#pecco/bez/marc

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helloo i absolutely love your abo au and i am obsessed with the marcmarc dynamic

i was wondering would you ever write pecco/marcmarc something like pecco being sad/upset over something and the omegas just comforting him, it could be just cuddles or it could be something a little more i think it would be interesting to see how marc and pecco’s relationship is like without vale there (we know marco and pecco already get along so well) also i think pecco deserves to get spoiled by two omegas

Rosquez a/b/o au, part ???

I think that marc and pecco deal with disappointment/mistakes similarly (internalize, internalize, internalize) so it would simultaneously be easy for marc to understand him and also difficult for him to deal with. He would definitely feel more comfortable having bez around to help!

Thank you for the ask. 🤍

Pecco is no stranger to criticism. He’s grown up in an environment entirely based around competition, and he’s used to looking at statistics and numbers and comparisons. Faster, faster, how to be faster.

No matter how much criticism he deals with, though, Pecco is always his own biggest critic. He is the one to put the most pressure on himself, even when his parents and sister and pack tell him to take a step back and calm down. It’s common for his mood to be affected by his performance, and when Marc joins the pack it’s one of the things he notices immediately. Even at the ranch, which Marc had thought was fun for the boys, Pecco can sometimes come away in a sharp mood. 

Marc also notices that Bez is the one most adept at handling Pecco’s big feelings. He takes all of Pecco’s sharpness and jagged edges that would cut someone else and files him down until he’s smooth like a river stone. It’s one of the many things that Marc admires about Bez as a fellow omega. It doesn’t even seem like Bez realizes he’s doing it. 

The race goes terribly. Pecco goes down hard, and while thankfully nothing is broken, he’s sore all over. He’s stewing in his anger as the rest of the pack wrap up their media duties and finish up for the day. The alphas check in with him, but it becomes apparent very quickly that Pecco has no desire to deal with any of them. 

It’s Carola that happens to grab Marc’s arm as he’s heading toward the pack trailer. 

“Marc!” she greets.

She sounds happy, which is still odd to Marc. He’s getting used to being liked by faces that he was too used to avoiding. He always assumed that Carola had a distaste for him, but she seems pleased that he’s joined the same pack as her brother. Marc almost feels guilty for assuming that she didn’t like him. 

“Carola,” he greets, kissing her on both cheeks. 

“Are you going to your pack?”

Marc nods, cheeks flushing. He doesn’t think it will ever get old, acknowledging his pack. 

“Can you stop at Pecco’s motorhome first? He won’t come out on his own and he should be with you all, not alone and wallowing. I am trying to find Bez but I think he will come with you, too.”

Marc blanches for a moment, stunned by the faith that she has in him to support the alphas of his pack. He doesn’t have time to tell her no, though, because she’s off with a toss of her hair. 

Marc does as he asks and goes to Pecco’s trailer, knocking first and then letting himself in. 

Pecco is sitting on the couch, head in his hands while he stares down at a tablet that Marc can only assume contains data from the race. 

“My pace was enough to win,” Pecco complains, immediately, without even looking up to Marc.

Marc knows this is a tenuous situation, and he hopes that Carola sends Bez his way soon. He has a distinct feeling that he might be out of his depth on this one. 

“Yes, it was,” Marc agrees, knowing that Pecco probably won’t respond to platitudes from him of all people. “You were fast.”

Pecco looks up at him angrily, and Marc curves his shoulders and tilts his head so he’s looking at Pecco through his eyelashes. Marc may not be offering platitudes, but looking cute and nonthreatening can’t hurt. 

Pecco huffs, and Marc takes his lack of comment as an invitation to move toward the other man and settle down on the couch next to him. He takes the tablet out of Pecco’s hands, having to pry his fingers a little bit, and then tosses it behind him. 

Pecco growls, but there’s no heat to it. It’s just a warning, and Marc has never been one to heed warnings the first time. He reaches out and offers his wrist to Pecco, who brings it to his nose. Marc’s scent seems to pacify him a little, so Marc takes Pecco’s hand with his free hand. 

“Let’s go to the pack room. Carola is looking for Bez and we might find him on the way.”

Pecco still looks annoyed, and Marc has to smother a smile at the stormy look on his face when they step out of the trailer and set out across the paddock. Marc smiles and waves and greets people as they walk by, a stark contrast to the silent and cranky alpha following him. 

They run into Bez right outside the pack motorhome, and Bez immediately relaxes when he sees the two of them. 

“Marc! Franci! Good. I’m glad you managed to drag him here.”

Bez climbs the stairs first, and Marc pulls Pecco along. Once they’re inside, Marc sets about making a nest for the three of us while Bez has quiet words with Pecco. Bez is laughing, which at first seems to make Pecco angrier but then succeeds in getting a small smile from him. 

The nest takes no time at all, and Marc happily tugs Pecco into the center of it. Bez slots himself against Pecco’s other side, and they’re all silent for a moment. 

“I was fast,” Pecco complains, petulantly and without the same heat and frustration from earlier. 

Bez makes eye contact with Marc and rolls his eyes, and Marc has to hold his breath for a moment to avoid giggling.

Pecco frowns and looks between the two of them. 

“You two are terrible.”

Bez and Marc shake their heads at once.

“Maybe we are,” Marc teases. “We have a sad alpha in between us and we haven’t spoiled him even a little bit.”

