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thatluckystrudel · 1 year
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Two of my favorite roles of christoph waltz
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mylyy · 6 months
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Django Unchained by Quentin Tarantino (2012)
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garden-0f-eden · 9 months
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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.
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peterquillstarlord616 · 9 months
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DR KING SCHULTZ
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schmude · 1 year
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Django and Dr. King Schultz because they're badass
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drkingwaltz · 3 months
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enjoy this dumb video I made of waltz
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mlmxreader · 1 year
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Family | King Schultz x m!reader
@margheeeeritii asked: hello it's me again, i hope your'e having a nice day :)
i wnated to request an M!readerxKing Schultz whit the prompt "You didn't tell them we're married?" were Django comes to visit his old friend only to find out he's married now and settled down.
thank you very much!
summary: a visit from Django and Broomhilde gets Schultz both excited and anxious.
tws: swearing, smoking
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Django and Broomhilde were in town for a week, which was fine and dandy by all accounts, and although you were excited to meet them, to meet your son-in-law and his wife, you could see that King was more than nervous about it; pottering around the house to make sure that everything looked perfect for them, tearing his hair out to make family dishes just the way his Mutter and his Vater used to.
He wanted it to be special, and although he was in agony doing it, you could tell that the only way be would calm down would be when Django and Broomhilde walked through the door.
You had heard many stories about Django, of course, of what he and King did during their time together as bounty hunters, and you couldn't deny that you were absolutely looking forward to meeting the man, the myth, the very legend himself; even if your husband was in agony over it, wanting everything to be perfect, wanting everything to be just right.
When you heard the sound of horses approaching, you looked out the window, and smiled when you saw two people; it couldn't be anyone else, as nobody ever came too close to the house for fear that the big guard dog, an old greyhound called Moritz, would tear them limb from limb. Even the postman would abandon letters and parcels at the very edge of the property.
But as the two riders came closer, Moritz didn't stir. Still sound asleep in his basket beside your desk. It wasn't until the riders had dismounted, left their horses with Fritz, and knocked on the door that the big dog dared to open an eye; he huffed, and raised his head, following after you when you went to answer.
"Uhm, pardon me," the man took his hat off, and looked at you with raised brows. "But you ain't seen King Schultz, have you?"
"Yeah, he's in the kitchen," you nodded. "You're Django, right?"
"Right," he smiled, clearing his throat and gesturing to the lady beside him. "This is Broomhilde."
"Hilde," she corrected, shaking your hand. "And you are?"
"(y/n)," you smiled at them, gesturing for them to come inside. "(y/n) Schultz... and that supposed guard dog is Moritz."
"Moritz," Broomhilde smiled, dropping to her knees so that she could pet the dog as he wagged his tail.
Django looked around, noticing the various little trinkets and keepsakes that littered the house, but when he noticed a particular photograph, he paused, and gestured for you to come over. "That's you and King, ain't it?"
"Yeah," you shrugged. "We took that when we were visiting Vienna together."
"Huh," Django nodded. "What was it like?"
"Oh, absolutely lovely," you grinned, fond rememberance in your eyes. "We went to this little saloon not far from where we were staying, and the whisky was dirt cheap... but the food was even better, if I'm honest."
Django hummed, not thinking very much of it. "Where's he now?"
"In the kitchen," you told him, patting his arm gently. "Make yourselves comfortable, I'll go get him."
You left Broomhilde and Django to look around, to get comfortable, heading to the kitchen; Schultz was smoking a cigarette as he leaned against the counter, a pot on the stove as he sighed.
"Everything alright, Hase?"
Schultz nodded, scratching his beard as he grumbled ever so softly. "This is taking far longer than it should, mein Mann."
You smiled, shaking your head as you came to stand beside him, your arm going around his waist. "Django and Hilde are here... Moritz didn't even fucking stir until I opened the door."
"Of course he didn't," Schultz laughed softly. "He's a guard dog, he won't protect us from family."
You dared to chuckle, but then you frowned a little as you thought about how Django had not even recognised your name. "King, by any chance, did you forget something?"
He fell silent, thinking about it for a moment. "Actually, I did."
"What did you forget?"
"I forgot to mention that I had a loving husband," he admitted, like he was ashamed at his own momentary forgetfulness. "Didn't I?"
"You didn't tell them we're married? What next, you'll forget our anniversary?" You joked softly, making him laugh as he tried not to grumble at you. "It's fine, I'm sure they'll figure it out - they're smart."
He was relieved, to say the least, that you weren't angry at him for forgetting to mention that he had settled down and had a stunning husband who he hoped to spend the rest of his days with; but he did still feel quite guilty about it.
"If it helps, we've got your favourite for dinner."
"Yeah?" You asked with a soft hum. "Is it your Vater's recipe, or mine?"
"It's a mix of both," he admitted. "Aber... it'll be gut, trust me."
"I dunno about trusting you," you teased. "You did forget to tell Django and Hilde that you have a husband."
"Es tut mir leid," Schultz sighed. "Vergib mir... bitte, mein geliebter?"
You kissed his cheek, gently padding his chest as you pulled away and nodded. "I'll forgive you, Doctor."
He was still nervous, especially when he brought out dinner as everyone sat at the table, and still felt guilty for forgetting his marital status, but once everyone was eating, Schultz finally started to relax; a mix of small talk and roaring laughter started to fill the house, scatterings of in depth intellectual conversation and retellings of the good old days. It felt more like home than it had ever done before.
A family, sitting at the dinner table and eating together - laughing, swapping stories, having real conversations together. It felt more like home with Django and Broomhilde there with you.
"So, come on," Broomhilde set her fork down, a mostly empty plate resting between her elbows on the table as she looked at you with slightly raised brows. "When did you and the Doctor marry?"
"Ooh, uh..." you rubbed the back of your neck as you tried to think about it. "Our ketubah was signed nearly... two, three years ago."
"Three years," Schultz started, "two months, one week and fourteen hours."
You stared at him for a second, a grin coming to your lips as you dared to reach for his hand. "You kept time?"
"I kept time," he agreed.
"That's really sweet," Django nodded. "Y'know... Hilde and I were talking while you was in the kitchen."
"Yeah?" You hummed.
"D'ya think, maybe, we could stay here, with you, while we're in town?" He asked.
There was a moment of silence, but the Schultz looked at you, and then he looked back at Django as a grin came to his lips. "Natürlich, mein Sohn!"
A family, under the same roof.
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keravnous · 2 years
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oh y'know, just spending the summer with cristoph.
