18 September 2009 @ 03:38 am
King For A Day, part 1/?  
Title: King For A Day
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Shosanna/Fredrick, guest appearances by Landa and Goebbels
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's the day of the big premiere of Stolz Der Nation and Shosanna has to spend it accommodating Goebbels and Landa. Later, she has a surprise, bittersweet visit from Fredrick.
Word Count: 3,719
Warnings: Sensuality and thoughts of violence. There are references to excerpts from the script, which I have included links to under the cut. I'd say Charles Bernstein is partially to blame for this.

Script references:
Excerpt 1 Excerpt 2 Excerpt 3 Excerpt 4 Excerpt 5

The rest of the story: | information/cast post | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 |

Shosanna was forced awake in the early morning hours before sunrise as sleep did not come easy to her that previous night. Her body ached with an intense dread that turned her insides into knots; she would not be able to have any rest or comfort for the remainder of the day. Curling up into a corner of her bed, Shosanna spent the next few hours smoking cigarettes and contemplating all that lay ahead of her.

There was no going back.


Descending the staircase into the lobby, Shosanna feared her knees would buckle as she was greeted by the sight of Joseph Goebbels and Francesca Mondino, closely followed by his personal entourage of German plebeians; all armed to the teeth with a variety of obnoxiously gaudy decorations specifically acquired for that night's premiere. Shosanna could not help picturing Madame Mimieux cynically observing such a spectacle and rolling her eyes to the point of exhaustion; such a thought brought a much needed twinge of amusement to the young woman. Goebbels immediately went to work the moment he came through the front doors, barking out orders and demands to the men which Mondino then translated for the theater proprietor's benefit.

Such trivial nonsense, Shosanna mused, After all, in another twelve hours nothing will remain but the foundations and ashes.

Later that afternoon came an absolutely beaming Col. Hans Landa; a man who could so easily engage one in pleasant conversation over dessert and then grind his cigarette out in the whipped cream topping with the same verve, Shosanna imagined, as grinding his slick boot heel into a victim. She could not understand how a lusus naturae such as he could be so offensively jovial. As Goebbels occupied himself with overseeing the finishing touches to his extravagant interior and exterior designs, Landa delighted himself with surveying every inch of the theater. Throughout this entire ordeal Shosanna kept her distance, allowing them to do what they felt was necessary to see their preparations through; she kept her posture as rigid as possible and balled her trembling hands into fists, shoved into her trouser pockets.

Landa, however, eventually proved difficult as he desired to be shown not only the projection booth, but the entire collection of 35 mm film prints as well. While he was not rude or demanding with his request, it was the prospect of having to look Landa in the face and engage him in a conversation that required saying more than "Oui" and "Non" that sickened Shosanna. Begrudgingly, she complied, as it was merely the promise of what was to come that evening that motivated her to cooperate with that day's events.

Shosanna stood in the doorway as Landa, back to her, gleefully perused the film collection. He talked on at length about films, only pausing to acknowledge the young woman's presence by asking her if she happened to have copies of Fritz Lang's Die Nibelungen: Siegfrieds Tod and Die Nibelungen: Kriemhilds Rache. Before Shosanna could even answer, Landa found what he was searching for and continued on with the practically one-sided discussion by listing the differences between the films and the Wagner opera they originated from. She nodded along blankly, now intently staring at the back of his head.

Shosanna's eyes briefly darted about the room, searching for a blunt object: a film reel here, a shipping case there - practically any one thing of substance would suit the task. She then allowed herself the privilege of fantasizing about how it would feel, to grasp a reel, a case, anything and to smash it into the back of Landa's head — the base of his skull, to be precise; to feel the impact and to hear the satisfying crunch of bone.

It would never work out, however, as his body would be jarred forward and he'd collapse into the shelved reels, which would cause far too much of a commotion and bring the attention of everyone else in the lobby. If Shosanna could get away with doing so at that moment, she would; she would disarm Landa and continue to rain blows down upon him, even if she had to use her bare hands as weapons, for the thought of that man dying beneath her fists was nearly far too much to resist. But Shosanna was shaken out of her reverie when Landa turned to fully face her and spoke,

"Even considering the differences, both are still beautiful triumphs of filmmaking, which stand well enough on their own, don't you agree?"

Startled, she absent-mindedly nodded her head.

He continued,

"Mademoiselle Mimieux, I must apologize, as I have not allowed you a word in edge-wise. As disrespectful as I have been, will you forgive me? I just have not been able to attend a theater — film or stage — at all these past few years, given the circumstances."

He then smiled knowingly.

Shosanna stammered for a moment, but then gaining control of her composure, she managed a reserved,


"Splendid!" Landa exclaimed, clapping his hands together for extra emphasis.

"Now, if you do not mind, Mademoiselle Mimieux, if I may take a moment to set up temporary refuge in your office, I'll then be on my way."

The Colonel, as always, was true to his word. He had arrived separately from Goebbels and Mondino, but all three left together for a high-end restaurant to review the evening's plans over the finest wine that they could procure. After all, such a joyous occasion was cause for celebration.

And there she stood, a lonely figure in the lobby. The decadence surrounding Shosanna made her feel ill; but as much as she wanted to collapse and break down, to shriek and sob to placate the ache she felt to her core, she could not. Marcel had left earlier that morning to busy himself with errands around the city, so as to stay out of sight and out of mind of their German guests. He would be back within a few more hours with the doctored reel, but until then, she was on her own. Entirely overwhelmed with a mix of emotions, Shosanna granted herself a brief reprieve and left the theater.

The sun was slowly setting, the sky alight with orange and pink and casting all below it with an ethereal, golden glow. Shosanna stood in front of Le Gamaar, her only sanctuary, which would soon enough be reduced to ruins. The marquee made a blaring announcement of the premiere of Joseph Goebbels' new masterpiece, Stolz der Nation starring his Golden Boy and Germany's War Hero, Fredrick Zoller. And there, above the marquee was the young man's stoically handsome face, larger than life. Despite her frayed nerves and knotted insides Shosanna could not help but admire the beauty of it all.

She had spent her entire day running on nothing but pure adrenaline and as the last of it dissipated and exhaustion took over, reality began to heavily sink in.

This is it. There is nothing left to do but put the gears into motion.

