs where he had been. Ace was unusually warm, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Unlike Thatch, whose kiss had been slow and sensual, Ace dove right in. He leaned forward, causing you to lean backwards until you were laying on the desk with your legs dangling off. He leaned down over you as well, resting on his forearms. “Best for last, huh?” he said as he turned your head with one hand and started kissing your neck. After being kissed so thoroughly already, this was just fuel to the fire. You couldn’t help yourself and you started panting louder as Ace continued.

“Those sounds you make are drivin’ me crazy,” Ace said as he finally kissed your lips. It was intense and passionate, making you feel like you had been set ablaze. As he was kissing, one of his hands started to make its way up your shirt. He cupped your breast and started groping, growing ever bolder. He pinched your nipple, which made you gasp.

“Alright, get off my desk,” Marco said testily, now standing near the two of you. “You’re messing up my paperwork. You can have more fun later. We all have things to do.”

“Spoilsport,” Ace said with a pout. He was still leaning over you on the desk but righted himself with a sigh after a final kiss. He gave you a hand to help you lift you off the desk. Grabbing his hat from where he threw it, he put it on, smiled at you and said “later, toots,” as he walked out the door. Thatch was sitting on the sofa with a huge bulge in his pants, looking frustrated. “I’ve gotta go too,” he said “if anyone on the ship wants lunch today. But I’ll see you tonight - you’re sleeping with me,” he said with a wink. He left the room and you watched him leave.

What had you gotten yourself into?

[cosmicterrorthe8th]

Wait weren't grant, terry, lark and sparrow locked in with willy for the whole month the teens were befriending Principal Pepperoni. And Grant and Willy were the only ones who could move. Assuming they are smart enough to realise they got stuck with a bogus riddle in a few hours what was the rest of the month like? Did they have an adjoined bathroom or what were they doing? Keagles?

I can imagine them all making a big deal about how they are not scared anymore and they aren't 12 and powerless but the kiddads and then something about Willy coming close makes Grant(the only reason I'm saying Grant is that he's not frozen) flinch involuntarily and Willy cackles or something. They argue obvi. Willy threatens the frozen ones like oooo I will cut your hair off when grants asleep, I'll mess with you cuz you literally can't stop it hehheheh.

Half the time Grants texting Marco I miss youuuuu I'm stuck in the airport and they are flirting they text cuz what else do they do? Are they calling the teens that if they want to trap them at least put them in separate rooms?

[formulapookie]

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Under the cut to read on Tumblr, here to read on Ao3 ch1; ch2; ch3; ch4; ch5; ch6

Les fleurs du mal ch7 rosquez, 3,2k words

The flight is not worth any kind of notice, the air inside the plane feels heavy, as if someone just put tons and tons more worth of weight on Vale’s shoulder just to keep him anchored to the floor and not let him fly away.

The hostess passes by a few times, asking if he wants anything, Vale barely acknowledges her presence, shaking his head and saying he’s ok.

It’s still half an hour to Barcelona. From there it’s less than an hour drive to Cervera.

God he’s really doing this. He’s- what the fuck is he even doing?

They won’t let him near the body, or the fucking funeral for that matter, let alone close to his grave.

But he needs to see him.

Even if it won’t be sunny, happy Marc he’ll look at, but this strange version of him.

Still in his selfishness Vale wants. He thinks he’s owed that. To see Marc. To look at what he did, because he thinks it’s a suitable way to pay for his actions.

He wants to be the one in the front row saying his last goodbye, wants to be the one carrying the casket, it should be him.

Not Lorenzo, not Dovi, not Pedrosa, not Alex.

If he could, if he only could, he would carry him into the church and from there to the graveyard all alone.

He’d cry. Beg for Marc to come back probably. But at least he’d be close.

Unbeating heart next to warm skin.

Vale doesn’t cry often, before this the last time he cried was for Marco.

God how much had he cried for him.

Uccio and his parents tried to get him out of his room for days, he refused to eat, or drink for that matter. He thought about staying locked in there until the same fate that got Sic got him too, so that they could still ride together in the clouds, like he said Marco to be doing.

