#bezz and marc are simply too compelling

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(I wrote a scene where Bezz and Marc talk about how they’ve never really had omega friends before 🥺) <-- if you don't mind could you possibly share that?

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Getting acclimated to Vale’s pack is an adventure for Marc. He has never been part of a pack with a true pack omega, and he spends days and weeks adjusting to the idea of it.

Even after he and Marco have reconciled, it’s fascinating to him. Marco seems to think the relationship he has with the team is totally normal, but Marc is sometimes startled by the comfortable way Marco seems to interact with all of the alphas in the team. It’s unfamiliar to him to see an omega who is so comfortable.

Marc is drinking his coffee and munching on a cornetto, quietly minding his business in the kitchen, when Marco enters and mindlessly tucks himself up against Vale, who is standing at the stove. Vale presses a kiss against his forehead and Marco makes his way to Migno where he’s trying not to break the finicky espresso machine. He does the same routine, scenting the other alpha. He doesn’t even seem to realize he’s doing it.

Marc watches him closely, and flushes when Marco finally looks up at him. Marc holds a hand out and Marco makes his way toward the other omega. He scents him too, and then plops down on the bench next to him.

“What?” Marco asks.

“What?” Marc repeats.

“You were staring.”

Marc laughs.

“I’ve never been around a pack omega like you before.” Marc watches as Marco looks hurt, and he shakes his head and waves his hands. “No, no. I don’t mean it in a bad way. It’s just… it’s sweet.”

Marco laughs, running a hand across his hair.

“Thank you?”

Marc smiles at him.

“I’m glad you’ve given me a chance,” he says, genuinely. “I’m happy to be part of your pack, not just to be Vale’s mate.”

Marco looks at him with his mouth a shocked little “o”. Then he throws himself at Marc and tucks his nose against his jaw.

“Me, too,” Marco says, muffled against Marc’s neck. “I’ve never been this close with an omega that’s not my mother.”

Marc laughs. There are very few omegas in MotoGP, unfortunately, and when you grow up in that world it can be lonely. He himself has never really been around omegas either, aside from Santi and his own mother.

Marc is so endlessly thankful for this. When his bond with Vale failed he had made peace, more or less, with the idea of dying unmated. He had Alex and his team and that was enough.

Now, as he spends time with Vale’s— his— pack, he can’t imagine living without this family.

He finishes breakfast and manages to persuade (easily) Bezz to nest with him on the couch.

“Are you not feeling well?” Bezz asks, when they’ve finally assembled something they’re both satisfied with.

Marc shakes his head.

“No,” he says carefully, snuggling closer to Bezz. “I just wanted to be close today.”

He can feel Bezz smile against his neck.

“Oh,” he says simply.

(And then periodically members of the pack come and coo at them but are NOT!!! not allowed to join them 😤 today is for the omegas, losers, go somewhere else)

(Also I realize I maybe don’t explain the pack dynamic well so feel free to drop me an ask if you’re ever confused. I could go ON about them)