#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

[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

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)

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Good Shabbos everyone!

[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.

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

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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

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Midcentury Basterds… digitalized! (Featuring me and the wonderful @wweskywalker’s self inserts!)

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Run to you...

For the sweet @strudelcreme​ 💌

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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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