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sumyjay17 · 5 months
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purplelupins · 2 years
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Rapture
Part II
Summery: A call from a friend needing a favour would turn into the biggest opportunity of your life. You can’t help but hand on for dear life along the way, but the held you get from a new acquaintance serves to pull you through it.
Pairing: Christoph Waltz x fem!reader
Warnings: Reader has anxiety, age-gap, suggestive conversations but nothing explicit, kissing ***The 3rd part will be NSFW so please proceed with caution. DNI if you are a minor!
Note: warnings will change for each part so please read them. This is the most self-indulgent piece of writing I have ever made. I can’t write a summery to save my life.
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Your hands began to curl against themselves as you stared up at the bright tv screen. Even from backstage, you could hear the laughter of the audience, and it only made the butterflies in your stomach take flight. Your jaw clenched and unclenched; every hair seemed to tickle and irritate you. It was like your nerves had a mind of their own.
The intern clipping your microphone to your beautiful black dress quickly left the room. As soon as you heard the click of the door, you let out a long breath; ever since completing the film, you had been coached on public appearances, which included even the smallest interactions. So now as you sat without the public eye, you let yourself spiral a little.
You were sitting, waiting to be called into the orange and purple set to be interviewed for the first time. In hopes of elevating some stress, you closed your eyes. You half wished you were able to ease into the promotion with a smaller, less known talk-show, but no.
No your first interview was going to be on the Graham Northam Show.
“Fräulein?”
A slow sigh left you as you opened your eyes to see green ones staring back.
“Ah, there you are,” Christoph said, crouched in front of you, “Eyes on me. Deep breath in, yes?” He murmured, taking an exaggerated breath. A small smile graced your nervous face as you followed his lead.
This had become a common practice between the two of you since becoming co-stars. Just as he had been on the set of Inglorious Bastards, Christoph was often kept away from the rest of the cast so as to build the air of mystery around his enigmatic character. However, much to your surprise and panic, Tarantino had told and encouraged the two of you to spend as much off time together as you could.
While it petrified you at first, Christoph was quick to make you feel at ease. You knew he was a self-proclaimed snob -his words, not yours- but it seemed that he toned that specific nature down a notch or two when around you when your anxiety was high. Which was often.
He was a true gentleman, if you were honest.
“Can you take another breath, please?” He asked you, waiting patiently while you did as he asked.
“Thank you, Mr. Waltz…” You said as your last deep breath hissed from your lips.
He waved a hand and tsked you, “I won’t stand to have your first interview ruined by those nerves of yours. That’s the hosts job.” He said dryly.
You let out a little laugh, ignoring the blush on your cheeks as he took your hand.
“Does your hand hurt?” He asked, rubbing a circle around the scar by your knuckle.
“A little sore…definitely better than five months ago.” You said with a laugh, “How are your-“ you tapped your ear with your free hand and nodded to the almost invisible wire disappearing into his ear canal; his hearing aids.
“Good. Don’t blame me if I turn them off though.” He joked. You smiled and nodded.
Christoph clapped a hand onto your hand and stood, “Now I think we are going to be on soon- ah.” He said, acknowledging the assistant the opened the door as soon as he spoke.
“Mr. Waltz, Ms. l/n, if you’ll follow me?” They said.
“Bereit?(Ready?)” Christoph asked you, fully waiting until you spoke to move.
With one more deep breath, you said “Yes.”
The two of you followed the assistant down the hall to the flank of the stage. The sound of Graham Norton’s voice greated you as you stood there. Your mind began to reel as you remembered where you were.
How many times had you watched this program?
Laughed at people mocking Graham’s laugh or commenting on the state of the red couch?
Your throat felt dry.
But just as you started to clench your jaw, you felt a warm hand slip into yours and offer a small squeeze.
“Unclench.” He murmured gently.
You laughed softly, and saw him smirk from the corner of your eye.
“-But first, we have the cast of the most anticipated comedy noir of the year. You may know him best for his roles in Inglorious Bastards, Django Unchained, or Sepectre. He is a two time Oscar winner with a wit that will make you cry; please welcome Christoph Waltz!”
The assistant next to the both of you gave Christoph the sign to go, and as he took a step, he cast you a look of encouragement. You watched as he disappeared up the stairs, and he was greeted with a roar of applause.
You heard him being welcomed, and slowly the cheering died down. Then, your nerves came back tenfold when you heard the host once again.
“Now, the second part, and dare I say much prettier part-“ the audience laughed, “- of this duo may not be known to many of you. This is her first film, but most certainly not the last; please welcome the lovely y/n l/n!”
Just as they had with Christoph, they gave you the signal to go, and just like that, your ears ceased to work. The sound of the audience was deafening as the stage lights blinded you.
You waved to the audience, and yourheart beat in your ears, but you did your best to muster the dazzling smile you had been coached on, and shook the hand of the world renowned Talkshow host. Then, as he spoke, your hearing came back.
“Welcome, please take a seat, get comfortable!” Graham said joyfully as he shook your hand and held his arm out for you to follow Christoph to the red couch.
You gave him another smile and said, “Thank you so much.”
As you crossed to sit next to Christoph, he stood politely, and gestured next to him. The sofa beneath you had definitely seen better days, and the lack of back made you sit up straight.
You took a few more deep breaths, and cast a look over to Christoph who was clearly more comfortable than yourself. He gave you a charming smile and shifted in his seat as you both turned to look out at the audience who continued to clap. You then shifted your gaze to look up at the host who had yet to sit as he too clapped, nodding along with the audience.
“Hello hello!” He said, finally taking his seat. You were closest to him, and had to admit that his friendly demeanour put you at ease, “Welcome! Welcome back Christoph, such a pleasure to have you here again.”
“Thank you.! Good to be back.” Christoph said with a polite nod.
“And Y/n you’ve never been on the show at all, I don’t believe.” Graham said, leaning towards you a little.
You held your hands tightly in your lap, but your smile would never give away your nerves. “You’re quite right. This is actually my first interview ever!” You chimed.
Graham nodded enthusiastically, “What an honour to have you then.” He said, then he leaned a little closer as if to tell you something private, “Now, I must confess something to the both of you.” His tone was mock-serious.
You nodded and could feel Christoph lean against you, presumably to listen. Regardless of the reason you were elated.
Graham looked out at the audience then back to you with a shy, mischievous expression, “I don’t want you to think we don’t know how to work our equipment…” he began, “…But I think there was a technical issue with your mics, because it seemed that they picked up a rather sweet moment between you two backstage.”
You looked back at Christoph who looked at you, his face neutral as he shrugged, but your brows rose and your cheeks burned uncontrollably. It seemed that it only spurred the excited audience on as they began to “Aww”
“Are you alright?” Graham asked, knowing your were embarrassed as you hid your face in your hands.
