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cantdwellonanyofit · 3 years

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I Don't Think Enough Before I Say Too Much - Ch 3.

This is chapter is...........porn with plot. Whoops.

Synopsis: Eugene Sledge couldn't move on after the war. Couldn't move on from Snafu. He was tortured by the way Snafu just left him on the train. He knew he had to do something. He couldn't live like this.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28770078/chapters/70664139

Dedicated to Stolperzunge - go read everything she's ever written or said. I promise you won't regret it.

Snafu decided they should go to a different restaurant than the one they had been at earlier. Gene disagreed. Gene was beginning to understand Shelton was a big fan of letting sleeping dogs lie. Whereas Gene liked to emerge from the yard the dog had been in, with ripped clothing, teeth and bite marks tattooed on his skin, and then turn right back around and see if the dog felt any differently now. He welcomed ripping off a band-aid from a wound he inflicted. Just to get a good look at it. “I’d feel better if I wasn’t too embarrassed to ever go back,” Gene reasoned.

“What for? We ain’t gonna be here long. I was thinking you’d come home with me tomorrow.” Snafu rubbed the collar of his shirt. Gene noticed Snafu was always doing that when he felt unsure of himself. Gene smiled privately. “I mean, if you want to.” Snafu added.

Gene stared blankly at him. “Actually, I just came all this way to-,” Gene dropped his voice to a whisper, “make out with you in my hotel room,” returned to normal volume, “And then just head back home. A little, ‘nice doin’ business with you,’ after a two-day trip all the way here.” Gene turned his head and stared pointedly at Shelton. “Yes, Merriell, I’ll come home with you.”

Snafu was grinning, “Merriell?” Gene shrugged, “I can’t call you Snafu forever if we’re going to keep doing….this.” He gestured vaguely. “Plus, I like it.” Gene glanced at Snafu to try to catch his reaction. His wide smile made Gene smile in return. Seeing Snafu so happy was like ointment on a wound.

“You might as well get used to it. You gonna be sayin’ it plenty if I have anything to do with it,” he mumbled. Gene laughed, cheeks darkening. They approached the restaurant, and Snafu held the door open for him. The workers turned, recognized Gene, and looked a bit apprehensive.

“Hey y’all, I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I, uh- I just returned from the war.” He chose a half-truth, as was his tradition. He thought better than to add, ‘and this guy right here left me on the train when we were meant to run off into the sunset together. I was a little bit unreasonable about it.’ The man Snafu had been speaking to earlier, Mr. Alesce, wore a mask of sympathy and held up his hand in a ‘stop right there’ motion.

“Say no more, monsieur. It is forgotten. Se tirer une bûche, Come, sit.” He gestured to a table for two. Snafu and Gene sat, and promptly ordered. Gene had already decided on his order the first time he arrived, prior to his meltdown. And Snafu was happy to just eat whatever. Gene felt a bit awkward and wasn’t sure what to talk about. It was easy during the war; you didn’t talk about anything. You basked in the silence. Thankful that you had a chance to live another day. Being safe, and therefore being able to chat about commonplace things, felt strange on his tongue. And they couldn’t really discuss their relationship. If that was what they were calling it. Was he Snafu’s boyfriend? After one kiss? But it was more than one kiss. It was an entire lifetime together. It was watching your old self die, and the other man grabbing a shovel to help you bury him. It was the other man holding your hand and coaxing you through contractions as you birthed your new self. Right there in the dirt. Gene chuckled at his analogy, imagining Snafu holding his hand while he screamed and birthed a different personality. “What’re you laughing about?” Snafu asked.

“I’ll tell you later,” Gene rubbed his hands over his face. Maybe he was descending into madness trying to adjust to civilian life. Snafu raised an eyebrow. “What did you do when you got home?” He offered instead.

Snafu breathed in deep and blew out a lengthy sigh. “Well, I took a bus home. To Jackson, in East Feliciana Parish, by the way. Just in case I misplace you between now and when we ‘sposed to head to my place.” Snafu playfully remarked, “S’about an hour from here by bus, give or take. I went home, I lit up a cigarette, and then the next day I got back to work. I install air conditioners, fix ‘em up.” Snafu paused, “And I just do that now. Smoke, work, smoke, eat, sometimes sleep. It’s an easy routine.”

Gene couldn’t help but feel insecure about Snafu returning home and settling into a routine. Especially so easily. He just moved on with his life as if he’d never left. Would he have remained content like that? Never wondering where Gene was, or how he was doing? Never once imagining how things could’ve been different? “How did your parents take you coming home?” Gene asked, taking a considerable gulp of his drink. Since the war, it was like he could never quench his thirst.

“They’re dead,” Snafu answered easily.

Gene was glad he finished swallowing his drink or he’d have spit it right at Snafu. “Oh….” Gene’s shock left him at a loss for words. “I’m sorry, I had…no idea.” Of course, he had no idea. Snafu never talked about his life back home. Snafu knew that. He shrugged, “It was a while ago.” Snafu took his turn sipping from his drink and reached for a cigarette. He seemed completely unphased by the discussion. He tilted the pack towards Gene to offer him a cigarette. Gene took it.