A tremor coursed through her and she let out a shuddering sigh. Steeling her resolve before heading back inside, Shosanna took in one more look at the sunset, realizing it could very well be the last one she would ever see. Her mind couldn't help but turn to Fredrick, as she wondered, perhaps, if he and the company he kept ever even bothered to take the time to enjoy such a simple pleasure.

As she contemplated over the German War Hero and all that was to come that night, the air became electric; a shift both sudden and staggering, Shosanna was left as though she were on pins and needles. But there was no time for respite, as it was then that she heard a voice behind her, softly musing,

"It is an eyesore, is it not?"

Startled, Shosanna quickly spun on her heel, only to find herself face-to-chest with Fredrick Zoller. He stood posture-perfect, hands clasped behind his back and dressed in his requisite uniform, with that enchanting, crooked smile he reserved only for her. There in the twilight, Fredrick had never looked so striking: Everything from the olive green of his uniform, to his cream colored skin, brunette hair, and dark eyes were sublimely illuminated. She found herself frozen stock-still, hypnotized by the young man's features.

Shosanna's eyes wandered to his sensuous mouth as Fredrick kept his impenetrable gaze on her; she would never admit it to him, but she had committed to memory the soft curves of his lips from the moment she laid eyes upon him. Her attention was then drawn from to his mouth to below his neck, as she observed the gentle rise and fall of his chest. A slight smile permeated her lips as Shosanna raised her eyes once more to meet his; deep, warm and filled with reverence for her. Neither made a sound — save for those of their breathing — and allowed for a comfortable stillness to fall over them.

For that one moment, Shosanna and Fredrick were the only people alive, the world at their backs dead to them.

And just as quickly as that moment came, it went.

Appalled by her behavior, Shosanna halted herself before her thoughts manifested into the physical; she was further compelled out of her trance upon realizing that there was no space between them. Beating a hasty retreat, Shosanna stepped back from him and immediately composed herself; her posture perfectly stiff, her face a mask of serenity. Fredrick's eyes were still fixated intently upon her, and she could see a trace of hurt within them. To demonstrate his acceptance of the situation, Fredrick gave her a nod of his head.

The comfortable silence grew cumbersome.

The German War Hero nervously cleared his throat as he removed his side cap with his left hand and ran his right hand through a couple of rogue forelocks. He then spoke,

"Good evening, Mademoiselle Mimieux, I hope you are well and that I am not intruding - "

Apprehension took over and Fredrick hesitated, his hands wringing his cap. Shosanna cocked her head to the side, taking the time to observe, amusedly, how the German War Hero was reduced to a timid adolescent in her presence. Even when bothering her, he did so with great charm. In a show of mercy Shosanna cut in, permitting him to continue with a simple,


She was rewarded with his ever-widening smile as he went on,

"I know you have been quite busy today, considering all that had to be prepared for tonight, but I wanted to stop by and see you..."

Shosanna raised an eyebrow.

"...It's just that I know how difficult Jose - Herr Doktor Goebbels can be — "

Catching his error, Fredrick restrained himself. Tension set in and she clenched her jaw, for if there was ever a better time for Shosanna to turn around and head back into Le Gamaar, to completely cut him off before having to yet again bear his presence in another few hours, then this was it. Perhaps it was out of something within her that she could not quite place, something she was not yet readily able to accept, but Shosanna found that she could not bring herself to; rather, she preferred to hear him out instead. The side cap was subjected to more twisting and pulling in his hands as he worked to press himself on,

"I know his mere presence is intimidating, but I want you to know, Emmanuelle, how grateful I am for you agreeing to host the premiere at Le Gamaar. I cannot honestly tell you that I am excited for all that entails tonight, as the glamour is mostly for the sake of the Nazi Hierarchy than it is for me - just as this whole night is for the benefit of Herr Doktor Goebbels despite what else you may have heard... "

Fredrick's voice trailed off and he directed his focus to the cap in his hands. The atmosphere, once alive with electricity, grew thick with mood. It was downright suffocating. Growing anxious, Shosanna stared at him expectantly, silently pleading with him to speak. Raising his face to meet hers and seeing her concern, Fredrick carried on,

"This is probably rather foolish of me and could indeed wait until after the premiere and ceremony, but I want to tell you this now, when we're alone, without the interference of others, except for that of my nerves. Now, as you and I both know, Herr Doktor Goebbels has set aside his grand visions of propaganda long enough to spare me the simple idea that I am destined for film stardom, perhaps even politics."

His demeanor hardened and he could not resist rolling his eyes at such notions. Filled with trepidation, Shosanna could not help but interject,

"Fredrick, I don't... "

He cut her off, practically spitting out his next thought,

"But after tonight, I'm walking away from all of it, from them."

Shosanna was dumbstruck. And perhaps she was imagining it, but she swore she could detect a note of disgust in his voice.

Breathing in sharply, Fredrick stood taller, prouder, than before and gave her a confident smile.

"I greatly appreciate both your friendship and your endurance of me, Mademoiselle Mimieux. Other than the sisters I have left behind in Munich, you are the most genuine person I have had the pleasure of meeting. I have the whole country whispering in my ear, but you speak boldly and honestly; you treat me as I am - neither the war hero nor the film star. You see, I do not care about them or their ideals, which is why it is so easy for me to walk away."

If they were (knowingly) enemies facing each other out on the battlefield, surely, he would be the one to draw first blood. Shosanna found herself unable to breathe, as though she had been dealt a sharp blow to her abdomen. It ached with such intensity that she was certain she'd be sick. But Fredrick was unrelenting, tormenting Shosanna further.

His next request came out as a plea,

"But I care deeply for you, Emmanuelle, which is why I cannot walk away from you. If it is at all possible, and if you'll permit me, will I be able to still see you?"

Fredrick's words - his desires - were nearly incomprehensible to her. Shosanna attempted to force her mouth open to speak, to reason, to contend, but to no avail; and so, there she stood, steadfast, eyes fixed upon him, with her brows knitted together in confusion. Unyielding in his barrage of her defenses, Fredrick closed the gap between them, his eyes desperately searching hers for an understanding.

Shosanna felt herself falling to pieces.

The entire day she stood back, more than happy to be an observer, barely uttering more than three words in her interactions with Goebbels and Landa. But here with Zoller - Fredrick - Shosanna spoke freely, yet cautiously now,

"You are prepared to do that?"

That infectious smile spread across his face.

"Oui," Fredrick replied, with playful defiance.

Shosanna found herself smirking. Two can play this game.

