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I haven't written anything in months and now that I'm super busy I get inspired. Isn't that typical? But I don't care, I'm glad I was able to write something at all. I wonder if I'll ever finish this little project...


Title: Heaven and hell
Fandom: Die Ärzte
Characters: Bela B, Farin Urlaub, Rodrigo Gonzalez
Prompt: 042 - Triangle; 072 - Fixed
Word Count: 200
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Double drabble featuring 2 prompts.

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I use their "public personas" as if they were fictional characters. No libel or copyright infringement intended.


"Do you know what Rod is going to be dressed up as?" Farin asked as he fixed his angel wings. He was wearing a white suit, complete with white shirt and tie, and white shoes.

"No idea, he just said his costume would match ours," Bela replied checking his devil horns in the mirror. His outfit was a bright red version of Farin's. The guitarist wondered where on earth Bela had found those red leather shoes.

"I hope he bothers to dress up at all this time, he always finds lame excuses not to." Bela commented as he added the finishing touch to his make up.

"Were you talking about me?"

They both turned around. Rod was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a plain black suit, a white shirt and a black tie. Bela was about to complain (really, that was pretty much Rod's standard stage outfit, for Heaven's sake), when he noticed the golden triangle over the bassist's head.

"Come on you two, we're going to be late." He turned around and walked away. "And remember: I'm the boss tonight."

Bela and Farin looked at each other and burst out laughing.



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Oh my God, I'm so full. I had spaghetti with clams and vitello tonnato for lunch, I hadn't eaten those in ages. They were delicious, but now I'm about to burst.

But no one's interested in that. Here, have a drabble. Silly and sweet, just as I like it.


Title: Goodnight kiss
Fandom: Die Ärzte
Characters: Bela B, Farin Urlaub
Prompt: 033 – Too much; 065 - Passing
Word Count: 203
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Double drabble featuring 2 prompts. Contains slash.

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I use their "public personas" as if they were fictional characters. No libel or copyright infringement intended.


"I can't believe you drank so much!" Farin grumbled as he dragged Bela up the stairs.

"Didn't drink sho mush." Bela was clinging to him and dragging his feet.

"The hell you didn't. That was too much even for your standards, you're going to pass out as soon as you get into bed. I wonder how you can still be conscious."

Farin fumbled with the keys and finally managed to open the door. He didn't bother closing it and went straight to Bela's bedroom, intending to drop him off on the mattress and take a shower, the stench of smoke in his hair was unbearable.

"All right you drunkard, here we are."

He tried to remove Bela's arm from around his waist, but the drummer would have nothing of it. He ended up losing his balance and was pulled down, landing on top of his friend with an "Ooph".

"Mmh, bed."

"Yes, you fucker, bed. Now let me go, so I can get cleaned up and sleep too."

Bela pouted. "G'night kish." He grabbed Farin's face and gave him a sloppy kiss. "Kyu," he mumbled and passed out.

Farin smiled. No matter how hard he tried, he could never stay mad at him.


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This was supposed to be a funny little ficlet. But somewhere along the way, it turned into the fluffiest thing ever, sorry. Hopefully one day I'll be able to finish the smutty ficlet I'm working on as well.

Dedicated to flaschengeist, who inspired me with her latest LJ post, and to darth_funk, because I stole one of her lines. I hope you don't mind. ^_^


Title: Clostridium botulinum
Fandom: Die Ärzte
Characters: Bela/Farin
Rating: PG
Summary: Bela looks different.

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I use their "public personas" as if they were fictional characters. No libel or copyright infringement intended.


( Farin noticed as soon as Bela walked into the room. )

I admit it: I have a cigarette fetish. Seeing certain guys smoking makes me weak at the knees - and Rod is one of them. But the smell of smoke is one of the most disgusting thing ever and it never seems to go away. After the Abwärts concert in Winterthur (that took place in a club where smoking was allowed), I smelled of smoke from head to toe, and even after two showers and three shampoos, I could still smell it.

The only positive thing about it was that I got inspired and wrote this silly little ficlet.

Enjoy. :3


Title: A Smoky Love Affair
Fandom: Die Ärzte (RPS)
Pairing: Farin/Rod
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The smell of smoke clings to everything
A/N: I stole the title from a 1917 film I've never even watched. Go me.


Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I use their "public personas" as if they were fictional characters. No libel or copyright infringement intended.


Rodrigo walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa next to Farin.

"Fuck, Rod, go take a shower."

The bassist turned his head, eyes as big as saucers. "What?"

"Go take a shower, it's impossible to be near you," Farin repeated, not looking up from the book he was reading.

"What the... Are you telling me I stink?"

"Yes," the guitarist said flatly. He did look up this time. "The smell of smoke clings to everything, especially your hair. It's disgusting."

Rod rolled his eyes. Then an idea occurred to him and he draped an arm over the back of the sofa, leaning towards him and smiling seductively. "Why don't we shower together then, so you can make sure my hair is all clean and perfumed."

"No, thanks, I'd rather finish reading this chapter."

"I thought you said you can't concentrate on anything when you're all sweaty."

Farin frowned. "I'm not sweaty."

Rod plucked the book from the blonde's hands and dropped it to the floor. "Oh, you will be, believe me," he said, and lunged forward.

"Fucking....manipulative... bastard," Farin muttered against Rod's lips once the bassist gave him the chance to breath again.

Rod only grinned and went on with his plan to make Farin as dirty and sweaty as possible.

