#donny donowitz one shot

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Still Awake | Donny Donowitz x m!reader

anonymous asked: Donny with I'm just gonna bash your fucking brain in ( really just this scene...)

summary: Donny knows you all too well for your own good.

tws: war mentions, swearing

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The stars outside gleamed a silver smile along with a laughing moon while the winds whistled a fine old tune; a tune that had been heard by every ancestor, yet had been drowned out by the sounds of gunfire, mortars, shelling, tanks, and death. Hurricanes and blizzards, no storm could be heard over the raging melody of death and destruction.

Yet, within the tunnel, a bear slept soundly beside the man he loved.

His arm thrown over his man, Donny was snoring softly, the soft breaths warm against the back of your cold neck; his leather jacket draped over you, and one of Wicki's thicker jackets beneath it, yet you were still so cold.

The broken tunnels did very little in terms of warmth, cold droplets of semi solid water trickling between the cracked stones; Donny didn't seem to notice as he slept in his vest, his trousers pulled down to his ankles after he complained that he was too warm, his baseball bat right in front of you.

Some of the names had become smudged, yet still legible and still readable; every name a different story.

Every name a different loved one who should have been safe. A loved one who should be alive. You looked away, not wanting to be reminded of what would be waiting for you if they were to capture you; you knew all too well, but you had to keep fighting. You couldn't give up, couldn't let them kill more people as the hours went on; it was like Aldo said - the only good Nazi is a fucking dead Nazi.

The best thing any of you could do for anyone was to kill every single one of those fuckers, the more painful the death, the better.

Make them pay.

Make them regret every word, every action.

Make sure they could never hurt anyone again.

Make them rue the day they ever put that fucking uniform on; some of them lied, said they were only following orders and didn't actually believe in what they were doing, but they were fucking liars.

The lot of them, every little fucker who so much as nodded along to speeches, deserved to die.

Donny tried to pull you closer, a grumble coming from the back of his throat as he realised that he couldn't, and he sighed as he dared to open one eye; gently, he tapped your stomach with his rough fingers, and moved to sit up.

Looking down at you, he frowned. "You're still awake?"

You nodded, moving onto your back as you sighed, shivers running through your body as you missed his warmth. "Too cold to sleep."

He tutted, daring to straddle your waist for a moment before he gently lowered his body onto yours, trying not to laugh when he felt you chuckle at the sudden contacts. "This any better?"

"You becoming a blanket?" You teased, daring to bring a hand up to card through his hair as he rested his head on your chest. His dark black hair was somehow still soft, like it had been washed just that morning, even if you knew that he had not gotten the chance to wash it for weeks.

Then again, neither did you. It was difficult to find bodies of water that were big enough to bathe in, even more difficult to come by certain basics like towels, spare clothes, soap; everything was hard to find and to come by when you weren't even allowed to be in contact with other allied regiments unless it was an emergency.

Basterds were on their own, and that meant no rations, which meant that everything you could find, you had to salvage however much you could; you would have killed for a bar of soap. You couldn't blame Donny for smelling a bit, given the circumstances, and you were certain that you did as well; but his hair was still so soft, you wondered if he secretly had a bar of soap to himself that he wasn't sharing.

Probably not.

His stubble was getting thicker by the day, it would only be a few weeks until he had a proper beard; you could remember the days when he would despise himself for not shaving every day. Those days were long gone; now, even being able to trim facial hair was a fucking luxury and a half. As much as you knew you were doing the right thing by killing every Nazi you could find, you did wonder if the other allied regiments were better off; they were given rations, they had places to wash.

"You're doing it again," Donny murmured.

"What?"

"You're doing that thing where you wonder if the other guys are better off," he mumbled against your skin, "y'know, that thing where you think that maybe you'd be better off under some fuckin' McAuliffe cunt's command."

"You really know me that well?" You asked, tugging at his hair gently to force him to look at you.

Donny smiled as he nodded, raising his brows slightly. "Course I do... gonna make you my husband one day, I'd like to think I fuckin' know you as much as I do myself."

"Fair point," you hummed, letting go of his hair so that you could put your arms behind your head. "You really think we're gonna live that long, though?"

He didn't want to say it, didn't want to admit that he really wasn't sure if he thought about it for more than a few moments; but he also knew that if he didn't say it, then you would be worse off. He couldn't have that.

"Yeah, of fuckin' course I do! Anyone who tells me otherwise, I'll tell them straight: I'm gonna bash your fucking brains in."

"What if I tell you otherwise?"

"You won't," he glared at you with big brown eyes as he shook his head.

You licked your lips as you swallowed thickly. "What if I do?"

"Then," he moved up, straddling your waist again as he planted his hands on the cold stones either side of your head, a smile coming to his face. "I guess I'm gonna have to fuckin' kiss you til you think differently."

As he looked at you, he couldn't help but to smile; he could remember you being so small that people had to carry you. He used to be so small that he couldn't kick a football when he was younger. He couldn't remember you both getting so much older; you had become so handsome. He got so tall. Wasn't it just yesterday that you were playing in the street outside his father's barbershop?

So many years together, one season following the next like it was nothing; everything you had done together growing up, had brought you both here. He still loved you as much as he did when you were both small; he still loved you as much as he did when you were stupid children. So natural a fit, it was no shock that, if you were to make it out of the war alive, there would be a canopy to stand beneath just around the corner.

"I love you," he breathed out.

"I know," you mumbled, gently cupping his cheek. "I don't wanna lose you."

Leaning into your touch, Donny shook his head. "I don't wanna lose you, either."

"Tell me we're gonna make it out alive. Tell me it's all gonna be alright."

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My AO3!

Hey, I'm Pussssycat on ao3!

I mostly write Inglourious Basterds fics but also write Fury (2014) too and will likely write about anything I become interested in. The Inglourious Basterds characters I will write about are Aldo, Donny, Hugo, Wicki & the rest of the Basterds as well as Shoshanna and Marcel, and to a lesser degree Bridget and Hicox. I don't really do a lot of shipping, my works are usually character-centric drabbles that try and explore the characters I'm interested in. I won't write for any not mentioned there really. You can drop suggestions in my ask but there's no guarantee I'll get to your idea, but based on my mood I might run with it!

Inglourious Basterds:

Clean: Aldo sets the razor down and brings his hand to his face. A calloused finger brushes against his newly smooth hard jaw. He hums in satisfaction. His first shave in a month. He has yet to scour underneath his dirty fingernails with his nailbrush, nor has he scrubbed his scarred chest with the scavenged lavender soap. But he's washed his face and he's shaved. It's a start. Negotiation: "Early evening sunlight cast blocks of amber on peeling wallpaper through the mansion’s faded whitewashed window frames. Donowitz sat bathing in its light, scouring his bat with a distressed looking toothbrush. Its matted, now reddish-brownish bristles made contact with the increasingly less reddish-brownish wood. His nose, pink from the January cold, was scrunched in concentration as he stubbornly scrubbed at the equally stubborn pieces of dried corpse on the bat’s once shiny surface. Aldo was watching this, absentmindedly fiddling with one of his shirt buttons that was threatening to fall loose from the cotton thread it hung on and chewing a slice of slightly stale bread."

Red Wine: "Thick tendrils of smoke rose from the art deco ash tray that sat on the bedside table. The only light in the room came from the dim standing lamp planted in the corner next to the bed under a blood red rug. Shoshanna was laid with her hand on Marcel’s chest, her head on the plush pillow next to him. She tapped her fingers against his skin, his chest rising and falling as he dozed. "

Norwegian Wood: (60s!AU): 'The soft fleece lining of Donny’s jacket was tickling at his neck as he stood alone at the bar and fiddled with the loose cash in his hand, waiting for the bartender to come up with his rum and coke and Uti’s jack and coke. He chewed at the skin on his bottom lip and tapped the fingers of his free hand on the bar’s slightly sticky surface. As soon as he saw the bartender pushing his drinks towards him he quickly slammed his loose change down on the counter and shot his newly free hand out to grab the cold, condensation covered glass, nodding a thankyou.'

Fury:

Hypothetical: ""So, you're tied up, limb by limb, to 4 herds of big fuck-off-horses-" Gordo was hunched in his post in the Fury, searching his pockets for cigarettes as he posed the hypothetical. "I told ya I don't fucken' know what you mean. What the fuck are you talkin' about fucken' limb by limb?" Grady butted in, he never liked hypotheticals. At least not ones like this. He brought a hand to his scalp and scratched."

[kamelpferd]

MASTERLIST

For now only on Wattpad ... I know not the best plattform for fanfictions (One Shots) but it feels like home to me for some reason, so like... yeah.

I mainly write One Shots (if I have time) and barely bigger projects but I have one for now. (July 28th 22) It is not finished yet and not fully rewritten and reread but... yeah. Idk what to say. It is about the Magnificent 7 from 2016, so probably not a lot of peoples cup of tea.

ANYWAYS, here is the masterlistof all of my finished One Shots, kind of a shortcut, so you don't have to scroll through my whole Wattpad account.

Bon Scott

• Keep Watching - Bon Scott x Angus Young x Reader

Angus Young

• Keep Watching - Bon Scott x Angus Young x Reader

Brian May

• Touch Me Gently - Roger Taylor x Brian May

Roger Taylor

• Touch Me Gently - Roger Taylor x Brian May

• The One Bed Trope - Roger Taylor x Reader

Meeks

• Study Dates - Meeks x Reader

• Holy Trinity - Meeks x Pitts x Reader

Pitts

• Holy Trinity - Meeks x Pitts x Reader

Porthos

• One For Me And Just For Me - Porthos x Reader

Captain Hook

• Headcanons - James Hook x Reader

Doc Holliday

• It's Never Not Painful - Doc Holliday x Reader

John Ruth

• The Hangman - John Ruth x Reader

Dr. King Schultz

• His Name Was King - Dr. King Schultz x Reader

• A Work Of Art - Dr. King Schultz x Reader

Goodnight Robicheaux

• NSFW Alphabet

Donny Donowitz

• What Are You Thinking About - Donny Donowitz x Reader

Captain Boomerang

• Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap - Captain Boomerang x Reader

• Pink Fluffy Unicorn - Captain Boomerang x Reader

• The One Where I Fucked My Friend - Captain Boomerang x Reader

Ed Kemper

• Sympathy For The Devil - Ed Kemper x Reader

• Ed Kemper's Childhood Friend - Ed Kemper x Reader

John Munch

• I Think We're Alone Now - John Munch x Reader

Billy Hargrove

• Every Rose Has Its Thorn - Billy Hargrove x Reader

• Bed Of Roses - Billy Hargrove x Reader

This Masterlist is fully updated as I try to add every fanfiction as soon as I post it on Wattpad! English is not my first language, so please don't hurt me. I am trying my best.

I would have added more pictures and or gifs to my masterlist, but there is this annoying 10 picture limit on tumblr 😭 so I can't.

You need to know about me, that I LOVE pictures and gifs and shit, and I will throw as many of them into any type of media I post as I can! They make me happy, and it saddens me that I have a limit here, but oh well what can I do. (Do I sound like a child? Because in my head the shit I just wrote sounded really childish??? help???)

I have like 20 unfinished works in my inbox, but I have like 0 time to write bc. I am like failing at life rn, and I gotta get that under control, so be patient please. (As if anyone even reads my shit 😭 why am I acting like a celebrity, and why am I so... cringe???)

Shoot me please.

Anyways, here is my linktree.

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Run to you...

For the sweet @strudelcreme​ 💌

Hope you’ll enjoy the story!

I wanna run to you. I wanna run to you. Won't you hold me in your arms, And keep me safe from harm? I want to run to you.  But if I come to you, Tell me, will you stay or will you run away?

Whitney Houston - Run to you

Donny was driving towards Maynardville, Tennessee. It was a long way from Boston but well worth the trip. After all, it had been a while since he had seen his comrades since the end of the war.

Lieutenant Raine's birthday was the perfect occasion to get together. Sergeant Donowitz found himself smiling as he imagined the whole gang having a good meal together, laughing and reminiscing about memorable times in France...

They were all going to have a good time... Well, almost all of them.

At this thought, Donny felt his eyes start to sting. One person was going to be missing. And that person would never come back, taking Donny's heart with them. And yet, God knows if he didn't love her more than his own life...

