Gonna annoy you again with another abo ask😋🤭🫣 sorryyyy I just have no one to talk to about my ideas🤭
So I was thinking about marc, and later Alex by association, who hasn't belonged to the riders' pack since 2015
They try to not let it affect them but it's difficult not belonging to a pack, especially since they're on the move most of the year
They have eachother, they scent eachother all the time, but they're still a bit touch starved, and scent starved.
But something happens(maybe after marc and Alex save franky during the portiamo tests) the pack starts to realise maybe they're not as bad as they thought they were, they start slowly including them in activities,talking to them, and once the pack realises how nice they are and how they misunderstood them, they invite them to the pack.
Marc and Alex, who have longed for a pack and who have gotten close to them over the past few months, accept. But they're still sceptical.
Maybe after that the story delves into romance, Marco falling for marc (and luca falling for alex🤭)
(in my head marc is an omega and Alex is an alpha I think)(luca is also an alpha)
(feel free to ignore this ask😅I know it's long)
(or get inspired by it🤭😋)
sksksksks I am always happy to hear about ideas, even if I take a whole ass decade to answer (sorry about that 😭) so please feel free to annoy me anytime :3
(This is another long one)
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yes, yes! Marc and Álex are known loners in the paddock since...since yeah. They're always seen together, sometimes holding hands, others leaning into each other in support. It's their usual routine by now, and Marc can say they've learned to live with it. It's hard not to have a pack; it's lonely, it's frustrating. Marc sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night with his chest aching and a whine stuck in his throat. Álex always calm him down by nosing at his scent gland and rubbing his face there until they smelled like each other.
It's comforting for Marc; to know that Álex is always there for him and vice versa. It makes bearing everything else easier. Still, sometimes he can see Álex leaning in for more touch than Marc can give, and Marc can feel his inner omega curl up in sadness within himself when only Álex's scent covers them.
They make it work, but it never seems to be enough. It's never going to be enough. They both know it, yet they can't do anything about it. There is no pack for them to join, and no one to take pity on them. So at night, Marc presses himself closer to Álex and shuts his eyes tighter in the hope of ignoring how his scent turns sour.
It all changes in Portimao. Turn 9. Franky crashes and he crashes hard. The brothers don't think about it when they drop their bikes to the ground and run to the unconscious man. They take off his helmet quickly.
"Is he still breathing?" Marc barks quickly, only for Álex to lean in closer to the man's mouth and nod. They put him in a secure position and breathe.
"Where the hell are the ambulance?" Álex asks, his voice tainted with worry. Marc understand; crashes like this are thankfully not common, but they are hard to watch, and to live through.
The medics do end up arriving to see both brother curled protectively around the injured man. They ask them to hop in the ambulance too. They'll need people who know Franky, and these two happen to be the only ones available at such short notice. They don't make a fuss. Marc laces his fingers with Álex's and just like that they are off to the Faro hospital.
Even with all of that, they don't ligner too long. Álex is reeking with worry, his scent patches long useless by now. Marc is not much better; he is simply more used to hiding it. He's aware they're stinking up the room, but he can't bring himself to care right now. Franky will get to complain about it once he wakes up and they know he will be good.
Which...he does not.
Because when they wake up the next morning, having slept the night at the feet of Franky's bed, they find him awake and staring.
"Who are you?" The man croaks, and Álex makes a paniked noise.
"Ma—?" His brother starts, only to close his mouth abruptly. He looks at Franky once more. "Does he not..."
Marc gestures at Álex to go get a doctor and takes a gentle step forward.
"Hey, Franky. I'm a friend. Can you tell me the last thing you remember?"
He sees the man lean towards him before backing away. He frowns. Was he alright?
"I—I don't...who are you?" The man asks and Marc feels the words settle heavily in his stomach. Franky suddenly lets out a distressed whine, leaning towards him once more, and Marc understands the injured man is reacting to his scent. He quickly clamps down his feelings and retreats a bit.
