#this was about the way bezz looks back at marc

[moonshynecybin]

if you have the time or inclination, can i ask what the deal with motogp/those boys is about? i don’t mean that in a mean way btw, im just curious and i love drama

i will try to be brief (1/4358)

SO! valentino rossi (born 16 February 1979, aquarius. italian.) is one of the most iconic people in motorsport, CERTAINLY in motogp. he's a 9 time world champion, your favorite driver's favorite driver, and is generally credited with revolutionizing the popularity of the sport by: a. being insanely good at motorcycle racing, and b. in general having a lot of fun about it. lethally charming and charismatic. all time active listening face. just a fun and funny dude that everyone pretty much likes and MANY younger riders idolize. VERY good at handling the media and his legions of cult-like fans. sometimes treated more like a god than a person. i was in the store yesterday and saw one of his themed monster energy drinks despite him retiring two years ago. his fun retirement activity is racing BMWs and running his own motogp team/training facility/cult for young italian racers. (this is where cele and bezz and basically every italian rider not named enea bastianini come from!)

so in 2011ish valentino had won 9 titles, and he decided to leave his current manufacturer and move to italian manufacturer ducati where he generally had a stone-cold terrible time. EXTENDED flop era for a couple years. any time ive watched content that covers this period everyone is so sad. so sad. anyways he GOES BACK to his old manufacturer in 2013 and is much more competitive. kind of just happy to be winning sometimes and be on the podium. 2013 is also where marc comes in. what could go wrong.

marc marquez! (born 17 february 1993, almost exactly 14 years after vale which i'm sure means nothing. also an aquarius. spanish.) childhood sports idols include: dani pedrosa, VALENTINO ROSSI.

marc carved his way up through the feeder championships until casey stoner unexpectedly retired at the end of the 2012 season leaving a seat empty on a VERY good bike for his rookie season. rocked up and was immediately VERY good at winning and very good at being a crazyinsane person on track that made people mad at him lol. hilarious habit of pissing people off via on-track crimes that i really enjoy. motogp riders are already crazy (they do death sport) but marc is famous for taking risks no one else will. basically if he's not winning, he's crashed out or he's maybe crashed YOU out. he wins the championship as a rookie (insane) and the next year's championship as well. heir apparent to the throne. sweet and goofy but is now known as one of the more reserved riders with the press. probably because of all this drama tbh. undisputed GOAT of acting like a slut on camera

throughout 2013-2014, marc and valentino had a good relationship! marc very clearly idolizes him and is like. bowled over completely with delight every time valentino looks his way. vale likes him! theyre buds! truly an endless well of pictures of vale explaining something with his hands and marc babygirling at him. highly recommend checking out @pgaslys every rosquez podium tag for contextual brain damage. insane times.

(IT SHOULD BE NOTED: before the 2015 season marc visits valentino at his practice track in italy, where they compete to break the track record and almost kill each other bc they are so pathologically competitive. APPARENTLY, marc showed up with some official mechanics and valentino was a little pissed off because it was supposed to be a like. fun thing. and to marc winning is the most fun! if you dont come to win why come at all! anyways marc breaks the track record and credits that to cooling their relationship a bit. good post about it here.) here they are that day:

so what could go wrong, right? WELL. valentino has a chance to win his tenth title in 2015. marc is on a flop bike and crashed a bunch so he's not in the championship conversation but vale is leading the standings from the jump, with his main opponent being jorge lorenzo. i think he really wanted that tenth, and dedicated himself to the season in a way he hadnt really ever before (he was a very effortless competitor when he was young. gym-adverse. king).

marc and him start to get into some scraps along the way, notably in argentina (where they made contact and marc crashed out), assen (where they made contact AGAIN and vale won the race), and phillip island (marc won. GREAT race available here for free). phillip island sees vale finishing P4 and jorge lorenzo finishing ahead of him in P3, reducing his championship lead by quite a bit. no real indication of any tension during these races, and they are asked about it!

this is where valentino's delulu era begins! basically, ahead of the next race (🔥🔥SEPANG 2015🔥🔥) in the pre-race press conference, he goes after marc, saying he was deliberately sabotaging valentino in phillip island because marc wanted jorge to win. in valentino's mind. marc wants jorge to win because a. they are both spanish (??) and b. it would mean marc has to win less titles to equal valentino's total. record scratch. freeze frame.

everyone (including marc!) thinks valentino is joking at first bc that is bananascrazyinsane. he was not joking. (it should be noted valentino STILL thinks this lol.) anyways marc is completely blindsided. he thought they were good! yeah they've been chippy on track but that's racing!! truly like. 22 years old and your friend (AND CHILDHOOD IDOL.) is calling you a snake in front of your face with NO prior warning to the entire motogp establishment writ large including your coworkers and REPORTERS. valentino wont even look at him the entire time. the press conference is available here on vimeo. excruciating gifsets of marc's very stiff bewildered PR smile found here.

anyways so. the race. marc is uh. pissed off. he's stuck to valentino like GLUE the entire time and they trade places a bunch of times. now marc is kind of famous for being a little asshole on track anyways, but its not like he's gonna get out of valentino's way and just let him pass after what he said in that press conference so. hand in unlovable hand <3. truly very fun to watch imo even with the sword of damocles hanging over them. marc is fucking on one the entire race and basically refuses to give valentino an inch until vale gets so fed up with his antics that um. well. it certainly looks like he kicked him. vale says he didnt, and that his leg accidently made contact with marc's bike. marcs says. he fucking kicked me. judge for yourself here!

so valentino gets hauled in front of race direction and penalized for the next race (the deciding race for the championship). he has to start from the back of the grid and it kills his chance at a tenth title stone dead. vale places the blame squarely on marc's shoulders and his legions of fans decide marc is public enemy number 1. him and jorge have to get security at the next race because of death threats, someone tries to break into marc's childhood home back in spain, marc's mom throws away all of marc's valentino merchandise from when he was a kid. vale says nothing.

but the thing about marc. is that he loves very hard and chooses his people pretty carefully. didnt really move out of his tiny hometown until he turned 30 and also made his baby brother move in with him kind of guy. so all this is not really enough for him to let go of vale entirely! 2016 is where the pain lives! bc marc is still reaching out and vale himself stays pretty cold for a couple years. they seem to faintly reconcile for a bit but its not anywhere like it was before sepang.

the real nail in the coffin is argentina 2018. another insane race where marc has to start from the back and goes on a rampage through the field and crashes out like three people. i cant remember. this race is also available on youtube for free its very entertaining. every five minutes marc does something insane. vale is one of the people marc crashes out and afterwardshe goes on a big rant about how marc is destroying the sport and is actively dangerous. marc goes to valentino's garage immediately after the race to apologize and vale doesnt even look at him. he gets turned away at the door after vale's best friend/assistant/henchman yells in his face1!!! and thats kind off all she wrote in terms of reconciliation

anyways that's where we are! they are both very much not over it. vale goes on podcasts and is like. in 30 years i will still be mad, im literally never going to get over it it was such a big and unfair thing and i think about it all the time like it was yesterday. and marc (lying) says as time goes by i dont even think about it :) and i care about valentino less and less :))) but yes he hurt me deeply lol. CANNOT stress enough how much this entire thing is now inextricably liked to both of their legacies. the two arguable GOATs of a sport had an epic fleetwood mac-style beatles breakup divorce and everyone wants to talk about it allllll day long including me :)

additional context! really recommend checking out marc's little docuseries he put out this year about his recent struggles with injury. he is so not right in the head and it goes over the valentino drama in ep3. theres also hitting the apex (2015) which goes over the 2013 season (marc's rookie season) and is a really good introduction to all the major players at the time. its like less than 2 hrs long so its not too much of a commitment

also recommend following scholars @babynflames, @its-always-silly-season, @baking-soda, and @f1vegas as well as many others im forgetting rn bc its 2am!

[formulapookie]

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under the cut to read on Tumblr, here to read on Ao3 (thank you @thesunthemoonthestarstheearth for being my beta reader)

Written in the stars rosquez, 4.5k words

It's sunny in Romagna today, but not the bothersome heated sunny day that gets you irritated.

It’s still fresh, a light breeze breathing, letting a chill temperature on all the guests.

People are seated, they’re talking, some more some less, who has a more hushed tone, who has raised their voice already.