Flashback:

For the Basterds, this day was starting out strong. No sooner had they started their journey to Orleans than they came face to face with a German patrol. Even if they get caught in the crossfire, Aldo Raine's commando has returned fire quickly. Hiding behind a tree, Donny aimed at the German soldiers' heads, trying to shoot the enemy down with each shot. But he was not alone in this battle!

"Осторожно, гризли!" (Watch out, grizzly)

Hearing the female voice utter this nickname, Sergeant Donowitz grinned in amusement. (Y/N) was the only one who called him that, and he liked it.

"I've got it under control, little stoat!"

The young woman laughed and put a bullet through the eye of a German soldier who was holding Omar at gunpoint.

Of all the Basterds, (Y/N) (L/N) was undoubtedly the best shot. She was a member of the Russian snipers, one of the best units in the world. 

So when she paired up with Whillem, Hitler's soldiers had no chance of getting away.

What's more, she was the only woman in the group, which earned her the special attention of the men, especially Donny.

The chemistry between the Boston giant and the Moscow soldier was immediate. As soon as one went somewhere, the other followed immediately. This did not escape the attention of the other members of the group who compared them to a married couple.

Of course, both denied being in love... although Donny was flattered by the idea of being (Y/N's) "husband".

After several minutes of shooting, the Basterds won another victory and went off to scalp the corpses of their enemies.

As (Y/N) counted the scalps collected, Donny went to her:

"I see ya still have a keen eye."

"It's not for nothing that I'm the best!" joked the young Russian.

"I can see that..."

"Have you finished cooing?" said Hirschberg, making the others laugh.

"Shut up, midget!"

"Take it easy, boys!"

Donny had a mad urge to slap Gerold, but (Y/N's) hand on his shoulder calmed him down at once.

"Let it go. We'll mess with Geri later!"

"Any ideas by any chance, doll?"

The young woman's broad smile spoke volumes.

"Trust me. You won't regret it!"

Seeing that bright smile again, Donny bit his lip to keep from cracking. Every memory of (Y/N) hurt more than getting shot. Why did he have to imagine living with her? What did he think? That she would abandon her beloved Russia for him? Did he really imagine that peace would make everything possible? The Bostonian was angry at himself for being so naive. But could he imagine for a moment that life would play such a cruel trick on him?

Flashback:

A joyous bustle had filled the streets of Paris. Ever since Nazi Germany had announced its surrender, the French people had gathered to dance, sing, celebrate and meet with friends, all accompanied by music and fireworks.

Amid this whirlwind, the Basterds enjoyed their last night in France before leaving for the United States the next day.

All this euphoria was making Donny ecstatic. He looked forward to this day to celebrate with his comrades, who had become his friends. But most of all, the Bostonian man wanted to share this moment with his dear Russian lady. Turning his head slightly, he saw her sitting at a table, dressed in a pretty floral dress, laughing with Bridget Von Hammersmark.

At this moment, Donowitz knew he loved (Y/N), and this feeling was far beyond friendship.

He was roused from his reverie by Aldo's booming voice:

"C’mon, everybody to bed! We have a long journey ahead of us tomorrow!"

"Already? I wish I could have stayed a while!" protested Kagan.

"I think you've had enough to drink for tonight!" Hugo pointed out.

They all headed for their hotel rooms, wishing each other a good night.

Just as (Y/N) was about to enter his room, Donny grabbed her by the wrist.

"(Y/N), wait!"

The young woman turned to Donowitz and asked:

"Yes, Donny?"

At that moment, Donny felt ready. This time he was going to tell her how he felt about her. But the words wouldn't leave his mouth as if he were muzzled. 

A little sheepishly, he let go and stammered:

"Nothing, don't worry. I forgot what I wanted to tell ya."

"You're a real airhead!"

"I know, that's what my mama tells me every time. Oh, never mind! I'll tell ya tomorrow!"

He asked hesitantly:

"Ya... Ya'll be here tomorrow, won't ya?"

(Y/N) smiled at him, with that smile that made him melt every time.

"Yes, I will, my grizzly! I'm not running away!"

"It's not funny!" 

"Russian humour."

She stood on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on the Bostonian's cheek.

"Спокойной ночи, Донни." (Good night, Donny)

"Good night." replied the Jewish Bear, a little surprised.

(Y/N) entered her room and closed the door behind her, leaving Donowitz a little confused but happy. 

When Donny lay down in his bed, he fell asleep with a blissful smile. He could already see himself taking (Y/N) with him to Boston, introducing her to his parents, marrying her, having a family with her... The future seemed so much brighter when the war disappeared...

Donny slammed on the brakes and got out of his car to get some fresh air. All these memories had awakened something painful inside him. Every breath he took burned his lungs. In his distress, he looked around and saw that the place where he had stopped was deserted. Then, at that moment, he let the tears flow. He began to sob, crying out his pain as he mourned his dreams.

He cursed that day after the party when he had found that damn letter at the foot of his door... The letter...

Digging into his jacket pocket, he took out a slightly crumpled sheet of paper which he reread, despite his grief.

Donny,

By the time you read this letter, I'll already be gone. 

Don't waste your time looking for me, I'll already be too far away.

I won't come with you to America: that's the way it is.

I want you to know that it has been a joy and happiness to have known you, and I wish you the best for the rest of your life.

Я тебя люблю.

(Y/N) (L/N)

Donny felt bad: why had she done this? Why had she disappeared without saying goodbye? He was not the only one to have had this reaction: the other Basterds, Hicox and Von Hammersmark were equally shocked by the young woman's hasty departure.

Of course, Aldo had phoned his superiors to find out what was going on. The only answer he received was that Officer (L/N) had been called back to Russia.

Annoyed by this terse response, Aldo demanded to know why (Y/N) could not go to the US with them. The general's answer was clear:

"Things have changed, Lieutenant Raine: the Russians are no longer our allies. And anyway, you couldn't get attached to her..."

This had upset Donny beyond belief, but the damage was already done. He would never see her again.

The others sympathized with his grief, even if they didn't know how bad it was.

Gradually regaining his composure, Donowitz wiped away his tears and set off for Maynardville.

The rest of the journey was quick, and he arrived at Lieutenant Raine's house. No sooner had he stepped out of the car than Wicki and Hugo arrived at the same time.

"Hi, guys!"

"Hi, Donny! Good to see you!" smiled Wilhelm while Hugo shook his hand.

Then the three men entered the house, greeted by the rest of the team.

"Hi, guys! Good to see you!" smiled Smithson as he finished setting the table.

"Hi, Smitty!"

Bridget, elegantly dressed, went to greet them.

"I'm glad to see you: it's been so long! Did you have a good trip?"

"Yes, it went well."

At the same time, Aldo entered, welcoming his guests with open arms.

"Here ya are at last! I thought ya were never going to come!"

"We couldn't miss the boss's birthday!" smiled Hugo.

"And ya're right. Come on, it's time to eat!"

Everyone sat down at the table and began to enjoy the birthday dinner ordered by Bridget and Archie.

The evening went wonderfully well, with laughter and memorable anecdotes, such as the one Archie told about an unfortunate encounter at a social dinner.

"And there, that pretentious Lord Darmouth said to me: 

"You, Mr Hicox, fought for money while I fought for the honour!" 

With these words, I answer him: 

"Sir, know that one always fights for what one does not have!" 

I assure you that after that, he didn't say a single word all evening!"

"Nice one, Archie! I'd have liked to have seen that smug bastard's face!" laughed Simon.

"Yeah, but it'll never compare to the look on that bastard Landa's face when the Lieutenant told him he was going to leave him a souvenir!" sneered Kagan, who was sipping his drink.

"Now that was memorable!" smiled Hirschberg.

At the same time, Aldo stood up and took his drink.

"Guys, before we get to dessert, I wanna take this moment to thank ya. It's been two years since the war ended, and I'm damn lucky to have all of ya here, in my house, to celebrate my birthday..."

"Almost all of us..." muttered Omar, but his remark did not go unnoticed.

Immediately, everyone looked sad as they thought of the absent one.

"Yes, that's right, Omar: almost all of you. I don't hide from ya that it makes me sad not to see our favourite Russian gal with us. But I know she wouldn't have wanted to see us in this state, so if we want to be worthy of her, we'll have to stop moping..."

Donny listened to this, trying to hide his pain: he wondered if he had done the right thing coming here...

Suddenly they heard the front door open and footsteps coming down the corridor.

"Were you expecting someone, Lieutenant?" asked Hicox.

"Nah, and I hope it's not a nasty surprise," Raine grumbled and reached for his gun.

To everyone's surprise, a female voice they hadn't heard in a long time began to sing:

С Днем рожденья тебя. (Happy birthday to you)

С Днем рожденья тебя. (Happy birthday to you)

С днем рождения тебя, дорогой Альдо.(Happy birthday to you, dear Aldo!)

С Днем рожденья тебя. (Happy birthday to you)

And (Y/N) appeared in the room, dressed in a charming gown and holding a package in her arms.

There was a silence before Bridget hurriedly rose from her chair and rushed to the young woman to hug her.

"(Y/N) darling! God, I thought I'd never see you again!"

"I missed you too, Bridget!"

"(Y/N)! (Y/N) IS HERE!" cried Omar and Smithson, who in turn rushed to embrace their Russian friend.

These reactions woke the other Basterds from their torpor, and shouts of joy filled Aldo's house.

"(Y/N)! I missed you too much!" cried Hirschberg, who could hardly contain his emotion.

"We all missed you!" smiled Wicki.

As for Hugo, he took the young woman in his arms and kissed her on the cheek before saying:

"It wasn't the same without you!"

(Y/N) smiled: it was good to see them all again! Then her eyes met Donny's.

The Bostonian couldn't believe it. Two hours earlier, he was crying about his destroyed dreams in France! And now the woman he loved had magically reappeared!

Approaching him, the young woman whispered:

"Donny..."

This seemed to wake him up, and he took the young woman in his arms without saying anything.

There was silence again before Donny whispered:

"Dear God, please don't let me be dreaming. If I am, please don't wake me up!"

He felt (Y/N's) hand caress his cheek, and he met the Russian girl's eyes again.

"I'm right here, Donny. You're not dreaming!"

In the Jewish Bear's head, there was a storm of questions. He stammered with anger:

"But how did ya get here? Why did ya leave without saying goodbye? Why did ya leave me? WHY?"

The young woman gasped: Donny had never been angry with her before! But at the same time, she had expected it!

"Donny, take it easy! Give her time to answer!" calmed Archie.

The British officer turned to the young woman:

"But I agree that Sergeant Donowitz is asking good questions, my dear. Since your sudden departure two years ago, we've all been wondering what happened to you. And we'd like to know what really happened that famous night!"

(Y/N) sat down at the table, followed by the other Basterds. Taking a deep breath, she explained:

"The night before you left for the United States, just after saying goodnight to Donny, I had the unpleasant surprise to discover an NKVD agent waiting for me in my room. It was Agent Fedorov, the intermediary between me and my superiors. I can still see him sitting in the armchair, staring at me with his black eyes. Black as death."

"What happened?"

"He told me that my superiors had ordered me to return to Russia, that the Americans were now our enemies. He added that I was to leave before dawn, without looking back..."

(Y/N) bit her lip, holding back tears.

"I told him that I couldn't leave you like that, that you were my friends. He coldly replied that I was a little fool discussing orders. If I was reluctant at letting you down, he would get rid of the problem. In other words, he would have killed you!"

"I would have liked to have seen that!" replied Hirschberg.

"It's obvious you don't know the NKVD agents, Geri. They have nothing to do with Nazi spies! If they have been ordered to kill someone, they will do it and take great pleasure in it! They are real killing machines that you better never encounter!"

"And so you went with him... to save our lives?" asked Wicki.

"Yes, that's right. I was only allowed to write you a letter to say goodbye. And an hour before dawn, we were on our way to Moscow. I found it hard not to cry during the journey: I thought you would hate me and never want to hear from me again!"

"Huh? But we would never have hated you!" exclaimed Smithson.

"Nobody would have hated her, Smitty. But let her talk, will you?" gently asked Bridget.

"And what happened once you got to Russia?" asked Aldo.

"I was awarded the Order of the Red Star and named a war hero. My life was quiet for a year until I ran into Agent Fedorov again. He was waiting for me in the small flat I had in Moscow."

"What did he want with you now?"