“How did they die?” Gene wasn’t sure if he was overstepping boundaries to ask such a sensitive question, but he thought maybe more detail would help ease the tension. Maybe he could offer some support. Like a good boyfriend?/partner?/lover? would.

“They killed themselves.” Gene’s face immediately contorted in regret, “Jesus Christ, I’m gonna shut up now.” Gene hesitated, “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted, Matthew 5:4,” he recited quietly.

“I think you go to hell if you kill yourself. Ain’t that what they say?” A smirk played at the corner of Snafu’s mouth. Gene let his forehead hit the table, where he left it. He hoped the ground would swallow him up. Snafu laughed. “It’s alright, Gene. I’m givin’ you a hard time. What did you do when you got home? Besides dream about me every night?”

Gene chuckled softly, “First, I’m sorry. For everything I just said. Second, shut up,” he lifted his head, “Well—uh, I tried to enroll in classes, but they didn’t think I learned anything useful in the Marine Corps. So, I got pissed off and went home. Other than that….” Gene trailed off. “I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I just kinda… zoned out a lot,” he finished blandly.

“They’re fuckin’ stupid if they think you ain’t qualified. So, that’s probably the best thing that ever happened to you. What the hell could they teach you that you don’t already know anyway? You’re like a genius.” Snafu took a long drag from his cigarette. “But you really did nothing all this time? I thought you’d be in school, working…Doing all kinds of stuff.”

Gene found it interesting that Snafu thought he’d just return home, put away his uniform, and be the same person he had been. While Gene thought Snafu would be struggling just as much as Gene did. Did they really know each other at all? Gene’s teeth worried at his bottom lip. “Nope, I already told you,” he leaned in closer so Snafu could hear him as he lowered his voice, “My life stopped after you.”

Snafu shook his head, as if unwilling to accept the answer. Perhaps discussing their lives wasn’t a benefit to either of them right now. Their food arrived, and they both ate in silence. Halting their conversation abruptly and watching each other. Gene always felt their connection to each other strengthened during quiet moments. It was as if their affection was more pronounced when the world was at peace, and it was just the two of them existing in a shared space. Gene worried whether he and Snafu could make it through the normalcy of life together. Maybe their love was too used to chaos to survive outside it. But he was determined to see this through. He knew how he felt. It had to count for something.

They finished their meals, and Snafu snagged the bill the second it hit the table. Gene argued with him about it. Snafu responded by staring at him, smiling. Gene wondered if Snafu was purposefully aggravating because he enjoyed the reaction he got out of Gene. He eventually gave in and let Snafu win. They both thanked Mr. Alesce for his hospitality and walked out into the sticky evening air.

Snafu looked around him suddenly, and Gene stiffened. Then he too began looking around. Trying to spot what had sent Snafu on lookout duty. As he was scanning, Snafu had moved to stand so close to Gene their shoulders were touching. He then laced their fingers together. This was dangerous. Gene was thrilled. They maintained their hold on each other’s fingers until they turned onto the street the hotel was on. They’d be sure to run into other people. Gene reluctantly pulled his hand away and took a step sideways to create distance between them. It felt like a mile.

They made their way into the hotel, up to the hotel room, and Gene again let Snafu inside. As was their routine, Gene turned to close and lock the door. When he turned back around, Snafu was on him again. Gene laughed softly into Snafu’s mouth. Snafu moved his hands to grip Gene’s biceps, then traced his hands up Gene’s shoulders and over, down his back, and landed both hands firmly on his ass. Gripping him and pushing Gene’s hips against his. Gene resumed their earlier battle and slid his tongue against Snafu’s. Placing his hand on the back of Snafu’s head. Threading his fingers in those soft curls. Snafu started walking backwards, pulling Gene along by the grip he still had on his ass. Gene broke the kiss to laugh as they moved.

“Don’t want to let go,” Snafu reasoned.

The back of Snafu’s knees hit the bed and he sat down. Gene immediately bent to rip off his shoes, breaking Snafu’s contact with him. Snafu grumbled. Gene hastily tossed his shoes aside, then put his knees on either side of Snafu’s hips and sat. Balancing himself on his thighs. Snafu’s hands moved to Gene’s hips. Gene wrapped his arms around Snafu’s neck and inched himself forward. Snafu immediately assisted, pulling Gene’s hips towards him until he was sitting right on top of the swell in Snafu’s trousers. Gene’s mouth went dry. Snafu slowly closed his eyes. Savoring the feeling.

Gene again lifted his hips, then ground himself against Snafu. Both men moaned. Gene suddenly worried about whether anyone occupied the neighbouring rooms and made a shushing noise. Again, repeating his movement. Softly gasping out a moan. Snafu closed the gap between he and Gene and kissed him with fervor. Even though it was their first night together, Gene easily admitted to himself he’d be disappointed if he and Snafu didn’t sleep together tonight. He was high with nervousness and overwhelmed with lust.

