#Gerold Hirschberg

[warpedhound]

Some more Inglourious Dogs!

Andy Kagan - Silken Windhound

Gerold Hirschberg - American Staffordshire Terrier

Omar Ulmer - American English Coonhound

Smithson Utivich - Chinook

Hugo Stiglitz - Hanover Hound

[gaybearjew]

does gerold hirschberg know i love him

[ao3feed-harleyquinn]

60MS: Testosterone Boys and Harlequin Girls

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ITiSoDn by EFIL4NAMXOV It was supposed to be a simple rescue mission. Then Harley showed up. Words: 1514, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Inglourious Basterds (2009), DCU (Comics), BioShock Infinite Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Aldo Raine, Harley Quinn, Donny Donowitz, Omar Ulmer, Hugo Stiglitz, Archie Hicox, Gerold Hirschberg Additional Tags: Characters setting and plot decided at random, Written in an Hour read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ITiSoDn

[fictionkinfessions]

worldbuilding, huh? hm… okay, it’s not exactly worldbuilding since it’s technically in the screenplay, but here we go anyway.

for all his fucked up delights, gerold hirschberg was a good kid. my memories around operation kino are a little fuzzy, and i was definitely with ulmer in the theater, but there’s a bit in the script where hirschberg meets shosanna, and part of the direction is that he feels guilty, because he knows if he succeeds, this “cute french girl” would end up just as dead as everyone else. and she felt the same way about him. now, i can’t speak to how accurate it is for shosanna, but it hits hirschberg right on the head. he was a sweetheart, under all his brazen, early-twenties “i’ll never die, and if i do, i’ll take you down with me” bravado. i’m glad he ended up making it out alive, at least in my canon.

-donny donowitz (fictive)

[churchofgrini]

Hirshberg appreciation time

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

One Calm Night: Donny x Fem!Reader

Requested by @sodapop182 I'm so sorry it took so long to post things have been so hectic lately!

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************** 1944 ************** "Well shit, son, this is some good stuff," Aldo chuckled as he glanced over the label. It was in French, so he couldn't exactly read it, but he recognized the logo and colors. Donny nodded eagerly though he had a nervous smile, "Yeah I just hope Y/n likes it." Hugo smirked and Wicki smiled and said, "Well  even if she doesn't, she likes you enough." Donny shook his head as he packed away the wine and some pastries into a basket he was able to find. "Nah..." he cleared his throat and turned back around, "Does she?" Aldo rolled his eyes, "Pretty damn sure just about as much as you like her." They had never seen Donny smile as much as he did that moment. Wicki chuckled, "So quit worrying, Donny. Just go and be yourself!" "Well..." Hugo shrugged, "Maybe tone it down a bit." "What? Tone what down? By how much? I-" "That. She already said yes. Relax a little, son." Aldo chuckled as he pushed Donny out of the room, "Go get dressed." Meanwhile, you were  with Omar, and he was shaking his head, "The poor guy's losing his mind, take it easy on him." "Wh-I did nothing!" You laughed and Omar did too, "I know, I know. I think he just...hasn't been on a date in a long time. And, I don't think he's ever liked someone this much." "Well no pressure," you sighed and checked your hair in the one mirror in the hideout for the thirtieth time. You would have worn a dress, but the one dress you did have you used for disguises on   missions....so at this point it was too torn up to use for a genuine date. Besides, if anything happened while you were out, you had to be ready to come back and help the others. So, you had to settle for the least damaged shirt you had. It was a long sleeve blouse. It was emerald green, Donny's favorite color, coincidentially. You paired that with some high waisted pants that had only a few stitches holding it all together, and, you pretty much had to wear your usual boots. You did give them a good cleaning, though. You were all just doing your best. What else could you do? Meanwhile, Smitty and Hirschberg came back from a short mission. They had a few scalps for Aldo, and were a little happy that they were now ahead of everyone else in terms of paying off their debt to Aldo. And when they walked into the kitchen and saw some fancy looking wine and some treats, well, they couldn't help themselves. They downed about half of the bottle along with the pastries when they heard glass shatter behind them. "You're fucking kidding me." They turned around slowly, and saw Donny had dropped two glasses. It was then that they realized the wine and food was most likely for the date.... To be fair, they had been gone for a few days. And Donny talked about taking you out all the time, they didn't realize this was the time it would actually happen. Donny was standing looking shocked and, unfortunately for them, very angry. Hirschberg muttered, "Smitty, run. I'll distract him." "He'll take us both down, forget it. We'll just make him angrier..." "What the fuck's goin on out...aw shit." Aldo sighed, his hands at his hips as he shook his head. He knew even if they ran they wouldn't get very far, so the next best thing was to reason with Donny, "Now, look, son...They didn't know no better, they were gone! Them two boys are good kids, they didn't mean nothin' by it! You know they love Y/n, they don't mean nothin'! It's-" Then, Omar walked in with you. Donny turned around and when he saw you, he immediately stopped fuming. He even smiled a little, looking a lot calmer. "Y/n..." Aldo practically ordered, "Everyone out." Smitty, who felt a little guilty started to shake his head, wanting to explain to you he really didn't know, "But I-" "Now. Move. This is your savin' grace, boy." Aldo ushered the poor kid out along with a smirking Hirschberg. "Donny, you ready?" You asked, not really sure what was going on, and not really caring. You had been waiting for Donny to ask you out for a painfully long time. Since boot camp, really. He sighed, and lightly kicked a piece of glass to the side, "I had some stuff for us," he picked up what remained of the bottle of wine, "They beat us to it, kid." He had to chuckle a little. You giggled as you stood behind him and wrapped your arms around him, observing, "Well, it's still half full." He laughed, "You're right y'know!" He chuckled as he instead put a few rations of chocolate in the basket along with the half full bottle. The rations may or may not have been Smitty and Hirschberg’s, but that was a story for another day.  He turned around and swept you off your feet. "Ready?" You laughed, "Been ready for years, Don." He raised an eyebrow and grinned as he led you somewhere to the countryside. It was so quiet, the afternoon was so lovely, if you didn't know any better, you'd think there was no war. Just you and Donny. It was just as you'd dreamed of for so long, and you let him know that. You never thought you'd make him blush as much as you did, but that just made it even better. He was softer than he let on before. You always had your bet on that, but now you knew it for a fact. And you knew he was yours. You were both laying in some tall grass, looking up at the sky as a few grey clouds drifted between you and the stars slowly. It seemed to be the one calm night of the past year or so.