"He had come to see me tell me that the Kremlin was in a panic: apparently, Stalin had got wind of a plot against him. And that the conspirators were all war heroes, including me! He ordered me to get my things and follow him. He took me to a car a little further on."  

"And then?" asked Michael.

"Once there, he gave me an envelope with false papers and told me that he planned to evacuate me to the United States via France. When I asked him why he was doing all this to save my life, he simply replied:

"Don't ask too many questions, little stoat. Your life is now in the United States. Take care of yourself!"

After that, I got in the car and went to the airport. I flew to Paris and stayed for a while with Shoshanna and Marcel, who took me in very nicely!"

"We haven't seen those two for a while! We'll have to go and visit them... Go on, (Y/N)!"

"I stayed with them for a month before CIA agents came to take me to the United States. And I arrived in New York! Now, here I am!"

"Well, what an adventure!" muttered Andy.

"And how did ya know it was my birthday?" asked Aldo.

"I just asked the baker, Mrs Robinson."

"What a chatterbox, that woman!" grumbled Lieutenant Raine before declaring:

"Anyway, it's good to see ya again! Ya have no idea how much we missed ya!"

"So am I." the young woman replied with a small smile.

She turned to Donny and said:

"I know that by leaving like a thief, I was going to hurt your feelings. But I owe you an apology, Donny. I've hurt you, and I've felt bad about it all this time. I'll understand if you won't forgive me..."

As the Bostonian stood silent, (Y/N) bitterly regretted coming there. She had hoped Donny would forgive her but realized that the wound was too big.

"Maybe it wasn't a good idea to come here..."

Suddenly Donny leapt from his chair and grabbed her hand.

"Don't go, please! Stay!"

"Why? I beg your pardon, and all I get is your silence! What am I supposed to understand?"

Catching his breath, Donny replied:

"All this time, I've been wondering what has become of ya. I imagined the worst, that the Germans had murdered ya, or whatever. I had no hope of seeing ya again... and here ya are again! It took me time to digest everything that happened. Now I know that ya left us because ya had no choice. Ya left to save us, and for that, I am eternally grateful!"

The young woman felt a little relieved to hear Donny tell her that he wasn't angry with her. But he wasn't done...

"If ya still want to go back to New York, I'd understand. But first, I'd like ya to help me..."

He took out of his pocket the letter she left two years ago.

The latter could not believe it:

"You... You've kept it all this time?"

"I couldn't throw it away: it was the only thing I had of ya . And then there's this sentence at the end that I didn't understand..."

"Which one?"

He showed her the sentence.

"That one, at the bottom. It's in Russian, and I don't speak Russian! I asked the others if they knew, but nobody speaks Russian here!"

Seeing the sentence in question, (Y/N) almost cried.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?"

Swallowing her tears, the Russian girl replied:

"This sentence, Я тебя люблю, is pronounced Ya tebya lyublyu."

"And what does that mean?"

"It's a phrase everyone knows. The Germans say Ich Liebe Dich, the Italians Ti amo, the French Je t'aime... and the Americans or English people say I Love You."

"Wait a minute, are ya telling me that..."

"I love you, Donny Donowitz. Even though it's probably too late..."

Slapping his forehead with both hands, Donny cried out:

"FUCK A DUCK!"

"What's wrong?" asked (Y/N).

"The night before ya left, I wanted to tell ya something, but I couldn't. And that something was I love ya, or Ya tebya blublu, whatever. I wanted to tell ya that I loved ya, and I wanted to take ya with me to Boston. If only I had told ya earlier..."

"But you still love me?" 

"OF COURSE I LOVE YA! Ya don't think I've waited all this time for nothing, do ya?"

With a huge smile, the young woman threw herself around the Bostonian's neck before kissing him to the cheers of their friends.

Donny was ecstatic: he had dreamed of this moment since he met (Y/N). And tonight, everything was possible again!

"DAMN IT! This is the damn best birthday present I've ever gotten in my life! Come here, lovers!" exclaimed Aldo happily and gave them a friendly hug.

The evening continued in good spirits, and this time the Basterds' commando was in full force.

As they ate the birthday cake, Donny asked (Y/N):

"So ya live in New York?"

"No, I've moved in the meantime. I got a flat in a small town."

"Ya did? And where do ya live now?"

(Y/N) smiled mischievously.

"I think the town will tell you... I live in Quincy, Massachusetts."

Donowitz opened round eyes:

"Wait a minute, are ya telling me ya live ten miles from me?"

"That's right. At first, I thought it would give me the courage to see you... and then I chickened out! I was afraid of your reaction."

"I see... In that case, there's only one thing to do."

"Which is?"

Donny smiled broadly.

"As soon as we get home, ya'll have to pack your things, my little stoat. Because I plan on making a real Boston lady out of ya!"

"It will be my pleasure, grizzly!"

As he took (Y/N)'s hand in his, Donny knew he was no longer chasing a memory. Now he could finally look forward to the future with peace of mind, with his beloved little Russian. And that was a dream he would never want to wake up from...

If you're ready, heart is open I'll be waiting, come find me If you're searching for forever I'll be waiting, come find me

I see you here in the darkness Blinding light right where your heart is If you're ready, heart is open I'll be waiting, come find me

Sigma ft Birdy - Find me

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The Hunter and the Apache

Okay, this is my first time writing for Aldo, but I promise to give it my best effort. Thank you @sergeant-donny-donowitz for allowing me to brain storm this idea! As always characters and the gif are not mine. I hope you all enjoy it!!

Description: The Nazis are well aware of the Basterds and the many powerful members of the group. However, a new member of the Basterds has made an impact, and their skills with hatchets are unmatched

Warnings: gore, violence, langauage, the Basterds kicking butt and taking names like normal

The Basterds had surrounded a small group of Nazis, and corned them in a secluded section of forest outside of the village they were staying in. Tracking the Nazis down was easy, and now that they had the enemy in their grasp, they would be able to get all of the information that they needed.

“Now, I need you to tell me where more of your little buddies are,” Aldo said as he glared at the Nazi that sat in front of him.

The Nazi merely scoffed at Aldo. “Why should I tell you anything, stupid American.”

“Well, if you don’t tell me what I need to know, I’m callin’ the Hunter of Harrisburg over. If you’ve heard of Aldo the Apache and The Bear Jew, you had to have heard about the Hunter of Harrisburg.”

“Yeah, and they don’t take mercy on Nazi assholes like you,” Donny chimed in as he twirled his bat around. The other Basterds all shouted in agreement.

Every Nazi in German-occupied France knew exactly who the Hunter of Harrisburg was. Some thought that they were a phantom, or perhaps the devil. The Hunter of Harrisburg was known for appearing out of thin air and taking out victims with one skillful throw of a hatchet.

“I’m not scared of this American pig you call the Hunter of Harrisburg,” the Nazi snarled.

Aldo simply chuckled. “Oh that’s where you’re wrong because the Hunter of Harrisburg is no pig. If anything, their faster than a hawk huntin’ a jack rabbit.” The leader of the Basterds was met by defiant silence.

Finally, one of the other Nazi captives couldn’t take the intense pressure any longer. He sprung to his feet and began to run out of the clearing. None of the Basterds moved to shoot the man, but instead let Aldo take charge. Aldo gave a short whistle, and a figure flung down from out of the trees above the clearing. The figure landed on their feet, and with one smooth movement of their arm, the hatchet they were holding flew through the air. The hatchet made contact with its target, and crimson liquid tinted the Nazis green uniform.

All of the Basterds cheered as the figure sauntered over to the dying Nazi. They pulled the hatchet from the Nazis spine, and leaned over to whisper into his ear. “Have fun in hell, you piece of shit.”

While the figure begun to remove the scalp from the Nazi, Aldo turned back to the Nazi in front of him with a smirk resting on his face. “Still not afraid of the Hunter of Harrisburg?”

“Good shot, Y/N,” Hugo Stiglitz said as Y/N walked over to where the other basterds were standing. Y/N smiled at the usually silent man. “Thank you, Stiglitz. It was a very nice shot if I do say so myself.”

“Ya know I could have got that guy,” Donny commented as he grinned at Y/N.

“You wish, darlin’. I don’t think that big bat of your’s would have travelled that far of a distance,” Y/N replied. Their voice was twinged with the same Southern accent as Aldo.

Aldo and Y/N had met back in Tennessee. Y/N lived in Harrisburg, which was a few hours away from Aldo’s hometown, and they would often go to him to buy their supply of moonshine. In return, Y/N would give Aldo firewood to use in his cabin. Y/N’s toned arms were evidence of how often they split wood, and it was well known that Y/N was the best hatchet thrower in Tennessee.

When Aldo first formed the Basterds, he didn’t want to wrap Y/N up in the dangers that awaited in Europe. He cared too much about them, and he didn’t want to see them harmed. However, Y/N caught wind of the group that Aldo was a part of, and they took it into their own hands to join the Basterds. Now after earning their reputation as the Hunter of Harrisburg, the Basterds treated them like family, and the Nazis were terrified of them.

Y/N tossed the scalp down at Aldo’s feet and held their hatchet close to the head Nazi’s throat, the blood of his comrade still dripping from the silver edge of the weapon. “You better start talkin’, or you’ll end up just like your friend over there.”

The Nazi automatically began to tell all of the information that they needed to know, which was translated by Wicki. After the information was gathered, Hugo and Omar shot the other Nazis that remained in the group, leaving the head Nazi quivering in front of Aldo and Y/N.

“Now, I’m gonna give you somethin’ you can’t take off, and then you’re gonna run back to your commander and tell him that the Basterds are comin’ for every last one of you Nazi scum,” Aldo declared as he plunged his knife into the Nazis forehead. The blade pierced through the Nazis skin, and he howled in pain.

After the Nazi started to run back in the direction of the village, all the while holding his bleeding temple, the Basterds headed in the opposite direction. They had more Nazis to hunt, and with the directions that they received, they knew exactly where to go. The other Basterds took the lead at the front of the group, while Aldo and Y/N trailed at the back.

As Y/N whiped the dark fluid from the silver edge of her hatchet, Aldo snaked his arm around Y/N’s waist. “Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are when you take down Nazis,” Aldo whispered in Y/N’s ear.

“I don’t think you have, but I’m glad that you get as much enjoyment out of it as I do,” Y/N said as they leaned into Aldo’s touch. His warmth brought them comfort, which in these uncertain times was a godsend.

Once the war was over, Aldo vowed to propose to Y/N, and he kept that promise. It didn’t matter how many enemies they had to face. The Apache and the Hunter of Harrisburg would always stick together until the very end.

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[indigosandviolets]

I love love love your writing so much! Your headcanons for the basterds have brought me so much joy!! Could you do a fight and makeup headcanon for the basterds? Thank you!!

angst! oh, lord, give me the strength for the angst. some of these are after the war, others are during, and one is before. some of these aren’t really angsts, and i KNOW that’s what y’all want, i just :/, y’know?

Aldo Raine

you guys have had little arguments over stupid shit like as follows

“Where’s my knife?”

“What?”

“Where the hell is my knife?”

“Where it always is. Cupboard over the fridge.”

“Why?”

“So that way the kids can’t get to it?”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.”

“Why the hell do you need your knife?”

“...”

“Aldo—“

but your first really fight fight was over something your mother said and it quickly escalated from her just nagging to a fully-blown shouting contest between the three of you

she didn’t like that Aldo was in charge of a band of blood thirsty Nazi killers and she especially didn’t like that fact that he had you kill 100 fucking Nazis

he was pissed that she assumed Nazis weren’t as bad as they were, which your Basterd ass agreed with 1000%

but slamming his knife (eating, don’t worry) into the fucking table over it? that’s where you got mad at him

“Aldo! What the fuck are you doing?”

“Making a point, damnit.”

“Not in my fucking house.”

yeah, he slept on the couch that night and didn’t drive with you while you took your mother home

but you came back to a new kitchen table that he made with your kids

now with 100% less stab marks!

Donny Donowitz

you and Donny don’t really fight

but then there’s fucking monopoly

you two are incredibly competitive. like shouting at each other and pulling out the rules when something seems fishy competitive.

so yes. you two are childish as fuck because you fight over a fucking board game. there, i said it.

it gets scary when you move past the shouting stage and into the calm furious

“Donny, I swear to the great lord above, if you take the last house I will take the broom and beat your head open with it you absolute tampon shitter.”

“Okay, what did I do?”

