#Emmanuelle Mimieux

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Chapter Five: “Revenge Of The Giant Face“ -  Inglourious Basterds (2009)

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THE TOURNAMENT IS OVER! Eartha Kitt lounges in her deck chair in the sun, dipping her toes in the pool with Toshiro Mifune and sipping a brightly colored fruity something with an umbrella in it.

Far below in the shadow realm, however, the fallen hotties dance in the dark—let's take a minute to look back at them under the cut.

PRELIM PRETTIES:

Claude Gensac, Silvia Pinal, Ewa Aulin, Rita Tushingham, Annette Funicello, Norma Bengell, Catherine Spaak, Brigitte Auber, Micheline Presle, Nanette Fabray, Libertad Lamarque, Vera Miles, Martha Raye, Catherine McLeod, Virginia Mayo, Elizabeth Allan, Belle Bennet, Virginia Cherill, Mary Brian, Ruth Chatterton, Agnes Ayres, Merna Kennedy, Marie Prevost, Corinne Griffith, May Allison, Virginia Brown Faire, Alice Brady, and Jetta Goudal

ROUND ONE WONDERS:

Angie Dickinson, Thelma Ritter, Geraldine Chaplin, Evelyn Preer, Vanessa Brown, Betty Blythe, Susan Hayward, Mae Clarke, Sally Ann Howes, Ossi Oswalda, Adrienne La Russa, Hermione Gingold, Barbara Bouchet, Melina Mercouri, Anna Karina, Edwige Fenech, Charmian Carr, Pina Pellicer, Marlène Jobert, Tsuru Aoki, Alice Roberts, Leila Hyams, Lady Tsen Mei, Geneviève Bujold, Dolores Hart, Anita Berber, Bonita Granville, Vonetta McGee, Claire Windsor, Zizi Jeanmaire, Tuesday Weld, Grace Darmond, Carol Channing, Deanna Durbin, Laraine Day, Mariette Hartey, Wendy Hiller, Candy Darling, Hermione Baddely, Valeria Creti, Ella Raines, Ann Miller, Dana Wynter, Dalida, Martine Beswick, Gale Storm, Simone Signoret, Cristina Gaioni, Mabel Normand, Stéphane Audran, Ruth Weyher, Anna Wiazemsky, Ann Sheridan, Sandhya Shantaram, Alice White, Anne Francis, Gena Rowlands, Lyda Borelli, May Whitty, Cathleen Nesbitt, Jessica Walter, Virna Lisi, Barbara Shelley, Iris Hall, Heather Angel, Anne Shirley, Joanna Pettet, Virginia O'Brien, Joan Collins, Greer Garson, Gracie Allen, Peggy Ryan, Frances Dee, Shirley Maclaine, Geraldine Farrar, Kathleen Byron, Margaret Hamilton, Eva Gabor, Francesca Bertini, Julie Adams, Olga Baclanova, Misa Uehara, Yvette Vickers, Milena Dravić, Jenny Jugo, Madeleine Carroll, Benita Hume, Olive Borden, Shirley Jones, Miyoshi Umeki, Dorothy Lamour, Gale Sondergaard, Mary Anderson, Charlotte Greenwood, Sybil Seely, Mona Barrie, Kathryn Grayson, Katharine Ross, Madge Bellamy, Rhonda Fleming, Sally Gray, Jana Brejchová, Debra Paget, Madame Sul-Te-Wan, Evelyn Brent, Zelma O'Neal, Marie Laforêt, Türkan Şoray, Beatriz Costa, Irene Zazians, Eleanor Powell, Susan Luckey, Patsy Kelly, Lil Dagover, Norma Talmadge, Dorothy Mackaill, Madge Evans, Virginia McKenna, Amália Rodrigues, Mamie Van Doren, Valerie Hobson, Isabel Jeans, Beata Tyszkiewicz, Claire Luce, Aleksandra Khokhlova, Nieves Navarro Garcia, Janet Leigh, Carmen Miranda, Jean Harlow, Aud Egedge-Nissen, Nina Foch, Jean Simmons, Piper Laurie, Katy Jurado, Jayne Mansfield, Anita Garvin, Frances Farmer, Lizabeth Scott, Joan Greenwood, Una Merkel, Arlene Francis, Ethel Merman, Doris Day, Suzanne Pleshette, Ruta Lee, Carolyn Jones, June Richmond, Eva Nil, Diana Dors, Anna Chang, Colleen Moore, Alexis Smith, Yvette Mimieux, Ruby Keeler, Viola Dana, Dolores Grey, Marie Windsor, Danielle Darieux, Jean Parker, Julie Christie, Acquanetta, Leatrice Joy, Ghita Nørby, Julie Newmar, Joanne Woodward, Sandra Dee, Eva Marie Saint, Simone Simon, Katherine Dunham, Birgitte Price, Lee Grant, Anita Page, Flora Robson, Martha Sleeper, Elsie Ames, Isabel "Coca" Sarli, Glenda Farrell, Kathleen Burke, Linden Travers, Diane Baker, Joan Davis, Joan Leslie, Sylvia Sidney, Marie Dressler, June Lockhart, Emmanuelle Riva, Libertad Leblanc, Susannah Foster, Susan Fleming, Dolores Costello, Ann Smyrner, Luise Rainer, Anna Massey, Evelyn Ankers, Ruth Gordon, Eva Dahlbeck, Ansa Ikonen, Diana Wynyard, Patricia Neal, Etta Lee, Gloria Stuart, Arletty, Dorothy McGuire, Mitzi Gaynor, Gwen Verdon, Maria Schell, Lili Damita, Ethel Moses, Gloria Holden, Kay Thompson, Jeanne Crain, Edna May Oliver, Lili Liliana, Ruth Chatterton, Giulietta Masina, Claire Bloom, Dinah Sheridan, Carroll Baker, Brenda de Banzie, Milú, Hertha Thiele, Hanka Ordonówna, Lillian Roth, Jane Powell, Carol Ohmart, Betty Garrett, Kalina Jędrusik, Edana Romney, Geraldine Fitzgerald, Kay Kendall, Ruth Hussey, Véra Clouzot, Jadwiga Smosarska, Marge Champion, Mary Astor, Ann Harding, María Casares, Maureen O'Sullivan, Mildred Natwick, Michèle Morgan, Romy Schneider, Elisabeth Bergner, Celeste Holm, Betty Hutton, Susan Peters, Mehtab, Leslie Caron, Anna Sten, Janet Munro, Nataša Gollová, Eve Arden, Ida Lupino, Regina Linnanheimo, Sonja Henie, and Terry (what a good girl)