"You do know that it will not be easy, right?"

His smile unwavering,


Still smirking, but now narrowing her eyes, she shot back,

"What if the only solution is to exile yourself?"

Their exchange was growing more and more light-hearted, despite the seriousness of the subject matter.

With faux smugness, he answered,

"I have the whole world, if I must. Perhaps back to Munich, my sisters, and Das Kino Haus. Or how about the French Riviera? Why not Switzerland? Maybe, I'll just go to New York."

Then, lifting his eyes skyward thoughtfully, Fredrick wondered,

"And what good would all these travels be by myself? A little bit of company would be nice. Besides, after confessing this all to you, one could say that you are now my co-conspirator."

In spite of herself, Shosanna smiled. But then, growing more serious, she pressed on,

"You would be willing to give up your identity if need be? To make it so that Fredrick Zoller: War Hero and, to the Allied forces, War Criminal, never existed?"

Fredrick, too, grew serious and stone-faced with his response, a quiet,


She wanted to look away, but his focus on her was far too strong, far too filled with need, love, and hope. Refusing to falter, Shosanna persisted,

"You cannot escape from your past so easily, Fredrick. You may be able to for a short time, but in the long run, it catches up with you."

He nodded, considering her words, before returning,

"Oui, Mademoiselle Mimieux. But you can never win or lose if you don't run the race."

His bright optimism, his charisma, and that infuriating smile would be the end of him, and of them both if she relented to him.

Becoming more introspective, Fredrick spoke again.

"Shortly after I was honored for my achievement, my sister Helga wrote me a letter. In it, she expressed her gratitude for my survival and reminded me to keep in mind the mothers of the men I killed in my prayers."

Voice strained, Shosanna inquired,

"Do you?"

For a moment, Fredrick appeared haunted. His voice was sad, almost distant,

"Oui. Every night since that weekend. I feel I did what any frightened, young soldier would do to survive, had they been in my position. I enlisted out of love of country, because I yearn for the world to return to the way it was when I was a child."

His attention to her resolute, Fredrick added determinedly,

"You see, Emmanuelle, I am willing to try."

And then, with a smile, he quipped,

"I'm not one to give up, you know that better than anyone."

Shosanna gave him a small smile, then turned to half-way face Le Gamaar.

"And so you admit that this illustrious display in your honor is meaningless?"

Turning back to Fredrick, her next question was almost a challenge,

"And you do know that you would be turning your back on the people - the country - that adores you so?"

Shosanna stared intently at him, ready to scrutinize whatever witty retort he may have.

That damned smile.

Fredrick shrugged.

"It is all hollow."

He may not have seen it, but the blood was draining from Shosanna's body. She tried to defend herself, but he proved to be too strong. He then delivered the deathblow.

Reaching out, Fredrick took her hand in his, holding and cherishing it as if it were indeed something rare and precious. Shosanna trembled and her mind screamed to resist, but it was a losing battle; she lost it the second she glanced down from the ladder and saw his beaming face gazing up at her. His voice was both contemplative and honeyed with want, both philosophical and vulgar as he whispered,

"Besides, what is the love of many compared to the love of one?"

With that, Fredrick pressed his lips - so warm, so soft - to the back of her hand. And with that, Shosanna was dead.

She squeezed her eyes shut; her body weak and her mind rapidly following suit. Shosanna was grateful for the fact that Marcel would not return for another few hours or so, as she wanted to relish the heated contact of their flesh, the warmth of his breath against her. Shosanna let out a small, hushed gasp; though barely audible, it was, to Fredrick, louder than any siren. She felt him smile against her skin and a shiver ran down her spine.

Slowly opening her eyes, Shosanna was greeted by the sight of Fredrick admiring her, his eyes half-lidded with desire, his bright smile now a sheepish grin. Both had now fallen silent, and within that lull, Shosanna's thoughts were frantic, as she was now nearly convinced that Fredrick was fully cognizant of who she was; he had to be. For all that the two were, and for all that the two could still yet be, Fredrick Zoller had to know that Emmanuelle Mimieux was Shosanna Dreyfus.

He has to.

How fair, how right it would be for the German War Hero to know the truth of the Jewish Girl! Her heart thrumming madly within her chest and her pulse racing, Shosanna braced herself for his admittance, for his acknowledgment.

But cruelly, he gave no such indication. Placing his side cap back on his head, Fredrick then lovingly cradled her hand in the both of his as he spoke intimately, his voice barely above a whisper,

"It would be my pleasure to spend the duration of the evening with you, but as we're painfully aware, there's an event taking place that is bigger than us both."

Shosanna could feel disappointment settling in the pit of her stomach, which was obvious as Fredrick quickly appended,

"Of course, I am certain I can break away from the festivities to see you at some point tonight, as there is much between us that still remains unsaid."

Feeling dizzy, she soundlessly nodded.

Fredrick kissed her hand once more; lingeringly, longingly, lovingly. His exquisite tenderness took her breath away and he wanted nothing more than to preserve their moment for eternity; but it had to end. As Fredrick released her hand from his and stepped away to disappear into the ever-growing shadows, Shosanna could not help but feel a void left within her.

And so she stood alone, with nothing else but the thundering of her breaking heart. She wanted to run after him, screaming,

"I am Shosanna Dreyfus!"

She wanted to keep running until her lungs burned, to keep screaming her throat raw. She wanted to join Fredrick, to run with him until the darkness absorbed them both.

But she could not, for her body was leaden and her tongue was cut out.

Shosanna's hand throbbed from his absence. She raised it up for inspection, hoping to find some sort of mark, a reminder of him. Wretchedly disappointed, Shosanna tightened her hand into a fist and held it until the blunt edges of her nails left crescent-shaped marks in the delicate skin of her palm.

In that moment, she knew; definitively and assuredly: It was too late.

Her plan had to be executed for her family, for Ada, and for Marcel; for every individual sentenced to death by being deemed undesirable. And most of all, for herself.

Fredrick Zoller, that beautiful young man, the German War Hero who loved her, a Jewish girl, had unknowingly given her the greatest gift she had ever received:

The gift of her revenge.

To her credit, Shosanna tried to keep her distance, to turn him away. Against her better judgement, she now knew and was loved by an achingly human part of the war machine she sought to destroy. If only he hadn't been so persistent. If only he had been as heartless and brutal as the rest of them.

