21 May 2010 @ 06:20 am
Fluff & commentfic dump  
In a laughable attempt to be somewhat organised... *scrapes scattered fic together and dumps*

Title: Push To Shove
Author: [info]aldiara
Fandom/Characters: Alles Was Zählt, Marian/Marc-ish, secretly dreaming of becoming Marian/Marc/Roman/Deniz (HAHAHAHAH OMG THAT MAKES "MAMADERO" PLS KEEP THE MPREG PLOTBUNNIES AWAY FROM ME THX
Word Count: "Commentfic" = 800 words in Aldicount *bagplants*
Rating: PG-13 FOR INAPPROPRIATE SHIPPING
Summary: It's hard to respectfully stalk people in peace when angry Turks get in the way all the time.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, including my own brain. It was loaned to me by Claudia Bergmann.
A/N: It's customary to blame someone for these things, so I'm blaming this post, especially the comment thread, [info]sdk for inspiring it, and [info]redcouchaddict for threatening me with unspeakable pairings to make me post it (NO, NO, TRUST ME. THEY ARE NOT THE FUN KINDS OF UNSPEAKABLE PAIRINGS! *shuddertwitch*)

Push To Shove


Marc felt the air rush out of his lungs with an audible "whoosh" when his back hit the brick wall behind the dumpsters. Marian followed close on the heels of his shove, not giving him a chance to step aside, crowding him in. He was shorter than Marc by half a head, but there was no hesitation in his movements, nothing but absolute confidence and an intriguing sort of stealthy grace.

"Listen, you smarmy bastard," Marian snarled at him, fists bunching in the fabric of Marc's jacket as he held him pinned in place. "I'm not sure what your game is, and I don't care. What I do know is you're trouble. Stay away from Roman, do you hear me?"

Marc blinked down at him, taken too much by surprise by the situation - accosted by his ex's boyfriend's father late at night next to a dumpster - to entirely smother a snort of amusement.

"Is Deniz sending daddy dearest now to do his bullying for him? I must say you're both awfully easy to rattle," he drawled. It was only when he saw Marian's light-coloured eyes narrow that he realised that this one was different from Deniz's blustering challenges and fake aggressive smiles, different from the younger Öztürk's threatening glares, which were all too easily stripped to the helpless fear at their core.

This one was dangerous.

There was no space left between them. Marc could feel the warmth of Marian's fists through the layers of cloth, could smell leather and a hint of spices, a whiff of beer on the other man's breath, although he didn't think Marian was drunk, not by a long shot.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll be looking to leave town soonish," Marian said, quieter now, but despite his tone and the stupid cowboy cliché of the words, Marc no longer felt amused.

"Is that a warning?" he asked, equally quietly.

Marian's teeth flashed white in the dim illumination of a streetlight. "No. That's a threat."

Marc felt something spark inside himself in response to that humourless smile; something sly and predatory and wholly instinctive. He brought up his hands, slow enough not to provoke aggression; curled one around the iron grip of Marian's wrist at his lapel and the other smoothly against Marian's cheek. He felt the other man flinch in surprise and smiled, sliding his fingers across the stubble on Marian's cheek. Then he brought his face forward too, cheek moving against Marian's temple, bringing his mouth close to Marian's ear.

"I think it's touching, how you're both trying so hard to keep me from him," he murmured. He felt an unvoluntary shiver pass through Marian's body at the hot gust of Marc's breath against his ear, and smiled. Continuing to caress Marian's other cheek with his fingers, he added, in a voice barely more than a whisper, "I do wonder, though: is it because you're looking out for your son's boyfriend - or because you can't have him for yourself?"

Marian froze. For a second, Marc could feel the increased pull as the other man's fists tightened even more on his jacket. Then he was hauled around and shoved hard in a dizzying whirl, too fast to stop it. His shoulder connected painfully with the dumpster before he went down, barely bringing his hands up in time to protect his face from hitting the pavement.

He rolled around quickly, prepared for further attack, but Marian stood a good three feet away, fists still clenched, staring down at him with an unreadable expression. He was breathing hard, lips slightly parted, and for a moment Marc allowed himself to wonder what he might taste like, and how he might sound when he came.

Then Marian jammed his hands into his pockets with much more force than necessary, and stepped past him, heading for the brightly lit entrance of his bar.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll leave," he said in passing, but the steely note of danger was gone from his voice, and he didn't look at Marc.

