Maennliche Braut und mehr! (TG/TF) by Arabella1055, literature
Literature
Maennliche Braut und mehr! (TG/TF)
Nellie oder Nel, wie sie genannt wurde, war seit einigen Jahren mit Nik zusammen. Im Laufe der Zeit hatten sie sich etwas auseinander gelebt. Nel besaß hervorragende Deutschkenntnisse, denn sie hatte eine deutsche Mutter. Sie sprach immer häufiger davon, nach Deutschland zu gehen und dort Gemanistik zu studieren. Nik war nicht begeistert und befürchtete, dass ihre Beziehung dann endgültig zerbrechen würde. Eine Abends, als er von der Arbeit nach Hause kam, war Nellie fort und er fand nur einen Brief von ihr vor, indem sie die Beziehung zu ihm offiziell beendete und erklärte, dass sie ihrem Wunsch folgen und in Deutschland studieren würde. Sie hatte sich bereits vor einiger Zeit, ohne Nik davon zu informieren, für einen Studienplatz beworben und war angenommen worden. Er würde sie nicht mehr wiedersehen, da sie beabsichtige nach dem Studium in Deutschland zu bleiben. Nik war enttäuscht, aber da er keine Adresse von ihr in Deutschland hatte, musste er die Trennung
An Artist Who Lost His Touch 5 by accioglee, literature
Literature
An Artist Who Lost His Touch 5
Blaine looked in the mirror of the grand bathroom, nervously straightening his bow tie. He had gelled his hair back for the first time in over three years, and his hair felt strange. But he wanted to at least look presentable for Kurt's performance. With a sigh he turned away from the mirror. Getting his bow tie to sit straight was just an impossible cause, it seemed. He walked out to the living area of Kurt's flat and looked around. It was eerily quiet without Kurt around, and he still had a good fifteen minutes before he was supposed to go downstairs. Blaine saw a guitar resting against one of the walls. Well, that wasn't here yesterday, h
An Artist Who Lost His Touch12 by accioglee, literature
Literature
An Artist Who Lost His Touch12
As soon as Blaine and Kurt said their farewells, accompanied by 'I love you's, Blaine picked up his sketchbook and began to draw. By the time he finished the picture it was midnight, but when Blaine looked down at the finished art, he knew that the four hours were worth it. He quickly placed the book back on his couch before going to his room and collapsing onto his bed. With a content sigh, Blaine fell into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning Blaine woke early and decided that today he was going to actually go to his art class. He tried to make himself look more presentable than usual, though with little success. In his opinion, Blaine sti
Agents of SHIELD: Operation Exiles part 21 by LadyAshleyJ, literature
Literature
Agents of SHIELD: Operation Exiles part 21
Chapter 25: Here comes the rain... For poor Leopold, everything happened in an instant. He’d had his gun pointed right at the invader’s head, ready to kill her had the others only let him. But, suddenly, he felt a massive weight, a force, on his hand. It felt like he’d stuck his hand out to try to stop and express train. Except the weight was pushing it upwards. This seemed impossible. The force pushed the gun up, just past the top of the girl’s head when something even more impossible happened. He felt the trigger move on it’s own. The gun fired. It had fired itself. A single bullet streaked across the Oval Office. It found it’s target within an instant. Before Leopold could even blink, the bullet from his gun, slammed right into the forehead of Victoria Hand. Her eyes went strange, and she fell back against the windows. In almost like slow motion, he watched as her body slowly fell to the ground. The closest thing to a friend he had in the world was dead. It was at this point, in
Kurt sighed as he stared down at his History text book, not really paying attention to the words written in it. He must have read the current sentence he was at least twelve times and he still didn't know what it said. His mind kept wandering off to other things that deemed more important.
For example, Valentines Day was only a week away. Now, usually, Valentines Day was something he would avoid. It's not like he hated the holiday, it just reminded him that he did not have a boyfriend or like last year, did not have Finn. For a while, to him it was not Valentines day but rather Single Awareness Month. However, this year was different. This y
The mask he wore was a divide
Between him and those around
A face he didn't have to hide
A face that had no crown
That which was hiding underneath
He wore with pride and heartache
But what was once worn a clever sheath
Become much more than fake
He found that what was hidden below
Was more and more the lie
The mask's personality began to grow
And with it, feelings he couldn't deny
She was the reason his face was wrong
Why his mask was becoming right
Why his feeling were so strong
And why he fought with all his might
And when she finally knew
What he had hidden under
With a careful finger, she drew
An outline laced with wond