Bourbon High.

(Omar Ulmer x Female!Reader)

For the lovely @tsukkimochi really hope you enjoy this fic ❤️❤️

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"(Y/n) are you sure about this?" Omar asked as he exited his sleeping cot. (Y/n) smirked, patting him on the back as a means to comfort him. "Don't worry so much, we will be back before they even notice we're gone." (Y/n) reasoned, turning her back to him and beginning to walk slowly, avoiding any small twig and or stone that might cause noise. Omar sighed, before following in her steps.

Throughout their relationship, (Y/n) has always been the more daring one. Even before the war, she would be constantly chastised by her mother for putting herself and Omar in danger. Not that (Y/n) really cared for her words. The thrill was too great. She would never put anyone in danger on purpose, but sometimes, the trouble would find them. "Where the hell are we going anyway? Won't the enemy have swarmed every town in France by now?" Omar inquired. In hindsight, his question would have brought up concerns, but (Y/n) was prepared for that.

"From the last patrol report, there's still one more town that these fucks haven't taken over. Just so happens that this town has got the best drinks. Besides, if shit hits the fan, we got fake papers and you can just pretend you're mute." (Y/n) proposed, giggling when she saw Omar's expression. She would always tease him about his inability to learn languages. "Fine but as soon as we see one Kraut, we are leaving." Omar stated. (Y/n) grinned and placed a loving kiss on his cheek. "You're the best."

The two continued to walk until they reached the small town, which seemed to have a small festival of sorts. Beautiful lights were lit, their holders decorated with various flowers. It looked as if people were also dancing. Which made (Y/n) giddy. Omar smiled, he knew what a swinger his girl was. "We have to go and dance after we drink." (Y/n) suggested, still keeping a low voice. The town might not have been captured, but those weasels had eyes, basically everywhere. They couldn't risk being heard speaking English. Once the two entered the bar, (Y/n) ordered two bourbons, taking a seat next to Omar. Bourbon has always been a go to drink for them. It tasted amazing and the burn of the throat provided a high that few liquors could match. Apparently, they underestimated the high.

"Do you *hic* remember when the *hic* Lieutenant nearly fell over?" ( Y/n) asked. Omar clutched his stomach, letting out a bellowing laugh. "Stooooop!" He begged. The couple continued to have their fun, completely unaware that it was well over three AM. When they walked back, trying desperately to hold each other up, they still thought that no one would be awake. "Phew, thank God the Lieutenant ain't awake, huh?" Omar said with a grin, making (Y/n) nod excitedly. Just then, the camp lamp was lit up.

"Try that again, Ulmer." That southern twang in the voice made both of them stand at attention. There was Aldo, sitting on a tree stump, with a very displeased look on his face. "Explain. Now." He ordered. They had never heard him sound so serious. Omar began to shake and stumble on his words, while (Y/n) was trying to think of something to say. "W-we were with the Staff Sergeant sir!" (Y/n) stated, thinking it would work. Aldo raised an eyebrow, turning his finger to point to a passed out Donny near a tree. (Y/n) swore under her breath and Omar felt like he was gonna die. "Now how is our Sergeant passed out over there, while you two come here, last midnight, drunk as all hell? How the fuck does that work?" Aldo inquired, voice raising in anger, though he tried to avoid waking the others. Trust Aldo when he says you don't want to see a Hugo who has had his sleep disturbed.

"Do you two have any idea what danger ya'll could'a put us in? We're in enemy territory goddamnit!" Aldo stated. "Not only did you sneak out, you went and got drunk! Fucking great!" Aldo exclaimed. It wasn't that he was mad at them directly. He understood that sometimes, especially during times like these, people would need a little breather. But this was something else completely.

"Sir we-"

"I ain't finished (L/n)."

Aldo interrupted, effectively shutting (Y/n) up. The man sighed, his fingers squeezing his temple. " I don't need to worry about you two acting like fuckin' kids! Who's idea was it?" Aldo asked. Omar and (Y/n) looked at each other, Omar opening his mouth to speak when (Y/n) jumped in. "It was my idea, sir. We were just trying to have fun and I dragged Omar-" (Y/n) stammered, before she was interrupted. A pair of strong hands dragged them both into a bear-like hug. To say that they were confused would be an understatement. "Um...sir?" Omar asked. Aldo sighed and pulled away, his hands remained on both of their shoulders.

"You two had me scared half to death... I promised I'd get ya home, didn't I?"

The two looked down, feeling guilty. "We are sorry, sir. It won't happen again."Omar stated and (Y/n) seconded that. Aldo smirked, before a strong yawn broke through. "Good, I accept both of your apologies but you will be punished accordingly for it." Aldo announced with a grin, making (Y/n) and Omar both groan. Aldo patted them on their backs. "Go on, off to bed and if I catch you again, I swear on my momma lll whoop both ya' asses. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir!"