Marc let his head sink back against the dumpster behind him, belatedly tasting blood where he'd bitten the inside of his cheek. He prodded the cut gingerly with the tip of his tongue, sighing as they flashed by his mind's eye like an unlikely trio of candidates in a trite reality show: Deniz, with his resentful dark eyes and those sinful lips drawn back in a snarl; Roman spinning gracefully through the ballet room, drawing in that one breath of air that drew him up close against Marc's chest; and this one, spitfire and danger, with his smell of smoke and guilt and desire.

Unfortunately for him, Marc had never really been the type who went after the things that were good for him.



Title: Six Days
Author: [info]aldiara
Fandom/Characters: Alles Was Zählt, Vanessa/Nina
Word Count: 600 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nina visits Vanessa in Boston to find out if the torrid online affair they've been having (like you do) is the real deal.
Disclaimer: I don't own these girls, much as I'd like to have them as part of my personal harem.
A/N: Originally posted for [info]sdk in [info]shelly_love.

Six Days


Day One:

“Hey,” says Nina, breathless and impossibly shiny-haired considering she’s just coming off a five-hour flight.

Vanessa finds herself at a loss for words that she’s never experienced during the last three months of increasingly intimate emails and chat sessions. All she can think of is how insane this is. Nina should just turn around and go back to L.A. now before everything turns into an awkward mess.

But Nina determinedly tosses her hair and starts babbling about the movies on the plane. On the way to Vanessa’s car, she reaches out and takes her hand, and Vanessa remembers to breathe.


Day Two:

They sit on the campus lawn, drinking Frappuccinos and giggling like schoolgirls as they catch up. Nina shares Male Function gossip; Vanessa throws back her head and laughs her full-bodied dolphin laugh that flushes her cheeks and fills her eyes with wicked sparkle. It’s crazy, and a little scary, how much Nina’s missed her laugh.

That night they talk, and when they run out of things to say, they sit and stare at each other, faces close, frozen in nervous indecision. When the tension gets too much, it’s Vanessa who leans in, impatiently closing the five-inch distance to Nina’s lips.


Day Three:

Vanessa has lectures, the last of the term. Nina tags along, despite Vanessa’s protestations that she should explore downtown Boston instead.

They’re fairly important lectures but Vanessa might as well have blown them. Nina’s warmth close beside her makes it impossible to concentrate on the medical droning up front. Nina’s hair keeps brushing her bare arm, and when she shifts, her leg presses close against Vanessa’s and her short skirt rides up.

Sliding a hand up her thigh is a matter of course. A few students probably get more than they bargained for, but who gives a toss about them.


Day Four:

“Higher… no, left. No, the other left. OW, NOT WITH THE TEETH!”

“Oh no, Vanessa, I’m sorry-”

“Christ, Nina. You’re worse at this than Deniz.”

“Hey!”

“I’m sorry, sweetie, I didn’t mean it. Don’t look like that. Please come back.”

“It’s hardly my fault if all the men I know from work are gay, and my only sexual experiences are limited to Deniz Öztürk and Axel Schwarz!”

“I know, look, I’m sorry. Come back.”

“Hmph. Fine.”

“You don’t have to…”

“Shush. Worse than Deniz, my arse.”

“Oh!”

“Is that better, then?”

“Oh my god.”

“Vanessa?”

“Yes, god, don’t stop!”

“Hah.”


Day Five:

Vanessa’s friend Robyn is throwing a party, and they show up holding hands. Nina’s in a golden minidress that matches her outrageous make-up and earrings. Vanessa can’t fathom how it’s possible to be so in love with someone so ridiculous.

It being a party, it seems probable that there are other people there, and in fact Vanessa vaguely remembers introducing Nina as her girlfriend a few times. Mostly, though, they’re off in a bubble of hazy sparkle, dancing and giggling, knocking things off the shelves when they make out in the pantry.

All claims of public indecency are later denied.


Day Six:

“So how do we do this?” Vanessa asks from the tangled mess of her bed. She’s naked, tousle-haired and propped up on one elbow. All Nina wants to do is undress and flee back into her arms. Instead, she’s kneeling on her suitcase to get it to close.

She shrugs, brushing her hair out of her face. “Cheap flights, lots of phone calls, lots of pining. Roman said…”

Vanessa frowns when she hesitates. “What?”