“You bought Boardwalk you son of a bitch.”

if you thought he was intense, you’re underestimating yourself

“Y/N, jesus, I’m sorry. Holy hell. Do you wanna take a break for a minute?”

“...yeah.”

he went and got you some tea to help you calm down while you negotiated a “business trade”

“Alright, so I give you Boardwalk, and in return you give me a railroad and the Electric Company?”

“Yeah, alright. That works.”

“And a kiss?”

“You’re pushing it, Mr. Donowitz.”

“I know, Mrs. Donowitz.”

Hugo Stiglitz

you and Hugo have only fought over one thing and that was when a German officer looked at you the wrong way during an interrogation and instead of fucking dealing with the problem, Hugo put a bullet through his fucking head

it was so fast that you hadn’t even noticed the way he had looked at you before his brains were all over the back of a tree in the middle of a French forest

“Stiglitz, what the hell was that? What the fuck was that?”

“That look.”

“What look? What the fuck is that matter with you?”

“On his face. It didn’t sit right with me. How am I in the wrong?”

“Because he had the look for two seconds before you popped a cap right between his fucking eyes, that’s why!”

“I was protecting you!”

“There was no imminent danger, Hugo! His hands were tied behind his back for fuck’s sake!”

“If anyone saw the way he looked at you, everyone would treat you like schissen, Y/N.”

“And why the fuck do you care so much about the way someone treats me?”

“Because I love you, damnit!”

“...what?”

“Ich liebe dich, Y/N.”

“...Ich liebe dich auch, you German bastard.”

Wilhelm Wicki

you two fought over you going to war with him

Wicki got drafted after a few years of you two dating and you were very much in love with each other and you were not about to let him go off to war without you

but he also didn’t want you going to war either

your thing was political science, not military fucking strategy

“Wicki, I just don’t see why I can’t go with you. I’m not gonna let you die out their alone with people you don’t know!”

“I have to go, you don’t.”

“Wilhelm Wicki, I do. What the hell am I supposed to do here? Sit and wait for a letter telling me whether or alive or not while I just buy war bonds and pray to God that it fucking helps?”

“You sit here away from the line of fire because I don’t want you fucking killed, Y/N!”

You look at him for a few seconds before saying what you have to say.

“Look, Wilhelm, I get your concern, but if you die, then I have no idea what the hell I’m going to do. If I go with you, then I’m giving myself a purpose, and if you die you’ll die with someone you love, someone you know inside and out. If I don’t and you die, then you’re dying alone and I don’t think I could live with myself if that happened.”

Wicki just looks at you for a few seconds before sighing, pinching the bridge of his nose, and then looking back and nodding. “Okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, so much.”

Smithson Utivich

Uti and you got into a fight over the military and it was interesting

so, here’s the thing: Uti was drafted. you enlisted. and you were debating on become career

you were currently a Sergeant and had a little bit of college experience, and with a recommendation from your commanding officer in the OSS you could’ve easily become an officer

thing is, if you were to stay in the military, Uti couldn’t go with you and he was not about that

“I don’t understand, Y/N. We did our fight. We fought for the people no one wanted to fight for, we did our part.”

“Smitty, we both know damn well I won’t have the same respect unless I stay in.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Where the hell else am I supposed to work?”

“We live in Manhattan, there’s plenty of work!”

“For you! What about for me, huh? Am I supposed to just bus and wait tables or be a secretary while you get to have an actual job and get your wartime respect?”

eventually you both calm down and decide to start searching for a job together in the newspapers where you would both get the same pay (he tried finding on where you would get more)

you guys hate fighting so coming out of it with something that benefits you both? best thing to make out of the situation

Gerold Hirschberg

you and Hirschberg fought during the birth of your daughter Sarah

you know, the standard couple’s fight

“Gerry! I’m going to fucking kill you! I am going to fucking kill you!”

“Okay, okay.”

“You did this shit! I would’ve been fine, but this is shit is on you!”

“I understand.”

“You’re gonna die. You’re gonna fucking die. “

“At least I get to fuck while I die.”

the look you gave this man. the nurse had never seen so much “are you shitting me right now” in one look

“Get the out.”

“Y/N-“

“Get the fuck out.”

“I’m sorry—“

“I said get the fuck—“

“I know what you said, and I’m sorry, but we both know that I need to be here to see the birth of our child, right?”

“...fine.”

you named your daughter Sarah and when her first word was “Damn!” you were not surprised whatsoever

Omar Ulmer

you and Omar got into a fight after Operation Kino because of the sheer bullshit around everything

he admitted his love to you right before Operation Kino, after TWO YEARS of him harboring feelings, so you were kinda pissed because you had been into him for a long time and he didn’t say shit until the night he would probably DIE

he didn’t, so you did have the opportunity to argue with him

“Are you kidding me? Omar, I love you, but what the hell is the matter with you?”

“I thought I was going to die, I knew I had to say something!”

“And I’m glad you did, but you had two years, Omar! We could have died at any time during that. We were literally at war.”

“And I didn’t want to distract you from the war!”

“I was already distracted by you! Wondering whether or not I had a shot with the one guy in this entire group who wasn’t a complete asshole or smartass.”

“Y/N—“

“No, Omar, what the fuck. You don’t wait until you’re about to die to tell someone you love them.”

After a little while, you two just hold each other and cry together (shut up, he can cry. fuck you) and make up and decide where you want to live after the war. very sweet, i must say

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_____ The basterds were sitting around in an abandoned hostel. The next morning, they'd be moving out to a village called Nadine, about twenty kilometers outside of Paris, and meet with a British officer named Lt. Hicox, and an unknown double agent. It seemed as though the war was coming to an end, consequently, so was their time together. The basterds had come to see each other as brothers, much like most military outfits in the war. But to you, they were all you had. "So, what're y'all gon' do after all this?" Aldo smirked a little as he poured himself some whiskey. It was a question they asked each other often. No one ever got tired of answering it. No one ever got tired of hearing about it. You just always answered "I don't know," and shrugged with a smile. All your life, you never really knew where you belonged. Wicki was going to Florida, and of course the basterds made jokes about him 'retiring' there. Hugo wasn't sure where to go, but Germany was no longer an option. "I have a sister in Connecticut," He smiled softly, his fist lingered over a his right chest pocket. There was a small, tattered photograph there of his sister, her husband, and their family. A two year old girl named Nadia, and a baby boy named Hugo. The picture was three years old now. Nothing, not even the worst the Gestapo had to offer could pry that picture away from Hugo. Now, he was so close to finally seeing them with his own eyes. Hirschberg chuckled, "Come visit me and Sarah down in Jersey." Sarah was his high school sweetheart. She'd been holding on to a ring of his since he deployed, and he couldn't wait to get back home and finally marry her. Utivich smirked, "Or Manhattan." Omar rolled his eyes, "Or Brooklyn. We'll take ya to a Dodgers game." Donny turned, "Don't even start with that, Omar. If anyone's takin' anybody to a baseball game, it's me." as the rest of the basterds grumbled. The east coast boys always tended to get riled up over who had the best hometown, and baseball team. Aldo laughed, "Alright, alright, what about you, Donny?" Donny smiled as he looked up at the ceiling, as if he could already imagine it all. "Probably go back to work in my old man's barber shop. Move out to a place closer to the docks, though. No place like home, huh?" He subtly glanced at you when he mentioned home with a soft sigh, wondering how he could ever call a place home without you. He shook his head, not wanting to dwell on what he couldn't change. Not now. Not anymore. They were so close to ending the war, what good would it do to complicate everything now? He looked to Aldo, and asked, "How 'bout you, lieutenant?" Aldo smiled warmly as he looked down at his drink and shrugged, "Well, boy...I got my place back up in Tennessee." Aldo had lived a relatively quiet life up in the Smoky Mountains, with his wife. When he enlisted, he had twin sons who were six years old, and a baby on the way, whose name he never got to know. The next week, the twins were turning ten years old, and Aldo intended to be there. He'd finally get to know his third kid's name. Hugo asked, "Will you work in the town?" Aldo smirked a little as he reluctantly commented, "Bootleggin' was generous to me." The basterds were all silent for a moment, then Hirschberg's eyes shot wide, "HOLY SHIT WERE YOU IN THE MOB?!" Utivich rolled his eyes, "There is no mob in Tenne-fuckin'-see." The smirk on Aldo's face made Utivich take a second thought, "Is there?" Aldo only chuckled, and turned, "What about you, Y/n? What's the plan, kid?" You were the youngest of the basterds. You'd barely left high school when you volunteered for the war. Aldo noted, "I imagine you'll  be goin' back to school like Utivich." You were quiet for a moment, and you glanced at Donny. Utivich noticed. He knew why. You'd told him after all. He'd been rooting for you, all along. He was not giving up on you and Donny. "You got somethin' to say, Y/n?" Utivich had always been a good kid... Sometimes a bit too snarky for his own good, but still... He had plans on going to college for engineering, but still stay in New York. So you now knew where to find him to get him back for that. You really hadn't thought about what you'd do after the war. You honestly never thought this day would come...And now that it was basically a fact that the war would end by the end of the week, you shook your head as you blurted out a vague idea you'd had for the past few years, "Stay in the army, I think," you looked down, and took a long draw from your cigarette. "What?" Donny looked at you, clearly concerned. They'd all gone so far to make it back home, he couldn't believe you wanted to stay. None of the basterds believed that, but they knew why you'd said that. You didn't have anywhere else to go. They didn't pry, they knew better by now.

So the night went on, endless drinks were poured, and the smell of cigarettes lingered eternally in the air that was filled with passing memories and fleeting laughs. At the end of it all, as you all went to sleep, you and Donny glanced at each other. He was sure you had something to say. Your lips parted for  a moment, and his eyes lit up, ready to hear the words he'd wanted to hear for years. But your breath caught your words, and tangled them. You turned away without a single word. Donny sighed, and went his way. *** Things didn't go as planned. Contacts in the resistance had to take Hicox, Wicki, and Hugo. They'd survived the shoot out in the tavern, but they definitely could not continue with Operation Kino. Everyone else had to step up, the plans had to be rearranged. So there you were, across the street from a small French cinema called Le Gamaar, anticipating the end of war. You, Hirschberg, and Utivich stood on the sidewalk in the distance, about to split up for your assigned posts during the mission. You were saying your goodbyes. You watched Donny walk away, and you called out, "Donny!" He turned around, "Yeah kid?" "I love you." He held his breath for a moment. Though his heart ached for him to say it back, at the top of his lungs, he didn't. He smiled softly at you, with warm, kind eyes. He knew what Operation Kino meant for him, Omar, and Aldo. It was almost certain they wouldn't make it out. If he said 'I love you,' now, it would be torture for you, knowing he meant it. For your sake, he turned and walked away, joining Aldo, Omar, and Bridget, on their way to the premiere. You turned away, knowing the truth, but hurting, having never heard him say what he wanted.

"Well you did it." Utivich wasn't too sure what to say. No one in the world would be. Hirschberg sighed, loading his gun, and heading down the street, "See you on the other side, kiddos." You and Smitty salute him, half-jokingly, rolling your eyes. Hirschberg was only a year or two older than you and Utivich. You split up. Around an hour later, you were in your position, on a rooftop across the street from the theater. You had one job: Make sure not a single nazi made it out You saw one. And he was smart. He was using Aldo as a human shield, you had no clear shot. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." You looked through your scope, hoping for a single clear shot, but it never came. Aldo glanced around subtly. He knew you were either waiting for a clear shot...or you'd been discovered. Hans Landa shoved Aldo into a waiting jeep, filled with nazis, but it didn't move. You were in the middle of figuring out what you could and could not get away with at the moment, when you saw another nazi dragging Utivich into the same jeep. "Shit." You were laying low. The nazis were hunting the rest of the basterds now. You knew they'd go after Wicki, Hugo, and Hicox too. You snuck off the roof, not wanting any more unwanted attention, trying to appear as though you were a normal French citizen, by getting as far from the cinema as possible. They were going after you, and Hirschberg too. It was now a game of cat and mouse. You took one last look at the cinema... They'd never be able to take out Omar and Donny without setting off the explosives. That much was true. But so much more could be compromised if they caught the rest of the basterds. You slunk around alleys, through the shadows, finally reaching a street filled with people. By then, you knew there was a nazi tailing you, and you got lost in the crowd. "Halt!" You heard the nazi call out, and by the commotion and murmuring behind you, you knew people were stopping on their order... You kept pushing forward, deeper into the crowd, as more nazis gathered, calling out, "HALT." and "ARRÊTEZ!" You ran. You ran, and heard gunshots behind you. You hid in another alley, climbed back up onto another roof, and took all the nazis down. You then ran on the roofs of Paris, hidden by the shroud of the night, your eyes scanning the streets in an attempt to find Hirschberg, or at least a sign of him. "Shit. Shit. Shit." You climbed down, reaching the hideout where the French resistance had been harboring the wounded basterds. You leaned by a window, and whispered a password. The window opened a tiny crack, and you spoke under your shuttering, exhausted breath, "Ils sont sur nous. Bouge toi." 'They're onto us. Move.' Your response was a single word. There was nothing that could ever reassure you at that moment. But...it would have to do. "Compris."  'Understood.'

