#donny donowitz x oc

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A proper lady.

Donny Donowitz x OC

Written with the help of @saltynametag !

Warnings: none! Just a bit of tention :) (and a fascist perv)

English is not my first language (I'm from pizza country) so have pity of me q-q

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Mariangela was in disbelief.

They made her come down all the way for her dear Apennines and abandon her beloved brigade, put her on a train full of fascists for two full days and made her walk for four more, only for her to end up in Bumfuck Nowhere, France. And for what?

To join a platoon of disorganized degenerates, infiltrating swanky Nazi parties for intel?

Not exactly what she pictured when she got the letter from the US army... “fight the Nazi forces”, yeah right.

At least they didn’t touch her explosives, still safely tucked away in her suitcase. She looked at her reflection in the mirror; an expensive dress, silk maybe? Fuck if she knew, it was a gift, courtesy of the American government. She touched the delicate necklace hanging from her strong peasant neck, grimacing at the scars on her hands and face. She struggled with the eyebrow pencil, carefully drawing where her brows had been singed.

Everyone would know; these fancy things didn’t belong to her.

A knock on the door startled her,

“Y’done in ‘ere, miss?”, Aldo was growing impatient.

Mariangela tried fixing the smudge on her forehead, “Not yet.”

“Women...”

She recognized the other voice, shouting back, “Shut the fuck up, Omar!”

“I’m-a sorry, bella principessa, take-a all-a da time-a you need-a!”

In the few days they’d worked together, he’d latched onto her accent as a source of mockery. She sighed, smoothing out the burned ends of her hair and grabbed her purse, making sure her little Lugher was wedged between her compact and forged papers.

As she stepped out, Aldo let out a low whistle,

“Boys”, he gestured dramatically, “our lovely Miss Rah-vee-nah.”

The Basterds chuckled. She wasn’t so easily flattered,

“I look like shit.”

“Language, missy”, Aldo scolded, “S’a fancy party full-a fancy wiener eatin’ schnitzels and yer a proper lil’ lady, understand?”

She. would. rather. Die.

She opened her mouth to tell Aldo to fuck off, like the proper lady she was, when her eyes fell on Donny...

Oh Donny...

Her forbidden fruit...

As if he wasn’t handsome enough in army green or that goddawful wife beater...

But, God... did he look good in a suit.

Aldo’s gruff voice snapped her out of her daydream,

“Ev’ryone good on the plan?”

Donny nodded, a curl coming loose from his slicked back hair, “Me, you ‘n’ Omar work for Mari. Hugo ‘n’ Wicki are Gesta-fucks and Smitty stays back with the rest, case shit hits the fan.”

Mari nodded, distracted by that damn curl on his forehead when he offered her his arm,

“M’lady”, he said playfully.

She giggled like an idiot, “M’lord...”

“Questi crucchi non hanno proprio gusto...”

These Krauts have no taste at all...

Mariangela muttered under her breath as she took a sip of what the waiter called “champagne”... piss water, more like.

Her arm was still looped with Donny’s, trying to keep her cool and pass him off as her date. Looped was perhaps a generous way of describing it; her nails were dug into the fabric of his suit, making him wince,

“Watch it, my arm’s still attached, y’know...”

She jumped and smoothed his sleeve out, “Sorry... I’m nervous.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell”, he joked.

His playful demeanour put her at ease, and she even managed to crack a small smile, despite her dress nearly choking the life out of her. Who was in charge of tailoring, anyway? Had they ever met a woman? She took another sip of piss water and caught a glimpse of Hugo, who wasn’t any better off than she was. He looked like he was seconds away from ripping the clothes off his back and fighting everyone in his birthday suit. And honestly? She wouldn’t blame him. Flitting through the crowd of fascist, covering for Omar and Aldo’s terrible excuse for Italian accents, smiling...

She was going insane.

At the very least, it was all going smoothly.

“Mi dicono che lei è italiana, sì?”

They told me you were Italian, right?

A man, in a carefully pressed fascist uniform with hair as shiny as his boots, caught Mariangela’s arm.

Shit.

He smiled and it made her skin crawl. Be polite. Be polite.

“Certamente! Pensavamo di essere i soli...”

Certainly! We thought we were the only ones!