“That it’s hard but it can work out if you know it’s worth it.” She peeks at Vanessa, suddenly shy. “Is it?”

Vanessa smiles. “Hell yeah.”



Title: Puppies for Breakfast
Author: [info]aldiara
Fandom/Characters: Alles Was Zählt, Deniz/Roman/Marc
Word Count: 600 words
Rating: G
Summary: Combine puppy eyes with hip bones, add generous helping of Fluff. Resistance is futile.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Lucky them.
A/N: Originally posted for [info]sdk in [info]shelly_love.

Puppies for Breakfast


“Oh no,” is the first thing Roman says, and Deniz can tell he's just one dropped coffee mug away from diva jazz hands. “No no no. This is not what I meant by 'I owe you'!”

Deniz glares, clutching the puppy closer to his chest. “It was an IOU. There were no ifs, buts, caveats or conditions. If you get to keep him…” He gestures at Marc, who’s at the breakfast table, hand hovering in mid-air en route to the Nutella jar. His face is trying hard to settle on an expression, but at the moment it’s firmly stuck in No Man’s Land between vast amusement and alarm.

Roman’s face has no such trouble. Roman’s face is a proud resident of the Nation of Appalled Horror.

“Deniz, it will pee on the carpet.”

“We don’t have any carpet,” Marc interjects, then coughs when Deniz shoots him a glare. He doesn’t want any help from him. In his arms, the puppy squirms a bit and stretches to lick his cheek.

Roman’s expression wavers a bit. Deniz pounces.

“I got him from the pound. He’s been there for three weeks. They were going to put him down.”

“Oh no, really? Poor thing,” Marc says sympathetically. This time it’s Roman who glares at him. Marc promptly develops an intense interest in the small print on the Fluff container. “Although I’m sure it would have been very, uhm, humane,” he adds hastily.

“Deniz, look at that fur, it will shed everywhere! What breed is that anyway, a feather duster?!”

“Sheltie. And I’ll brush him,” Deniz says stubbornly. The puppy wriggles to stick its wet nose in Deniz’s ear and gives a low whine. “Don’t worry, Radames,” Deniz reassures him, never taking his eyes off Roman. “The mean figure skater is not going to kick you out. He owes us.”

“Figure skating trainer,” Roman corrects automatically, but his expression has left the Nation of Appalled Horror and is now floundering statelessly somewhere between indecision and grudging enchantment.

There’s a suppressed chortle echoing out of the bottom of Marc’s coffee mug. “Radames?”

“What? He was a cool dude!” Deniz protests. “Despite all the singing.”

Roman mutters something about the questionable benefits of introducing 20-year-old Quentin Tarantino fans to Aida. He whirls on Marc, who is still valiantly trying to appear unamused, and failing utterly.

“Say something!”

Marc lifts his hands. “Hey, it’s his flat. I’m just paying rent and shagging the landlords. Besides” – he grabs the morning paper and unfolds it quickly, the better to use as a shield if needed – “they’re kind of cute.”

Gritting his teeth, Roman turns back to Deniz, who takes the opportunity to hoist Radames a bit higher on his chest. The motion tugs his shirt out of his low-riding jeans and exposes several inches of skin above his hip bone. Radames tucks his silky head against Deniz’s neck and looks at Roman. Deniz looks at Roman too.

Roman’s expression crumbles.

At the breakfast table, Marc chokes.

Roman utters a small, defeated whimper and throws up his hands. “Fine, fine, fine. Keep him. Let him slobber all over the place, I don’t care. Just stop with the eyes. Both of you!”

Deniz beams. Radames tentatively wags his tail.

“But if he pees in the toy box, it’s hot dogs for dinner,” Roman grumbles, reaching out to cautiously touch the top of the puppy’s head. Radames licks his fingers. Roman makes a face. Grinning, Deniz leans in to kiss him.

“It’s okay, I put that on top of the closet,” Marc says absently, spooning Fluff.
 
 
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RedCouchAddict: AWZ - Deniz Fuck[info]redcouchaddict on May 20th, 2010 07:07 pm (UTC)
HAHAHAHAHAH! YOU HAVE BEEN SAVED FROM MY EVIL SPAM OF EVILNESS!!!!

OMG! MARC / MARIAN!!!!!