You then turned back around, moving faster than you ever had before, looking for Hirschberg. You couldn't find him. And you hoped that the nazis couldn't either. You found your way back to Le Gamaar. Even from a distance, you could see pillars of smoke rising above the skyline. Your heart slowed, and you stopped running. You took slow steps toward the cinema, which slowly came into view. The flames were roaring, and so was your mind. You sighed, as the ash of the war surrounded you. You were almost mersmerized as you watched the fire rise. You smiled, both proud and heart broken, as you thought, "They did it..." All you heard was the crackling from the fire, and distant crickets. Then... you heard foosteps behind you. You turned to see Donny marching up to you, Omar and Hirscberg in the distance. Omar was limping, but he seemed to be having the time of his life. Hirschberg had a wide grin, holding Omar up with one arm, and one final nazi scalp in his other hand. Your eyes set on Donny's as he wrapped his arms around you, and softly declared for only you to hear, "I love you too." You rested your head against his chest, his racing heart slowly lulling. He murmured, "You can't stay here, Y/n..." You glanced up at him, watching ash and smoke float around him  like a dance of stars and snow. He didn't mean you couldn't stay there in front of that theater. He didn't mean you couldn't stay in that moment of inglourious victory forever. "We meeting Aldo and Smitty at the lines or not?!" Omar called out from a distance, and you smiled in relief. You watched the smoke rise, and the ember in Donny's eyes as you both turned back to join the rest of the basterds. He meant you couldn't stay in the military forever Especially not after all this. Not after what you'd  both admitted. You watched the embers through his smiling eyes, and for once, you felt at peace. You finally found where you were meant to be.

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        Moving to an occupied France with Donny at the height of the world war defied your expectations. Not even in your wildest dreams did you want to be near such chaos. Unfortunately, your fiancé did. He enthusiastically signed up to be a Basterd alongside his best friend, Aldo Raine, which meant he would be leaving the U.S to help end the war. Donny desperately wanted you to join him in France. But downtown Boston had factories opening up at a rapid pace, ensuring job security for you and money for the future. But Donny is an unrelenting man. His ceaseless begging eventually wore you down. Within a few months, you were on a plane heading to France with the rest of the Basterds.

Luckily, one of Aldo's informants owned a bakery near their secret location. The owner of the bakery, Benoit, opened a job up for you immediately. You would help serve customers while being a spy. All you would have to do is act ditzy and fawn over officers to gain information. Although the act disgusted you, it was simple enough. Turns out, officers are more willing to boast about their exploits as long as you smile and flirt. You didn't have to do much before they began talking your ear off.

Soon enough, though, the seemingly easy job turned for the worst. Benoit began hiding Jewish children. Of course, you kept a tight lip about the situation and helped him care for the orphaned girls while he cared for the boys. The issue revolved around the officers. They had suspicions of Benoit right in the beginning and began ransacking the bakery almost every day. You and Benoit spent more time cleaning up the place than actually baking or making a profit. After a few months, Benoit completely disappeared. With him gone, you were left in charge of both the bakery and the children.

The responsibilities thrust upon you slowly ate at you. The only time you felt some inkling of normalcy was with Donny. However, he too went M.I.A.

The day he came back to you with blood covering his bat and a smile adorning his lips, you were fuming. As soon as he went to hug you, you snapped. As a result, a verbal argument began and lasted for almost an hour. 80% of the fight did not make any sense. You did more crying than anything else. But your anger and fear caused incoherent thoughts to be screamed. Once you realized you weren't getting your message through, you stormed off to cool down.

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          It's nighttime, about 2 hours after the argument, when Donny decides to talk. You're in the kitchen, smoking Gauloises and staring out the window. You don't make any moves to acknowledge him when he calls out to you. Instead, you shift in the window nook and twirl the lit cigarette between your lips. A moment of silence passes before you hear the floorboards creak under his heavy boots. He pulls out a chair from the nearby table and sits down. That's when you look at him. He folds his hands on top of the table and opens his mouth to speak. You lazily watch him, both disinterested and irritated that’s he’s even here. When you told him you wanted space, you meant for the entire night. You shouldn't be surprised, though. After all, Donny is a clingy man. You're just a little amazed he lasted this long, especially after being gone for so long.

He starts off by saying your name in a gentle tone before cutting himself off. Shaking his head, he tries to start again. But after several attempts at forming a coherent thought, he gets frustrated enough to make moves to leave.

You take pity on him and remove the cigarette from your lips. "How was the trip?"

"Good. Smithson shot his foot accidentally. We got delayed a bit, but still had a good time."

"Scalp anyone?"

Donny puffs out his chest in pride. "Of course! 23 scalps in the bag. I got the most."

A little smirk tugs at your lips. "Good boy."

Another beat of silence passes. He shifts in his seat and his leg begins to bounce. "I'm sorry, doll. I just act without thinking sometimes. You know that."

You turn to him. “I do, but you can’t keep using that as an excuse.”

“I’m not trying to—“

Your sharp glare shuts him downs. “I’m constantly on edge, Donny. With the bakery being investigated almost daily, I’m drowning in fear. I don’t want to the possibility of you being dead running amok in my head.”

His eyes steel and his hands clench into a fist. “Yeah because what I do is a damn cakewalk.”

“I never said that, so don’t go around twisting my words.” You sigh deeply and inhale smoke from the cigarette. “Three weeks, Donny. Three damn weeks of wondering whether or not you're dead. Do you know what that does to someone?” You press the cigarette head onto the ashtray, watching the embers fizz out.

Donny reaches out and grabs both of your hands. His thumbs begin to caress your skin in circular motions. The slight irritation and sadness in your chest simmers down as a result.

“I'm sorry, doll. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

Tears brim at your lower lashes. Donny gets up from his seat to console you. His burly arms blanket you, securing you in safety you haven’t felt in a long time.

Your tears fall freely onto his white tank top. You clench onto him as you murmur to him. “I’m so scared, Don.”

He squeezes you, attempting to convey his reassurance. “Let us win the war, baby. Then we’ll go back to Boston and have the biggest wedding ever. Pop-out a few kids and retire. We’ll be safe and happy, just like how we were before the war.”

You sniffle and nod, muttering some words he can’t quite hear. “Come on, doll. Let’s get you to bed.”He picks you up in bridal style and begins walking toward your shared bedroom.

You trust Donny's words. He’ll win the war—tear down the regime right from the top. It’ll take some time but until then, you got to hold on. Save yourself from spiraling for the sake of yourself and the children under your protection.

Safety and comfort will come soon. It might not be today or tomorrow, but one day. That hope alone will keep you going.

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word count: 1,077 published: june 16, 2020 edited: n/a

[darling-i-read-it]

Fireside Reveals

Aldo Raine x reader

Word Count: 1.6k 

Warnings: making out, cussing, some talks of killing 

Author’s Note: I love the whole dynamic here so I hope you like it too because ALDO RAINE!!!! Ugh yes!!

Requested; by anon, hi!! i love your fics sm and could you do an aldo raine x reader where the reader is the only female basterd and the rest of the basterds have a crush on her but she's secretly dating aldo? thank you :)

Summary: the request!

Genre: fluffff

(not my gif)

    “Come on baby, I can’t be the only female one of you fuckers and not care about how you look,” you told the guys in front of you. They gave you crap for brushing out your hair even if you did steal the brush from Aldo. 

    You had a hard enough time being the only female but you loved all the guys.    

    And it was not enough to say that those guys loved you too. They adored your every move. All of them had some sort of crush on you and you were very aware of it but you pretended that you had no idea. It was kind of fun. 

    “Nah, you’re good hot shot,” Hugo said in this german accent. You rolled your eyes and hit him on the side with your brush. He just watched you as you moved past him further into camp. All the guys that were around gave him a look and he shrugged which only annoyed the boys further.

    There was a running competition to see who would get to you first. So far you had given no one any indication that you were into any of them and some of them were taking it personally. You enjoyed the toying because you knew exactly who you liked and they weren’t going to find that out until you wanted them to. 

    They were all discussing you as you were off with Donny on a quick food run when Aldo came out of his tent, into the conversation. He was also very aware as to what was going on in his group but he was just going to let it happen for right now. That was what he had promised you in any event. 

    “I don’t understand why, in any event, we need to fight over her,” Archie was saying. Hugo was in the corner cleaning his gun but he gestured over to Archie. 

    “Because what else are we going to do.”

    “She’s out there with Donny right now, shouldn’t we be worried about that?” Michael asked the group. Aldo sat down in between Hugo and Archie, listening closely. Omar was getting the fire going for dinner when you and Donny got back. 

    “She can handle herself,” Aldo grumbled. Smithson nodded, laughing a little bit to himself. 

    “We aren’t worried about her, we’re worried about Donny getting to her before any of us do,” Smithson said truthfully. “What about you boss? You in on the bet?” Aldo chuckled lowly at that, in such a way that most of the guys got the impression he knew more than he was letting on. But he had promised you he wouldn’t say anything. 

    “Nah, I’m good boys. You have you’re lil’ cat fights.” In that moment you and Donny came back, the sound of the car you had driven pulling into the little area you all had been camping out at. 

    “What are we talkin’ about?” you asked as you threw some food at Aldo who had a place he put it away from the guys so it could be rationed. Donny held his own handful of stuff and by the look on his face, he had come up empty handed with you on the run which made the group release a sigh of relief.

    “Nothin’ important. Here, you wanna help me with this?” Aldo asked, pointing at you. You could tell the entire array of men had just narrowed their eyes at Aldo but you pretended you hadn’t noticed.

    “Sure. Here Don I got this.” You took the stuff from him and what you couldn’t Aldo took. You followed him around the corner into the supplies tent where he held most things and out of sight of the guys.        

    “She called me Don,” Donny said and everyone rolled their eyes. 

    “Everyone calls you Don,” Archie said. 

    You put the baskets of stuff into a corner where Aldo directed you to. 

    “You know they got bets on you like you’re some kind of animal?” Aldo asked. You laughed, feeling his arms around your waist that you had missed so much. 

    You and Aldo had been dating nearly since the war began and he had put together the group of basterds. But obviously, they didn’t know that. You thought you should not tell them so it didn’t get in the way of the missions and also so you could get away with sleeping next to Aldo when you were away from camp and not have it be questioned. 

    But you could tell he was wearing down. 

    “They’re just boys, Aldo, don’t worry bout it. You want to tell em?” you asked and his eyebrows raised and eyes went wide. He moved away just enough to look you in the eyes to read your face. 

    “I can?” 

    “You’ve been a very good boy I don’t see why not anymore,” you teased him with a laugh. He smiled and moved so that he was in front of you and able to kiss you fully. You allowed him, melting into his chest as he did so. You didn’t even notice things get so heated so fast (cons of living with other boys 24/7 Aldo would say) but he had you against the grey wall that lead into the tunnels. It was the only stable place you could think of and he apparently had the same idea. His hands roamed your body and you didn’t have it in you to stop him. 

    “Hey guys have you seen my-” Aldo pulled away slower than you thought he would with the voice interrupting you. Donny was standing there, a tin can at his feet that he had probably dropped upon seeing you. You shied away, not looking at him and looking the other way. 

    “You need something Donowitz?” Aldo asked and you hit him, adjusting yourself so you were standing straight up again but he didn’t take his hand off the small of your back. 

    “Have you seen my canister?” he asked, voice small. You walked away from Aldo and nodded, grabbing it out of the bag you had abandoned by the turn to camp. 

