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Part Two
Here we go then! Not too late, eh? Better than most things coming from me at the moment :L
Here is the second instalment of the 2015 season review series I'm doing : ) I hope you all like it! Next one will be soon :D
http://archiveofourown.org/works/3429782
Super glad to hear Fernando is Ok ^_^ and I think I've found that I don't mind if he's in hospital for another day or so because it means he's recovering and that's good :')
But, here is some webbonso because I had lots of feels and told darkmysterystar I was going to write some. So this is sort of for her too ^_^ Hope you enjoy:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/3422822
Title: Crying Series: Language Acquisition (1/3) Author: langsdelijn (Cass) Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Characters: Lewis Hamilton, Nico Rosberg, Vivian Sibold Pairing: Nico Rosberg/Vivian Sibold, not-very-subtle hints at future OT3 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: None Summary: A maternity visit and a crying baby (and a somewhat unexpected solution/conclusion).
Ship Names
darkmysterystar and I have been talking and some new ship names appeared. Feel free to adopt them : ) Massando - Fernando/Felipe Buttonso - Fernando/Jenson Lewonso - Fernando/Lewis Stellando - Fernando/Andrea Sebonso - Fernando/Sebastian As you can tell there was a theme to our conversation :L
baby nando and baby mark stumble in your askbox, mate. "Nando had stolen all of my blanket the little snuggling shit!" - "But he hidden my fave red car!" - "Only because you kept driving it all over my face mate!"-*pouts*
You… You perfect human :D I knew who this was before you even told me :D I love this I love this and here is your prize:
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“Vroom!”
Mark squints his eyes shut tighter, thinking that if hepretends it isn’t happening it won’t be.
“Vroom! Vroom!”
Nope. No it definitely is happening.
“Eeerck! Vroom-VROOM!”
Why can he not just be left alone?
“Vroooom!”
Can he not tell he is trying to sleep?
“Eerck- VROOM!”
He has tried yawning before to show that he is tired but itdidn’t help.
“Vrooom vrooooom!”
He just drove the car into his mouth.
“Vro-!”
“-Nando.” Mark pouts, opening his eyes to see the small boyin front of him, a little smile on his face. Fernando just smiles wider. “Stopit.”
“Cannot, Mark. Are racing.”
“Cannot have a race with one car.” Mark points out, tryingto bat Fernando’s hand away from his face. Fernando just giggles, weaving thecar over Mark’s nose. Mark glares at him. “Stop it!” He whines. Fernando foldshis arms, leaving his car on Mark’s forehead.
“Will not play with me.” Fernando huffs. Mark drags hisblanket over his head.
“Sleeping.”
“Maaaaarrrrrkkk!” Fernando whines, climbing on top of Markand poking at him. Mark kicks him off. “Plays car with me!”
“Go to sleep, Nando.”
“Not tired.” He protests, climbing back on top of Mark. Markcatches the car as it slips off his forehead. “Mark, play!”
“Play later…” He mutters, spinning the wheels of Fernando’scar. Fernando lies back on top of him, sighing dramatically.
“Maaaarkkkk!” He whinges. “Boooooredd.”
“Go play cars with Seb.”
“No!” Fernando strops, thrashing his legs out. “Sebicheater.”
“Is not, Nando.”
“Says sore looser!” Fernando complains, pulling at the blanketover Mark’s head. Mark pushes him off.
“No, Nando.”
“Ow, Mark. You hurt me.” Fernando clutches his wrists, hisbottom lip wobbling. Mark pokes an eye out from under his blanket, looking overat the young Spaniard.
“Didn’t mean to.”
“You kick me!” Fernando accuses, eyes watering.
“You were annoying me.”
“Do not hurted you.” Fernando sniffs, still holding hiswrist. “Really hurted…”
“I’m sorry, Nando.” Mark bites his lip. He didn’t mean tohurt Fernando. He just wanted him to leave him alone. Fernando sniffs, rubbinghis eyes. “I can kiss it better?” Fernando looks up at Mark with tear-filledeyes, holding his wrist out and nodding a little. Mark crawls over to him,sitting back on his knees and taking Fernando’s wrist in his hands gently.Fernando sniffs again, watching Mark closely. “Mummy always kisses my ouchiesbetter. It always works.”