He reaches up and tangles a hand in Pecco’s hair, scratching at his scalp. He gives Pecco a gentle tug, and bares his throat to him so he can tuck his face against him and scent him. He scents Marc first and then Bez finally gives up on the teasing and bares his own neck. Pecco turns to press a kiss to the base of Bez’s throat and Bez purrs happily. 

“It was a good race, Franci.”

“Until I crashed,” he complains bitterly. 

“Until you crashed,” Marc agrees. “But you won’t next time.”

Pecco huffs, and Marc wraps himself tighter around the alpha. 

“It was the back wheel,” Pecco explains.

He launches into a pouty debrief, and Bez and Marc both relax. When Pecco starts to debrief, it’s the beginning of the end of his bad mood. He always needs to stew in his frustration, then analyze, then he can move on. 

Marc only half listens as Pecco rants about the race, and instead distracts himself by playing with Pecco’s fingers and making faces at Bez. By the time Pecco has run out of steam, he is much more relaxed between the two of them, and Bez and Marc basically lay themselves on top of him. Their legs all tangle together, and the smell in the room finally loses its sharp edge. 

Marc rests his head in the crook of Pecco’s neck, and he smiles against his collarbone as he hears Bez press a kiss to Pecco’s lips. 

“Love you,” Bez says sweetly.

Marc can practically hear the roll in Pecco’s eyes as he returns the expression of love. 

The three of them lay there together, relaxed and calm, until Marc is nearly asleep and remembers he needs to text Vale, who is back in Italy on business. 

Vale: good race ❤️ 

Vale: how is pecco?

Marc smiles, happy that Vale is checking in on their pack as always. 

Marc opens the camera and holds it out, snapping a picture of the three of them before Pecco can protest. 

He sends it immediately, and only moments later Vale responds with a row of hearts. 

Vale: I am proud of him. Love you.

Marc shows Pecco and Bez the message, and his heart swells with happiness at the relaxed smile on Pecco’s face.

[myrquez]

damn marc really said yeah the vr46 kids.. pecco and luca such good kids... who the fuck is bezzecchi

“Bagnaia, Bezzecchi, Marini and some others are very close with Rossi. Do you feel any mistrust, given what happened between you and Valentino?” “No. Every rider is different. I have a good, affable relationship with Pecco. And with Luca, also. We know how to separate things between us.”

[moonshynecybin]

You know how sometimes you think your parents’ friends are cool and you want to subtly impress them? That’s the Academy kids with Marc in the FCO AU to me. Sure some of them had listen to the Vale&Uccio nonsense from the second half of 2015 but 2016 and the time Marc spends at the ranch fixes that (and like, Marc is already a 4-times world champion, easily become a 5-times champion in 2016, of course they have to be a little starstruck by Marc).

And you know how sometimes in those years, we could the Academy kids coming to parc fermé to congratulate Valentino after he scored a podium? I’m thinking about them tentatively reaching for Marc as well, quick handshakes that might throw Marc off in the beginning before making him smile as he accepts them.

the thing is. if they never really had to sit in that rivalry for a long time and came into the paddock with a pre established love and familiarity wrt to marc i think MARC is the one being sweetgoofytouchy. think dovi era. cal crutchlow. scott redding throwing him over his shoulder. when marc doesn’t have his VALE SPECIFIC and INFORMED hackles up he can be literally SO friendly off track. like on track yeah he’s a killer. career priority one. but if he had friends that didn’t sanction him for his (insane.) behavior i think he’s laughing yelling FULLY climbing the barriers in moto2 parc ferme to give 19yr old bezz a full body hug that makes bezz EXTREMELY sexually confused. actually the second bezz feels like he’s old enough to loop marc in on his ‘joking’ homoerotic little plays (a la what he does with pecco) vale pulls him aside to have a CONVERSATION

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Hii guide to my fics <3

They're divided by ship, the link is for the tumblr post and on there there's the link to Ao3 if you'd like to hop on there and comment/leave a kudo :)

rosquez (vale/marc)

You bring sin into my mind (smut) Giving all of myself to you (smut+a bit of fluff) I'll commit your every scar to my memory (angst+fluff) Breaking the cycle (super short angst flow of thoughts) Looking for perdition (smut) Les fleurs du mal ch1; ch2; ch3; ch4; ch5; ch6; ch7 (angst, multichapter)

rossecchi (vale/bez)

Teacher's pet ch.1 (smut+angst, multichapter)

marcmarc (bezz/marc)

I never thought it would've felt so right (smut+kinda angst, multichapter) Untitled petplay wip (smut)

bezzquezararo (bezz/fabio/marc)

Drinking this sensation down like Prosecco (smut)

bezzetti (bezz/cele)

It hurts but if you're here it's worth the pain (smut+fluff) I get high on your voice (smut+hint of fluff) Moonlight kisses ch.1; ch.2 ; ch.3 (angst, multichapter) Don't speak just feel (smut)

margaro (jorge/aleix)

Hunger and denial (smut)

diggianini (diggia/enea)

Maybe we can be more than this (smut) No shame no gain (smut)

beznaia (bez/pecco)

Surprise (smut) Untitled (smut) They can only dream (smut) Keep your eyes on you (smut)

mignelli (franky/mig)

Juice (smut) Sweet sound of you (smut) Quiet (smut) See yourself though my eyes (smut+fluff)

valecco (vale/pecco)

Careless whisper (smut+angst+fluff)

bez/edo

blowjob brothers (smut)

bezmig (bez/mig)

Seaside (smut+fluff)

<3<3<3<3 hope you'll enjoy them <3<3<3<3

all the things I write, including snippets/ideas are tagged #alice writes :)

[djangari]

Tattoo AU (Part 1/?)