Christoph placed a reassuring hand on your back, which helped you to sit tall again and take a breath. “Yes, I think I’ll survive.”
Graham laughed gently, his eyes sympathetic to let you know he wasn’t mocking you.
“And by the way Christoph, I did take offence to your comment about the host ruining the interview.” He said, leaning past you a little to see the man next to you.
Christoph just shifted and shrugged a shoulder, “Well it seems that everything is going according to plan.” He replied with that dry wit you loved. You both laughed softly, your eyes crinkling at the sides. Graham joined in with that signature laugh you had giggled at many times.
You continued to speak, knowing you were there for a reason and you weren’t going to be a boring guest. “ I have quite bad anxiety, and Mr. Waltz, being the kind gentleman he is, has truly been my knight in shining armour since joining the film. He’s been very good at calming my nerves.” You surprised even yourself with how composed your here able to make yourself seem.
Graham, being the humorous pervert he is, raised his eyebrows at the mention of Christoph calming your nerves, “Hello.” He chimed, and laughed with the audience.
You, once again, blushed, but the man was quick to move on. His comedic timing was always your favourite.
“And I heard you speaking a little German to one another. I’ve heard that you’ve been learning German on set is that right?” Graham asked, curious.
Your mouth fell open, and no words came out as Christoph leaned over to you to join the conversation and said, shocked, “You told me you learned German in Highschool.”
You looked to him, and tried to laugh it off before sighing and nodding in agreement with the host’s statement, “I…I have. I thought it would be nice if Mr. Waltz could speak his mother tongue on set….so I stared teach myself German.” You said looking down at your hands then back up to Graham.
“Oh yes I’m sure he’s good with his tongue.” He teased, which only served to make you blushed again, but you smiled to hide your embarrassment. “Alright let’s leave the poor girl alone for a while,” he turned his attention then to Christoph, who still sat quite close to you, though he had removed his hand from your back, “Now Christoph, I understand you are back into your usual role as a villain in this new film, Rapture, is that right?”
You leaned back a little to look at your co-star, curious to see how he answered. Christoph absorbed the question and thought for half a second.
“Well…no.” He said a matter-of-factly, “My character is more of a love-sick puppy with good manners, strong morals, and stunning suits.” A charming smile graced his handsome face as he answered. You couldn’t help the smile that graced your face as he spoke. He was right about his character, after all; Maximilian was exactly a love sick puppy.
Graham burst into surprised laughter and looked even more curious, “Are we both speaking about the same film? Maybe you both did a secret film I’m not aware of…?”
When you looked back at Christoph, who only gazed back at you , you smiled again and decided to help out, “I have to agree with Mr. Waltz…Maximilian and my character, Lena, are both a little off kilter but just two people in love. Lena gets wrapped up in this eccentric man’s life who just so happens to be a renowned killer…who is afraid of blood.” You said with a little laugh.
Graham looked between the two of you, then to the audience as if to confirm what he had heard. “I’m sorry what? Afraid of…”
“Blood yes.” Christoph smiled with a satisfied nod and a light chuckle.
“I see…” The host said slowly.
You continued, “ And so she becomes a part of his life in a way…but she sort of starts to see his side of things and they start to fall into this morbid codependent relationship.” You finished with a small smile.
“Sounds like my usual Friday nights!” Graham said, earning a laugh from the audience, “Now I have to ask, because I think the last time you were on the show Christoph I asked this too, but did either of you sustain any injuries?” Graham asked, crossing a leg over the other.
Christoph shook his head “Thankfully no physical wounds. Psychological, perhaps.” They all laughed a little. “I believe you hurt your hand quite badly, didn’t you Fräulein?” Christoph asked, feigning innocence when you blushed and looked away from him.
You nodded and tried to focus on your hand, “Yes…there’s one scene that you’ll see in the film where Mr. Waltz’s character and mine are at a peak of their relationship-“
Graham shot you a suggestive look and you sputtered, only resulting in the audience laughing again.
You waved your hands, “-No! No nothing like that.” You tried to recover, “No, but there is an argument and in the heat of the moment…I punched the wall and almost shattered my hand. I think it’s almost a tradition on a Tarantino film- just look at Leo in Django!” You tried to play it off like you were flooded with filthy images of your co-star.
“She does have a hard punch.” Christoph added quietly with a smirk.
You gasp,“I never hit you that hard.”
Christoph waved a dismissive hand at your shocked look with a teasing glint in his eyes.
“Oh any touch of yours was welcome.” He said, adding a charming grin at the end; you bit the inside of your cheek and looked at Graham, only to see him fanning himself animatedly with his cards; looking out at the audience- they laughed and Graham took a moment to clear his throat before continuing.
“Shall we all leave?” He asked, “ I feel like we’re intruding.” He gestured to you and Christoph.
Again, you all had a good laugh, which helped the interview along.
“Well now I have to ask, how was it filming with each other? Y/n I know this was your first big film, was it intimidating to work with such a star-studded cast?” Graham asked, leaning back in his seat.
You relaxed into the couch, and thought for a moment.
“Oh I don’t think I said more than two words to Mr. Waltz until he all but cornered me and asked about my anxiety,” You said with a small laugh looking back at Christoph who listened to you as you spoke, “But after I think the first week, I got used to it. They were all very lovely, honestly!” You said.
“Even the infamous grouch next to you?” The Irishman asked cheekily from behind his cards.
“Especially him.” You said plainly. “The other person I worked with a bit was Tim Roth, and he was good fun.” You smiled.
However, only Graham saw the colder expression on Christoph’s face at the mention of the other man.
Graham smiled wickedly, “Now you two seem to get along quite well, just as your characters do onscreen.” He gestured animatedly between the two of you, “Are you aware of the cult following this film has? You two have quite the fanbase.”
Christoph’s brows pinched together, “The film is barely out.” He seemed genuinely surprised.
Graham was positively giddy to see the two of you shocked, and - on your part- embarrassed. “Oh you’re right, but regardless you two have started to have quite the fan base from just the trailer and released clips alone.”
You looked at Graham, confused. You knew what a fanbase was- hell, you were a part of a few yourself, but you where having a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that people were actual fans of yours. “W-what do you mean?” You asked, a little nervously.
“Means they want you two to bone, my dear.” Graham said factually. The audience laughed, and you exchange a look with Christoph who showed little emotion aside from a raised brow. But you knew better; you knew he was amused.
“Now y/n, I believe you were not actually a part of the original cast, is that right?” Graham asked, pointing at you with a card.
“Yes,” You breathed out, “It was a bit of a whirlwind…it all happened very fast. But I WAS working on set previously.”