Only Luca had managed to get him out, shake him from the dark and rotten place he caved himself a shelter in, and bring him back out, but it was a long and difficult task.

Marco, he. He never fully agreed to the version for which he died before. The one saying that the moment he fell and slid on the track without his helmet he was already dead.

No.

He barely agreed to the one publicly accepted, which is that Marco was there, 50/50 with a chance of never recovering and he just sped up the process.

The fact is he believed and still secretly believes to this day that he killed him. Ran him over, snapped his neck, and killed his best friend. Because maybe he would’ve survived, maybe he could’ve gotten better, maybe they’d have raced again.

For what concerns Marc there aren't even alternatives or sets of opinions about what happened, or whose fault it is, or if it could’ve ended in a different way.

He killed him.

And even if he did it unintentionally he feels like he did it on purpose. Revenge, what a sick fucking felling.

It makes you think and act in ways you didn’t think were yours.

He feels his skin itching, cutting into his muscle and he wants to tear it off, but doesn’t move in the slightest, he wants this to hurt.

Pain is a way to punish himself, though not slightly comparable to the one Marc felt, but it keeps him there, tied to reality and unable to escape the fact he hurt so many people just by being an asshole.

He thinks about the night after Sepang. It’s not a good idea.

He gets up and runs to throw up in the toilet, the alcohol and the few bites of food he’s digested are now out of his system, and he cannot think about eating anything right now.

The image of Marc standing before him, pleading and begging for a chance to be them again.

He remembers the almost-tears in the boy’s eyes, those same eyes looking at his souls trying to get a hold of it.

The image of them two makes its way in Vale’s mind.

If someone had walked in, he would’ve seen a 20 something kid getting his heart shattered, trying to pick the pieces up from the ground as Vale kicked them around, smirking with that sick fun he proved that night.

How could he treat the person who loved him the most like that? Leave him to the wolves as if it had always been like this.

Then a memory from Valencia comes up.

The one moment who revealed to him what Marc was going through.

“You like helping him uh? You sucked his dick too? Did you go to him and let him fuck you as a thank you for letting him win? Did he fuck you well Marc? I bet you enjoyed his dick so much given how you ran to me immediately after to suck me off”

“Stop it Vale please”

“Ah stop what? I’m having fun here aren’t you? Does he know how you like to be treated like the whore you are?”

Then Marc had thrown up. Those petals, horribly yellow and blue.

“I’m sorry”

But sorry doesn’t fix anything, doesn’t fix the hole in his heart shaped like a shot wound.

Sorry doesn’t bring Marc magically back and places him onto his plane, sorry doesn’t give him the chance to tell Marc he loved him still.

Sorry doesn’t do anything. It doesn’t even make him feel better. The only thing that could brighten his day is Marc’s smile.

Or a kiss from him, a hug, holding hands. An action that told Vale “I’m here, I’m here with you”

The only noise is the signal that tells him to fasten his seatbelt because they’re landing. No laugh, no “Vale you want me to hold your hand? I know you’re scared of flying”, no little yelp Marc did when they started taking off.

Vale never liked flying. Not private, not commercial. He doesn’t like lots of factors, height, pressure, danger, noise.

He hates taking off and landing most of all.

And when he’s alone he always grips the seat so fucking tight he had to replace armrests more than once. The jet company had told him he should be sure if he wants to have something so fancy he’s so scared of.

He hadn’t cared.

“Vale? Are you ok? You look a bit - a bit pale. Have you eaten? Do you want me to take you something from the bag?”

Vale shook his head, put on a reassuring smile and sat in his seat, Marc beside him smiling so much Vale though it had to hurt.

“Are you excited? For our holiday?”

Vale had gone overboard that time, something he never did for his past girlfriends, not for anyone but Marc. Marc. A shooting star that came into his life to stay.

He planned a 12 day holiday in the Philippines, just the two of them, in this apartment far from the rest of the world, where they could be just themselves without the fear of being discovered.

“I already told you amore no? Really excited, we’re gonna be in this very beautiful house surrounded by nature and near the sea for twelve days, and most importantly I get to have you all to myself for twelve days. I have already planned a few things I’d like to do once there, you know?”