"Y/n?" Donny murmured with a smile, glancing at you. "Yeah Donny?" You turned to look at him. "I think I'm in love with you..." Any of the basterds could have told you that Donny loved you for a fact...for quite a while now. But, you didn't mind the wait. Things hadn't gone as planned, but hey, that happens sometimes. Especially when you're surrounded by basterds. You giggled a little, as he rested his hand on your cheek, and you admitted what you'd known for a long time, "I think I'm in love with you too..." The stars shone in his eyes, his shoulders loosened up as he heard the only words that could bring the sergeant some relief. He kissed you softly, living completely in the long awaited moment. Times were tough, you were all far from home, anything could go wrong at any time... But for that night, in that moment, Donny was completely content with life, now that he had you. And nothing could take that from him.

[indigosandviolets]

Hey could you do headcanons on what the basterds were like when their S/O was going through labor? Love your writing aaa!

here you go! fair thing i should mention, these are from the perspective of a person who has never given birth(hi, hello, that’s me!) , but have heard many a gory tale.

Aldo Raine

you and Aldo have three children. you are also an incredibly strong woman.

Aldo, being the Southern gentleman that he is, stayed with you the entire time and held your hand

you broke his hand, every single time

after the first time he kinda stopped caring about it

and when people would ask about it he would say, “My wife did that.”

then you would give him the look and he’d say, “Not in an abusive way, she’s in labor.” and you’d want to fucking die every time more than you currently did

but he’s already on top of shit when you’ve finished and i’m talking ON TOP OF SHIT

he’s got an order for your favorite food ready and on the way and he may or may not have snuck in a cooler that has your favorite drinks in it, as well as the first alcoholic beverages you’ve had in nine months

trust me, he’s on top of shit

Donny Donowitz

Donny isn’t...terrible, he just wasn’t...great

turns out, an ex-blood-thirsty-nazi-killer hates seeing people in pain when the people is you whose in pain

and it’s not like he can do anything about it and that pisses him off, so in the end he’s more frustrated than you are and that’s some fucking news to you

that pisses you off ‘cause he’s not allowed to be the one freaking out but whatever

he’s got his hand on your shoulder the whole time and you’re holding onto his wrist

Donny seriously hates you being in pain and he almost wants to fight the doctors for not giving you enough pain killer but you held him tight so he couldn’t

he’s better with you when Anja is born because when Art was born he was an absolute wreck

though he does climb into the hospital bed after and holds you and Art, and then when Anja is born you somehow fit art in there too

Hugo Stiglitz

so he was freaking out way more than he let on during the birth of your daughter Margret

like usual he didn’t say much, as he is a man of few words around people he doesn’t know, but when he heard Margret cry he tilted his head back and said “thank the fucking lord”

seriously, he’s a man of steel about his emotions until he gets to hold her

and you see a single tear slide down his cheek

“Hugo?”

“Shut up.”

“The hell did you just say?”

“Sorry.”

he was a lot calmer for Leon and Benjamin because that was a C-Section

he was waiting with water and some soup when you woke up (home made soup, might i add)

Wilhelm Wicki

so you and Wicki were totally prepped for when Stefan was born

until Stefan was born a week late

nothing to worry about, but you were just so sick of being pregnant that eventually you two just went to the hospital and said “Fucking really?”

Wicki was calm the entire time and it helped you out a lot

he’s calmer than the fucking doctors and that’s the worst part

especially when Stefan doesn’t cry when he’s born and he has to tell the doctors that he can literally see his son breathing and that there’s nothing to worry about

he cuts Stefan’s cord and when he’s handed over, that’s when he starts crying and Wicki has to look at the doctors with the “i fucking told you so” look

“How the hell do you know so much, Wil?”

“I think I read more than our doctors do.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right.”

Smithson Utivich

everything Smithson Utivich has learned from being an uncle to his sister’s kids and her telling him what it was like went out the fucking window when you went into labor

yeah, his sister was accurate on some shit, but not with him calming down while his wife is having fucking twins

it’s fine, though, but not really, but he stopped hyperventilating and now just has to worry about you hyperventilating but you’re both fine

once they’ve hooked you up on an epidural it’s a little bit better but you’re still in a lot of pain

he’s there the entire time. this man does not move from beside you and he has one arm around your shoulders and one hand in yours and he’s constantly saying reassuring words

the only time that changes is when he’s holding your first son Dov while Eli is busy being born but he’s still telling you as many reassuring things he can

once Eli was born you practically passed out but when you woke up you saw Smitty in the chair next to you holding both of your children, passed out

Gerold Hirschberg

i actually wrote this for the fight/make-up headcanons i wrote, so you can check those out here! (you’re gonna have to scroll down to Hirschberg, but it’s there, I promise!)

Omar Ulmer

Omar’s on top of fucking everything when your daughter Elizabeth is born

thing is, he didn’t need to be because they accidentally gave you the wrong epidural and you end up getting way more killer than you were supposed to

you were so drugged out that when anything happened you would laugh

so he’s there trying to get you to calm down, meanwhile you seeing him do to just makes you laugh even harder

everyone’s freaking out that you’re gonna laugh this baby out, which you find absolutely hilarious

so he decides ‘fuck it’ and just starts talking about stupid stuff to make you laugh

an expected eight hour ordeal turns into a four hour one

you did have to stay in the hospital until the drugs wore out of your system, but Omar did still tell you dumb stories that made you laugh a fun smile while you two held your newly born daughter

[multifandom--imagine]

Inglourious Basterds as Avengers

⁑ Aldo Raine – Captain America

⁑ Donny Donowitz – Hulk

⁑ Hugo Stigliz – Winter soldier

⁑ Smithson Utivich – Ant-man

⁑ Wilhelm Wicki – Hawkeye

⁑ Omar Ulmer – Star Lord

⁑ Gerold Hirschberg – Rocket the Racoon

⁑ Archie Hicox – Thor

[war-obsessed]

Blame - Chapter Zero; The mistake

"You're such an asshole Fredrick!" He loved it when she said his name like that. The way his name rolled off of her tongue, the way her French accent complimented the tones of his name, the french i, the way she swore. Everything about her was graceful, like a real French mademoiselle. 