The man wrapped his nicotine-stained fingers around her wrist, bringing her hand up to his chapped lips. Donny stiffened beside her, squaring his shoulders. The man introduced himself,

“Galeazzo Marchi”, he paused to kiss her hand again, “piacere di conosorela.”

Galeazzo Marchi. Pleasure to meet you.

Aldo and Omar shifted uncomfortably behind them, as Galeazzo rubbed his thumb over Mari’s knuckles. She sent a panicked look Donny’s way; his nostrils were flared, his muscles tense, eyes wide and angry... if looks could kill...

“E il signore...”, he gestured to Donny dismissively, “chi dovrebbe essere?”

And this man... who is he meant to be?

She blinked.

Fuck.

Donny looked pissed. Omar was sweating bullets and she could feel Aldo’s eyes burning a hole in the back of her head, she could practically hear what he was thinking, “fuck’s going on over there?!”

They were meant to be tourists. Just rich tourists, they hadn’t worked out any other details... she blurted out the first thing that came to mind,

“Il mio fidanzato.”

He’s my fiancé.

“Oh, capisco…”

Oh, I understand…

He answered.

He smiled with the smile of someone who doesn’t actually care. He wasn’t going to give up.

“Posso offrirle da bere?”

Can I offer you a drink?

He said, taking a glass of piss water from the silver tray of a fancy dressed waiter and handed it to her.

She was about to take it, more than anything out of pity towards the man, but Donny was faster, and handed her his own glass, still full.

“Com’é gentile, da parte sua…”

How kind of him…

Galeazzo looked bitter.

Donny smiled at his reaction.

Mari took the glass and took a sip, trying to release the tention.

She took a glance of Donny, who was staring down at the man with a glare of challenge. Like if he was daring him to do something she still was unaware of.

“Quindi…fidanzati, giusto?”

So…engaged, right?

“Sí! Da quasi due anni, ormai.”

Yeah! For almost two years now.

The man smirked. She didn’t like it.

“E…vi amate molto?”

And…do you love each other?

Mariangela was about to burst, but decided to stay silent for the sake of the mission.

“Sa, stavo pensando che una coppia bella come la vostra sarebbe un vero piacere da ammirare…”

“You know, I was thinking that a beautiful couple like yours would be a real pleasure to admire...”

That was the last straw.

Mari replied, contemptuous, with a raging blush on her cheeks for the embarassment.

“Non ho idea di quello che lei sta cercando di fare, camerata, ma la risposta é e sarà no!”

I have no idea what you are trying to do, camerata, but the answer is and will be no!

The man smiled, as his hand grapped her wrist.

Tightly.

“Non sono il tipo di uomo a cui si dice no.“

I’m not the type of man you say no to.

A weak metallic sound.

The loading of a gun.

She looked down and saw a tiny Walther P38 in Donny’s hand, pointing straight at the man’s belly.

Mari looked back at the man, reacting with a smil at the look of terror Galeazzo had on his face.

“Un po’…territoriale, il suo uomo.”

Your man is a bit…territorial.

“Non é il tipo di uomo a cui si dice no.”

He’s not the type of man you say no to.

Galeazzo turned pale white.

Donny pointed at the restroom’s door with the gun with a friendly smile, grabbing the man’s shoulder tightly and dragging him in.

As soon as he walked in, she walked towards Aldo and Omar.

“What’s goin’ on, why did he go there?-”

“Don’t, Aldo, it's too long to explain.”

A few moments later, Donny walked out, looking unbothered.

“What happened? What did you do to him?”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, doll.” He replied, adjusting his suit.

Doll.

He called her "doll".

Well, there’s always a first time, I guess.

She wrapped her arm around his, as soon as he offered it to her to take, her cheeks burning.

“What matters now is that he’s not gonna be a bother anymore. Anyway, are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

She took a glance at her wrist, but not even a tiny scratch was there.

“No, don’t worry.”

“I do worry, actually. I’m glad you’re not hurt. I would have killed him…”

Aldo walked towards them, hissing to their ears. “Can you try not to get in a mess for five seconds? I swear if-”

A deep voice interrupted him from behind him.

“We got what we needed. Let’s get outta here.”

It was Wicky, followed by a pissed off Hugo.

“Wenn ich in fünf Sekunden nicht aus hier komme, drohe ich ein Massaker zu begehen.”

If I don't get out of here within five seconds I risk committing a massacre.

Hugo complained, quickly interrupted by Wilhelm, who stepped on his foot.