He began unbuttoning Snafu’s shirt as they kissed. Snafu began doing the same for Gene. Gene undid the button on Snafu’s trousers so he could untuck the shirt and slide it off his shoulders. As soon as the skin was exposed, Gene immediately broke their kiss and moved to Snafu’s neck. Tracing a line with his tongue from his neck to his earlobe, taking his earlobe in his mouth. Snafu slid Gene’s shirt off, and gently pinched one of his nipples. Gene stopped his attack on Snafu’s neck and let out a groan. He knew he looked confused, startled at his own reaction. Snafu smiled, “Thought you might be the type to like that.”

“You got practice with a lot of types?” Gene inquired.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little red head, cher. You’re the only type I wanna practice with.”

“You’re Smart,” Snafu started sensually kissing Gene’s neck between words. “Kind, funny,” each kiss made Gene’s stomach prickle with want. He’d felt butterflies in his stomach before, but this was something else entirely. Snafu’s voice became a husky whisper, “Fiesty….Sexy,” Gene had never received such compliments. He knew he was blushing, but he didn’t care.

“I wanna lay you down,” Snafu whispered, but it was a question rather than a statement. “I’d like that,” Gene responded, breathlessly.

Snafu picked Gene up with him as he stood. Gene lifted his legs to wrap around Snafu’s hips. Snafu turned them both around and laid Gene down. Snafu initially remained leaning over Gene, pressing kisses to Gene’s left collarbone, then lowered it to his nipple and sucked. Gene tried to shove his entire fist in his mouth to quiet himself. His senses were so overwhelmed he was having difficulty thinking. Overstimulated by his anxiety and his arousal. Snafu moved down until he was kissing Gene’s ribs, his stomach. Snafu unbuttoned Gene’s pants and dragged them down and off. Gene could only hear the loud pounding of his heart. It was his only thought. He’d never done this with anyone before. He worried he wouldn’t know what to do. That he might do or say something embarrassing. Snafu kissed along Gene’s left and then right hip bones.

As he grabbed the sides of Gene’s boxer shorts to pull them off, Gene blurted out, “Are we dating?”

Snafu paused and looked up. “You gonna make me propose to ya?” He joked. Gene was too nervous to laugh. Snafu must’ve finally realized Gene was shaking. “Mon chou, it’s alright.” Snafu hurriedly moved to sit beside Gene. Putting the back of his hand on Gene’s cheek, like he was checking his temperature. “You gotta talk to me. I can’t read your mind, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” Gene whispered. “Then what can I do for you?” Snafu asked. His hand gently massaged the scruff on Gene’s jaw.

“I’ve never done this before. I’ve never even kissed anyone before. But I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I just need to know that you’re not going to go and disappear again.” Snafu nodded, “I’m not going anywhere, Eugene.” Gene took a deep breath, “And that you’re not just saying that to calm me down.” Snafu grabbed hold of Gene’s jaw and tilted his head, so they were looking into each other’s eyes, inches apart. “I’d say a lot of things to get your pants off, but none of it would be lies or empty words.” Gene laughed softly, his breath still shaking. “You already got my pants off.”

Gene lifted his hips and slowly slid his shorts down. It wasn’t anything Snafu hadn’t seen before. Hell, they’d both seen each other naked about a thousand times during the war. But Snafu still looked Gene up and down carefully. Like he was trying to take a mental picture of every inch of skin his eyes touched. Gene didn’t know what to do while Snafu stared, so he reached his hands towards Snafu’s pants and yanked on them. “You got me feeling crazy sittin’ here naked and you’re still all dressed.” Snafu walked on his knees until he neared the edge of the bed, then stepped off.

Snafu took his shoes off, then ripped both his pants and shorts off in one swift movement. Gene laughed loudly. Snafu seemed completely unflappable to Gene. He envied it. Snafu finished stepping out of his pants and returned to the edge of the bed. He waited for further direction from Gene. Gene licked his lips and stared at Shelton. Thinking of his next move. He rolled over onto his side and pulled himself towards Snafu. Snafu tilted his head, curious. Then Gene moved until he was staring right at Snafu’s cock. “You tryin’a make friends with it?” Gene ignored him and wrapped his lips around the head. It tasted…like Snafu. The salt of his skin, the hint of his soap. He swirled his tongue, trying to think of all the things he’d heard boys bragging about receiving from girls. Snafu’s hands moved to Gene’s head and threaded gently in his hair. Gene glanced up and took more of Snafu into his mouth.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Snafu whispered, “I’m gonna finish any second you keep that up.” Snafu gently pulled Gene off him. He planted his knees on the bed and moved until he was beside Gene. Planting a hand on the small of his back. Gene turned his head to look back at him. “I’m gonna assume you ain’t never had fingers inside of you before?”