Vale is anxious. He’s sweating a bit under the collar of the shirt, his fingers are twisting around one another, he can’t seem to stay still.

Luca gets a hand on his shoulder, it relaxes him a bit, but he’s still tense as a branch.

He can see many of his friends and family, even Graziano is there.

Marta with her and Luca’s kid is looking at him with pride in her eyes, as are Migno, Franky and Cele, giving him a thumbs up as they notice his stress levels spiking.

Uccio is not there, and he gets that, but still, it hurts a bit.

“Vale,” it’s Pecco’s voice calling him from a bit behind, he turns, meeting eyes with the boy “relax, it’s all going to be perfect” Vale nods, smiles, even if he can’t help looking at his left every three seconds with anticipation.

The location is really pretty, the trees cover the space and offer some repair from sunlight, and cool it down a little.

He hears Bezz and Pecco laughing about something, he snaps his head back, admonishing them with a gaze, and the two shut up, even if they still have a smug grin on their faces.

“Why am I so anxious Luca? Ooh God, I’m gonna die” he turns towards his brother, who has an understanding smile on, and grabs him by the shoulders.

“Vale. Pecco said it already, we all told you like fifty times this week only. It’s going to be perfect ok? This right here is destiny, fate, call it whatever you want. It’s all good, I checked it thousands of times.

Don’t worry Vale, really.”

He does a quick work of calming himself down, breathing in out, in out, in out.

Slowly, each breath is taken and released as if it’s the last.

His nails have now scratched his palms way more than usual, he feels the skin hot and sweaty under his own fingers.

His mind shuts up when he hears music starting to raise, voices dissolving and even the wind seemingly quieting down.

He breathes robotically again. In, out. In, out.

And then his thoughts become only one. Marc.

He’s walking with Julia down the short carpet leading them to the altar, the quartet of strings they booked playing a soft tune they came to love while spending time at the Ranch.

Marc is smiling so bright, it’s blinding., Hhe’s got his gaze fixated on Vale, who can’t keep a straight face and begins crying.

He can’t help it, he’s so beautiful, radiant, he seems like a god or an ethereal creature from some fantasy book written in the past.

He’s dressed in all white, light as a cloud and bright like snow, reflecting the sun. Vale feels like he could write poems about him right now.

Marc is crying a little too, but Vale is unbeatable, he can barely see the love of his life through all the tears he’s shedding.

“You are perfect” he mouths to Marc, who blushes and smiles ever broader than before “you too”.

They are lost in each other’s eyes, the officiant begins speaking, and after a ritual introduction asks the two to read out their vows.

Marc begins, his voice and hands trembling, he’s speaking in Italian the whole time, Vale smiles, he’s truly found the best love he could ask for.

He talks about the beauty of sharing so much together, of the light he had when he first met Valentino, of the fact they struggled, not referring directly to the wound it left.

He talks about how they overcame the many difficulties of being who they were, of their undying love that has always been greater than whatever obstacle they were put through, by themselves or others.

Vale and Marc aren’t the only ones crying, most people have tears in their eyes, Bezz is trying to keep his composure but he’s sniffing like those are his own vows.

Then it’s Vale’s turn.

He hesitates for a moment, his voice is caught up in his throat. 

But then he looks at Marc, to him, perfection made human.

And everything is calm. Tthere’s only love and joy in his heart.

His whole speech is written in Ccatalan, he’s revised it with Alex millions of times to make sure everything was how it should be. Perfect.

“Marc, I didn't think I would’ve ever seen you like this after what we went through, after the pain I dragged us both through as if I didn't care about you, about us.

But this moment, imagining and playing out in my head the day when I would’ve called you mine forever got me going, it gave me hope and made me take the step forward to come to you and tell you I was sorry, for everything I did and for every lie I believed or convinced myself of.

Not even when I said it have I ever meant I hated you, because it’s just impossible to feel that towards you” 

He stops for a bit, catching his breath, Marc is smiling like a baby, Alex has a proud look on his face, and he can hear Bezz crying as quietly as he can behind his brother and Pecco.

“I am sure nothing I’ll ever say will truly make you or anyone else understand what I feel for you, my love for you is just impossible to be spoken of, there are no words in any language I could think of to make you understand.

I want to give you the best life you can dream of, because that’s what you deserve.

I can’t say I’ll be perfect and that we will never argue but I will try to be the best for you because I know you’ve already done that all your life for me, and there’s no right compensation for it except doing the same.

Thank you, for always forgiving me, even when I was unforgivable, even when I made you feel like I hated you.

In the end the only thing I can truly say about you is that I love you, and that we will do and struggle through everything together, no matter what happens, because you are the love of my life and I could never think of anyone better than you to share my life with.

You made me believe in love and forever again”

And it’s cheesy, it’s unlikely for Vale to say those things many people wouldcould think.

But in reality it’s just a part of Vale that only Marc could find, clean from the dust it had fallen under, and bring back to life.

Vale is crying, smiling and just looking at Marc like nothing else exists in that moment, and Marc is doing the same.

The officiant asks them to take each other as spouses, and cherish each other always.

Both say I do.

Both are filled with love for each other.

The guests start clapping as the two finally kiss as husbands, the academy boys are all smiling, as are Alex and Dani and Jorge, the last two turning towards each other with honey in their eyes.

After a few hours they’re all at the reception, Vale and Marc seated beside one another, their hands have never broken their hold., Tthey thank everyone for coming there and Vale finally gives the go for food and drinks to flow in.

All the guests cheer, Marc and Vale chat, looking at all their friends happy smiles and laughing

And then they look at each other for the thousandth time that day, Marc has a blush coming up his neck and painting his ears red too, in heavy contrast with the candid white of his suit and smile.

“15 years since we met and still you blush like the first time I told you you were beautiful.” Vale says it nonchalantly, a fond smile painted on his face, planting a chaste kiss on Marc’s lips, smiling in the kiss.

A slightly tipsy Bezz yells from the groomsmen table to “go get a room, we’ve had plenty of you at the Ranch!”, making Marc blush even more and Vale kill his kid with a stare that could cut glass.

Bezz is also admonished by Cele, who’s laughing with him though, Bezz almost spilling the wine he’s served.

The setting of their reception is very cute, hints of blue and yellow for Vale and Red and orange for Marc, not too heavy in contrast but still evident to the eye.

They've gone beyond what they could think of and brought their bikes there too, Vale the M1 with which he won his 2004 championship, for Marc it was the 2013 one, the bike that made him a legend.

They’re placed beside their table, and even when Celin had said it was the cringiest shit they could come up with, they still went for it.

It was their wedding after all, no one else’s.

Sure, they’ve given their blessing to one of the academy boys to propose, but just because they knew that they were gonna be the center of the day anyway.

It doesn’t take long before they are asked to go dance, and it’s now Vale’s turn of being embarrassed.

Marc knows how to dance, hell Marc knows how to do everything at this point. Had he asked him “Can you draw exactly like Leonardo Da Vinci?” he probably could.

Vale on the other hand can barely get two movements right in a row, despite having Marc teach him every move and how to do them correctly.

They dance for a bit, then signal to the others to all flood to the dance floor, and the music changes, going more for a party/dance style which they didn’t let Bezz have a say in., Abecause as Vale said “I don’t want your depressing music playing at my wedding, reserve it for when you think your boyfriend wouldn’t love you if you were a worm.”.

Dickhead.

They are surrounded by love, they are love and in love, continuously kissing each other and never interrupting their smiles.

“Amore mio” calls Vale, and Marc jerks his head towards him with the speed of light “Mh?”. “Ti amo” like he hasn’t said that three thousand times already.

But Marc can’t help smiling at him, it’s so pure, sincere and bright he can’t possibly not smile.

“Jo també”. Vale loves Marc’s accent, how he speaks both in his native language and in Italian. It’s so cute, it makes him feel trusted when Marc speaks catalan, it feels like family.

They get up to dance again, together with the guests, looking at Pedrosa and Lorenzo who are talking to each other like they’re the only ones in the room, asking themselves how long it’ll take the two Spaniards to understand they’re disgustingly in love and should marry right now.

After a while it’s Luca’s turn as Vale’s best man to make a speech.

It’s not too long, filled with small details from their life all together at the Ranch and the strength they had to go on despite everything, and wishing them the best about their future.

Alex, acting as Marc’s best man, gives a similar speech, a bit more focused on Marc’s difficult times when Vale wasn’t there, but otherwise praising the older as much as he could.

