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The Basterds, The Spies, and the Baroness (Archie Hicox x Fem!Reader)

Requested by @mbluxaeterna

I haven't written for Archie before, but I did my best, sorry luv!

Also sorry this took so long!

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"Now before we meet your contact, John-"

"Archie." Lieutenant Hicox cleared his throat as he attempted to look disinterested, and straightened out his collar.

Aldo nodded, disinterested himself as he went on, "Yeah. Before we get you to that tavern, there's someone we need to introduce you to."

Hugo smiled...

Which scared not only Archie, but everyone else.

Still, it was warranted.

The basterds rushed back into Paris before making their way to the village of Nadine. In the streets of Paris, there was a common street musician. A woman. Perhaps a lost Greek muse, with a talent belonging to a forgotten ancient world, but a heart that would soon belong to Lieutenant Archie Hicox.

A crowd of Parisians dreaming of freedom wandered by, lulled by your song.

A crowd of nazis circled around you, smoking, listening to you, befriending you. They gathered there often, told you their stories, their names, their secrets. They told you about their ambitions, their friends, their homes. They told you about their wives. Most of all, they told you all about their missions.

In fact... they bragged about them to you.

And you listened, and played on. You played your guitar. You played a character. And you played the nazis.

You were just girl to them, who would listen and entertain. To the nazis, you were just a girl with a song to play and a heart to give.

In reality, you were (technically) a soviet spy. With a freelance mission to complete, and information to pass on.

Archie didn't know that.

So when the basterds stood across the street, listening to the nazis chattering to you in slurred French, as you played your guitar and looked up at them with a smile, and spoke amicably, he was more than confused.

It must be a joke...

He looked to the basterds. "She's just some French girl. Probably a damned collaborator from the looks of it."

Donny shook his head, and smirked "She's not French, Hicox. Thought you tommy's were smarter than that."

Archie raised his eyebrow. You certainly had the nazis fooled.

And him.

Aldo made eye contact with you, and your false smile for the nazis illuminated like a distant star for the basterds when you caught sight of your old friends.

You tilted your chin up a little, your notes beginning to slow down.

You excused yourself.

You had an ill aunt to visit.

Perhaps you'd return in a day or two.

And the nazis bought that.

They dispersed, back to their stations, unwittingly as you made your way to their sworn enemies, the basterds.

Archie's question remained unanswered until that moment.

You smiled as you held your arms out, greeting the basterds. "Priviet!" ‘Hi!’

Archie's question was answered.

What were you?

Perhaps the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

Priviet.....

Archie was an expert on German films, and mastered the language. But he knew a word or two thrown around by allies...

That was Russian...

And judging by the way you carried yourself in front of the nazis, despite having what appeared to be a close relationship with the basterds... Archie concluded you must be a spy.

A Soviet spy.

Though, you wore elegant clothes, and long, diamond earrings. Your guitar was brand new. You drew so much attention. By no means were you what he'd expect from a spy.

And maybe that was perfect.

"Y-you were just talking to all those nazis and you-"

You smiled a little as you pulled your hair onto your left shoulder, "Hearsay is valuable. Lose lips sink ships, as you say. Music makes men far from home feel closer. They talk. I listen." You smirked a little as you glanced at the handsome newcomer, "Then I talk," You chuckled and winked at him.

Archie gulped, and stammered.

Something he hadn't done since he was a school boy.

Aldo smirked a little, "You'll have to excuse Lietenant Hicox. He's a lttle nervous with our mission."

You raised your eyebrow as your eyes grazed over the boys. Those familiar faces...

You smirked, "And so are you."

Donny scoffed, "What? Us?! C'mon!"

You tilted your head, as you looked to the seemingly incredulous sergeant, and Aldo, "No? Then why else would you boys have come to me?"

All the younger basterds turned their attention to their officers.

You were right.

You were an old friend of theirs...

And a last resort.

You knew that, and you went along with them without asking a single detail about this new mission.

Archie didn't know what to make of you. He turned to Aldo, "She hasn't even been briefed... She doesn't know a thing. Why are we bringing her?"

"Because, lieutenant. Y/n is an old soul. She's loyal. She's got a fighter in her. Makes sure everyone we got goin' in, makes it back out. As a lieutenant, that should mean somethin' to you."

Archie nodded as he glanced at you. You were a little ahead, walking with the rest of the basterds, just out of ear shot. "I see..."

You didn't say much along the way. You, by nature, were more of a listener than a talker. And...Hugo liked that about you. And you liked that about him. As the boys gave up with the years of your cryptic and unsatisying answers about being a Soviet spy, you sat by Hugo.

And he left you alone.

Both you and Hugo were not the loquacious type.

You were all hiding out in a building across the tavern where the boys were meeting with Archie's contact.

You were strumming lost, calming notes on your guitar. Hugo was by you, sharpening his knife.

Everyone was a little shook up because it turned out...the boys would be in a basement.

You abruptly stopped playing when you heard footsteps, out of instinct. It was only Archie, but he still outranked you... technically they all did.

