Archiving these here because I'm anal. And one of these won some awards (WHAT?) and I need a place to post them.

Title: Inappropriate Touching
Author: sdk
Fandom: Alles was zählt
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Simone/Deniz/Roman
Rating: Disturbing (or PG-13 I guess)
Genre: Crack
Length/Word Count: Ficlet, 298 words
Warnings: INAPPROPRIATENESS
Summary: Simone would like to make her relationship with Deniz less formal.
Notes: I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER WHO BROUGHT THIS ON. OH WAIT, YES, IT WAS ROSE. I'M SURE OF IT. Originally written in all caps because that's the only way I could handle what I was writing. But now this seems tame.
Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters that I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world that I didn't create. No copyright infringement intended, no money's being made.




Inappropriate Touching

"Herr Öztuerk…"

A slow tingle starts at the base of my spine. I'm not sure if it's caused by the way her hand slides over my knee or the piercing heat of Roman's stare from across the room.

"I think we know each other well enough…we needn't be so formal, hmm?"

I only catch a glance of Roman's lips quirking at the corners when Frau Steinkamp demands all of my attention with a snatch of my chin.

"You may call me Simone." Her lips pucker around the O in her name, a hint of tongue slides through to wet her lower lip and my heart jumps to my throat. I'm having one of those dreams again, where I wake up with my dick stuck to a cushion and drool dried on my cheek only, fuck, Frau Steinkamp never had a starring role and her hand doesn't feel anything like a cushion.

"But--we have to…drink--toast-" My throat closes around my voice as if I'm fourteen again, babbling about inane traditions, but her palm creeps up my thigh and I can't remember what's next--there should be toasting, and I should get up and leave or say something, anything, but all that comes out is a weak little grunt.

And suddenly Roman is there. I never saw him move, but I can feel him behind me, tiny hairs at the nape of my neck raise to bask in warm breath. His lips graze along my skin just below my earlobe and Frau S--Simone--her eyes gleam more brightly than I've ever seen before.

"Let's just skip straight to the kiss," Roman rasps. His mouth slithers down my neck and the last thing I see before my eyes close are cherry red lips, and I fall into bliss.


-Fin-


Title: Another Night at Homolulu's
Author: sdk
Fandom: Alles was zählt
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Marc/?? (IT'S A SURPRISE.)
Rating: PG-13 FOR USING A BAD WORD AND FOR BEING UTTERLY INAPPROPRIATE
Genre: CRACK
Length/Word Count: Comment!fic/247 words
Warnings: INAPPROPRIATENESS
Summary: Marc spends another night at Homolulu's.
Notes: I WOULD SAY I'M SORRY, BUT THIS IS ALDI'S FAULT SO MAKE HER APOLOGIZE TO YOU.
Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters that I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world that I didn't create. No copyright infringement intended, no money's being made.


Another Night at Homolulu's

Another night at Homolulu's. It's pathetic, Marc knows. He's too old for this anymore. Too old, too tired, and here for all the wrong reasons. But it's the only club in town geared toward those of his persuasion and what the fuck-all else is he going to do? Maybe, just maybe, this will be the one night he can forget the name, Roman Wild.

In an instant Marc realizes this is impossible, because in that instant, the crowd parts and a thick beam of light sweeps across the dance floor landing on a sole figure gyrating to the thumping beat. He's much too young, clad in tight cut-offs and a flannel button-down, open with the ends knotted above his navel. His skin glistens with sparkle from his neck all the way down to where his legs disappear into worn-brown cowboy boots. It shouldn't be attractive; it screams innocent country boy's first night in the big bad city and is utterly ridiculous…and yet, Marc can't look away.

But it's not until his gaze lands on the curve of the boy's jaw, slides along the angle of his cheekbone and catches that knowing gleam in his eye that Marc knows he's in trouble.

Florian licks his lips and cocks his head in invitation. Marc throws back the rest of his drink and drowns out the warning bells clanging in his head.

If he can't forget about Roman Wild, well maybe, just maybe, he can have the next best thing.


-Fin-


Title: No One Loves You Quite Like Family
Author: sdk
Fandom: Alles was zählt
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Max/Friederike
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Scary Crack
Length/Word Count: Ficlet, 681 words
Warnings: Incest
Summary: See title. And pairing. And warnings. Ack!
Notes: ALDI'S FAULT AGAIN. SHE DARED ME. LIKE SRSLY. SHE KNOWS BETTER.
Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters that I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world that I didn't create. No copyright infringement intended, no money's being made.


No One Loves You Quite Like Family

Friederike strode into Maximilian's office in heels too high for a woman her age, painted lips and hair slicked back into a tight bun with only a sprinkle of grey and a few thin wrinkles around her eyes giving a hint that she could be Simone's mother--his grandmother.

Maximilian stood and crossed in front of his desk to receive the customary kiss on his cheek in greeting, but Friederike wasted no more time in illuminating the reason for her visit.

"We must protect your mother," she breathed. She drew back with a gleam of determination he often saw in his own mother's eyes. "Richard must pay."

She didn't withdraw as he expected though, just stood there far too close, hands resting lightly on his shoulders, head cocked to the side like a bird waiting for a worm to wiggle, to give away its location amid the dirt and seal its fate.

"He will," Maximilian said, but her gaze didn't waver as he expected with his affirmation. He could smell her perfume, light and flowery but with a spice that lay cloyingly beneath and seemed to grow stronger the longer she stood near. Her fingers brushed over his lapels and it was only with her movement that he realized his hands still pressed against her arms from their earlier greeting. He wanted to drop them, but something in her eyes held him in place.

"You're very loyal to your mother," she said with a slow smile.

"Of course."

"But it wasn't always so, was it? Oh yes," she continued as Maximilian fought to keep his expression still. "She told me all about your...little manipulation."

"That was a long time ago," Maximilian said. He wanted nothing more than to step away from her embrace and walk back around his desk, if only to break free from her overpowering scent, but she kept him close with dark red nails straightening his tie. It was a seemingly normal grandmotherly thing to do, though the way her mouth curved dispelled any notion she had normal grandmotherly things on her mind.

Maximilian's eyes darkened and her smile grew. "And it wouldn't have been necessary had you not-"

"Yes, yes." She brushed his shoulders as if she could just as easily brush away his childhood if she chose to. "It is, I suppose, all my doing one way or the other. Though if I'd only known how handsome you'd turn out..."

Her eyes gleamed and she leaned close once more, pressing her lips just above the corner of his mouth. Maximilian braced for the expected shudder which would give away exactly how uncomfortable he was--a power he did not want Friederike know she had over him--but instead his traitorous skin buzzed in anticipation. He could taste the spice of her perfume now; it flowed through his mouth, clouding his brain and making him shiver instead.

"If you should ever want to take a similar revenge on me, I would not mind." Her breath ghosted across his cheek as she dragged her lips closer and closer to his ear. "Though I'm afraid you would have to do much more than just wake up in the same bed with me to have it do you any good."

Before Maximilian could even formulate a response--any response--she was clear of his embrace and half-way to the door, leaving him standing with open arms and clinging to an imaginary lover. The tinkle of laughter dotted her parting words. "I'll be back later--to discuss our plans for Richard," she said, and then she was gone.

Maximilian sagged against his desk as soon as he heard the door click shut, eyes closed in an effort to calm his racing heartbeat. He took a breath, then another, but with every inhale he could still smell her; his stomach involuntarily tightened in excitement and he gritted his teeth at his own reaction.

His hands curled into fists and Maximilian vowed right then he would have his revenge. But it wouldn't be the revenge she expected, no matter what his body wanted.



-Fin-







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