“Is your mummy magic?” Fernando asks, his eyes wide. Marknods excitedly. “My mama was magic. Until one day I go on the big boy slide andfall off and her magic better kiss not working…” Fernando explains sadly.
“My mummy’s always work.” Mark smiles, pressing his lips toFernando’s wrist. He looks up at his friend. “Better?” Fernando smiles alittle, nodding.
“Are magic too!” He beams excitedly. Mark looks at his handsin awe.
“Awesome.” He mutters as Fernando pushes to his feet.
“Now can come and play cars!”
“No, Nando.” Fernando’s smile falls off his face.
“Why not?”
“I am tired.” Mark presses, yawning and stretching foreffect. Fernando folds his arms, pouting.
“But you hurt me.”
“I said sorry.” Mark says, climbing back under his blankets.They’re so warm and snuggly he can already feel his eyelids getting heavier. “Playcars with someone else.”
“Want to play cars with Mark!” Fernando stamps his foot.Mark opens his eyes.
“Mark will play later.”
“You are boring.” Fernando sulks, sitting on the floor.
“Mummy says I have to nap or I’m a grumpy pants and shedoesn’t like it when I’m grumpy.” Mark explains. Fernando gets up again,walking away from Mark.
“Are so boring and sleepy.” Fernando states as he moves outof the nap room. “Do not need Mark to play cars.” Mark wants to protest butFernando has already left. It makes him sad that Fernando doesn’t want to playcars with him anymore but he is really tired. He’ll play cars with Fernandolater. Putting his hand in his pocket he feels Fernando’s red car that he took.At least the little Spaniard can’t drive it all over his face now.
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Fernando decides quickly that being in a strop is too mucheffort, so he decides to play cars with Jenson. Problem is, he can’t find hiscar. He looks everywhere for it and even has one of the ladies help him lookbut he’s really upset and there are tears in his eyes because he just doesn’tknow where it is. And he definitely had it because he was playing with it withMark. And he never goes to playschool without his red car because it’s hisfavourite and it’s much better than the ones at the playschool. He doesn’t wantto use the green one and when they race he looses and he blames the green carand that makes him sadder.
Mark.
“Wha-?” Mark groans as the warmth is pulled from on top ofhim. He rubs his eyes, sitting up, feeling confused and disorientated.
“Give it back!” Fernando yells, causing the sleeping Romainbeside Mark to stir. Mark blinks at Fernando, trying to understand what isgoing on.
“Huh?” Mark yawns, rubbing his eyes.
“Give me back my red car! I know you took it!” Fernandodemands, his voice getting more hysterical. Mark reaches for his blanket,frowning when he doesn’t feel it under his hand. He frowns at Fernando, seeingit bundled in the small boys arms.
“You took my blanket!” Mark shouts, getting a smack in theankle from Romain.
“Give me back my car!” Fernando snaps, pulling more ofMark’s blanket into his hands. Mark folds his arms.
“Don’t have it.” He shrugs. Fernando’s eyes fill with tearsagain.
“You do! You do have it! Cannot find it and you have it!Loose the race because you steal it!”
“I didn’t steal it you left it with me.” Mark points out.Fernando glares at him.
“Give. It. BACK!”
“You don’t need me to play cars why should I?”
“Is MINE!” Fernando screams. Mark pouts at him.
“You took my blanket without permission. That’s stealing! You can go to prison for thatand they’ll lock you up and take away your car!” Mark spits.
“You take my car without perminiistion.” Fernando challengesback. Mark shakes his head.
“You leave it with me. And were driving it all over myface.”
“Give it back.”
“No.”
“Fine! Then I take blankie to paint!” Fernando huffs,turning on his heels. Mark moves to chase after him, accidently standing on adragging corner of the blanket Fernando had taken. It catches the littleSpaniard out, tripping him up and throwing him to the floor.
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Today is the worst day in playschool. First Mark took hiscar, then he lost to Jenson and Sebastianin the race and now he’s not even allowed to play because the ladies think hemight have conmussion. He doesn’t want commusion, he wants to play with his carand win all the races. But he’s not allowed.
Mark and him are definitely not friends anymore.
Mark wanders over to the sick room, hiding behind thedoorframe and looking in at Fernando who is sitting on the bed, arms folded andsulking. Mark feels really bad. He didn’t mean to give Fernando concushion. Hedoesn’t even know what concushion is but he knows it means Fernando can’t playfor a little while. He feels really bad about that.
