Fics like it's always sunny in Tavullia

“Are you shitting yourself?” Valentino chuckles, face scrunched and perfect, when he passes a helmet from a rack and watches him fumble with the straps. Marc tries to look intimidating. Something in the back of Valentino’s glinting eyes tells him he’s failed rather spectacularly. “Don’t do anything reckless. I have a championship to win, in my timeline.” A beat and a dramatic gasp. Valentino, hand pressed flat over his heart, mouth agape in mock outrage, is trying not to burst out laughing. “What, do I look like someone who does dangerous tricks on a scooter?” Marc’s jaw clicks as he puts the helmet on, shaking his head. “You look like someone who would crash us into a cliff for fun.” Finally, Valentino lets go and laughs, his mouth one bit too big for his delicate face. He’s still laughing when he opens the gas with a flick of his wrist, the exhaust thick in the still air. Marc braces tight and hopes for the best. The one in which Marc time travels and finds out he's made himself a controversially young boyfriend in 1997.

Fics like it's always sunny in Tavullia

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