Strudelcreme

Mikhail Kuznetsov as Fyodor Basmanov in Sergei Eisenstein’s Ivan the Terrible (1944)

「元気ない？ほな親分がおまじないしたるわ～(´▽｀)～゜」

…的な。こんなカフェあったらやばない？っていうか私は何を描いているのだ…？_(:3｣∠)_

I lost myself a little but while drawing austrias coat ….

*wipes a big ol’ fat gay tear from my cheek*

🅱️ R U H

al pacino

end of american isolationism 

One Last Time: Aldo Raine x Reader

@owba-chan, @war-obsessed, @inglourious-jules 

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Requested by @inglourious-jules

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 Aldo sighed.

He was sitting on the concrete ground, his back against the metal bars separating him from you.

He should’ve known you couldn’t be together… He lost his head over you and Hugo…

Now look where all that got his team.

You had all been captured, and he couldn’t help but blame it on himself.

He wondered how he could be so stupid?

He should’ve known a girl like you could never really fall for a guy like him. You were an educated girl from up north, you spoke any and every useful language to their side of the war… Aside from your ability to scalp a nazi, you were a proper, well-read, intelligent young woman, capable of deciphering intricate codes, from Vermont.

He was a redneck hilllbilly from the deep south. A basterd, through and through.

Even you were surprised at yourself for falling for him…One of many surprises since you became a part of the basterds. 

You never thought you’d be in the war to begin with. As of December, 1941, you thought the most you’d ever have to do with the war would be with war bonds. By mid 1942, you were well within the OSS’ ranks, and dispatched to the basterds.

It was almost imaginable to anyone that you of all people would befriend the short-tempered, quiet, stubborn German basterd, Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz.

In fact, that was part of the problem.

No one else in the world had ever made him smile like you did, let alone laugh. If it had been anyone else, Aldo would have been more than happy with it. 

But it was you.

It had to have been you.

It crushed Aldo to see you with Hugo…to see you talk to Hugo for hours on end. It shocked every single one of the basterds. Hugo barely tolerated anyone to begin with, then you came along.

Aldo fell head over heels with you.

He couldn’t bear to see you with anyone…the basterds’ joking flirts were of course just jokes, but it drove him crazy.

He especially couldn’t stand to see you with Hugo.

The thought of losing you scared him. So much, that he had to ask Wicki what you and Hugo were talking about.

Because of course, all your conversations were in German.

Wicki chuckled. Opera, ballet, concerts, your favorite symphonies, and records Hugo hoped to find after the war.

It terrified Aldo.

He thought he wasn’t good enough. He didn’t know much about those things, and it broke him to think he’d lose you to Hugo…or anyone, if you ever realized Aldo wasn’t enough for you.

Aldo’s little bout of jealousy, however, was what distracted the basterds at the worst possible moment.

It was, in fact, the reason you were all currently in cells.

“So…would you be so kind as to tell me what the fuck happened back there, lieutenant?”

It practically sent a shiver down his spine, froze his heart, and crushed him  to hear you talk like that.

You were a basterd, but you were also ‘the best goddamn lady’ he ever met. It was rare to hear you curse, even rarer to hear you call him ‘lieutenant,’ and almost unheard of to hear you with a spiteful tone.

Still, he stood his ground.

“I think you owe me a goddamn explanation.”

You didn’t hesitate in firing back. You never did. According to Aldo, that was what made you one of the best goddamn basterds. But at the moment, it hurt him… something he never really admitted to anyone. “Owe you? The only thing I ever owed you was one hundred nazi scalps, seventy eight of which have already been accounted for. Try again.”

Aldo sighed in defeat and mumbled under his breath. “I just wanna know where the fuck we went wrong…”

He didn’t think you heard him.

“We never went wrong, Aldo.“ You leaned against the bars dividing you, your back against his.

He was startled for a moment, then managed to get his words together, and retorted, “The fuck you call this then?”

“War." 

He growled, "Then what the fuck do you call that?!” He raised his voice. You could tell he was pointing to the cells down the hall, where Hugo was being held.

You lowered your voice, trying to salvage at least his friendship with Hugo in the darkest moment. “Hush…”

“Don’t you tell me to hush. I wanna know what the fuck-”

You understood Aldo had misunderstood it all. “Leave Hugo out of this.”

“So you do care for him.” Aldo crossed his arms, and shook his head, even if you couldn’t see. 

“He’s a basterd. I care about all of you.”

Aldo wasn’t budging. “I didn’t say about, I said for.”

“No.”

“Then?”

“I don’t care for anyone. I love.”