"Colette!" His harsh voice called for her, harsh with that German accent of his that she so adored. She turned towards him, and opened her mouth to say something. Hesitation. Her mouth shut, as she thought for a few seconds, and opened it again. "I'm sorry Fredrick. If only you saw." A silence rested between the two. The silent was so known, homelike, so trusted, but meanwhile so hostile, angry and anxious. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to get totally wasted. And if you do mind, I literally do not care. Adieu Monsoir Fredrick!" She cheerfully waved at him, as she elegantly stomped out of the room. Only she could stomp elegantly, and he knew it.

"I really fucked up, didn't I?"

God, why did she, a French fucking citizen, working with the fucking Americans, have to fall in love with Fredrick Fucking Zoller.

To be continued? Is there interest for this?

Edit: There was, and I present to you; Chapter One; How it all begun | Chapter Two; Coffee

[lovingunderratedcharacters]

Inglourious Basterds: Their Reaction to The Reader Being A Woman in Disguise

Anon:  Hi there! Could you do an imagine where a new soldier joins the Basterds and they think they're actually a guy, but when they get hurt, the guys realize it's a girl in disguise? Sorry if this isn't really clear.

Aldo Raine: He is furious, absolutely furious. In part, it’s because he wasn’t able to figure it out when he prides himself on noticing details. But it’s also because he did not want you getting in harms way any more and he really didn’t think you’d blend in well with the other Basterds.

Donny Donowitz: Donny felt betrayed. It’s just that you lied to him, and he really thought of you as his close friend. He thought that you trusted him enough to tell him stuff. But obviously, you didn’t trust him nearly as much as he had hoped you did.

Archie Hicox: He wasn’t entirely shocked, to be honest. He kind of picked up on it early on, but he didn’t say anything. Simply out of respect for you, he stayed quiet and would, on occasion, help you keep the secret without you even knowing.

Hugo Stiglitz: He is a bit pissed, but it makes sense to him. He always thought you were a bit feminine, and he wasn’t entirely sure what made him think that. So it helped him to know that you are actually a woman, and it made him understand you a little bit better.

Wilhelm Wicki: He’s not upset so much as shocked. This wasn’t something he was expecting at all. So when he found out that you were a woman, he had to take a moment to understand what was going on. While he was shocked, he was more supportive than some of the other guys.

Omar Ulmer: Omar is confused, to say the least. He didn’t understand why you did this in the first place. It just doesn’t make sense to him why a woman would go through all the trouble to put herself in danger. So when this all goes down, he tries to stay away from you to keep out of trouble.

Smithson Utivich: He’s understanding, mainly because he’s pretty young and was planning on fudging his age on the documents to get in earlier. However, he realizes that it’s very different for you, so he supports you in what you did and defends you against the harshness of the others.

Gerold Hirshberg: He definitely hits on you as soon as he gets the chance, not really caring about what you’ve been through. He figures that you all have been through a lot of crap so he’s not all that worried about what you’ve done. It may be a bit naive but he doesn’t really care.

[pedroam-bang]

Chapter Four: “Operation Kino” - Inglourious Basterds (2009)

[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

Birthday Girl...

For the sweet @strudelcreme​ and @redrosewritingsstuff​

Hope you’ll enjoy!

This morning seemed like any other for Lieutenant Aldo Raine and his commando. Even if no two days were alike: if today they would have a quiet day, tomorrow they would no doubt be forced to face a German patrol.

The whole team had settled in an abandoned house and tried to rest a bit.

For her part, Y/N, the sole woman of the group, took her basket and got ready to leave:

"I'm going into town to do some shopping."

"Huh? Are you going to go alone?" asked Hirschberg.

The young woman smiled.

"Don't worry, Gerold: I won't be long. Besides, I know how to defend myself!"

"We trust you, Y/N."

Y/N turned on her heels and headed towards the small town below the forest.

This charming person was called Y/N L/N, and his presence within the Basterds could surprise more than one.

Indeed, the young woman was a teacher before the war, very popular with her students. Unfortunately, because she was born into a Sephardic Jewish family, the French authorities banned her from practising her profession. Since then, she discreetly helped resistance networks in France by giving information or deciphering messages.

Her encounter with the Basterds was different. 

While the Germans chased them, Utivitch and Sakowitz took refuge in the courtyard of her building. Y/N had made them come discreetly to her place.

To thank her for her help, the two Americans offered to come with them for her safety.

From that day on, she followed them on their missions and enabled them to create links between the Basterds and the resistance networks in France.

As the only woman in the group, she gets special attention from Lieutenant Raine's men.

And the latter are also entitled to small gestures of attention from (Y/N).

In particular, the young woman gave small gifts to her comrades for their birthdays.

These joyful moments, far from the torments of war, were an enchanted interlude for Aldo and his men.

Suddenly, Utivich wondered aloud:

"By the way, what day is today?"

"Good question! Wicki, can you look at your calendar?" asked Simon.

The Munich native took his calendar and flipped through it before answering:

"Today is the 8th. Why?"

Omar exclaimed:

"WHAT? We missed (Y/N)'s birthday!"

They all looked at each other in dismay: how could they have forgotten their friend's birthday?

"We couldn't have done that to her !" Michael panicked.

"Calm down, guys! (Y/N's) birthday is on the 10th!" reassured Wilhelm.

"Yes, but that means we have two days to do something!" Hugo pointed out.

"Considering the effort the lady puts into celebrating our birthdays, it would be fair to return the favour!" added Hicox, smoking his cigarette.

"And what do we do then?" asked Donny.

