(Aldo Raine x daughter reader)
Aldo and you can’t sleep. He takes you outside for a view of your home.
Warnings: Mentions of past child abuse and trauma, the war
(the fact that i reached the limit for tagging should be a warning 😂)
A/N: I wanted to try writing for a new fandom after recently becoming obsessed with Inglorious Basterds. If you haven’t seen the movie I highly suggest you go watch it!
You couldn’t sleep. The reason was stupid, really. You, daughter of the Aldo ‘The Apache’ Raine, were afraid of the dark. You had gone through thick and thin, fought your own wars, and yet, you were afraid of the dark.
You hated how it was like a cold blanket that choked you blindly. You hated how you were scared of such a small thing. What you absolutely hated the most about the dark was how it left you with your thoughts.
On nights you couldn’t sleep, all of your thoughts were left with you. Forcing you to think. To think back seven years and one day. All the way back to when your father and millions of other men first left to fight in the war.
He left you in the hands of your mother.
A mother’s job is to nurture and care for her child. To teach them right from wrong. To protect them and heal them.
That’s not what your mother did. No, she (for six years and one day) decided to inflict as much pain on a five year old as she could. That’s how old you were. Only five years old.
She beat you, tortured you cussed you out. Anything you could think of, she did. It was a miracle how you stayed alive for six years (and one day).
It was the letters. The letters were what kept you going.
Aldo tried his very best to keep in contact with you during the war. He would write letters to you. Telling you about all the best parts of his day and how much he missed you. On especially bloody days, when nothing good (that a child could read) happened, Aldo would ask about you, about back home, high in the Smoky Mountains, and about your mother. He was completely unaware of the torture that you were enduring from your mother. You were forced to keep it a secret.
I mean, if a father was receiving letters decorated in crayon and stickers he wouldn’t think anything was wrong.
It was in 1941 that the letters stopped coming. Aldo and his basterds couldn’t afford to write letters to home, afraid it would blow their cover.
As months went on, you knew letters wouldn’t come anymore and it crushed your tiny heart. The only thing that kept you going stopped. How would you survive now?
It came as quite a shock to Aldo when he found out about your mother. How could the woman that he married and bore his child do such a treacherous thing? Aldo wasted no time leaving your mother, telling her immediately to pack up her things and leave. Your mother didn’t have another home to go to but that wasn’t your father’s concern.
‘She’ll find a place,’ Aldo had said to you.
So now, another two years after the war, you lay awake in your bed. You sighed to yourself, thinking that it was going to be another all-nighter. That was, until you heard tapping at your door. You shot up, heart beating rapidly. Your heartbeat slowed down slightly as you saw the familiar outline of your father in the dark.
“Can’t sleep?” Your father asked quietly, being careful not to startle you. He already knew the answer. Truth was, he couldn’t sleep either.
“Yeah,” You mumbled, slightly embarrassed.
“Come with me,” Aldo started to walk down the hallway.
You scrambled out of bed and ran up to him.
“Where are we going?” You asked him, curious.
“Shh, you’ll see.” Your father hushed you.
Aldo lead you to the window of the guest bedroom. It was wide open. You peered outside. On the roof tiles, you spied a few mats.
“Go on, out cha’ go.” Your father ushered you.
“No questions, you’ll see.”
You grumbled to yourself and started to climb out. You carefully walked to the mats, making sure not to fall off. You sat down, waiting for your father to follow you out. Once he did, he took his place next to you. He looked in front.
You looked at the sight and what a sight it was. In the dark, with a little help of the moonlight, you could just about make out the foggy treeline of the Smoky Mountains; the stars glittering in the clear sky.
Aldo wrapped an arm around you, holding you close to him.
“I like to come out ‘ere when I can’t sleep.” He told you.
“I can see why,” You breathed out, looking at the shining stars. You rested your head against your father.
A loud bang erupted through the trees. Aldo felt you flinch against him.
“Don’t you worry bout’ nothin’. It’s probably some good for nothin’ boys throwin’ firecrackers again.” He assured you.
You laughed at your father’s sudden change in tone.
“Weren’t you a good for nothing boy a long time ago?”
Aldo let out a loud laugh.
“You got me there Y/N,” He chuckled.
You sighed, feeling safe and wanted. You closed your eyes, focusing on your father’s breathing. He started to hum a quiet tune, knowing you were about to fall asleep.
Once he heard your breathing even out, Aldo leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“G’night Y/N. Sweet dreams.”
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