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Soft and Steel

This is a Hugo Stiglitz fic request for @thevioletwtch. Sorry it took so long! Hope you enjoy!

 He was tough. And rigid. Rough and stoic. 

She was gentle. And light. Sweet and kind. 

Everyday opposites, but somehow the stench and cries of war made them the same. 

She had been a nurse before the war. He had been a soldier, working in mechanics, keeping the engines of war machinery running smoothly. Not because he wanted to. But because he knew it had to be done. He was good at getting things done. Good at pushing his own feelings aside in order to get whatever needed doing done. Whether he liked it or not. 

They had fought together. Since the beginning. They had witnessed the most heinous things side by side. 

He never spoke. About the things he’d seen or been through. Not to the Basterds. Not to her. 

She had become a sort of motherly figure. Of course she was lusted after by the Basterds. But they had come to revere her as almost like a saint. A soothing feminine energy whom they could talk to, cry to, hug. Things they couldn’t get from each other. 

Hugo didn’t talk. He watched. Observing her everyday. 

He had a quiet affection for her which he swore he would never express. He couldn’t do that to her. Burden her with the weight of knowing a monster loved and wanted her for his own. 

He observed the way her eyes would soften as she immediately began taking care of the Basterds after a day of bashing Nazis’ skulls in. The way she would bring tea to the Basterd who was missing his mother terribly. How her sweetness never seemed to fade even after witnessing the same things that drove the Basterds to her for comfort. 

He had realised during his observations that she herself had no source of comfort. No one to go to when she was ravaged with the imagery of splattered Nazi brains. When she was missing her mother. When she needed a source of physicality. 

He realised that he had been even more cruel than he could have been  by confessing his love for her. He had left her alone in a world filled with rot and depravity. 

No. That wouldn’t do. He needed to show her the kindness that she gave to everyone else. He just needed to figure out how. 

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Weeks had passed. Hugo had spent every day hopelessly trying to find a way to connect with her. Every time he had tried, he had seemed to have scared her. He didn’t mean to. His lack of expression and cold, calculating demeaner was off putting. That was just how he was. 

When he would approach and sit next to her at the campfire at night while she was watching the stars, she would give him a curt smile and scurry off to bed. When he would bring her bandages after her being hurt during a fire fight, she would take them and bandage herself instead of allowing him to do it. 

He had accepted that she could only see him for his monstrous acts of war. And to him, that is all he was. He understood. 

He could not help but feel a bit of his soul die. How was he even allowed to be in her presence. 

For the next week he couldn’t hide his anger at himself, his shame, guilt and disgust. He was snappy with his brothers-in-arms. He would walk away from her when offered tea. He hid himself away at the edges of the camp, sharpening his blade and feeding his anger. 

He thought she would be relieved to be away from him. He expected her to be happy. 

Instead, when he glanced over to the fire, he could only see sadness in her bright eyes. She was staring at him with... pity? 

He forced himself to look away and focus on the only thing he knew needed him. His blade. 

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The camp fire had been reduced to glowing embers and the Basterds had nestled into their sleeping bags. This was the only time he allowed himself to be vulnerable. When noone else was watching. 

He let out a shaky breath and rolled his shoulders. He put his head in his hands which were resting on his knees. He ran his calloused hands through his hair and pulled, finally feeling the anger built up within him. 

His jaw clenched and he finally stood up so harshly that the chair he was sat on fell back behind him. He stared out over the cliff they were camped on and listened to the distant sounds of gun fire. 

And as he contemplated hurling himself off the edge, he felt the softest touch of tiny hands around his waist. 

‘‘Please don’t. Bitte.’’ the softest whisper. 

He turned slowly and was met with eyes filled with tears, glinting with moonlight. He was confused. 

‘‘Don’t look so confused, Hugo. Please don’t do anything silly.’’ 

‘‘Ja’’ was all he could muster. 

He raised an eyebrow in question. And she laughed bitterly. She looked down at the mossy ground with a worried face. 

‘‘If you leave, I’ll be lost. You make all of this easier...’’

He stared at her intently, confusion still probing him. 

She giggled this time, still sad but melancholy. 

‘‘For someone so intelligent and cunning, you are quite dim.’’ 

‘‘I am fond of you Hugo Stiglitz. Very fond of you.’’ 

She stared up at him through long eyelashes with the sweetest smile he’d ever had the privilege of seeing. 

‘‘But... I scare you... no?’’ 

Another laugh. This time full of humour. 

‘‘Yes. But not the way you think.’’

‘‘I... do not understand...’’

‘‘You make me nervous. I always believed that you hated me. You never talked to me. Never came to me for help. Always bandaged yourself up. You’re the only Basterd who hasn’t come to off load his worries... You’re tougher than steel. And I admire you for that. I have admired you since you first nodded at me in the woods when we met. The longer we were around each other, the more i grew fond of you, but the less I could face you. You read people. See into their soulds. And I was afraid you would see into mine and realise. I stayed away. And now I wish I had done no such thing. Maybe then you wouldn’t be trying to throw yourself off of a cliff.’’ 

