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All against odds...

For the wonderful @mlmxreader 🥐✨

Hope you’ll enjoy the story!

In wartime, living means getting by from day to day and seeing what fate has in store for you.

For (Y/N), a young Parisian orphan, anything was possible to survive in German-occupied France. The young man did everything to eat his fill between odd jobs and shoplifting while avoiding arrest.

He knew he was leading a dangerous life, but when hunger was tugging at your stomach, there was no choice but to take risks.

Everything changed for the young man the day he crossed paths with the Basterds. That day, starving as he had never been before, he tried to steal the commando's supplies.

But as he stuffed the food into his pockets, he felt the cold kiss of a gun barrel on his neck and heard a deep voice say:

"Stealing food without knowing whose it is... That's really not very smart."

Raising his hands in surrender, (Y/N) turned his head slightly and met the dark gaze of a man in civilian clothes holding him at gunpoint.

He was terrified of dying, but he couldn't help but be fascinated by the man's physique: he wasn't imposing, but his appearance exuded charisma and courage that commanded respect.

As for Wilhelm, he was surprised to see that the thief was a very young man. One only had to see his eyes filled with terror to see that the young thief had no evil intent. And his face, hollowed out by hunger, clearly indicated the reasons for his action.

Putting his weapon away, Wicki asked:

"Who are you?"

(Y/N) stammered:

"My name is (Y/N)."

When he heard the accent, the Austrian man could tell that his interlocutor was French.

"And what are you doing here?"

"I'm surviving, at least as best I can."

Just as Wilhelm was about to answer, the rest of the Basterds arrived.

"Everything all right, Wicki?" asked Aldo.

"Who's that guy?" growled Donny, pointing (Y/N) with his bat.

"If he's a Nazi spy, we'll kill him," Hugo scolded and pulled out his knife.

"Calm down, guys: can't you see he's a kid?" exclaimed Utivitch.

Wicki tried to calm things down:

"No need to get upset, guys. This kid's name is (Y/N). He is French and is starving. That's why he tried to steal food from us, but as you can see, he didn't have time! And he is not armed!"

The other commando members stared at (Y/N), who felt uncomfortable, and confirmed that the young man was not a threat.

Lieutenant Raine approached the young thief and asked:

"And what's your speciality, kid?"

"I can do a lot of things, sir. Mechanics, cooking, you name it."

The lieutenant smiled in amusement:

"Underneath your shy exterior, you've got a way with words. And I like that..."

He held out his hand to (Y/N):

"Are you ready to follow us?"

Without hesitation, the young man took the outstretched hand and answered:

"So, where are we going, sir?"

"Call me Lieutenant Raine, kid. And for the rest, trust me!"

Since that day, (Y/N) had found his place in a group that had become a family.

And he had also found more than that in the person of Wilhelm Wicki.

From the first days, the Austrian had taken the young man under his wing, helping him integrate into the group and explaining the use of weapons to defend himself.

The more time passed, the more they got to know and appreciate each other.

But what started out as a mentor-protégé relationship gradually turned into a romance. While first, this had surprised the other Basterds - except for Hugo, who had guessed it quickly - everyone had accepted the relationship and had been supportive.

(Y/N) loved being with the Basterds: they became his new family.

And he adored Wilhelm as much as Wilhelm adored the young man.

(Y/N) would do anything for his lover.

Anything to save him.

His torturer could do whatever he wanted with him, but the young man would say nothing.

He would never denounce the Basterds.

He would never hand Wilhelm over to them.

The young Frenchman would rather die than betray his friends.

But his jailers had decided to keep him alive a little longer.

"Are you going to talk, traitor?" barked the German soldier, hitting him in the ribs with an iron bar.

The blow caused (Y/N) to spit blood.

Even though he could not see himself in a mirror, the young man knew he was injured.

His mouth tasted of blood, every breath he took caused him horrible pain, and he could feel the wounds on his body.

Despite the pain, (Y/N) wanted to show those Nazi bastards he was tough.

With a mocking smile, he asked:

"Are you okay, Hellstrom? Are you enjoying yourself? Admit it, you're turned on?"

Sitting in the back of the room, Hans Landa's henchman frowned.