But they respected the hell out of you.

Hugo looked up in annoyance when Archie said, "Stiglitz, right?"

"That's right sir."

Something about all this didn't feel right. Usually you were up for anything...but something was different.

No...it wasn't just that Archie Hicox was there...and handsome...and had a nice accent...

You shook your head subtly as you tuned your guitar, while Archie made sure Hugo kept his head in the tavern.

"I don't look calm to you?"

"Well...now that you put it like that...I guess you do."

Hugo looked at him for a moment in sheer annoyance, and then went back to sharpening his knife.

You kept your smirk hidden as you looked down at your guitar, and started to play again. You felt a presence in front of you, but you didn't stop playing until he spoke.

You heard Hugo mutter in irritation.

If there was once thing the basterds knew for certain about Hugo Stiglitz, it was that he liked good music.

And...there was a rumor once, long ago, that he may have liked you.

But it was only a rumor...one that he silenced with his own hands... But that was a story for another day...

"And you, miss L/n?

"I'm just a musician, sir."

He smiled a little, his cheeks turning red, "Please, call me Archie."

"Then you must call me Y/n, nothing more." You smiled softly as you looked back down at your guitar.

Hugo smirked, knowing you were once much more.

"Y/n..." Archie couldn't help but smile when he said your name. It just sounded so beautiful to him. "You don't have to come to the tavern. It will be dangerous."

"I'm a Soviet spy, Archie. This is what I do." You smiled reassuringly.

"But you're not a basterd, you've no idea how dangerous this is, y...y/n..." He looked at you with eyes of concern.

You set your guitar down, and smiled a little. "Archie, dorogoi..." 'Archie, darling'

You gestured to the basterds, "These boys only come to me in the worst of it. You've no idea the things these basterds have dragged me into."

Hugo smirked in reminiscence as he continued to sharpen his knife.

Archie nodded, seeing you were dead set on it. "So you'll be posing as the musician?"

"Posing? It’s what I am. They all know that. Simple. Nothing more."

Archie nodded adn softly repeated, "Nothing more..."

That's what you should've been to him...

Nothing more than a contact. A friend of the basterd's. Nothing more than a street musician...

But to him, you were frighteningly becoming so much more.

As he spoke to Aldo in the other room, and you continued to play a nameless song that would never be played again. Hugo interrupted you this time.

He said nothing.

Not with his lips, anyway.

His smirking eyes and contorted eyebrow said it all.

You had spoken more than usual.

"What, Hugo? He's just...just a lieutenant."

He smirked, quietly understanding Archie was more than that as he turned his attention back to his knife and your song.

**** As Archie feared, the night was far more eventful than it should have been...

You winced when he ordered three glasses.

The wrong way...

Even you knew it was wrong. You'd hoped Hellstrom didn't notice. He glanced at you for a moment, the well known abandoned Russian in Parisian streets...

His eyes once full of admiration were then full of evil and realization.

You knew he had noticed.

Because in his eyes he questioned years of stories and secrets that he'd given to you personally... And there you were, among the impostors.

Bridget began to tense up.

You looked at Hugo...

He seemed calm, but his eyes weren't.

Archie had no idea...

Not until you all heard Dieter's gun click. Archie bought a moment of time with a request to go out speaking the King’s...

He glanced at you in what he thought were his final moments... His eyes full of longing and loss, as if saying, ‘Perhaps in another life...’ You wouldn’t let that happen. You had plans. It all felt as if it passed in a millisecond and an eternity all at once.

You let your instincts kick in. They never once let you down...

You shot Dieter in the head, flipped the table over, stopping Hellstrom's bullet from hitting Archie, as you pulled Bridget and Wicki down, saving her from harm, and giving Wicki an edge against the nazis.

You threw a knife from the table into a Eric's eye, just before he shot Hugo. You ran to pick up the dead Hellstrom's gun with your left hand, as you held your own in your right. You stood, out in the open, shooting at the nazis that dared to breathe.

When it was all said and done... You didn't know who was alive and who was hurt...

You took cover behind the overturned table... It wouldn't be long before the rest of the basterds came to help.

All you knew was there was a nazi named Wilhelm attempting to negotiate with Aldo.

You heard Bridget call out, "I'M ALIVE."

Frankly, the rest of the negotiation, and Wilhelm's death were a blur to you. You were more focused trying to figure out what happened to the others...

They weren't in your line of sight, and if you moved too suddenly, that last nazi might shoot you...

It wasn't until you heard unexpected shots being fired that you peered over the table, gun in hand, ready to fire, only to see that Bridget had shot Wilhelm.

You took a breath, as you scurried to the other side of the room. Bridget turned to you, gun aimed at you, but she took a breath as she realized it was you.

You crouched over Hugo and Archie.

You and Bridget heard shuffling behind you.

Wicki was starting to get up... He was limping.

You heard Aldo call down, "VON HAMMERSMARCK? WILHELM? WHAT THE HELL WAS HTAT?! WHERE ARE MY MEN?!"

You called out, as you searched for a pulse in Hugo and Archie. You sighed in relief as you sat back.