ROUND TWO BEAUTIES:

Evelyn Nesbit, Thelma Todd, Tura Satana, Helen Gibson, Maureen O'Hara, Rocío Dúrcal, Mary Nolan, Lois Maxwell, Maggie Smith, Zulma Faiad, Ursula Andress, Musidora, Delphine Seyrig, Marian Marsh, Leatrice Joy, Sharon Tate, Pina Menichelli, Teresa Wright, Shelley Winters, Lee Remick, Jane Wyman, Martita Hunt, Barbara Bates, Susan Strasberg, Marie Bryant, Diana Rigg, Jane Birkin, Rosalind Russell, Vanessa Redgrave, Brigitte Helm, Gloria Grahame, Rosemary Clooney, Bebe Daniels, Constance Bennett, Lilian Bond, Ann Dvorak, Jeanette Macdonald, Pouri Banayi, Raquel Welch, Vilma Bánky, Dorothy Malone, Olive Thomas, Celia Johnson, Moira Shearer, Priscilla Lane, Dolores del Río, Ann Sothern, Françoise Rosay, June Allyson, Carole Lombard, Jeni Le Gon, Takako Irie, Barbara Steele, Claudette Colbert, Lalita Pawar, Asta Nielsen, Sandra Milo, Maria Montez, Mae West, Alma Rose Aguirre, Bibi Andersson, Joan Blondell, Anne Bancroft, Elsa Lanchester, Nita Naldi, Suchitra Sen, Dorothy Van Engle, Elisabeth Welch, Esther Williams, Loretta Young, Margueritte De La Motte, Ita Rina, Constance Talmadge, Margaret Lockwood, Barbara Bedford, Josette Day, Stefania Sandrelli, Jane Russell, Doris Dowling, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Donna Reed, Ruby Dee, Diana Sands, Billie Burke, Kyōko Kagawa, Françoise Dorléac, Hend Rostom, Monica Vitti, Lilian Harvey, Marjorie Main, Jeanne Moreau, Lola Flores, Ann Blyth, Janet Gaynor, Jennifer Jones, Margaret Sullavan, Sadhana, Ruby Myers, Lotus Long, Honor Blackman, Marsha Hunt, Debbie Reynolds, Michèle Mercier, Irene Dunne, Jean Arthur, Judy Holliday, Tippi Hedren, Susse Wold, Vera-Ellen, Carmelita González, Nargis Dutt, Purnima, Harriet Andersson, Yvonne De Carlo, Miroslava Stern, Sheila Guyse, Helen, Margaret Dumont, Betty Grable, Joan Bennett, Jane Greer, Judith Anderson, Liv Ullman, Vera Zorina, Joan Fontaine, Silvana Mangano, and Lee Ya-Ching

ROUND THREE ELECTRIFIERS:

Jean Hagen, Sumiko Mizukubo, Mary Philbin, Ann-Margret, Margaret Rutherford, Claudia Cardinale, Eleanor Parker, Jessie Matthews, Theresa Harris, Brigitte Bardot, Alla Nazimova, Faye Dunaway, Marion Davies, Anna Magnani, Theda Bara, Myrna Loy, Kay Francis, Fay Wray, Barbra Streisand, Bette Davis, Hideko Takamine, France Nuyen, Claudine Auger, Miriam Hopkins, Maylia Fong, Samia Gamal, Maude Fealy, Machiko Kyō, Sharmila Tagore, Lucille Ball, Ginger Rogers, Juanita Moore, Anna Fougez, Waheeda Rehman, Ruan Lingyu, Nina Mae McKinney, Ethel Waters, Nadira, Olivia de Havilland, Abbey Lincoln, Louise Beavers, Agnes Moorehead, Lana Turner, Norma Shearer, Maria Falconetti, Reiko Sato, Marie Doro, Clara Bow, Margaret Lindsay, Catherine Denueve, Madhabi Mukherjee, Rosaura Revueltas, Hu Die, Mary Pickford, Fredi Washington, Louise Brooks, Leonor Maia, Merle Oberon, Paulette Goddard, Vivien Leigh, Francine Everett, Savitri, Tita Merello, and Meena Kumari

ROUND FOUR STUNNERS:

Judy Garland, Dorothy Dandridge, Yoshiko Yamaguchi, Marilyn Monroe, Irene Papas, Lupe Vélez, Pola Negri, Gene Tierney, Barbara Stanwyck, Gina Lollobrigida, Lena Horne, Nutan, Jean Seberg, Kim Novak, Gladys Cooper, Tallulah Bankhead, Linda Darnell, Julie Andrews, Carmen Sevilla, Gloria Swanson, Glynis Johns, Anne Baxter, Angela Lansbury, Anita Ekberg, Toshia Mori, Deborah Kerr, Hazel Scott, Chelo Alonso, Cyd Charisse, Nancy Kwan, Devika Rani, Shima Iwashita, and Anouk Aimée

ROUND FIVE SMOKESHOWS:

Setsuko Hara, Pearl Bailey, Joan Crawford, Madhubala, Marpessa Dawn, Keiko Awaji, Rita Hayworth, Veronica Lake, Ava Gardner, Greta Garbo, Grace Kelly, Xia Meng, Suraiya, Natalie Wood, María Félix, and Mbissine Thérèse Diop

ROUND SIX SEXY LADIES:

Marilyn Monroe, Sophia Loren, Vyjyanthimala, Jane Fonda, Katharine Hepburn, Josephine Baker, Elizabeth Taylor, and Ingrid Bergman

QUARTER FINALIST GLAMAZONS:

Audrey Hepburn, Marlene Dietrich, Anna May Wong, and Lauren Bacall

SEMIFINALIST ICONS:

Rita Moreno, Diahann Carroll

FINALIST FABULOSITY:

Hedy Lamarr

ULTIMATE CHAMPION OF THE HOT & VINTAGE MOVIE WOMAN TOURNAMENT:

Eartha Kitt

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I'm using google translate so I'm sorry for any mistakes so could you do another imagine of dieter of inglorious bastards him fucking a spy caught by SS in the car and then he lets her go

A/N: Thank you for the request, sorry for the long wait! Hope you enjoy:)

Warnings: just regular smut, nothing too crazy.