Gene went red. “You’re a real romantic, Merriell.” Snafu laughed, “I’m asking if it’s okay.” Gene rested his head on his arms, tilted to the left so he could watch everything Snafu was doing to him. “Nope, can’t say I’ve had the pleasure.” Snafu nodded and slipped his index finger in his mouth. Coating it with saliva. He grabbed one of the pillows and motioned for Gene to lift his hips. Gene did, and Snafu shoved the pillow under him. Raising his ass in the air. Then he moved to spread Gene apart. Gene suddenly felt embarrassed and turned his head until he was lying flat. “Nuh uh, look at me, Eugene.” Gene felt the pressure of Snafu’s finger at his entrance, and he tensed.

“S’alright, chou, look at me. Please?” Shelton’s voice was like melted chocolate. Coaxing him. Gene took a deep breath and let it out. Hearing the shake in his voice. He turned until he and Snafu were looking at each other. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. If you can’t already tell, I’m into this. Into you. Want you, Gene. So bad.” He was whispering, keeping his tone velvety. Gene relaxed. Snafu put his finger back in his mouth to recoat it, then immediately pushed it inside of Gene. Gene clenched again. Snafu rubbed his lower back.

“T'inquiète, mon chouchou. Tout va bien. T’es vraiment beau. Calme-toi.. Détendez votre corps.” Gene chuckled, “I have no idea what the fuck you’re sayin’.” Snafu laughed softly as well, “Relax for me.”

“I’m tryin’. I’m nervous.” Gene tried to focus on relaxing. “You’re doing great,” Snafu encouraged. Gene took a few deep breaths, and then went limp. Snafu took that moment to curl his finger upwards. Gene let out an embarrassingly loud noise.

“Shhhhhhhh,” Snafu laughed out. Gene bit his hand and moaned desperately. Snafu moved his finger slowly, massaging inside of Gene. Gene was a mess. He was making noises he had no idea he could make. Eyes glazed. Hips moving without him realizing it. Meeting Snafu’s fingers.

“Merriell,” Gene groaned out.

“That’s one. I’m gonna start tallying. Buy me a bible so I can keep track.” Gene would’ve laughed, would’ve felt guilt at what he was doing in the eyes of God, but he was bordering on death.

“Gonna add another,” Snafu warned.

“I don’t think you can. I’m going to drop dead.” Gene responded.

“You betta not, this is nothing compared to what I’m gonna do to you.” Gene couldn’t wait. This was the way he wanted to die all along. He just didn’t know it. Snafu added another finger, and Gene melted. He was making embarrassing whimpering noises. When Snafu removed his fingers, Gene sighed.

“You doing ok, Gene?”

Gene could only nod. Words were lost to him. He was still bent awkwardly, watching Snafu’s every movement. Snafu spit heavily into his hand multiple times and coated his cock with it. Gene rolled over onto his back and watched him. Snafu moved to kneel between Gene’s legs. Grabbed him under the knees, dragging his hips until his ass bumped Snafu’s cock. Gene let his legs spread, knees bent, feet flat on either side of Snafu’s legs. Snafu lifted Gene’s hips and teased his entrance with his cock. Rubbing slowly, getting him wet. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” Snafu told him.

Gene looked up at him. Maintained eye contact as Snafu started pushing the head into him. The stretch made Gene arch his back off the bed. “You ok? Am I hurting you?”

“I’ll be alright,” Gene responded. His voice hoarse. “Don’t stop,” he pressed.

“Yessir,” Snafu responded. He didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed. Then he remained kneeling, staying completely still. Waiting for Gene to tell him when it was ok. Gene didn’t have the energy to form words. He just wrapped his legs around Snafu’s hips, heels digging into his ass and nodded his head. Snafu held onto Gene’s hips, pulled out, and slowly went all the way back in. “Merriell,” Gene prayed. His new Lord and savior. He’d worship him every day after this.

“That’s two,” Snafu bragged. Gene laughed and reached his hand out to touch himself. Feeling shy, but too filled with want to care. He slowly stroked, never taking his eyes off Snafu’s face.

“You feel good, Gene.” Snafu whispered. Gene moaned softly. “You like a lil’ bit’ of talking?” Snafu asked. Gene arched his back before pressing it back down into the bed.

“I knew you’d be kinda dirty.” Snafu whispered. Gene breathed out another moan. “Fuckin’ knew it.” Snafu laughed. “That feel good, baby?” Gene blushed at the term of endearment. It felt so feminine, but he didn’t mind. Not in this moment. Not like this. Spread open for Snafu and moving their hips in unison.

“Yes. Fuck yes.” Gene admitted, moaning in rhythm with their movements. Breathe in-Snafu pulls out, release a luxurious moan-Snafu pushes back in. Repeatedly. Gene gently thumped his heel against Snafu in a gesture of ‘giddy-up’ and eased up onto his elbows. “Do it, come on,” Gene egged him on. Snafu grabbed Gene’s hips and this time when he pulled out, he paused, “Cover your mouth for me please.” Gene squinted his eyes in confusion. “What?”