Hugo had been shot but was alive...

Archie had only been knocked unconscious.

You called out, “ARCHIE'S OUT COLD, WICKI'S LIMPING, HUGO AND VON HAMMERSMARK ARE HURT."

Archie opened his eyes, "Y/N?"

"Good morning, Spyashaya krasavitsa, [sleeping beauty]" You smiled down at him as you reached your hand out to his, "Time to go. You feel ok?"

He nodded, his hand at the back of his bloody head, "Fine. Fine... The others. What happened to the others?!"

You started pulling Hugo's limp arm around your shoulder. "Help Wicki."

Aldo came down and picked Bridget up. You pulled an injured Hugo along, as Wicki limped, held up by Archie.

You had to make an escape.

Soon.

The nazis would be investigating...

Somehow, through it all, you still gritted a cigarette between your teeth. "Smitty, Omar, hold him up for a second."

They nodded and you hotwired one of the nazi's cars.

The boys looked to you in astonishment.

As the engine sputtered, you turned to them, "What?"

You puffed at a cigarette as you walked to the next nazi's car, "We're gonna need two. Aldo, Donny, take the hurt ones down to this address. We'll follow." You jotted down a local veterinarian's address on a napkin and handed it to Donny.

You stood at the next car, watching as Aldo and Donny drove off with Wicki, Archie, Hugo, and Bridget...

You puffed unconsciously at your cigarette... watching...

The smoke rising into the dark abyss that dared call itself a starry sky...

You'd never seen a darker one.

"Y/n..."

You looked back at the boys.

Omar, Smitty, and Hirschberg looked to you with wide eyes.

You nodded, and softly murmured under your breath, both to comfort them, and yourself with words you'd said to the younger ones so many times before, "Vse korosho... Vse korosho." 'it's ok, it's ok...'

Hirschberg stepped up, "Whoa, whoa, princess."

"Don't call me that." Your voice turned like a violent tide, harsher than you intended.

You had a history...a story, a home...a life, long before you were a Soviet spy. 'Princess' wasn't exactly what you were, but it was something that you were once poised to be.

Still, the boys didn't know that. Except for Hugo, but he'd never tell a soul.

You sighed, about to apologize, but they didn't mind. Everyone was on edge, and they were worried about you.

You were covered in blood.

Whose blood, was unclear.

Your hands were shaking, and your puffs of smoke were inconsistent.

You managed to get the engine going, and just before you hopped in, Omar said, "I'll drive."

"No."

"Y/n..."

You looked to the other two, then down at your hands.

Whose blood...

Yours...Archie's....Hugo's...Wicki's...Bridget's?

You didn't know...

But you nodded. "Ok. Take a left here."

**** As the basterds figured out a back up plan, you remained in the other room, tending to Wicki and Hugo. All the while, stealing glances at Archie.

Hugo and Wicki wouldn't be able to go on with Operation Kino.

But, aside from a headache, Archie would be fine.

You and Archie walked in, just as the next step to Operation Kino was set in stone.

"I don't speak Italian!"

"Like I said, third best. Just keep your fuckin' mouth shut! Matter of fact, why don't you start practicin' now?"

You smiled a little, though you had a bit of a development yourself.

"I believe I can get one more of you in."

Aldo raised an eyebrow and turned to you, "You can fuckin' what?!"

You smirked, "It's only right...after all, an exiled Russian duchess, friendly with the local nazis to be invited to the biggest night in Paris."

Omar narrowed his eyes in disbelief as the basterds stared in astonishment and confusion, "You're a what..."

You giggled a little, "Might not be exactly true, but...true enough."

Aldo leaned against the counter, tired of the long day, but intrigued to high hell.

As a matter of fact, they all were. "You wanna run that by me again, your goddamn highness?"

You sighed and tilted your head side to side as you pieced your words together, "At best, I was 19th in line for the throne. I was more of a baroness, really... The youngest. I didn't have a real shot at the throne. I didn't live in the palaces, but I lived well. I was only a child when the tsar's family....my family... was murdered.... That's revolution for you." You sighed and shook your head. "I hardly remember, but that was when we escaped to France. Now it's just me."

"So..." Donny pressed for the answers that everyone had wanted from you for years.

"So I was far enough in line from the throne to be spared, but close enough to claim something the Krauts would believe."

Smitty was utterly shocked, "They bought that?"

You nodded as you reached in your shirt. You pulled a chain over your collar. It was golden, and bloodstained. At the end was an emerald pendant lined with diamonds.

A piece of a misfortune that was left of the once grand past.

And all that you cared to carry with you of it.

"True enough for them." You winked at Archie.

He didn't know if it was you or the hit to the head that made him dizzy at that point.

Aldo nodded. If you'd kept that a secret from them for so long, he knew you were absolutely the best person he could have turned to for the job.

He was convinced you were the reason any of his men made it out of that tavern, though you'd never admit it personally.

He nodded, trusting you once again. "Alright. You take Archie as your escort. He says he's a kraut captain, just as planned. You're an exiled royal, they like you, they won't question you. Right?"

