Warnings: Swearing, Mentions Of Death, Mentions of violence,
Notes: This is a ‘get ready’ type of thing for an upcoming IB series I’m working on! Here we have Hugo’s own beloved beau, Boaz Resnick. As you can clearly see, Boaz’s faceclaim is David Corenswet. Boaz and Hugo are not childhood best friends like Joshua and Aldo, nor did they meet during civilian jobs like Walter and Archie did. They met out of the blue shortly before enlistment, joining the German army together; which led to them killing 13 Gestapo officers. The two have been together through thick and thin, seeing as they have each other for protection in the face of whatever comes their way.
About OC: Boaz Resnick is an American-born man from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He was born as one of two children to a middle-class family, and always had a thing for fighting. Boaz is clever like Joshua, but in a sense where he’ll quickly analyze a person and remember every single detail about them that he’s able to learn. He can use said information later on as blackmail, or to drag them by their wigs to the ends of the earth. To put it simply, Boaz is not to be crossed with.
Boaz cracked his neck, eyebrows raising in interest when Hugo walked into the bedroom.”Hey, lovely” he greeted.
Hugo hummed back at him, putting his knife back down on the table.”Sleep well?”
“I’ve had troubles since I was a kid, Hugo. What do you think?”
“It was a question, schatz” Hugo glanced over at him. He picked his knife back up, using a cloth to wipe it clean.
Boaz grinned back at Hugo.”You know I don’t know what that means.”
“You know that I know that you’re lying about it now, BoBo.”
Boaz groaned.”Don’t call me that, you sound like Johanna” he complained, lying back on the bed.
“Your sister isn’t around to stop me” Hugo winked at him.
Boaz scrunched his face up in distaste. He stood up, and walked up to Hugo. Boaz took out his blade, holding it against Hugo’s neck.”My love, if you were to kill me, how would you do it?”
Hugo chuckled.”Have you every thought about killing me?”
“Mhm” Boaz nodded sternly.”I’ve thought about how I’d kill anyone I’ve across. With you, I’d slit your throat, or use your favourite gun against you. Lucky for you, Hugo, I feel you too much to ever even try to kill you. But...how would you?”
Hugo turned his head to look at Boaz, blue eyes piercing into his own.”I’d never think of it, Bo” he fake-pouted.
Boaz put his other hand on Hugo’s shoulder, squeezing it.”How would you?”
Hugo rolled his eyes.”Always so pushy, Boaz” he put his knife and cloth down, grabbing Boaz’s hand and tugging it down. Hugo spun around, easily knocking Boaz’s blade out of his hand. He shoved Boaz away, and onto the bed, where he straddled him down.
Boaz smirked, looking up at him in curiosity.
“I’d take your blade-”
“My blade?”
“Your blade” Hugo nodded, balling his hand into a fist.”And I’d simply-” he brought his fist down to Boaz’s torso, hitting multiple places, one after another, like he was stabbing him.
Boaz giggled, raising his arms to shield his face.”Stop, that kinda tickles-”
Hugo dragged his hand up to lightly grip Boaz’s neck. He stood up, tugging Boaz up after him by his neck.
Boaz had his head tilted up, eyes gleamed over with slight lust.”You don’t have to do all this.”
Hugo raised his eyebrows, tilting his head.”But you like it.”
Boaz cupped his cheek, lips parted.”I can’t stand you.”
Hugo let go of Boaz’s neck, tongue grazing his teeth.”I love you too, Boaz” he replied, hands at Boaz’s hips now. Hugo pulled Boaz closer, chest-to-chest.”Can you find it in your little heart to stand me enough to show me around America once we obliterate the Nazis, my beauty?”
Boaz gulped, draping his arms around Hugo’s neck.”Only for you, dove” he leaned in, lovingly kissing him.”Besides; I’m the little voice in your head that helps you be you. Without me, where would you be?”
Hugo smiled, a hand tracing up Boaz’s back and into his dark hair. His other hand snaked around Boaz’s waist, adoring each time he got to simply touch him.”If a Nazi so much as even- looked at you- I’d tear them to shreds-” Hugo growled against Boaz’s lips each time he pulled away for air, connecting their lips just as fast as he would pull away.
Boaz closed his eyes, able to walk Hugo against the wall.”God, I love you too” he teased, words spilling like honey into Hugo’s mouth.
Hugo retaliated by flipping them so that it was Boaz’s back against the wall. He pulled away, moving his lips down to kiss along Boaz’s neck.”I’d never let them do to you whatever they could ever do to me” Hugo whispered in German, Boaz scooped into his arms.
Boaz held Hugo close by his lighter hair, head tilted up.”And whatever could they do, my love?” He inquired.
Hugo shook his head, breath hot against Boaz’s neck.”You wouldn’t want to know, babe. You’re my reason and my life, I wouldn’t even want to imagine them getting their grimy hands on your body.”
“Oh, but yours are just fine?”
Hugo forced back a chuckle, kissing across Boaz’s neck. He pulled away, gaze going soft as he cupped Boaz’s smooth cheeks.”I love you, Boaz.”
“I love you too, Hugo. If we ever go down, we’re taking the fucking Nazis down with us, yea?” Boaz asked.
A nervous young woman walks through the haunting gallery, each step echoing through the empty halls. She can hardly breathe as she can hear footsteps coming closer. A stranger walks from around the corner and in her surprise she jumps back.
"Oh uh- hello!" She says, her voice somewhat shaky.