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"Your accent, its terrible."

(Dieter Hellstrom x reader)

It was a hot summer day. People were going on about their business, just as you did. Although your task for today was nothing but seeking into other people's businesses. Today you had one mission and one mission only. To gather as much information about the planned cinema burning and the killing of Hitler.

You and Shosanna had been friends for a long time, and after she told you of her genius plan, you befriended Aldo, who took you under his wing and gave you the task of being a spy for his group.

As you walked through the French streets and desperately tried to find Shosanna, you figured that the best place to find her was indeed, the cinema.

Walking past numerous posters of the Movie premiere and countless Nazis, you turned left and right, and after about 15 minutes finally reached the cinema.

Letting out a sigh of relief as you saw her spelling out 'Stolz der Nation' in black letters on the building, you quickly crossed the road and called out for her.

She turned around carefully on her ladder and recognized your voice: "Y/N! How are you doing?"

Walking closer to the ladder, you gave her a look and spoke quietly, still out of breath from all the running around: "We need to talk."

Shosanna slowly nodded in return, recognizing it must be something regarding future events.

"Listen, Aldo sent me here an-" You were suddenly cut off by an unfamiliar voice: "Emmanuelle Mimieux?"

Silence

You turned around to see two young men, one an SS officer, the other a regular, looking at the two of you seriously and with a hint of curiosity.

Glancing up at Shosanna, realising you were so tempted to reach her you completely discarded your surroundings as The SS officer grabbed you by your shoulder.

Giving a stern look to the other man and then leering his gaze back up to Shosanna: 'tu la fais monter dans la voiture.'

Your friend's breath caught in her throat as she heard his words.

The man motioned to her, obeying The SS officer's orders to get her in the car.

"Deutsch?" He asked you, slightly loosening his grip on your shoulder once he got a good look at your face. All you could do was shake your head, you weren't German, you were American for God's sake! You knew some French, but German? Hell no.

He sighed and put a hand on the small of your back, pushing you into the back seat of the car as Shosanna sat in the front.

The car started and there was dead silence. Both of you were scared, you didn't know why you were there and why they took the two of you, but you knew that resisting an SS officer was like committing the most heinous crime in the German owned lands.

The Officer turned to you and gave you his hand to shake. Taking it as he introduced himself, you felt a pang of unease joit through you, like you were about to throw up from the anxiety. Swallowing hard you used the little French you had to return the gesture.

The more you looked at him, the more you eyed his form in the unifrom, the more handsome he started to become.

Clearing your throat and faking a cough, quickly shaking the thoughts away with slight guilt, you shifted your eyes to the window and waited for the car to finally stop.

After about 20 minutes you arrived at the destination, which appeared to be a fancy restaurant, decorated with swastikas and various plants. As the officer opened the door, you followed him, but he stoped you in your tracks.

"Non," smiling charmingly: "tu restes ici." With that he got out of the car and lead Shosanna into the restaurant, his caullege following shortly behind him.

Your mind was racing, feeling like your brain was about to explode at any second. Why would he let you stay in the car? You figured you could just walk out and leave, but that would be far too risky. In his mind, you hopefully, didn't have any reason to run and hide away. Suspicion would rise and you would soon be heading to your own execution God knows where.

Turning on your spy side of the brain, you decided to stay where you were, as you were barely able to move a muscle from all the stress.

You saw the resturant door open and was met with Dieter stepping outside. He slowly made his way to the car and opened the driver's seat, starting the car and setting off.

Saying you were afraid was an understatement . Gaining the courage to speak up, you asked politely where he was driving to: "Je suis desole, ov vas-tu?

He looked at you in the rear view mirror and announced loudly: "Oh don't worry sweetheart. Were going somewhere you'll enjoy..."

oh shit.

Now you're in deep deep shit.

His accent was almost perfect as he spoke, which caught you off guard, but that wasn't important, your life could be over at any second. Every minute passing by could be your last.

"How did you know?" You question, honestly surprised at how quckly he figured you out.

Dieter laughed out loud, his laugh piercing your ears: "Your accent, darling." He lit a cigarette with one hand, keeping the other on the wheel: "Its terrible, i'm not French and i even know that."

Shaking his head lightly and glancing back at you: "Now tell me," taking a puff of his cigarette and exhaling the smoke: "What's your name name. Not the one you were forced to give me, american doll."

"Y/N." You proclaimed coldly, clearly seeing how much he was enjoying himself: "Y/N Y/L/N."

He stopped the car at a wooded area, out of sight to everyone, except for the few cars driving by now and then. You could immediately sence the coldness of the forest with the windows rolled down. The gentle breeze like a balm to your soul, soothing you while knowing this was your end. He got out of the driver's seat and opened the door to the seat next to you and sat down.

"Listen to me now, little girl." He picked you up from your sit and placed you down onto his lap, you gasped and tried to break away, but he was far stronger than you: "We have quite a... situation going on here. Don't we?"

You give up on trying, just sinking in your own mind as you nodded and looked into his eyes. He was so handsome. It was so hard to admit, but he truly was.

"Now," brushing a stray strand of hair and tucking it behind your ear as he spoke: "Roll down your hips for me, darling..." His voice husky, deep lust growing in his eyes.

You hesitated for a second, before eventually giving in. Rolling down your hips against his bulge, you quickly realised where all this was leading to.

"You feel that, huh?" He whispered into your ear with that same husky tone like before: "You did that, mein Schatz."

With that he firmly placed both of his hands on both sides of your hips and pressed you further into him: "May I?"

Without thinking, you nodded. The way he smelled, the way he looked at you, the way he teased you, it turned you on more than you would like to admit.

Dieter immediately unzipped his uniform pants, revealing his hard cock to you.