You nodded, with a slight smirk that somehow always brought the basterds relief. "Verno..." 'Right."

The next night, the basterds were hanging around your apartment. It was in a more expensive, and elegant side of Paris. Of course, you were still am exiled baroness. It was to be expected. Still, the inside was not overly lavish and gaudy, save for a portrait or two that was salvaged from the empire that once was, along with their original frames, older than a monarchy.

You all sat around, getting ready for the long, and perhaps final night ahead of you.

Your dog, a blind samoyed, abandoned by the streets of Paris, played with and comforted the nervous basterds for a while. Donny petted your dog, "What's it's name?"

You smiled and giggled a little, unsure whether or not they'd be able to repeat it, "Solnishko. It means little sun."

Archie narrowed his eyes... "Sol....solkneescoh....So-" Your dog barked happily and followed Archie’s voice, jumped on him and licked his face playfully as he chuckled, "Alright boy, alright."

Some of the younger basterds were standing around one of the portraits. There were nineteen people in it. All around the tsar, all in line for the throne, and all a family.

A family you only had one memory left of: That same portrait.

Omar turned to look at you, "Where are you?"

You smiled softly as you pointed to a woman in a cheery yellow dress, with a green emerald pendant hanging around her neck. Her husband rested a careful arm around her, a general covered in medals, ribbons, and scars from the ongoing war.

In their arms, was a baby, wrapped in royal purple silk.

"That's me."

Smitty cleared his throat, "So...Y/n... this may or may not be the our last chance to ask this...So we know you're a spy...but everyone knows your story now...How does this all work?....is Y/n your real name?"

You'd lost your home, your family, and your history. Your name was all you had left of it. You nodded. You held your name with pride, and used it against the nazis.

Hirschberg was still confused, "Just to clarify...Soviets kicked you out, cause you were royal?"

"Basically."

"And then France took you in?"

"Da." You nodded.

"And the fucken Krauts think you have a grudge against the Soviets, beause of all that, so they tell you anything."

"Yes."

"But you're really helping the allies and soviets all along?"

You nodded again, "That about sums it up, kid."

Omar frowned, "But if the Soviets killed your family...why are you helping them?"

"Ah, Soviets..." You sighed, "It's not the Russia I know."

The boys looked to each other, and then back at you.

"I knew Russia. Not the Soviet Union. Krauts think I hate the motherland. But land is land, the people are still my own. I want to go home. And the Soviets promised me full pardon for the crime of the blood in my veins, if I cooperated with the allies, which I'd already been doing for years."

"So you want to go back to Russia?"

"Russia, yes. Soviet Union, no."

Hirschberg asked "So why would you make the deal?"

You sighed, "Just to see it one last time..."

Then, Archie walked in, wearing a tuxedo, ready for the premiere. "Now, now boys, don't tire out a Russian noble with all the questions."

You laughed and rolled your eyes, "No more a Russian noble now than you are, Archie."

He smiled a little, then gestured down at his suit, "I look alright?"

You clenched your teeth, and turned a bit red. You didn't quite want to look at him, for that exact reason.

He did look alright.

And more than that.

You nodded, "Korosho..." ‘Good...’ You cleared your throat and moved on, keeping the level headedness of a baroness.

You let the boys wander around your apartment, and play with the dog as you looked over the balcony, smoking one last cigarette, watching the sun set in the west.

You wore a ruby red dress, a stunning evening gown, with the emerald pendant around your neck. A phonograph played a song you'd listened to since you were a child. On the Hills of Manchuria.

Your eyes sauntered to the east. To the hills of Manchuria you vaguely remembered...

Then back over the red horizon...

"Beautiful sunset, isn't it?"

You turned around, and saw Archie standing politely by the door. "May I?"

You nodded and smiled, "Please."

He stepped out, and stood by you, leaning over the balcony where vines were entwined. "I'd no idea you'd lived through the revolution."

"I was about three when it happened. Five when my mother and I escaped. I don't remember much."

"And you're at it again."

You shrugged, "My father was a general in the first war. That was our only saving grace then. This seems to be my own saving grace now. War is in my blood, apparently."

"You don't have to...." He trailed off.

He'd only known you for a few days, but he couldn't let any harm pass you. Still, it was more of the basterd's mission at that point, and he had to let Aldo handle it.

"Don't have to what?"

"N-nothiing... Just...A-Aldo wanted to speak to you."

You exhaled a puff of smoke into the greying sky, and scoffed a little. "I'm not an infant, lieutenant. This is my war too."

"Please?"

You turned to him with a resilient sigh, but you couldn't say no to his pleading, wide eyes.

You nodded, and walked in, only to chuckle a little when you saw Aldo.

"What?"

"I never thought I'd see Aldo Raine in a smoking white jacket."

Aldo frowned, and muttered, "Yeah, yeah...anyway kid..." He sighed and cleared his thoat as he straightened out his bowtie, "You done me a solid more times than I care to admit, and you uh, you always made sure my men made it out." He glanced back to your livingroom, at the injured Wicki and Hugo, resting and taking shelter on two burgundy divans. "Maybe not always in one piece," you both chuckled a little as Aldo went on, "But you always done looked out for us."