He thought capturing the youngest member of Lieutenant Raine's commando would lead to the downfall of those American barbarians.

Much to his disappointment, (Y/N) endured the torture without saying anything relevant.

The Nazi officer replied coldly.

"You're getting tiresome, (Y/N) (L/N). I could kill you now: after all, who would care if a pathetic orphan from Paris died?"

"Please: I heard this sentence since I was a kid. I thought you would be more creative !" mocked Y/N.

Annoyed, Hellstrom got up from his seat and took his horsewhip.

He raised his arm and violently hit the young man in the chest.

"You're wasting my time and my patience, you tramp!"

He grabbed (Y/N) by the jaws, forcing the young man to look at him.

"I don't care about you. You're only a paw that I use!"

(Y/N) spat on his face.

"You'll never have them. But you should watch your Nazi ass because they will catch you and make you pay for it."

Hellstrom grinned sadistically.

"You think so? Well, you have faith in your pathetic friends. Or should I say that you believe in a certain Austrian Jew?"

(Y/N) tried to keep a neutral face, but the gleam of concern in his eyes did not escape Hellstrom.

"You didn't think I knew about your little romance with Wicki, did you? I heard rumours about two men in an ill-natured relationship within your group. What could I expect from your team of unruly bastards?"

His grin got wider.

"And now, I will have all of them. And it is thanks to you, little Parisian rat."

Hellstrom turned and left the room, declaring:

"Untie him and put him in his cell! I had enough for today!"

Bruised by the hours of torture, (Y/N) could no longer feel any part of his body.

But he could still feel the bite of the cold floor of his cell when the German soldiers threw him in before closing the door.

Once alone, (Y/N) cursed himself: if only he had not been so careless, none of this would have happened.

As he curled up on the floor, the young man swallowed his tears of frustration: deep down, he hoped the Basterds wouldn't come and save him. He could never forgive himself for sending them into the jaws of death.

But he feared he would never see Wilhelm again. His Wil.

(Y/N) let out a tear as he thought of his lover.

He owed him for giving him a second chance in life, for protecting and loving him as no one else had ever done before.

The Austrian embodied a quiet strength that reassured the young Frenchman.

The young man crossed his arms against his chest, trying to remember Wilhelm's warm and reassuring embrace, protecting him from the cold.

He could recall his smell, his deep voice whispering sweet nothings and his lips offering love to his skin.

These sweet memories comforted (Y/N), who felt his strength gradually leaving him.

As he sank into unconsciousness, the young man murmured:

"I am sorry, Wilhelm. But I have no strength left..."

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Meanwhile, a real massacre occurred.

The soldiers there had the misfortune to face Aldo Raine and his men.

"Forward, boys. Let's find (Y/N) and get out of here!"

The commando searched the place, freeing the prisoners in the process.

Donny, Hirschberg and Utivich looked for their friends.

"Where the hell is he?" snarled Donny.

"I don't know. I hope we are not too late!" sighed Hirschberg.

"Wilhelm would never forgive himself if something happened to (Y/N). Neither us, you admit it," added Utivich.

The three men stayed silent: they feared for their friend.

They got along with the young French boy after he integrated their team.

They supported his relationship with Wicki.

They could not imagine how Wilhelm would suffer if (Y/N) died.

Hirschberg arrived in front of the jail and peeked through the keyhole.

"Hey, Don! Open it: there is someone here!"

"Got it!" replied the Bear Jew who shot the door.

Hirschberg opened it and immediately recognized the man lying on the floor.

"OH, MY GOD! (Y/N)!"

The trio rushed to their friend, appalled by the multiple wounds on their friends' body.

Utivich gently shook (Y/N):

"(Y/N)! It's Smitty! Do you hear me?"

(Y/N) murmured weakly:

"Smitty..."

"I'm here. Donny and Geri are here too. We're going to get you out of this, I promise."

Donny gently took the young man in his arms.

"Gosh, what have these bastards done to you?"

"He needs medical care ASAP!"

"Luckily, the French Resistance will provide us with some help. Let's go!"

They rushed outside and joined their teammates.

"Guys, we found (Y/N)!"

When he heard this, Wicki turned around and noticed his boyfriend in Donny's strong arms.

