#bez/marc

[honeyvettel]

for the situations, 32. cursed/turned into an animal!

31. cursed/turned into an animal | bez/marc; [900 words]

(from this prompt list here)

after nearly two hours sequestered inside his motorhome, marco figures rubik could use the stretch. he had behaved—miraculously so. no whining when marco had left for the race, no howling, and most importantly, no chewing through the new leather couch. that alone warrants a reward. outside, the paddock is soft with the coming of evening, sun dipping just low enough to take the weight off the heat. rubik trots out ahead, trusted enough to be without a leash, earning him a generous handful of scratches from the ducati mechanics passing by. marco keeps himself busy by scrolling through twitter, pausing only to check the unread messages he keeps sending to alessandro. seven in three days. still no reply. when he looks up again, rubik seems nowhere in sight. “rubik?” he calls out. his chest tightens as he half-jogs past motorhomes, scanning left and right. then he hears it; a bark, sharp but muffled, somewhere to the far end, near honda’s hospitality. marco rounds the corner fast, and there he is; rubik, crouched low between a motorhome and the strip of tarmac, body bristled and taut. his tail stands stiff, ears pinned back, a low growl bubbling in his throat. “rubik. basta,” bez mutters, taking the dog gently by the collar. “fermo.” his open palm hovers near rubik’s snout and the dog lowers his head, retreats into stillness. “good boy.”

marco then crouches lower, peers under the edge of the building to inspect. there—tucked just out of reach—a small shape draws in the shadows. a cat. barely more than a kitten, really. its whole body trembles, wide brown eyes catching the faint light and reflecting it like marbles.  “hey, kitty,” marco murmurs, his hand reaching out slowly. the cat recoils with a hiss—soft, weak, but sharp enough to make him pause. marco isn’t exactly fluent in cat behavior; dogs, he understands: open, blunt, predictable. cats, though—they’re foreign territory. but even himself can tell the poor thing is hurt. now that he looks better, there’s a smear of red staining the fur around its right paw—faint, but unmistakable. must’ve scraped itself squeezing into the space. he tries again, gentler this time, clicking his tongue against his palate. “c’mon, i don’t bite,” he whispers. “come here. please.” the cat’s nose twitches; it leans forward an inch, sniffing at his outstretched palm, wary. for a second, marco’s sure it will retreat again. but then it bumps its head against his hand. just once, testing. “that’s right,” marco breathes, voice low. “c’mere.” carefully, he slides his other hand beneath it, cradling the torso with a slow, steady motion. the cat flinches at first, claws twitching against the pavement, but it doesn’t fight him. he lifts it gently, holding it close to his chest before it can change its mind. rubik starts barking again the moment he sees the cat into his arms, sharp and indignant, but marco shoots him a glare, firm, and the dog quietens. “ma che carina che sei,” he murmurs, voice softening as he looks down at the bundle in his arms. too pretty to be a he, he decides. so, she it is. her fur is mostly white, dappled with black and grey rounded patches. she seems clean and impossibly lush.  “oh, you hurt yourself, didn’t you…” he whispers, brushing a careful finger near her wounded paw. he shifts her gently and scratches beneath her chin, soothingly, and she purrs, rubbing her head against his chest. marco has never been a cat person, but like this— he thinks he might be corrupted. 

“oh, thank god.”

suddenly, a voice cuts through the air from behind—rushed, breathless. marco turns, squinting as the low sun flares in his eyes. there, fast paced and approaching come the figures of pecco, carola, and, unmistakably, àlex márquez. “what,” marco says, sharp and confused. his arms instinctively curl tighter around the cat. pecco skids to a stop, panting lightly. “you found him,” he breathes, half-laughing, shaking his head. “of course it was gonna be honda.” there’s a beat, and then alex moves forward, reaching for the cat. marco takes an unconscious step back, tightening his grip. “found who?” he asks, warily. a moment ago he was sure that he was as she. pecco stammers. “th-the cat. it’s… well, he is, really—” marco frowns deeper, lips parting. carola, still glued to the glow of her phone, cuts in without even glancing up. “that’s marc,” she says simply. “someone turned him into a cat, apparently.” at that, marco’s mouth falls completely open, caught halfway between a protest and a laugh. he nearly stumbles over his own feet trying to process the thought. alex takes the opportunity to slip the cat—marc?—out of his stunned hands. “yeah,” he mutters, stroking the cat’s head with a tight expression. “and i have a pretty good idea who might’ve done it.”

without another word, the three of them turn and leave, cat in tow, disappearing against the sun's blinding heat. marco just stands there, mouth still open.

[bezslutpiercing]

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)

marietti (luca/cele)

Money talks ch1, ch2 (smut/fluff/angst, multichapter) Enjoy (smut)

<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 :)

[moonshynecybin]

really interesting to see who is enjoying the new f1 style paddock fashion paparazzi walk setup and who is acting like a cornered rabbit or some sort of easily startled prey animal

[sebeztappen]

"marco bezzecchi could be about to break a record that's been standing since marc marquez came here in 2014" - Argentina GP 2025

[givemebackmypills]

[eobsinj]

✨ he wins 1043 days later, marc marquez is back - aragon 2024 ( twt )

[flowersofbuffunerary]

low effort motogp memes cuz im avoiding my school work

[kevotsuka]

ni siquiera es del todo romántico o sexual. Es en la forma de 'acabo de descubrir que esta persona, a quien he odiado y maldecido más de la mitad de mi vida, de hecho es un ser humano decente y que todas mis ideas preconcebidas de él estaban tan mal que ahora no se donde meter la cabeza'

Marc diciendo (parafraseando) "en unos años cuando madure se arrepentirá de haber dicho eso" y Bez borracho arrastrando su problema frente a cualquiera que este dispuesto a escucharlo y decirle "si, marc es el malo y tienes toda la razón" están causando cosas en mi

Mi cerebro se rompió no puedo dejar de pensar en bez/marc

[ray935sworld]

Was Franky even trying to find an okay picture (no he's the oldest son he's allowed to do that) cause ngl this could be a random dude wearing Vale merch

[moonshynecybin]

also reminder of last year when they asked the grid who the biggest whore on instagram was (most likely to post a shirtless pic) and for some reason these divas forgot fabio existed and elected marc as their slutty leader. and then he voted himself.

[sebeztappen]

i dont think ill ever be able to shut up about this brief marcmarc interaction so have these...

[givemebackmypills]

[chemistry-in-sports]

Pecco and Bez talking about the race while Marc walks awkwardly behind them

[m1tchgp]

My parents watched the race with me today and I’ve had to explain five seperate times that Pecco is NOT Marc’s brother. Marc’s brother is Alex, the one in blue. The one that hit him today.

[moonshynecybin]

absolute scenes

[sebeztappen]

HE LOOKS SO HAPPY. WINNING LOOKS SO GOOD ON HIM