Franky's eyes widen. "Wait—"
The door opens and a doctor steps inside. "Thank you sir. We'll take it from here."
Marc sighs in relief. "Will he be alright?"
The woman gives him a kind stare. "If you wouldn't mind waiting a couple of minutes outside, I will let you know right after I am done."
And she does. She comes back and tell them Franky is suffering from amnesia. She also tell them that they contacted his pack and that they are on their way.
That was their cue. The last thing Marc wants is for him and Álex to still be there once they arrived. Franky would be alright. Their job is done here.
They don't say goodbye. They simply leave and put the whole thing behind them. Franky would be with his pack, and he would heal with time.
(Marc tries to pretend like it doesn't sting.)
Marco is the first one through the door of the hospital room once the pack arrives. He's been worried sick for Franky ever since they got that call. The rider is asleep when they arrive, yet they all freeze nonetheless.
"Who was here?" Luca asks, his nose twitching.
Because the room smells—it smells good. Marco takes a deep breath and lets out an involuntary rumble.
"I've never smelled anyone like this," he says and scratchws his head. Marco is curious. He can’t wait for Franky to wake up and tell them everything.
(He doesn't notice Valentino stilling in the corner of the room. None of them do.)
When Franky does wake up, they've been briefed on his memory issue and are now properly worried. He doesn't have any major injuries, and his head should heal by itself given some time.
When they calm down, Marco does ask.
"Who was here with you?"
Franky frowns. "I don't know their names. But..."
"They smelled good. Like home."
And that was enough for Marco to feel like he's dying from curiosity.
Later, they all learn with the public that it was the Márquez brothers. They had saved Franky and gone with him at the hospital.
The pack is...shocked.
That smell belonged to the brothers. They'd helped one of their own without asking for anything in return.
Valentino won't be happy, but maybe he doesn't have to know just yet. As he looks at his packmates, he finds eyes with equal determination staring back at him.
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The first time Marco Bezzecchi willingly approaches him, Marc is confused.
He's trying to shrug his Gresini leathers on, only to have warm hands help him halfway through. He stares suspiciously at the younger man and wonders where all that anger from 2023 went.
"...thanks," he mutters and watches in confusion as Bez lights up like a Christmas tree.
Later, Álex tells him he'd lost his glases and that Pecco and Luca had spent a whole half hour helping him look.
Marc doesn't know what's happening. He doesn't know why the pack who hated them for so long is currently playing nice.
(He wants to hit his purring inner omega. This doesn't mean anything. Marc won't let his hopes up. Never again.)
But then it keeps happening. Pecco is eating dinner and he'll slide next to them silently. Luca will pass by the Gresini box and discuss strategies and Honda functionalities with Marc. Bez will gift them random trinkets and offer them to go walk Rubik with him. Franky will sit in silence next to them and read a book.
It's all weird and foreign to them. It makes Marc want to snarl at them and tell them to cut it off.
He doesn't. Because Álex is starting to lower his guard and he looks genuinely happy to see the VR46 pack. Marc watches him interact with Luca and he wonders. The two alphas seem to get along. They all seem to get along with Álex.
It's Marco who finds him after an hour, curled in a corner of his motorhome and pinching himself to stop the pathetic whines spilling from his mouth.
The pack had been so nice to them, to Álex. For months they'd made them feel included. Marc can't be the one ruining this by being what he is.
Marc Márquez. Enemy of Valentino Rossi.
Maybe, if they can't accept him, then at least they can make sure Álex has a nice pack—
"Marc!"
He looks up in surprise. Why is Marco here?
He swallows another sound threatening to leave his throat. His omega whimpers and snarls in grief.
He must smell awful.
"Ah, Marco. What are you doing here—"
He doesn't get to finish his sentence before he has his arms full of a whining alpha. Marc panics once he realizes that Marco's scent is going bad because of his own.
