Crossing that Thin Line [5/?]
anonymous
April 18 2009, 20:01:40 UTC
No.
Francis turned away, unconsciously hugging himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ludwig reaching out. Hesitation. Withdrawal. Ludwig was still worried about touching him.
In a way, it was sweet that Ludwig was trying to show respect for a known slut like him, but, at the moment, the lack of touch felt more like rejection stemming from disgust than anything else.
"I..." Ludwig seemed to be struggling with something, but at least he was breaking the crushing silence between them. "Immediately after the war, I didn't... really get to see you. No one told me anything about the..." He faltered and Francis wished that he would just shut up, shut up and leave the topic alone. "About the baby. Then when I saw you again, I just thought..."
He felt the bed shift, felt the warmth of Ludwig's body, felt the fingers seeking out his own, grasping them tightly.
"Francis. Francis, I... I thought... it was my fault. Because who would want a child of... of rape. I didn't... I never blamed you for it. I thought it was only
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Re: Crossing that Thin Line [5/?]
anonymous
April 19 2009, 02:22:22 UTC
I fucking love this fucking fill. cannot express how much.
YOU!!!! You AWESOME thing, you!!!
Resistance and collaborators and survivors, France being fucked up about that, and his body, and the sweet little touches like the book stacks, and Francis *noticing* the book stacks...
I adore this. I adore this so *much*, on a character level, on an angst level, on a family/mpreg level, on historical nuance geekflailSQUEE level, just, this is utterly wonderful.
writer!anon wants to cry
anonymous
April 19 2009, 16:32:48 UTC
You know, I just had the next part all typed up and... and... lj ate it. *cries* Now I have to write it all over again! I... I'm so sorry. This might take awhile.
Re: Crossing that Thin Line [5/?]
anonymous
April 20 2009, 11:31:36 UTC
Oh god seriously why am I so hooked on this fill I must've read these two parts at least 5 times today wtf dslfjldjsa;l
A-Anyway, didn't get a chance to comment on 3 before the last part maxed, but I love the parallel structure you used for the pseudo-flashback--made it all the more striking, and chilling when you juxtapose the daily life scenes with the encroaching symbols of Nazism. Beautiful.
As for these two parts, oh lord, how do you manage to make everything so simple and yet so poignant? This readernon is totally in awe of that ability, seriously. And all those little touches--guh, your Ludwig is so ridiculously endearing, and it's such a real contrast to his demeanor during the wars and yet in some ways you can see how his character connects and slj;alsd yes. And that repeated glove motif. Yes yes yes. This looks like it's going to end messily, or at least end up messy (messier, I suppose, lol) somewhere down the line. I'm such a glutton for punishment Can't wait. ;;
I sometimes don't know how I write either, because sometimes, it feels like, one moment, I'm staring at a blank screen, and the next, there are words on it and the words work and I hardly remember writing them... eh...
I will say, though, that the ending has already been decided by history. *grins*
Crossing that Thin Line [6/?]
anonymous
April 22 2009, 14:54:57 UTC
It occurred to him that, after the war, Ludwig had been working very hard to make himself less threatening. This included shunning actions that could be misconstrued, especially in a suspicious environment. Although the world was supposed to have forgiven him, it would take quite a long while more before he would be trusted again. Ludwig had to know that
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Re: Crossing that Thin Line [6/?]
anonymous
April 22 2009, 15:27:05 UTC
oooooommmmgggggggggggg
Yeah, somehow this fic always turns me into a vapidly flailing fangirl. *cough* A-Anyway, considering the amount I've geeked out over Germany/France lately and your hint, did see this coming, but ahahaha oh Ludwig. BOOKS. CROSS-REFERENCING. SLAJslkjdlsjfslkjd FFFFFFFF *lols forever*
Somehow went from wreck to totally adorable in a heartbeat, and it seems we have some steamy stuff coming up. Are we going to be getting the wedding? |D *somehow also a sucker for wedding fic, I don't even know anymore, my status as someone with a sanity is totally down the drain over this fic*
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Francis turned away, unconsciously hugging himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ludwig reaching out. Hesitation. Withdrawal. Ludwig was still worried about touching him.
In a way, it was sweet that Ludwig was trying to show respect for a known slut like him, but, at the moment, the lack of touch felt more like rejection stemming from disgust than anything else.
"I..." Ludwig seemed to be struggling with something, but at least he was breaking the crushing silence between them. "Immediately after the war, I didn't... really get to see you. No one told me anything about the..." He faltered and Francis wished that he would just shut up, shut up and leave the topic alone. "About the baby. Then when I saw you again, I just thought..."
He felt the bed shift, felt the warmth of Ludwig's body, felt the fingers seeking out his own, grasping them tightly.
"Francis. Francis, I... I thought... it was my fault. Because who would want a child of... of rape. I didn't... I never blamed you for it. I thought it was only ( ... )
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YOU!!!! You AWESOME thing, you!!!
Resistance and collaborators and survivors, France being fucked up about that, and his body, and the sweet little touches like the book stacks, and Francis *noticing* the book stacks...
I adore this. I adore this so *much*, on a character level, on an angst level, on a family/mpreg level, on historical nuance geekflailSQUEE level, just, this is utterly wonderful.
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You are making me love you my dear...this is so, so awesome <3
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I couldn't answer the first fill because the comment limit maxed but YOU, YOU WIN, mister Anon.
Please keep on going ♡
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A-Anyway, didn't get a chance to comment on 3 before the last part maxed, but I love the parallel structure you used for the pseudo-flashback--made it all the more striking, and chilling when you juxtapose the daily life scenes with the encroaching symbols of Nazism. Beautiful.
As for these two parts, oh lord, how do you manage to make everything so simple and yet so poignant? This readernon is totally in awe of that ability, seriously. And all those little touches--guh, your Ludwig is so ridiculously endearing, and it's such a real contrast to his demeanor during the wars and yet in some ways you can see how his character connects and slj;alsd yes. And that repeated glove motif. Yes yes yes. This looks like it's going to end messily, or at least end up messy (messier, I suppose, lol) somewhere down the line. I'm such a glutton for punishment Can't wait. ;;
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I sometimes don't know how I write either, because sometimes, it feels like, one moment, I'm staring at a blank screen, and the next, there are words on it and the words work and I hardly remember writing them... eh...
I will say, though, that the ending has already been decided by history. *grins*
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sorry, no asking for spoilers
Bad anon!self *whap*
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Yeah, somehow this fic always turns me into a vapidly flailing fangirl. *cough* A-Anyway, considering the amount I've geeked out over Germany/France lately and your hint, did see this coming, but ahahaha oh Ludwig. BOOKS. CROSS-REFERENCING. SLAJslkjdlsjfslkjd FFFFFFFF *lols forever*
Somehow went from wreck to totally adorable in a heartbeat, and it seems we have some steamy stuff coming up. Are we going to be getting the wedding? |D *somehow also a sucker for wedding fic, I don't even know anymore, my status as someone with a sanity is totally down the drain over this fic*
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I FUCKING love this story with everything I have <3
This is so totally awesome and I await every chapter with love <33333
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WHY SO CLUMSY.
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