“Oh? Do tell. This seems like a story within a story! I don’t know what I want to know more about- this or Rapture.” He said with a laugh, and the audience joined.
You looked to Christoph again, and he flicked his eyes from Graham to you, and your cheeks warmed again. Then you looked away before you could fully blush.
“It was all because of a friend of mine needing a favour, really.” You began, smiling as you thought about how such a silly thing changed your life, “I was working as an assistant to the costuming department, and so I essentially would patch up any tears, or missing buttons- the real work was left to the more experienced crew. But as you already exposed, I had learned a little German in case I ever interacted with the esteemed gentleman to my left…and it seemed that it came in handy.” You laughed, and heard Christoph chuckle a little. “Well, the previous actress who was playing Lena…exited the project and…well Mr. Waltz seemed to think I might make a quick fix and Quentin seemed to agree…the rest, I suppose is history!” You chimed, with a small shrug.
Graham shook his head and laughed, “So now, as you said earlier, you two were working very closely on the film…How did that work? Because I’ve heard that you, Christoph, are often kept away from the rest of the cast, especially in your first film with Tarantino- Inglorious Bastards?”
Christoph nodded, “Yes, indeed, I was quarantined in this film as well…but Quentin allowed y/n and I to…bond.” He said with a little smirk. You smiled softly, remembering how many times the two of you had sat for hours talking or sitting in silence comfortably.
But Graham caught his smirk, and laughed along, “Just bond?” He teased.
Christoph laughed a little, “Yes. Just bond.” He looked at you for the briefest of moments, but you were too busy sharing a cheeky, chastising look with Graham.
Indeed the two of you had gotten to know each other very well. The film itself was very intimate, and it was impossible to not grow attatched; though you wondered if it was just you who pined for affection. There had been countless late nights of running lines and on more than one occasion, strolling through the sleepless streets together.
Quentin had come to call the two of you new duo names every day; from Peanut butter and jelly, to Jekyll and Hyde. It might have been a little childish on your part, but you liked to think you and Christoph were good friends. You hoped dearly that the two of you would maintain your relationship beyond the press tour, even if it simply remained platonic like pen-pals.
“Don’t sound so disappointed.” Graham laughed, looking past you to Christoph.
You all laughed a little, and Graham soon regained his composure before returning to you, “I believe you have a little hidden talent too.” Graham said secretively.
The blood drained from your face. It must have showed on your face that you were nervous again, before Christoph shifted next to you again.
“Talent?” You asked, trying to hide your anxiety.
This only made the host giddier.
“Well I’ve heard that you have quite the lovely little voice.”
You couldn’t help but sit there as Christoph looked at you, shocked. “What?”
You sighed and looked at Graham in the eye, “Does this anonymous source start with a J?”
“It might.” He said, hiding behind his cards.
Jules.
Graham smiled and said, “Would you humour us with a live performance?” The look he gave you from behind his cards was sheepish as he gestured to a microphone being set up off to the side. You sent him a scathing stare, but you lightened it up with a small, incredulous smile.
“Any song?” You asked, heart beating erratically.
“Any. If you need a moment to find-“
“No…I have one in mind.” You cut him, “May I speak with the sound engineers?” You spoke as calmly as you could.
“Yes, they’re just over there.”He pointed off stage.
You looked to see a small booth and nodded.“Graham, you are a sneaky little man.” You said, standing. “Please excuse me, Mr. Waltz, I’m about to embarrass myself as gracefully as I can.”
You half expected the man to say a smart comment, but as you went to walk past him, he only stared up at you with that unreadable expression he wore so often.
The audience clapped, and you did your best to steady the anxiety that seemed to inhabit every hair on your body. You strode to the booth, and found a few men with headsets waiting for you. Their eyes were sympathetic.
Christoph stared you, and blinked after a minute, before looking back at Graham. The host leaned over to him and asked, “I take it you’ve never heard her sing?”
“No.” Christoph shook his head, “She didn’t even tell me she sang.” He did his best to remain as calm as he usually was, but on the inside, he was ecstatic. Music was his second dearest love, next to film, and if you sang nicely he was determined to have you sing for him more often. A part of him wondered why you had never told him.
“Secretive, is she?” Graham asked him.
“Well…apparently.” Christoph said- his voice going up at the end with a little laugh.
You return to the standing mic, wringing your hands nervously. You had chosen an easy song; something that felt close to your heart at that moment.
“Ready?” You heard Graham ask.
You turned to look over at the two men staring at you. One excitedly, one softly. After a moment of adjusting the mic, you nodded with a secret little smile that you send to your co-star. The one he returned is curious, but pleasant.
The sound of soft piano began to fill the air, and you felt your shoulders relax.
Breathe.
“Slow down you crazy child
You're so ambitious for a juvenile
But then if you're so smart tell me,
Why are you still so afraid?
Where's the fire, what's the hurry about?
You better cool it off before you burn it out
You got so much to do and only
So many hours in a day
But you know that when the truth is told
That you can get what you want
Or you can just get old
You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through
When will you realize... Vienna waits for you?” The song you had listened to for years fell from your tongue easily, though you had to keep from laughing; you were certain you would get a few comments from your Viennese co-star. Regardless, you found comfort in the song- it was bittersweet and melancholic.
Christoph watched you, and unbeknownst to him, Graham watched his every move; he had seen thousands of co-stars interview, but it was rare to see two so enamoured with each other.
“Slow down you're doing fine
You can't be everything you want to be before your time
Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight
Too bad, but it's the life you lead
You're so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need
Though you can see when you're wrong
You know you can't always see when you're right,
You got your passion, you got your pride
But don't you know that only fools are satisfied?
Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true
When will you realize... Vienna waits for you?
Slow down you crazy child
Take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while
It's alright, you can afford to lose a day or two
When will you realize... Vienna waits for you?
And you know that when the truth is told
That you can get what you want or you can just get old
You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through
Why don't you realize... Vienna waits for you?
When will you realize... Vienna waits for you?”
You enjoyed the piano as it slowed and faded. Then, as you came back to reality, you could have heard a pin drop for a full five seconds. Then your ears rang as the audience erupted with applause. You smiled slowly and ducked your head and you bowed graciously.
As you approached the larger stage, you almost tripped when you saw the vibrant smile on Christoph’s face. He stood and took your arms to help you get by him, and as you both sat he placed a kiss on your knuckles; this did not go unnoticed by your fiery host.
“Wonderful performance, y/n. Though I must say that it seems as though you have been harbouring some secrets.” He teased, “Christoph here didn’t even know you sang.”