Aldo was thinking fast: what could they possibly do to celebrate (Y/N's) birthday? Deep down, he wanted to give her a memorable party: after all, wouldn't he do something to impress the one he secretly loved?

He had an idea:

"I think I have the solution! Come over here: you will all help me!"

The whole group gathered around their leader and listened carefully to his plan. Everyone agreed and immediately began to plan "Operation GREAT PARTY".

When Y/N returned from her trip to the market, she had no idea that her companions were preparing a surprise.

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Two days later.

(Y/N) felt her companions had been acting strangely for two days.

The young woman could see that the Basterds acted strangely in her presence: for example, they whispered to each other and stopped when she got close to them.

She had the unpleasant feeling that the group planned something and purposely left her out of the project.

There was nothing more frustrating for (Y/N): why all the secrecy? What were they up to?

No matter how hard she tried to catch snippets of information, she couldn't find out more.

Annoyed, the former teacher sent the message: because they didn't tell her what went on, everyone would suffer from her bad mood.

Aware that they had offended their friend, the Basterds hoped their surprise would be worth it.

In the late afternoon, as evening began to fall, (Y/N) found that she was alone... with Andy.

"Where the hell is everyone?"

"They're not far away, don't worry."

Unconvinced by the answer, (Y/N) shrugged.

"If they could come back in one piece, that would be nice. Ah, and let the ENTIRE team know when we do an operation!"

Andy pursed his lips: he wanted to tell (Y/N) everything, but he shouldn't spoil the surprise.

Luckily for him, Wicki arrived:

"(Y/N), Kagan, get ready: lieutenant Raine needs us all for a special operation!"

"Really? What's going on?"

"It's about infiltrating a social event where many Nazi dignitaries will be present. You'd have to go, (Y/N)."

"But why wasn't I told before?"

"The lieutenant needed to check that nothing would endanger you before he told you everything. He knows it pissed you off, but it was a necessary evil."

The young woman nodded before asking:

"And how do I get there?"

Wilhelm handed her a box:

"Our friends in the French Resistance have provided us with an evening dress, shoes and a set of jewellery for you. They also gave us a box of make-up. Go and get ready: Andy and I will take care of the rest!"

As (Y/N) retreated inside the house, Andy turned to his friend:

"Is everything ready?"

"Yes: I've even got your suit!"

"Great! I can change my clothes!"

The two men got dressed and found themselves looking smart.

"By the way, did you see what (Y/N)'s outfit looked like?"

"No, and neither did the others. We're saving the surprise for ourselves!"

Meanwhile, the young woman finished getting ready. When she saw herself in the mirror, (Y/N) almost didn't recognise herself: it's funny how changing clothes changes people!

When she came out of the house, Andy and Wilhelm were amazed: (Y/N) was wearing a beautiful pink silk off-shoulder dress and a pair of pearly white high-heeled shoes.

The young woman had put a delicate pink shawl around her shoulders to match her dress. 

She also wore a lovely silver pearl necklace around her neck, delicate earrings sparkled in her ears, a silver bracelet delicately encircled her wrist, and a silver rose ring encrusted with diamonds. She wore a beautiful flower brooch in her impeccably coiffed hair.

Seeing the reaction of her friends, (Y/N) asked:

"So, what do you think?"

"You look beautiful!"

"Thanks, guys."

"Come on: we have to join the others."

The trio walked towards an elegant black car.

"I see we're paying attention to detail..." smiled (Y/N).

"We weren't going to show up at the party with our old pickup. Come on, get in the back!" said Wilhelm.

Shortly afterwards, the car drove to the meeting place.

Sitting in the back seat, the young woman looked out the window dreamily.

She felt like a princess or a Hollywood actress on her way to a gala.

But (Y/N) reminded herself to stay focused: they were on a mission, and this was no time for daydreaming!

After a few minutes of driving, the car stopped in front of a fancy house.

Wilhelm rushed to open the door:

"After you, Mademoiselle..."

"How pampered I am! Why so much attention?"

"Why not? You've got to fit the part..." said Andy as they climbed the steps to the stoop.

"The part? But what role?" asked (Y/N).

"The most important role... The queen of the evening!"

The doors to the living room opened, and (Y/N) discovered that the entire cast of the Basterds was already there, along with the members of the French résistance network called "The Freed Crows."

"SURPRISE!"

(Y/N) gasped.

"But what are you doing all here? What about the mission?"

"Girl, ya remember what's the date today, or nah?" asked Donny.

"The date... OH, HOLY COW!" exclaimed the young woman.

Utivich said:

"Alright, fellas! Let's start the celebrations! One, two, three!"

And all the Basterds sang:

"Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you, cute (Y/N)!

Happy birthday to you!"

The young teacher laughed.

"I can't believe you remember my birthday!"

"You remember our birthdays: it would be rude not remembering yours!" explained Hirschberg.

"And since we all love you, we thought it would be great to make you the princess of the day!" explained Michael.

"Not the princess, the queen of the day!" corrected Michèle, a French resistance fighter.

"The meal is ready!" announced Jules, the cook.

Perfect! In that case, let's go to the table!"

The meal was an enchanted interlude in the richly decorated dining room, with elegant golden tableware.

And the food was as good as any dinner served in an aristocratic home.

When Hugo asked where they had taken the food, Peter replied with a wink:

"Let's just say we borrowed it from a fine gourmet German lieutenant!"

As for (Y/N), she was still struggling to realise what was happening to her: yesterday, she was walking in the cold and mud, and today she was wearing a beautiful dress and having dinner in an elegant house with her friends.

She had received small gifts from her friends: a bracelet, a watch, and a gun!

Then one of the guests turned on the record player, and swinging music filled the room, much to the delight of the others.

"Come on, everybody: let's get up and dance!" exclaimed André, one of the French resistance fighters, joyfully.

No sooner had he finished his sentence that the dining room changed into a ballroom.

Everyone was swaying and laughing - even Hugo did a few dance steps with Sophie, the charming Resistance nurse.

As for Y/N, she twirled and danced among the guests, enjoying every second.

