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be_compromised2012-12-30 01:52 pm
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fic: Beer, Pastries and Sausages
Name: Beer, Pastries and Sausages
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purely_distel
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and drinking of minors (though not against the law in the country it happens in).
Word Count: 2300
Summary:
There was nothing wrong with Germany, nothing whatsoever. Great beer and pastries and sausages, as far as Clint was concerned. But whenever he ended up in Germany, it was to places like Frankfurt, Hamburg or Düsseldorf. Not in a 15.000 souls-back-alley of a place where, evidently, life used to happen.
Author's Note:
This was written for the good ol' challenge bydictator_duck. Because there will hardly EVER be a reason for me to write about the town I grew up in, I just had to write something. This is probably the messiest fic I've ever written in my entire life. It has no aim, it has no direction, it just ... is. I wrote it in between making breakfast for the family and eating it and preparing for New Years Eve tomorrow.
I just needed to get it done with, because I probably won't have the time starting next year.
All the cities mentioned in this story are actually cities I've lived in for longer or smaller periods of my life, but Langenberg is the one I grew up in, that I still call my home even today.
The three teens and what they do in this story? Totally not me and my bffs OR totally not something me and my friends used to do (*coughs* except it totally is *coughs*) ...
Link to fic
Author:
purely_distelRating: PG-13 for swearing and drinking of minors (though not against the law in the country it happens in).
Word Count: 2300
Summary:
There was nothing wrong with Germany, nothing whatsoever. Great beer and pastries and sausages, as far as Clint was concerned. But whenever he ended up in Germany, it was to places like Frankfurt, Hamburg or Düsseldorf. Not in a 15.000 souls-back-alley of a place where, evidently, life used to happen.
Author's Note:
This was written for the good ol' challenge by
dictator_duck. Because there will hardly EVER be a reason for me to write about the town I grew up in, I just had to write something. This is probably the messiest fic I've ever written in my entire life. It has no aim, it has no direction, it just ... is. I wrote it in between making breakfast for the family and eating it and preparing for New Years Eve tomorrow.I just needed to get it done with, because I probably won't have the time starting next year.
All the cities mentioned in this story are actually cities I've lived in for longer or smaller periods of my life, but Langenberg is the one I grew up in, that I still call my home even today.
The three teens and what they do in this story? Totally not me and my bffs OR totally not something me and my friends used to do (*coughs* except it totally is *coughs*) ...
Link to fic