They all toasted to the perfect couple they had there, some still not believing they were actually married now, not just in their imagination as it always would’ve been.

Bezz and Celin were dancing a lot, especially the more romantic songs Marc managed to slide into the playlist to force Vale to dance with him.

It soon comes the time to cut the cake, it’s a classic white three tiers cake, but it's decorated with one of the best moments in the couple’s life.

It’s the moment in which, back in 2013, Vale had taken Marc’s hand and almost bowed to him after his first victory in MotoGP, it has both men smiling, thinking of how long ago it was now, 15 years after their first podium together, Marc still a kid worshiping Vale and Vale beginning to break to the idea he could be a real one. 

Again, when they had told the academy, Celin had frowned and said it was once again embarrassing, but the pair had shut him down once more., Iit was their moment, the kid hadn’t lived it through like they did, they didn’t hold it against him.

They cut the cake, Vale playfully steals a bit of whipped cream and puts it on Marc’s nose and lips, Marc doing the same., Iit’s so corny and Mig makes the gag sound making the boys laugh , but ultimately they shut up when they see the love in their friend’s and his now finally husband’s eyes.

Once the cake is takenbrought away Marc decides to go for the throw of the flower bouquet, Vale is already smiling, they’re doing it for one person and one person only.

There’s the countdown and when it hits zero Marc makes the quickest sprint of his life to leave it in the hands of a shocked curly boy who stands with his mouth agape.

Aas Celin turns to his side Bezz is there, a hint of a tear in his eyes, a bit red from wine and all the dances they had together, he’s looking at him with his stupid smile on his face, kneeling, with a small wooden box holding a pretty ring, not nearly as shiny or bold as the one Vale got for Marc but once again, he’s not a millionaire like his boss.

He asks the question with a trembling voice, Pecco and the whole academy waiting with more anxiety than anyone else.

“I- oh my god Bezz I didn’t- yeah yeah of course what yes I want to marry you I- kiss me come on”

Celin stutters through the entire time he speaks., Hhe just can’t believe he got proposed to, like yeah they’ve talked about it., Hhaving a wedding on the track, he’d looked it up, you can do it, then a few laps alone around the circuit just for the two of them and the beautiful view of the sunset on a track they love. 

But being proposed to for real was just…perfect.

Bezz smiles, raising from the ground and putting the ring on his boyfriend’s finger, kissing him softly.

Behind them, Pecco uncorks the Prosecco bottle they reserved for the occasion, spraying the two as if they were on a podium.

Luckily they were smart enough to have a change of clothes, so they gowent to grab them and come back clean, but obviously it took a bit more than it should, celebrating privately must feel great, especially after you’ve just been proposed to. 

Marc and Vale would know something about it for sure.

When Vale proposed it wasn’t a romantic date at the beach, or at a fancy restaurant, or in any elegant city in Europe where the two went on holiday to.

It should’ve been like that, Vale had planned it.

A trip to Capri, the sunset on the sea, his yYacht stalled somewhere fairly far from the shore to have their privacy, two flutes of Prosecco and the marine breeze. 

But instead the proposal had coame in a rush, in a peak of adrenaline and happiness.

At the Ranch, only the two of them present, racing together, trying to beat each other like they always did.

Marc winning, dirtbikes crossing the line with less than a tenth difference, Marc laughing, taking off his helmet and smiling at Vale so kindly he thought it was heaven.

And it just struck him, the beauty and perfection of the one person he always knew was tied to his soul in ways no one else ever could dream of.

So Vale slowly removed his helmet, panting, looking at Marc with a love so pure in his eyes he didn’t even recognise himself.

“Marry me.” it wasn’t even a question, he could fear his ears ringing, time seemingly sitting still for a moment so long it could’ve been eternity., Tthe only thing he could hear was the blood running through his veins, his heart beatingpulsing.

Vale climbed off the bike, removed his gloves and unceremoniously threw them to the ground, taking a speechless Marc still gloved hands in his.

“Marry me.” he repeated it, he needed to do it, he needed Marc to hear it again, to have him realize he actually had asked him to be together their whole life.

“Vale are you- are you” he had tears in his eyes, he never thought the day would’ve come, not with Vale’s insecurity about marriage, not with lots of things going on all at the same time.

“You are really asking me to marry you? You-” and he started to cry, holding Vale tightly in his arms, sobbing and laughing, his laugh mixing with the tears he was shedding.

“Yes. Yes yes yes yes I will marry you!” and Vale was the happiest he had ever been, he was crying too, relief taking over the fear he felt when Marc didn’t respond right away.

“Te amo, Marc. Te amo te amo te amo!” and the kiss they shared was charged with of devotion and promises, love and forever, both of them laughing in the kiss, their bodies glued together.

“I-I should’ve proposed in two weeks, in Capri. Marc I had it all planned I- it was perfect and romantic and instead I just proposed to you wearing dirt-stained leathers at my- our Ranch sorry I wanted it to be perfect I really planned it.”

Marc smiled, so brightly it seemed unreal.

“Vale. I love the idea you had, but you proposing here it’s just as perfect as Capri, I don’t care for expensive or romantic or anything else.

This right here was perfect, in our Ranch, I would marry you even if you asked me while watching your stupid movies or while we fix the bikes.

Ti amo Vale, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you”

Then they had shared a slow and romantic night, cooking, baking, smiling, making love, falling asleep with the knowledge of a promise.

Marc snaps out the memory when he feels Vale’s body against his, hands intertwining, his husband’s chin on his shoulder, slow dancing at a tune that has all the couples hold each other a bit tighter, their heartbeats becoming closer, their souls touching.

 The rest of the reception is spent between dancing and laughing, a short video projected on the room’s wall featuring moments Marc and Vale shared: holidays, trips, races, podiums.

Marc is smiling, blushing at the pictures during the time they both raced, you could see from kilometers away the love in his eyes when looking at Vale.

As if summoned from his thoughts Vale leans closer to him, and whispers in his ear with a grin.

“I had a few more pictures of you in my phone but I don’t think they’d fit the romantic atmosphere we’re creating here” and that only makes him blush more, kicking the man lightly.

By the time the clock hits three in the morning, people are leavinggoing away, Bezz and Cele disappeared a few more times during the party, always coming back a bit flushed., Tthey were also the last to say goodbye to the couple, Bezz thanking them both for helping him propose, Cele doing the same.

And that way Vale and Marc were the last left in the room, music playing softly in the background, lights dimmed and their eyes shining with love.

Vale holds out his hand, Marc does the same, they reach the center of the room and start dancing, only for themselves, glued to one another, the tune from their wedding opening creating an atmosphere it’s only theirs.

“Ti amo” Marc says, his forehead on Vale’s shoulder, Vale’s on Marc’s.

“Jo també amor meu”.

They stay like this for a while, until Marc suggests they head back to their hotel.

They have two beautiful bikes waiting for them outside, white livery, the writing “just married” on both of them.

They ride tountil the hotel, park their bikes and go inside holding hands, Marc is rubbing his wedding ring, smiling like a child.

Marc goes to climb the stairs but lets out a surprised yelp when Vale takes him in his arms, bridal style and carries him up.

“You’re my husband now, need to have some chivalry, no?”

It makes Marc laugh, one of those laughs that could brighten up your darkest day.

He throws his hands around Vale’s neck, still laughing until they reach their room, a beautiful suite decorated for them.

They struggle a bit to get in, because Vale doesn’t want to let go of Marc despite it making getting into the room extremely difficult, but when thewy do and Vale kicks the door shut Marc’s breath is caught in his throat.

Rose petals scattered lovingly on the floor, leading to the enormous king sized bed Vale insisted on having.

As they reach it Vale gently lies Marc on it, pressing a deep and gentle kiss on his mouth, joy sparkling like fireworks between them.

“Vale?” 

“Si?” 

“Make love to me”

And the kiss they share is magical.

Intense, mouths finding each other like they were starving for their touch, charged with devotion and promises, love and forever, just like back at the Ranch.

Vale’s hands find the buttons of Marc’s shirt, slowly undoing them, no rush or thrill of adrenaline chasing after them, just the intimacy of them two finally tied together.

Marc does the same, unbuttoning Vale’s shirt, his fingers almost trembling with longing.

They remove their clothes, lips almost never breaking away.