Suddenly, large hands took her gently by the waist, and a voice with a Tennessee accent said:

"Who would dare let a pretty lady dance alone?" 

The young woman smiled:

"Are you always so charming, Lieutenant Raine?"

"Only with the ones who deserve it!" replied Aldo, a smirk on his face.

Despite his confident attitude, Aldo the Apache felt his knees would fail him: he found (Y/N) beautiful, but now... She looked like a Hollywood actress! 

If only they weren't so different, maybe he could try his luck. But what could a redneck moonshiner from Maynardville offer a cultured and elegant schoolteacher from Paris?

But maybe tonight, things would be different.

Gathering his courage, Aldo asked:

"(Y/N), will you dance with me?"

"Of course!" replied the young woman, taking Lieutenant Raine's hand.

And the duo took to the dance floor under the delighted eyes of the other guests.

Throughout the dance, Aldo and (Y/N) were entwined, not letting go of each other's hands for a moment.

For the young teacher, it was a moment that seemed unreal: she was dancing with Aldo Raine!

The man for whom she felt admiration (and more) had invited her to dance. And he had even complimented her!

She suspected he was behind this surprise birthday party: the man liked to do things in a big way. But was it to impress her?

Suddenly she felt Aldo's hand gently brush her neck. Curious, she touched her throat and felt a necklace pass around her neck.

"Happy birthday, (Y/N)."

She gently picked up the pendant and saw that it was rose-shaped. Below the rose was an elegantly carved banner with a message written on it, but it was upside down, so she could not read it.

"What is written on the banner?"

"It says Only Yours. That's because I am: yours only."

The young woman gasped at this before a broad smile lit up her face. She rose on tiptoe and gave Aldo a quick kiss on the lips.

This gesture surprised Lieutenant Raine: he did not think he would be allowed to kiss Y/N's lips.

His signature smile appeared on his lips and said:

"Damn, girl: this is not how I imagined the next part."

"How did you imagine it?"

The American soldier massaged the back of his neck, a little embarrassed:

"Well, I imagined kissing you first and telling you I love you. But you were faster than me!"

The teacher felt her cheeks turn pink: she was pleased to find that he reciprocated her feelings.

She moved closer to Aldo and said:

"As far as the kiss is concerned, you can always catch up."

"Aye, milady!" replied the Apache, who gently took (Y/N's) face in his hands and kissed her to the shouts of joy and applause of the Basterds and the French resistance fighters.

"WELL DONE, LIEUTENANT!" joked Donny.

For (Y/N), there was no doubt: this was the best birthday ever!

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

Take care of you! 😍🥰😘

[ao3feed-harleyquinn]

60MS: Testosterone Boys and Harlequin Girls

by EFIL4NAMXOV It was supposed to be a simple rescue mission. Then Harley showed up. Words: 1514, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Inglourious Basterds (2009), DCU (Comics), BioShock Infinite Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Aldo Raine, Harley Quinn, Donny Donowitz, Omar Ulmer, Hugo Stiglitz, Archie Hicox, Gerold Hirschberg Additional Tags: Characters setting and plot decided at random, Written in an Hour via https://ift.tt/ITiSoDn

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

Reasons (Donny x Fem!Reader)

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*TW: Single mother, war/violence

Requested by @redrosewritingsstuff

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You'd been working with the basterds for a while now as a nurse, though you were an agent for the MI6 once. There was a botched mission, and in order to keep yourself alive, you had to leave the MI6. But, your department also happened to owe a favor to the OSS. For all intents and purposes you were considered a ghost. You did not exist in either organizations' paper work. Anything that could hint at your transfer was heavily redacted. Your aliases and IDs were burned, and you were on your way. You stayed behind the scenes as much as possible. Your mission was now  to be the basterds' saving grace.  

You didn't talk much, but you weren't quite on the same level as Hugo. But, if any of the basterds could get you to laugh a little, it was Donny.

You were sitting on your own, looking intently at a locket, enclosed in your fist. Donny sat by you, "What'cha got there?" You looked away for a moment, smiling, but shook your head.

Donny's voice was softer when he noticed the locket. To him, (and most people) a locket like that meant there was already someone out there with your heart. He respected that, but he couldn't take seeing you upset. "Shoulda guessed." He chuckled, trying to soften you up a bit. "He got a name?" You shook your head, smiling a little. You were amused. "No. It's not like that." You didn't say anything else, and for once, Donny didn't either. You just sat there together, and he wondered what that meant. In war, most of the possibilities were grim. *********** Time went by, you marched through the forest with the basterds, near the edge of a village. Things had been too quiet lately, especially knowing there was a patrol you had been looking for. You found them, as you always did. The nazis had cornered a family, threatening the life of a child, who was maybe three or four years old. You heard the mother's screams, saw the father being beaten. You didn't think twice, you jumped in between them all, blowing your own cover and that of the basterds. You acted while the boys still hadn't realized what was happening. You were nearly killed, but Donny and Hugo rushed in to help. In the end, you saved the family. Aldo had the nazi scalps to prove it. But, he wasn't happy. You had jumped in without a loaded gun, and no knife. You were the nurse, but you were also a basterd. You could not be replaced. None of them could. "Of all the stupid, wreckless shit I seen done by soldiers, this is damn near at the top of the list. And if there's one thing we ain't need way out here, L/N, it's goddamn impulsiveness." You sighed, lowered your head, and rested your hands against a dusty table top in your hideout. He was right. But you couldn't help it. You had to save that family. That kid had a whole life ahead. You couldn't stand by and wait for Aldo’s orders. Aldo sighed, knowing perhaps he had been a little too hard. After all, you did save a family, as the basterds should, granted, you could have been a little more prepared. "Y/n, there ain't many nurses out here we can trust. We lose you, we lose any chance of us makin' it to the end. Y'understand?" "Perfectly." You murmured, still not fully willing to analyze what had happened that day. *****