Fredrick Zoller, that beautiful young man, was unknowingly going to die for her that night.

There was no going back.

où: HOME.
se sentent: anxious
écouter: Charles Bernstein - Deadly Friend
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[identity profile] piecesofalice.livejournal.com on September 18th, 2009 12:44 pm (UTC)
Oh, yes. Yes yes yes. It's like a scene that was cut from the script - so perfect, so bittersweet and it fits so well with what was to come.

Loved it. Bravo!
http://suspiriorum.livejournal.com/: I'm a heartbreak beat[identity profile] suspiriorum.livejournal.com on September 18th, 2009 09:07 pm (UTC)
That was my main ambition in writing this, as I kept the image of Shosanna (such as in your icon) contemplating her actions to come that night, as well as to further explain Fredrick's outburst and Shosanna reaching out to him. While the romance and tragedy of the projection booth scene as it is in the film explains everything perfectly, but I wanted to explore film canon before I get into AU shenanigans.

And thank you! I was apprehensive about posting this as I haven't written fiction in years (I can, however, write an 8 page paper on the importance of libraries). This is also my first fanfiction; I've had ideas for other fandoms before, I've never written anything down until now. That's the power of Tarantino, I suppose.
[identity profile] piecesofalice.livejournal.com on September 19th, 2009 05:49 am (UTC)
It's your first fanfic? You better be writing more, stat!

I was trying to explain to my roommate why I can't get these two out of my head, because she exclaimed, "but he's so awful!" And they're both, really, two normal people who were caught up in really abnormal circumstances, with so much left unsaid.

He's trying to survive (shooting 348393483 soliders, shooting her in retaliation), she's trying to survive (running, changing herself completely, burning the cinema), but they're both looking for something honest. And in their dishonesty, they sort of bared a lot more than either of them thought. He saw something in her that brought out the boyish side of him, and she saw something in her that, ultimately, made her feel sorry for him in the end - because she didn't want to shoot him, but the survival instinct broke through again.

Teal deer, I know a lot of people focus on Fredrick's change in personality at the end, but it's really a lot more cut-and-dry than "ZOMG I WANT TEH SEX0RZ". But, yeah, you explored it a little more and I love that. And I love that I can blurt out this stuff in a comment and you get it. ;)

Write more, dammit!
http://suspiriorum.livejournal.com/: Are we not Watchmen?[identity profile] suspiriorum.livejournal.com on September 19th, 2009 06:37 am (UTC)

I at first wanted to be more thorough with their interaction, but decided against that and opted for more restraint. Fredrick feels more grounded around Shosanna, but I didn't want him to suddenly have a rambling monologue and Shosanna is so guarded that outwardly, she wouldn't get all soppy on him (besides, interacting with Fredrick breaks her heart enough).

I tried so hard to see Zoller after my first viewing of IB the way the majority do, but I failed miserably. I don't think Fredrick was going to hurt Shosanna in any fashion (well, aside from his grand entrance) and she wouldn't have hurt him unprovoked. Taking out that entire theater was easy for her as they'd die a faceless mass, but knowing Fredrick made killing him difficult for her. His outburst gave her reason enough (so she thought at that moment) to shoot him, one which she quickly regretted. Notice also, that Shosanna shot him in the back, as facing him would be too painful.

I love that we can ramble back and forth and we absolutely understand each other. I never make it easy for myself as I always become enamored with the complex/intriguing/tragic characters/people in literature/film/pop culture. My dad said before I get that from him, that we both get emotionally invested in characters/people who end up in heartbreaking situations (which luckily does not extend to our personal lives).

I found a comment on imdb some time ago wherein the poster suggested an alternate storyline for Zoller in IB: He learns who Shosanna truly is, she is murdered by Landa, and he joins the Basterds to see her plan through, as well as avenge her death. It's very ambitious, but I would love to tackle it! Especially as I decided for Shosanna and Fredrick to get into some sexual hijinks, which would then make things interesting when he has to work with Marcel to carry out her plan. Also, I figure that Archie Hicox could become the replacement projectionist for the premiere. I'm even compiling a soundtrack for it, which is making me even crazier.

Ramble ramble ♥

Edited 2009-09-19 09:18 am (UTC)
[identity profile] piecesofalice.livejournal.com on September 20th, 2009 11:50 am (UTC)
Fredrick feels more grounded around Shosanna

It's so obvious, isn't it? He's proud, but so uncomfortable about Goebbels et al, but he becomes the boyish charmer with a love for the movies and pretty girls he probably had to leave behind in Germany. Daniel does such a good job showing the two extremes (three if you count his actions in the projection room), and, yeah, like you, I tried to see him as The Big Bad Nazi Guy, but there was simply too much to ignore. There was this layer of hopefulness and hopelessness that sort of left you wondering if Fredrick always knew he'd end up in a Romeo and Juliet-style death (because you know he's kind of a romantic under the uniform).

YES YES YES to the faceless aspect of the entire theatre being easier than Fredrick's death. Her face when she looks to the screen, and there he is - bigger than life, some sort of indicator of her past and their futures, and that's what sends her to the floor when he moans. Kills me, everytime. The layers, man! The layers!

I'm the same with the unsympathetic characters, don't worry. That moral grey area is so interesting, especially when (like with Fredrick and Shosanna) the people doing "bad" things are, at heart, good people. There's less of us, I think, than those who loves the Goodies and the Baddies. ;)

Oh, the AU possibilities are just ENDLESS. I love the idea of Vigilante!Basterd!Fredrick - with a butchered Nazi uniform and a penchant for French cigarettes and a pistol. I wish to see this fic and it's soundtrack, stat!!

(I think I have gone into a Daniel Bruehl/Melanie Laurent frenzy, by the by.)

http://suspiriorum.livejournal.com/: All for freedom and for pleasure[identity profile] suspiriorum.livejournal.com on September 20th, 2009 09:54 pm (UTC)

Not that I'm a total creeper, but I do like to give a quick look over the profiles of members of [livejournal.com profile] un_amico as they join, because I'm curious as to what other things we all might have in common. And sure enough, many of us (including myself, on an extreme level) are fans of the King of Grey Areas, Adrian Veidt/Ozymandias from Watchmen. Sometimes I get annoyed with myself for falling for such heartbreaking people, as they're far more complicated than being a fan of say, Nite Owl or Aldo, but I find them to be so much more rewarding.

