#the basterds

i’ve tried to make the character range a little more diverse gotta give our PFC’s some love ✌🏼

(because he's the #1 underrated IB character, okay?)

(ok, fine, besides Marcel. #1 underrated Basterd tho.)

Italian camera assistant Dominick Decoco incoming

Hi , i started writing a x reader insert story with Wilhelm Wicki and was wondering if any of you guys would be interest in reading it. It would be post on wattpad i think, please comment if you re interest in it

This was requested by @jokersqueenofchaos, and while this starts off super angsty it will end on a happy note I promise. This was inspired partially by the song Empty Chairs at Empty Tables from Les Miserable, so feel free to listen along while you read this if you want but it’s not required. Either way I hope everyone enjoys it! Gif and characters are not mine.

Summary: Omar helps comfort the reader after they have a nightmare, which leads to some teasing from the other basterds

Warnings: mentions of death and blood during the nightmare sequence (this will be in italics, and you can skip this part if need be and the story will make sense still), suggestive remarks, if I miss something let me know

The landscape was nothing but grey ash as Y/N trudged through what was left of the town they were staying in. An unexpected attack had been launched by the Nazis, but Y/N was in the town over gathering supplies for them and the other Basterds.

Y/N shoved the oak door of the makeshift hideout, and it fell off the hinges with a loud thud, sending more ash into the air. Y/N sputtered as they waved their hand to clear the air. The roof of the hideout had caved in from the blasts, and the morning sun created a hazy glow in the room.

The table that Y/N and the other Basterds had sat at the night before was the only thing left unbroken in the room. The rest of it was in shambles. Y/N ran around frantically trying to find their comrades.

“Guys, is anyone here?! Please answer me!” No reply came, and Y/N ran further into the medium sized building. When they reached the back room where all of the Basterds slept, including Y/N, they almost passed out at the sight.

Every single one of her friends lie dead in front of them. Aldo had been hung from the ceiling, Hugo had his throat slashed in the same fashion he had done to many Nazis before, Donny had the splinters from his bat shoved into his eyes. All of them were gone. Y/N let the contents of their stomach spill onto the floor.

The one that Y/N was most worried about was Omar. He was sweet and yet just as tough as any of the other Basterds. If he was alive the two of them could get revenge against the people who did this. As the first set of tears fell from Y/N’s eyes, they gently climbed past the corpses of their fallen friends. Then they found the one they didn’t want to see.

Omar was sprawled out on the floor, his eyes still open. Blood dripped from the wound at the top of his forehead, where the scalp was no longer in place. Y/N let out a piercing scream as they fell to the floor clutching Omar to their chest.

Omar could hear the screams through the thin walls, and the other Basterds began to stir in their sleep too. “It’s Y/N. Something is wrong,” Omar said as he sprang up from his sleeping bag. The others started to move, but Omar told them to wait.

Omar sprinted into the other room where Y/N was still screaming in their sleep. Omar pulled back the blankets and shook Y/N’s shoulders gently. “Y/N! Please wake up!”

The shouting brought Y/N from their nightmare, but they moved away from Omar to the opposite side of the bed. The tears still fell from their face, and Omar’s heart shattered at the sight. “It should have been me,” Y/N sobbed at the top of their lungs. “You all deserved to live! If I had been there I could have saved you and everyone else!”

Omar wasn’t sure how to approach Y/N, but he went with his gut and placed both hands on their cheeks. “Y/N, look at me. I’m safe, and the other’s are safe too. I’m not going to make you talk about the nightmare, but I will do whatever it takes to make you feel better.”

Y/N lunged forward and wrapped their arms around Omar’s neck, a few more sobs causing their body to shake. Omar placed his arms around Y/N’s waist and pulled them as close as he possible could to his warm body. Omar’s scent started to calm Y/N in an instant. They noted that he smelled like vanilla and gunpowder. Y/N snuggled closer to Omar, and once Omar realized what was happening, he couldn’t help but blush.

“Thank you, Omar. I’m sorry for waking you up,” Y/N mumbled into Omar’s neck.

Omar gently shook his head as his right hand reassuringly squeezed Y/N’s side. “Don’t apologize, sweetheart. You deserve some comfort.”

The new nickname made Y/N giggle, and they placed a quick but sweet peck on Omar’s cheek. The room felt like a sauna after that to Omar as Y/N drifted off to sleep in Omar’s arms, leaving him a blushing but happy mess. The other Basterds finally started to creep into the room, and they all shared glances once they saw Omar and Y/N.

“Well, looks like you have the magic touch, Omar,” Aldo grinned as he leaned against the door frame.

“Ain’t they cute,” Donny commented. “Imagine the cute kids they’ll have!”

Hugo, who had been very protective of Y/N from the start, sent a somewhat threatening glare towards Omar. “I may be your comrade, but you treat them wrong and I’ll kill you myself.”

Omar swallowed as he nodded his head to show he understood. “I would never hurt Y/N, and I promise to keep her safe.”

Hugo could tell Omar was telling the truth, so he too nodded his head before leaving. The others went to leave as well, but Donny went back just as the other’s were out of ear shot. “Hey, you two had better not make to much noise late at night. I enjoy my beauty sleep ya know.” Donny sent a wink at Omar, who turned the color of an apple as he shifted slightly. Donny laughed as he walked away, leaving Y/N and Omar alone again.

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