Not long after, you were all sharing a drink together in your hideout. After everyone had gone to bed, you hung around on your own, with your locket in your hand. "Y/n?" You needed to say it. You didn't know why. You didn't care if you sounded like a coward, or like a cliche. "I've got to get home, Donny." Donny was caught off guard. From what he knew, you were one of the best basterds. It never crossed his mind that you'd ever say something like that. But he understood. You were all only human, at the end of the day. "We all do, kid." You were silent again, and he said, "If it's about today...you did what anyone would have done. Aldo didn't mean it. We just can't afford to lose ya. We lost Andy, Simon, and Michael. We can't lose any more basterds. That's all he meant by it." You shook your head, "You don't understand..." "Let me." His hand rested on yours, and he looked into your eyes. "He was just a baby, Donny. Three, maybe four at most. What was I supposed to do?" "Y/n." He kept his voice low, warning with his eyes that there were unkind ears around. But, he was also trying to calm you. "You did the right thing." You sighed, your grip around the locket loosened, and you set it on the table. "Go ahead." Donny raised his eyebrow for a moment, then reached for the locket. The moment he looked at the tiny, oval, black and white photograph, his heart broke. It was a picture of a baby. "She'll be four years old in a month." You smiled softly, though your heart was breaking, "She ain't seen me since. This is the only picture of Abby that I have. If I go back at all...she won't remember me." "What? No! Y/n, don't say that, she will! She's...your..." Donny was still processing it, but he managed to say, "You're a fucking hero, Y/n. You're unforgettable..." Donny meant every word. "How can I be when I was never there for her at all? They took her from me, they said I was an unfit mother." You looked down, "I was young. I wasn't married. Her father was killed in the Pacific, he never had a chance to know. I had nothing. Our town was bombed, I couldn't take care of her the way she needed. I couldn't keep her safe, Donny." You looked at him with teary eyes and he shook  his head, "Hey, don't say that," as he wrapped his hands around your shoulders. "You did keep her safe. You did the hardest thing a mother could do! She's safe because of that. She's waiting for you. You'll get her back. I'll make sure. I promise." "Don't say things you don't mean." "I don't." When you looked at him you knew he meant that. You couldn't help but cry into his shoulder, and he didn't mind. As the years went on, you became closer to all the basterds, but in Donny you confided the most. You realized then, it was because  you loved him the most. It was 1945 now. Wicki and Hugo had been hurt. Bridget hardly had any hope in any of the basterds, but she asked if any of them could speak a language other than English. You spoke Italian. (A lot better than Aldo did, at least.) Donny turned around. He was going to volunteer himself. He didn't want to lose you. He couldn't imagine a life without you. He couldn't lose you, and he knew he wasn't the only one. "Y/n, you can't." "It's the only way, Donny." "No, it's not." "You promised," you didn't have to remind him. You were their only clear chance at pulling off the Italian charade. If the basterds failed operation Kino, the war would go on, maybe even for years. Donny knew that. He knew how much was at stake. So the mission went on. You went with him, Bridget, Omar, and Aldo to the cinema. Things didn't go as planned, but with the basterds, they never really did. "Donny. Don't do this." He looked at you with wide eyes, his  voice was soft for a moment, "I'm sorry, Y/n." At the very last second, he locked you out of the theater. You pushed against the door as Donny gripped it, "Y/n don't make this harder than it has to be." "Donny let me in." "You know I can't do that." He looked you in the eyes, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. "Don't..." You couldn't say goodbye either. "Donny don't do this." "I promised." He pushed you and locked the door as he ran back through the inferno to find Omar. When smoke rose to the sky and ash and glass covered the street, you thought it was the last you'd ever see of Donny. But it was only the beginning. When you gave up, you tried to force back tears as your knees grew weak. Then you saw the impossible. Omar and Donny limped out together. "Donny!? Omar!" "Promised I'd make sure, didn't I?" He chuckled as he sat down by you, as the three of you watched the war end right before your eyes. ***** Donny couldn't wait to see his family, but he figured he'd waited so long, he could wait just a little longer. It was the day the basterds were receiving the medal of honor, but Donny was standing with you in a train station somewhere in the countryside of England. He refused to be there if Hans Landa was receiving the medal of honor. Hugo was 100% planning a million ways to get rid of Hans, and a million more to get away with it, but...well, once a basterd, always a basterd. 

 Anyway, Donny figured he'd get his in the mail, though he did hope his little brother didn't open it before he got home. You wouldn't get one at all, because, well, for all intents and purposes, you were a "ghost,". You didn't mind. You didn't care for crowds.

Besides, you just couldn't wait another day. You called in every favor you could to make this happen. Donny was there for you every step of the way, just like he said he would be.  

This should have been goodbye. You were all flown from France to Britain when some of the injured basterds had healed enough. From there, they'd go to Washington D.C for the ceremony, even Archie and Bridget were going. After that, they would all go home. Hirschberg hadn't really thought things through and asked, "What could be more important than a medal of honor right now?" He figured you could at least be there one last time for them. He wasn't really that good at saying goodbye. He never had been. Omar rolled his eyed, and "Dumbass." "What?!" Hirschberg turned in confusion, and Smitty said, "Her kid, that's what!" "Ohhh..." He nodded, finally realizing as he hugged you. "At least promise to visit?" "I will," You smiled. You figured you could make it to a basterd reunion every once in a while. Besides, you'd already promised all the other basterds you would. You watched them all go. Then it was just you and Donny. He looked around excitedly at the city, "Where we headin', kid?" He grinned in excitement. There was not a hint of regret. He really wanted to stay by your side no matter what, and it broke your heart to love a man so much. He'd have to go eventually... "I thought you were just going to stay to say goodbye..." "Well....I could walk you to the train station!" You smiled, "But you have a flight at noon!" "Ah, I can just run back." He shrugged, "Come on, doll." He walked you to the train station, but then convinced you he could stay with you till you got to the country side. He convinced himself he'd just fly home some other day.