They’re finally both naked, Marc layslaid on the bed, his legs parted, Vale hovering over him, leaving caring open mouth kisses on his husband’s jaw and neck, making him moan softly at the action.

“Vale” it sounds like a prayer, Marc tangles his fingers gently in the other’s hair, pulling him towards his face to kiss again.

Vale grabs the lube from the drawer next the bed, coating his fingers with it, pushing a finger in as he feels Marc get more and more pliant under his touch.

By the time he pushes a second finger in, they both need more, much more, Marc making those quiet moans he loves and Vale groaning and biting his lip as he imagines how Marc will feel once he’ll be inside him.

He takes his time to open him up anyway, he wants this to feel so good, it’s perfect, so that they both will remember this night with pure adoration.

He adds a third finger and goes back to kissing Marc, featherlike fingers dancing on his chest, Marc hands have always been softer and kinder than his, despite being equally scarred.

“Te amo, Marc te amo” he says as he finally removes his fingers and slowly pushes inside Marc, so slowly Vale can feel every thrill of electricity inside Marc’s body.

Marc’s lips are in a perfect “o” shape, something that is barely a whimper is let out by him, one of his hands goes to grab the back of Vale’s neck, pulling him closer, closer.

They stay still for a second, lips touching, until Vale speaks again, smiling brightly .

“Sei bellissimo” and Marc giggles, before feeling his lips against Vale’s, as he begins moving slowly, but deep, he feels complete, like they’re puzzle pieces sealed together.

Marc grips at Vale’s bicep with one hand, the other still tangled in his hair as the older lowers himself to kiss Marc’s neck, slow like his thrusts, and just as perfect.

“Vale please kiss me”

He can feel his husband’s smile on his neck, lips trailing to his brushing past his jaw and sealing together.

It’s sweet, deep and soul binding.

It’s everything it hasn’t been before they got back together and everything it will be from now on.

Both of them are close, Marc’s soft moans making wonders to Vale’s brain and same thing the other way around.

“I swear you’re perfect everyday more amore, just when I think you can’t be more beautiful than today tomorrow you’re even more breathtaking”

Marc is smiling and blushing, Vale has this sweet and romantic side to him that he only ever let Marc see.

“You’re perfect too Vale, I love you so much. This is the most beautiful day of my life”

They come in unison, Vale hiding his fav win the crook of Marc’s neck and biting at his collarbone lightly, Marc arching his back and tightening the grip he had on Vale’s air and bicep.

They stay like this for minutes, slow breathing and the smell of them together in the room.

After a while Vale starts laughing lightly, sliding out Marc and sitting up to look at him.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I just can’t believe you said yes, and then that we got married for real and you looked so beautiful and that you - I just can’t believe someone like you loves someone like me”

Marc smiles back, the smile Vale loves over everything else in his life.

“Stop being stupid Vale, I always loved you nothing ever changed that, and of course I said yes I would be crazy to say something else, and you looked way more than beautiful in that suit you know? Made me question my morals while getting married wasn’t very pure of yo-”

Vale shuts him up by kissing him, both still laughing in the kiss, like teens stupidly in love.

“Run me a bath? I need it” “Everything for you amore. You want the blue bath bomb or the orange one?” “Blue, smells more like uuuh” “Lavender” “Yeah that one yeah” “Don’t. Even think about walking there I’m taking you to the tub once it’s ready” “You will get me fat if you don’t let me move Vale” “Fat is happy as my nonna said so no problem in that no?”

Marc laughs again, staring at Vale as he goes to ready their bath, putting the amount of bubbles he likes and throwing in the bath bomb, making it fizz.

He’s sure he couldn’t have been luckier in any other life, because this is surely the most beautiful of the finales for him.

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Mig/Bezz Fake Dating AU, part 2: Bez Didn't Think This Through

I had literally this entire section almost finished and had to double check to make sure I hadn't already posted it. I don't know why I never posted it. I don't know what goes on in my brain.

The dinner was a minor hiccup in a scheme which has otherwise gone well. Once the night was over, things seemingly returned totally back to normal– well, the new normal of pretending that they’re romantically involved. Mig basically pretended the dinner had never happened, and so Bez chose to follow his lead. 

Holding Mig’s hand when they walk together becomes second nature to him, and the flirty edge to their banter feels more and more normal. Bez is surprised to find how easy it is to come up with new routines together. 

Vale finally takes notice of them arriving and leaving together one two many times, and seems to have asked around. He corners the two of them at the ranch, and for a moment Bez is genuinely sure that Vale is going to fire both of them. He doesn’t think Vale would have a problem with either of them being gay, considering Bez has never been particularly discreet about his appreciation for men. Besides, Vale hasn’t exactly been the most straight-presenting man throughout his career, so Bez would have words to say if that were what Vale cornered them for. 

Fortunately, Vale does not corner them to fire them or to be homophobic. Unfortunately, the reality is much worse. 

“You two are dating,” he says, looking Mig in the eyes and then looking Bez in the eyes in that way that he does. It’s overwhelming, still, even after years of it, to have Vale’s undivided attention on him. Vale always interacts with an intensity that intimidates Bez. 

“Yes,” Bez says, though it comes out like a croak that makes Mig laugh at him. He elbows him on the side, and Vale looks between them again. 

“You work together,” he says. “I know that it seems like a good idea now, and I trust you, but you can’t mess things up with the team if you break up. Racing is a hard enough life without bringing in romantic drama”

His voice is stern, and Bez chews the inside of his lip. 

“We won’t,” he promises. “Racing is most important.”

Vale gets a faraway, wistful look on his face, and Bez wonders for a split second if Vale is thinking of Marc Marquez. He banishes the thought, though, shoving it into the little box in his brain that also holds all of Bez’s memories of his sexual awakening and pictures of young Vale. 

He feels a little guilty for speculating about Vale and Marquez, but it’s something that’s always been in his brain. It doesn’t take a genius to see the looks that they used to give each other. 

“The team won’t suffer,” Mig promises, face blank and serious. 

Another little stab of guilt hits him in the stomach, this time at what he’s putting Mig through. Mig has been going through a lot since taking a step back from racing, and Bez doesn’t want to put his career in more jeopardy. 

Mig seems to sense his train of thought and takes his hand gently. Vale’s eyes zero in on the motion, and then he seems to think hard for a moment before nodding once and clapping his hands together.

“Okay. Good. Be good,” he says, and then turns around to go deal with something on the other side of the garage. Bez thinks he’s probably just tired of the awkward conversation, but it’s his own fault for starting it. 

He keeps holding on to Mig’s hand until the shorter man lets go. They both stand there awkwardly for a minute until Bez turns and makes eye contact with Mig, who snickers. His little laugh sets Bez off, and before he knows it they’re both laughing so hard that they’ve got to lean on each other to stand. 

After the talk with Vale, it seems like a dam has broken and everyone else feels comfortable acknowledging the relationship. The others finally start teasing them good-naturedly about it, and Bez has a little too much fun bantering with Pecco about it. 

Celestino, though, barely notices. Or, if he does notice he doesn’t mention anything to Bez. It’s infuriating; Bez wants to take him by the shoulders and shake him. Don’t you see! You’re losing your chance to fall in love with me!

It’s a little deranged and a little depressing, Bez thinks, as he once again looks up from where he’s been staring at Mig to see Celestino off in another world. 

It’s a busy race weekend, and Bez feels like he’s barely seen the younger man. He drags Mig over, and Celestino smiles at the two of them. 

“Celin!” Bez greets, a little too loudly. “I haven’t seen you all weekend,” he complains. 

Cele shrugs. 

“It’s been busy! The new setup on the bike is… not my favorite,” he says, wincing. 

Bez tries to carry on the conversation, but it’s clear that Celin is entirely too focused on racing to goof off with Bez and Mig and the conversation fizzles out. 

“We’re off to get a snack,” Mig finally interjects, after the third time Bez makes a joke and Celin gives him a lazy, courtesy laugh instead of a genuine one. 

Bez allows Mig to take his hand and guide him away from Celin, and Bez tries not to let himself pout.

“It’s like we aren’t even friends anymore,” Bez says, feeling a lump form in his throat. “Nothing is making him want to be near me.”

Mig gives him a pitying look, and when they reach VR46 hospitality he quickly gets drinks and snacks for the two of them.

Bez accepts them with a thanks, and it’s only after he’s started eating that he realizes Mig grabbed all of his favorites without having to be told. 