I'm thinking of starting my story with Fredrick as an old man in 1980s New York, reflecting back on what happened (as if he doesn't do so all the time anyway). I have a major interest in a New York that no longer exists, the '70s - '80s New York with 42nd street, when you could go watch classic porn and kung-fu films. With IB being about the power of cinema, I thought of a young man who lives in the same apartment complex as Zoller wanting to know all about Stolz Der Nation and such. It sounds a bit muddled right now, as explaining what I'm working on never does it justice until it's finished, but that's the general setting.

I have a fantastic image of Fredrick at the end of Operation Kino, dressed in his ruined uniform, a bit beaten, with a black eye and cigarette hanging out of his mouth. And an initiation scene, as Aldo and the Basterds wouldn't readily accept someone such as Fredrick. I think one of the harder aspects of writing the story will be getting Aldo and the Basterds just right, but having a copy of the script for reference helps (and it's a grand excuse to see the film a fourth time).

If You Tolerate This your Children Will Be Next by Manic Street Preachers is perfect for Zoller, particularly for my story:

Edit to add, I am massively in love with Daniel and Mélanie. It's all their fault, as they started it. I should mail QT a bouquet of flowers and a thank-you card, though.

Edited 2009-09-20 11:50 pm (UTC)
[identity profile] piecesofalice.livejournal.com on September 22nd, 2009 12:14 pm (UTC)
I just came from reading [livejournal.com profile] trysts's fic and - OMG. Yes, OMG. So good. I'm also bone tired so forgive me if I ramble!

Anyway - oh lord, you probably looked at my journal and saw my fondness for procedurals and OTPs that never-shall-be! But you're right in saying that we all seem to have a fondness for the grey area'ed ones (Ozymandias was always a real mystery to me, in that he never made any apologies for who he was, or what he did. I remember reading Watchmen at like, thirteen or something ridiculous {bless older siblings} and finding him both parts terrifying and absolutely, honestly sane. A lot like Shosanna/Fredrick, really.)

That plot = amazing. The Manics and "If You Tolerate This..." = perfect. Can I say I love our little corner of the fandom? Is that allowed? Even if my contributions are so slim thanks to Being A Grown-Up. ;)

How is the fic coming? If you need ears/sounding post/ridiculous theme music, I am willing to assist. Actually, I saw Up tonight at a work function and thought of Older!Fredrick. Not that he'd attach a bazillion balloons to his house or anything, but just in the old man's need to fulfill his wife's life wish. Which, again, certainly wasn't killing the Nazi who killed her family. That would possibly be a very different Pixar movie. (I think I might be putting too much of this into my real life activities...)

Expect RPF of horrible proportions on Friday (my time, or the start of my weekend). Oh God, maybe we should chip in and buy QT a "thank you but SORRY SORRY SORRY" bouquet? Although he may read it, if Eli Roth's giving him links to the Kink Meme!
http://suspiriorum.livejournal.com/: Heaven is the whole of the heart[identity profile] suspiriorum.livejournal.com on September 22nd, 2009 05:55 pm (UTC)
[livejournal.com profile] un_amico is my internet pillow fortress ♥

I've generally avoided improbable pairings, as canon usually worked for me, but I have to credit Ozymandias for throwing that out the window. Shosanna/Fredrick are the final nail in that coffin; they settled in the back of my brain and refuse to leave. Watchmen effected me more than I thought it would and has ruined pretty much any other graphic novel I may hope to read, as it put me through an emotional wringer. I've also watched the director's cut of the film over 10 billion times and I then proceed to further analyze Adrian because I can't ever stop doing so. It sounds odd, but he made a profound impact on me. I've even considered writing fic combining both novel and film canon, wherein Laurie, Dan, and Adrian end up an OT3. It'd be delightfully complicated, with Laurie reaching out to Adrian first, as she's realized how significantly her life has improved because of him. Currently though, Shosanna/Fredrick are my main focus.

Speaking of which, I've already plotted out various parts of the story, including a little heart-to-heart with Hugo (well, it's more of Zoller trying to hold it together and Hugo silently listening). I'm watching the front desk tonight at work (yay library!), which gives me ample time to write out the first chapter. I greatly appreciate your offer, so I'll come bothering you when needed ♥
Shosanna/Fredrick, like sexy zombies, will eat your brain. I look through People magazine at work and pity all of the actors who didn't get to be in IB (it's a bit of a bad habit when there's a great film currently out that I love to death).

I'll gladly await your RPF, because it can't possibly be bad if it involves Daniel and Mélanie. I'd love for QT to read it, too, though it seems as though he's more of a slash fan.

EDIT: Quick update: I ended up getting started on a Diane/Mélanie RPF instead. She comforts Diane after filming the strangulation scene. I like writing it, but I'm also missing Shosanna/Fredrick. My brain somehow wants to cram Daniel in there, too.

Edited 2009-09-23 12:35 am (UTC)
[identity profile] piecesofalice.livejournal.com on September 23rd, 2009 11:50 am (UTC)
I really liked Watchmen, but I think it wasn't until I was older that I really got the nuances and appreciated it for what it was. I'd been trying to read From Hell before re-reading Watchmen, and the difference is huge. I'm a big DC-Batverse nerd, so the whole superheroes-with-flaws thing makes me tres happy.

And speaking of which, I was buying DVDs today and Watchmen literally kept falling off the shelf everytime I walked past it. A sign I need to watch it again, and admire the Grey-Area King and the potential of an OT3, sans Rorschach? (Also: I was in the store buying:

And I purchased Joyeux Noel and Two Days in Paris yesterday. I'm so gone and enamored with these two, it's terrible!)

Speaking of Joyeux Noel, Daniel's look is sort of what I imagine for your AU -

Sans jaunty hat and plus angst and cigarettes and a huge gun. The scene with Hugo you describe? I need to read this ASAP! GET ON IT! And I'm so there for Diane/Mélanie. Go on, make it Diane/Mélanie/Daniel. With tequila. And cheese. And frottage, because frottage sounds like a cheese.

(My email is nouveaufille at gmail dot com if you want to bother me ;)

I'm dragging my roommate to see IB again tomorrow night, so I suspect I'll be setting my comment blather-phaser to high. Damn those sexy zombies! Damn them!
http://suspiriorum.livejournal.com/: Why the want for all that I can't touch[identity profile] suspiriorum.livejournal.com on September 23rd, 2009 10:04 pm (UTC)
I'll stick with Diane/Mélanie for the RPF I'm currently writing, but I can go with Diane/Mélanie/Daniel later. Of course, it would then turn into Mélanie/Daniel.