Marc had blushed, looked away.

Of course he “planned” a few things as well, they were completely alone for more than a week, having sex is the most expected thing there.

And he really wants to spend at least two days straight without getting out of bed. Vale’s tension hadn’t worn down during their small chat, Marc could see how he kept on looking outside the window, and how the armrest of the seat Vale was on looked like a wild cat attacked it.

“Vale, are you nervous?” “Uh? No no I’m ok don’t worry baby” “You look strange” “No no I just am really excited about going there with you”

Marc had watched him again, until a particularly sharp noise came from the plane’s engine.

At that, Vale had shut his eyes and his mouth morphed into a thin closed line, even with his eyes closed Marc could feel the fear.

“Vale, are you scared of flying?” “No” “Amor I won’t judge you, but are you?” Vale opened his eyes, the plane was ready to take off. “Yes. I don’t like it” “Ok then uhm I can maybe hold your hand? To make you feel more secure?”

Vale also doesn’t like to ask for help, or make it obvious he needs it, but the way Marc was looking at him moved something in his chest, it made him vulnerable, but in a pleasant way. A sweet kind of it.

“Ok. Yeah yeah ok you can just-“ “Yeah I solemnly swear I will never tell Valentino Rossi wanted me to hold his hand because he’s scared of flying”

They had laughed, and Marc had brought him a kind of warmth and comfort he hadn’t felt in any other moment of his life.

Right now he’s alone. There’s an enormous emptiness beside him. An obvious lack of warmth and doe eyes looking at him with love.

Those eyes, God. How many times has he looked at them, how many times has he seen them open at the first lights of the morning in creamy white sheets they shared, how many times has he fell in love with them.

The memories are almost enough to distract him from the impending touch with the ground.

Maybe the plane will break, or crash. Save the others and leave him a carcass twisted below tons of metal sheets, unrecognizable at the sight.

Maybe this would be the right way to pay back Marc. Maybe just this could be enough. Dying of a horribly painful death, like Marc did. Alone. Cold.

The plane lands, and there’s no explosion or collision. Valentino is alive, and painfully so.

He never understood people who said they wanted to die until now. Because there’s something about thinking that it can all be over, that he can get away with it without having to face the others.

Lorenzo, Dani, Dovi.

They will be at the funeral. They will be on track. And they will know it was him.

The hostess comes up to him, tells him they’re securely landed and he can climb off the plane.

He gets up, a hoodie and a pair of du glasses on. Phone in pocket and some cash in the other.

He doesn’t need anything more, he reserved a car during the flight, it’s already there waiting for him.

He gets off the plane and in the car as fast as humanly possible, fingers tapping uncomfortably on the steering wheel, a tightening sensation in his throat.

He’s crying once again, at this point he’s surprised there’s even tears left inside him.

He stays there for ten whole minutes, then convinces himself he has to do this. He has to go.

He starts the car and gets out the airport, he doesn’t need a navigator, he knows the route by heart, him and Marc made it lots of times.

Once he’s twenty minutes away from destination he feels worse and worse about what he’s doing.

How will he even hide himself? Cervera is not a big town, and he’s not sure Marc’s family chose to have an open doors funeral.

He’s going there blindly, in the vague hope he’ll get to cast a glance at his body.

The graveyard won’t be as much of a problem, he can confuse himself with people who will want to say their goodbye. He’s sure he’ll find a way to sneak in, stay far from the family as he too mourns with them.

The town is packed, as he expected, tons of people gathered there to give their last farewell to Marc.

There’s flags,  cardboard signs, sheets, all in his honor. In the honor of the rider he was. They are mourning the icon, the sportsman he was. Not the man, the wonderful person he actually was.

And it hurts.

To them it’s an idol that died, an inspiration. To him and his family it’s a person, a brother, a son, a friend, a lover.

The square before the Church is barely noticeable, a sea of orange and red combing it whole.

Then he sees it, the side entrance Dovizioso in suing to get in. He can do it. He can get in somehow.

He squishes himself through the myriads of people waiting for Marc to come out, waiting for the men dressed in deep black to carry him out in a coffin.