I don't know the word punctuality, so here you got the first part [kinda unedited sorry] - 1650 words

Bez controls his station once again, ensuring everything he will need is prepared, sterile and in the correct position. Then he spins his stool towards the clock, looking at the larger pointer and realises that not even five minutes have passed since the last time he has done this.  

“Have you not taken your medication today, or what is going on with you?“ Vale sticks his head through the door, staring very annoyed at him. “No, of course I have taken it!“, Bez protests. He surely hasn’t forgotten to take his medication- Has he? He notices his foot tapping along to the tact of Last Christmas. - Did Luca leave on his bad Christmas playlist once again? They talked about that!- No, No, he can remember eating and then taking the pills with tap water, because he was too late to go in the kitchen and get a glass. It was important to be on time today. His regulars know he tends to be late for a few minutes and they don’t care so he hasn’t had to change yet but today is special. Today he has his appointment.  

Bez nearly sighs, as he remembers the beautiful brown curls, the soft looking plumb but thin lips, the brown eyes he could lose himself in for hours... 

Vale snaps in front of his eyes to get his attention back. Embarrassed, Bez stares up to him, eyes narrowing as he sees the smug grin on the other man's face. This doesn‘t means anything good- “Why don‘t you hang up the Christmas decorations? I want it to look nice here in time for the first of December and you don‘t have any clients for the next half hour. I checked with Luca.“ Hesitant, Bez glimpses over to the big stencil. He still needs to check if the print was successful and if every other of the three spare prints is good as well. “Your client surely will love it, when he comes in and everything already looks great.“ Sold.  

Energetic he stands up and goes on search for the storage boxes. “Migno has already brought the ladder into the waiting room.“, Vale calls after him. Bez is already too focussed on his new task to answer in any other way than simply giving him a thumbs up, while speeding towards the entry.  

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Half an hour later, the plastic tree stands in the corner of the waiting room, overloaded with fairy lights and neoncolored Christmas baubles, the paper stars hang in the glass front of the store and Bez balances on the ladder, fighting with the quite ugly pine garland. It just doesn’t want to stay on the nails, where it belongs during winter times. With another frustrated snort, Bez stretches a little more, hopefully just enough to finally reach the last nail...  

“Just move the ladder”, Luca comments from behind the counter, where he stood the last five minutes and watched him struggle after saying goodbye to his last client of the day.  

“Or you could maybe help me instead of laughing, just a suggestion.” Bez bites back and goes onto his toes. Yeah, nearly there... 

The entry door swings wide open, and the bell Bez just hung up five minutes ago rings. “Oh, there you are”, Luca greets the new arrival. “I think you have to wait a minute, you see Bez is a bit busy right now.”  

Bez attention shifts when he hears his name, and he risks a glimpse down.  

There he stands... Those perfect curls, lurking out from under the red hat, nose and cheeks coloured in bright pink due to the cold outside, his slightly bitten lips hidden beneath the big matching red scarf.  

Bez loses balance and crashes down the short ladder, tearing down the garland with him. He lands onto his back, limps in the air, like a helpless beetle, and for a short moment the world blurs before his eyes. Black points dance in his field of view and cover most of it.  

He blinks once, twice, and then the world shifts back to normal, luckily without seeing double.  

Pecco- No, Francesco, he corrects himself- is only centimetres away from his face, examining him, eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Bez wonders how a human can look so pretty. Maybe he is no human. Maybe he is an angel, send from heaven to save him.  

Only after a few seconds of losing himself in those big lovely brown eyes, does he realize that he is in fact talking to him. “Can you follow my finger with your eyes?”, the angel asks him and moves said finger to the left and the right. Marco follows his instructions very willingly. “Okay, I think he might have a concussion.”, the angel says to a person standing on their right side. The giant sighs and grabs his head. “Of course he would manage to do that. Should we get him to the hospital?” His angel shrugs. “Would be best. Didn’t wanted to see my boss again before next week, but I could clock in for overtime and examine him. Quickest way to get in and out and additionally get the good drugs.” As his angel mentions it, Bez feels his head aching and pounding. “Why does the world turn?”, he mutters and moves closer to his angel until his head rests in his very comfortable lap.  

“Yeah, that definitely seems like a concussion. Do you help me to get him up?” Wait, what.  

Marco notices how his feet suddenly dangle in the air, without touching any ground. Confused he turns his head to look at Luca, who holds him close to his chest and moves towards the door. “Wait, no, we can’t go without the angel.” Laughing is audible, both from Luca and from behind him. Blushing, he realises Francesco stood behind him and supports his head, well now he also pets his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll come with you. Someone needs to drive.” Luca still won’t stop laughing. So, Bez raises his hand and slaps him on the shoulder. “This is all your fault. If you would have helped me, I wouldn’t have fallen in the first place!”, he hisses, his head now a lot clearer. “If you hit me again, I’ll drop you.”, Luca warns him yet giggling between words. Marco pulls back to pout.  