“Anything else you want to tell me fraulein?” Christoph asked, leaning closer to you on the small back rest.
Graham gasped joyfully at you and chuckled, “How do you manage to keep yourself together around him y/n? If he called me that I would get no work done at all…and if he kissed my hand like that I would just-“ he waves his hand “- explode.”
Y/n smiled shyly, “Oh…I can’t say I’m much better than you Graham. Mr. Waltz is certainly a man of words.” You cast him a soft look, and saw that he was already looking.
“Only words?”
The audience laughed, and you whipped your head back to Graham at his comment.
“I work with what I can.” Christoph said cheekily, shifting a little.
You laughed softly, trying to ignore the fact that your heart was trying to jump out of your chest and run to the older man staring at you.
“Y/n I noticed that you call this esteemed gentleman by his last name. Is that some sort of rule or…?” Graham asked cheekily.
You played along with his mischievous grin, “Oh no, it started on day one of us working together actually…I was so nervous that it felt strange to call him Christoph-“
It seemed that the fact that said gentleman closed his eyes and sucked in a breath at the sound of his name from your lips escaped most attention.
“-so I called him Mr. Waltz. I have actually been a massive fan of his work for a very long time; besides I think it gives him a certain amount of respect. God knows he deserves it.” You said, turning around to say the last part to Christoph.
“You are too kind Fräulein.” He cooed to you, making Graham spin away and bite his fist.
“Y/n does he call you that in the film?” Graham asks cheekily; his accent coming out as he got excited.
You sighed and nodded. “ Max is Austrian…so he…he does.”
The host shook his head and slapped his cards on the table next to him.
“That’s it I’m becoming an actor! Get Tarantino on the phone!” Graham gushes and you couldn’t help but laugh softly, but when you turned to look at Christoph, you swore he stared a little longer at you with something else in his face.
“Well I think that’s all we have time for tonight folks! You can see these two in “Rapture” this Friday, have a good night!” Graham, you waved with Christoph to the camera.
“Aaand we’re out.” Comes the voice of one of the producers.
Graham looked out at the sound “Are the mics off this time?” He asked cheekily, to which he received a thumbs up. With the privacy, Graham turned back to the both of you, and his voice relaxed.
“It was such a pleasure to have you both here tonight. Y/n I hope you’re alright…the nerves seemed to wear off by the middle, yes?” Graham asked kindly.
You took a breath and nodded, and relaxed when Christoph rubbed her back.
“Yes…can’t say I’m not nervous, but I’ll get used to it. I’m just glad Mr. Waltz agreed to have me tour with him.” You said sweetly.
Graham laughed.
“I don’t think he could have said no. If I wasn’t -“ he flicks a limp wrist wrist “ - swinging the other way I could just eat you up!” Graham laughed harder when Christoph just stared at him with that stoic face.
“Oops, I think I touched a nerve.” Graham laughed, “It was such a pleasure to see you again, y/n I wish you the best of luck for the rest of your interviews.” He shook your hand as you stood.
“It was a pleasure, Graham…an embarrassing one but still a pleasure. Auf wiedersehen.” You smiled, and looked back at Christoph who stood just behind your shoulder.
“As the young lady said, auf wiedersehen.” The older man said, extending his hand to shake Graham’s.
As you descended the stairs to go backstage, you heard Christoph sigh.
It was not annoyed or exasperated.
Not even disappointed.
But you knew he liked his quiet time, so you left him alone until he spoke first.
An intern unclipped your mics, and handed you both some water, which you both accepted with a polite “thank you.”
You smiled at the sound of Christoph’s soft voice. Not many people knew how gentle he was behind the camera; you counted yourself unbelievably lucky to be able to say that you did.
As you were escorted out of the building, and into your transport vehicle, Christoph placed a hand on the small of your back as he had many times.
You thought back to when he had taken you to the smallest German restaurant one night after filming; he had claimed it was the best he had found. And if you were honest, it was some of the most delicious food you had eaten.
You thought about how he had indulged you with the information that one of his guilty pleasures are bubble baths. That memory made you giggle softly beside him as you relaxed in the back seat, being driven to your hotel.
“Something funny?”
You turned your head and looked at Christoph who was already looking at you with amusement.
“I was…I just remembered when you told me you liked bubble baths.” You said, grinning a little.
“I might just need one tonight…” he mused, placing his chin in his hand as he looked out the window.
“Geht es dir gut?(are you alright?)” You asked gently.
After a second, the older man turned back to you and held his other arm out to you. You scooted over and let his wrap his arm around your shoulders, and press a kiss to your temple.
“Ich denke nur nach. (Im just thinking)” He murmured, albeit a little absentmindedly.
“Okay.” You whispered, letting him be.
You shut your hotel room door, and leaned against it. Your feet hurt, your stomach was growling, and your face felt heavy.
By the time you were showered and clad soft pyjamas, it was almost midnight. You were just about to curl up in bed and find a film to watch when you were startled by a knock on your door. Your nerves began to ramp up as your mind ran faster and faster as you stepped closer to the door.
But then, as you looked cautiously through the peephole, you let out a sigh of relief and unlocked the door and swung it open. “Hey stranger…is everything alright?” You asked, eyeing Christoph with a tilted head. He was usual fairly diligent about sleeping an appropriate amount of time, so this was a little odd.
“Yes, yes.” He said quickly, but without much care, “May I?” He nodded into the room.
You nodded and stood aside. “Of course…come in.” However, as he walked past you couldn’t help the deep breath you took; you had to try and not pass out from the wonderful smell that followed him- he must have showered. Your suspensions were confirmed when you noticed his comfortable clothes and damp hair.
As you turned back to him, you found the older man already sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg over the other. You didn’t blame him for skipping the armchair- you had both already commented on how hard they were when you had arrived. You sat beside him, and took a slow breath. “Did I do alright? I hope I didn’t say anything wrong- it was my first interview and I-“
“You learned German on set?” Christoph said, turning to you. Your heart almost leapt out of your chest at the question.
Was he mad?
Disappointed?
“I-…well yes. When- when I found out you were among the cast, I thought it might be nice for you to have someone to speak to in your native tongue…even if it was just a little. Your English is wonderful but I can only imagine how tiring it can be to keep it up.” You said quietly, looking at your hands.
He was quiet for a moment, absorbing your words.
“Why didn’t you tell me, meine Schatzi?” He says softly, leaning onto his thighs.
Your heart swelled at the nickname; he had only used it once after a night out with the rest of the cast post filming. It would probably be your favourite out of all the things he called you.