“Nando?” He mutters, still hiding behind the door. Fernandojust huffs, turning his head. “I’m sorry-”
“-Mama says sometimes sorry not good enough.” Fernando saysto the wall. Mark drops his head, stepping into the room.
“What if I get concushion too? Then we will be the same andI can sit with you?”
“Do not want you to sit with me.” Fernando pouts.
“I am really sorry, Nando.” Mark says, still feelingterrible.
“Is your fault. Now cannot play, loose my car, my head hurtsand have comussioning…” Mark climbs onto the bed next to Fernando, sittingbeside him. Fernando turns his head as far away as possible.
“I can help?” Mark says, trying to get in Fernando’s eyeline. Fernando keeps turning his head away.
“Cannot.”
“Can. I’m magic, remember? Can kiss it better?”
“Do not want you to.”
“Please? I am really really sorry, Nando. I didn’t mean togive you concushion…”
“And you take my car.”
“You took my blankie.”
“You took my car.”
“Look, I am sorry but I do not think you are.” Mark frowns,annoyed. “Why aren’t you sorry?”
“Because you took my car and I lost because you did!”
“You keep driving it over me! I wanted to sleep.”
“Well now you can sleep all you want.” Fernando spits,glaring at the floor. Mark turns his shoulder so they’re sitting facing eachother.
“Let me kiss it better? Please? I’m really sorry.”
“Cannot help.” Fernando bats his arms away but Mark stopshim before he can turn back to the wall. He puts his hand in his pocket.
“Does this help?” Fernando’s eyes widen as he see his redcar in Mark’s hand. He snatches it from him, turning the wheels to make sureits Ok. “Sorry I took it…” Mark mutters sheepishly, looking at his feet. “Ihope we are still friends.” There is a moment of silence where Fernando looksacross at Mark.
“Sorry for taking your blankie.” Fernando says, shufflingcloser to Mark. “You need to get a car now.” He smiles, driving it over Mark’sknee. He suddenly pulls it back, remembering Mark doesn’t like it when hedrives the car over him. Mark moves closer, taking the car from Fernando anddriving it up the Spaniard’s arm before handing it back.
“Have asked Santa for Christmas.” He beams, Fernando echoeshis expression.
“Then we can race together! Will it be red?”
“Hopefully.” Mark grins. Fernando gasps excitedly.
“Then we can be teammates!”
“Really?”
“Yes! Have always wanted a best friend teammate.” Fernandosmiles, leaning on Mark’s shoulder and driving his car over his knee again.Mark can’t wipe the smile off his face as he wraps his blanket over Fernandoand his shoulders. He gets to be Fernando’s teammate. And Fernando said he was his best friend. “Mark?” Fernando yawns.Mark looks down at him.
“Yeah?”
“You can race with my car until then if you like.” He smiles,placing the car in Mark’s hand.
“We can share.”
“Mark?”
“Mmm?” Mark hums, driving Fernando’s car over both of theirlegs.
“Head hurts…” Mark stops with the car, beaming at Fernando.
“Do you want me to kiss it better?” Fernando just nods, hiseyes slipping closed. Mark places a gentle kiss to Fernando’s forehead, lookingat his best friend closely. “Better?” Fernando yawns, nodding and curling intoMark’s lap, feeling very sleepy.
“Magic Mark.” Fernando mutters before falling asleep. Markcontinues to drive the car over Fernando’s sleeping form, unable to take thesmile off his face.
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:D Thank you for putting this in my ask box :’) Really really, I loved writing this! :D I am sorry if they seem too well spoken for their age or if they’re too grown up or too intelligent but I don’t write many baby fics for that exact reason; I try to get the age right but I always find that a bit difficult (especially with Mark). If anyone has any tips for me to make my baby writing better I’d really appreciate it ^_^
But thanks for the prompt hun ^_^ I loved it :D *hugs tightly*
Don't Be Mad
So turva-auto was having a shit few days the other day and in a bid to cheer her up I started this. As you'll all know I've been on an involuntary writing-strike for the past few days and this unfortunately got wrapped up into that. But here it is! Albeit a few days late :P Some Martian for you, hun. I hope you like it ^_^
Set Valentine's Day
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“Don’t be mad.” Mark flicks his eyes up from the book he is reading, raising an eyebrow at the sheepish German in front of him. He doesn’t like Sebastian’s statement. It unnerves him. Sebastian stands sheepishly in front of him, wringing his hands together and looking at the floor. He looks like a child about to be told off. It makes Mark close his book.