But Vake knows they’ll never come out from the front door, no they’ll come out the side one, take another car with the corpse and go to the graveyard.

And he’ll find a way to follow.

He doesn’t manage to surpass the barriers tho, he has to just wait, wait until the function is over and he can follow them to the place where his love will be buried forever.

Once he notices the funeral procession, he’s the fastest he’s ever been, running back to his car and quietly following the one with Marc in it.

It feels shady, and it is, but that’s all he can do.

He parks fairly far from the spot where he knows they’ll place Marc, climbs down the car and makes the rest of the way by foot, quietly in the December freezing cold.

He’s lucky, he knows he is, he could’ve arrived too early, or too late, or be recognised and probably publicly executed.

The graveyard is gray, gloomy and unsettling. He can see Alex from this distance, and a priest reciting something.

He wants to be there.

He’s hidden behind a tree, a bit closer now, he can hear the sobs coming from the people there and the incomprehensible words said by the priest.

Alex is holding their mother, their father is just a few centimeters to the left, heavy eyes filled with tears.

Other family members gathered around the coffin crying as well.

Their colleagues stand a bit further, crying as quietly as they can, Dani especially seems broken, hiding his face in Lorenzo’s chest, while he strokes his back gently, Dovi has marks on his knuckles, red and blotchy.

He must’ve punched something at the news.

Once the person Vale supposes to be Marc’s grandmother moves out of the way he can see him.

Soft, pale and pure skin. Frozen, unable to move. Restrained in this position for eternity, It’s a sickening view, it’s unnatural for Marc to be like that.

He wants to come out of his hiding spot, under the soft and cold light of the December sun.

Walk to the coffin, say goodbye, say sorry, cry, beg for him to come back, then accept the truth.

He can’t think of leaving a flower, not with the way Marc died.

And now that he pays more attention he can see little flowers growing out of his mouth.

He’s heard of people whose ribcage got broken by roots and flowers growing out of it, and he’s glad Marc’s situation is not like that.

The unmistakably bright yellow being the only thing of his still attached to Marc.

He makes a small mistake, a little movement and Roser turns around.

He got caught.

Roser just saw him at Marc’s funeral and now he truly is doomed.

Vale begins walking away, wants to run between the graves and go back to his car. Once he’s almost out he feels a hand on his back. He stops and turns around, ready to face a blood thirsty Alex.

But he just sees Roser, eyes red and glassy.

And he feels even worse for it, feels like a fucking cancer once again. There’s hatred in her eyes, rightfully so, and anger, and so much pain. “Take the glasses off”

He doesn’t expect that, but it’s not a punch in the guts, so he takes them off. Icy blue eyes matching with the surrounding atmosphere, eyes Roser notices to be filled with so much more than she thought.

“Why are you here?”

Her English is tentative, broken, but it can transmit all her emotions well enough. Vale can’t answer, he wants to burn a hole into the ground and fucking disappear inside it.

Words are dying inside his throat, he just looks up at Marc’s mother to feel something close to that hate he has for himself.

And there is a lot of it. But there’s also - compassion?

Or at least something that is not just pure pain and anger.

“Rossi. My son loved you” “I know” “You not” “I did. I do now too. I came here to see him I - I’m so sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry”

The last part he speaks Catalan, which shocks Roser.

Valentino Rossi, the rider, the legend, the man who hurt her son so much is now crying in front of her, knees against the icy-cold soil of a graveyard, speaking her language, saying he’s sorry.

She would want to be strong enough to just leave him there. But this man is crying like a kid lost in the woods looking for someone to help him.

There’s anger in her heart, obviously, lots of it. There’s hate. But she will never not have compassion in her heart too.

The tears, the eyes, the words, they all seem genuine to her.

“estimaves el meu fill?” (did you love my son?)

“sì. no tant com es mereixia” (yes. not as much as he deserved)

“però ara ets aquí” (but you’re here now)

“ja és massa tard. ell és mort”  (now it’s too late. he’s dead)

“ell mai va deixar de pensar que hauries tornat per ell” (he never stopped thinking you would’ve come back for him)

“ho sento” (I’m sorry)

And vale just stays there, crying, but without a sound, Roser standing in front of him. And he wants her to do something, maybe call for Marc’s father, or for Alex, or the other riders.