YES. THAT IS A SIGN. DO NOT DISAPPOINT OZYMANDIAS. I was recovering from gallbladder surgery back in July, so I ended up watching Watchmen way too much. Then I watched it in French. Those are some excellent dvd choices, btw. I bought Ladies In Lavender, Love In Thoughts and Good Bye Lenin!, but unfortunately, not many of Mélanie's films are available here (which is reason enough to buy a region-free dvd player).

I easily picture Fredrick like that as well, though perhaps not as scruffy, but plenty angsty. Angst + huge gun = German Charles Bronson. I AM SO STUPIDLY EXCITED ABOUT THIS STORY! I'm even going to sneak in some Bridget/Archie (let him angst it up, too). Since there's no glorious Bowie scene in this rendition, get his own '80s kickass theme.

And I will gladly harass you via e-mail, too!
[identity profile] piecesofalice.livejournal.com on September 25th, 2009 03:40 pm (UTC)
Well, I finished the RPF thanks to your post earlier today. OH GOD IT'S SO BAD BUT IT WAS SO GOOD TO WRITE D:

I also couldn't help myself and did something else I don't usually do - I downloaded a cam version of IB. It's terrible quality, but I can feel a picspam coming on. Fredrick's hands are shaking before he shoots her again and I die a little. The nuances are just...man, Mélanie and Daniel just act the crap out of it, and I can't even. Ugh.

Re: "Justice For One" - I'm Australian, and John Farnham? Is like, our version of Elvis and Bruce Springsteen, all rolled into one amazingly Aussie package. So I kind of love you for having that as Fredrick's theme song. WHERE IS THIS FIC?! I WANT TO READ IT NOW!!!

http://suspiriorum.livejournal.com/: The ghost in you/she don't fade[identity profile] suspiriorum.livejournal.com on September 25th, 2009 09:15 pm (UTC)

AND PICSPAM YES. I even went so far as to screencap that youtube video so I could have a couple shots of Fredrick's uniform for a post I'm making later to the comm (I had to go and analyze the colors they wore). I noticed Fredrick's shaking, too, along with how pained he looked. I love that Tarantino is so particular with choosing his actors (and so personal, too) because he knows his characters inside and out and is able to find the right actors who are willing to know them so thoroughly as well.

I love the soundtrack for Savage Streets, which Farnham greatly contributed to; I have such a classic vigilante grindhouse feel to my story that I wanted music to relfect that. It's also my own little tribute to QT as he's a huge fan of Savage Streets, too.
I'm sincerely hoping to get the first chapter up this weekend and I'll be dropping you a line at some point.

Edited 2009-09-25 11:05 pm (UTC)
[identity profile] tehprincessj.livejournal.com on September 18th, 2009 02:53 pm (UTC)
Goodness, I love what you've done here. The way you write them together, the nervous signs of inner turmoil. Compairing their attraction to combat was brilliant, and I loved that you had him offer to walk away from everything. So tragic, which is them, which is perfect.

"Besides, what is the love of many compared to the love of one?"

Edited 2009-09-18 02:59 pm (UTC)
http://suspiriorum.livejournal.com/: I can feel the weight deep down below[identity profile] suspiriorum.livejournal.com on September 18th, 2009 09:37 pm (UTC)
"Besides, what is the love of many compared to the love of one?"
That's the line that prompted me to write; it got stuck in my mind and so I built up what started as short ficlet idea of the two having a brief interaction outside Le Gamaar, but it grew into something a little more detailed and complex. I typed up the first half with Shosanna interacting with Goebbels and Landa in about two days, but writing her and Fredrick took considerably longer (I out-nerded myself by writing out the second half in my Ozy journal) and then I spent too long scrutinizing every detail.

I'm still amazed that people see Zoller as a monster, but seeing his obvious remorse in the theater, his embarrassment when explaining himself to Shosanna, his discomfort around Goebbels (who is probably the only father-figure in his life) shows otherwise. I found a quote from Daniel from the tvtropes page on IB, wherein he explains that Zoller is a genuine, nice guy which further spurred me on (along with the Audie Murphy parallels). So with all of this nagging at the back of my mind, I figure it would not be out of character for Fredrick to want to leave it all.

The combat parallel was a pleasant surprise that cropped up as I was writing it out, so I kept going with it. In fact, I'm pleasantly surprised King For A Day turned out the way it did.
[identity profile] tehprincessj.livejournal.com on September 22nd, 2009 01:26 am (UTC)
I out-nerded myself by writing out the second half in my Ozy journal
Everything I write starts out on paper. Everything.

If Zoller was as cut and dried as so many people think, there's no way on earth I'd be so fascinated.

I'm really excited to see you tackle the prompt you found on imdb. <3 I'm hoping to make headway on my Fredrick/Shosanna fluff, myself, but I keep getting distracted by the kink meme (and I still feel the need to write you that crack we were laughing about earlier).
http://suspiriorum.livejournal.com/: Welcome to your life[identity profile] suspiriorum.livejournal.com on September 22nd, 2009 03:05 am (UTC)
I just feel nerdy about it because when I'm not writing in it, I feel as though Ozy's stern face is silently telling me to WRITE MORE, DAMMIT. I easily typed up Shosanna's interactions with Goebbels and Landa, but when it's her and Fredrick, I nearly panic because I want to do them justice. S/F fans are such a small group, which makes me want to work even harder at writing and keeping up the community; and I love doing so because it shows that while we may be a minority in IB fandom, we're just as creative and vital as all the other pairings. And we've been very fortunate that all of the S/F ifc on LJ has been well-written.

I ♥ complex characters so much. Other than the fun of analyzing them, they really hit me where it hurts.

I'm thrilled to get to work on that prompt, as I realized that I certainly didn't want everyone else to have all the fun. It'll take some time and extra care, but I'm confident enough that I can do it. Take all the time necessary to write your fics, as the wait will be worth it and I'll love them even more.
[identity profile] tehprincessj.livejournal.com on September 22nd, 2009 08:15 pm (UTC)
I nearly panic because I want to do them justice.
Sooooo this! After reading [livejournal.com profile] trysts's fic, I find myself under a lot of pressure to really write something amazing. Which is good, which is bad, which is good. XD

And thanks so much, bb. <3
http://suspiriorum.livejournal.com/: Your menstruating heart[identity profile] suspiriorum.livejournal.com on September 22nd, 2009 09:22 pm (UTC)
You're welcome ♥

I know you'll do well and that Shosanna/Fredrick will have yet another wonderful fic. Besides, I'm fretting just as much over mine.

