Ooops, forgot to post here as well. I haz some icons because procrastination will kill me one day. *lalala*

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Title: Fire & Ice - Prologue (Ice) [WIP, 1/12]*
Author: aldiara
Fandom/Characters/Pairings: Alles was zählt; Marc/Tom (with appearances from just about everyone else eventually, I'm sure).
Word Count: ~3,000
Rating: PG
Summary: Marc and Tom have baggage. Enough to fill a whole suite.
Disclaimer: The characters of Alles was zählt belong to RTL, more’s the pity.
Author’s Notes: Takes place after the events of Slayer and Not My Type. Thanks to lilithilien for the quick and ever-brilliant beta (and especially for providing the summary)! Very original series title was shamelessly nabbed from a Drabble Day prompt.

*TWELVE CHAPTERS IS MY MASTER PLAN AND NOTHING SHALL MESS WITH IT. THERE SHALL BE NO SUDDEN CHAPTER EXPLOSIONS OR EXTRA POVs RUDELY SHOULDERING IN. TWELVE. TWEEEEEELVE.

Fic is here

Just doing some housekeeping. *files nipple pr0n*

Title: Tell by Touch
Author: aldiara
Fandom/Characters/Pairings: Alles Was Zählt, Deniz/Roman/Marc
Word Count: 1500 [=my usual average when I aim for A MOTHERFUCKING DRABBLE, FFS]
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP. YES, YES, IT'S NIPPLES AGAIN, BLAME ANNA. DG IS NOT ALLOWED TO READ :p
Summary: Roman doesn't mind playing games, but he does mind being teamed up on.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to RTL, who no longer believe in DRAMATIC IRONY :C
Author's Notes: For amo_amas_amat, who wistfully fancied spontaneous nipple pr0n occurring at the moment the boys reached 4.00 in the voting madness. Your fancy is my command, darling! Unbeta'd, so please forgive or point out mistakes.


Tell by Touch

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Title: My Turn
Author: sdk
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Roman/Richard, Surprise Guest
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Length/Word Count: Ficlet, ~500 words
Warnings: Some D/s themes, a little bit of voyeurism, a lot of wrongness
Summary: "I'm only using you," Roman would sometimes say, eyes narrowed but with a sparkle that brought doubt to his words. "But you like that don't you? You like being my toy."
Notes: Continues my Locker Room of Lust theme from my previous R&R entry. I'd like to blame someone, but I think this is the one time where it's entirely my fault. Maybe Rose's too, if only for listening to my crazy talk. <3

My Turn