He feels for a moment like he’s been neglecting his friendship with Mig with all of his focus on dating him. The lump in his throat still hasn’t gone away, and he takes a drink silently. 

Mig doesn’t try to tell him it’s going to be okay, but he does offer a distraction by launching into an explanation for his plans for the podcast. Bez has heard it all by now but he’s still able to lose himself in the explanation, and he finds himself asking more questions. 

By the time Mig has gotten through his long-term plans, they’ve gone off on so many tangents that Bez’s sides hurt from laughing. 

He doesn’t even notice that Celestino has come and gone.

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in my head these r what miyazaki ghibli pairings map onto what motogp ships:

-rosquez are obviously howl and sophie, which i go more into depth into here. its also important that sophie and howl get into the fight about howl's hair, because sophie ultimately does go back, puts on her business face etc. i think the timeline would work out like, they get into that big argument whatever its about but marc goes back, vale tries to make up for it with the ring and beautifying marc's clothes and eventually the house in the mountains but during that time its like their relationship is completely frozen even though they're living in the same house...marc considers moving out to live with alex etc. just becomes older with his withdrawal because of the curse. And then vale moves the castle to marc's old home. sophie is also like very much obligated to her family as the oldest daughter (which is why she stays in the hat shop) which is very marc! he wants to make his people happy...Also don't tell me fuck ass bob vale DOESN'T scream young howl to you. say it to my face. u can't.

-enea/casey are san and ashitaka from princess mononoke. just imagine the "im going to cut ur throat/ur beautiful" scene with them...i dont think casey necessarily gets cured from the illness that he gets from the corrupted forest god it just becomes part of him, so its no longer killing him after the forest god's head is returned but still ails him. hes from a super far secret civilization and cant go back after being banished (kind of like how u can't fade into obscurity after rising to fame). rides an antelope looking thing and is so so noble. enea is feral and living with the wolves. hates humans. but when this stranger comes and gets shot in his name he can't help but feel something other than that hatred he has felt all of his life. chews casey's food for him and delivers it mouth to mouth when he's too weak to eat...the same mouth that spat out the poisoned blood around the mother wolf's bullet wound. etc.

-cele/bezz r sosuke and ponyo, but they also have the potential to be kiki(bezz) and tombo(cele) and sheeta(cele) and pazu(bezz)...to me cele is sosuke, the weird kid who lives in the house on a hill (alone), signals ships at night just to talk to somebody and flies maritime flags. likes to fix stuff, has a tiny little dinky car. works as a daycare science teacher taking the kids on trips to catch bugs and frogs but also helps out at the nursing home next door, fixing the wheelchairs of the residents and like taking them out for fresh air while the kids tag along. thats summer though and in the winter he helps out at the dock and on fishing boats. he would love you if you were a worm, in short. bezz's misadventures get him stuck in a jar (he could cry he's so embarrassed) but cele finds him when testing his newest like little motorized toy boat prototype he wants to show the kids and bezz IMMEDIATELY falls in love, it's crazy. you bet he licked the blood off of cele's gashed finger just like that. is absolutely INDULGING in the attention he gets when cele brings him in for Show And Tell/Storytime and explains in his pondering voice how he found bezz. gets sloshed on that forbidden magic juice right after getting plopped back home and runs on giant fucking waves as cele commutes home to impress him. all cele feels is like, mild concern like damn do i have to detour home? i would have known if there was some major meteorological event coming my way. when the curly haired stranger with an earnest smile shows up at his home and engulfs him in a hug, he meets it with the same bewilderment but because bezz feels familiar. consequentially is not very impressed or surprised about bezz being a fish loool. i was just picturing the thumbnail of this video the entire time i wrote this and that's literally their whole vibe. that's bezz in cele's tub right there. this post is getting away from me more than it already is so ill like do a quick preface of the other premises...bezz is a witch and his familiar is rubik...flies away to a big city and meets cele with his homemade flying contraptions...gets tattoed for the first time by some random artist in the woods...becomes depressed...can't fly anymore...cele is the last member of a royal family and falls from the sky after being held on an airship, with bezz as the one to catch him...bezz has always wanted adventure because his father was one of the few people to have ever seen the fabled castle in the sky...wants to take his chances with cele...cele's billowing curls and tragic eyes...all bezz wants to do is make him happy...all cele wants is to go home.

-luca/pecco as haku and chihiro from spirited away. their whole vibe is childhood friends that grew apart and then rekindled imo. when they meet in the spirit world luca introduces himself as maro and to pecco he seems familiar; you how it was on a playground when you were young and you knew everything about someone except for their name? so maro it is, and he takes pecco's hand when he cries about his roommates (pecco's in college and ended up in an abandoned places exploration group with them) being turned into pigs and is panicking about not being able to go home and is generally a mess and tells him to get up from where he's been curled up into a ball and run with him to the bathhouse where he gets a job and becomes just pecco, no francesco because his name gets taken away. life is pretty tough for pecco at first and he's very lonely while luca is away doing missions for the boss, which is most of the time. hes also very insecure and fears luca leaving him because he's not good enough. but he puts his head down and slowly earns respect from his peers. starts standing up for himself and becoming more confident, and eventually has his standout moment for completely cleansing a polluted spirit. luca (a river spirit) fell in love with pecco when he fell into him and wasn't able to swim. even though that was very much an embarrassing moment what made it worse were pecco's flailing attempts to keep his head above water, but that was what endeared him to luca. it was his stupidly stubborn will to keep his nose to the grindstone even when it filled his mouth with water and got him nowhere. that is how a river thinks, and luca could never forget pecco's lanky straggling form as he struggled up the banks of the river, wretched and alive but triumphant for doing so.

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Pllsss I want Vale to see Arcmarc pet play, he would have an aneurysm

sorry if it took long, had been submerged with uni work

SO

How would he find out? I'd say during a race weekend, after the race, Bezz is extremely sad by how his race went, he's ended up barely inside the points, his teammate once again doing better than him, Vale not helping at all, listing all the magnificent things Pecco did and how he won like that, and in general not feeling appreciated/good enough for the team.

He goes to Marc's motorhome to find some peace of mind, but almost regrets it because when he sneaks in he can smell the champagne, he can see the trophy shining on the table and just doesn't wanna ruin Marc's mood, who is smiling bright and buzzing with energy.

Bezz tries to fake being happy but Marc reads him like an open book and sits him down on the bed, stroking his hair and telling him he's been really good, the bike just isn't the one he needs or knows right now, but that he'll get it figured out soon enough for sure, because he really is good at it.

then Bezz just looks at Marc and asks him "Please can you make my brain quiet? I just need you" and he nods, slowly undressing himself and then Bezz, who doesn't oppose in any way.

He gets on his lap, plays with his hair, then with his piercing, "Want me to take care of you my good boy yes?" and Bezz is already moaning, his brain getting foggy as the seconds pass, the only clear thing present in his mind being Marc.

IN THAT MOMENT

Vale goes to look for Bezz in his own motorhome but doesn't find him, asks around a bit and then stumbles upon Dani, he asks if he's seen Bezz and the only thing Dani says it's "Like father, like son" before pulling away.

Vale pales because he knows where Bezz is now, he sprints to Marc's motorhome and tries to peak from one of the high windows he so stupidly has on his walls, and when he does oh well

he's met with a sight he doesn't think will be able to remove, Marc is bouncing up and down Bezz's cock eyes hungry and lust-filled, Bezz has both his hands on the bed, gripping the sheets and obviously moaning. But the one thing that strucks him the most is the fucking collar with a leash Bezz is wearing, its of a dark black, very thight on the boy's neck, and it's got the name Marco written in front in big bold silver letters.

The chain is silver as well, shining and reflecting the light coming from the lamp on top of the room, and oh my god is he shocked

MEANWHILE

inside the motorhome Bezz is at fucking cloud nine, he can't think straight, the only things he can say, actually moan, out loud are Marc, more and please He's completely gone, he'd been like that the second Marc got off of him to go grab lube and the collar, hearing the soft tingling of metal against metal, and he was about to die when Marc takes off both their underwear and starts to touch Bezz's dick with a lube-covered hand, coating him completely and sinking down on him immediately after. As he reached the base he'd clasped the collar around the boy's neck and began tugging on it, forcing their faces to be closer

He began moving, his thighs not giving any sign of giving up, and looked deep into Bezz's eyes.