You gasped as he suddenly, without any warning, put his hand under your skirt and moved your panties to the side, pushing himself into you and smashing his lips against yours, almost as if he tried to comfort you from the slight pain of the sudden penetration.

Moaning into the kiss, as you slowly got used to his size, Dieter groaned out in a deep and breathless tone: "Ride me, Y/N."

You started riding him at a slower pace first, getting used to the small space of the car and him gasping in your ear. It was so hot to see him completely lose all of his earlier stern demeanor and fall so sensitive to how you feel around his cock.

"Y/N, oh that's good, just like that baby, just like that." Dieter could barely speak, the pleasure of your hips swaying back and forth almost too much for him to handle.

And you were no better than him, moaning his name like a hot mess, feeling confident by the sight of him throwing his head back against the car seat, you started bouncing up and down.

Dieter's response was immediate, groaning out in pleasure louder than before, his breath quickening and his grip on your hips tightening.

The car moved with your hips, the fact that anyone driving by could only imagine what's happening inside made you feel a new level of excitement.

His moans, his hot breath against your ear as he praised you, his grip on your hips, it became too much.

"Dieter!" You cried out: "I'm gonna come!"

With your confession, he felt himself getting close too, his hips matching your rhythm: "Me too, I'm so close- Oh!" With that both of you came at the same time. Your breaths catching in your throat as you rode out both of yall's highs, swaying your hips back and forth again before collapsing onto him.

Your head fell to the crook of his neck and he put a hand in the back of your head as you did that, gently running a hand through your hair as the two of you calmed down together.

Eventually, you raised your head from his neck and looked into his eyes: "Am I free to leave now, officer?"

He gave you a playful slap on the butt and smiled: "Go, and let's hope we meet again soon, Schatzi..."

THE END.

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(English is not my mother tongue, so I tried to do my best, I hope you all will like it.)

Chapter 1

Shoshanna, or rather, Emmanuel Mimieux was standing on the stairs, wiping her letters with a rag on the board of her cinema.

"From the early morning, I do not leave the feeling as if.... Today something not very good will happen... Although I hope it is not so..."

Her head turned to the left on the distinctive noise of the approaching car. The car was the blackest color in the world and glossy as silver. The car itself was feared and terrified in the heart of the girl, because she knew perfectly well who was the owner of such cars - representatives of the highest German nobility and, accordingly, the military police, called the Gestapo.

After stopping, a tall nimble German soldier-chauffeur came out of the driver's seat and opened the car door on the passenger side with a quick and accurate hand movement. Out of it came a much less pleasant representative of the frightening car tall, handsome, dressed in the same black and glossy, like the car itself, a long cloak, apparently, sturmbannführer, and in simplicity - major. His eyes were covered a black cap, which was majestic and equally repulsive. was on his head.

«I tempted the fate» - ironically thought Emmanuel.

Raising his formidable glance at the girl, the major spoke to her: «Emmanuel Mimieux?»

«Yes.» - barely concealing the excitement, she replied.

After briefly saying something to the soldier, the Sturmbannführer crossed his arms behind his back, waiting for the girl to look at him.

The soldier addressed the girl: «Is this your cinema?»

«Yes.» - she answered briefly.

The soldier and the major exchanged a couple of three words, after which the soldier opened the door of the car, as if inviting («forcing») the girl to get into the car.

After taking a deep breath, Emmanuel desperately began to climb down the stairs.

«And who said that intuition fails so when it signals danger?!» - ironically she thought: «Unfortunately, even having an intuition will not help me avoid unwanted contact with these people, who hardly came to ask me about what movies will be shown tonight.»

As for evil, the staircase on which the girl descended was quite «medieval» and unreliable, one of the boards turned out to be brittle and treacherously snapped, breaking into two parts under a miniature foot. Unfortunately, the young cinema owner did not have time to react and fell down, preparing for a painful fall, but to her surprise, she felt no pain in the body from the fall, but only strong men’s hands that clutched her. There was a hum in my ears, and my heart pounded furiously inside. Slowly opening her eyes, she lifted them up, facing her grey and blue eyes, which reflected the boy’s beauty on a stern face with sharp cheekbones. The black cap that had been on the Major’s head not so long ago fell hopelessly to the ground.

Major: "How do you feel?"

The coma stood in the girl’s throat, preventing even a lighter sigh from the absence of injuries.

"What a charming man he is." she thought.

Major: "Mademoiselle, can you hear me?"

"Need at least something to say? Come on, Emmanuel!" she said, but it turned out her body didn’t agree. His eyes immediately darkened and his legs became cotton-brown. Emmanuel was unable to stand and fainted.

Looks like she’ll never know why the Major and his driver came for her anytime soon.

Sturmbannführer carefully picked her up and ordered the soldier to take her to his apartment, ordering him to send a doctor to his house as soon as possible, after which he would personally inform Private Zoller of his inability to bring the girl to the designated restaurant.

An hour later, if not more, Emmanuel had trouble separating her eyes. Looking around, the girl realized that she was completely in a strange apartment in a strange bed, and can barely remember how she got here.

The air slowly filled her lungs, and her mind reluctantly gained clarity.

The weakness in her body was tingling, and her heart was slowly beating inside

With a gentle sit, Emmanuel put her hand over her head, trying to remember at least how the morning began, but her brain stubbornly gave no memories..

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there's at least one "Susan" variant with the spelling "Suzy" in your submissions, if that's any help

Thank you ! I was expecting Susannas, Susies, Suzannes, Shoshana, but forgot this variant

Updated list :

Susan Pevensie (Narnia)

Susan Foreman (DW)

Susie (Calvin and Hobbes)

Soshana Dreyfus/Emmanuelle Mimieux (Inglorious Basterds)

Lady Susan Flintshire (Downton Abbey)

Suzanne (Le Cerveau)

"Lazy" Susan Wentworth (Gravity Falls)

Susan Sto Helit (Discworld)

Susan Storm (Fantastic Four)

Susie (Deltarune)

Susie (Kirby)

Susie (Flight Raising)

Susan Walker (The Swallows and the Amazons)

Suzy Stolas (Welcome to Demon School)

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Mélanie Laurent as Shosanna Dreyfus Inglourious Basterds, 2009

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Shosanna Dreyfus alias Emmanuelle Mimieux y Hans Landa

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Hey! So I found your ask box so here's my request again : dieter hellstrom x Shoshanna, where they begin the relationship on a hate basis (I know I'm a very healthy person 😂 lol) so I don't know if this inspires you or not, if it doesn't, feel free to do whatever you like 😊 have a nice day/or night!