So, the 30th was Sammy's birthday and, after a silly comment I wrote involving Bela, Rod and weed, she said she would've liked someone to write a fic involving sex and drugs, preferibly set in the '90s. I started writing, then was promptly attacked by tons of work and my muse fleed, leaving me with half a page of crap.

Then today I said "Why don't I try to write a little bit?" And BAM, within a couple of hours I had the whole story. I still need to re-read it and check a few things, but I should be able to post it tomorrow or the day after - if this damn cold doesn't kill me overnight, that is.

Anyway, here's a tiny sneak preview, it should give you an idea of the mood.

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"Mmh, this is good stuff," he said as he handed the joint back to Rod. His eyes fluttered opened and he focused his attention back on Farin. "Why are you still wearing your trousers?"

***
Tee-hee.

Haha, I've just got a promotional email with the best subject line ever: "Wake up in someone else's bed!" People at lastminute.com have a very dirty mind.

Anyway, I wrote a drabble. A double drabble, actually. G-rated. And not even slashy! *gasp*

Title: I'll think about it
Fandom: Die Ärzte
Characters: Bela B, Farin Urlaub
Prompt: 026 - Teammates; 086 - Choices
Word Count: 200
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Double drabble featuring 2 prompts

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I use their "public personas" as if they were fictional characters. No libel or copyright infringement intended.

Bela had been sceptical when Farin had proposed going to the stadium together: neither of them cared much about football, and he'd had not-so-pleasant experiences with Hertha BSC supporters in the past; he thought St. Pauli fans wouldn't be much different. Farin had only smiled and told him to wait for the half-time break.

When the opening notes of "Westerland" filled the air, he almost rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe Farin would... The not so-kind-remark he was about to make stopped in his throat as the whole stadium started singing: it sounded like every single person in the stands knew the lyrics by heart. When had been the last time he had heard so many people sing along to one of their songs?

When it was over, he turned to Farin, who was sitting silently next to him.

"That was... unbelievable."

Farin's eyes had never been more pleading. "Are you sure you don't want to give it a try?"

Bela looked back at the field and saw himself on stage, Farin grinning at him as thousands of adoring fans screamed their lungs out. Just like the old days. He felt his heart skip a beat.

"I'll think about it."


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I got a reply from a language school in Potsdam, but they only said they're not looking for Italian teachers at the moment. Sigh.

Anyone in the mood for a drabble?

PS Behold the subtlety of the title.


Title: Nothing going on
Fandom: Die Ärzte
Characters: Bela B, Farin Urlaub
Prompt: 022 - Enemies
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG for swearing
Author's Notes: Contains veeery mild slash.

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I use their "public personas" as if they were fictional characters. No libel or copyright infringement intended.


"You just had to go and start a fight with him, didn't you?" Farin said as he carefully put some ice on Bela's eye. He was going to have one hell of a shiner.

"He asked for it. He and his fucking "We're punker than you" attitude, he had it coming."

"This rivalry doesn't make any sense. We're two bands that make two different kinds of music."

"I wasn't the one who started it!"

"You punched him in the gut."

"He punched me in the face! My poor, pretty face."

Farin smiled. He would have to kiss him better later.


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And because I need some cuteness today: say hello to Spillo, my favourite model. ♥


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I was trying to find inspiration to write the next chapter of that damn Richy/Igor story and failed. So I had a look at my drabbles100 table of prompts and my eyes fell on the word "purple". As I still had Richy Guitar in my mind, I could only think of one purple thing. And then I saw the word "green" and got a bit carried away.

I added links in the text for those who don't know what I'm talking about. Notice the spelling mistake in the third pic. D'oh.


Title: Fashion victims
Fandom: Die Ärzte
Characters: Bela B, Farin Urlaub
Prompt: 016 - Purple; 018 - Green
Word Count: 203
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Double drabble featuring 2 prompts.

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I use their "public personas" as if they were fictional characters. No libel or copyright infringement intended.


( 'You kept this?' )


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Just yesterday I was telling Sammy I wanted to take a short break from writing, but then this morning I checked the calendar to see what day it is (yes, I have problems remembering days) and saw the 4th March is the day Bela and Farin met for the first time in the Ballhaus Spandau, at least according to the Die Ärzte Wandkalender, and I just had to write something to celebrate.

Be warned, it's incredibly sappy.


Title: Promise me
Fandom: Die Ärzte
Characters: Bela B, Farin Urlaub
Prompt: 015 - Blue
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Contains slash

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I use their "public personas" as if they were fictional characters. No libel or copyright infringement intended.


"I like this colour." Bela is lying on his side, head propped up on his hand, idly playing with Farin's freshly dyed blue hair. "It reminds me of when we were younger."

"Getting nostalgic, old man?"

Bela smiles. "Do you remember the first time we met? You looked so out of place at the Ballhaus."

"Well, I wouldn't have caught your eye if I had blended into the crowd."

"True." He leans in and kisses him. "Promise me you'll never change," he whispers, forehead pressed against Farin's.

Farin takes his face in his hands and pulls him into another kiss.


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There's nothing like getting positive feedback to improve my mood. I can't tell you how surprised and pleased I was when I checked my mail and found a message from a member of the DÄ fanclub telling me she had liked my Bela tour report, the one that's in the current Prawda. Oh yes, I needed that.

And since we're talking about feedback... *cough*


Title: The perfect drug
Fandom: Die Ärzte
Characters: Bela B, Farin Urlaub
Prompt: 010 – Years; 085 - Missing
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Double drabble featuring two prompts. Contains slash

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I use their "public personas" as if they were fictional characters. No libel or copyright infringement intended.


( 'How did I survive four years without you?' )


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