They stop before the door, facing a problem none of them had considered. How they should open the inward-swinging door to walk through. And then lock it up. Migno said goodbye over an hour ago and Vale also excused himself a few minutes after talking with Bez to ‘pick up a friend’. Everyone who knows Vale knows that that is basically a code for ‘Marc just sent me a message, I need to pay him attention’. But nothing of this solves their problem in any way, because the point is, they aren’t here. Luca exchanges a look with Pecco, holding a silent discussion with the result that it is best for them when he hands over Bez and get the keys.  

Before he realises what is going on, Bez gets passed over like an oversized toddler. However, any protest dies as he leans his head onto Francescos shoulder and stares into his wonderful eyes. “Angel”, he whispers and holds a bit closer onto him. Francesco chuckles and grins at him as if he just found out a secret.  

All of a sudden, Bez remembers something. “We have to reschedule. Your tattoo. I prepared everything, but I can’t tattoo you like this.” “This was kind of obvious. And it's not a problem. I can certainly free up some time in my calendar soon.”, Francesco calms him down with his beautiful smirk.  

“Ok, I got the keys and I messaged Vale, can you two now postpone flirting until later and we get going? I have another client in about two hours, would be great if I would be back.” Luca closes in from behind and effectively manages to disrupt the conversation.

Francesco looks away, like he has been caught being naughty, just the slightest touch of red on his cheeks, while Bez wishes he could murder Luca with his glare. But sadly, the younger man doesn’t care, he walks right past them, holds the door open so Pecco can carefully carry Bez outside and then he turns the open sign, locks up the store, before he sits down in the driver seat of his car and waits until Francesco has arranged a surprisingly now very flustered Bez in the back seat and got in himself. He adjusts the rearview mirror, grins happily, starts the car and the radio begins to play.

Bez groans. How could he forget this. “Let's make a trip to the hospital.”, Luca says and parks out, all while the Jonas brothers da-dom-dom-dom away.  

I can’t deny what I’m feeling inside 

Nothin’ fake about the way you bring me to life 

You make every day feel like it’s Christmas 

Every day that I’m with you 

[honeyvettel]

game theory | francesco bagnaia/marc marquez, royalty au, forced marriage au, part one

oh my god it's finally here, i'm going to throw up. huge thanks to @certainstarfishllama for the feedback to this madness. happy reading, i guess?

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I need moto gp moots guys pls

[screwdriver-and-souffle]

Bezz said that Turn 8 was still wet and he learned which line to do in order to not slip and fall looking and following Marc during the race in the cool-down room... that's where the urge to suck Marc off comes from

Also when Pecco passed Bezz at the start he said he didn't see because he was watching Marc and then immediately he corrected himself by saying he was watching Marc and Martin

[nemesis-nyx]

MARC IN RED MARC IN RED MARC IN RED MARC IN RED

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Heaven

A marcmarc fluff oneshot (1.7k words)

Pecco had won, and despite Bez finishing eighth, seeing his best friend on the top step of the podium washed away all his disappointment. Seeing his boyfriend smiling so brightly with his brother standing just one step below probably helped too. Bez couldn't help but shift his focus from Pecco to the Spaniard beside him, he looked perfect up there.

A few hours had passed since the podium celebration, and now Bez was heading out to celebrate the way he liked best, with alcohol and the rest of the academy. As soon as he entered the bar, Pecco greeted him with a bright smile. They hugged without hesitation.

"Feeling good, amo?" Bez grinned at his friend, who nodded, still on cloud nine from his earlier win.

"Andavi fortissimo," Bez praised. It was true, Pecco had been incredibly fast, beating Marc was a big deal, especially to Vale's boys.

They made their way through the building, joining the others and striking up conversations.

It didn't take long for Bez to get drunk, becoming more giggly than usual as he clung to anyone who got too close.

Cele was the closest, not minding the arms wrapped around him as he continued to drink, far less drunk than the curly-haired boy attached to his hip. Everything was funnier to Bez in this state, whether it was Vale coughing or a girl coming over to hit on one of them, he couldn't stop the giggles that followed.

As the night went on, the bar became livelier. Bez's laughter filled the room. Cele, amused by his friend's antics, tried to keep Bez upright as they navigated through the crowd.

"Hey, Bez, maybe slow down a bit," Cele suggested, chuckling as Bez nearly tripped over his own feet.

"Wowww" Bez groaned, his words slurring slightly. "Are you making fun of me for getting eigth"

"Oh shut up" Cele rolled his eyes, pushing him into a seat in a quieter area of the bar, not wanting him to get too drunk. The last thing he wanted to do was be on "Babysit Bez" duty.

Pecco joined them, a drink in hand and a wide grin on his face. "Looks like someone's having a good time," he teased, hand patting the back of Bez's head.

Bez frowned up at him. "Cele's making fun of me, this isn't fun anymore" The trio knew he was just being dramatic, this is how it went for Bez. Clingy, overdramatic, then sad.

Bez leaned heavily against Cele, his head resting on his shoulder. Cele's arm wrapped around Bez's shoulders, keeping him steady.

"So, what's the plan for tomorrow?" Pecco asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"Training," Cele replied, rolling his eyes. "Break just started and I can't even enjoy it yet."

Bez groaned dramatically as if he was the one scheduled to train, he had a week until his turn. "Do we have to? Can't we just stay here and drink forever?"

Pecco laughed. "Don't think you need any more to drink ever."

The night continued with stories, laughter, and more drinks, to Pecco's dismay. Eventually, Bez's energy began to wane. Cele noticed and leaned closer, having to speak louder into his ear to make his voice clear over the music.

"You okay?" Cele asked, concern in his eyes.