“Why would I be mad?”
“I…” Sebastian’s voice falters as he winces, pointing behind Mark’s back. Still confused, the Australian looks where Sebastian is pointing, his eyes raking the area for something broken or out of place. It really doesn’t take long for him to stop it. “Happy Valentine’s day…” Sebastian mutters, his eyes locked on the back of Mark’s head as he gets up. Mark really doesn’t know what to say. He is completely speechless.
“Valentine’s day?” Mark murmurs, his attention taken up by the elephant in the room. Sebastian follows him as Mark moves towards it.
“I know we said we weren’t going to do anything but I saw this and…” Sebastian blushes a deep red as Mark folds his eyes, looking at Sebastian’s gift to him.
“How did you even get it in here?” Mark asks, bemused. Sebastian just shrugs.
“Are you mad?” He asks in a small voice. He can barely keep his eyes open as Mark picks up one of it’s paws, examining it. As he drops it it thumps softly against its stomach. Sebastian closes his eyes, dropping his head. “I’m sorry, I-”
“It’s almost as tall as me, mate.” Mark smiles, manoeuvring himself so he’s behind it. It’s now Sebastian’s time to frown at him. He can’t help but laugh as Mark’s head pops up by its shoulder. “So what is this then?”
“It’s a koala bear.” Sebastian says cutely. If Mark were closer he would have had to kiss him. Unfortunately now thought there is a large grey koala bear between them.
“Yes, I know that.” Mark pokes, rolling his eyes. “I mean why did you get it? What is it supposed to mean?” Sebastian thinks about that for a moment. His mind draws a blank.
“It’s Australian.” He offers, though it sounds more like a question than an answer. Mark laughs at him.
“Does it have a name?” Mark asks, leaning on it’s shoulder. The koala’s head gets knocked against the doorframe, in turn pushing it back so it’s resting on Mark’s head. Sebastian beams at him.
“Kylie?” Mark’s eyes flash wider.
“No. No more kinky anything from you.” Mark says before disappearing behind the koala again. Sebastian can’t help but bite his lip, remembering back to that day.
“Kinky Kylie?” Mark frowns after Sebastian tells him the name of his new car. Mark knows Sebastian likes to name his cars but this? He supposes he shouldn’t really be surprised. Sebastian just blushes.
“Yeah…”
“You think a car is kinky?” Mark smirks, seeing he’s got Sebastian a little flustered. The hinted blush creeping up his cheeks makes Mark want to see it more.
“Erm, well, no….”
“Are you kinky for the car?” Mark teases. Sebastian gaps at him.
“No! It… It has a ring to it. Like Randy Mandy…”
“Right. So you liked Kylie?”
“It’s an Australian name, right?” Sebastian says, not even thinking about it. The smirk drops off Mark’s face as it’s turned into a frown of confusion.
“Australian?”
“Seb. Help.” Sebastian is snapped out of the memory, looking round at Mark trying to push the koala into the room.
“What?”
“Can you just move that chair?” Completely lost, Sebastian drags the armchair Mark is pointing to out of the way. He watches as Mark then proceeds to push the koala into the gap that they have now created. With its back against the wall Mark straightens up, looking satisfied. Sebastian feels very confused. “Just leave that over there.” Mark directs, pointing to the opposite wall for Sebastian to deposit the armchair. Mark leaves the room momentarily as Sebastian moves the chair, not really understanding. The Australian laughs having found Sebastian exactly where he left him in the middle of the room. “I’m not mad, Seb.”
“That’s debatable actually.” Sebastian grins, folding his arms. Mark smacks his arm lightly before placing the card and the box into his hands.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Mark kisses, cradling Sebastian into his arms. Sebastian blushes.
“I thought you didn’t do Valentine’s Day…” He mutters, letting Mark lead him across the room.
“I don’t.” Mark beams, pulling Sebastian into his lap as they sit down. He kisses at the German’s neck. “You’re special.” Sebastian doesn’t really know what to say to that. He turns in Mark’s hold so he’s straddling the Australian now face to face. Mark smiles gently at him, rubbing softly at his hip.