"You're my friends. What else would I do?"

Aldo shook his head, as Archie stood by him. "This time's different."

"I know. This is the end." You nodded.

All you knew was that the basterds were taking down the nazis' high command, but not the means in which it was going to happen.

Archie shook his head. "No, Y/n. This isn't like an ambush. This is..."

Aldo nodded, "It's a suicide mission. And whoever falls behind, stays behind."

You looked at all of them. Donny was taking a shot by the counter. Bridget was adjusting her dress over her cast and softly petting your dog that was laying on her lap. Hugo and Wicki, barely kicking. The youngest basterds, with barely a chance.

"There won't be no gettin' my men out. Not this time... Not again." Aldo sighed, in reminiscence and gratitude at all you'd done for them through the years. "This ain't your mission. You go on, git, after you get us in."

"But-"

Archie didn't let you finish your thought. It was unnegotiable. "Aldo's right. You get me in, then..then you slip away during the beginning of the movie. No one's the wiser."

"But."

Aldo looked at you. Stern, and commanding, "Save yourself. Just this once. Do me this one last favor."

Archie looked to you, his eyes gentle, and his voice lower, "This is not your war to fight, Y/n."

You turned to them, "No? Seems it was my war to fight to every single side of it. It's all I've done for the past nine years. You'd better believe this is my war. They've murdered people all around me. They've taken over the world. Your world. My world. How is this not my war?"

Aldo rebuked you, "This mission wasn't santioned to you."

You scoffed, "And yet you came to me."

They were silent.

It was true.

You weren't a soldier, but this sure as hell was still your war.

"You trusted me before, boys." You looked into a mirror with a golden frame hanging over a fireplace, as you put your earrings in, "Don't stop now."

***** About an hour later, you were all approaching the line to enter the premier. Aldo muttered, "If you're not outside the theater by 9:45, Smitty and Hirschberg gon' get you, and you'll compromise us."

You didn't know if Aldo was strategizing, or had lost his mind, but he looked serious.

You sighed, and nodded, "Fine."

So you made your way past the guards with your genuine invitations: A German starlet. An Italian stuntman, a camerman, and his assistant, followed by an exiled Russian noble, and her escort, a highly decorate German captain.

Or, quite simply, a few basterds, a couple of spies, and a baroness.

You sat with Archie, just a row behind Donny and Omar. You could see them starting to leave their seats.

Aldo and Bridget were nowhere in sight.

"It's 9:40, darling."

You looked at Archie, stunned for a moment, then watched as he shrunk down a little, "Sorry, I-"

You shook your head a little, as you smiled at him, "Don't be sorry, darling... Not now..."

He smiled down at you, but caught himself looking into your eyes. He turned away, and whispered, a twinge of somberness and loss in his voice, "You should go..."

You shook your head again, with a soft denial and plea... "Nyet..." You held his cheek gently, and turned his face towards yours, as you whispered, "No regrets...Not tonight. Not for you."

His lips parted, his heart skipped a beat, and you leaned in and kissed him, as the roars of guns and a crowd echoed around you, drowning out the echoes of war and propoganda.

You pulled away from Archie after about a minute...

All of it was ending that night. The war, the salutes, the basterds...it was all going to be nothing more than an ashy memory of that night.

All left behind...

He nodded at you reassuringly, and you left your seat.

Soon, he'd follow suit, and join Donny and Omar...

Your heels echoed down the dark, silent street. The night was damp, the air was heavy. The stars seemed solemn.

Smitty looked down at his watch, with a smirk, "It's 9:44. You just made it."

You sighed, "I see."

Hirschberg, patted your back, "You did the right thing, Y/n."

You nodded, but you began to narrow your eyes as you looked down the dark street.

Smitty squinted, trying to follow your gaze. "What?"

You murmured, as you looked into nothingness. "You see that?"

"See what?" Hirschberg cupped his hands around his eyes as he squinted.

You started to silently slip off your high heels, leaving them abandoned on the sidewalk.

"Over there! Just after that shop!"

When they were distracted, you slipped away, back into the theater.

"FUCK. Y/N?!" Smitty started running after you, but Hirschberg grabbed onto his shirt, shaking his head, smiling softly, "No..."

"BUT ALDO SAID-"

"Let her go, Uti...Let her go."

Utivich sighed and nodded. He'd noticed it too...

It would've been cruel to keep you from Archie, and make you watch it all burn down and blow away in the wind.

Smitty shook his head and sighed in defeat and admiration, "Basterd..."

You looked for Aldo and Bridget. They should've been there...

You looked through the rooms...and you found Bridget, and broke your heart. You remembered Aldo’s words. Whoever fell behind, stayed behind. You didn’t find a sign of Aldo, but you spotted a broken champagne glass in the middle of the lobby. It was odd that it hadn’t been cleaned... You made your way upstairs, and found Hitler's guards dead.