"No—Marco, please. I'm sorry, you don't have to..."
You don't have to care about me. I'll be fine.
Instead, Marco only releases another whine and buries his face in Marc's neck, near his scent gland.
He stops breathing.
All he can feel is that breath on his throat, warm and reassuring. Marc feels like he should panic. There's an alpha inches away from his scent gland. He's not a defenseless omega, but...
And yet he can't bring himself to do anything but relax into the touch. Marco had never acted roughly with him these past few months, and he'd made it very clear that he regretted insulting Marc these past few years. He believes the man. Despite everything, Marc believes.
Marco feels Marc melting into his touch and lets out a deep, pleased rumble. It reverberate in Marc's chest beautifully.
Almost shyly, a tongue makes contact with his scent glad, giving it a tiny kitten lick. Marc bites his lip and tries not to moan in relief at the feeling.
Marco seems to take this as permission, and he starts rubbing and lapping at Marc's throat while rumbling softly, his scent now a nectar to Marc's sensitive nose.
He brings them closer until he's flush with the younger man, and this time he does moan at the slightest brush of teeth.
His head feels fuzzy, and the pleasure going down his spine is unlike anything he's ever felt outside a heat. He can't help but rock into it, his purring interrupted by noises of pleasure here and there.
He's never been scented so intensely before, and he wonders if people will mistake him for Marco after this. He will probably smell like the Italian for a while.
(He doesn't mind. He can't stop purring.)
Marc can feel himself getting slick from all the attention, and he whines in need.
"I can't. You're upset," Marco whines back at him, sounding so destroyed and drunk on Marc's lust-filled scent.
And doesn't that just undo Marc? That Marco cares enough about his feeling that he would ignore his alpha need to pin down any willing omega?
They stay like that for a while, simply bathing in each other's scents.
Marc can feel a seed of hope grow in his chest. Maybe, this is it. For him and Álex.
Maybe, they've found what they were missing all this time.
It's another couple of months later until they officially join the pack. By then, they basically acted like one anyway. Marc purrs in Marco's chest and watchea the usually composed Luca fumble around his words as Álex smiles at him.
These two...
"They're idiots," Marco pipes up with a laugh.
"Most would say they're smarter than us," he counters with a grins and looks up at the younger man's adoring eyes.
He didn't make it easy for Marco, even after all these months. Even after they'd scented each other, the Italian asked to court Marc and he said no.
(He had his reasons.)
He didn't expect the man to keep asking, practically begging until Marc's worries were melting and he found himself wrapped in warm arms.
It's not so bad. Being courted.
"Look at them!" Marco says, exasperated. Marc looks at his brother and Luca once more to see them making eyes at each other.
"They're disgustingly in love," the Italian grumbles and hugs him closer. They had just woken up from a nap in a nest of Marc and Franky's making. He looks at Pecco's still asleep form.
"This isn't so bad," he whispers with a smile.
"What?" Marco asks.
"Nothing," he answers mysteriously. "Where is Valentino anyway?" He wonders to change the subject.
And also because he is painfully curious. He'd not heard of the pack alpha even after all these months. Marc thought he would have objected their addition to the pack, or something.
"Oh! Erm, about that..."
Marc pauses. He turns to fully look at Marco's guilty face.
"He knows, right?"
"Allora, it depends on your description of knowing—"
"Marco!"
Well, not everything is done and dusted yet. But as Marc gives a helpless look at the pack around him, he finds himself a bit less worried than he should be.
i got told i need to hump for a week to get off...how should i do it? 🥺
- subby-fae
if you want to hump and you have a dildo or something you can hump one of those <3 would be really hard to resist doing anything more, so I think thats a fun mindfuck
i want to take care of looking good cuz i feel i look like shi but i feel people will think im trying so hard to be beautiful and they will laugh at me like "omg he thinks he looks good lmao so pathetic" so i end up looking like a baby dove