“I said cover your mouth.” He repeated. Gene brought one hand up and covered his mouth, so he was only propped up on one elbow. Snafu rammed back in. Gene keened. His other elbow buckled, and his back hit the bed. He ground his palm into his mouth to quiet himself. Snafu repeated the movement, the sound of Gene’s ass hitting Snafu’s hips was pornographic. Gene was going to hell for sure. No doubt about it now.

Snafu took what he wanted, and Gene tried to encourage him with noises, his name, prayers, anything he could think of.

“I’m gonna come inside you, Gene.” Snafu moaned out.

“Fuck,” Gene gasped, continuing to match his strokes on his own cock to Shelton’s hips. He came unexpectedly and his vision tunneled. Everything went black, and all he could feel was the pure electricity running through his bloodstream. His heartbeat took over all his other senses. His hand stilled on himself. He shook hands with death. And then as his spasms slowed his vision slowly came back.

Snafu looked like a deity to Gene. Coated in sweat, panting, working through his own orgasm. His hands dug sharply into Gene’s hips, most likely leaving bruises. As Snafu’s breathing slowed, he gently laid down on top of Gene. Kissing him when he finally got close enough. Gene kissed back like his life depended on it. They both took their time. Calming down, quieting their breathing. Kissing every few moments. Snafu ran his hands through Gene’s hair and laid his head down on his chest. Massaging his head gently.

“Was that good?” Snafu asked.

“Don’t fish for compliments.” Gene responded. Snafu laughed. “I’m serious. Didn’t hurt you? You okay?” Gene moved, wiggled his hips slightly, “I dunno, might be paralyzed, but it was worth it.” Snafu laughed.

“Dear Mr. and Mrs. Sledge, sorry I fucked your son so good he’s now bound to a wheelchair. I’ll pay the medical expenses. Love, Merriell Shelton.” Gene answered with a laugh. “You’ll have to write another letter after that one. “Dear Mr. Sledge, sorry I killed Mrs. Sledge with my previous letter. All the best, SNAFU.” Snafu and Gene laughed. Snafu kissed Gene’s chest and then moved to pull out. Gene could feel warm liquid slide down his ass cheeks as Snafu pulled out, “That’s absolutely obscene?” He said suddenly. Snafu looked up questioningly. “Huh?”

“Nobody tells you that happens. That was……Ugh.” Snafu was laughing. You better pay a real good tip to those nice cleaners. Gene was horrified, “Burn the sheets. We’re leaving.” Snafu chuckled. He went to the bathroom to wash up. Stole Gene’s toothbrush, peeking his head out of the bathroom to ensure Gene saw. Toothpaste at the corners of his mouth. Gene smiled, rolled his eyes in jest. Gene went as soon as Snafu returned. By the time he came back, Snafu had at least laid different sheets down.

“To answer your earlier question, I’d like to be. Dating, that is.” Snafu said. “I’ll buy you flowers or something to seal the deal.”

“You’re a shit. I don’t want flowers. But I do want you to—you know, be my boyfriend. I want that.” Gene responded. Snafu kissed him. “You’re having a lot of firsts today. Anything else you wanna try?”

“All kinds of stuff. I’ll make a list.” Gene laid down. Head light. Snafu slid over next to him and wrapped an arm around Gene. Gene laid his head on Snafu’s chest and closed his eyes. “I love you, Merriell,” he whispered. But he was asleep before he heard whether Snafu responded.

#Sledgefu #stolperzunge #Woops #I'M VERY SHY AND REPRESSED I AM APPALLED AT WHAT I HAVE WRITTEN #But also delighted #*screaming #Smut #dedicated to stolperzunge #a literal angel of a human

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cucullas · 4 years

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The tale of two Fanfan’s: pro and anti war French songs

I’m absolutely not done with Spanish Romances but today i felt like overanalizing another country songs so follow me as we cross the Pyrenées and time travel to the XVIII century to see how the name of an idealized soldier (Fanfan, La Tulipe) ended on an antiwar song (Le conscrit du Languedoc).

beware: it gets very French, this level of French

1952 film “Fanfan la Tulipe”, not even trying to be subtle o how much you should thrist for the hero

Fanfan la Tulipe, a very sung hero

The first Fanfan is a soldier of the French monarchy, his King is anyone from the very classy wing and heels wearing Louis XIV to his Louis the XVI before he looses his head. He is the hero of a very popular song (here all stanzas or here my fav version) a march of the Grenadiers an specialized military assualt division. The song is quite good at tellingin less than 4 minutes a quite plotty story of a young man who is recruited.

Fanfan is short for François, a name that literally means French and “La Tulipe” is a “nom de guerre” a soldiers mandatory nickname cause at the time there were like 5 names.

A young desperate was historically a perfect candidate from the Army who is mostly volontary the Kingdom of France had no mandatory conscription. At times of war of course recruitement agent forced people and all able men were called but there was not a military service stablished.