Bez nodded, though his eyelids were drooping. "Just tired," he mumbled.

Pecco sat down beside him. "Maybe it's time to call it a night. You've had enough fun for one evening." Bez sighed but didn't argue.

With Cele's help, Bez managed to stand up. Pecco took his other side, and together they guided him out of the bar. The cool night air was a welcome relief from the stuffy bar, and Bez took a deep breath, feeling a bit more alert.

"Thanks," Bez said, his voice soft. "You guys are so nice to me."

"Of course," Cele replied, smiling.

As they walked back to their hotel, the streets quiet and empty, Bez began to perk up at the thought of seeing Rubik. When they finally reached the hotel and made their way to Bez's room, they were greeted by an enthusiastic dog, who immediately bounded over, tail wagging furiously.

"Hey, buddy," Bez mumbled, kneeling down to cup Rubik's face, kissing all over the dogs fur. His excitement was contagious, and Bez's tired eyes lit up.

"Looks like someone missed you," Cele said with a smile, watching the joyful reunion, no matter how long the two were apart it was always like this when they came back together.

Pecco gave Bez a quick hug once he finally let go of the Pitbull, "Sleep well, Bez. We'll see you in the morning?"

Bez nodded, having no plan of falling asleep as he fell onto his bed, Rubik settling down beside Bez as he pulled his phone from his back pocket to call Marc.

The phone rang a few times before he heard a familiar voice on the other line, curls falling back as he rolled onto his back. "Cucciolo, where are you?"

"I'm on the way to my hotel, is everything okay mi cielo?" Marc asked, picking up on Bez's drunken state just by the way he spoke

"Come to mine?" He asked, slightly whining as he thought about being alone, now he was sad.

"Okay, I'll be there soon Marco" He confirmed before hanging up, he was about a 10 minute drive from Bez's hotel.

Bez waited impatiently, the Spaniard couldn't get there soon enough. He pulled Rubik closer, muttering in Italian about his boyfriend. Where was he? Was he close? Was he not coming? Did Marc not want to see him?

It was silly, really, Marc adored being with Bez, he was happiest with the Italian in his arms and Bez was well aware of that, Marc made sure to vocalize his feelings whenever he could so there was no need for him to get so worked up over this, though the alcohol wasn't working in his favour.

Having a dog like Rubik was great when Bez was alone, he could be as clingy as he wanted to the pitbull and he never cared, more than happy to be smothered by the racer.

Time passed by slow for both of them, Marc eager to get out of his car and hurry inside, knowing exactly where to go to find Bez's room, it was easier when they were staying in motorhomes by the track but because the two were staying in Germany a little longer than the others their managers made sure to book them hotels instead.

He soon reached the boys door, knocking three quick times before stepping back to wait for the door to swing open.

Like clockwork both Bez and Rubik shot up, greeting Marc with smiles on their faces. Before the Spaniard could even speak the Italians arms were wrapped around his shoulders, light kisses being pressed on the side of his face as he was pulled back into the room

"Hi, cielo, hi" Marc laughed, leaning into the touch as Rubik waited impatiently for some attention to be on him, too.

"I missed you so much" Bez confessed between kisses, pulling back to look at Marc, "missed your face."

He couldn't stop his lips from curling up as he looked at Bez, eyes shining as he examined his boyfriends face. Cheeks still flushed red from his activities earlier in the night, curls now frizzy from laying on his back while waiting.

"Did you have fun? You celebrated with Pecco, no?" Marc asked, looking away to give Rubik what he wanted, nice scratches under his jaw

Bez hummed, cheeks hurting because of the smile stuck on his face, he loved seeing Rubik and Marc together, his two favourite boys getting along. "Yeah, everyone went to a bar together, drank too much"

"You always drink too much" He responded playfully, laughing at the expression on Bez's face, he knew it was true but he'd never admit it.

It wasn't long before they ended up laying down together, Rubik curled up on Marc's left, Bez on his right with his head on his chest as if he wasn't nearly 10 centimeters taller than him. To them it didn't matter, this is how it went. Marc always made sure Bez knew he was his, his baby, his heaven, his Marco.

Marc's hand found its way into the Italians hair, nails softly scratching Bez's hair. He hummed contently, eyes closing as he focused on the feeling, something so comforting about the position they were in, they'd stay like this forever if they could.

The room was filled with a quiet sense of peace as they lay together. Bez's breathing started to even out, and Marc could feel the tension melt away from his boyfriend's body. Rubik snuggled closer to Marc's side, his warmth adding to the cozy atmosphere.

Marc softly whispered, "Te amo, Marco."

"Ti amo, Marc," Bez murmured back, a sleepy smile on his face. He felt completely at ease, surrounded by the two people he loved most.

After a few moments of silence, Bez spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for coming, amore."

Marc pressed a gentle kiss to Bez's forehead. "I'll always come to you. You know that."

Bez nodded, feeling his eyes grow heavier. He clung to the comfort of Marc's presence and Rubik's warmth. It was moments like these that made having to keep this a secret worth it. He was loved, cherished, and supported, and he knew that.

As the night deepened, Marc continued to run his fingers through Bez's hair, humming quietly as he gazed lovingly, Marc could look at him forever. Bez's breathing became slow and rhythmic, signaling that he had finally fallen asleep. Marc glanced down at him, his heart swelling with affection.

"Sleep well," Marc whispered.