*THUD*

HOW, HOW, HOW THE FUCK DID I MISS "PUPPIES FOR BREAKFAST"!! OMG!!! OMG!!!

*FLAILS ENDLESSLY*
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Aldi: Actor: Sam makes funny face[info]aldiara on May 20th, 2010 07:15 pm (UTC)
OMG I AM SO RELIEVED. I WAS SITTING HERE IN TERROR THAT I MIGHT NOT HAVE POSTED FAST ENOUGH AND WHEELCHAIRSEX MIGHT BE MAKING ITS WAY TOWARDS ME THROUGH THE ETHER *CLINGS*
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RedCouchAddict: AWZ - Oliver[info]redcouchaddict on May 20th, 2010 07:22 pm (UTC)
HAHAHAHAH! YOU WERE THIS [-] CLOSE!!! I KEPT REFRESHING MY FLIST AND IT WASN’T COMING UP!!! I FINALLY JUST CLICKED ON THE ASYLUM AND THERE IT WAS!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!

(BELIEVE ME, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN PAINFUL FOR THE BOTH OF US! LOLOLOLOLO!)
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쉘리 I whip my hair like Bang Bang: actors - ulli is love[info]sdk on May 20th, 2010 07:28 pm (UTC)
HAHAHA OMG, I CAN NOT BELIEVE ALL OF THIS AWESOME EXISTS IN ONE POST. FIRST OF ALL, MARC/ROMAN/DENIZ FLUFF SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLY IMPOSSIBLE AND YET THERE IT IS IN ALL ITS FLUFFY LOVELY GLORY AND HAHAHAHAHA, I LOVE IT SO. AND THEN VANINA! VANINA MY LOVES. IF VANINA ARE PART OF YOUR HAREM THEN I AM TOOOOO! (NOT THAT I WASN'T ALREADY. ERM. <3333333)

BUT OMG MARC/MARIAN. HAHAHAHA I CAN'T STOP READING IT'S ANGSTY DELICIOUS MANLY GLORY. I WANT TO LICK THEM BOTH. OR RATHER WATCH THEM LICK EACH OTHER. YOU CAN WRITE ANYTHING CAN'T YOU?

I LOVE THESE SO MUCH, IN CASE I NEVER TOLD YOU. HAHAHAA. YOU ARE AMAZING LADY. <3333333333
*ROLLS AROUND IN LOVELY LOVELY FIC*
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쉘리 I whip my hair like Bang Bang: awz - roman grins[info]sdk on May 20th, 2010 07:30 pm (UTC)
HAHAH OMG AND I HAVE TO ADD, I LOVE THIS LINE:

Unfortunately for him, Marc had never really been the type who went after the things that were good for him.

BECAUSE EVERY TIME I GET THERE, I GIGGLE THINKING, "BUT NOT UNFORTUNATELY FOR US!" HAHAHAHAHAHAA. /RANDOM
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geekchick1013: AWZ EEEEEEE![info]geekchick1013 on May 20th, 2010 11:19 pm (UTC)
I AM FANGIRLING YOU SO HARD RIGHT NOW ALDI THAT IT MIGHT BORDER ON STALKING OR MAYBE JUST PLAIN *BE* STALKING IDEK. ALL I KNOW IS I WANT TO LIVE IN YOUR BRAIN FOREVER.
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G[info]giorgiakerr on May 21st, 2010 02:58 am (UTC)
LOVELOVELOVE!! IS IT CONSIDERED INAPPROPRIATE TO MAKE FANGILR SQUEES AND FLAIL ABOUT IN A CLASSROOM? WITH, LIKE, OTHER PEOPLE IN IT? BECUASE THAT IS WHAT I'M REFRAINING FROM DOING RIGHT NOW! *FANGIRLS YOU SILENTLY AND COMPOSEDLY BUT JUST AS GLEEFULLY*
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G[info]giorgiakerr on May 21st, 2010 03:00 am (UTC)
ALSO, THESE FICS ARE EQUALLY AS AWESOME THE SECOND (OR FOURTH OR FIFTH) TIME AROUND!! HOW DO YOU MAKE THAT FLUFF WORK!? AND HEARTING THE FEMSLASH! AND THE MAMADERO *GIGGLESNORT* THAT ONLY INCLUDES THE MAMA (and what are we, here, Steinkamps? Geesh) BUT HINTS OF THE OTHERS AND IT'S AWESOME!!

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