Thank you again!

I hope this is kinda what you had in mind, though I think I might've gotten a bit carried away😅

What Do You Want?

Major Dieter Hellstrom (Inglorious Basterds) x Shosanna Dreyfus/Emmanuelle Mimieux

Warnings: slight sexual themes but not much

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Those ice blue eyes still hold her captive, still fill her with hatred, even as they bore into her with a new darkness. Their intensity and the piercing nature of the major's stare drives her backwards into the grimy wall behind her, his quietly commanding presence stifling in the cool winter air. Mentally, she tells herself it's the long leather overcoat that gives him this intimidating appearance, that his narrow figure underneath doesn't exude the same silent power, even though she can't help but wonder if it does.

The frigid azure of his eyes had been what Shosanna first took notice of when she met the Sturmbannführer Hellstrom, all those weeks ago when he'd called her down from the safety of her ladder. They had instantly made her uneasy, as disdainful of her as she is of him. "Mademoiselle Mimieux" he'd called her. Not Emmanuelle, as that idiot Zoller and his superior, the cruel Landa, had initially called her. The measure of detached respect, indifferent formality, had never left his tone when he spoke to her in the following weeks, something that only allowed her distaste for him to smoulder and grow. Neither had it left his blue eyes, Hellstrom's gaze almost always remaining impassive of her where others had instantly been overcome with that desire that so quickly comes to some men. It annoyed her that he could be so removed from the cruelty of his kind, that he could just ignore everything wrong with the people he served.

Somehow, that detachedness has now become the very opposite - a territorial coolness now resides in those icy depths.

Shosanna can smell the faint hint of cologne on Hellstrom's collar as he steps far past the boundaries of her personal, and then her intimate, space. It's sharp and biting, like him, not strong and overpowering, following the more subtle power he seems to exert. The light chemical reek of his hair gel also perpetuates the air around him, though it's far outplayed by the crisp, fresh smell of his uniform, which is pristine and meticulously pressed, as always. 

She keeps her gaze baleful, somewhat cautious but still portraying the usual dislike she makes sure to keep in every glance she sends his way. 

Ever since that first day, Hellstrom had appeared around the cinema multiple times, almost always on work duty. As Goebbels had eventually chosen her cinema as the venue for his latest detestable film, the security measures in place had to be inspected very often, to make sure nothing that needed attending to came up. Unfortunately, Colonel Landa had put Hellstrom to the job, meaning Shosanna has had to see the young major far more times than she'd like. He never spoke to her, not in French anyway. Any interrogative questions he had he'd ask in cruel, sinister-sounding English, never resorting to the language of the country he currently resides in; she'd often wondered if he could even speak it at all. This fact, on top of others, only increased her disgust of the man. Who is he to think he's above speaking the language of his current residence?

The major has always shown a certain hostility to Marcel (for obvious reasons, she knew, though would never understand), his lips turning into a scathing downturn any time he saw her lover with her. Annoyingly, however, Marcel had taken her close attention to the major's actions and whereabouts as a sign of attraction to the man, and so had grown increasingly absent. Shosanna had noticed Hellstrom watching an argument of theirs once, recently. It was the first time she saw his lips twitch into a smirk since that first meeting with Goebbels, when he'd given them all a sickly-sweet falsification of a smile. She had thought at the time that he simply enjoyed seeing her distressed.

That same gleam of sadistic amusement has crept into the frosty blue of his eyes now, his body crowding her against the wall even further. Glaring at him in badly concealed confusion and repulsion, Shosanna speaks for the first time since he found her in the alley behind the cinema.

"What do you want, Hellstrom? Why are you here?" She asks him in English, knowing her French is futile. She's long since stopped calling him major, unless around others.

Suddenly, those malicious lips twist into a horribly knowing leer. 

The expression is unnerving, catching Shosanna off-guard as he stares at her, the smirk not quite reaching his eyes yet. For a moment, she's convinced he's worked out her true identity.

"Emmanuelle, you and I both know what I want." She blinks as he speaks. 

So Major Dieter Hellstrom can, indeed, speak French. His voice is still as smooth and controlled as always, German accent only just biting at his fluid intonation, the sound somehow registering deep inside her.

Still, she regains her composure and lifts a single eyebrow.

"I don't believe I do." She replies haughtily.

Shock snaps through her as his large, pale hands suddenly slam into the wall beside her, caging her in. Eyes widening inadvertently, she looks up at him, fearful now, even as hatred courses through her. Another emotion brews inside her, but she tamps it down quickly; she cannot acknowledge that one, it's against all she stands for.

His breath, odourless and warm, blows lightly over her face as Hellstrom leans down close to her, the grin gone from his handsome face: yet another show of falsity.

"Don't play stupid." The major presses himself closer to her, body mere centimetres away from her as he lowers his head to her ear, "I want the same thing you do."

She struggles to keep her disgusted expression on her face as his hot breath ghosts over her ear, unable to stop herself from shuddering under his piercing gaze. 

Silently, she curses his observational skills, hating how perceptive he obviously is, yet another reason to despise him add-in itself to her long mental list. 

"What, you thought you could hide it? From your "lover"? Me? Yourself?" His tone is mocking, lips curling into a sneer again, "And here Landa said you were clever."

She wants to spit at him. Wants to spit and wipe that cruel smirk from his lips. But she can't bring herself to do so, so she settles for slapping him instead.

His pale skin colours slightly from where her hand has connected with his face, his face jerking to the side. As he slowly turns back to her, her blood goes cold. Those icy blue eyes are dark with fury now.

Quick as a flash, he has her chin in a harsh grip, fingers and thumb pressing hard into her flesh. Pulling her face close to him, he leans in, practically snarling as he speaks.

"Deny it all you want, Hure, but you know I'm right." Hellstrom growls to her, body rigid.

