Danes and Dames
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  • Reads 68
  • Votes 5
  • Parts 2
  • Time 29m
Ongoing, First published Dec 16, 2022
Violet Andersen and Caitlyn Gram Kiramman are living in WW2 German occupied Denmark in the late fall of 1943. They had each lost their parents during the war, and they had each known of each other, but had never met.

** Trigger warning: brief mentions of violence at the start, this is not the focus of this fic**

It's December and very snowy here so I wanted to share with you all this little wintertime fic. In spite of everything these two share some truly cozy moments. Hope you enjoy!
ps - I do not pretend to know the exact historic facts of this setting. But there were many heroes during WW2 and some were Danes that smuggled their Jewish neighbors safely into Sweden during the last years of the war.
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