There it was. The decisiveness. The stong cold truth you always seemed to carry on your shoulders.

Aldo knew that. He’d once fallen for that part of you, but he scoffed this time, “Love, huh.”

“You know me, Aldo. You know what I feel for you.”

“Yeah. But I don’t know what you feel for him. I don’t know what you and I are gonna be.” He looked up at the ceiling of the pitch black cell in exasperation. 

“Nothing.”

Your answer was bleaker than the cell itself.

His heart stopped…

It took him a moment to get his words out.  “Nothing to which one?”

“I feel nothing for him, and you and I will be nothing.”

No one had ever talked to him like that before. “What?”

“I don’t see us getting out of this, lieutenant.” You sighed as you watched guards walk down the hall. It was odd to you to call him that…even when you first joined his team, you called him Aldo with a blushing smile or a sly wink. Now you distanced yourself from him, not wanting to die with an aching heart, knowing it all could have been different… As the guards’ footsteps echoed and disappeared, you gave up. “They have it in for us. We’re not going to be anything because we are out of time. You know that, and I knoe that.”

Aldo was silent. He never heard you talk thay way before. He never heard you give up. He had to pry you away from firefights more times than you cared to admit, You were always the first one in, and last one out. You were always optimistic, always rallying the basterds, even in the worst times. You were like a ray of sunshine to them… that was why not a single nazi could ever get away with so much as a glare at you.

You were known for being blunt and brutally honest, but you were always positive. You never gave anyone false hope, but you gave them hope nonetheless.

You meant so much to the basterds…

And to Aldo, you meant the world.

That was why hearing you being so bleak, and hopeless was heartbreaking to him.

If you gave up, there was nothing left…

“Don’t talk like that.”

“And why not? You like the truth, don’t you?” You looked up, trying to find an ounce of patience, as you muttered, “That’s what you wanted to hear.”

“Hey…”

You felt him shifting, but you didn’t turn around. You couldn’t bear to look at him. But you held your ground, “We’re not getting out of this one, Aldo…it’s over…”

Hearing you say just his name gave him some hope. He shook his head, “You don’t know that. Team full of smart boys, we’ll be fine.”

“They’re lining us up in front of a firing squad at sunrise. It’s over.”

Aldo nodded slowly at the news… He knew she’d known that for at least a few hours.

 And you chose not to tell him, somethingn that never happened before.

Aldo realized you must have overheard the guards…

It felt like a boulder was pressing over his chest… maybe you were right.

Maybe it really was the end.

“I didn’t think it would end like this…”

“What would?”

He sighed, “The war, the team…you and me.”

You were both silent for a moment.

You sighed, annoyed at yourself…for such a smart agent, you always seemed to be getting into some unfavorable predicaments.

This one might just be the worst of all.

You were proud, but you knew when you had to back off, and ease the coldness.

You knew Aldo loved you. Hell, you loved him. You didn’t want it to end like that.

“Seeing that these are our last few hours together, I’m going to say this once, and once only. I don’t care if you believe me or not. I don’t care if you’re still pissed at Hugo, or if you don’t care anymore at all. I’m saying it one last time. I love you, Aldo. More than anything or anyone I’ve ever loved before. ”

He stopped frowning. He uncrossed his arms. His heart softened up, and he wanted more than anything to hold you one last time.

After everything, he couldn’t lie to you. Not if it was the last thing he’d ever say to you

“I love you too, darlin’." 

He realized it night be the last time he’s ever get to say that. It was his last chance to redeem himself to you. "I’m sorry, y/n.”

“It’s not your fault. That’s war…that’s life.”

“I’m sorry. I just never thought I’d love anyone as much as I love you.”

“Aldo, don’t.” You sighed. You didn’t want this. You didn’t want to hurt him, or anyone… And yet, there you were, waiting to be executed. 

“I have to. I don’t want to die knowing the last thing I ever done was make the woman I love angry. This ain’t no way to die…”

“I’m not angry.”

“Y/n…” Aldo laughs a little at the absurdity of it all… “I imagined a life with you. I thought we’d end the goddamn war together. I dreamed we start a life together. I dreamed we’d end the war together. It was stupid of me to think you’d move down to Maynardville with me after all this.”

“What’s stupid about it?”

“You and Hugo talk about them operas and ballets, all those paintings and museums you want to to see. You don’t belong in Maynardville. You-”

“I belong with you, Aldo. Here, or Antartica, or in Tennessee.”

He smiled warmly, appreciating the sentiment, but realizing you were still right. “Come sunrise, that ain’t gon’ matter no more.”