"You fill me up so nicely Marco, I can feel you here" and Marc honest to god takes the boy's hand and presses it against his stomach were his cock is, making his feel the bulge inside of him, and Bezz tries to get a bit of control on the situation by gripping Marc's hips to move them as he wants, but he's interrupted by him "Only good boys are getting the reward bonito, but you're lucky and you've been the best boy out there, you deserve to cum in me today, you like that?"

Bezz practically mewls, throwing his head back with his eyes closed, but Marc pulls him back against his chest using the leash, telling him he has to keep being good or he's going to take away his prize.

Bezz nods, trying to keep as still as possible while Marc keeps on riding him so good he's sure he could cum on the spot.

"Such a good boy Marco, following all the orders I give you like a good puppy, all collared for me, so good" Bezz dies. He ascends to heaven and then falls to hell all in three spilt seconds, he's coming inside Marc, filling him up completely and collapsing on his back, getting his hand on Marc's dick and making him cum all over his chest and stomach.

"You were so good for me Marco, really really good boy" Bezz can't even answer anymore, he smiles weakly and blissed out, he can only feel his collar being unclasped and restored wherever Marc keeps it.

He can feel a soft kiss pressed on his temples and Marc laying beside him, still chanting praises to him like a prayer, falling asleep at the sound of it.

OUTSIDE THE MOTORHOME

Vale is having a heart attack, a stroke, every fucking fulminating disease who can end his life right that second.

He had just seen, and worst of all heard cause those two were everything but quiet, Marc and Bezz fucking each other, petplay involved and he could feel the life abandoning him quickly, he had to get away otherwise he would've thrown up, then killed both of them and then thrown up again.

He runs away before getting spotted, he could handle anything BUT getting spotted near that turquoise monstrosity of a garage. Well, that was now second to seeing his disciple fuck his ex.

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Back at it again with more of my a/b/o rosquez au except this time it’s Bezz having a meltdown about Vale suddenly being mated to his Sworn Enemy (he cries a lot). I am not fully satisfied with this but who cares!!! I’m having fun

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Bezz sits in his chair, glaring in the direction of Marc and Vale standing underneath the garage. They're both in dirty leathers, having just finished up a practice run together. Cele stands nearby, looking at the two of them with heart eyes as he listens to whatever it is they're both saying.

It can't be that interesting, Bezz thinks bitterly.

Luca, next to him, nudges his arm.

"You're going to have to get used to it, Bezz," he says.

Bezz huffs.

He shouldn't have to get used to anything.

He turns and gives Luca the wide-eyed, sad look that he knows makes him feel guilty. He adds a whine for extra manipulation, and Luca sighs and wraps an arm around him.

"He still loves you," Luca assures.

"I know that," Bezz hisses. "He just loves him more."

Luca tugs Bezz by the hair until he tilts his head and allows Luca to scent him.

"Are the rest of us not good enough anymore?"

Bezz knows Luca is using his own manipulation tactic, but he doesn't even try to fight it. His instincts tell him to reassure the alpha and there's no point resisting.

He turns and scents Luca.

"Shut up. The problem is that I need all my alphas."

Luca rumbles, thinking of the last time Bezz had all his alphas at once.

"We should do that again soon," he suggests.

Bezz bites him hard on the meat of his shoulder as punishment and Luca yelps.

"Fine, fine. Talk to Vale, though, if Marc's presence is bothering you so much. Marc might be his mate but you're still his pack. You shouldn’t be unhappy.”

Luca would never want to cross Vale, but Bezz can hear the alpha protection in his voice– Luca would go up against Vale if he thought he wasn't respecting their pack omega.

Bezz huffs again.

"I don't want to talk to him. He knows that I hate Marc. I shouldn’t have to tell him that."

Luca rubs his shoulder.

"Still. Try to talk to him. Glaring and pouting isn't accomplishing anything."

Luca gets up to get back on the track, and he holds his hand out for Bezz, but he doesn't take it. He doesn't feel like getting back on track, especially as he sees Marc and Vale both put their helmets back on.

Instead, Bezz waits until Marc and Vale have pulled back out of the garage and he makes his way to the locker room, stripping out of his dirty leathers and showering off. He snags Pecco's hoodie from his bag and tugs it on over his wet hair.

He steps back out of the locker room and sits in one of the folding chairs, weighing his options. He knows Vale will be mildly annoyed that he abandoned the practice early; he can stay and wait for everyone to finish and then claim he didn't feel well (not entirely untrue, after watching him with Marc) or he could just leave, which is what he wants to do. Leaving will make Vale’s annoyance worse, though.

The problem with going home is also that he has more days of practice in Tavullia and can't drive back to Rimini yet. He is staying with Vale and the rest of the pack, and if he goes back to Vale's he knows he'll just be greeted with the smell of Marc.

He pulls Pecco's hood over his damp curls and pouts. He wants to go home, but not even home. He just wants his home in Tavullia to go back to normal, without the stupid tiny Spanish omega.

It's not just Vale he'll be disappointing if he leaves, though. He may not be Vale's only omega anymore– a thought that pulls an audible whine from his lungs– but he still has the rest of his pack to worry about. Picturing the look on Cele's face when he realizes Bezz left is enough to keep him in his chair.

He waits patiently for the pack to finish their training so they can debrief and go back to Vale's. Then he'll retreat to his room and make a nest. If he's nesting Marc will leave him alone, and if Marc leaves him alone that means Vale will as well, and no one will be able to force him to talk to either one of them.

Bezz briefly wonders if he's going into heat, but his mental calculations tell him he's still a few weeks away. His anger isn't hormonal– he just really hates Marc.

He stays bundled up in Pecco's hoodie until the roar of the others leaving the track becomes loud enough for him to reach up and cover his ears. The guys steadily pull into the garage and leave their bikes, and each pack member checks on him as they pass.

Vale presses his lips to Bezz's forehead.

"Are you feeling alright?"

Bezz means to respond, but Marc takes a step too close from where he's standing behind Vale, and Bezz growls. Vale recoils back, and Marc flinches.

"Bezz!" Luca booms, and Bezz tries to hide himself further in his hoodie. Luca is standing in the open locker room doorway, and Franky peeks out from behind him.

"That's enough," Luca says sternly, and Bezz is stunned to realize that he’s frozen in place. Luca’s strong alpha voice, which Bezz had never heard before, echoes in his ears.

Bezz looks between Luca, Vale, and Marc. There's a long pause before Vale turns away from him to comfort Marc.

A whine tears itself from his chest, and he jumps up, shoving past Luca to get to his car. Luca reaches for him but Bezz is too upset to stop. His instincts are screaming for him to flee from the distressing situation– even if he did essentially cause it– and he is powerless to resist.

His mind goes wild, and he can’t stop the thoughts about being abandoned by his alpha, or disappointing his pack, or being unimportant. He spirals himself into a worse and worse panic as he flees.

He drives entirely too fast down the road away from the ranch, thankful that the drive to Vale's is short. He makes it home in record time, and manages to grab a pillow from Luca's room, a blanket from Cele's room as well as one from Franky’s, and another shirt from Pecco's room before anyone else follows him. He desperately wants something from his pack alpha, but he knows that if he goes into Vale's room all he will smell is Marc.

He shuts himself in his room and throws a nest together. It's not perfect because he's too flustered and distressed to make it carefully, but the imperfection of it distresses him further.

He's buried under blankets, trying to breathe, when his door opens, and he smells Cele enter.

"Bezz?" he asks cautiously.

Bezz is thankful that they sent him the pack member least likely to be stern with him.

He extends an arm from the nest, inviting Cele in.

Cele curls around him easily, and Bezz burrows up against him. It's only now that he realizes his face is wet and his breathing is still too fast.

Cele soothes him with gentle petting and rumbling, and Bezz is eventually able to relax fully against him.

"Is Vale mad?" he asks quietly.

"He's not… he's not mad."

"But I'm in trouble," Bezz states.

"More with Luca than with Vale, actually," Cele says. "Luca is mad."

Bezz whines.

"It will be okay! Pecco isn't mad, and neither am I."

"Where is he?" Bezz asks, hoping Pecco will join them and he’ll have another alpha on his side.

Cele snorts. "We aren't picking sides."

Bezz huffs, annoyed that Cele read his mind. He closes his eyes, hoping that Cele's presence at least means no one is expecting him to get up and face Vale any time soon.