“Halt die Fresse! Wenn sie uns jetzt finden, geht alles schief!”

Shut up, goddamnit! If they find us now everything will be ruined.

Hugo flinched, but went quiet.

“Well then, I guess we don't have much time before that creep wakes up and comes out of the bathroom looking for me and Donny. We gotta move.”

They all started to walk towards the exit.

“What did that guy ask you for reacting like that?”

Omar asked. Donny shrugged. “I dunno, they spoke italian the whole time. What did he tell you?”

Donny asked to Mari. She stiffened, slightly tightening the grip on his arm for the embarassment, her cheeks turning red again.

“Nothing, keep walking.”

It didn't take them long to return to their base, an abandoned shack in the middle of the countryside in northern France. She sat on a chair, in a room upstairs. The perk of being the only one allowed to have a private room, for…well, obvious reasons. She took off her dress, finally being able to breath. The tossed the dress on the bed and put her usual clothes, finally being more comfortable. As she was taking her make-up off, she heard a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

Donny walked in.

“Y’alright?”

She straightened her back on her seat, coughing softly in nervousness, her cheeks slightly red.

“Could be worst.”

He walked behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders. She stiffened.

“I just wanted to say you looked good tonight. I've never seen you dressed so fancy. Or with any make up on.”

He looked nervous.

“Thanks, Donny, I…I appreciate.”

“Like…very good.”

She looked at him through the mirror, with a questioning face.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you were very beautiful.”

Donny suddenly looked very nervous.

“Not that you're usually ugly, of course.”

He was…complimenting her. He was complimenting her. She tried to smile, her cheeks red. She looked at one of his hands and hesitantly rested hers on it.

“Thank you, Donny.”

“Anytime.”

He looked at her one last time, before taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles.

“Goodnight, Mari.”

“Goodnight, Donny.” She answered, with a faint voice.

He then got out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.

She looked at her hand and kissed it where Donny kissed it too.

“Ti amo.”

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Divider by @saradika !

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Flex Appeal

Donny Donowitz x OC Blurb

Inglourious Basterds (2009)

Summary: Subtle is not a word one would use to describe Sergeant Donny Donowitz.

Warnings: Nope!

Words: 510

It was a cold November morning when Evelyne Grenier first stepped off the truck with Aldo and met Sergeant Donny Donowitz. 

According to him, however, the first time they met was a muggy July evening, at an Allied camp. 

"You know... the medical tent in Villebout? You patched me up?" 

She was busy unpacking her supplies, setting up shop in the adandoned mill they had claimed for the time being. He was being insistent. She paused, carefully rolling up some gauze that had come undone, 

"There were lots of soldiers in Villebout, Americans, Canadians, British..." 

He leaned in and whispered,  

"Yeah but you and I, we... you know... behind the tents?" 

Ever the gentleman, Donny didn't say it out loud, opting instead to make his index fingers kiss. Evie looked amused at first at his childish display, when realization struck her, 

"OH!" 

Her outburst drew the stares of Wicki and Utivich, who had been quietly playing chess in the corner, as well as Aldo, startling in the chair he fell asleep in. She smiled sheepishly,  

"I thought I lost this!", she waved a small bottle of pills, "But I found it..." 

She cleared her throat and Donowitz looked smug, 

"Now you remember." 

She lowered her voice to match his tone, "I didn't recognize you without the bandages." 

"M'all better now and handsome as ever." 

She chuckled, "Yeah, hold on, lemme have a look at you." 

She carefully grabbed his chin with her thumb and index finger and he obediently tilted his head from side to side as she examined him. 

It was only then that Donny noticed how far across the table he was, how close her face was to his... when she released him, he stumbled forwards, bracing himself with his hands. 

"Man, I'm good. Not a scratch.", she smiled proudly. Her attention returned to counting inventory. 

He stood straighter, shrugging off his jacket, "You stitched up my arm too, see here?" 

He flexed and she squinted. 

"I don't see it." 

He rounded the table, still flexing, pointing at a spot on his bicep, 

"You sure? Here, feel." 

Her fingers ran over his skin and she shook her head, "No..." 

He quickly raised his other arm, "Maybe it was this one." 

Evie crossed her arms, "You'll strain something flexing so hard." 

He blushed, "Oh, I wasn't- I mean, it’s just, look..." 