“When you love someone, it never stops mattering. Dreams never stop mattering.”

Aldo smiled a little.

“Tell me about your dream, Aldo.” You needed to hear something to take the edge off it all…even if it was just a dream.

“Damn good one…” He smiled again, “Thought I was gettin’ too old… didn’t think I’d meet anyone, then I met you.”

You smiled a little. Silent tears streamed down your face as you desparately hoped for a change of fate.

“I thought we’d leave all this behind some day, take you up em Smoky Mountains… maybe some day a little 'un or two runnin’ round. I just wanted to make you happy.”

“You do.”

He muttered, “I got us killed…”

You shook your head, “Not yet.”

“There she is…” He smiled. There was the girl he knew. He felt your hand slip throufh the bars and into his hand.

Aldo turned around and faced you.

You wrapped your hands around the bars and pressed your forehead as close to his as possible.

He realized you’d been crying…

He managed to reach through the bars and told the side of your face.

“Don’t you cry now, darlin’…I ain’t leavin’ you.”

He smiled softly as he felt you gently press your hands over his.

Suddenly you heard metal clanging. You both turned around to see a smiling shadowy figure at the entrance of Aldo’s cell.

The door was wide open.

For a moment, you were petrified, your blood ran ice cold, you lost your senses.

You could hear the smirk in his voice, “Hol dir ein Zimmer, ihr zwei.”

The old, familiar voice…

'Get a room, you two.’

You smiled and got to your feet, “Hugo?!”

You heard jangling from keys, as you realized that he tossed the keys to Hirschberg. You turned to see the rest of the basterds waiting outside.

Somehow…Donny was already covered in nazis’ blood. Useful…and unsurprising.

You and Aldo looked at each other, then ran out of your cells. He picked you up and spun you around.

It wasn’t over.

Hugo chuckled as he watched you and Aldo kiss.

He wanted to you be happy, even if it was with someone else.

“Du brauchst definitiv diesen Raum.”

'You definitely need a room.’

You rolled your eyes at him as you smiled, and took your place with the basterds, and cleared your way to freedom.

You were a step closer yo the end of the war. You were a step closer to Maynardville, Tennessee apparently.

It wasn’t “ideal” but it was what you wanted.

You looked at your lieutenant, Aldo the Apache.

He was everything you could ever want. And more.

You loved him. You’d follow him to hell. In fact, that was where you met. In the middle of Nazi occupied France, deep behind enemy lines, in direct line of fire.

You would walk to the ends of the earth, if it meant spending the rest of your life with him.

The war went on, and you still had a debt to pay.

But you caught a glimpse of that familiar knowing smile and loving eyes as he glanced at you.

You knew from that moment that you were going to make it to the end.

You looked at the basterds, your brothers.

They all would make it…

You held Aldo’s hand as you marched back through nazi-occupied France, to a tavern called La Louisiane in a small town called Nadine.

Robin Buckley / Will Byers parallels

A Secret Not So Well Kept.

(Aldo Raine x Female!Reader)

For the lovely @strudelcreme really hope you enjoy ❤️💛

As much as it was beautiful...love was a dangerous thing.

It could make you feel alive, and rip your heart out the next. 

Aldo and (Y/n) knew this. But when the strongest of resolves break. Their relationship began slowly, nothing more than ghostly touches and meaning filled smiles at first. The roots of their attraction grew and grew throughout their service together, until the pair couldn't conceal their feelings anymore. 

If you had to ask (Y/n), the night Aldo confessed was the happiest she had ever been. Even though they adored each other, they knew that the knowledge of their relationship would only bring heartbreak. 

So they decided to keep it a secret. Not only for their love, but also for the professional side of their positions. (Y/n) knew the whispers that danced on the wind for women "like her". Words so vile, you would feel yourself irk from even listening to them. Sometimes, (Y/n) wondered how she kept her composure in a pit full of snakes. Snakes that bore human faces and spoke human words. Things would be easier this way, (Y/n) had told herself many times. It would spare them both from an unnecessary hell.

The night was young, the moon having just risen above the trees, settled in the dark canvas of night. (Y/n) kept her head high, (e/c) never leaving the twinkling stars. The soft breeze that ruffled her (short/long/medium) hair didn't go unnoticed by Aldo, who was sneaking small glances here and there. Though the pair agreed to keep their love a secret, Aldo couldn't help the way his heart yearned for her. He couldn't ignore the dreams of a possible future together, and the many beauties that life would bring. Aldo was glad he had something more to fight for than country.