**** He looked around at the blue sky, the fluffy white clouds scattered. The incessant hum of overhead planes and military engines was replaced by the chirps of birds and wind in the trees. "Thought England's always gray and rainy," he laughed, and you said, "Not always," You smiled, but your breath escaped your reach,   "Not now..." You saw her.  You walked toward her, through the crowd. She wasn't the tiny baby you had to give up years ago, but she was still your little girl. You knew that smile anywhere. She saw you before the social worker did. "Mama!" The tiny toddler ran to you before you could even process it all. How she knew you? Well, you'd later find out she slept with a picture of you under her pillow. That picture and a teddy bear you gave her when she was a day old were the only things in the world she could call her own. "Y/n?" Meanwhile, Donny turned around searching for you. He ran through the crowd, and slowed down, and walked with a smile when he figured out what had happened. Abby was basically a tiny version of you, though her eyes were a different color than yours, they had the same light in them. Donny had told himself he wouldn't stay. You had a family to care of. You had a whole life in England. He had a life to get back to in Boston, too. He told himself that for years. It had some truth to it, but you quickly became his world when there were days the sun refused to shine. But, now that the war was over, how could he forget all that you were to him? Just like that? He told himself he'd just walk you to the station. Then he told himself he'd just stay for the train ride, remembering England being nice on the brief time he had been there before being sent to France. But now that it was time to go, he was out of excuses. "Donny, this is Abby. Abby, this is Donny." Abby giggled and saluted him, like she'd seen so many do on newsreels. Donny laughed as he saluted her back, "Cutest soldier you got there, Y/n." You chuckled as you picked Abby up, never wanting to let go, though you realized you couldn't let go of Donny's hand either. "Miss L/n." The social worker waited with a patient smile with a stack of papers. "RIght then," You explained to Abby you would only be a minute, then looked to Donny. You didn't even have to ask. He was a natural, after all, he had  a little brother and plenty of little cousins. He had Abby laughing and takling in no time while you signed the papers.

"Donny..." He was sitting on the ground with Abby sitting by him, watching the trains go by as he told her a story that had her laughing and your heart melting. He looked up at you, and his heart felt heavy. He was out of excuses to stay. "Would you like to come over for tea?" You smiled as you picked Abby up. "Tea?" He was caught off guard for a moment, but he smiled and nodded. It was a long trip back to London. Even longer counting the cab ride to your place. The war had gone by in a moment with you by his side, but he wondered, what was wartime to a lifetime with you? "That would be nice," He smiled, taking your hand, seeing a lifetime in your eyes. London, Boston, it didn't matter. In that moment, he knew if he went he would never run out of excuses to stay. You and Abby were all the reasons he ever needed.

[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

[war-obsessed]

Blame - Chapter One; How it all begun

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

Song: I Forgot Your Name (But I Like You) - Two Year Vacation

German speaking will be in bold

All other speaking will be French unless mentioned otherwise.

1941, in occupied Paris, France

The moment her eyes caught a glimpse of him in the very corner of her eye, her attention was drawn towards this young, attractive man. Her eyes moved towards him, from the other side of the street, sitting on a terrace, following his movements for a brief moment, fiddling with the pencil in her hand. She was quite impressed by this man. She couldn't for the life of her remember when was the last time she felt impressed when first seeing someone. Though that enthusiasm took quite a blow when her eyes fell on his uniform. She wasn't even surprised. She knew everybody in and around Paris, so a new one was always a fucking Nazi.

Most of them only followed orders, just like the American, British, Canadian and French soldiers did. Most of them had nothing to do with the mass elimination of jews. And she felt that. She felt that this wasn't one of them. He looked modest, but not too modest. He had confidence, but wasn't egocentric. He was perfectly balanced, like a gift from God, besides the fact that she didn't believe in a god. When his head turned, their eyes met. She could see from across the street where she was standing, that he had dark, hazel like eyes. They looked bright and shining, and god, where they the prettiest things she had ever seen. She turned her grey eyes away from him, a smile curling up her lips. She caught his eye, and the feeling that maybe she wasn't invisible after all made her feel good. She sipped from the coffee in front of her, and lit another cigarette. She took a slow inhale from it, as her eyes went looking for the young man, but he disappeared from sight. She cursed a soft "Merde.", and took another long puff from the cigarette. It didn't matter anyways. She had way more important things to do than think about this man. Or at least, she could pretend as if she had more important things to do. Either way, she didn't have time -or wanted- to think about this man. She grabbed her notebook, and quickly jammed some things down. She nonchalantly and elegantly chugged her coffee. She was done here, for now at least. There was nothing else to see. She took another big, deep huff from her cigarette, finishing it. She packed her things, and was about to leave, when his face appeared in her vision again. If only she'd been patient, she'd still be sipping on that coffee, looking at him. But she convinced herself she didn't have time for that. She hastily walked across the street, needing to pass the man. Whatever you do, do not look at him. She kept her eyes to her shoes, or anywhere else that wasn't his face, really. She sped up her pace slightly, and immediately regretted that choice when she tripped over a loose stone in the pavement. Her bag slipped out of her hand, as her face fell to the ground. She was able to take the hit quite well, and caught herself on her hands. For a moment she was dazed, laying there on te ground, until she heard a voice. It was harsh, but soft and caring at the same time. A slight German accent, speaking clear French. 

"Are you alright, mademoiselle?" She looked up, met his eyes, and internally died. It was him. She prayed for the ground to consume her right there, but her prayers remained unanswered. She got onto her knees, still slightly dazed. She patted the dirt off of her skirt. "I'm fine, thank you monsieur." Her eyes connected with his, as he reached out a hand towards her. She convinced herself she was calm, and nothing was going on, but her mind ran wild. Was this a movie? She carefully put her slim hand into his rough ones. He gently helped her up, and went to collect her bag. "Oh no, monsieur, please, I have bothered you enough." The young man shook his head, and grabbed her bag and some papers that had spilled out. He carefully handed them towards her, and she placed them back in the bag. As her eyes scanned if everything was still in it, his voice demanded for her attention. "May I ask your name, madame?" He looked down towards her grey eyes, which met his. "Colette." The way her own name could roll off of her own tongue as beautiful as that amazed him. "And what about yours, monsieur?" The way she spoke put a spell on his mind, the beautifully pure accent leaving goosebumps on his skin. "Fredrick. Fredrick Zoller." "Fredrick" She repeated, though his sounded like the rough German name it was, with a rough and short i, hers sounded like a love song, soft and tender, with an high i. Their eyes stayed locked for a moment. "I noticed you looking at me." He had a malicious kind of smile on his face, feeling like he did something fantastic. "Ah- yes. I know all the people around here, and I didn't recognize you. Which makes me to believe you're new." A grin formed on her face as she spoke. "Correct. I only got here today."  She took a quick look at the watch around her wrist, and spoke. "Excuse-moi monsieur, but I have to go." He gently smiled, and nodded. "Have a nice day, madame." The way he looked at her made her feel weird, but in a good way. "Have a nice day, monsieur." She started to walk away, her shoes clicking on the stones. Her head turned towards him. "Maybe we'll meet again." A smile appeared on her face, as she continued to walk off.

