#not enough goddamn inglourious basterds stuff on this place

[ghostlingpupversailles]

[ghostlingpupversailles]

Ok but why is this frame so chaotic like 1. We all know what’s gonna happen next 2. Hellstrom has just accepted it by now 3. Stiglitz is so excited

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A World Beyond Yours (UtivichxFem!Reader)

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The basterds all hovered around the newest, and perhaps most intriguing addition possible to the team: You. Sent by the OSS, the general guaranteed Aldo that you were the best they had to offer. Aldo couldn't exactly be too picky at that point. The basterds were down quite a few men. In a recent ambush, they lost both Andy and Michael. Simon was sent back home, overseas because of his wounds. Omar was injured, and had to stay back at the basterd's camp, where Utivich was  standing guard, and taking care of him. So, the OSS sent the closest thing they had to a basterd. You. You were like a god send to them. They were supposed to meet with you in a town, thirty minutes away from Paris. On their way, they were ambushed by nazis. But... there was a catch. The nazis hadn't exactly kept quiet about their presence in the area. And you heard. So you pieced it together, and naturally walked in on the scene. So you ambushed the nazis back. Frankly, you saved lives that day. The basterds all stood back, amazed and amused: watching as you intimidated the nazis, without a single shot fired, but with a single knife. The last nazi watched as you made a bloody mess of his commanding officer with seemingly effortless, elegant strokes of your blade. When there was no more damage to be done, you looked at the next nazi in line, who looked at you in spite, "What more can you do to him?! He's dead!" You rose to your feet, with a sly grin as you wiped the blood from your knife on the sleeve over your forearm, "You're right." You tilted your head side to side, cracking some stiff bones. Then you crouched right in front of him, "So I'm gonna ask you one last time, huh..." You reached your blade out. The grimey, sticky, red stained metal grazed his throat. "Where are the other patrols?" He stuttered. "Tic toc." You pressed your knife up against his skin just enough to draw a single drop of blood, and he screeched, "FORTY MINUTES NORTH FROM HERE. THERE'S A VILLAGE ACROSS A CREEK. THEY'RE STATIONED THERE. ALL OF THEM." "Spasibo!" You stood up, and looked to Aldo for the next course of action. He nodded at you with a sly grin. A stamp of approval.

"Thank you, Private L/N." He stepped up to the lone survivor, "Now, listen here, boy." He crouched by the terrified nazi, "Ya can't tell em you told us. So you gon' tell em this. We let you live so you could tell em fuckers that we may've lost a good man or two. But we ain't gon' slow down. Nah. Now we got another basterd. She's outta her goddamn mind. You seen what she did, aint'cha?" The nazi nodded, tears of terror collecting at the brim of his eyes. Aldo leaned in and muttered, "Well...don't you cry now, shithead, you're almost done. You just gon' see one last thing." Aldo pulled put his knife, and marked the nazi's forehead. Then, you were all off, marching back to camp with them for the first time, as they introduced themselves (properly, this time). They also complimented your work with the knife. "Not too shabby, kid. Not bad at all." Hirschberg nodded, "Yeah,  how'd you get so good at that stuff?" You smirked a little, "Practice." Donny chuckled, "None of that bullshit, come on, kid." You smiled, "I come from a line of carpenters and carvers." You'd been with the boys for about two hours at that point, and had already proven yourself to be a real basterd. "Well shit." Donny smiled and nodded. Aldo asked, "Speaking of which, where'd you come from, kid?" Of course, he was talking about the fact that you came from out of nowhere in the middle of that attack. But, that was lost in translation. "A village in northern Siberia." You spoke matter of factly, but with a grin of pride. It wasn't an easy life, but it was yours. Hugo raised his eyebrow, and nodded once, the corners of his mouth lowered in acknowledgemnt. He respected the hell out of you. Anyway, you all marched back toward camp. Along the way, you heard that Wicki had lost his knife on the way to find you. Before the war, it would have been a most unusal choice, but after marching out of your home, as a wide-eyed kid without much to your name, you learned a thing or two. You figured you'd carve a knife for him. You'd just decided that when you made it "home." And Aldo introduced you to the rest of the team. Omar and Smitty. As you got settled in, (you'd be sharing a tent with Utivich and Hirshberg) the boys filled Utivich and Omar in. Utivich cocked his head to the side, and looked into the tent in the distance, then back at the basterds, "She doesn't look that scary." "You shoulda seen her earlier, Uti." Donny chuckled, "Ah you'll see her in action again, kid." *** Utivich couldn't stop thinking about you. Honestly. The boys were all sitting around the fire, eating and smoking, and he couldn't help but sneak a glance at you. You were sitting somewhat further back than the others, your back to them. You didn't seem so scary to Utivich then, but  you did seem rather lonely.