[livejournal.com profile] trysts is amazing, as she consistantly delivers and keeps us on our toes.
[identity profile] beerbad.livejournal.com on September 18th, 2009 11:31 pm (UTC)
Wow... I really, really love this. I always enjoy having more insight into Shoshanna, and I think this piece really captures the tension of the film extremely well.

If they were (knowingly) enemies facing each other out on the battlefield, surely, he would see the gaping wounds his words had left on her.

Love this line! Frankly, this fic almost makes me want to legitimately 'ship S/F, which is really something! <3 Oh - and I'm so glad you used some of the background from the script!! Love it. :)
http://suspiriorum.livejournal.com/: A song to break your heart to[identity profile] suspiriorum.livejournal.com on September 19th, 2009 12:50 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! ♥

Shosanna had her life and identity ripped away from her and has to be as guarded as possible out of necessity for survival, so to relive her trauma repeatedly with Goebbels, Landa, and to an extent, Zoller, cannot be easy (which is putting it lightly). The stunning Cat People sequence and the projection booth scene perfectly expressed Shosanna's inner turmoil, but I really wanted to explore what would push her and Fredrick to the edge. She wants to see her revenge through but knowing Fredrick is the wrench in her plans, yet she also can't let those monsters get away with their crimes. Overall, it's a tragic situation with no simple solutions.

I'm glad I was able to get that to come across, as I fretted over every detail! And the script has proven to be an invaluable resource, particularly when it comes to Shosanna/Fredrick.
[identity profile] shorelle.livejournal.com on September 20th, 2009 04:50 pm (UTC)
Wow, this was a wonderful read <3 It's both a heartwarming and heartbreaking scene (much like so many aspects of their relationship, really), considering what is to come. The descriptions are riveting and you've made me fall in love with them even more -- Fredrick's adorkable determination and awkwardness when it comes to Shosanna, and Shosanna's own tragic determination and conflict.

These two have such potential and depth to be explored, and now I feel less crazy for shipping it after seeing the movie!

It's been said already, but:
"Besides, what is the love of many compared to the love of one?"
was a particularly wrenching line.

*flails incoherently*
http://suspiriorum.livejournal.com/: Why the want for all that I can't touch[identity profile] suspiriorum.livejournal.com on September 20th, 2009 11:00 pm (UTC)
Aw, shucks. Writing them together was a challenge as I wanted to convey tension and longing, but without getting heavy-handed. And because Shosanna and Fredrick began and ended at the theater, I wanted them to have one last private moment there before all hell broke loose.

I have such an adoration for them and their (misunderstood) relationship (and especially poor Fredrick) that I felt compelled enough to throw my hat in the ring and do them some justice. I enjoyed it so much that I'm going to tackle them in an AU setting next.

Don't feel crazy, as it's fellow fans of Shosanna/Fredrick that further inspire me to write about them. We may be a small group, but it makes S/F all the more special, I think.

If there was a way to hug my brain for giving me such lines, I would, as that was what lead me to write King For A Day in the first place.
[identity profile] notexotic.livejournal.com on September 21st, 2009 01:55 am (UTC)
I loved this. I feel like this was something that could have happened, that should have happened, and it makes everything so much more heartbreaking. I definitely think the Shosanna/Fredrick relationship has a lot of sticky aspects attached to it, but you've handled them with grace. Fantastic job.

And I adore both of your AU ideas! I'd love to read them.
http://suspiriorum.livejournal.com/: Welcome to your life[identity profile] suspiriorum.livejournal.com on September 21st, 2009 02:36 am (UTC)
Thank you, my dear.

As tempting as it was to have Shosanna climb Fredrick like a mighty oak tree and agree to run away, happily-ever-after fluff, I wanted to work within film canon and show that she has burgeoning feelings for him, without going too far (as I think it can be agreed she realized how much she cared for Zoller in the projection booth).

I'm gettin' to work on working out the first chapter of my AU Fredrick-as-vigilante fic this week. I may wait to post anything until I get a couple chapters together.
[identity profile] notexotic.livejournal.com on September 21st, 2009 07:19 pm (UTC)
I wanted to work within film canon and show that she has burgeoning feelings for him, without going too far (as I think it can be agreed she realized how much she cared for Zoller in the projection booth).

Oh, I definitely agree. I don't know if I can say that it was love, but I think she, especially in that moment where he's on the floor wounded and dying right before her eyes, was confronted with his humanity and that it drove home the gravity of her actions.
http://suspiriorum.livejournal.com/: Our days are numbered[identity profile] suspiriorum.livejournal.com on September 21st, 2009 09:51 pm (UTC)
I love that the German war hero and the Jewish girl seeking vengeance are the ones who show remorse and humanity.

In the script it states that her heart broke for him, but even though she was dying, Shosanna still forced herself to get up make the final reel change (QT compared it to climbing Piz Palu) and take out the Third Reich. I love her determination and that no matter what, her plan must be executed.
http://ladyofspring.livejournal.com/: Je t'aime[identity profile] ladyofspring.livejournal.com on October 12th, 2009 06:35 pm (UTC)
"...she now knew and was loved by an achingly human part of the war machine she sought to destroy. If only he hadn't been so persistent. If only he had been as heartless and brutal as the rest of them."

And that's them in a nutshell. I think that's why she as so aggressively stand-offish with him. In her encounters with other Nazis she's distant and polite but with him she's much more in his face. I think she reacts that because he wouldn't conform to her ideas of what a Nazi was and that pissed her off. Anyways, write more soon! I really liked this.
http://suspiriorum.livejournal.com/: You've been so long[identity profile] suspiriorum.livejournal.com on October 13th, 2009 12:12 am (UTC)
Oh, certainly. And even if Shosanna wanted to, getting close to anyone outside of the sanctuary of the theater was far too risky; then along comes a young German man with a love of cinema who just wants to know her and demolishes her defenses in the process.