You could hear the war's chaotic finale just behind the door.

You opened the door and found them pulling off perhaps the most important kill of the war.

"OMAR. DONNY."Omar turned to look at you.Donny kept gunning at Hitler's already unrecognizable face. "DONNY."

He stopped and looked at Omar then you in confusion, fury in his eyes still blurring his future.

You had one mission of your own. Make sure those basterds made it out to see the world they saved. So.... Naturally...

You tackled Donny.

He fell on his back, and you tore off the explosives from his ankle, and threw it down into the fiery sea of nazis.

You looked at Omar.

He held his hands up and stepped back a little.

If you could take down the Bear Jew...there was no telling what you could do to him..

He quickly untied his explosives and threw them down.

"Go. Now."

Omar shook his head, "Aldo?"

You were silent for a moment then said, "Not here."

"And Von Hammersmarck?" You ushered them through the door, "She fell behind."

You turned back and across the theater you saw Archie still unleashing hellfire onto the nazis. You looked to Omar and Donny and said, "I'll meet you outside. Find Aldo. I’ll get Archie."

They nodded, and vanished beyond the smoke.

You turned around, and met Archie's eye as your lungs burned with smoke.

He nodded once... He understood...

He threw his gun down, onto the opera box, and his explosives over the edge. He started running through the opera boxes to meet you in the middle...

As you both passed each opera box, you looked to each other.

About half way there...he couldn't see you anymore.

There was only smoke.

"Y/N?!"

He ran through the ash and haze, trying to find you.

There you were... sprawled on your back, helplessly under the axphyxiating smoke, like a bloody chalk outline.

"Y/n?!" Archie coughed...the smoke beginning to make him drowsy. He covered his mouth with his arm, trying to hold out for a minute or two longer.

He shook his head in disbelief as he reached for you. He took you in his arms, and made his way through the collapsing theater, and made it out with only seconds to spare.

He walked through the street with you in his arms.

Hirschberg was sitting there, his hand on the back of his head, covered in blood. He'd been knocked down while Smitty and Aldo were taken away.

Omar and Donny were with him, watching the cinema burn down, the rise smoke, and Archie emerge with you in his arms...

Omar murmured "We did it..."

The basterds looked at you with heavy hearts fearing the worst...

Archie set you down on the curb just across the street as the cinema exploded. He held your hand, and waited...

It was all he could do.

He moved some hair away from your face, and tilted your head up, and cradled you in his arms.

Donny asked, "Is she...."

Archie shook his head, "No...not yet..."

You'd run into the depths of hell for an infinitesimal chance to save them. You'd run around so much looking for Aldo and Briget you'd inhaled too much smoke. Staying to pull Omar and Donny out didn’t do you any favors...

His hand rested on your back, and he could feel your ribs moving, a struggle to breathe that you were losing.

Omar spoke up, his voice soft, unsure of where to go, "Hirschberg says the nazis took Aldo and Smitty that way."

Archie didn't dare tear his eyes away from you. He spoke lowly, almost harshly, "I'm not leaving her. Go."

Donny shook his head, "Look, if nazis come by-"

"Go. Tell them I fell behind." He took a breath, "We both did..."

Donny shook his head. "She didn't leave us behind. She never would have."

"I'm not leaving her behind. You're leaving me behind. Go, now."

Donny sighed, seeing the broken love in Archie's eyes and nodded. He tapped Omar and Hirschberg on the shoulder, beginning one last mission: Find Aldo and Smitty...

"Let's go."

Omar sighed as he looked back at you. It didn't feel right.

But, he knew it was only right to leave Archie alone...

He nodded and pulled Hirschberg up, "Come on, kid... Let's go."

He and Donny held Hirschberg up as they made their way down the street.

Just as they were out of sight, Archie felt you shift a little. He turned to you, as you began to cough a little.

His heart skipped a beat with a twinge of hope.

"Darling, just breathe! That's all, just breathe!" He lifted you a little higher in his right arm, and held your hand with his left hand.

You opened your eyes, and looked up at him, the red light of the fire raining down on both of you.

Your mind was blank with only the knowledge that you'd done all you set out to do.

You kissed Archie...

He pulled away for a moment, laughing, "What happened to just breathing?"

You laughed and pulled him back.

You kissed.

You kissed through the smoke, through the end of the war, in spite of the inferno just meters away, in favor of the inferno between your hearts.

Just then, you heard ann exapserated bostonian echo from the dark street, "OH. OK. FUCK. FUCK. A. DUCK."

You smiled into each other's lips.

With the end of the war, you had all the time in the world.

Archie picked you up, and held onto you as you walked down the street.

Donny was arguing, "FUCK IF I KNOW HOW!"

Hirschberg was leaning against the hood of a nazi's volkswagen, pressing his hands against his aching head, for obvious reasons.

Omar shook his head "WELL I DONT FUCKING KNOW EITHER. DO I LOOK LIKE Y/N TO YOU?!" His voice was breaking out of desparation, and loss. You had been a good friend to them, from the night they dropped into France.