He smiled softly,  and walked up to you. And then panicked. "H-hi!"  You smiled a little and turned to him, "Hi." His eyes widened as he realized he hadn't thought of anything else to say. 'Hi? HI?! THAT"S IT, UTI?! REALLY?!?'

He cleared his throat and looked at you, "You...you uh... looked lonely." You shrugged as you glanced at him, "I come from a lonely place," Still you said it smiling. Those weren't words he'd expect to hear with with your smile. "That...must've been rough." You shrugged again, "Neplokho," You looked up at him "Not so bad. " You sighed, and set down your current work in progress, "I was born there. It's not so bad." You smiled and he knew you meant it. "What's that?" He looked at your project in curiosity. "For corporal Wicki." He chuckled a little, "We all just call him Wicki." "Wicki, then." You nodded and went back to carving. "He lost his knife, so I'm making one for him." "Out of wood?" "Da." He nodded, and was quiet for a moment. He reached his hand out to you, "My name's Smithson." "Like the gun?" "No," He laughed a little, "That's Smith and Wesson."

You laughed and sighed, "Isvinyaius!" You pulled your hair behind your ear as you shook your head, "Sorry!" You looked at him, but you'd caught his eye long before, "I didn't know a lot about these things until the war." He nodded, "Yeah..." He nodded, "Yeah, me too." You shrugged, and tried to make it up to him, "Nice last name though!" He couldn't help but laugh and cover his face, "No, no Smithson's my first name!" "I am so sorry....I mean! It's a nice name! But...Oh!" You couldn't help but laugh together and he explained, "You can call me Smitty, or...anything you want, really! I don’t.." He looked up at you shyly, cheeks turning red, "I don't mind." "You don't mind?" He shook his head, "No, they've called me worse. Much worse. Y'know they've called me U-T-I before." "Private U-T-I...Who'd think of that? Unless..." You smirked a little and laughed. He shook his head, even more embarrassed, "Oh no, no! They got it from my last name!" "Your last name? Well...what is it?" "Utivich! There's where they got Uti...and UTI from...well..they didn't get a UTI but you-" "Utivich?" You repeated, and looked to him, "That's a Russian name." "Yeah, my grandparents were Russian." You nodded, "There's people in our town with that last  name." "Really?" "They live a little to the south from us."  You raised your carving up, the blade was as sharp as you could make it, the hilt was intricately carved.

Utivich's head tilted to the side in curiosity, "Can I see?" You handed it to him, hilt first, as you were sure he'd underestimate the blade. ... and you were right. You sighed, spotting drops of red collecting at his thumb. "Zdes." You reached your hand out, he put the knife on the palm of your hand, but that wasn't what you meant. You looked up at the sky, as if asking for patience, and you set the knife down on the ground. You reached for his hand, and rested it on yours. He looked up at you, and gulped. He had no words. You used the knife to cut a piece of cloth, and wrap it around his thumb. "Neplokho. Not so bad."  You smiled up at him, and  he melted, and smiled back. He stammered a little, and moved his hand away from yours. "T-thanks." "No problem." You leaned back and looked at the sky, the stars were bright, but not quite so bright as they were back home.

Why, you didn't know. "What's that say?" You turned, and panicked for a second, seeing that he'd picked the knife up again. Then you remembered, he was a basterd, and perfectly capable of- ...getting another cut. "Shit..." You chuckled a little, as you took the knife from him. "I'll hold on to that now, thank you." You sighed and wrapped his hand again. "Thanks...So..what's it say?" You smirked, "Kak auknetsya, tak i otkliknetsya." You looked him in the eyes, with the sly grin until he sighed, and answered, "You know I don't speak Russian." You shrugged "I know." He groaned, "Come on, Y/n."

You laughed, "Ok, ok. It's like saying as the call, so is the echo. Whatever goes around, comes around." He looked at the hilt, the words surrounded by impossibly intricate designs, and he was amazed. He was amazed by you, your art...and your work as a basterd.

