Fanfic: various RPF, Inglourious Basterds

Title/Prompt: Admiration
Pairing: Michael Fassbender/Daniel Bruhl
Rating: PG
Word Count: 193


Michael may not have any scenes with Daniel, but he likes to do a little research on his fellow actors whenever he takes on a new project. He’s seen quite a few of Daniel’s films - The Edukators, Goodbye Lenin!, Love in Thoughts (which also had August, Michael was surprised to find out) and he’s come to appreciate Daniel’s extraordinary acting ability. Sometimes he even sneaks onto the set to catch scenes with Zoller, watches Daniel interact with Melanie and it’s truly a sight to behold.

One day Michael gets the courage to approach Daniel, offering him a cigarette before not so subtlety gushing about how great an actor he thinks he is. Daniel grins and bows his head, thanks him, and before Michael knows what the hell he’s doing he’s asking the man if he would like to go to dinner, maybe catch a movie. Inwardly he cringes, thinking Daniel will politely turn him down. He doesn’t expect the other man to chuckle, taking a drag of his cigarette before saying he’d love to, and Michael knows that what he feels for Daniel in that moment goes far past simple admiration.



Title/Prompt: Trouble
Pairing: Til Schweiger/Gedeon Burkhard
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 371


They could get in so much trouble, sneaking off like this. But fuck, Quentin is practically a slave driver, and anyway, Til and Gedeon haven’t had a cigarette break in hours.

They’re still in their SS uniforms, hiding behind a trailer and lighting up cigarettes as they laugh at how angry Quentin will inevitably be.

It’s fucking freezing and their costumes don’t offer much in terms of warmth, but it’s worth it to inhale the sweet tang of the nicotine, Til taking a drag like he hasn’t smoked in years. Gedeon shivers beside him, teeth chattering. “Christ it’s cold,” he remarks, hand trembling as he lifts the cigarette to his lips. Til nods, watching the other man’s mouth. He’s always been strangely fascinated with Gedeon’s lips, finding himself staring at them more often than not. Not that he’s gay or anything, but fuck, not many women are lucky enough to have a mouth like that.

“Til?” Til jerks his eyes away, only to notice Gedeon smiling at him. “What were you doing?”

Til tries to laugh it off. “Nothing, just thinking.” Gedeon nods, throwing his cigarette aside. Til thinks he’s going to leave, go back before Quentin sicks Eli on their asses, until he’s suddenly shoved up against the trailer, those perfect, shapely lips on his own as Gedeon kisses him. Til completely forgets about his own cigarette and drops it in lieu of kissing Gedeon back, grabbing his face and biting and sucking at his mouth like he’s always wanted to do.

When they part for breath Gedeon is still smiling, perfect lips pink and glistening. “I fucking knew it.” He says and pulls away, shaking his head. He pulls out another cigarette and lights it, winking at Til as he practically swaggers away.

Til slams his head against the trailer and closes his eyes. He can still taste Gedeon in his mouth, cigarettes and toothpaste and fuck the kiss alone left him half hard, and the asshole knew it and still walked away.

Groaning in frustration Til gets a hold on himself, straightening out the uniform enough to cover his groin as he trails after the other man, already planning to get him back for the stunt he pulled.



Title/Prompt: Alcohol
Pairing: Christoph Waltz/August Diehl
Rating: Very light R
Word Count: 672


After a particularly long day on set, Christoph likes to relax with a cigarette and good glass of wine. He sits in a small but cozy pub, absently listening to the people chatter around him, a nice warm ball in his stomach as the wine begins to take effect.

It’s some time after his second glass that August walks in, looking around before his eyes fall on Christoph. He gives a little wave and Christoph nods in return, offering him a smile as an invitation.

August makes his way over, somewhat breathless as he sits across from the older man. “I thought I was the only one that knew about this place.” Christoph taps the ash off his cigarette. “It will be our little secret.” August chuckles, his whole face lighting up and making him look even younger. Christoph feels something in his chest tighten at the sight, fighting it down before it turns into something decidedly inappropriate.

August waves the waiter over, asking for a glass of what Christoph is having. “Any good?“ He asks, pointing to the older man’s half empty glass. Christoph nods. “Extremely.”

The waiter comes and drops the glass in front of August, the young man lifting it to his nose, closing his eyes and he inhales the sweet bouquet. Christph finds himself entranced with the youthful visage, and when August opens his eyes he grins and takes a sip. He swirls it around his mouth before swallowing. “You have very good taste.”

Christoph smiles. “Thank you.”

They talk for some time after that, mostly about the film, sometimes touching on other easy, mundane topics.

It’s well into the evening and Christoph realizes they’re both good and drunk, August’s eyes watery, his cheeks flushed. It conjures up any number of illicit images in Christoph’s head, and he thinks that this would be a good time to leave.

“As much as I would like to continue our conversation,” he begins, trying to keep himself from falling over, “I’m afraid I must call it an evening.” August immediately jumps up, swaying as well as he gently grabs Christoph’s arm. “Are you sure you can make it back?” Christoph pats him on the shoulder. “Of course.” And then he slips on his own feet, body on a one-way course to the ground before August manages to catch him. “Or maybe not,” says Christoph dryly, clinging to the younger man.

After they pay their tab August assists Christoph down the street, one arm around his waist with the other holding the wrist of the arm slung over his shoulder. Christoph can’t recall ever being this drunk - he was so distracted by August he didn’t keep track of how much wine he had managed to drink.

“Thank you,” says Christoph, annoyed that his voice is slurring. August smiles brilliantly. “Think nothing of it. Besides, I like spending time with you.” The last words taper off into barely a whisper, August bowing his head, cheeks getting darker. Christoph may be drunk, but he knows what flirting is when he sees it.

They turn a corner into a dark alley, and Christoph stops, halting August in his tracks.

“Christoph?” He asks, and then the older man is turning, pressing his lips to August’s in a swift kiss. August kisses him back almost immediately, following Christoph’s lips as he tries to pull away. Their lips clash and August is moaning into his mouth, grabbing at Christoph hard enough to bruise.

“August,” whispers Christoph against the younger man’s lips, “I think we should find some place more . . . appropriate for this, yes?” August licks his lips, eyes almost black with how much his pupils have dilated. “Yeah, okay.”

They barely manage to make it back to Christoph’s hotel room, unable to keep their hands to themselves in the cab drive over and the elevator trip to his floor, but it’s worth it when he has the younger man spread out under him, fingers digging into his back and August screaming his name.