“Mr. Waltz…” you chose your next words carefully, “I have been a very big fan of your work for a long time…” You said, hoping it wouldn’t put him off “You’re an intimidating character because you are so charming and intelligent and that draws people in. I cannot begin to tell you what an inspiration you are, not just to me but to so many people. You’re funny and articulate and calculated and dedicated, and respectful…I was so nervous, and I wanted you to be comfortable around me…but I was a bit nervous. Hell you’ve seen me avoid getting a coffee from a café before just because I felt intimidated.” You said, laughing a little at yourself. You looked up to see those green eyes you loved staring back; he was listening so intently.
“Are you still intimidated?” He asked after a moment.
“Ein wenig…(a Little…)” You said sheepishly; earning you a little smile from the older man. It was sympathetic and kind, not condescending.
“Come here.” He said quietly, holding his arm out to hug you to his side. You clenched your hands to keep from fully curling up into his lap, but it seemed that he took it as a sign of nerves.
“I don’t bite, Fräulein.” Christoph murmured, his accent thickening with tiredness, and your jaw clenched at the sound. This man didn’t know what he did to you in the slightest…
After a moment, you relented and sat yourself closer, and leaned into his embrace; Christoph brushed a little hair from your face, and sighed softly.
“Good choice, by the way.” The older man murmured as he held you.
Your brows scrunched together in confusion, and as you thought, Christoph aided you.
“Your song choice.” He said.
Your ears burned again when you remembered that you had indeed sang on live TV.
“The song brought me a lot of comfort when I was younger…it still does. Plus I thought it would be a little funny.” You said with a soft laugh.
“It was. I enjoyed it immensely.” He said, rubbing your arm which only made you melt more.
You both sat there for a moment in a comfortable quiet, just looking out the window by the bed; the city was still alight with life and it made you smile.
“Tell me, is there anything else you’re hiding from me, little one?” Christoph murmured into your hair.
You felt your cheeks burn, and found yourself looking at your hands again knowing there was no makeup to hide it.
“Ah ah,” Christoph tsked, “Look at me when I’m speaking to you, please.”
Your ears burned, and you knew there was no hiding the blush, so you took a long breath to steady your head and brought your eyes up to meet his. Christoph grinned, satisfied.
“There’s a good girl.” He cooed, “Now, tell me.”
Christoph spoke as if he wasn’t Christoph Waltz, and you weren’t smitten with him. So casually.
Your head felt light and your hands were warm. Not that you were ashamed or uncomfortable by being there next to him- quite the contrary. You found yourself melting into his touch, but you knew he was wearing down your resolve. He wanted to know exactly who he was dealing with, and you were too embarrassed to tell him.
It was a little ironic really; who you were. He had said it himself that very evening.
A love-sick puppy.
“I don’t think I should…” You started, but Christoph quirked an eyebrow and your words died on your tongue.
“I do.” He said plainly, giving your arm one more squeeze before releasing you entirely. You found yourself missing his warmth, and almost whined when he stood and perched on the uncomfortable armchair. The older man leaned his chin into his hand and raised his pinky to run along his bottom lip.
His bold statement made you squirm, and you looked away again, breathing out a laugh, “Mr. Waltz-“
“Christoph.” He corrected, almost chiding.
You stared back at him, not knowing what to say; your brain was beginning to short circuit bad enough as it was.
“You will call me Christoph when we are alone, yes?” He said comfortably, removing his pinky to speak easier.
This time, you managed to nod without blushing too much, and shifted a little.
“Good. Now!” He stood, “I do believe I interrupted your evening, I will leave you to it-“
You stood quickly, and he paused, “Actually I’m…you didn’t at all- I was just going to find a film to watch…not that there’s ever anything good on their lists.” You shrugged, hoping he would stay.
Christoph regarded you for a moment and smiled, “Then it is your lucky night because I was actually about to watch a film I found that I think you will enjoy!” He chirped. Your heart swelled again at the sight of his pride.
You returned his smile and nodded, “Well how can I say no to that.”
“I will also add that I have food.” He said teasingly, knowing that you were likely hungry, and never denied his food choices.
It wasn’t your fault the man had impeccable taste.
It was infuriating.
“Das klingt perfekt. (That sounds perfect)” You murmured.
The older man’s smile widened and you swore his eyes glowed.
“Bitte, nach dir (please, after you.)” he said, and gestured for you to go first.
You slid on your wool slippers and took your room key as you both left to walk down the hall. It was almost surreal how quiet it was.
Christoph’s room was tidy, as always, and you clenched your jaw as the smell of him invaded your senses tenfold. You toed off your slippers and watched as the older man walked to the table that did indeed have a tray of food on it. The sight alone had you almost moan.
“Please, have anything you like.” He said, turning to you with a plate for you.
“Danke schön…” You murmured softly, and took the plate. It didn’t escape you how your fingers brushed against his.
It did not escape him either.
But neither of you said a word. Christoph smiled politely and took a piece of warm bread with him as he located the remote.
You couldn’t help but sigh happily as you ate away.
Once your stomach stopped speaking to you, you put your fork down and looked back to Christoph, who had sat in a seated position against the headboard of the bed, glasses perched on his nose and a book in hand.
How could he be so effortlessly handsome?
You noticed that he still wore his hearing aids, and idly wondered if he was-
“It is considered rude to stare, mein Schatz (my dear).”
You jumped, and looked away quickly, not having noticed that you were gazing at the man a little longer than you had meant to.
“I was just wondering…if you’re still wearing your aids because I’m here you don’t have to. You know that.” You said, coming to sit on the other side of the bed to speak to him.
“Not at all. I intend to enjoy this film with you, and I do rather like the sound production for it.” He said, putting his book down, “But if we were not about to watch a film, and you were here, I would still wear them. You know I like to hear you.”
His words, while innocent in nature, had a certain successive connotation to them that made your ears hot again.
“Come, get comfortable. You must be tired.” Christoph held his arm out and pat his shoulder. You gave in and crawled over to him, resting against his warm chest.
“I hope you like Wes Anderson.” He murmured, pressing play.
“I do. Very much…his attention to detail is beautiful…” You mused, trying not to be obvious about drowning in his scent.
“Good.” He chirped, “Do you know this one?”
You watched the screen for a moment, and smiled. “The Grand Budapest Hotel is a classic. It’s a favourite actually!”
“I had the pleasure of sharing an interview with Ralph Fiennes once. Very humble man…” Christoph said softly, watching the screen.
I know. You wanted to say, having watched the interview and smiled to yourself over how sweet they were to each other.
The two of you settled against each other comfortably, and you even placed your hand under your cheek. Christoph had his arm draped around you, and kissed your temple gently; occasionally running his hand through your hair.