The room was quiet except for the soft sounds of their breathing and the occasional snuffle from Rubik. The chaos of the day had faded, leaving only the serenity of the night. Marc stayed awake a little longer, savoring the moment and the sense of completeness it brought him.

Eventually, he too closed his eyes, letting sleep take over. Tomorrow could wait. For now, they were together, and that was all that mattered.

[grise-and-rind]

legally blonde but marc marquez is elle woods

[anitalianfrie]

please please tell me more about bezz uni student au that lives in your head

anon i went and opened the unibo nightmare site just for you, i hope you know this

first of all, small introduction to the univeristy system in italy: uni is usually divided in two segments/degrees: triennale (three years) and the magistrale (two years). this is true for the majority of degrees with some exceptions like medicine, which is six years and is not divided in triennale and magistrale.

bez either does mechanical engineering or something like. economics. and is a fuoricorso (meaning that he's been studying for his degree for more years than it should actually take). he lives in a shitty rented apartment with mig and pecco and a misterious third flatmated who bails on them in september which means they are in dire need of a new guy to replace him. Pecco remembers about a kid his mum told him about, the son of a friend of a friend of a friend, and scrambles to call him and ask him if he needs a place to stay. Luckily for everybody, Cele does.

so cele, nineteen and doe eyed, who's about to start his first year in uni (he's an engineer 100% i just need to decide whether mechanic or aerospace) moves in. and that's how it starts, idk yet about the rest but something will happen. angst will occour.

vale is the crazy professor every single one of them had (either physics or analysis or something equally crazy) and has an insane feud with marc who teaches his same course/is in his same department. rosquez craziness is never out of my aus.

bez goes around with totebags, is an active member of various uni associations and lives out of pasta al tonno (pasta with canned tuna) than he still manages to cook abysmally and things he heats on the pan (not the microwave bc the apartment doesn't have one) that his mum makes him every weekend when he gets back home. he doesn't know he's bi and living with cele (gay, out and proud. okay not really proud nor out but doesn't hide it. kinda involved in the uni lgbt association after the first months, asks bez to go scout it with him and bez almost implodes) sends him to the deepest pits of gay hell and desperation.

idk what the others would study yet tbh.

[forza-beznaia]

motogp as books || pecco, bez, vale and marc

[moonshynecybin]

watching this video from early in the year where they asked the riders to name their favorite battle/overtake OF ALL TIME and everyone has extremely normal answers except for our ole chestnut marco bezzecchi who answers ARGENTINA 2015. presumably cuz marc's ASS hits the CONCRETE

[myrquez]

i have MANY thoughts about marcs relationship with pecco versus his relationship with bezz (compelling in different ways!)

with pecco you can tell he’s naturally more closed off, and marc seems like he’s coaxing pecco out of his shell with him slowly! like very on pecco’s terms, very aware that how he acts affects pecco’s feelings on him a lot

compared to with bezz, who’s feelings on marc were kinda set already, and marc seems aware that if bezz is going to change his opinion on marc it has to come out of his own choice/own brain, he is NAWT going to be coaxed out! so he lets bezz make his decisions before starting to engage with him when he made clear that he’d changed his mind about marc

marc’s super media aware so that Could be playing into it, but i think marc is just good at reading people and has been pretty thoughtful about pecco and bezz because of their very close proximity to vale, and therefore more difficult to manage interpersonal relationships. the more i think about it the more i appreciate marc’s maturity, and just general sweetness despite everything

THIS! exactly this anon! thank you <3

i often joked about the fact that marc probably doesn’t even know bez full government name, bc you can tell how he acts around him. is he gentle and absolutely nice in every case? yes, but nothing more than that. if bez speaks to him, or greets him even, that’s totally okay. but he will NOT start any conv whatsoever. no sign of acknowledgment. ofc he’d be happy if he saw bez being nice to him a bit more day by day but it’s not something that he’s actually searching for. (i still think the fight they had last year is something that its not really easy to brush off… for marc, at least, def not)

that’s why marcmarc to me is HEAVILY on bez’s side. i think he has to be the one taking the first steps ofc.

with pecco is Sooo different, bc you can tell how marc always goes and try to chat with him a bit!, ever since the testing days. he knows pecco has always been the “moderate” one, at least compared to bez. i think he also came to respect him as a rider, eventually, and as he was entering ducati’s ranks ofc pecco had to be his reference if he wanted to be the absolute best. they both love going for some psychological warfare, something that marc is a master at, and pecco just learnt from the best during his academy days. their battles on track are the funniest and most entertaining thing for marc. and vale’s shadow is still THERE nevertheless. just a bunch of things that get mixed together, and that really does enhance their lore!!

ofc, this could also somehow help marc’s position for next year, as pecco wants the atmosphere at ducati to not get ruined. so, idk anon, there are sooo many layers playing a hand in their relationship!! very. VERY compelling

[djangari]

Tattoo AU (Part 2/?)

Its waaay too late, but here you got the new part :3 Happy Nikolaus (for those who do it) Hope you enjoy! - 2.432 words

A week later, Bez opens the entry door to their little studio. The bell over him rings and the first thing he does is walk over to the power box to turn on the lights, including those on the damn garland that caused the biggest disgrace of his life. He can’t help but stare at it for a second and blush while thinking about what bullshit he babbled the whole day. He talked so much, Francesco must have been so annoyed, it's truly a miracle he chose to rebook with him.