Quickly, he crushes his body against hers and smashes their lips together, holding her face in place as he kisses her, hard. It's with an almost bruising force that he presses her back into the wall, lips moving messily against hers, his free hand pinning her hands to the wall as she tries to fight him off. Disgust and rage fills her, until she finally realises something: a part of her is keeping her from making a real effort against this. If she really didn't want to kiss him, she'd fight back properly...but she's not…

The realisation makes her go slack in his grip, eyes wide. 

Hellstrom notices and pulls back, only enough to stare into her eyes, breathing heavily. Looking at him now, she feels herself battling inside, torn between two options. 

Finally, her primal urges win and a carnal strength takes over her. Shosanna leans in and kisses the major hard,arching his power as he kisses back, lips and teeth crashing together in a rough, messy mix, hands groping at each other, feeling over previously hostile bodies, which still remain wary of each other. The wall is hard and unforgiving behind her, and so is Hellstrom's body in front of her, his hips now pinning her in place as he kisses her, licking at her lips. Desire and want floods her system, stronger than she'd ever felt it, taking over her very sense, moans and sighs accompanying his grunts and groans as they move together roughly, tension building between them.

"Emmanuelle?" Marcel's voice interrupts her impassioned thoughts, drawing her from the violently pleasant sensations of the major, who pulls back abruptly. 

Separating, the two turn to look down the alley, towards the lone figure at the end, who looks rightfully downcast, shocked and horrified at what he's likely experienced.

Guilt floods Shosanna at the sight of him, but the cruel smirk that creeps onto Hellstrom's lips once more only stirs up a stronger need for the intoxicating man. She can only watch helplessly as he adjusts his clothes and strides down the alley towards Marcel, clearly giving him a knowing look as he passes, shooting Shosanna one last glance before he disappears. 

It's a glance that promises more.

[cruelsummer666]

[cuartoretorno]

Shosanna Dreyfus (alias Emmanuelle Mimieux) y su admirador El oficial Alemán  Frederick Zoller -  inglourious basterds 2009

[pedroam-bang]

Inglourious Basterds (2009)

[war-obsessed]

Blame - Chapter Two; Coffee

The Concept | Chapter Zero; The mistake | Chapter One; How it all begun

| Chapter Two; Coffee |

Song:

1941, occupied Paris, France

The next day, as per usual, she arrived at the little coffee shop at 1058, and decided to sit inside for today. At exactly 11 o'clock she ordered a coffee, as she looked out of the window. This was the best table, for sure. The best window view on the street. That's why she chose it. Perfect for just plain old simple looking. When the door rang, implying another person had entered, her head turned back towards the entrance, and there he was. That familiar soldier. "Is madame Beauchêne here?" She raised an eyebrow at him, as the person behind the counter pointed towards her. His eyes followed the finger, and landed on her. His face immediately seemed to brighten. "Ah, merci." He approached her table. "Hello mademoiselle. May I join you?" He spoke very politely, and the more she heard him speak and act, the more she felt like this one wasn't a bad one. "Take a seat, monsieur." She gently smiled at him, as she looked at the blank page of her notebook. "I found which column you wrote. You wrote about me yesterday." She nodded, with a smile on her face. "That is correct." "Why?" He gently tilted his head, while his eyes wore a look of question. "I had been sitting there for three and a half hour. Nothing had happened. But a new face, a new soldier- those are the things the people of Paris love to read about. They want to hear what's new and what's old. That's why I wrote about you." She lit a cigarette, and offered him one. He accepted it, and lit his one too. She took a deep inhale, and let out a long breath of smoke. He did the same, staring out of the window. She took this time to observe his face. He looked freshly shaved, he had little dimples when he smiled, and his brown hair was neatly done. He wore a German uniform, of course, and she wondered how he looked without it. How'd he look in normal clothes, in a normal life, during a normal time? Her mind wandered places she usually never wandered, as she took another puff from the cigarette. "I sit here often, even when I don't write the column. It's a nice spot, and the coffee's very nice." She wore a gentle smile on her face, as she turned her look back out the window. When he noticed she had moved her gaze away from his face, he turned his eyes towards her. He never really took in all of her features. Her face was flawless, not a single imperfection to be found upon sight. Her blonde hair framed her face beautifully, and rested a centimeter or ten below her shoulders. She had a slim and overall pretty turned up nose. Overall, she was beautiful, to say the least. He wasn't sure how he felt about her. She was very pretty, but that beauty seemed to go further than her looks. She seemed very friendly, and overall a nice person. But it might've just been that she was friendly, unlike many French inhabitants. Either way, he wanted to get to know her better, talk to her more, learn about all of her quirks and secrets. "What do you do for a living?" The question made her head turn towards him, as she slightly tilted her head. She took a moment to take in the question, and think of an answer. "I write. I also studied as a medic. I got the diploma but haven't done anything with it yet." That was a lie. " My parents used to own an hotel, but I sold it. I tried to run it, but I didn't even last a month." A gentle smile appeared on her face, as she thought back at the mess it had been. It surely was fun as long it lasted, but she couldn't keep up the quality like her parents did. She sold it for quite some money. "What happened to your parents?" Again, she couldn't compose an answer quickly. "I'm sorry if that's intrusive. If you don't want to answer it, you don't have to." She shook her head. "No, no, it's fine, monsieur. I was just taken aback a little." She gently smiled at him. "My father died in the first few weeks of the war. My mom died a few weeks after. It's supposedly of natural causes, but I believe it was a suicide." A silence rested. "I'm sorry." She shook her head. He noticed that that was definitely something she did often. "Don't be sorry, it's not your fault. It doesn't matter either way. They were always too busy with the hotel, so it's not like it made a lot of difference without them." She took a puff of the cigarette that she seemingly had forgotten about. "Sure, I miss them. But it's not like I saw them a lot more before." She painfully smiled. "And how about you?" Her eyes connected with his. "I mean- my life was never that interesting before the war. Got my mom, got my dad, that's it." He smiled at the thought of his parents at home. "I miss them sometimes, but we write letters." She smiled at the thought of his parents sending him letters about life at home, and for a moment she missed her parents. Though she quickly shook that thought away, not wanting to think about it. "Honestly, before the war started I had this boring column about life and no one really cared. This column really put me out there. Maybe I'll even publish a book sometime, you know?" She smiled gently, as she looked towards him. He took a puff from the cigarette, and smiled. "I bet you can." She smiled back. There was definitely some sort of connection going on between the two, but neither were sure what kind of. But they definitely both liked it a ton.