COLONEL DUGUÉ MAC Cathy - Planche Uniforme Maison du Roy 1745

Fanfan who has a bad relation with his father is trown from his home, to avoid starving he joins the army and became a grenadier. naive, but also honorable and a ladies man the song builds a very likeable character. From being initially afraid of battles and sing the chorus “Allons mon petit Fanfan / Let’s go my little Fanfan” to give himself courage to helping his father in his moment of need we can’t help to get a bit attached.

“Des vaincus la touchante prière / M'fit toujours voler à leur secours / P'têt’ c'que j'fais pour eux, / Les malheureux l'f'ront un jour, à leur tour / Pour ma mère”

“The moving cries of those defeated / Always made me flight to help them / Maybe what i’m doing for them / These unfortunate ones will one day do for my mother”

You got to like him a bit.

Fanfan, French icon

The succes of the character is massive, an operette, several serials, comics and three movies the image of Fanfan as a Louis XV soldier an he has shenenigans of all sort…

Last film is from 2003 it’s high time to do a new one, most of these film are pretty bad but fun as hell.

In the song he retires after 20 years. This is how things went, if the soldier survived war but also the awful conditions of casernes, lack of payment, hunger and diseases they were free to go after 8 to 10 years of service. Our hero remained 10 more. He could not reach the higher positions those where reserved to nobles but a modest career was still available.

Fanfan, La Tulipe, the version that we know is the one adapted by Emile Debraux in 1819 for popular orchestras. At the time, and after the napoleonic empire and revolution the monarchy was restaured in France and the fun story of these soldier of the golden days of monarchy became very popular.

The army life is idealized however the thematic is more approachable than Revolutionary songs that are many times more about ideals and revolutionary fervor. Ultimately Fanfan choosed to become a soldier and once there despite “cannons fire” who afraid him so much during his first battle.

And while live of population an military was by no means better during monarchy that revolutionary and napoleonic period back then military was far from the general population and could be idealized or played with. It will soon not be so easy to distance oneself for it.

Fanfan, the reluctant soldier

The hero of the second song is also Fanfan (listen here sung by a choir here with a sadder tune) but we don’t know his name at first. He presents himself like this: “Je suis un pauvre conscrit de l’an 1810 / faut quitter le Languedoc / avec le sac sur le dos.” I’m a poor conscript of the year 1810 / I ought to leave Languedoc / with my bag in the back″

Like the first one he is a young men but he doesn’t decided to join the army himself. Napoleon has been Emperor for two years now but conscription started some years ago. if the Revolution hoped at the start to make military voluntary they soon saw it was impossible and a career army was formed but the numerous napoleonic campaigns need more and more men. Recruitement became ofc highly unpopular.

Tirage au sort pour la conscription, Anonyme aka if you think your days sucks? wait and see Fanfan2′s one.

Fanfan 2 is pissed as hell and he might not be a soldier yet but he already leave no survivors:

“ Maire et M'sieur le Préfet / N'en sont deux jolis cadets (bis) / Ils nous font tirer-z-sort / Pour nous conduire à la mort.”

“The Mayor and M. Prefect / Make two great captains / They make us draw a number / To take us to death”

The recruitment at the time happens in two steps: First the Mayor makes a list of all the available young men from a year and they are called to a main city to present themselves. There, they draw a number who will decide if they go the reserve and are not called (high number) or are immediatly called to the army (low number).

Fanfan 2 has not luck that day and he drawn numer two: if he passed the medical exam (which unless he lacks a limb or is very very sick, he will) he goes immediatly with the army. So this young man is there, with his parents and girlfriend and says goodye to them while he fearing they will never see each other again. It leads to maybe the most French methafor ever

“Dites a ma tante que son neveu / à attrapé le numero deux / qu’en partant son coeur se fend / comme du fromage blanc”

“Tell my aunt that her nephew / drawn number two / that leaving slips his heart / like a piece of fresh cheese.”

Pictured: young soldier heart

Poetic irony

Fanfan 2 name is mentionned at the end of the song:

“ Adieu donc mon tendre coeur, / Vous consolerez ma soeur / Vous y direz que Fanfan / Il est mort en combattant.”

“Farewell my tender love / Please comfort my sister / Tell her that Fanfan / that he died at war”

The authors of the first song very probably new the first and the name of Fanfan can onle mean this association with a young soldier but it can also be a way to compare this two songs and by contrast give an even further critique to conscription and war that is not like songs…

… specially if we remember that some of the 1810 recruits will end up dying in the terrible Russian campaign.

Napoléon faisant retraite depuis Moscou, par Adolphe Northen.

This song also became well loved by anti-war supporters and there is one version in Occitan, the regional language of Languedoc.

I find it interesting how differently these song treat the same thematics. The lyrics of the first song are here (FR) and the second here (FR and OCC versions). The papers are use to talk abut recruitement are here for 18th cetury and here for empire both in French. Have a great day, eat fresh cheese and join me soon for more songs.

