The engines screamed through the Tuscan hills like thunder in a bottle. Mugello. June 2025. A circuit steeped in glory, blood, and memory.
Marc Márquez sat alone at the back of the VR46 garage, helmet cradled in his hands like a confession. Outside, Pecco Bagnaia’s Ducati purred with the sound of dominance — pole position again. The applause of the tifosi rolled in like a wave. For Marc, it was thunder without rain. Cheers he used to imagine for himself.
He tightened his grip on the helmet.
“You’ve got the talent, but not the discipline.”
Valentino’s voice echoed in his mind , not cruel, just true. Like always.
There was a time Marc dreamed of being under the Honda awning, riding the same bike his older brother Alex had turned into a scalpel. Six-time world champion. Mr. Perfect. The King of Precision. The Márquez name was Alex’s crown, not his.
Marc had taken the other path. VR46 Academy. Not out of love but defiance.
But now, at 28, it felt like his story was still being written in someone else’s font.
“Two minutes,” a mechanic called out. Marc didn’t look up.
Across the paddock, in the golden hue of the Repsol tent, Alex Márquez was already suited, standing tall, serene. Eyes forward. Champion’s focus. The camera crew hovered nearby, drinking in the legend.
Alex didn’t flinch.
Marc watched him from the shadows — the younger brother, the unruly storm to Alex’s pristine sky.
Then, a familiar voice behind him. Low. Graveled.
“Stop watching him. Your race is here.”
Marc turned. Valentino. He hadn’t aged much, but his eyes held weight now. Manager. Mentor. Father figure. Ghost of Sepang past — a past that never fractured them.
Marc bit back a smile. “Can’t help it. The cameras love perfection.”
Rossi cocked his head. “They love a story more. You just haven’t given them the right one yet.”The words stung, but they weren’t wrong.Marc stood. Fastened his helmet. The VR46 leathers creaked as he moved. Bagnaia passed by, already visor-down, a silent nod exchanged. Civil. Cold. Like teammates who used to like each other.
Something had cracked during that race in Le Mans. Pecco pushed wide. Marc dove in. Rubber touched rubber. Marc came out ahead. The Italian press crucified him.
“The brat Márquez strikes again.”
“Rossi’s mistake?”
Pecco never said a word — that was worse than shouting.
Now, here at Mugello, something electric hung in the air. The paddock could feel it. Two riders. One team. No love left. And the ghost of a different Sepang loomed, not between Rossi and Marc, but Pecco and Marc. One spark away from combustion.As Marc walked toward the grid, the sun hit his visor just right. In the reflection, he caught a glimpse of his brother mounting the Repsol Honda across the pit lane.
Their eyes didn’t meet. But maybe they didn’t have to. Maybe the next story wouldn’t belong to either of them — but to the moment that would finally break the silence.
Genuinely going insane right now . I’m not gonna be home for the mugello gp this weekend ( my mom gonna watch it for me lmao ) SO OFC THEY HAD TO MAKE THE CUNTiEST CONCEPT KNOWN TO MAN KIND 😭😭😭😭 . Idk why I feel that this go gonna be MESSY ( Valentino I’m looking at u )
Marc better keep his ass on that bike or I’m genuinely gonna crash mine 💀😭
Referring to the post I made earlier this morning, do u all think vale played a roll in the way pecco , Marco , Franky or other riders from the academy view Marc ? Especially that now Marc and Pecco are teammates and seem to get along most of the time + plus Marco at silveratone and some small interactions with Franky
MARC ON ONEEEEE , why do I feel like this shit it’s gonna be the happiness before the storm cuz mugello it’s coming up 😭
I read not so long time ago a ff on here ( gonna tag if I remember the username) about Marc being a VR46 rider . Let’s say , what IF , Marc would have actually become on in real life , with everything still going on the same , especially the 2015 incident . Do u guys think that the outcome of vale and Marc would have been different??
Ok u all , ignore my editing skills, but keep this wonderful picture in mind for future use )
Anyway , it would be so crazy if that picture was actually real
Remember when I said how funny would it be if vale would handout the prize to Marc at mugello , someone did god’s work on ao3
valentino rossi is like if a cigarette wished to be human
Imagine a world where the winds of fate blew differently—where it was Alex Márquez, not Marc, who rose first, who burned brightest, who became the unstoppable force in MotoGP history. The elder Márquez, stoic and relentless, carved his dynasty with cold precision, claiming title after title while his younger brother, Marc, chased shadows and expectations he could never quite eclipse.
In this alternate timeline, the infamous Sepang Clash of 2015 never happened. Valentino Rossi never accused Marc of sabotage. There was no war, no fractured paddock, no great divide—only uneasy peace and mutual curiosity between the Doctor and the overshadowed younger Márquez.
But everything changes in 2025.
As Marc grows disillusioned riding in his brother’s colossal shadow, he shocks the racing world by signing with VR46, Rossi’s team, searching for a new identity away from the Márquez legacy. Valentino, takes Marc under his wing—not as a rival, but as a prodigy too long eclipsed. Whispers swirl in the paddock: is Rossi building the champion he never had? A younger reflection of himself, full of fire and scars?
But in this twisted mirror world, history has a cruel way of repeating itself.
When the VR46 team rises to dominance, Pecco Bagnaia, the golden boy of the factory Ducati team and Rossi’s original heir, sees Marc’s arrival as a threat—not just to his career, but to everything he thought Rossi stood for. Tensions brew. The championship closes in. Elbows sharpen. And in a dramatic twist of fate, Sepang becomes a battlefield again—this time, not between Marc and Rossi, but Marc and Pecco.
A shove. A stare. A controversy that will define a generation.