As the film progressed you found yourself loosing yourself in the man below your cheek. You had admired him for so long, and knowing him in person did not take any of that away; in fact it only added to your adoration. He was unbelievably polite, he made you laugh, and most importantly he made you feel safe. You had spent the better part of the last six months completely falling in love with the older man, and as your time with him drew closer to its end, you found your own words ringing in your ears. “…This is the most surreal experience of my life and if I let it go by the wayside I’ll regret it until I die.”
You sucked in a long breath and waited for a lull in the film.
“I like you Christoph.” You whispered into his chest. You swore time stood still after your admission, but then after a moment, Christoph hummed, and rubbed your arm absentmindedly, but only served to set your skin on fire.
“Oh? I thought you were intimated by me.” The older man teased, much to your surprise. Your stomach did flips.
You sighed out a laugh, and pulled away just enough to look at him properly, “I am…but I…I still like you a great deal.”
There was a moment of quiet as he absorbed your words.
“Is that your last secret?” He asked, eyes twinkling mischievously, brushing a little hair from your face.
“N-no.” You murmured, flicking your eyes away for a moment before looking back at him and accidentally flicking your eyes to his lips for half a second before returning to those green eyes of his.
“Tell me.” Christoph whispered, his breath warm against your lips.
You knew he wouldn’t move unless you did. He was too much of a gentleman.
“I-“ You tried to find a smart retort, or even a silly one, but nothing came.
You sucked in a slow breath, and before you could back out, you brushed your lips again those of the older man holding you. That feeling alone was enough to keep your warm on a winter night. Then as you went to pull away, already blushing, you felt the hand that was on your waist move to the back of your head and pull you back.
His lips were impossibly soft, and warm; you felt your head spin as he kissed you so gently. But then when a small mewl escaped you, he slipped his tongue against yours, and just like that, you were gone.
Christoph placed one more kiss to your lips before pulling away, to look at you.
“I think we should discuss that secret in explicit detail, little one. Yes?” He said, pulling your body closer and smoothing his thumb over your bottom lip.
Your mind went blank, so you said the only thing you could think of.
“Yes, Christoph.”
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stevebuscemi · 2 years
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imagine all the characters in the tarantinoverse battling it out i just know dr. king schultz would wreck hans landa’s shit up
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cozywriting · 2 years
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Slow Hands //
Requested by Anonymous: could you do a King Schultz x reader where the reader is shy and stoic and gets injured and King Schultz comforts her and they admit feelings for each other.
Pairing: Dr. King Schultz x fem!reader
You winced in pain, eyes shut, biting your tongue as King gently worked the alcohol into your wound. King’s brows furrowed in focus.
“I apologize, my dear,” he said. “It’ll be over soon.” His tone was as soft as the feathered pillow and silken blankets you now longed for.
You daydreamed of sleep, away from the dangers of guns and outlaws. You relaxed at how hot King’s fingers were tracing alongside your chilled skin.
The bandage over your thigh tightened as King wrapped its layers.
“Does that feel okay?” He asked, his gaze finally adjusting upwards. His fingers trembled against your skin.
Your eyes averted back onto his, and you wondered if the back of his neck was just as warm as yours. Did his stomach do somersaults while yours fluttered? Or was it, perhaps nothing, but a cruel flicker of hope that somehow, he could return such affections?
King was a bounty hunter, you understood this. Invisible blood stained his hands. So how come the calloused ones pressed against you were anything but rough? How was it that passion blazed with each lingering touch? And why, did he stare at you every time with that beautiful sparkle in those hazel-hued eyes?
Finally, you nodded a response. Your tongue twisted to find some words of gratitude, but they did not come. You looked over at Fritz, who was sniffing at the grassy dirt, then up at the orange sky. The day would turn to dusk soon.
“Fraulein,” King said. He was examining the gauze on your leg.
A second hand grazed your left thigh and your heart jumped. You spotted King’s fingers as they caressed your smooth skin, he had not turned his attention away from your wound.
Heat arose within you once more, and you fixed your gaze on the valley of trees that surrounded. Internally, you sighed. How could you possibly signal that this was everything you wanted and more without scaring such a pleasant man away?
As soon as your eyes locked, King swiped his hand away. His quick movements sent a rush of ice down your thigh. You did not realize how much of his touch you longed for until it ceased to exist.
His eyes swelled with regret and your chest ached.
“I’m sorry…” He apologized. “I couldn’t resist.”
King stood up, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He paced back and forth away from you and his flushed face was stricken with panic.
You sat, watching such a mess of a man. You did not dare to giggle as much as you wished to. You continued to stare at him in silence, hoping that he would overcome the silliness and help you to your feet.
A moment later, he did exactly that. As your fingers laced with his, you stopped him.
“Don’t let go,” you said, pulling his hand against your breastbone and the haste of your heart quickened.
King’s fingers twitched at the first thump. His chest mimicked deep breathes as his eyes moved up from your joined hands.
“Have you… always?” He asked.
You nodded in reassurance. Your stomach fluttered again, as King’s eyes softened.
“…And you?”
King tugged you closer, closing the space between you. His eyes roamed your face as his thumb grazed your cheek.
“I’ve always loved you,” he said.
King pressed his lips against your forehead. The whiskers of his mustache forced you to giggle. His finger hooked under your chin, tilting your head upwards.
The worry of the world was forgotten as your lips fervently met. Warmth fluttered inside you and King’s grip around your waist tightened. He held you as if that very moment would slip through his grasp forever, had he chosen to let go.
The two of you spoke through timid glances and heated kisses throughout the night. For now, this was enough. For King, you were enough.
And you finally let out a new giggle when the bristles of his beard nipped below your belly from underneath shared covers.
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w-i-m-m · 1 year
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rey4kat · 2 years
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So, here is my try on a Dr King Schultz collage/background
Hope you like it!