"Beautiful..." He'd say, with star-struck eyes, and a dreamy voice, whenever he saw your carvings. Whenever he saw what you'd done to a nazi. He'd aways look at your work, then glance up at you, and say it, with the intonation of a soft breeze on a summer evening, "Beautiful..." As time went on, you hung around the basterds more often, sometimes you went off on your own in the woods. Sometimes you came back with a few scalps for Aldo. Sometimes you came back with little carvings. Now, this time, the boys noticed both you and Utivich were gone. Donny chuckled, "They're gettin' a little friendly, huh?" Omar shrugged, "Ah, good for Uti." Wicki smirked, "They in your tent, Hirschberg?" Hirschberg was laying on his back, reading the same newspaper he'd had in his pocket for four months. He didn't even look up "Don't know. Not gonna check." Donny smirked, "I'll check." Aldo rolled his eyes, "Leave 'em kids alone, Donny."

************ "Y/n!" Your eyes went wide. You shoved your knife and newest work on the ground, and turned around, "Smitty..." You hid your hands behind your back. He raised his eyebrow, "What's behind your back?" "Nothing!" "Come on, lemme see!" 

You sighed, and showed your hands. He spotted a gash on your palm, and his tone changed, which was unusual for him. "Why didn't you say anything?!" You shrugged, "Neplokho. Neplokho." He shook his head, and took your hand. "Not bad? What if it gets infected? When did it happen? Was it the patrol? I swear I-" You couldn't help but giggle a little. He was the sweetest basterd out there, you couldn't help it.  "It wasn't them." "So how'd it happen?" He was already wrapping up your hand. He kept a little medic kit on him at all times. You grumbled, and admitted it was a carving mishap. He chuckled, "As much as I love your stuff, you can just talk to me, or anyone really, if something's bothering you. You don't need to hack at wood all the time." You smiled softly as you looked at him, and watched as his eyes were intent on your cut, and felt how gentle his touch was. You sighed, "I know, I know..." "Speaking of which...Is that it?" He reached for the carving. You tried to reach for it, but he was quicker. "Gahvno...."  'shit', You muttered. He looked at it with endearment, "You made this?" "....maybe..." "It's beautiful." He smiled, and he picked it up, and raised an eyebrow, "It's...me?"

You muttered into your hand as you covered your face, flushing and heated with embarrassment. Then, you felt his hand over yours again. His thumb gently sweeping over your knuckles, "Hey...I love it." He heard your muffled voice, "Don't lie to me, Smithson." He laughed softly to himself, and then he put his other hand on your hand that was covering your face, and gently pulled it away. "Yeah, I do!" When your face was revealed, you moved your head down, but your eyes couldn't help but slowly look up at his smiling eyes. His finger rested under your chin, and guided your face towards his, "But not as much as I love you." Your heart froze for a moment, and he rested his hands on your cheeks, both of you smiling...

Then, he kissed you. And you stayed there, for hours. Until the sun set, and far past midnight, just talking... You looked up at the stars. They were brighter than they were the first night you were with the basterds. Stars can only be so bright where there's love, you knew that. You smiled, knowing that when you were with him, you weren't so far from home. And you heard his voice, "Y/n?" "Yeah?" "What's it like where you live?" His heart melted when he saw the way you smiled, thinking of home. "It's small." "And?" You giggled as you looked at 'the little man,' and then back at the sky,  "North as you could be. You can see the northern lights, that kind of north. Everyone lives near the edge of a lake... I used to think we lived at the edge of the world. Because you've never seen such beauty, Smitty...Never, until you go there." He was still smiling, but 'You're wrong,' he thought. Because he had seen something so much more beautiful... He didn't tell you what he was thinking. He didn't think he could quite put it into the right words. But to him, the most beautiful thing he'd seen was the wonder and the memory in your eyes, along with the reminiscent smile of a soldier, lost in a world beyond their own. Still, he listened. "Never needed anything. Never needed to go anywhere. There was no need to leave. Everyone I loved, everything I knew was there. But now..." You sighed, and looked down at Utivich. Now you knew heartache. Now you knew the world beyond the edge Now you knew true love, because in his eyes, you found a world beyond yours. "Now I've seen the world." Your hand ran freely and playfully in his hair, as he looked up at your eyes, as you went on, "I could say that it’s not worth it. Not worth leaving my village, leaving the ends of my world... But I see so many people fighting for their end of the world, so many people wishing to see their part of the sky again, it has to be worth it," You looked down at him, and he met your eyes as you asked "Verno?" 'Right?'

He nodded, with a slight smile, and a voice marked by two generations that separated him from the sky you knew. "Verno." He took your hand, and kissed over the cloth wrapped around your palm, and nodded again, because when he was with you, everything was worth it.

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My friend just told me Dieter Hellstrom’s forehead is so big you could land a B-24 on it and I think this is something to share

Fuck it we tag

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might get a kick out of this