    “Right here. Sorry bout that,” you said and pursed your lips. Aldo followed close behind you and gave Donny a pointed look which made you hit his chest as you walked with them back down to where Omar had made a fire. 

    “Looks like a great fire O-”

    “I saw them making the fuck out!” Donny exclaimed. You sighed and glanced at him. 

    “Better late than never,” Aldo whispered to you and hit your ass as he walked over to sit down. You gasped at his forwardness but he was right. It was going to come out soon anyway you may just accept it. 

    The guys looked amazed at what Donny had told them and also that Aldo had just hit your ass (which was strictly off limits, you had told them before!). You sat down in front of one of the logs and Aldo sat down so you were just under him. 

    The guys were speechless. 

    “How long?” Hugo asked. 

    “Since the war started. Or close to it,” you explained. That caused another uproar of amazement.    

    “Just out of damn curiosity-how much was the bet?” Aldo asked and you went to hit his leg but he grabbed your hand before you got there. 

    “There was no money on it, we all just...liked you,” Archie said, laughing in bewilderment. You smiled and shrugged. 

    “What can I say? I’m very likeable.” They all sat back and processed a moment more. 

    “So in that camp up north when you guys went to pry some do-” 

    “Yeah we fucked then Don,” you told him outright and he nodded thoughtfully which made you laugh. “Relax guys. You had to suspect something at some point.” They shook their heads, laughing. 

    “Never. Not once,” Michael said. 

    “I sat in his lap for most of the meetings,” you told them and they laughed again. 

    “I just thought you liked to be looked at!” 

    “No sweetie that’s Aldo you’re talking about,” you said, giggling. Aldo rolled his eyes and patted your back, hoisting you up and with your help you landed on his lap lazily. 

    “Huh. That’s something else,” Arch commented.    

    “Can we eat?” you asked. They nodded and Aldo squeezed you gently. 

    “Now we can-” 

    “I don’t know what you’re going to say but yes we can probably do that,” you said laughing lightly. He kissed you (which did catch the eye of many guys because it was going to take some getting used to) and you gently put your hand on his cheek as he did so. When he pulled away you pat his thigh. “Let’s eat.” He nodded and you got off of him and helped him up. 

    “Fuckin’ starving.” 

    “Me too.”

[fandomscenariosforyou]

Ooooo do you have a Donny Donowitz caméra imagine ?? If not, can I request one? 😍

yes ma’am you can!

You: Oooooh, here he comes, you all better get ready.

Aldo: The show is about to start.

You: And a masterpiece begins. *smile*

You: *mouthing behind camera* Smile!

Donny: *smiles*

You: *trying not to laugh* God if that is not the creepiest smile I’ve ever gotten!

Donny: Hey, I’m trying alright!

Donny: We’re good?

You: Wow what a candid shot. You clean up nicely.

Donny: *looks you up and down* Well you also look good in a dress. Not used to it.

You: Take it all in! *smile* Tomorrow we’ll all be back in our big boy pants.

Donny: *smirk* Spin for me?

You: Go! You have things to do! *laughing*

You: *giggling* Well you didn’t hesitant to make yourself at home.

Donny: *shrug* Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here awhile. *pats the bed* Might as well get comfortable.

You: *scoff and throw a book at him* How about you get comfortable, take a nap and leave us to get to work.

[mlmxreader]

Kinks | Hugo Stiglitz, Aldo Raine, Donny Donowitz and Wilhelm Wicki x gn!reader (🍋)

Hugo Stiglitz

ohhhh maaaan definitely has a Thing for being called Sir, it fucking drives him wild and gets him going, especially when it's accompanied by a little bit of dirty talk or a needy and breathless beg

Aldo Raine

100% likes to be called Daddy and/or Lieutenant, he will fucking MELT when those two words are said in a sexual situation, but also loves to have his hair pulled and likes to have his hand wrapped around your throat.

Donny Donowitz

Daddy kink. without a doubt. also has a size kink, and fucking loves to show off how big he is when he's in the bedroom, he fucking loves get handsy and manhandle you if you're into that and 100% fucking loves being dominant.

Wilhelm Wicki

voice. he loves using his voice in the bedroom, trying to see how much he can rile you up and get you going with just his words alone, watching you squirm and beg for his touch as he just sits there and tells you all the things he'd like to do.

[henrylevesconte]

Hey, first thing I love how you write <3. Second think i was thinking if i could request a one-shot about Donny Donowitz×Omar Ulmer 🥺. I would absolutely love it if you write about them, like literally anything about the couple. Thx

Oh my god thank you 🥺🥺 I really appreciate it so much

I’m more than happy to write those two. I actually love the pair. They’ve got such a fun dynamic I just wish Tarantino utilized Omar Doom more. Anyways uh hope you enjoy something short I wrote.

Omar Ulmer reaches out to grab onto flying tuxedo shirt tails as Donny Donowitz tosses the jacket aside, scrambling at this point to get ready for the next part of the plan. They had already seamlessly blended into the Germans at the film premier despite being entirely out of their element, something Omar was pleased about personally knowing exactly no Italian, and now waited on the perfect opportunity to storm the box containing the most dangerous man alive. He understood why the Sargent was so nervous but it seemed almost alien to him.

Donny was Donny. Donny was the coolest guy he had ever met. He was handsome and foul mouthed. The Bear Jew! A legend that if whispered to some shit headed jackboot fascist they would piss themselves in pure terror. Over the years Omar had taken a special kind of delight seeing Donny absolutely obliterate Nazis like they were nothing to him. He watched the man peacock around the backwoods of France, tormenting the Nazis with his exaggerated performances, and he ate it up, bolstering the man’s ego in front of the other Basterds and even in the private of their shared quarters.

Omar loves Donny more than anything but seeing him scared, well it threw him off more than having live explosives strapped to his leg. Donny had been unable to keep still since Aldo and the German Actress disappeared (Hammer-mock? Hammock?? Whatever...) It took several gentle reminders from the Private to keep him from attracting unwanted attention while watching the not so great film (maybe it would have been better if he understood any German or if it had really any plot but he wasn’t a Lieutenant Hicox when it came to film reviews.)

The Bear Jew took to rooting around in the trash for any discarded materials they could work with, an easy way to disguise his outright worry from his partner. This shit was serious. The big leagues, the fucking World Series of Nazi killing.

Hitler

Goebbels

Bormann

Goering

All waiting for them with minimal security, enjoying their bad movie on German film night. They would never get another opportunity like this.

Okay so maybe they shouldn’t have been able to get this far on a half baked plan with the back ups to the back ups but Omar felt good. No fuck that he felt great, cool as can be! Even the Jew Hunter himself complimented him on his shitty Italian. And he wouldn’t let that hold them back from the next part of the plan.

“Hey Sarg.” Omar finally spoke, watching the bigger man look up at him with his deep chocolate eyes, arm still in the trash pulling out used champagne glasses. Donny looked ready to explode (no pun intended) from nerves “C’mere.”

Donowitz didn’t fight him on it, he got what he needed and wipes his white gloves on his suit pants before towering over his partner in crime. Omar brought the Bear Jew down to his level, taking the opportunity to give him a much needed peck on the lips.

He couldn’t remember how it had started but the Private took every opportunity he could once he found out the Sargent was a confirmed bachelor (or at least half and interested in no less) to kiss him. Donny once called it his good luck charm, even going as far as to demand it before they took down camp each morning so they always made it back alive. Or maybe that was an excuse, Omar wasn’t going to complain. This could very well be the last time they would.

Wicki and Stiglitz were dead because of Hicox and the Gestapo officer. Aldo was missing in action, who knows about Utivich. They had four targets and a war to win. And wouldn’t it be just a bit ironic that the mass murdering dictator of a hateful regime was axed by two gay Jews?

“You got this. I’m here for you. We are going to do this.” The Private mouthed affirmations as he let the big man slip into his arms. Donny softly groaned, clinging to Omar while burying his face in his shoulder. Was Donny actually trembling?

Omar wasn’t afraid to die, well not really anyways. After years of fighting in backwoods France and spending every moment like it was their last, he accepted it a long time ago. But Donny, he still sometimes talked about what he would do after the war. When he would get back to Boston, show everyone his famous bat and the dog tags he collected as trophies. He talked and talked about seeing his little brother, the one he hadn’t heard from who was fighting the Pacific. He even talked about taking Omar on a proper date, a real one to his favorite little shop in Boston if Ulmer promised to drive from his parents place out of New York to visit. He would, he wished he could more than anything.

The tenderness lasted all of maybe thirty seconds but it felt like thirty minutes to the pair. It right Donowitz back on track, bring him back to the confident man the Private knew he was. Before Omar could blink, Donny was back to fixing himself up as a faux waiter, planting the odd firing mechanism on his wrist to take out the lonely guards. Whoever was in charge of security really was doing a shit job.

Omar followed him, loading his own device and hiding their remaining weapons. They needed to time everything just right with the gun shots in the movie masking their intentions. He decided to focus again, adjusting the weapon as the Bear Jew prepared to approach the private box.

“You’ve only got seconds to get that guy, can you get the guy?” Donny finally spoke, looking up at Omar for confirmation.

“I have to!” Was all that was needed for him to go forward. Loaded with water and a fake tray, Donny winked to him before existing the men’s room.

Omar thought of that date in Boston as he watched from the sidelines, waiting for his chance to make history.

[bear-jews-bitch]

Wilkommen

Hey! This is my first Basterds fic. It was requested as “what the Basterds think of you when you first join” but I thought it might be better if I wrote it from Donny’s perspective with bits from Aldo and Hugo. So, here you go @liebgoth I hope it doesn’t suck :/  

DONNY’S P.O.V:

Fuck. A. Duck. 

We been waiting for this broad who’s meant to be helpin’ us for three days now and we still ain’t heard any word from her. 

Three days “camping” outside on damp leaves in the freezing cold French winter. I say camping lightly because in order to camp, you gotta sleep outside. I ain’t been doin’ much of that because I’m too worried about how this broads gone and left us exposed without so much as an explanation. 

I been tryin’ to convince Aldo to move on to the next town so we can get on with what we came here to do but he insisted that we gotta wait for the girl and, “treat her like a gentleman,” when she eventually gets here. 

Apparently, she’s too important to our mission to leave behind. Or treat like one of us it seems, thanks to the Lieutenant. She better not expect me to act like no butler. She better be at least a little bit hot. 

ALDO’S P.O.V: 

I could see Donny seething from his place at the small campfire. 

This girlie was really gettin’ to him and she wasn’t even here yet. I must admit I am quite annoyed myself, this woman has left us open and ready for attack here. Not that my boys couldn’t handle it, they just shouldn’t have to right now. 

Donny had begged me to move on quite a few times during the last three days and I had half a mind to follow his pleas. But I couldn’t. Being told she was what stood between us and killing that son of a bitch Adolf was proof enough that we needed her. And when she got here she would be treated like a princess. 

If only she’d turn up. 

Pulling out my snuff box, I had just begun to sniff when I heard, rather than saw, a car in the distance. 

I closed the box and turned quickly to my men who had all congregated around the fire before hand and were now attempting to put it out with their boots. 

Quickly doing so, they took up their weapons and attempted to hide themselves behind trees. Peeking out from behind my tree, I was met with two bright headlights which belonged to a sleek German vehicle. 

Cocking my weapon and shooting a knowing glance over at Donowitz, I knew this wasn’t gon’ be good. 

HUGO’S P.O.V: 

Not many things excite me. Not many things bring me absolute joy. But a German motorcar pulling up alone to our little hideout in the middle of the night? That was one of them. 

I wanted to be the one to murder whoever the bastard was driving that car. 

I knew that our sniper rifle was sitting perched and ready for use at the top of the hill behind me, so I turned and lay on my belly, crawling up to the rifle like a proper soldier. 

Taking my place behind the gun, I curled my finger around the trigger, itching to squeeze but knowing I had to have patience. 

Deutsches schwein. German pig. 

I had gone three days without murdering any Nazi scum. That doesn’t mean none had been killed. Wicki got to kill the last patrol all by himself. It wasn’t fair. 

The sight of the car door opening pulled me from my thoughts and forced me to look through the scope on the rifle. 

Peering through, I was met with the sight of a head of flowing h/c hair and a rather revealing red dress. 

Was ist los? What is this? 

DONNY’S P.O.V: 

Hearing the creak of the car door open, I pulled my shotgun up to my chest to grip it with my other hand, ready to aim at our mystery caller. 