Zimmermann held back a cry of horror while Sakowitz and Kagan turned their heads, horrified.

As for Hugo, he felt his blood boiling: his bloodthirst increased tenfold. No one ever laid a hand on his friends!

Aldo clutched his fists out of frustration: he could not imagine what (Y/N) endured.

The Austrian man rushed to (Y/N) and saw with horror the extent of the injuries on the young man's body.

The erratic breathing of his young lover painfully raised a torso covered in bruises and cuts.

And what about his beautiful face, no longer recognizable?

Wilhelm barely dared to touch (Y/N's) cheek and whispered:

"Why did I come so late?"

Suddenly, (Y/N) opened his eyes weakly and whispered:

"Wil..."

"It's all right, I'm here. We'll get you out of here!"

The young man tried to explain:

"They wanted me to betray you... But I didn't say anything... I didn't say anything..."

"We know that, kid. You're one of us: we know your value. " Aldo reassured him.

He gently stroked (Y/N)'s hair.

"Hold on, boy. We're getting you out of here!"

He motioned to his men.

"Now, let's go! We need to go before some stupid Krauts arrive!"

The commando rushed outside, Donny carrying (Y/N) in his arms.

The young man fell gently into a torpor, reassured that he would not die in a Nazi cell.

And if he should not survive to his wounds, at least he would die by the side of the man he cherished the most.

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Slowly opening his eyes, (Y/N) understood that he survived his ordeal.

The young man tried to move, but he felt sore.

"Stay still: you need to recover," told him a familiar voice.

The French man gradually turned his eyes and saw Wilhelm standing next to him.

"Wil..."

"I am here, liebe," said Wilhelm while stroking his lover’s hair.

The Jewish man picked a cup of water and handed it to (Y/N).

"You might need it, I guess..."

(Y/N) gently took the cup and drank it before asking:

"How long I slept ?"

"You lied in this bed for two days."

"QUOI? TWO DAYS?"

Wilhelm nodded.

"You need this to recover from all your wounds. I do not know how you managed to survive..."

The older man stopped in his speech, trying to contain his emotions.

(Y/N) understood that Wil blamed himself for arriving late.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, don't worry."

(Y/N) sighed.

"Wil, don't start lying. I see something bothers you, so you better tell me what. Please!"

The older man bit his lip before answering.

"I'm sorry for failing you!"

"What?"

"I failed you. If I went with you, nothing would happen!"

"Wil, nothing is your fault. And I prefer being the only one being captured rather than you!"

The young man lowered his head.

"They knew about us... And Hellstrom told me that I would be your downfall. I'd rather die than betray all of you!"

Tears started to roll down his face.

"I was so scared about you. I thought I would never see you again, but at the same time, I accepted my fate. After all, I'm only a lost boy from Paris, and I know nobody used to care about me. You're the best thing that happened to me, and I would not let these Nazi bastards lay a hand on you!"

The Austrian man wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and pulled him close.

"I'm so glad to find you in time."

He gently stroked (Y/N)'s face.

"You're not just a lost boy from Paris. You mean more than that to me, and I would do everything for you. Never forget that, Schatz!"

Smiling, (Y/N) gently kissed Wilhelm's lips.

"Je t'aime, Wilhelm."

"Ich liebe dich, (Y/N)."

The Austrian helped his boyfriend get up on his feet.

"Come on, I have a surprise for you!"

Intrigued, the young French man followed Wilhelm.

The pair get a warm welcome from the rest of the team.

"Here you are!"

"Welcome back, (Y/N)!"

Aldo smiled.

"Look who is back! You're right on time, (Y/N)! We got a little something for you!"

"Yeah! We got a special guest!" laughed Hirschberg, pointing to a man tied to a tree.

(Y/N) looked at the man and recognized Hellstrom.

The latter no longer showed arrogance; instead, he was scared to death.

The young man smiled and said:

"Well, well, well! I thought I would never see you again. But hey, it's good you're here! Because my ill-natured relationship with Wilhelm would survive the war... unlike you!"

The Nazi officer shook with fear: he assumed capturing (Y/N) would bring the Basterds to the downfall. Instead, it pissed them off, and it angered an Austrian Jew man who would devastate Germany for his French lover.

All against odds.

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