(Y/n) and Omar returned to his sleeping cot, Omar still shaking a little. They huddled close, Omar placing a hand over her. "I am never following you anywhere again." Omar stated. (Y/n) laughed, placing a kiss on his jaw. " Whatever you say, sweetheart." She said, drifting in drunk sleep. Omar smiled. Despite the inevitable hangover tomorrow, Omar was thankful for the time he got to spend with you. It was through you that he figured out what love was...and that you should never underestimate bourbon.

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Speaking her language

For the charming @empress-writes 💙💛🧡💖

Hope you’ll like the story!

The South of France is a safer place for the Basterds, as they took a break after their last mission.

They were currently hidden in a remote cottage near the small village of Gassin. Its inhabitants were kind and helpful, which was a blessing for Aldo Raine and his men.

“No news from the superiors, Lieutenant?”

“Na yet, Donny. But ya can be sure that we’re gonna heard about them, one way or another!”

“So, let’s enjoy our free time!" happily exclaimed Hirschberg as he ate a piece of cake.

"Can you sometimes stop eating, you glutton?" admonished Andy.

"But Mrs. Dupin’s pies are so delicious!”

As the others were gently chatting, Wicki was gazing at (Y/N) (L/N), the only woman in the group. He could not help but smile while looking at her as she read a book.

If you ask him, he would probably answer that everything she did was perfection. To sum up, he fell heels over head in love with the woman.

Of course, the other Basterds were aware of it and never missed an opportunity to tease him about his crush. Even Hugo loved taunting him!

Wilhelm’s daydreaming was interrupted by Utivitch, who shyly asked:

“Hey, (Y/N)?”

“Yes, Smithson?” answered the woman with a gentle smile.

“What are you reading?”

“Oh, I was reading Les lettres de mon moulin by Alphonse Daudet. It is a French collection of short stories about Provence!”

“Okay… Wait, you understand French?”

She laughed.

“Uti, can you remind us what is my job here?”

“She is the translator, you dummy!" growled Hugo.

"Don’t be so harsh, Stiglitz!" scolded Hicox.

"Indeed, I am the translator of the group.”

“Of course!”

“By the way, how many languages do you speak?" inquired Omar.

A sly grin appeared on her face.

"What if we played a little game?”

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PLINKO NO MORE ‼️

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Amour à la française...

For the sweet @strudelcreme 🍨🥧🎀

I hope you’ll enjoy the story

In Dordogne, the Basterds had settled in an abandoned house to await orders for their next mission.

But for now, they were all enjoying the beautiful spring days and relaxing.

Sitting on a stump, Aldo watched his team relax: Donny, Utivich, Zimmermann and Omar played cards while Sakowitz read a book in his corner. Hirschberg napped under an apple tree, Kagan smoked his cigarette while drawing in his notebook, and Hicox read the newspaper. As for Hugo and Wicki, they were chatting in their native language.

But someone was missing. Fortunately, she arrived!

“Here I am!”

Aldo turned his head and smiled as he saw (Y/N) (L/N), the only woman in the group, arrive. This young 21-year-old woman was recruited for her spying and code-breaking skills.

If to the Allied secret service she was Agent (L/N), to her fellow soldiers she was (Y/N), their “little fairy.”

They all fell in love with her pretty face and her adorable smile. And of course, all the Basterds loved to play the role of her servant knight.

Even Hugo, the most taciturn of the group, would smile in her presence!

But the one who had the biggest crush on the young woman was none other than Lieutenant Raine. Ever since (Y/N) joined their group, the former bootlegger had fallen under the spell of the young spy.

His men had noticed this and loved to tease him about it, especially Donny.

And they knew that (Y/N) was not insensitive to Aldo’s charm. According to Utivich, they would make a charming couple if the Lieutenant could find the courage to admit his feelings.

In the meantime, Lieutenant Raine was making a pretence of courting the young woman, and that was fine.

Aldo smiled as the young woman greeted the other Basterds, even surprising Hicox with a kiss on the cheek.

She walked over to Raine and said:

“Here I am again, Lieutenant!”

“Please, (Y/N): I already told ya that ya could call me Aldo. When ya say Lieutenant, I feel like an old jackass!”

“But because ya’re old!" shouted Donny, causing his comrades to howl with laughter.

"Shut up, Donowitz!” snapped Raine.

Fortunately for Donny, (Y/N) came to his defence.

“Don’t take it the wrong way, Aldo: he was only joking!”

Aldo would have railed against his sergeant, but the pleading look in her eyes made him give in.

He grumbled:

“Well, that’ll do for this time, Donowitz. But if ya do it again, ya’ll be on night duty for the whole damn week! Do I make myself clear?”

The other Basterds just snickered: all it takes is for (Y/N) to make eyes at the obstinate Aldo Raine to give in.

A little later, the Basterds were eating their provisions around a campfire, chatting happily. While eating a piece of bread, Aldo did not take his eyes off (Y/N). He smiled fondly at the young woman joking with Omar and Hirschberg.

He would never admit it to his men, but he was in love with (Y/N) (L/N). Only, did she feel the same way about him, or did she only appreciate him as a friend?

There was only one way to find out…

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