Donny grunted, "DON'T YOU FUCKIN' DARE! Y/N WAS A FUCKING ANGEL AND..." He trailed off as he squinted into the dark. "YN?!"

Omar rolled his eyes, "Oh very funny, how are you gonna....Y/N?!"

You smiled a little, "Boys..." You nodded slightly, and they stepped aside in shock, unable to distinguish between ghosts of hope and reality.

It also worked so you could hotwire the car while they collected themselves.

And when you did, you all piled into the car, in search of Aldo and Smitty.

As you all cruised down the newly freed France, you looked to your right, due east, to the land you'd always wanted to see once more.

Your eyes focused on something you wanted just a bit more, in the near and distant future.

Archie Hicox...

For nearly ten years, you did and went wherever you were needed.

But now that it was all over, there was one place you needed to be.

In the Soviet Union, or in France, or in England, in war or in peace, you had a place to be...

Right there, by Archie's side.

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chiaroscuro | Part 3

chi·a·ro·scu·ro (n.) /kyärəˈsk(y)o͝orō/: an effect of contrasted light and shadow (used in art); Italian, from chiaro light + oscuro dark

Disclaimer: All of the things mentioned in this story are all works of fiction and have been made up by me, the author. I did not intend to make anything based on real life, and any coincidences to real life are purely coincidences.

AU/Genre: Mafia x Cop AU // Fluff, possible smut in future chapters

Warnings: swearing

Members: Jungkook x Reader (ft. original characters)

Length: 1,973 words

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It never fails to amaze you how infuriating your younger sisters can be. You thought you were being a good older sister by going down to visit them on your day off. There were no shipments coming in that you had to oversee, no meetings between business partners that you needed to attend, and yet, all your younger sisters can offer you is annoyance and bickering.

"You don't know how hard it is for us!" Rina yells at you from her kitchen.

You stare at the back of her head, as she stares into her fridge. "Excuse me?" you deadpan, trying not to let the seething fury you feel pumping through your veins into your voice.

Your youngest sister turns to face you. "You heard me! You're off running the family business now, leaving all of the difficult stuff for me and Mona."

"Difficult stuff? Are you saying what I'm doing is not difficult?" Your anger is leaking onto your tongue, lashing out in your words.

"Not as difficult as what me and Mona are dealing with here at home with Mom and Dad.”

"Why don't you enlighten me?" You can feel the rage in every inch of your body now. Creeping down your spine, tingling in your toes. It's taking everything you have to stand your ground and listen to the bullshit spilling out of your sister's mouth.

"We have to deal with Dad's illness why you go sporting around with your bodyguards in your fancy cars. We have to deal with making sure Mom is being taken care of while Dad is basically incapacitated. We have to clean up after you. We have to be their caretakers, while you're out galavanting around town flaunting your new position. All the while doing our own parts for the company." Her eyes are steely as she glares at you across her kitchen island.

You turn to your middle sister, who has been watching everything unfold from the living room couch, eyebrow cocked and tongue ready to lash out at her too. "And you? Do you feel the same way?"

Mona shifts uncomfortably in her seat, averting her eyes from yours, and scratches the back of her neck. "Um...."

She can't even get out a sentence before you're grabbing your purse off the table and storming out of Rina's apartment, but not before yelling out a last, "I can't believe my own sisters have turned against me. Fuck you guys!"

You're seething with hatred as you punch the elevator button, calling it up to take you back to your floor. Once it arrives you take several steadying breaths, before it reaches your floor. The short ride has calmed you significantly but you can no longer stand the thought of being separated by your sisters by mere boards in the floor. Once the doors open on your floor you're yelling at your bodyguards to get in. "You have five seconds to get on the elevator or I'm taking the car by myself."

You've never seen them move faster in your life, which brings slight enjoyment back into your sour mood. As the doors shut you punch the button for the basement garage, ignoring the stares from the men besides you. They don't dare speak to you, sensing the heat emanating from your body during the painfully long ride down. It isn't until you're inside your family’s Bentley that they utter their first word to you.

"Y/N?"

"What?" you snap back.

"Where are we going?" the one in the driver's seat asks hesitantly.

This is the first thing that breaks through the haze of infuriation that shrouds your body. You realize that the sun through the front windshield as he idles at the edge of the street is hurting your eyes, and as you move your hand to cover them you mumble, "I don't...really know. I guess I could use some coffee?"

You take another deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as the car turns down several streets, and the buildings pass by outside your windows. You open up your phone, hoping to see an apologetic text from your sister, but all you're greeted with is endless amounts of unanswered emails. It's still quite early in the day, and you're wondering how so many people have already managed to clutter up your inbox. You begin to scroll through them to occupy your mind of things other than the tense situation you left behind at your home.

Before you can even begin to sort through which emails require your attention, the car stops and your eyes jerk up to the men in front of you.

"We're here," one of them gruffs, and you turn to your side to see the ever-enticing siren staring back at you.