I turned to look at Aldo to ask for the signal to shoot but instead was met with a look of surprise laced with confusion. 

He caught my eye and winked, then proceeded to walk out from behind his tree. 

What is he doin’? 

“Miss. Y/L/N?” he asked, hands in the air in mock surrender but I knew he had a .38 stuffed in his back pocket. 

Wait... Miss Y/L/N? Is this our broad? What the hell is she doin’ in a Kraut-mobile? 

“Yes. Ja. Oui. I would continue Mr. Raine but I’m sure my answers will be heard and understood by each of your hounds lurking in the trees.” 

She is feisty. I ain’t heard her speak more than a few words and I can already tell you I’ll have trouble dealin’ with this one. 

“How you know where they were?” 

She laughed. It was such an unfamiliar sound. Female laughter. It was beautiful. 

“Well Mr. Raine, I have no doubt that you tried well and hard to hide your men from me, and you may very well have succeeded, had it not be for the giant beast of a man you have hiding the tiny tree not less than five feet away from me.” 

She was talkin’ about me! What the fuck! Giant beast? 

I quickly came out from my hiding place and was intent on giving her a taste of a Bostonian scolding when I stopped in my tracks. 

There stood this woman no more than five foot three, staring up at me expectantly. She was clad in a deep red dress that had a slit in the leg almost reaching her... Stop that Donny! 

I met her E/C eyes and couldn’t think for a moment. There was a playfulness in them. Either this woman was crazy or cheeky. Maybe both... 

Her rouge lips pulled up at the corners. She was smirkin’ at me. Maybe she thinks I’m hot... No, you moron, she’s smirkin’ ‘cause you’re standin’ there gawkin’ like an idiot! Say somethin’!

“Who you callin’ beast, doll?” I said, towering over her, tryin’ to ignore her cleavage right in my line of sight so I could focus on tryna’ be intimidating. 

She said nothing, only winked at me before turning to my Lieutenant to talk. 

Oh, I was gonna show her beast, alright. Just you wait, doll. 

“Sorry for the wait, Mr. Raine. I’m sure you and your boys are none too happy with me.” she addressed all of us, the others having emerged from their spots. You got that right, doll face. 

She sauntered over to the logs placed round the fire and sat down, the fabric at either side of the slit in her dress falling away, showing off her sculpted leg, all the way up to her thigh. Holy shit. Who has legs like that! I bet they feel like velvet... STOP! I ain’t supposed to be thinkin’ about her like that. Ain’t supposed to be thinkin’ ‘bout how her legs would feel wrapped round my head, or how she’d taste or how she’d whine as I licked her... 

Holy fuck. I’m a lost cause. 

“I hope my reasons for being so late will excuse me and bring some joy to you and your men. You see, upon arriving in France, I had planned to stay in my hotel room until it was time for us to rendezvous. But upon reaching my hotel, I was informed that my room would only be ready for my occupancy two hours after my arrival. So, I sat at the bar and enjoyed some very tasty cognac, and was met with an opportunity. A German sturmbannfuhrer, a major, approached me and was very smitten with me. I decided I could use a little fun and indulged him with the intent of eventually luring him to bed where I would, of course, murder him brutally.” 

She paused only to take a drag of the cigarette she had just lit up, eyeing me up and down. 

“The bastard was a gentleman, in his own terms. Wanted to wine and dine me before doing the dirty. Took a bit longer than expected. At one point I had to endure an hour long conversation, or rather lecture, about why the Luftwaffe are superior in every way to the RAF. I could have shot myself then and there but then you boys wouldn’t have had the pleasure of knowing me” 

I saw the Lieutenant quirk his eyebrow at me, the same level of confusion shared between us. 

“I eventually got him to take me home. Nazi prick had his pants around his ankles when I slit his throat. I raided his kitchen for supplies and brought any medicine he had with me. I left a little message for his Nazi friends too. Cut his dick off and put it in his mouth.” 

She cackled. She looked maniacal. I could see the glint in her eyes that most of us Basterds had. And in that moment, I knew I had to have her. She was amazing, fucking spectacular. 

I heard Omar gulp when she shot him a look, winking at him and settling her eyes back on mine. 

“You scared Beasty?”

Nawh, more like highly aroused. 

I narrowed my eyes at her and went to look in the car. Sure enough, the back seat was filled with food, some male clothes and toiletries. 

“You steal his car, too?” I heard the Lieutenant ask her with an almost impressed tone to his voice. 

She just giggled and stood up, bowing in a grand gesture. 

Aldo looked her up and down and began clapping, shouting that, “this girlie deserves a round of applause!” 

And as everyone was applauding, I couldn’t help but look over at her again, admiring the proud smile on her delicate face. 

She was worth the wait. 

HUGO’S P.O.V: 

This woman. This woman who was so passionate about slaying Nazi scum, was to become a Basterd? No. That title would not do. She was an angel. 

Who would have thought this beautiful woman is capable of such things. She is more like a bunny than a killer. Hasi. Meine Hasi. Bunny. My Bunny. 

God has sent us wretched men His most perfect creation and I will cherish and protect her no matter what. She will be mine. She will be my joy in this world of hate. 

And as I approach Hasi, hoping I will show her how much adoration I already have for her through my eyes and next moves, I take her delicate hand and bring it to my lips. 

“Wilkommen, Hasi.” 

                                                           FIN

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This fiction is dedicated to @sergeant-donny-donowitz. Thank you for your wonderful works and good luck with your exams! 👍👍👍

The fanart does not belong to me but to his righteous creator and so are the characters from Inglourious Basters who are the property of Quentin Tarantino.

TW: violence and swearing.

Also, English is not my first language, so don’t be too harsh on me!

                                       Past hurts as a baseball bat...

Nantucket Island, autumn 1947.

After a long day of work, Hans Landa was eager to come back home. His job as an executive of the Nantucket Bank was exhausting. Oh, he did not complain: he had a comfortable house, a massive wage, a good job, and he was free.

Something he could not have afforded if he did not negotiate with the American general staff, that famous night of June 1944. In exchange for letting the Basterds taking down Hitler and his government.

The Basterds... Thinking of them made Hans wince with pain as he grazed his infamous scar. For two years, he had hidden under a wig this painful souvenir left by Lieutenant Raine.

Every night, he heard this low and threatening voice laced with the Tennessee accent :

“I'm gonna give you a little somethin' you can't take off.”

Then, this unbearable pain when he felt the knife carving his flesh until he was permanently cursed by his past. The Apache wanted to be sure he won’t get away so easily...

When he finally arrived home, the former SS sat on a chair and poured himself a glass of wine. This house seemed too big for him... but he did not complain about his loneliness for now. He even appreciated to be the only inhabitant of this place.

His glass in his hand, he got up and went to the living room when he took place in his armchair. He looked at the sunset with wonder: another day ended in his paradise when no one would ever hunt him down...

Suddenly, he heard a soft creaking that startled him. He asked:

“Who is there?”

No answer. Hans put his glass on the table and went to see where did come from the noise. But nobody was here. Reassured, the Nazi criminal took a book and started to read... 

He was reading for an hour and a half when he perceived a sound. Not a sound, but a feminine voice who whispered:

“Hans. Did you miss me?”

He jumped from his seat, scared to death: he recognized this voice. It belonged to the actress Bridget Von Hammersmark. This bitch who dared betray her country... But it is impossible: she is dead in France, when he strangled her at the premiere...

But he was sure he heard her voice. It could not be anyone else... Suddenly, he heard another voice who soughed:

“Do not dare forget your victims... They might come back to haunt you...”

The other voice was masculine, with a slight German accent. Hans trembled with fear: he was sure he heard the voice of Wilhelm Wicki. One of the Basterds who died during the standoff in this tavern. Where was it, already? Oh, yes: it was in the small village of Nadine... May he was hallucinating?

“Landa, did you think you could escape us?”

For sure, Landa thought he became crazy : he heard another voice from a deceased Basterd. This time, it belonged to Hugo Stiglitz, the one who murdered 13 S.S. officers. He died... Well, he was supposed to be dead with Wicki and Hicox in France...

“Looks like you’ve missed your chance, Colonel.”

Speak of the British spy, his voice ringed into Hans’ears. He grabbed his hair as he tried to convince himself that he is hallucinating. It was the only rational explanation...

As he tried to reason himself, Hans nearly lost his mind when he saw Bridget Von Hammersmark, Archie Hicox, Whihelm Wicki, and Hugo Stiglitz appearing in front of him. Their eyes shot deadly glares and their smiles were... predatory.

“It’s been a long time, Herr Colonel.”

Hans turned around and felt a pang of fear clutching his guts as he saw Smithson Utivich appearing next to him. The “Little man” smirked at him in a devilish way he never expects.

“Do you see that, guys? The terrifying colonel Hans Landa is shitting in his pants!”

Landa watched with horror as Hirschberg made his entrance in his living room. One of the youngest Basterds had a wicked smirk on his face that would scare anyone who would cross his path.

“Looks like you’ve seen a ghost!”

Near Hirschberg was Omar Ulmer, the soldier who slaughtered so many high-ranked officers during the premiere. The slight burns on his face proved that he survived his encounter with the Grim Reaper... 

“So, Jew Hunter, how does it feel to be trapped? Scary, ain’t cha?”

And as he expected, Aldo Raine appeared in his uniform, an arrogant smile on his lips and his knife at his belt.

“Did ya think we’ll forget? How stupid of you! Remember the last time we met, I gave you a little somethin’...”

Stuttering, Hans tried to negotiate:

“L... Listen: you can’t kill me. I made a deal with your general and I was amnestied!”

“Yeah, right. But, as you can guess, a Basterd’s work is never done. And we want to finish the job once for all!”

The other Basterds approved, with enthusiasm. Hans wanted to cry for help, but he quickly realized that no one would hear him. No one would rescue him tonight.

Resigned, he shrugged and asked:

“So, what do we do, now? If you want to kill me, I beg you to do it quickly!”

Aldo retorted with despise:

“Don’t cha dare thinking we would grant that wish? Oh no: for you, we saved a special treatment. A long and painful one...”

The Apache smirked and added:

“You pretend to be one of the best investigators of Europe, but I’mma pretty sure you did not notice someone is missing. Don’t worry, he’s coming for you...”

At the same time, Hans heard this infamous sound: a baseball bat slamming on the floor as if it was a countdown before his impending death. 

And under the applause of his fellow comrades, Donny Donowitz made his entrance, his bat firmly held. At his moment, Landa believed the “Bear Jew” was, in fact, a Golem sent by his victims to avenge them.

“Ready, Landa?”

The Bostonian accent sounded so scary from Donny’s voice that the Nazi was unable to speak.

“Ya know what? I don’t care... You’re on decks!”

And just before the bat collided with his face, Hans Landa thought that, no matter how hard he would try to erase the past and escape to the justice, the Basterds would have the last laugh on him. And tonight, they will dance on his grave...

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Inglourious Boyfriends - Alternate Ending - Part 2

Fandom: Inglourious Basterds (2009)

Pairing: Joshua Margolis (OC) x Lt. Aldo Raine

Word Count: 1433 (1667 With Post-Death)

Warnings: Angst, Death, Sad Aldo, TW Suicide, 

Notes: I Wanted To Post This Last Night But Tumblr Was A Bitch. Here.

Meanwhile, Aldo paced back and forth upstairs, waiting impatiently to see the soldiers and the love of his life, alive.

Donny was half-asleep on the bed at this point, sure that Joshua was able to take care of himself. He was jostled awake by a parade of various gunshots coming from the basement tavern, very easily coming from more than one gun."Shit- we gotta go check on 'em".

Aldo nodded, hands on his hips."Alright. I'll go first, Donny, you follow me. Hirschberg, stay on lookout with the others" he ordered, Hirschberg nodding obediently. Aldo gestured for Donny to follow him, making his way towards the door and opening it. He froze on the spot, hearing more gunshots- this time from a singular gun- fire at the bottom of the winding staircase.

"You, outside, who are you? British, American? What?" The unfamiliar, but terrified, voice asked, cocking his gun.

"We're American" Aldo called down in reply."What are you?".

"I'm a German, you idiot-" the voice called.

"Speak English pretty good for a German" Aldo commented, the voice calling up "I agree".

"So let’s talk" it added.