Anyhow, he assured him, still in the emergency room, that he still wanted to get a tattoo from him and that he absolutely wanted to immortalize the previously agreed design on his skin. A design that Bez is honestly quite proud of, as he poured a lot of time and soul into it.

Out of nowhere, the door bell rings once again and the door crashes wide open. „Don‘t be a daydreamer!”, the Valentino Rossi, world known tattoo artist, master of his art, and sadly Bez’ mentor, sings. Bez glares over his shoulder to the happy man standing in the doorway. Over his narrow shoulders another person peeks out, or rather a very familiar brown mat of curls belonging to a certain Spaniard. Oh no. If he doesn't wait in the car, that doesn't mean anything good.

“I thought you had to get somewhere“, Bez snaps back. “Ah, we have some time to come in and drink a coffee.“, Valentino answers and walks right past him with Marc as usually on his tail, never more than two steps away from his side. “Besides, you were the one who begged me to drive you, then you have to endure us for five extra minutes.“ “Begged is an overstatement. I only asked, because it's too cold to take the bike and Luca took the car for the weekend and hasn‘t returned yet.“, Bez mutters and closes the door. The bell rings.

“Yeah, because we never open on Mondays. Of course, he would not expect you need the car, especially if you haven‘t told him.“ Marc comments dryly and takes a sip of the fresh espresso Vale has handed him. “But you haven’t told him, because you don’t want to admit you chicken out every time when you got the opportunity to ask his childhood best friend out for dinner.” The Italian next to him chuckles amused, admiring the snark his lover is able to, when he has not consumed enough caffeine yet. (If he thinks about it, Bez would confidently guess that 70 percent of his day consists of staring at the Spaniard with heart eyes.)

Bez blushes and rips open the packaging of the cookies, which Luca commented on that Franchesco especially likes those. “Anyways…”, Bez turns around, already finished with creating a fresh snack plate, and checks the clock over the doorframe leading to the private rooms.

Each of them got an own room to decorate and to work in, regardless of whether they tattoo, pierce or both. Luca’s is the closest to the door and he mostly pierces small and ordinary piercings, so he is the one who usually handles new arrivals or cashes out, if Marc isn’t present. The Spaniard does the paperwork and oversees the books, because he isn’t really active as a tattoo artist in this studio at the moment, just as Vale. If he tattoos, he does it in his brother's studio. Vale only takes regular customers or designs works for the family, every one of them got some works of Vale on their body, even his small signature turtle hidden somewhere. Bez has his on his collarbone and it was one of his earlier, so he can confidently say: That shit hurt.

So, he has even more empathy for Francesco, because soon he will hang over his shoulder and tattoo his entire collarbone, actually the whole skin from his sternum to his shoulder and then his upper arm, to complete the beautiful sleeve Vale once started.

This is another reason why Bez is so nervous to do this tattoo, not only because he will have skin contact with a shirtless Franchesco for over eight hours, but also because there is an extreme pressure onto him. Completing the tattoo of another artist is usually considered disrespectful, but in this case Vale, his mentor, trusted him enough to continue and finish one of his most important projects.

He takes out the prints and silently hands them over to Vale, observing his mimic as he studies the design. Unintended he lets out just the smallest sign of relief when the smile doesn’t fall off his lips. “This is good, I’m sure he will like it.”, Vale tells him and gives him the paper back. Holding his gaze the mischief in his voice completely disappeared. “By the way, shouldn’t you start preparing?”, Marc throws in from the side.

Startled, Bez looks at the watch again. In fact, half an hour has somehow passed since they entered the store, even though Bez doesn't know how that could have happened. Hectic he nods and nearly sprints to his room, which is the second closest to the entry room, only to nearly fall over his own legs when he takes the curve a bit too tightly.

The Italian starts pulling out everything he needs and spread it on his table. Then he begins the annoying and time consuming task of disinfecting everything that is not sealed and sterile, slowly working his way through the utensils, while the two lovebirds chatter and bicker and work their way through their coffee stock.

Time flies by and Bez only focus on working quickly and yet effective and thoroughly. He wipes every surface down, multiple times, and is careful not to touch anything again and thus contaminate it again.

The door bell rings.

Bez jumps up, running towards the entry room. Only when he collides with Marc, who suddenly is in his way, he remembers their presence. Once again, he slips and hits the ground. Hard. Pain spreads from his back to his shoulders, robbing the breath out of his lungs. Panting and coughing, it takes a moment for him to recover. This time, Marc and not Francesco leans over him and snaps to get his attention back. Vale on the other hand is busy laughing very hard, so Bez raises his head to give him a frosty look. Maybe he needs to pull out the blackmail material again and embarrass him again. His ego desperately needs a dampener. However, the old man stands next to the open door- next to Francesco. Immediately, Marco blushes and wishes the ground would swallow him. How could this happen again?! Why does he always have to humiliate himself in front of him of all people?!

“You need help to get up or do you like the floor?”, Marc over him jokes, tilting his head to the side. Quickly, Bez rolls to the side and gets up all by himself, because he is a grown and responsible adult, thank you.

“Hey.”, he greets the curly haired man, does a small wave, and takes a closer look at him. Oh. He is wearing that hat again, oh no. How can he be so damn cute all the time??

Francesco answers his looks with an even cuter smile and waves back. “Hi.”

Bez realises he is staring. Oh no, he should stop. Look away, look away, what should he look at- The door? Oh no, it’s still wide open, all the cold comes inside. The counter? The snacks!

