#king schultz

[stupidfuckingwindow]

Christoph Waltz aged in the most vague way possible.

#christoph waltz #hans landa #ernst stavro blofeld #king schultz #dr king schultz

[4ndj4]

HAD to make this version.

#christoph waltz #inglorious basterds #hans landa #colonel hans landa #django unchained #dr king schultz #king schultz #movies #meme #quentin tarantino #template meme #movie #00s movies #10s movies

[garden-0f-eden]

FREE I • DR King Schultz

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The niece of Calvin Candie finds herself in desperate need of saving, when two men approach her uncles farm looking for fighters, she see's them as a prefect opportunity.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and slavery, fem!reader

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You sigh as you lay hidden within the overgrown, green grass, far away from the house, the plantation, your family. Far away from every part of you that you hated.

You open your eyes and stare up at the summer sky, clouds drifting aimlessly overhead, birds singing distantly. For once, you felt at peace.

You hear slow, gentle footsteps behind you, before the gate squeaks open. "Miss Candie?" You hear Estie say softly, you sit up and look over your shoulder at her, "Your uncle wants you back at the big house, some guests are here." You nod at her, smiling half heartedly. You push yourself up off the grass, straightening out your skirt.

You stumble through the overgrown greenery and slowly head back to the plantation, following closely behind Estie.

Estie was your friend, a relationship disliked by your family, not that you cared, you would protect her from your Uncle and his workers punishments. She was a young, short girl, maybe around late teens. You enjoyed her company more then anyone elses on the plantation, youd always sneak her food and old clothing. She was your only friend.

As you approach the big house you catch the tail end of an argument between Steven and Uncle Calvin, "In the damned big house..." he mutters angrily as he heads inside. You walk up the steps and stand beside your mother.

You look up at the men before you, an older looking man with a short graying beard, wearing a matching grey suit and hat, beside him, a darker man on horseback. The other man wore a green shirt tucked into brown trousers, he wore black sunglasses and a brown cowboy hat. Both men held their reigns with black leather gloves.

"Dr Schultz," Uncle Calvin addressed, "This attractive southern belle is my widowed sister, may I present to you Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly." You mother does a southern bow, smiling at the doctor. Calvin then places a hand on your waist, pulling you towards him making you jump slightly. Schultz frowned. "And this beautiful, young mare, is my niece, Y/N Candie-Fitzwilly." He pulled his hand away from your waist, the doctor lifts his hat to you, his gaze lingering prehaps a little too long, he then clears his throat.

"I am Dr. King Schultz, this is my second here, Django." The man on horseback beside him tips his hat, Schultz then gestures to the two horses, "And these are our horses, Tony and Fritz." The horses bow, making you and afew other women coo and giggle.

Your mother was staring at the doctor, a blush on her face, you roll your eyes as she batts her eyelashes. "Well arent you gentlemen charming. You're not from around here are you?" She asks with a grin.

"Actually, I'm from a far off land, Dusseldorf to be excact." Ah. That explained the accent.

"Ah! This smart, beautiful lady here can speak some German herself!" You uncle exclaims proudly, squeezing your shoulder roughly, you flinch and move out of his grip discreetly. Schultz looks at you with a raised eyebrow, before looking back to Calvin.

You zone out as your mother, Uncle Calvin and Schultz engage in boring conversation. Something about fighters...

You refocus when the door squeaks open, Stephen now joining the conversation, "Actually Monsieur Candie... Theres somethin I ain't tole you yet..." Stephen says guilty.

"What?"

"Hildis in the hotbox."

You notice how Schultz and Djangos head now snap up.

"Well what's she doing In there?!"

"What 'cha think shes doin in there? Shes bein punished."

"What she do?"

"She ran away again."

You watch as Djangos hand moves towards his gun holster, resting on his thigh, he notices your gaze yet dosent move.

"Lucky for her the dogs were busy huntin some other slave, she only a little beat up, but she did that to herself runnin through all them bushes."

His hand now moves away from his pistol, and back to his reigns, you sigh, heading inside towards your room. You walk up the stairs, passing past afew women in the corridor before pushing open your door.

You run yourself a bath, laying in the hot water for what felt like hours, the warmth putting your aching muscles at ease. The scent of cherry and coconut filling the room.