Aldo glanced to Donny, and back down the stairs."Okay, talk" he agreed, ready for a load of bullshit to be said.

"I'm a father. My baby was born today, in Frankfurt. Five hours ago. His name is Max; we were in here, drinking, celebrating, they're the ones that came in shooting and killing, it's not my fault!" He yelled.

"Okay! It wasn't yer fault" Aldo nodded, going along with him."What's yer name, soldier?".

"Wilhelm".

"Now, is there anybody alive on our side?" Aldo asked.

"No" Wilhelm shook his head.

"I'm alive!" A frantic, female voice suddenly called, sounding like she was in pain, followed by Wilhelm yelling angrily in German.

"Hammersmark" Donny breathed, barely above a whisper.

"Who's that?" Aldo asked, Wilhelm answering with another question; "is the girl on your side?"."Which girl?" He followed up, a weird feeling rising in his chest when he didn't hear Joshua's voice.

"Who do you think? Von Hammersmark" Wilhelm exclaimed.

"Yea, she's ours" Aldo sighed, Wilhelm ignoring his "is she okay?" To cuss Von Hammersmark out in German."Wilelm!" He called, to get the German soldier's attention back onto him, but he only heard Wilhelm yell at her.

"She's been shot!" Wilhelm finally complied, "but she's alive!".

Aldo thought for a moment, eyes darting around as he thought of an explanation as to why Joshua didn't call up to him. Any answer, except for one obvious one."Okay Wilhelm. What do y'say we make us a deal?".

"What's your name?" Wilhelm hesitantly asked, panting.

"Aldo" Aldo answered."Okay, Wilhelm, here's my deal; you let me and two of my men come down there and take the girl away. No guns, no guns me, no guns you! And we take the girl, and leave. It's that simple, Willie. You go yer way, we go ours. And little Max gets to grow up playing catch with his daddy. So, what do you say, Willie? We got us a deal?".

Wilhelm stayed silent for a few moments."Aldo?" He spoke up.

"I'm here, Willie".

"I want to trust you, but- but...but how can I?" Wilhelm stuttered.

Aldo glanced to Donny, then back down the stairs."What choice you got, son?" He asked, softly.

Donny put a hand on Aldo's shoulder, just as frightened that Joshua hadn't revealed himself yet.

Wilhelm took a deep breath."Okay, okay, Aldo, I'm gonna trust you. Come down".

Aldo turned to look at Donny."Stay at least a few steps behind me. I'm sure Joshy's just hiding" he whispered, staring his descent down the stairs. Aldo put his shaky hands up, slowly peaking out and looking at Wilhelm with a hopeful smile. He ducked back when he saw the gun in Wilhelm's hands."Hey, Willie, what's with the machine gun? I thought we had us a deal" Aldo complained.

"We still have a deal, now get the girl and go".

"Not so fast" Aldo showed his face for a second, "we only got a deal when we trust each other. And a Mexican standoff ain't trust".

"Whoa, whoa, you need guns on me for it to be a Mexican standoff" Wilhelm corrected.

"You got guns on us. You decide to shoot, we're dead. Up top, they got grenades. They drop 'em down here, yer dead. That's a Mexican standoff and that was not the deal" Aldo whined, pointing a finger at Wilhelm."No trust, no deal" he added.

"Wilhelm." Von Hammersmark pleaded, speaking to Wilhelm in German.

Wilhelm huffed in thought, his gun shaking in his hands as he looked down."Alright, Aldo. Fine" he gave in, standing up straight and putting the gun down on the counter."Just take the fucking traitor and and get her out of my sight" he snarled.

Aldo and Donny were about to go down the rest of the stairs, but stopped dead in their tracks when they heard a handful of gunshots.

"Oh thank fuck, that must be Joshua" Aldo let out a relieved sigh, peace washing over him.

Aldo came around and saw Von Hammersmark, shaking as she pointed a small gun at Wilhelm, who was now dead.

As was everyone else in the room, except for her.

"Woah, what the-- Josh? Joshy? Joshua Margolis, quit playin' games and come out right now!" Aldo called, looking around.

"Sir..." Donny spoke softly from behind him, gaze steady on the floor.

"Joshy? Joshua, it- it's me! C'mon out, yer safe now! Joshua?" Aldo ignored him, looking around."What the fu- JOSHUA!" He called.

"Lieutenant-".

"Quiet, Donny. Joshua!" Aldo cupped his hands around his mouth."Joshy, c'mon, dear, this isn't funny anymore!". He made the mistake of inching forward, toes of his boots softly hitting a body."What the-" Aldo arched a brow, making the second mistake of looking down at what Donny had his eyes fixed on.

On the floor in front of him, just as limp as everyone else in the room, lay Joshua Margolis’ corpse. An arm was reached out for the stairs, eyes wide open, mouth agape, like he was saying something as he died. His gun was only a foot or two away from him, by Donny's feet. Joshua was bleeding out, his blood oozing onto the tips of Aldo’s boots.

”No...” he breathed, eyes going wide.”No, no, no, no-“ Aldo repeated, getting down on one knee.”Josh. Joshy. Joshua, wake up, sweetie. Get up, Joshua, c’mon, g-get up-“ he urged, shaking the lifeless body before him.”Joshua! Getup right now, that’s an order from yer fuckin’ Lieutenant!” Aldo exclaimed, refusing to believe what was in front of his very eyes.”Joshua Margolis, get- get up, right now, y’hear me?”.

”Lieutenant-“.

”Shut UP, Donowitz!” Aldo’s voice boomed, as he continued to rattle Joshua’s body.”Joshua, baby, no, no, no. Joshy, come back to me...please, Josh, come on, we- we gotta do this together...Joshua...” Aldo stuttered, tears welling up in his eyes as they bore into Joshua’s glassy blue ones.”Joshua...” he called softly, scooping his love’s dead, bloodied body into his arms.“Joshua, baby, please...” Aldo sobbed, waterworks streaming down his face.

”A-Aldo...” Donny called.

”Sh-Shut up, Donny” Aldo hissed, holding Joshua’a body close to him.”It wasn’t supposed to end like this, it- it wasn’t supposed to” he told, now on both knees, wetting his clothes with the blood of his boyfriend.”We were supposed to defeat the Nazis together, Joshua. A- A team, a fucking team, Josh. What...What we’ve always been” he cried, tear droplets landing on Joshua’s pale face, no longer bearing the smile it always donned.“Joshua, we were supposed to end the war together...we were supposed to die together, d-dammit, Margolis you dumb righteous fuck...I should’ve said no, I should’ve said no, why didn’t I fucking say no?!” Aldo yelled, crying into Joshua’s shoulder.

Donny reached to put a hand on Aldo’s shoulder, but his Lieutenant swatted his hand away.

”I love you, Joshua, I love you, I fuckin’ love you, come back to me, baby. I love you so much, Joshua, why’d you- why’d you have to go and goddamn leave me, Margolis? We were supposed to do this with you, I- I was supposed to do this, with you fuckin’ with me, dammit, J-Joshy” he croaked, fingers curling into Josh’s uniform. Aldo slowly pulled away, pressing one, last kiss to Joshua’s cold lips.”I love you, Joshua Margolis. I’ll never fuckin’ forget you”.

*****

Donny and the other Basterds ended up dragging Aldo away from Joshua, and out the tavern. The rest of their plan went just as it had in the movie, but it was very obvious, the sudden demeanor change in the Lieutenant. He didn't speak as confidently, or with as much macho as he always had. Over the rest of the mission, he would find himself calling "Josh" "Joshy" or "Joshua" and turning, expecting to see his love, but to no avail. Though he tried to seem alright, and okay, and just fine, it was clear to the Basterds how much Aldo was struggling to keep his composure without Joshua.

Post-movie-ending, Aldo hauled his ass back to the tavern with Utivich to retrieve Joshua's body. Upon receiving it, their OSS General was able to help the three Basterds get back to America, specifically back to Maynardville, Tennessee. Aldo and Utivich held a small burial for Joshua, burying his body in the middle of the Margolis estate orchard. 

Although strictly unheard of, Aldo attempted to go on with his life, without Joshua. This was proven difficult, seeing as Josh and Aldo had planned for their lives to intertwine ever since they were kids. But one day, Aldo had enough.

On Christmas day, 1996, Lieutenant Aldo Raine committed suicide, alone in the Margolis estate orchard. He figured only then could he reunite with his beloved.

[indigosandviolets]

Hey can you write HC about how the basterds would take care of you if ur sick (or drunk)? Weird request lol

yes yes yes yes yessss. these are sick headcanons AND post-war, so it’s not like it’s a real struggle to find you anything

Aldo Raine

he does use modern medicine because he’s not an idiot, but he knows for a damn fact that sipping a splash of whiskey in a certain way is gonna do more for you than a whole bottle of cough syrup

“Like this?”

“Yes, like that.”

“Jesus, Aldo, that burns.”

“You coughin’ anymore?”

“...no.”

“Then it worked.”

this man has everything to treat a cold, including a passed down recipe for chicken and dumplings that he makes you for dinner

also there used to be this medicine that was around for a long time but got discontinued in the mid 90s i think? my mom used to have to take it and she said it tasted like shit but it worked and i totally think Aldo would give you something like that

“I know it tastes like shit, but it’s for a greater good, alright?”

“You’re so fucking lucky I love you.”

Donny Donowitz

this Boston Jew behaves exactly like his mother when you’re sick

“Hey hey- DON’T YOU MOVE, I GOT A COLD COMPRESS”

swear to god, this man has no fucking chill when it comes you being sick

he’s more aggressive than your white blood cells fighting your cold

he insists on doing practically everything for you

he also has a “drug bag”

the drug bag is just a mix of a fever reducer and different vitamins to help you get over your cold, not an actual drug bag

he may be an idiot, but he’s not stupid enough to actual have a drug bag

Hugo Stiglitz

Stiglitz is kind of a busy guy after the war, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t check in on you while you’re sick

“How are you doing?”

“Better.”

“I need a percentage.”

“Uh, 5%?”

“That isn’t shit, Y/N.”

he has a whole set up for you on the couch and already has all of your favorite books set up

he tries his best at cooking comfort foods, and it’s incredibly sweet because he usually doesn’t cook a lot

but he’s trying his damn best and that makes you feel a whole hell of a lot better

Wilhelm Wicki

Wicki is almost like a goddamn nurse he’s that good at this shit

honest to god, this man could be a fucking doctor if he wanted

“Ibuprofen for the headache, cold compress for the fever, ginger ale for the nausea, and a heated blanket for the chill.”

“How the hell are you so good at this?”

“Practice.”

any ailment, he can treat it and you’re better in like three days MAX

he doesn’t like you being sick and he does everything in his power to make it stop

Smithson Utivich

Utivich, as I have already stated, is a cuddle bug, so when you’re sick, he will stay in bed with you and take care of you the whole time

this man calls off of work and takes his own sick days so he can be with you during yours

(somehow he has the immune system of a god? like what the fuck)

he reads to you and it’s great because this boy has the BEST reading voice

“What do you want?”

“Hmm...Gatsby.”

“Y/N, baby, we’ve read Gatsby twice already. You cry every time.”

“And?”

“...alright.”

this boy loves you sick or not, and if you’re feeling better, he’s over the goddamn moon

Gerold Hirschberg

Hirschberg is a little bit of a mess when you’re sick (he’s a little bit of a mess all the time but that’s not the fucking point)

he’s running around the house all the time while making sure you’re okay

for some reason when you’re sick he decides to do all of the laundry, the dishes, and clean almost everything in one day

“Gerry, baby, you gotta stop.”

“Why?”

“You can’t wash the sheet while I’m in them.”

“Oh. Shit. Sorry.”

he does his damn best and he wears himself the fuck out

you’re surprised he doesn’t get sick from exhaustion but every time you sneeze, a “bless you” follows without fail

he cares so much and it’s messy but it’s alright

Omar Ulmer

let’s be honest, if you got sick, he’s gonna get sick

he’s got a weak ass immune system

so when you sneezed you both said “Shit” at the same time, cause you both know for a damn FACT he’s gonna get whatever you get

so that night you both take a shot of elderberry syrup(fun fact, this actually does help your immune system out!) and hope for the fucking best

“Omar, I love you, but we cannot sleep in the same bed.”

“Agreed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

low and behold, you’re sick, and when you wake up he’s already prepped with your breakfast and he is doing everything in his power to not get sick too