"Oh. Okay. I'll only be a minute," you whisper, the softness in your voice such a change of pace that neither of them think to argue with you, skipping the lecture on the dangers of public places for the day.

You don’t expect such a long line for the middle of the morning, but you figure it best to use this time to answer the mass amount of emails in your inbox. You skip replying to the ones forwarded to you by your sisters, not yet healed from the fight this morning, so you skip to the ones from suppliers, asking about new shipments and routes to run in the area. You’re fully engrossed in the details of your replies until you hear your name being called by the barista.

“Y/N, Venti cold brew with soy milk.”

Your eyes snap up, as confusion clouds your mind. You stare at the people in front of you in line, wondering how they managed to already have your order ready even though there are still several bodies waiting to even order. Glancing over the people waiting by the counter, you think maybe there happens to be someone in the store who happened to have the same name as you and perhaps enjoyed the same beverage as you. But, when no one approaches the counter, even after they repeat the order, you excuse yourself past the other people in line and approach the counter. Sure enough, there sits your exact order, with your name emblazoned on it as if the baristas read your mind.

While you could very easily write this off, thinking to yourself that even though you very well have enough money to pay for the entire store, you feel a slight pang of guilt for taking the coffee without paying for it. So, you clear your throat and try to wave the barista over.

“Excuse me,” you call out to the one nearest to you. “I didn’t pay for this.”

The barista turns his head slightly, a confused glint in his eye. “Yes, ma’am? Did you need something?”

You pick up what you’re assuming to be your drink off of the counter and point at it. “I didn’t pay for this.”

“Oh, um…” the young boy looks panicked, like he’s not sure how to handle this situation. But before he can do something he’s probably not allowed to do, someone behind you speaks up.

“It’s okay. I did,” a low voice sounds over your shoulder.

You spin on your heel, facing the man generous enough to buy your coffee. You’re not sure who would’ve gone through the trouble of doing so, but when you come face-to-face with Jungkook, a smile breaks out involuntarily on your lips.

“Ah, Officer. Hello,” your eyes trail over his outfit of the day, no longer decked out in full police uniform, although you still catch a glimpse of the holster attached to his belt. You wonder to yourself if this is his day off. “How did you even…?”

“I saw you in line when you came in. Well, actually I heard your car before I saw you. Everyone in the store did actually. But, you were too busy on your phone to notice me when you came in. Either way, I thought I’d do my good deed for the day.” His smile is mischievous, relishing in your surprise at his gesture.

“You really didn’t have to,” your voice is stern, trying to hide how his small gesture has brightened your already shitty day.

“I did, though.” His smile is gentle, but there lies something behind his eyes that you can’t place.

“No, trust me,” the laugh in your voice is stiff. You’re trying not to brag about the sheer amount of money you have to your bank account, but it’s hard to refrain when he’s treating you like a damsel in distress he just saved by buying a cup of coffee. You set down your drink again, and rummage in your purse to try and find some loose change to repay the man as you huff out, “You really did not.”

“If I didn’t, how else was I going to get to talk to you?” Your eyes jerk up to his, hand frozen inside your bag, the mischief clear behind his eyes. You think to yourself that age has made the once shy boy you barely remember from middle school into a very handsome young man, who is getting deep into waters he shouldn’t be treading in.

You breathe out what sounds like a laugh, but is traced with the signs of a disapproving sigh. “Officer,” you clear your throat. “Jungkook. That really was unnecessary. I am very--”

He cuts you off, mid sentence. A show of dominance you’re not too keen about. “It worked though. Didn’t it?”

His smirk is testing your last string of patience, which is surprising that he’s managed to boil you down to this so quickly, and so early in the day at that. You sigh, defeated. “If you wanted to talk to me--want to talk to me,” you correct yourself, “you should really think about being more...confident. I’m not that scary, am I?” You raise your eyebrow at him, wishing someone had been there to capture the shit-eating grin that spread across your face as his cocky smirk is wiped clean off his face.

“I--” he clears his throat. His mouth opens and clothes several times, and you can hear him take and let go of several breaths before he gives up and looks down at the coffee on the counter.

“It’s okay,” you almost reach out and pat his shoulder affectionately, but refrain at the last second. You grab a pen out of your purse and reach for the cup that’s in his hand, the liquid inside still warm enough to heat your palm. You quickly scribble your phone number on the side of his coffee and hand it back to him, your hand lingering on his as you speak. “Now if you feel so inclined to talk to me, you don’t have to go so out of your way anymore.”

You take your coffee off the counter, making sure not to turn your back to him until you’ve put several feet between you and him. “See you around, Officer.” You throw him a wink before you push through the door, pulling your purse up your shoulder, and stepping back into your car.

As Jungkook stares down at his cup he can’t help but think about how different you are compared to his memories of you. Then again, he reminds himself that he never really knew who you were before. And, he knows you know nothing about him, except what you’ve gathered from his uniform. As he reaches for his phone, punching in the numbers on his cup he is certain that meeting you twice like this has to mean something, and he’s ready to finally get to know the mystery woman that plagued his mind as a child. The woman that plagues his mind, even now.

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