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waltzchristophh · 2 years
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celebrating your first birthday with schultz ♡
(dr. king schultz x reader)
ngl i passed out twice while writing this. enjoy! :*
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THE EVENING BEFORE YOUR BIRTHDAY
"make haste, mein liebechen. the train leaves in half an hour."
you stood before a tall mirror, donning a satin yellow empire-waisted gown (think back to the one hildi wears in django!) as you fluffed your hair to perfection
you hummed in response, and continued to croon a broken-hearted melody
"the hands i used to touch don't even wave hello..."
it wasn't long before you felt his presence and met his unwavering gaze in your boudoir mirror
his arms were crossed as he leaned against the oak doorframe with a comically stern expression
"what?" you giggled, knowing how long he must have waited for you until now
"just looking to see what's been keeping my little songbird so preoccupied."
you chuckled, still adjusting your soft crown
"let me look at you." he told - his smile now dissipated
you coyly bit your lip and turned to face your lover
for a moment, it seemed that he was at a loss for words. his green eyes savored the sight of you as he quietly gulped
his fingers flexed subconsciously at his sides, as if he were trying to physically grasp the right words to use
the phrase "wie schön sie sind." (how beautiful you are) left his lips without another thought
you resisted the overwhelming urge to turn away in embarrassment, and instead smiled toward the ground, fidgeting with your dress
"danke."
he couldn't help the grin that reached his soft lips at your bashfulness
"komm hier, meine katzchen. let us leave this place"
(the duolingo lessons have been paying off yall)
the tranquil train ride through the north american country left you breathless
your birthday never struck you as particularly memorable - or enjoyable for that matter. but you knew now that with king as your partner, you would never have to suffer disappointment again
schultz had booked a first class cabin for the two of you, warranting several unwanted stares from the white passengers (lol bc im black hehe)
cut to king playing footsies with you to acquire your attention whilst you stare out the window lol
you share a chilled bottle of champagne alongside a rich slice of decadent swiss chocolate cake
as nightfall neared, and the train's soft hum lulled you to sleep, you clung to king's side on the pullout bedspread
his suit jacket was settled on the floor, and his brawny, hairy arms tickled your chest
you still wore your satin gown, as it was comfortable enough to double as a nightdress
you lived up to your nickname 'katzchen' (meaning kitten) by kissing, licking and biting your lover's neck to bits
"we've got to get you spayed, y/n." king joked
you slapped his chest and laughed into his arm
he chuckled, shushing you with his finger. "wouldn't want to wake up the neighbors, eh?"
"is that a challenge?"
you straddled king's hips, admiring his softened face basking in the silver moonlight
you smoothed his scruffy beard with both hands until his hands gripped your wrists - bringing them to his mouth and kissing your knuckles
he looked to you with similar adoration, wondering to himself how he got so lucky
his searching hands reached your soft hips, massaging them tenderly
you shared a silent moment, staring deeply into each other's eyes
the train's rumbling movement incidentally caused your aching womanhood to rub harshly against his bulging trousers
(i'm not the only one who sleeps without any underwear, right?)
you leaned forward to hover above his parted lips, smirking devilishly
"is it to early to open my present, king?"
"depriving the birthday girl of what she desires would be nothing short of sin."
you palmed his dickprint, and giggled
your fellow passengers didn't get very much sleep that night
the two of you settled at a quaint liberal town in rural vermont
a carriage awaited you at the station's exit, prompting a gleeful squeal from you
it was safe to say you weren't used to this kind of treatment
your uninhibited happiness alone could lift king's spirits on his darkest day
the light of his life. the fire of his loins. you were his angel
your first stop was at a german-owned pastry shop where king conversed with the owner like old friends
the man gestured to you, still speaking german. from what you could make out, he was astonished by your beauty, and congratulated king on courting such a fine woman
he handed your partner a straw picnic basket, wrapped beautifully with red gingham detail
the carriage transported you to a secluded lush clearing, overlooking a valley
you gasped at the sight. it nearly brought you to tears
you began to wonder just how much thought king had given into planning this trip. everything had come together so perfectly, you were just waiting for the punchline to hit
because of your closeness, you voiced your anxieties to him instead of overthinking yourself to death
"king?"
"yes, my sweet?"
"is it bad that i feel like this is too good to be true?"
"too good to be true?" he spread the picnic blanket on the grass as you stood holding the basket. "what do you mean?"
"well... it's just that- things don't usually ever work out for me this way. i feel like i'm dreaming when i'm with you. i feel like... something is going to go wrong and bring me back to earth, like it always does."
king beckoned you to his side, sitting on the picnic blanket
"my sweet girl," he caressed your teary cheek with a loving hand. "i can assure you that for as long as i live, nothing will ever be too good to be true. it simply will be."
his words never failed to bring you contentment. "you make me feel like home, king." you sniffled. "thank you for everything."
"komm hier, meine liebe."
even after the luxury train ride, the endless scenery, the cake, the champagne, the diamonds and jewels - the only birthday gift you longed for was the sweet talking german that sat beside you
the picnic was fairytale-like. king introduced you to a plethora of german sweets and cuisine you never even heard of
he handfed you a bite of each food, enjoying the sight of you as much as you did the taste
"oh, king. why have you hid this from me for so long? i will never forgive you, i swear it."
by sundown, the two of you were stuffed, but didn't settle down until after seeing a play.
"you thought of just about everything, haven't you?"
"just about."
once you arrived at the vacant mountain cabin, your cheeks were sore from smiling, lips raw from kissing, and wanted nothing more than to rid yourself of your clothes and makeup to collapse onto your bed
so after setting your luggage down and undressing yourselves, you joined king in the clawfoot bathtub to unwind
you tucked your hair into a showercap, which you thought was the farthest thing from attractive, but the look king gave you ridded your mind of all doubt
he washed your back as you sat between his legs humming softly
you hummed along with him to the tune of your favorite song
when it was his turn, you scrubbed his back, neck and ears before rinsing the two of you off and letting him wrap you in a warm towel
your teeth chattered as you shivered and king lit the fireplace ablaze to warm you up
once changed into your nightgown, king asked you to put your winter coat on to stargaze with him on the balcony
he pointed out constellations to you, which were always harder to see from the city you were from. but up there, in the countryside, the stars shone bright as day
you cuddled with your man in front of the picture esque landscape of northern america, watching your cold breaths fill the air
a few moments later, king asked you to take a look under the chair you sat on
when you did, you were delighted to find a present waiting for you
"i thought you were a dentist, not a magician!" eliciting a chuckle from him
"whats in it?" you asked excitedly, shaking the box.
"well you won't be able to tell by shaking it, katzchen. go on, open it," he said warmly
after slowly peeling back the blue ribbon that sealed the present you found a lovely blue drindl, which you later learned was imported directly from germany
you spun in your new drindl, watching as the blue fabric flared around you
you felt so very beautiful
it was the perfect closure to a birthday you would never forget
snowcapped mountain peaks gleamed in the pale moonlight
the two of you returned to the inside of the cabin, and prepared yourselves for rest
the fireplace crackled at your feet before king put it out
he tucked you into bed first, and then slipped into the covers himself
he held you close, giving you eskimo kisses and stroking your hair
"i love you, y/n. i love you eternally."
"i love you too, my king."
you fell asleep in his warm embrace, and the forehead kisses were endless
xoxo
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there’s something about King Schultz holding a pocket knife that makes me explode violently
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