The Basterds whooped and hollered as the town came into view, all dressed in civilian clothing. Remarkably, this was one of the few towns left with no Krauts in them. At least not yet. The streets were quiet, and the Basterds entered a small looking tavern. At the head of the bar, (Y/n) was greeted by a welcoming face. "Archie!" She expressed in glee, making the Brit coal his head at her. " Pleasure to see you Basterds alive and well." He greeted, shooting a smile at (Y/n). 

Some might misinterpret this as flirting, but (Y/n) knew that the man meant nothing but friendship with her. 

He had spoken to her before, of his life back home, and how Archie wishes to return to his wife once the war is over. Besides Aldo and the others, Archie was a man that knew (Y/n)'s worth, both to the army and the group. "Don't just stand there, Hiecox! Get us some drinks!" Donny yelled, body going over the counter. The act made (Y/n) laugh, shaking her head. "Get the man some gin, Archie! Before he tears the whole place down." (Y/n) ordered, before proceeding to order for everyone else. She had to stop herself from saying Aldo's drink of choice to quickly, for a man like Archie was very perceptive. As Archie was busy getting the drinks, (Y/n) let her eyes wander.

Wander right into beautiful blue.

She could never get sick of those eyes. They didn't need to speak to know they were communicating an ocean of longing, bodies inching just to hug and kiss each other. Aldo sent a small grin, and (Y/n) felt her own face twist upwards. The sound of glass clanks pulled (Y/n) away from her staring, but before she could grab the glasses, strong hands beat her to it. She could recognize him by touch alone. "I'll get that for ya', darlin." Aldo drawled, chuckling when (Y/n) hid her face. It was a little game they played, to confuse everyone else. The nicknames were a part of it, and everyone thought that they were just being friendly. 

It didn't take long for the drinks to take their effect. Donny was already slurring his words, and Hirschberg was already trying to fight Hugo. Then, the conversation simply switched onto Aldo. "Ya know Lieutenant….I think your accent is pretty funny…" Donny slurred, a clumsy hand now on the Lieutenant's shoulder. Aldo simply chuckled, paying the drunk Bostonian no mind. Their voices began to pick up, making more jokes at Aldo's expense. But (Y/n) was not having it. She knew that they were having a little fun, but their words were getting out of hand. 

It wasn't until Hirschberg began to tease Aldo about his love life that she stepped in. "Alright that's enough." She said, but Hirschberg didn't relent. "Like, how the hell ain't you married yet? I'm sure you got a-." Hirschberg breathed, before he got pushed off. “He doesn't need no wife!” (Y/n) exclaimed. Everyone's eyes fell wide, for the docile woman never had raised her voice before. It just wasn't in her nature. Hirscheberg took this as a sign. Apparently he was a lot smarter when he was drunk. His reddened face came over with a grin, and he pointed his lanky finger at them. “You and the Lieutenant have a thing going on don't ya?” Hirschberg surmised, letting out a belly deep laugh when (Y/n)’s face went red. Donny rose from his own seat, before clapping his hand on Hirschberg's back. 

“I knew it!” He yelled, pointing a finger as well. Aldo stepped beside his lover, eyeing her as if to confirm his own actions. Before the young woman could react, Aldo placed his rough hands on her face, his eyes carrying a youthful determination that one only possessed in the heat of a glorious battle. His lips were a familiar feeling, one that (Y/n) had yearned to feel for such a long time. Her skin tingled, and blood seemed to rush her face.

Aldo knew there was no going back after this.

And he didn't care.

The other Basterds whooped and hollered, and Wicki seemed to be giving Archie some cash. The duo pulled away, and (Y/N) hid her face in her hands. Her man had been bold, and now she didn't know what to do. ‘’Pay up, Donowitz!” Hirschberg yelled, and Donny audibly groaned. Aldo placed his shoulder around (Y/n) and pulled her close. ‘’Welp darlin’, looks like they found out our little secret.” He chuckled. (Y/n) smiled, though the claws of worry would pry off her skin just yet. “What if-?”

“I dont give a shit what the OSS or any of those fucks have to say. I’m gonna make you my wife when we get back home and aint one one gonna stop me.” Aldo exclaimed and (Y/n) felt like she would cry. It was a strong promise, and they both knew that, but life was nothing if it wasn't a challenge. “Get a room you two!” Donny joked, a big smile on his face. “You two make a cute couple.” (Y/n) heard from behind her. 

Archie gave her a thumbs up, and in a strange moment of peace, (Y/n) felt like she could actually do this. She looked up at Aldo, admiring his eyes, and she softly pecked his lips. 

Now all they needed to do, was get out of France.

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