A friendly silence rested between the two, just sitting there, as she occasionally took a sip from her coffee. She didn't mind being silent. A silence could tell the most about somebody. What this told her about him, was that he could keep a silence too, and that he was very calm. He seemed very put together, but he looked like he could also be the biggest mess you'll ever meet. Something about him just made it that she wanted to learn more. She needed to know more about him. It was strange, really, because she usually didn't care that much about strangers, or people she didn't know. She mostly kept to herself, and if she didn't, she'd usually talk to monsieur Durand. She couldn't know for sure, but she just had this feeling that maybe, just maybe, she was going to be able to let her walls down and get out of her comfort zone.

The smell in the coffeeshop was home like, like freshly ground beans. She liked the smell, because it reminded her of the hotel and her youth. She put out the cigarette, looking at him. "So, why did you come here, looking for me?" His eyes turned towards her, and a troubled look formed on his face. A silence rested between the two, as he thought deeply. "Well, first off all, you wrote about me. That's a valid reason, I think." She chuckled. "And besides that, you're friendly. That's a change." She scoffed, with a playful smile on her face. "That's how they treat Germans around here." Her eyes moved back to the window, with that playful smile resting on her face. Something in him reminded her of life before the war. Home like, friendly, and overall just pleasant to be around. She missed talking to people, and he made her realize that. His company felt nice, just him being there. Her eyes fell on her watch. "I think I'm going to go home. I don't know if you've got anything to do right now, but you could join me." As soon as she said it, she wished she could be consumed by the ground. Stupid. She got up, turned away from him, and was about to leave. "Bold to assume we have anything to do around here." She turned back to him, and a chuckle left her mouth. "Alright." He got up too, ready to follow her.

He followed her through the streets of Paris like a little dog. She felt a lot less lonely with him following her. The sun shone gently, hitting both their faces. Their shoes made clicking sounds on the streets. There weren't a lot of people out, even though it was a beautiful day. It was the war that kept them inside, the fear of combat and gunshots. She had never been scared of war. It wouldn't keep her inside, locked away in fear. Instead, she liked to go out more, talk to soldiers, the civilians, hear opinions. She turned to him, and saw him looking around. "You've never been here?" "No, we don't come around here. The only reason for us to be here is to search houses." She had to suppress a sigh. She hated that he was a German. But a nationality didn't make the man.

When they arrived at her home, she unlocked the door, and entered. "Welcome in my humble home." She smiled at him, as he looked around the little hallway. "Make yourself at home." He continued through the hallway, as she closed the door, and her eyes fell on the envelopes. "Merde." She quickly hid them in a drawer, and followed him. "It's not big, but it's good enough for me." That was a lie. In fact, her house was a lot bigger than she implied. Behind the bookcase in her bedroom, a whole living space was hidden. It wasn't visible from the outside. It would be impossible to see that it existed, from both the outside and the inside, unless you moved the bookcase aside. She had hidden a lot of allies in there since the beginning of the war. She had taken care of their wounds. She wasn't a medic for nothing, of course. Right now, there wasn't anyone there. She wouldn't have invited him if there was. He sat down on her couch, taking in the room. "I'm going to start writing in a few. Can I offer you a drink?" He smiled. "Water will do." So she got both him and herself a glass of water, and then sat down behind the desk across the couch. The sunlight gently hit the desk, and shone through the big windows, lighting up the room with a gentle yellow glow. She sat there for a moment, her fingers gently resting on the typewriter. Then, she started typing, the paper filling up with letters and words. Somewhere during her writing, he had laid down on the couch, listening to the sounds of the typewriter, and occasionally a louder breath of hers. Her place was cozy, very homelike. But still unique, and for as far he knew her, it fitted her. She had some plants across the living room, simple and local plants, and one cactus. When he was sure he saw everything in the room that there was to be seen, his look averted back to her. She finished her French part a bit later, and turned towards him. "I see you're making yourself at home." She smiled at him, and he smiled back. "Well, you did tell me to make myself at home." She chuckled at him. "Touché." She smiled, as she drank some water, and lit a cigarette. She took a puff, before putting it down in the ash tray besides the typewriter. She continued to type, now working on the German bit. She took an occasional glance at the French part, and in between took puffs from the cigarette, the smoke gracefully leaving her mouth. He just looked at her, taking in every thing about her back that there was to be seen. He liked looking at her like this. Reminded him of home. How his parents would spend hours typing away at their typewriters. But she was different. She was a lot more cozy and gentle. She surely was something different in the war. He didn't want to be sent out to fight again. He wished he could stay with this wonderful woman he had met yesterday, no matter how crazy it sounded.

Because God, something about her made him want to know more.

[theitalianmoviegoer]

Inglorious Basterds, 2009

[claratompson]

Breakfast

Major Hellstrom, clasping his hands behind his back, stepped out of the car. His eyes were hidden under the visor of a black cap. He looked up at a young girl with blond hair standing on the stairs. At first she didn't make an impression on him.

"Emmanuel Mimieux?"

"Yes?"

"Is this your cinema?"

"Yes that's right."

"Tell her to get in the car." - he said to the soldier-driver. Opening the car door, the soldier invited the girl to get in. Emmanuelle swallowed her stubbornness and went down the stairs. As she walked towards the men. A warm wind blew, straightening her blond hair and the hem of her dark blue dress. All this seemed charming to the Sturmbannführer. Approaching her and taking off cap, he introduced himself:

"Sturmbannführer Dieter Hellstrom. Enchanted, mademoiselle." - taking her hand, leaving a kiss. "Hello." - She answered with a shadow of confusion, removing the hand from the major’s grip and getting into the car. During the trip, Emmanuelle looked out the car window, suppressing feelings of fear and anxiety. “How long have you lived in Paris, Mademoiselle Mimieux?”

"Almost two years."

"Do you like it here?"