He doesn't think he can bear to look at him at this point. He's angry, still, that Vale decided to let Marc to hang around with them all the time. It's not fair to force Bezz to accept Marc into their pack.

He's also embarrassed now, at the fact that he growled at his pack alpha's mate. Vale has every right to be angry at him for not respecting his mate. He has every right to put Bezz in his place.

Bezz's level of distress rises once again. He doesn’t usually concern himself with being a ‘good omega’, but he can’t fight the physiological reaction he’s having. His instincts are crying out for him to go grovel to his pack leader.

There's a knock on the door, and after a moment the door opens. Bezz refuses to move from where he's tucked against Cele.

"Bezz," Pecco says from the doorway.

Bezz can count on one hand the number of times he's heard Pecco come so close to using an alpha voice, and it distresses him so much that he wants to crawl on the floor.

"Come here," Pecco says, more gently this time.

Bezz throws the blankets off and clambers out of the nest to throw himself against Pecco.

Pecco allows Bezz to scent him, which relaxes him marginally.

"Luca said he tried to get you to talk to Vale and instead you pouted in a corner and growled at Marc."

When he phrases it that way, it sounds stupid.

"He was too close!" Bezz protests, shoving himself away from Pecco and taking several steps back, wrapping his arms around himself. "It's not fair. I was the pack omega, and Vale hated Marc. Then all of a sudden they're mated and I have to accept Marc into the pack and now Vale has an omega and doesn't need me anymore," he hisses.

"This is why Luca told you to talk to Vale," Pecco says patiently.

Bezz growls, but it doesn't have nearly the effect on Pecco that it did on Marc and Vale at the ranch. Pecco merely raises his eyebrows.

"Don't make me put you in your place before Vale gets a chance to."

Cele snorts from where he's still perched on the edge of Bezz's nest.

"You're both supposed to be my pack," Bezz argues. "You're supposed to be my friends."

"We are," Cele says gently. "That's why we need you to talk to Vale. We're all pack. When you aren't getting along with Vale it affects the rest of us."

Bezz huffs.

"I don't want to talk to him with Marc around."

"Too bad," Pecco says mildly. "You need to apologize to Vale and to Marc. Marc is his mate, whether you like it or not."

Pecco may as well have hit him, with the way he flinches back.

"You're just making it worse," Cele adds.

"Will you come with me?" Bezz asks.

"We'll walk you downstairs. I think Vale wants to talk privately."

"Not fair," Bezz whines. "He's allowed to have his omega but I'm not allowed to have my alphas?"

"He is your alpha, Bezz."

Bezz opens his mouth to argue but he can't. To claim Vale isn't his alpha would mean removing himself from the VR46 pack, and the thought of that is too painful to entertain. He whines.

"Come on. You're delaying the inevitable."

Vale and Marc are seated on the large couch in the living room, and Luca is sitting on one of the chairs.

Bezz doesn't make eye contact with anyone as he slinks into the room. Luca stands up and moves toward Cele and Pecco to give the other three privacy.

"Luca," Bezz whines, before Luca makes it out of the room. He holds his arms out, eyes still downcast. Luca takes pity on him and wraps him up in a hug. He doesn't smell angry, and Bezz relaxes slightly at the knowledge that Luca still loves him.

Once Luca, Pecco, and Cele have left the room, Bezz waits patiently with his eyes on the floor and his hands in his pockets.

He can smell Vale, but as always now, Vale's scent is mixed with Marc's. It grates on his nerves.

"Marco," Vale says. Bezz whines.

Vale huffs.

"You need to apologize."

It's not quite a command and it's not in his alpha voice. Bezz doesn't have to do it. He grits his teeth.

"No," he whines. "It's not fair."

"What's not fair?" Marc asks.

Bezz raises his eyes to meet Marc's and he growls. Marc doesn't react this time, but Vale does.

"Marco!"

Bezz recoils and looks back at the ground. He bares his neck instinctually and tries to get his breathing under control.

"That!" Bezz protests. He can feel the tears coming on and he tries to swallow them. "You never use that voice with me. Never. Three months ago you would've killed the others for using an alpha voice with me but now it's like it doesn't matter. You've got your own omega now and I'm an afterthought. You don't think about me or care about me, I'm just here. All it took was some stupid bond with Marc and now I don't matter to you!"

His shoulders shake as he starts to cry. He hears Vale rise from the couch and he flinches, taking a step backward.

All he wants is for Vale to touch him and hold him but the idea of letting himself be touched by his pack alpha right now is excruciating. He holds a hand up to his mouth to muffle a sob.

"Marco," Vale says softly.

The tone shift makes Bezz want to throw himself into Vale's arms and grovel. He stays put until Vale reaches him.

Vale grabs him by the back of the neck and gives him a rough shake. Then he guides Buzz's face against his neck. It's been what feels like an eternity since he got to smell Vale's scent like this, up close, without Marc's scent lingering.

Bezz whimpers and brings his arms up to wrap them around Vale's back.

"I hate him."

Vale responds with a warning growl, and Bezz clings harder to him.

"He is my mate," Vale says with finality. "But you are still our pack omega, Bezz."

He rubs a hand up Bezz's neck.

"It doesn't feel like it," Bezz whimpers.

"Then I have to apologize," Vale says. "I haven't been taking good care of my pack, if that is how you feel."

Well that digs a knife of guilt in between Bezz's ribs.

"I am sorry, Marco."

That breaks him. Bezz sobs, gripping the back of Vale's shirt.

"I'm sorry," he sobs. "I'm sorry, Vale. I'm sorry I growled at your- your mate. I'm sorry I've been a bad omega."

"Shhh," Vale says gently. "You aren't a bad omega, Bezz. You just need to apologize to Marc."

Bezz lifts his head from Vale's neck, and looks at Marc. With Vale pressed so close to him, the urge he usually has to growl at Marc is quelled.

He feels like he's going to vomit.

"I'm sorry, Marc," he manages to grit out. "I'm sorry for not welcoming you into our pack."

Unfortunately for Bezz, Marc beams at him. His smile is huge.

"Of course I forgive you, Marco," Marc says gently.

Bezz turns his head and buries it into Vale's neck.

He hears Marc get up off the couch, and smells as he comes closer.

"Can I hug you?"

Bezz raises his head and makes eye contact with Marc. He releases one arm from Vale and extends it tentatively to Marc, who throws himself at the two of them. It makes Bezz laugh despite himself. Marc tilts his head and Bezz instinctually tucks his nose closer to scent his pack alpha's mate.

It's the first time he's ever been this close to Marc in his life.

Marc purrs and it sets off some sort of satisfaction in Bezz's chest, who purrs in return.

Vale chuckles.

"Now do you understand? You're still our omega, Bezz."

Bezz pulls away and huffs.

"Just don't stop giving me attention," he says, looking up at Vale with wide eyes.

"Never," Vale says, pressing a kiss between his eyebrows.

The rest of the pack must have been listening in the hall because they file in, and Bezz lets go of Vale and Marc to throw himself at Luca.

"I'm sorry," he says, muffled against Luca's chest.

"Aww, you've really put him back in his place," Luca says.

He yelps as Bezz chomps down on his bicep.

When Marc giggles behind him, it doesn't grate on his nerves. He can smell how happy Vale is, and a happy Vale means a happy pack.

Bez isn't sure if he will ever totally adjust to Marc's presence, but he has to admit that it feels better than it has before.

(A/n: Bezz is a fucking biter, guys, I’m telling you. Omega Bezz in my head is equal parts pillow princess and feral raccoon. Also Luca is the only one with any common sense because he is the son of a psychologist, a fact that haunts me.)

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can we please have bez/cele getting together in of au?

Yes you can! This is a direct continuation of this, where Bezz finds out that Celestino subscribed to Marc's onlyfans before Marc and Vale started dating. That threw Bezz into a gay crisis, and here we are!

Thanks for waiting so patiently for this!

OnlyFans au interlude: celestino and bezz

Bezz wakes up the following morning on Celestino’s couch. He’s stiff and still a little tired, and he enjoys that special type of calm that comes from waking up in a safe place. 

He freezes when he remembers the events of the previous day.

Cele has an onlyfans account and he subscribes to Marc Marquez. Bezz lays there, staring at the ceiling, wondering what other types of people Cele subscribes to. Do any of them look like him? Are they all tiny, fit twinks? Are they all fucking Spanish?