“We’re sitting on the koala.” Sebastian points out. Mark’s lips break into a full smile at Sebastian’s observation.
“Yeah.”
“Like a seat.”
“It pretty much is, mate.” Sebastian curls into Mark’s hold, sighing contently.
“I like it.”
“So let me get this straight; it’s a Mark and Sebastian valentine’s gift?”
“Well if you’re going to use him like a chair…” Sebastian shrugs.
“I’ll use it most when you’re not here.” Mark whispers, kissing Sebastian’s temple. Sebastian curls himself closer to Mark.
“I don’t like not being here.” He admits sadly. Mark nods, rubbing his back.
“I know. It always feels like something is missing when you’re not here… Not even a giant koala is going to solve that problem, mate.”
“Might take the sting out a bit?” Sebastian jokes, but when he looks up at Mark he can see only seriousness in the Australian’s eyes. It worries him a little. “Hey, it’s alright…” Sebastian cups Mark’s cheek. Mark let’s his lips curl slightly, passing the card and box back to Sebastian. It confuses the German a touch but he reluctantly lets go of Mark to open his gift. The card goes on the table beside Mark and his fingers pull slowly at the red wrapping around the box. Sebastian feels speechless when a ring-box looking thing falls into his lap.
“It’s not that. Not yet.” Mark says, not wanting to get Sebastian’s hopes up only to smash them down. It’s not that he doesn’t want to marry the German, it’s just he hasn’t even told his parents about them yet. He just thinks that being officially introduced should come before a ring. And he also wants to ask Sebastian’s parents for their permission.
Sebastian’s hands are still shaking a little as he pulls back the lid, looking into the soft velvet lining. He’s quite confused when he pulls a key out of the box. A key attached to a key ring with a photo of Mark and him on it. He looks up at Mark for an explanation, one hundred uses for the key rushing through his head. Mark takes his free hand in his.
“Move in with me, Sebi.” Mark asks, unable to pull a full smile onto his face just yet. He’s scared stiff that Sebastian is going to say no, that it’s all moving to fast. Isn’t he happy with the way things were? Of course Mark is happy, unbelievably so. But he just wants Sebastian here all the time. He doesn’t think that’s too much to ask.
And apparently, neither does Sebastian.
Sebastian launches himself at Mark, gripping the key tightly as he kisses Mark passionately. Mark tries to get his arms around him to steady the German but before they know it Mark’s fallen backwards with Sebastian on top of him and the koala trapping them together. Mark can’t help but laugh as Sebastian blushes.
“Can I take that as a yes?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Sebastian beams, breaking his words with kisses. Mark tangles a hand into Sebastian’s hair, holding him close as he wraps one leg around the German’s waist.
“I think maybe we should take this upstairs.” Mark purrs in Sebastian’s ear, his voice having dropped several pitches and his words oozing with sensuality. “This guy might get in the way…” Mark mutters against Sebastian’s skin, making the younger man shiver in anticipation.
“Monty…” Sebastian breathes. Mark stops kissing him to frown at him.
“What?”
“The koala…” Sebastian smiles. Mark frowns at him for a moment longer before shaking his head, laughing.
“Monty the koala?”
“Yeah.” Sebastian beams, letting Mark help him up. He straightens Monty so he’s sitting up again. Once he’s finished Mark’s arms come around his waist.
“Then we should definitely take this upstairs. Monty is way to young to see what I’m about to do to you.” Mark links their fingers, pulling Sebastian from the room.
“You’re about to do to me?” Sebastian questions. It makes Mark stop in his tracks, turning to look at the younger man.
“What?” Sebastian isn’t used to hearing Mark’s voice so high. He moves up the stairs until they’re standing at the same height.
“Well…” Sebastian says innocently, dragging his fingers lightly over Mark’s shoulder. “There were just a few things I wanted to do to you.”
“Yeah?” Mark tries to sound like his normal self but it’s really not working. Sebastian steps closer to him, making sure there is no air between them.
“Oh yes, mate.”
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Title: The Etymology of Names Series: Mersisdes (1/?) Author: langsdelijn (Cass) Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Characters: Nico Rosberg, Lewis Hamilton Pairing: None Rating: General Audiences Warnings: None Summary: A first meeting, and a later recollection.
First installment of the double genderswap (female!Lewis and female!Nico) 'verse.