"Quite." - she answered timidly.

"How did such a young and beautiful girl become the owner cinema?"

“I got the cinema from my aunt Ada Mimieux.”

"And where is she now?"

"She died more than six months ago from fever."

"I condolences." - having built up regret on face, he said.

"How did you meet private Zoller?"

"This happened a week ago, I just I just hung the letters on the counter, when Zoller came up to say hello and ask me for documents."

"Is this the whole dating story?"

"Nothing special."

"But you are special." With he said with unfeigned honesty. The girl looked at him with a puzzled look and immediately looked away without saying anything more.

“I wanted to ask something else. Would you…” - at that moment they arrived at the restaurant and his sentence was interrupted by Zoller, who unceremoniously opened the car door from the girl’s side.

"Oh, Emmanuel! How glad I am that you agreed to come!" (“Did I? However.” - ironically the girl noticed.") Giving the girl his hand, the private helped her out of the car. “You look beautiful.”

"Yes, thank you." - answered evasively

she. The private put his arm around her shoulder, causing she wanted to take him and hit him something hard on the head.

"Come with me, Emmanuel."

Sturmbannführer walked behind them, holding his cap in his right hand. Zoller irritated him to the core. The major could not stand upstarts, which is what the private was. As they approached the table where Dr. Joseph Goebbels and his mistress and translator Francesca Mondino were sitting.

The major watched the young cinema owner.

Dieter noticed how her hands were shaking during Goebbels' interrogation about her cinema.

"These long and neat fingers, sharp and delicate wrists... so..I want to touch her." -

the major noted thoughtfully to himself. Outwardly, the girl looked pale and tired, as if she would faint.

(“Something doesn’t feel good, my head hurts terribly... as if it’s about to explode.”) - closing her eyes from the throbbing pain, Emmanuelle stood up from the table: “Please excuse me.” - and hurriedly headed towards the exit of the restaurant.

The private stood up from the table: “Emmanuel..” but Hellstrom stopped him: “I’ll go get her myself.”

Coming out into the street, the fresh air and drizzle coming from the rain that had begun penetrated the girl’s lungs. She leaned her back against a tree that stood in the courtyard of the restaurant. Covering her face with her hands, she did not immediately notice Major Helstrom approaching her. "Emmanuel, are you okay?"

Out of surprise, the girl was slightly frightened by the presence of the major: “I... no. I just had a headache. I needed fresh air.”

“Me too. In the presence of this whole company, it becomes stuffy and dull, I must admit,” he noted. This phrase made the girl laugh a little. The man came indecently close to her. Emmanuelle looked at him as if she was peering into his soul: “Major Helstrom, you can go. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” Dieter seemed to be hypnotized by her: “What if you faint? How can I leave you here alone like this? Even though I'm an officer, but first of all I am a gentleman and I must make sure that everything is fine with you." "Then, Hellstrom, may I ask you for a favor?"

"Of course." he answered curiously.

“Please, I can’t stand it anymore. I have a terrible headache. Take me home. I beg you. I don’t want to be there anymore,” she begged with a pitiful look. Dieter patted her on the shoulder: “Of course, I will do it for you. Get in the car.”

“Only I need to tell Zoller about this, he won’t just leave it alone.”

“Oh no, leave it to me Emmanuelle. I will relieve you of these worries. Get in the car, in a couple of minutes I will take you home.”

"Thank you." - she said, looking at him gratefully.

Sturmbannführer approached to Private Zoller, turning to Goebbels: "I will excommunicate our hero for a few minutes."

"Of course."

Moving to the side away from the table, Zoller asked excitedly, “What is it? Where is Emmanuel?”

Dieter: "She's not feeling well, so I'll take her home." "Really? It's sad to hear. After all, there are so many questions that Goebbels wanted to ask her."

Dieter: “Are you kidding me? She almost faints, and you’re worried about questions?” - he asked with open irritation.

Zoller: "Yes, you're right. I want to say goodbye to her."

Dieter: “Don’t, Frederick. She’s very tired. I’ll take her home, and you finish here.” - the major answered insistently.

>>>

Returning to the car, the major sat in the back seat next to the girl. The major wanted to ask Emmanuelle where she lived, but noticing that the girl had fallen asleep, he ordered the driver to take them to his house. You stop at the house, Dieter decided not to wake the girl, got out of the car and, opening the door on her side, He slowly pulled her out of the car and picked her up. The driver helped him open the door to his home and then left. The man carefully laid her on the bed. He took off her shoes and covered her with a blanket.

>>>>

Morning has come. The rays of the autumn sun slipped through the curtains of the room, falling on the girl’s face, from which she began to wake up. Sitting down on the bed, she realized that she was in someone else's apartment. Remembering the events of last night, Emmanuelle felt uneasy. “How could I fall asleep so stupidly? Especially in the car of a Gestapo major. You couldn’t imagine anything worse.” - she thought.

At that moment, Hellstrom came into the room with two cups of aromatic coffee, smiling joyfully, he asked: “Mademoiselle, I’m glad that you are already awake. How are you feeling? Yesterday it seemed to me that you weren't feeling well."

Emmanuel: "Yes, that's true, but now I feel much better, thank you, Hellstrom."

The man came closer and handed her coffee: "I think the coffee wouldn't hurt you. And please call me Dieter."

Emmanuel: "Thank you, you are very kind, despite how unceremoniously I fell asleep in your car."

Dieter: “No, that’s not so. I couldn’t neglect your condition. You were so tired and I wanted to help you somehow. Therefore, there can be no question of unceremoniousness on your part.”

After drinking coffee, Emmanuelle began to get out of bed: “Thank you for everything, Dieter. I have to go, I’ve already wasted too much of your time.”

The major came closer and grabbed her by the shoulders: “Don’t say that. For you, my time is limitless. Moreover, I won’t let you go until I feed you breakfast.”

Emmanuel: "I wouldn't want to cause you unnecessary inconvenience."

Dieter smiled, objecting:" Not a word about inconvenience. I insist.”

Emmanuel: “I take it that it would be dangerous to object to you?”

The man grinned and replied: "Only if it forces you to give me time at breakfast."

Emmanuel: "As you wish."

Should I continue?