Instead he receives pity. And a hand on his shoulder.

“Go away before they see you, if you want to speak to my boy you should go to Church, ask for forgiveness, ask for him to be well”

And then she leaves. The mother of the boy he killed leaves. Lets him go, as if he didn’t commit the most atrocious and horrible act towards Marc.

He gets up from the ground, dirt and grass staining his jeans, the cold has made its way inside his bones, under his skin, pointy, stingy. He puts the glasses back on, tears don’t stop falling when he does, the sensation of being observed doesn’t fade.

The ride back is monotone, gray, and silent. The radio doesn’t work, and if it did Vale would turn it off anyway.

He gets to a lay-by and stops, he can’t hold it anymore, he gets out the car and vomits, it's almost just bile, maybe some alcohol still, no food. The image of Marc laying like that is too much.

It accompanies him until he reaches the airport again, leaving the car where he found it, it accompanies him while he climbs on the plane and when it takes off.

It fucking follows him to the bedroom door once he's home.

[jixiani]

So I've been working on a thing...I had started a Marco/Bones in the Ocean comic a while ago, but ended up going back and scrapping it. I did a lot of reworking and was going to turn it into an animatic, but I still have way too much to learn about animation (not ruling out that it won't still eventually become one, I'm just doing out the comic right now because I need to get this thing out of my head).

Anyway, apologies in advance, our boy's gonna be going through it. Figured I should put the warnings on this before I get to the darker bits. If you aren't familiar with the song Bones in the Ocean by the Longest Johns, it's about survivor's guilt. A sailor who lost their crew sails out to try to join them. I'm not sure how to put content warnings in a post, I'm going to be tagging this but figured I'd add a warning as well that there will be themes of attempted suicide in this, but there will be a happy ending (or at least a bitter sweet one).

This isn't completely done, so it may be a bit between postings, but I'm going to try to get this out in a semi-regular fashion.

[cryingpariah]

Nemo wailing at the volume of a bellbird to announce his displeasure of how stupidly hot this night is after an already hot day. No, he does not care that he's down to his diaper and the fan is running and he has a literal fire burning on his back 24/7 that has literally never bothered him before. It is written by Cole Porter for the musical Kiss Me Kate. Aka, TOO DARN HOT!!!

Buggy (half asleep) removes a hand so he can get the littler clown a glass of water but falls asleep again after opening the door, prompting Nemo to disappear in pursuits of a cooler sleeping spot.

The kitchen? Too bright and much too loud with Richie rooting through the fridge.

The infirmary? Uncle Marco is somehow still working which means no snuggles which Nemo cannot sleep without.

Nemo drifts around, growing more and more uncomfy and irritated before he’s hit with a cool blast of air. He immediately follows it before landing in what must be an oasis in this dry desert. He swims about in its chilling embrace, starfish flopping back and forth. He looks over after hearing a chuckle.

“AUNI!!”

“Auni” just smiles and places the baby atop her chest for optimal cuddles. Nemo quickly begins to drift off but not before hearing…something else. Something he’s sure he’s heard before but couldn’t remember when.

“Goodnight.”

[insilanar]

Ok but who else thought it was cute when Leo made this face at Marco 🥹

That's his hero. He gets to stand next to his hero for his first world cup podium guys <3

[randompersion]

Watched the One Piece fan letter special episode, and IT WAS SO GOOD!!!!

I wish we could honestly see more of the MC in this special in the future, but probably not! 💔

Either way, I really love how jt went💗

The fact that the puzzles were being pieced together because of their love/respect for the strawhats, And when the girl found out that the Strawhats will "die", those said puzzle pieces broke and teared, disappearing, until she found out that the card she had accidentally stolen was the ship, and it was the weapon, she soon found a way to stop it and distract them 💔

I just LOVE everything bout this special, even the parallels with the marine brothers.. 💔

(I love the two marine brothers)