You open your eyes as you hear a soft knock on the door, you sigh, moving the bubbles to cover yourself up, "Yes?" The door opens slightly, your mother pears around the corner, smiling gently at you, "You uncle wants you to get ready for dinner in an hour..." You nod, a sigh leaving your lips. She leaves, closing the door behind her.

#django #django unchained #dr king schultz #king schultz #King schultz x reader #Dr king Schultz x reader #historical fanfiction

[summerlyewe]

He literally said "☀"

#art #sketch #quentin tarantino #tarantino film #tarantino movies #django #django unchained #christoph waltz #dr. king schultz #king schultz #movies #western

[astralbondpro]

Django Unchained (2012) // Dir. Quentin Tarantino

#Django Unchained #Django #Jamie Foxx #King Schultz #Christoph Waltz #Quentin Tarantino #Gifs #Movie #Movie Gifs #Django Unchained Gifs #Astral Vagabond Django Unchained Gifs #AVGifs #AVMovie #AVMovieGifs

[chaoticladyfire]

Really did not expect myself to feel so sad after seeing Dr King Schultz die such a brutal death in Django Unchained. I wish somewhere in afterlife he’s having his beers and bounty-hunting evil men.

#django unchained #king schultz #django freeman #christopher waltz #jamie foxx

[keravnous]

oh y'know, just spending the summer with cristoph.

feat.: Lana del Rey, Charles Aznavour, The Weeknd, Prince, Fleetwood Mac, MARINA, Rihanna, Zella Day, Harry Styles, Melanie Martinez, Etta James ...

listen here

#christoph waltz #christoph waltz x reader #playlist #my playlist #hans landa #hans landa x reader #dr king schultz #king schultz #dr king schultz x reader #king schultz x reader

[drkingwaltz]

So I got the Django: Unchained comic book and…

there’s something about King Schultz holding a pocket knife that makes me explode violently

#he’s so cunty #i want him #the way hes so threatening and calm at the same time #django unchained #django #dr king schultz #king schultz #dr. king schultz #christoph waltz #quentin tarantino #tarantinoverse

[eachlittlebird]

I really, really, really wish I hadn’t watched Django Unchained, I am so emotional about Dr. King Schultz. I haven’t formed this unhealthy of an attachment to a character in a very long time.

#King Schultz #Django Unchained #Christoph Waltz #I mean this is like #Edward Little level obsession and longing #I'm in physical pain today #over a fictional German bounty hunter in a 2011 Tarantino film #what the actual #do you ever realize you've made a drastic mistake

[tambovfox]

#ганс ланда #бесславные ублюдки #шошанна #inglourious basterds #hans landa #django unchained #джанго освобожденный #кинг шульц #king schultz #тарантино #quentin tarantino #Кристоф Вальц #christoph waltz

[stupidfuckingwindow]

This little pocket is for your picture of Schultz

#dr. king schultz #king schultz #christoph waltz #django unchained #quentin tarantino

[4ndj4]

Me: "I never cried because of a movie."

Also me:

#django unchained #django #dr king schultz #king schultz #christoph waltz #meme #movies #template meme #movie #quentin tarantino

[cigarette-room]

#this was funnier in my head #inglourious basterds #hans landa #django unchained #king schultz

[mlmxreader]

The Stars | Dr. King Schultz x gn!reader

summary: you can't sleep, and neither can King, which brings something to light that neither of you would have said, otherwise.

tws: swearing, a little angst

It was a particularly cold night, Django had long gone to bed after dinner, King had retired, too, and you were left looking up at the stars as you frowned; you liked being a bounty hunter, the money was good and you got to see parts of the country you had never even thought of before... but you yearned to have a home. A quiet home. A warm home. You tugged your jacket closer, able to feel the cold creep in from your legs, you chewed at the inside of your lip as you kept your gaze on the stars; you could see it so perfectly.

A home where you would never feel cold again. Three square meals a day. An actual bed with a proper mattress and maybe even a real duvet. A little garden filled with daffodils. Books from the floor to the ceiling. Clean clothes every day. A warm bath every night and every morning. You could go into town and drink at the saloon without worrying about someone recognising you. A home where the smell of spices and herbs filled every room around tea time. A home where the floors didn't creak and the ceilings didn't leak. Fresh coffee in the morning, cold beer at night. Soft robes and towels in the bathroom. A plush and comfortable sofa, good enough to take a nap on. Dirty boots kicked off by the door and jackets hung up. You could picture it so clearly, like a meeting place where the wild wolves would venture at night.