She laughed and pushed past him to gather up his jacket, "It's cold out, sarge." 

"Wait, look at both and compare, it's there I swear..." 

From his spot in the rickety chair, hat over his eyes, Aldo spoke up, 

"Fer the love ah God, Donowitz, wouldya give it a rest an' cover up? S'freezing." 

Wicki and Utivich quickly stifled their laughs when the Sergeant glared in their direction. 

She threw his jacket over his shoulders, fixing his collar and patting his cheek with a mischievous smile. 

It was a muggy July evening when Sergeant Donny Donowitz first met Evelyne Grenier.

According to him, however, it was a cold November morning when he first fell in love with her. 

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Headshot commission requested by @castle-rook

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Djsjksjdhdhf

I'm so very normal about this man

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Thinking about this stupid film again... augh (extra doodles under cut)

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I love bastard's soooo much!!!!🛐

Bonus:Hans and Aldo dynamic

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Schneewittchen und das Bear (Jude)

Snow White and The Bear (Jew)

Donny likes to lay in Evie's lap and listen to her read, even if he doesn't understand a goddamn thing.

One thing he does understand though, is just how smitten he is with the nurse.

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I love it so much, thanks again!! Especially the way they look at each other ♥️

Headshot commission requested by @castle-rook

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Adorable commission by @sharilelovesart-blog! I love this one a lot. Donny's wearing the outfit from his cut scene!

AND I found the perfect song for them. ♥️

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Letter To Cimitero

Inglourious Basterds (2009) x OC Blurb

Summary: Georgia Lombardi donated several documents to the Basterds Project, inherited from her grandfather in the spring of 1967. The following is a letter written by Italian Basterds member Mariangela Ravenna, dated September 1944, restored and digitized. English translation: Luca Mandato

Warnings: One single Italian swear.

Words: 273

Mariangela belongs to @pvtjxker ❤️

September 14th, 1944 

Giverny, France 

Dear Cimi, 

I am writing to you from the little town Claude Monet used to paint in. I was never a fan of his paintings until I saw the gardens here. I can only imagine what they looked like before the war. 

We are in an abandoned hostel, a little ways off the road and I feel like crying. I feel like a fool. You always told me not to fall in love, that it would only bring heartbreak, but I didn't believe you. Now here I am, crying over a boy. I should've listened to you, Cimi. 

The very same boy from my previous letters, the one with the big brown eyes and dashing smile. The one who beats the fascists with a bat. The one who flirts with anything that moves. 

That's part of the reason why I'm crying. He talks of the girls he used to date in Boston, shows me the pictures they gifted him before he shipped out. Tall, graceful things, they are. Nothing like me. The eyebrowless freak. Nothing like the childish idiot who scribbles on his hands. 

But his hands, Cimi, are so much bigger than mine and so gentle when he touches me. He gives me butterflies. 

I get dizzy when I'm near him and I know he doesn't feel the same. Even though I've made my peace with it, my heart still breaks. 

If you could see me now, weeping in the bathroom like some teenager, you'd probably scold me. 

All the best, 

Mariangela 

PS: I haven't gone soft, don't worry. I killed three fascists stronzi just today alone.

[castle-rook]

If only he could actually hold me like that

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Fuck Nazi scum

Everett, he/him, adult, selfshipper (with Frank Castle and Donny Donowitz).

Minors DNI thanks

Main fandoms: Punisher and Inglourious Basterds

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This blog is my safe haven. Hope you have a wonderful day, visitor, and thanks for stopping by! Here's a book 📖

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Dog Days Are Over

Inglourious Basterds (2009) x OC

Summary: I was listening to a song (guess which one lol) and this is... short and sweet.

Warnings: Shorter than you might expect...

Words: It's literally so short, I don't even need a keep reading

Happiness hit her like a train on a track...

Evie watches her son play in the park. The sun is shining, there's a breeze... the war's been over for a while now, but it's the first time she feels light. As light as her son does when Smithson pushes the swing higher and higher,

"I'm flying, mom, look!"

She smiles. He doesn't know they're going to get ice cream after this. It was Smith's idea. Her wedding band glistens on her finger.

"Mom, look! Look here!"

Ben does a cartwheel.

Smithson joins her on the bench. He puts his arm around her and there's a lightness in his eyes too. This is good. This is nice. They're going to get ice cream later, and Donny Donowitz' son is loved.