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!”
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For the lovely @strudelcreme, really hope you enjoy ❤️💛
"You two gotta be careful out there. Don't know when or where those Krauts might be hanging about." Aldo warned for the upteenth time. (Y/n) had to suppress a eye roll while Gerold only nodded. The mission wasn't even that big of a deal, it was only Aldo wanting to make sure that Paris had... viable escape routes. He couldn't have out one of his best on a more boring mission. "Do not engage if you see anything, do I make myself clear?" Aldo quizzed.
"Yes sir!"
"(L/N)?"
"Yes sir." She responded, less enthusiastically than her man. Once everything had been briefed once more, (Y/n) and Gerold were left near the outskirts of the city. " Alright, I'm not going to do this." Gerold said, catching his girl by surprise. "What do you mean?" She asked. (Y/n) knew that her boyfriend had a knack for causing trouble, especially back home. She didn't take him serious when he said he was joining the army. "I heard there's a movie playing at the cinema. You wanna go watch it?" He asked.
"You can't be serious."
"Come on, I haven't taken you on a date since we got here." Gerold reasoned. (Y/n) laughed softly, feeling a blush creep up on her. The idea of a cinema did sound appealing, it definitely beat having to do this boring mission. "Fine, let's go. How do we get the tickets?" (Y/n) asked, although she knew that Georld had some scheme already planned. " Who said anything about tickets?" Gerold smiled. The two made their way toward the cinema, (Y/n) making an effort to conseal them from any Police. They snuck into the cinema, taking the seats the top of the room. The movie they were watching was "Gilda", Georld's favorite movie. Hell, when (Y/n) and he first met, Gerold said she looked like Rita Hayworth.
"Haven't you seen this movie like a thousand times?" (Y/n) asked with a grin. Gerold smiled back. "I know the entire thing by heart now. " He said proudly. The movie got to the bit that could literally make any man swoon. That gorgeous hair flip, combined with that beautiful voice, it even made (Y/n) blush. Once the movie was over, the two decided that it was time to head back. They exited the same way they came in, and it was then that they noticed that it has gotten dark. They shared a look. A look that conveyed exactly what the two parties were feeling. "We are so screwed." (Y/n) said.
The walk back was filled with awkward laughs and Gerold trying to sneak a kiss here and there. "You know, when we get back home, I'm gonna marry." He said. "You serious?" (Y/n) asked, quite surprised by his confession. She had wanted to be married and it mad her extrinsically happy to know that he wanted to as well. The camp was quiet. "Phew, we are good to-"
"I wouldn't say so, Hirschberg." Said Aldo, emerging from behind them. (Y/n) yelped, jumping slightly and Gerold swore. " Now...why don't you two tell us where the fuck you've been?" Aldo asked, his voice dangerously low. They have never seen him this mad. Turns out, the others were awake as well. They all looked just as angry. "We umm...we umm...we were at a movie." (Y/n) sighed with honesty. It took a moment for Aldo to process what she said and Gerold looked like he was going to shit himself. "So your telling me that you blew off an important mission to watch a fucking me? Well fuck me, we should all do the same thing. It ain't as if we are in the middle of fucking war!" Aldo swore. If you have ever heard a man from the middle of goddamn Tennessee swear, you know you were in trouble.
"Sir, we were only trying to-"
"I don't wanna hear it, Hirschberg. You two dumbasses might have gotten killed. Did you have any consideration for any of us?" Aldo asked, as if he was expecting an answer. The duo stayed quiet and Aldo scoffed. "You're lucky I sent Wicki and Stiglitz to do your job for you." He sighed. "You two ever pull this shit again, you'll be running to the Krauts to save your asses." Aldo seethed and a cacophony of agreements followed suit. The situation died down after, and the others returned to sleep. (Y/n) were left to think about their actions. "It was a good movie though." Gerold said. (Y/n) chuckled. "Be quiet, shortie." She responded. A pout made its way to his face.
A hand came down on both their shoulders, and they were pulled into an almost bear-like hug. "Aldo, you're crushing me, man!" (Y/n) stated, dropping all formality when it was just them. "Shut up." Aldo responded simply and (Y/n) laughed. " You two ever pull something like that again, I swear to God I will kill you both." Aldo stated, his tone holding promise. Both (Y/n) and Gerold returned the gesture, them staying in the hug for a good minute. Once Aldo finally pulled away, he smiled. "I promised I'd get you kids back home. So do me a favor and don't make it harder for me." He chuckled.
"We won't...for now."
"(L/n)."
"I'm kidding."
Aldo laughed, before bidding them a goodnight. Gerold and her laid down, when he turned to face her. "You weren't really kidding, were you?"
"Nope."
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another napoleonic edit bc why not
Alright, I adore FB fanfiction, where Newt, Theseus & Percival are shown during the events of the First World War. So have a little bit of inspiration from me <3
P.S. I know it’s not historically accurate, but still nice to look at
Percival Graves
Theseus Scamander
Newt Scamander
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what if Albus Dumbledore was there too
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Ghibli Highschool AU
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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