Thank you! I'm working on an ambitious fic whose plot was suggested on imdb by a user who was thinking up other possibile outcomes for Fredrick/Shosanna; I keep referring to it as Fredrick-goes-Charles-Bronson-on-Nazis (it sounds schlocky and terribly out of character by that description, but I can assure you that it's not). I hope to get the first chapter of it up by this weekend, but I've also been sidetracked by another little fic that puts Shosanna into a difficult situation with Fredrick, which I also hope to post this week, too. On top of that, I'm working on a piece for an art show in November. So bascially, I'm creatively running myself ragged (if I can manage to fit a nap somewhere in there I'll be fine).
[identity profile] nickytheapache.livejournal.com on March 30th, 2010 02:53 am (UTC)
At the last line of this first part, my hand clasped over my mouth and a sob escaped me. A shaky, obnoxiously loud sob. A few tears followed shortly after, but I have since composed myself and I am now ready to praise you!!

I cannot describe to you how much I love your writing. Your characterization is 100% SPOT ON, and everything is perfect. I cannot believe how fantastic you are at writing Fredrick! It's so, so very true to the script and to the way Daniel portrayed him. It's like, Fredrick, but a closer look. Fredrick as if we were given the priviledge of seeing him open up more on screen. It's so, SO wonderful and you absolutely nailed him. Fidgeting with his cap, his constant optimism... It's breathtaking, really.

The same goes for Shosanna - you've got her down pat, as well. Her thoughts, the way she composes herself... it's all so completely perfect.

Good God, if only this had happened. And once again, who is to say it didn't?

Her inner thoughts are killing me - they are exactly what I have always wanted her to be thinking, and they are exactly what she must have been thinking. Ugh, I don't even know what to say, this is all so perfect.

Fredrick is breaking my heart. Good God, I love you.

I know it's going to take me a while to read, as I'm going to be savouring it... but I cannot wait for what lies ahead.

I am so, so grateful for this. It is truly magnificent.

A thousand times bravo.
http://suspiriorum.livejournal.com/: A chance with someone like you[identity profile] suspiriorum.livejournal.com on April 1st, 2010 03:56 pm (UTC)
Oh, goodness, you are so very welcome!

This was the first piece of fiction I had written in years, and so I was extremely careful with getting all of the details correct. I had written all of the first half with Shosanna in the theater, then I set it aside for a couple of weeks, as writing her was difficult enough, but with Fredrick? That was a challenge.

There's just this certain level of restraint between them that I have to keep in mind. He's open about everything with her, btu she cannot be, so there's this tension there that comes out in their interactions together.

I initially wrote this one to be a stand alone fic, to perhaps fit in between what he did not see and the premiere. But after some ecouragement, I continued it to become the kind of Shosanna/Fredrick fic I wanted to read, but no one else would write.

So basically: thank you for your feedback, as Shosanna and Fredrick mean a great deal to me, and to know that I'm able to communicate everything about them to others means a lot. Writing for these two has gotten me back into my own writing, which I cannot be thankful for enough. And of course, I wouldn't have kept with all of this if it weren't for fellow fans enjoying all of this, either.

I certainly don't mean to make anyone cry or break their hearts, but Fredrick just seems to be able to do that (as Shosanna knows well enough).

[identity profile] nickytheapache.livejournal.com on April 3rd, 2010 02:28 am (UTC)
It may have been a challenge, but it was constructed BEAUTIFULLY and you hit the nail right on the head.

So very true. I felt the tension while reading it and I was so apprehensive. You write them as individuals perfectly, but you also write them as a pair perfectly. It's all perfect. Wow, I've used that word a lot, haha.

It could have been just a stand alone fic, but the continuation (from what I've read so far) is fantastic. Not too cheesy or fluffy, but realistic and interesting. Once I start a chapter, I really can't stop. Every detail is spot on.

You're welcome for the feedback! They mean a great deal to me as well, and you should be very, very proud.

"Fredrick just seems to be able to do that (as Shosanna knows well enough)."
Haha! Awe, how true.
http://suspiriorum.livejournal.com/: Intravenous agnostic[identity profile] suspiriorum.livejournal.com on April 4th, 2010 06:53 am (UTC)
Thank you!

Since the projection booth scene in the film was the realization of their feelings and KFAD is an AU situation, I have to keep that restraint and tension to an extent, as Shosanna becomes more comfortable with how she feels for Fredrick. There are details now that I'm going to have to address, such as Fredrick's PTSD and Shosanna learning the fate of Landa, which are the major challenges. But, after talking with my dad, I know what to do with Himmler (since he wasn't amongst the four killed in the explosion). It all keeps me on my toes, though, and keeps me from getting lazy with writing or having it descend into OOC fluff.

I'm proud that I'm able to give them a voice and help others to see what's so special about them, as well as being able to find other like-minded people, which makes it all even better. When I was first promoting [livejournal.com profile] un_amico I was constantly being told, "OMG I love them, too, but I was afraid to say something!"

Fredrick is the embodiment of I Am Trying To Break Your Heart by Wilco.

[identity profile] nickytheapache.livejournal.com on April 5th, 2010 07:11 am (UTC)
I love the fact that their future can be promising and everything can be turning out perfectly without it being fluffy or OOC in the least. That's incredibly difficult to do, yet you are succeeding. Ah yes, the details. The fact that you even think to include those details is impressive! I'm sure they will be integrated appropriately, but I wish you luck!

I remember when I joined the basterds community, I did the meme and I put them for my favourite pairing. I'm so glad I finally realized there was MORE there and then you spelled it all out for me. Because I never thought the film could be any better, and now that I understand their story, it is a million times better. It's incredible. I was explaining my love of IB to my mum the other night, and I actually started weeping, haha. I was like, "mum, it's just THAT good. It's a masterpiece... I-I can't even handle it!"

It's too late and my headphones are missing, so I can't listen, but I read the lyrics and I love them.
"I'm the man who loves you"
[identity profile] sweet-iolanthe.livejournal.com on May 19th, 2010 06:37 pm (UTC)
Oh. This is bloody brilliant. I am -- gahh. It's just so good. onto the next. thank you thank you.
http://suspiriorum.livejournal.com/: Falling over you is the news of the day[identity profile] suspiriorum.livejournal.com on May 20th, 2010 03:09 am (UTC)
Thank you! It was my very first fic (ever) and writing the two of them accurately was and is very important to me. I've not been moved by two characters such as them before, really, so I take them quite personally. The fact that others derive enjoyment from what I write still amazes me.

You're very welcome ♥