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Fauve Mini Series 1/3 - Tom Hiddleston : Rub a Dub

Pairing : Tom Hiddleston x POC Plus Size Reader

Word Count : 2k

A/N : Fic based on the song “Rub a Dub” by the French band Fauve. The lyrics are partly translated in Tom’s dialogue. I hope you’ll like it, it’s kinda out of my comfort zone to write something so fluffy.

Hey! Excuse-moi Est-ce qu’on peut parler deux minutes? Ce sera pas long je te promets Après je disparais Il fallait juste que je te parle de quelque chose Et je me connais Si je le fais pas maintenant je vais encore me défiler et m’en vouloir Voila, j’arrive pas à te sortir de mes pensées Je peux pas te le dire autrement En même temps c’est pas très compliqué Je pense que tu comprends Je suis désolé si c’est un peu direct mais je me dis qu’on n’a qu’une vie Qu’elle est trop courte, trop fragile Et puis vaut mieux avoir des remords que des regrets

Je sais pas d’où ça sort Je sais pas d’où ça vient Je pourrais pas te l’expliquer Et je comprendrais que tu me prennes pour un dingue Je t’en voudrais pas C’est juste que quand je te vois Il y a des flashs dans ma tête Il y a des images qui se répètent en boucle Et j’ai besoin d’en avoir le cœur net Je nous vois danser au ralenti sur du rub a dub Et toi tu me déposes des mots précieux au creux de l’oreille On se regarde droit dans les yeux On veille jusqu'au lever du soleil Je nous vois sortir marcher boire et partir sans payer Tirer des plans sur la comète Et faire l’amour les fenêtres ouvertes Je vais pas te mentir sur le marché je suis pas forcément ce qu’il y a de meilleur Parce que je suis bancal menteur pas fiable jamais à l’heure Mais si tu veux je peux me faire boxeur, voleur, chauffeur, docteur, serviteur, dresseur de lions

You looked at the crowd, a slight frown crossing your features, looking for your boyfriend. You saw one of his friends pass by you and asked for him, "Have you seen Tom?". But before he could answer, Tom's melodic voice was heard across the room. You turned your head towards the source and saw him standing in the middle of the stage, a mic in front of him. Soon after, the first notes of one of your favorite songs resonated across the room.

"Hey, excuse me. Can I take two minutes to talk with you?", he began and you gasped once realizing that he translated the lyrics from the French song in English. "It won't take long, I promise. After that, I'm done", he smiled. Your best friend indicated you the front seat and you shyly sat down, mouth agape. ‘What are you doing?’, you mouthed to him to which he smiled brightly. "I needed to tell you something and I know myself, if I don't do it now, I'll chicken out and would regret it", he stated like the original lyrics.

"Here it is : I can't stop getting you out of my thoughts. I don't know how to say it otherwise but at the same time, you know what I'm talking about. I'm sorry that it's so straightforward but we only have one life and it's a short and fragile one. Besides I rather have remorses than regrets.” He took a small break, his eyes locked with yours, nothing and no one else important anymore. "I don't know where this comes from, I can't tell you and you will probably think I'm crazy but I have those flashes in my head. Images going over and over and I need to have to know. I see ourselves slowly dancing on a rub a dub. You dropping sweet nothings on the crock of my neck, our eyes piercing at one another. I see us watching the sunrise together, walking side by side to a pub, have a drink and flee the scene without paying. I see us shot pictures of the comets and make love with wide open windows", he chanted with a wide grin. You heard the audience laugh and holler at the last part of the phrase and you couldn't help yourself into joining them.

Je vais pas te la faire a l'envers, tu pourras forcément trouver mieux Parce que je suis maladroit, nerveux, égoïste et coléreux Mais si tu veux je peux être souriant et même heureux, poli, généreux Écrire des morceaux moins teigneux Ou même des chansons pour les amoureux C’est marrant parce que je me sens à la fois un peu ridicule de te balancer tout ça d’un coup Et en même temps tu sais ça me fait beaucoup de bien D'abord parce que je peux enfin être fixé sur ce qui se passe de ton côté Mais aussi parce que je réalise la chance que j’ai De pouvoir encore avoir des sentiments pour un être-human autre que moi Ça me change tellement la vie Tu te rends pas compte je crois J’ai l’impression de plus être la même personne C’est comme si d’un coup je me remettais d’une cuite qui avait duré genre deux ans C’est long deux ans Je me sens différent J’ai envie de me lever à l’heure De me remettre en mouvement De moins fumer De moins boire Et puis, de plus draguer n’importe qui par peur de la solitude

"I'm not gonna lie, I'm not the best looking out there because I'm unsound, liar, not reliable, never on time but if you'd want I can be a boxer, pilot, driver, doctor, maid or a lion tamer. I won't trick you, I know you can find better. I'm nervous, selfish, quick-tempered but for you I can be happy, polite, generous. Write songs less pessimist and even write love songs." He chuckled at the next part of his text, "It's funny because in one hand I feel ridiculous to tell you all of this and in the other I feel relived. I can't realize the luck I have right now, to have such powerful feelings for another being. It's life changing, I don't think you understand. I have the feeling I’m not the same person anymore, like I've been hangover for the past 2 years and I finally woke up. Two years hangover, that's a long time". You smiled widely, your eyed beginning to tear, all the love you felt for him creep up and vibrate in your soul.