“Come inside, you can hang your scarf and coat up there!”, he signals somewhere in the direction of the guest reck and hushes over to the counter. Francesco does as he was told, so he has the opportunity to swirl around and shoot a death glare at Vale. He closes the door but otherwise remains completely unimpressed. Worse, there's that damn cocky grin again.

“You want anything sweet? Its good to get your blood sugar up before we start.”

“Oh thanks, but I just drank a whole bottle of cola before and ate a meal, so I’m pretty full.” Pecco replies. How can he be so perfect and ruin everything at the same time? Bez wants to start crying.

Awkward silence spreads again, only interrupted by Marc and Vales snorting. One day- One day he will have enough. He swears, he will pull the others on his side and together they will start a mutiny. What is the motto of the French? Down with the tyrants? Maybe he should involve Vale’s newest protege, the one who works at Marc’s place now. He should be familiar with it. Or were it the romans? Then he himself should know.

The silence still lasts, was probably even longer for anyone else except him. They have no thoughts cruising around in their head like little bikes around a racetrack.

"Should we go back and begin?” Francesco brightens up and eagerly nods. “Gladly!”

In the corner, Marc giggles and whispers in stage volume. “They better should use protection!” “He’s got ink-credible talent with his tattoo gun” Vale joins in, and both fall into laughter. “I hate you”, Bez hisses at them with bright pink cheeks as he leads Francesco right past them, begging everyone out there that they will never talk about this and that none of them will ever speak out those words in this sentence entourage again. Luckily the perfect man before him at least acts like he didn't heard a thing.

“Here”, Bez gives Francesco the print and enjoys the few seconds of their fingers brushing. He tries to stare at the other without looking weird, what will probably be the biggest challenge for today, and repeatedly sends prayers upwards that he will like it.

“It's great.”, Francesco whispers and traces one of the traces one of the red coloured lines winding through the piece with his finger. “It exactly fits the style of the old and also adds another touch to it.” He blinks at Bez, glazing upwards through his long and beautiful lashes. “Would you apply it?”

Bez stutters. In an instant, he loses his breath, he is completely blinded by the angelic face. “Of course.”, he gets out and turns around to get the disposable razor and the cream for the stencil to transfer from the foil to the skin. Then, he remembers something. “Uhhh…”, he starts very intelligent and confident, “You need to take off your shirt, so I have free access to your shoulder.” “Oh. Of course.”

Without any hesitation, Francesco smoothly pulls the long-sleeved top over his head and then takes it off. Bez can only stare at the skin that get unveiled, at the big chest muscles, the slightly visible six pack, the line of hairs running down his V-line, getting cut off by his low sitting waist- He looks up again- sadly-, before he gets to stare at his crotch and actually starts drooling. His cheeks get burning hot and he only wishes it isn’t too obvious.

“Okay.”, he clears his throat. “You still know the process, or should I go though it?” The other moves his head up and down, oh lord his pretty curls start flying around, almost dance in the air. “I still know what happens, so you can start right away.” Bez nods, out of fear his voice would malfunction, and lowers the razor to the skin. Francesco flinches back a millimetre and times seems to stop once more. Oh, how he wishes he could sit over him, touch him over and over again and watch him flinching because of his touch- No, No, No, work friendly thoughts, work friendly thoughts, he remembers himself and continues shaving the areas he will tattoo soon. After this, he gently rubs the cream in and then super carefully he positions the foil and presses it over the skin. “Just a second….”, he mumbles as he peels it off and critically examines the position.

“Look for yourself.”, he says and gestures towards the full body mirror in the corner of the room. Francesco stands up and gets close to his own mirror imagine, searching for anything he doesn’t like. Bez waits with bated breath for his judgement and its feels like a weight falls off his chest when the smile on his face only brightens. “Yeah, this is really good, absolutely perfect.”

Bez can’t help but to copy his smile, he feels overjoyed by the reaction he got to his art, and this is only the stencil. “You sure I don’t need to change anything?” Francesco looks in the mirror and shakes his head. “It’s good like this.” He walks over and sits back down on the tattoo table, watching Bez preparing the machine and fill the colour pods expectantly with an excited shimmer in his eyes.

Bez ends the prepping with sitting down, dipping the needle into the ink and then raising the machine, sorting the cable and making sure it won’t come in his way.

In the meantime, Francesco has moved onto his side and now lies perfectly positioned and stable. If he hadn’t already the crush of the size of a moon on him, Bez would fall in love even more. He takes another deep breath to calm himself before he rests his palm onto his skin. “Are you ready?” “Go ahead.”, Francesco grins and rests his head onto his arm. Oh, he needs to concentrate again.

Bez starts drawing the first outer lines, then he stops to reassure everything is fine and they are good to continue. Francesco only gives him a thumbs up, eyes already halfway closed. The artist chuckles. He doesn’t know how he could be so perfect, if this is a dream he wishes nobody would ever wake him up. “Please don’t fall asleep for the next half hour, we need to make sure everything is fine before you enter the land of dreams.” The angel on his table hums to confirm he has heard him. His brown fluffy curls spread around his head, just like a halo would. A halo out of curls, that is an angel he would surely pray for.

Marco lets out a short giggle, he can’t help it, not when he looks so goddamn adorable. Thinking about how he could maybe get his number if he finally dares to ask him one day, he puts the needle down on his beautiful skin and continues the outline to eternalize his art onto this stunningly perfect man.