You were wrapped in the thoughts, daydreaming as your gaze refused to leave the stars, when King came to sit beside you; he draped his thick coat across your shoulders, but when you jumped and flinched, snapping out of such a lovely daydream, he whispered his profuse apologies.

"I didn't mean to scare you."

You shook your head, dragging your gaze to the floor as you sighed heavily and wrung your hands together. "I was just thinking, that's all."

King let out a curious noise as he tilted his head and looked at you; the stars seemed to dance across your features, seemingly knowing where to put their silver gazes and to make you look even more good looking than usual. He couldn't deny it, he had thought of it many times, telling you that he wished to cross that line between firm friends and something more, but he always bit his tongue; he knew he couldn't give you the life you deserved, at least not as a bounty hunter, and he knew anyway that you wouldn't look twice at him. He was older, he was a bounty hunter, he had almost nothing to his name. It wasn't as if he was any sort of charming Prince or handsome king to whisk you away and to give you a happy ending. But still, the way you looked bathed in the light of the stars, King couldn't deny that he wished to at least be honest with you.

"What were you thinking about?"

You shrugged, leaning over so that you could lay your head on his shoulder, angling your head just right so that your words fanned across his throat and made him shiver. "Life after bounty hunting... what are you doing awake?"

"I was," he paused, making a bold move to put his arm around your shoulders as he swallowed thickly, "distracted by a pleasant thought."

In truth, he had not been able to sleep, not when he knew you were still outside; he didn't fancy the thought of you catching a cold or getting sick, he didn't quite like the thought of you being out there all alone, either, but had needed to work up the nerve to actually sit with you. And now that he was, and you were moving so that you could press your forehead to his throat, chuckling softly at how his beard grazed you, he wasn't really sure what to do.

"I hope it was of me," you joked softly, just loud enough to make him tense up and clear his throat. "I'm joking, King, I know... I know you'd never look at me like that..."

He frowned, shaking his head as he shifted where he was sat, trying to think of the right thing to actually say to you. He was thankful that the stars were the only light available, as he was sure that if you saw the blush on his features you would surely mock him.

"I... what makes you say such a thing, (y/n)?"

"Well, I'm not exactly a prize pony, am I?" You asked. "I mean... I've got calloused hands, I'm rough around the edges, I'm not rich, I'm not exactly good looking, either."

Pushing you away slightly, King held your hands for a moment, gently tracing those callouses as he smiled and shook his head. "I like that your hands are calloused... I like that you're rough around the edges... I don't care about whether or not you have money... and you are certainly... cer... certainly very good looking."

You scoffed, not quite believing that he would ever say such things except out of pity. "Yeah, alright. You're only saying that because you feel sorry for me."

"I'm not," he said quietly, his grip on your hands growing a little tighter, yet still loose enough that all you had to do was to pull away. "I fear I care more for you than I should..."

"What? Like, you... you love me?" You quirked a brow and when he slowly nodded, you grinned. "Oh, fuck... King... I feel the same, don't get me wrong, but... why would you ever wanna look twice at me? Of all people?"

"Because I like you," King replied, "a lot."

You dared to get close again, pulling your hands from his and tapping his thigh so that he spread his legs enough that you could sit on his lap; your shoulder pressed against his as you rested your temple against him, one arm going around his waist as you got comfortable. He dared to copy such an action, one arm around your waist, the other around your shoulder as he smiled a little. It was a lot nicer than he had imagined, to be able to hold you. Still bathed in the light of those beautiful stars.

"I like you, too," you murmured. "But... if we're gonna do this, promise me something?"

"Natürlich."

"Promise me you won't steal the blankets."

Such a trivial request made King laugh a little as he promised not to steal the blankets, but when he suggested retiring for the evening, you dared to ask if you could go with him, to not be on your own; he agreed, although he couldn't deny that, until the morning came, he would have thought such a night was nothing more than a dream.

If only the light of the stars had the ability to speak.

#mlem writes #king schultz #king schultz x reader #django unchained #django #tarantinoverse #christoph waltz #king schultz imagine #dr king schultz

[purplelupins]

Dr. King Schultz was one of the best characters created in cinematic history.

#nora speaks #dr king schultz #king schultz #christoph waltz #django unchained #quentin tarantino

[tougotstrangeld]

I LOBE

#quentin tarantino #christoph waltz #dr king schultz #django #django unchained #oughhh i’m not well #im gonna throw up #he’s so pretty