Je sais pas d’où ça sort Je sais pas d’où ça vient Je pourrais pas te l’expliquer encore une fois Ça faisait tellement longtemps que ça m’était pas arrivé Et là ça me tombe dessus comme ça Moi jusque-là je faisais un peu n’importe quoi Je passais d’une personne à une autre sans réussir à m’attacher vraiment C’était assez glauque mais bon Je suis comme tout le monde, qu'est-ce que tu veux? Alors que là je nous vois carrément danser au ralenti sur du rub a dub au corps à corps On se regarde droit dans les yeux et puis on repart en tirant des bords Je nous vois courir nager nus rougir transpirer jusqu'à brûler Tirer des plans sur Jupiter et faire l’amour sous les éclairs Alors je vais pas te mentir sur le marché je suis pas forcément ce qu’il y a de meilleur Parce que je suis bancal menteur pas fiable jamais à l’heure Mais si tu veux je peux me faire boxeur, voleur, chauffeur, docteur, serviteur, dresseur de lions Je vais pas te mentir tu pourras forcément trouver mieux Parce que je suis maladroit, nerveux, égoïste et coléreux Mais si tu veux je peux être souriant et même heureux, poli, généreux Écrire des morceaux moins teigneux Ou même des chansons pour les amoureux

"Again, I don't know where this all come from, I can't explain it to you. It's been so long since it happened to me and then 'bam' it just hits me. I would always spend my time with someone and then move on. I know this sounds creepy but yeah, I'm like everyone else what can I say? But now I see us dancing in slow-motion to a rub a dub, our bodies close. We look deeply at each other's eyes and to end up running naked with flushed faces to the nearest river. Shooting pictures of Jupiter and making love under the thunder. I won't lie to you, I'm not the best in the market. I'm unsound, liar, not reliable and never on time but for you I can be a vampire, a spy or a king of Asgard." You laughed at his smart addition about some of the characters he played in the big screen.

Et même si je sais Que je suis loin d’être parfait Si tu veux qu’on se lance Qu’on essaie Moi je pense que ça peut donner quelque chose de beau Parce qu’après tout on sait jamais Et même si tu vois Que je suis pas quelqu'un pour toi Si le soir quand ça va pas Que t’es triste Qu’il y a quoique ce soit Fais-moi signe Je serai là Je te promets Je bouge pas

"Even if I know that I'm far from being perfect, I want us to try cause something beautiful could come out of it. Even if you see that I'm not the one for you, whenever you're sad at night, anything, call me. I will always be there for you, I promise. I'm not going away." He slowly marched towards you and asked for your hand, to which you gladly took. You crushed your bodies together, slowly dancing along the final notes of the song. Your silent tears rolling down your face, while he continued to mouther the rest of the lyrics and while you followed along by citing them in French.

"I love you", you whispered in his ear and felt him smiling next to your neck. "I don't want you to mislead all of this, I'm not gonna ask you to marry me and of course, I don't want to force you into being together. But I want you to believe me when I tell you that what I feel is not a one night thing. I'm not another asshole that wants just to sleep with you, the only thing I ask you is not to put me in the same box as them. I leaving you at peace now. I'm sorry I talk to much and you don't have to answer just yet but in the meantime I won't move out of your life. I will always be here for you. Good night ", he finished the song. The room erupted in cheers and Tom took your cheeks in his hands, "Hey love", while he cleaned the leaking tears of your face. You crashed your lips with his in a needy and passionate kiss, pouring all your love for him.

Je voudrais pas que tu te fasses de fausses idées non plus J’ai pas l’intention de te demander en mariage Et même si évidemment je peux pas te forcer à me fréquenter Par contre je peux te demander de me croire quand je te dis tout ce que je te dis ce soir Je suis pas un énième connard qui veut juste coucher avec toi Me mets pas dans le même sac C’est tout ce que je te demande, c’est tout ce que je te demande Allez, je vais te laisser tranquille maintenant Je parle beaucoup, je sais, je suis désolé Mais t'es pas obliger de me répondre tout suite tu sais Puis en attendant, comme je te disais je bouge pas, je bouge pas Bonne soirée

"I guess that's a little to late for the wedding proposal. Ladies and Gentlemen, make a huge applause for Mr and Mrs Hiddleston. And now let's rock this wedding." You and Tom chuckled at the Dj's words and soon the guests reached the dancefloor and let their bodies express for themselves along the music's rhythm. "I love you so much and you're perfect", you told him. He captured your lips again in a breathtaking kiss and hummed in content. "And I love you Y/N Hiddleston."

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