Bezz doesn’t realize he’s breathing heavily until Celestino walks timidly into the room. 

“Bezz? Are you okay?”

Bezz sits up and looks at Cele. He’s sleep-rumpled, and Bezz wonders how late the two of them must have slept. There’s a pillow line across one of Cele’s cheeks, and the neck of his shirt is stretched out. Bezz wants to wrap Celin up in a blanket and bundle him back into bed. He wants to hold him and kiss him on the forehead and make sure he’s warm and comfortable at all times. 

The revelation nearly sends him into another panic attack. Now that he’s acknowledged that he likes men, or, at least likes one man, it’s like he is seeing Cele with new eyes. 

“I”m okay,” Bezz says, voice rough and a little high pitched. 

Cele stands there awkwardly for a moment, and Bezz pats the couch next to him. Cele sits down, and he grabs the edge of Bezz’s blanket so he can pull part of it over himself as well. 

“Can we talk about yesterday?” Bezz blurts.

Celestino looks like he would rather do quite literally anything else, but he doesn’t get up, so that’s a win. 

Bezz has no idea what to say now that he’s opened the door, though. How do you tell your best friend that you’re having some not-quite-heterosexual thoughts about him? How is he supposed to tell Celestino that he hates Marc now, only because he has to live with the knowledge that Cele found Marc so attractive that he–

“You aren’t going to tell Vale, are you?” Celestino asks awkwardly, interrupting Bezz’s spiraling.

“What?” Bezz asks, staring at him. 

“Please don’t tell him. If you think he needs to know then I should be the one to tell him– but I already cancelled my subscription, okay?”

Well, that’s not the direction Bezz thought this was going to go. 

“That’s not what– no, I’m not going to tell Vale. I am trying to explain…” 

Cele stares at him expectantly. 

“I don’t like that you followed Marc. I don’t like that you’ve seen him naked.”

Cele recoils, embarrassed and clearly a little hurt. Bezz immediately realizes his fuckup and knows there’s no coming back from this. He can’t let Cele think he’s homophobic. 

“Bezz-”

“I’m jealous,” Bezz croaks. “I don’t want you to be attracted to him.”

Cele stares at him. Now that Bezz has admitted it, it’s impossible for him to stop his mouth. 

“I want you to think of me that way because I want to think of you that way. And I know you didn’t have sex with him but in a way it feels like you did, and I am jealous of that because he doesn’t deserve that from you. You shouldn’t have to watch him jack off or whatever because you deserve to be taken care of,” Bezz complains. 

Cele is staring at him.

“Sorry,” Bezz adds, as an afterthought. 

Cele is still staring at him. 

“You’re gay?” Celestino asks, dubiously. 

Bezz hadn’t gotten that far in his internal discussion when he woke up. He has no idea, and he’s not sure how to explain that to Cele. He hasn’t ever considered if he likes men before. He knows without a doubt that he likes Cele, though. He thinks he probably always has. It feels like breathing. This entire situation has felt like his world has been upended, but liking Celestino feels like breathing. 

“I… I don’t know,” Bezz says lamely. 

Cele looks away. 

“But you like me?”

Bezz nods, but Cele isn’t looking at him. 

“Yes. I think… I didn’t ever really think about it until you said you follow Marc and I felt jealous. And then I had to think about why I felt jealous. And I guess if I’m jealous that means I’m at least a little gay, right?”

Cele is silent for a moment before he snorts and starts laughing. 

Bezz shoves at him, embarrassed and defensive. 

“You’re supposed to be supportive!”

Cele is howling with laughter now. 

“Of course I am supportive! But you were the one who made me think you were mad at me yesterday!”

Bezz frowns. 

“I’m sorry,” he says genuinely, but Cele is clearly not listening. He’s still wheezing with laughter at Bezz’s expense. 

Bezz pouts while Cele calms back down. 

“I shouldn’t have told you,” Bezz complains. 

That seems to remind Cele of what they were talking about, and he turns to Bezz with wide eyes. 

“Wait,” Cele says, “you have feelings for me.”

Bezz’s heart is racing and he nods. 

“You are jealous that I follow Vale’s boyfriend because you want me to see you naked, not him.”

Bezz nods again, sure that he has never been this mortified in his life. 

“You’re ‘a little bit gay’,” Cele says, making exaggerated air quotes. 

Bezz buries his face in his hands. 

Cele laughs again, then pulls at Bezz’s wrists until he uncovers his face. 

“You’re lucky I’ve had a crush on you since I was thirteen.”

Bezz makes a startled noise at that information, but before he can think, Cele has placed a hand on the back of his neck and guided their faces together. 

It’s the worst first kiss Bezz has ever had. Their noses bump together and Cele is still giggling a little bit, and Bezz’s brain is still moving so slowly that he only realizes he’s being kissed as Cele is already pulling away. 

He frowns, deciding that is not good enough, and he leans forward. This time he’s prepared for it, and Cele has stopped laughing, and when their lips meet it’s easy for Bezz to close his eyes and relax. 

Kissing Cele is feels normal. It’s almost anticlimactic how normal it feels. There are no fireworks or explosions. 

It feels like getting on the bike; a flash of nervousness followed by a sense of rightness; a feeling that all is well. Bezz has a flash of frustration at himself for taking so long to realize that he wanted this. 

He’s not sure how long they kiss, but when they finally pull apart they’re both smiling.

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Rosquez a/b/o au, part ??

Today fucking sucked but I’m too anxious to sleep, so here’s some wildly self-indulgent pack cuddles. Nothing happens- they just snuggle. I'm projecting onto Bezz.

Bezz has had a bad day. A long and varied list of things has gone wrong, and he’s near tears by the time he manages to make his way to the ranch. It’s not a training weekend so most of the pack is probably off working, at their family homes, or off doing various responsibilities. 

Bezz needs his pack, though, so he texted Marc and asked him if he could come over. Marc obviously said yes, and assured him that he’d have a nest ready for him. He promised a movie night in the big cozy pack living room, and Bezz is looking forward to snacking and snuggling with the fellow omega. Vale might even join them; Bezz loves when he gets their combined attention.

When he walks in the house, though, he immediately smells that it’s not just Marc and Vale that are home. 

He sniffles as he steps into the living room, and finds not just Marc, but also Vale, Luca, Pecco, and Cele. They're all moving things around and getting situated as Marc bossily directs them and Vale watches, lazy and proud of his omega.

They turn to look at him as he walks in, and Luca drops the pillow he's holding to stride across the room and wrap Bezz in his arms. Bezz buries his face into the taller man's neck. He doesn’t mean to start crying, but he can’t help it. His shoulders shake with the force of it as he silently sobs against the alpha. 

Luca gently guides him to the couch. Marc has arranged it for maximum pack snuggles; he pushed different pieces of the sectional together to create what is essentially a giant bed. 

Netflix is queued up on the television, and the boys have put together a passable nest at the direction of Marc.

Bezz snuggles up between Marc and Luca, and the others arrange themselves around the three of them. Vale is obviously wrapped up in Marc, and Cele is pressed closely enough to Luca to be able to touch Bezz. Pecco is on Vale's other side, sharing a blanket with him since Marc has already stolen his.

Bezz doesn’t really speak and he doesn’t give a shit about what movie they watch, but he enjoys listening to Cele argue with Vale about what to watch. He knows Cele probably doesn’t actually care that much about the movie anyway, he just enjoys arguing with their pack alpha. 

Pecco pipes in just to bother Cele, who then makes a dramatic announcement about being the least favorite member of the pack. Bezz has to crawl over Luca for a moment to kiss Cele’s face and scent him before he starts to actually get upset. 

The pack calms down after that, getting comfortable in the blankets and pillows. 

Bezz rests with his head on Luca’s chest, breathing in time with him. He has a hand thrown across him to hold Cele’s hand, and Marc is warm and comfortable against his back. 

He feels safe and loved, and at some point in the movie he starts to cry again. He's just overwhelmed by the emotion of the day, and the relief of being held by his pack is too much.

Luca kisses the top of his head, and Cele squeezes his hand. 

“Sorry,” Bezz whispers. 

Marc shushes him gently. “We’ve got you,” he says. 

Bezz doesn’t really watch whatever movie Vale picked. All he needs is the feeling of his pack around him, bickering and complaining and holding him. 

They’re all he needs.