She closed the door of her house behind her, and let out a deep sigh, before sliding down against the back of it. She hated talking to German soldiers, especially when they invaded their language like that. She could just speak German with them, but they always had to show off. She rolled her eyes at the thought of it, before getting up. A deep sigh left her mouth, as she looked at the envelopes she had accidentally managed to sit on. She was surprised she even got letters at this point. She opened one, and immediately recognized the letter. "Fucking Americans really are stupid aren't they?" She mumbled the words to herself as unfolded the letter. Imagine if the Germans did a house searching while she was gone? Imagine if they found that very letter on the little carpet in the little hallway, opened it, and realized she was working with the allies? They'd be hearing from her. She read the letter, and realized it was a standard letter that expressed gratefulness towards her. Connerie, as she liked to call it in French. The other letter wasn't anything important either, and she tossed both. She'd get rid of the American's letter later. Now, all she wanted to do was write her daily piece for the newspaper, get some long overdue stuff done, and take a nap. 

The sounds her typewriter made were pleasing, the ticking of the letters hitting the screen, the ping after each finished line. As more and more text appeared on the paper. She wrote a daily column about what she saw during the war. Each day she'd sit at the little coffeeshop, at the same table, either inside or outside, looking at what happened. She'd then write it into an article. Though at the beginning she was still free in writing, after getting threatened by Germans several time, she watched her words carefully. As her writing became more Nazi-friendly, quite a few Germans started reading the columns, and she was often requested to write in German. So often, that she'd actually started writing the column in German too. Instead of a half page, she now took up a whole page, though sometimes less, depending on how interesting that day had been. Today was definitely a whole page kind of day. And while she was at it, she might as well just slightly kiss the German's ass. Rather talk good about a German and be spared and get to keep your column, than talk neutrally and get the column taken from you. She soon finished, and started writing the German version. That too was finished faster than she thought, and as she proofread it, she was happy with the results. This was her first draft that didn't contain any mistakes, and for a moment she felt proud. She let the ink dry as she laid the two sheets of paper on her desk, and went towards her bedroom. She opened the window, letting some fresh, cool air in. She made the bed, and threw her pajamas into the laundry bin. She'd wash the laundry sometime later, but not now. For a moment, she took in how damned lucky she was. There weren't many people in Paris in these times that could say they owned a beautiful house, close to the centrum but still intimate and quiet. Or that they owned a typewriter. Or that they had money enough to get a proper meal on the table, to order a coffee every day at exactly eleven in the morning, to be able to live life as it's meant to be. With a bit of cheating of course, and a bit of help from the allies. But she realized she was one lucky woman. 

With a slight smile she left the living room, and picked up the two sheets of paper. She proofread them both once more, just to be sure, and then left the house. She greeted people she came across like always, on her way to the publisher. She looked on her watch, and she was just in time. Two-thirty. The door was already open, and when she entered, she saw the Germans decided to check up again. Every two weeks it was the same story. Four Germans came to inspect the whole building, paperwork, and past published papers. She walked past one that waited in the lobby, blocking the stairs, and greeted him. "Madame Colette?" She heard the voice from above her, and when she looked up, she saw the soldier from before standing there. "Monsieur Zoller?" She looked at him with a look of confusion. He walked down the stairs as her grey eyes followed him. "I know you said that we might meet again soon, but I didn't expect it to be this soon." He slightly grinned, and she smiled back. "I write for the newspaper. I'm always here around this time." She continued to walk down the hallway, and turned to a door on her left. "Monsieur Durand?" She opened the door slightly, and was welcomed by the face of monsieur Durand. "Colette! I was starting to worry you weren't going to show up in time." She smiled at the director. "I've never been late- well, besides that time those German officers insisted on reading what I had written- but that's an exception!" They both laughed, and she turned to Zoller. "Monsieur Durand, I'd like you to meet the star of tomorrow's column, Fredrick Zoller." Durand shook Fredrick's hand, and greeted him. She handed Durand her draft, and he read it. "Colette, I have to compliment you. Each and every single day you improve, and you manage to surprise me." She just nodded. "Thank you, monsieur." 

As she left, Fredrick went after her. "You write columns?" She chuckled. "Yeah, I write a column. Have been doing it since the war started." A smile formed on her face as she was honored with his genuine interest. "What's it called?" Her smile grew. "Read the paper tomorrow, you'll find out." She sped up her pace, and left him in the lobby, stunned. "How is she so mysterious, so graceful, and so luring at the same time." "What?" He looked at the soldier besides him, who was looking at him like he just told him he was a jew. "Oh- Nothing. Nothing."

As soon as her door shut, a screech left her mouth. "He thinks I'm improving!" She cheered happily, and couldn't help but kiss her typewriter. "I wouldn't know what to do without you." Maybe Durand would higher her salary? That would be fantastic! Or maybe, he'd let her publish the book she was working on! She was as happy as ever. She looked at the picture of her father that stood in a frame on the desk. "I told you I could do it. If only you were here to see." That broke her confidence and happiness. "Shouldn't have thought of him, stupid." She threw herself onto the bed. She had written all night yesterday, in the candle lit room, and now all she wanted was a nap. She was a lot more tired than she wanted to admit, but before she even really realised, she was already fast asleep.

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