Her face fell sad once again. 

His heart was pieced back together. 

He couldn’t believe the words that had fallen from this angel’s lips. And he had been so stupid! She blamed herself for his stupidity. 

He stood there processing what she had confessed. She believed he was insulted, so apologised quickly and turned to scurry away. He was braver then in that moment than he had ever been in his entire life. 

Hugo grabbed her wrist as gently as he could and pulled her to him. 

He stared deeply into her eyes, then around her face as if to take in every fine detail. He cupped her silken cheek with his rough hand, and finally... 

He kissed her.

Delicately. Tenderly. With everything that he was not. 

She kissed back. 

Passionately. Vigorously. With everything that she was not. 

And in that moment, the things which they were did not set them apart. They brought them together. Infinitely closer. 

Two halves of one whole. 

Soft and Steel. 

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Request!!

Hey there!

I am dedicating this blog solely to writing fanfiction.

I seem to struggle with writers block and would really appreciate requests from you guys! I will list the people I most enjoy writing for but feel free to request anyone, I may not be able to write it for you if I don’t know the person requested or feel I wouldn’t do a good job portraying what you want. But I shall try my very best!

CHARACTERS:

INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS:

- Sgt. Donny Donowitz

- Lt. Aldo Raine

- Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz

- Hans Landa

- Shosanna Dreyfus

- Frederick Zoller

- Bridget Von Hammersmark

- Lt. Archie Hicox

- Major Dieter Hellstrom

- PFC Utivich

- PFC Hirschberg

- Cpl. Willhelm Wicki

- Perrier LaPadite

- PFC Omar Ulmer

STAND BY ME:

- Gordie Lachance

- Chris Chambers

- Vern Tessio

- Teddy Duchamp

- Richard “Eyeball” Chambers

- Ace Merrill

- Denny Lachance

- Billy Tessio

- Charlie Hogan

MISS PEREGRINE’S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN:

- Enoch O’ Connor

- Miss Alma Peregrine

- Jacob Portman

- Emma Bloom

- Abraham Portman

- Olive Abroholos Elephanta

THE MAZE RUNNER:

- Gally

- Newt

- Thomas

- Minho

- Teresa

- Frypan

- Alby

- Ben

- Zart

- Brenda

- Aris

- Janson

- Jorge

- Vince

- Lawrence

TWILIGHT:

- Bella Swan

- Edward Cullen

- Jasper Hale/Cullen

- Emmett Cullen

- Rosalie Hale/Cullen

- Alice Cullen

- Dr. Carlisle Cullen

- Esme Cullen

- Victoria

- James

- Laurent

- Jacob Black

- Seth Clearwater

- Leah Clearwater

- Sam Uley

- Charlie Swan

- Paul

- Emily

- Jared

SONS OF ANARCHY:

- Jackson “Jax” Teller

- Tara Knowles

- Gemma Teller

- Nero Padilla

- Clay Morrow

- Harry “Opie” Winston

- Lyla Winston

- Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz

- Filip “Chibs” Telford

- Kerianne Telford

- Bobby “Fat Elvis” Munson

- Alexander “Tig” Trager

- Happy Lowman

- Wendy Case

- George “Ratboy” Skogstrom

- Herman Kozik

- Rane Quinn

- Otto Delaney

- Keith McGee

- Cherry

- Luann Delaney

DIVERGENT:

- Eric Coulter

- Tobias “Four” Eaton

- Peter

- Will

YOU:

- Joe Goldberg

- Karen Minty

THE SOCIETY:

- Gareth “Grizz” Visser

- Allie Pressman

- Cassandra Pressman

- Campbell Eliot

- Sam Eliot

- Kelly Aldrich

- Elle Tomkins

- Will LeClair

- Bean

- Helena

- Harry Bingham

- Gordie

- Luke

RIVERDALE:

- Sweet Pea

- Jughead Jones

- Archie Andrews

- Cheryl Blossom

- Toni Topaz

- Kevin Keller

- F. P. Jones

SHERLOCK:

- Sherlock Holmes

- Moriarty

- John H. Watson

- Mycroft Holmes

- Inspector Lestrade

- Molly Hooper

- Mary Morstan

SUPERNATURAL:

- Dean Winchester

- Sam Winchester

- Castiel

- Crowley

- Lucifer

- Charlie

- Bobby Singer

- Gabriel

- John Winchester

- Mary Winchester

- Jo Harvelle

- Meg Masters

- Arthur Ketch

- Bela Talbot

- Kevin Tran

- Jody Mills

- Adam Milligan

- Chuck Shurley

I am more than happy to attempt any character on this list or not. PLEASE SEND REQUESTS! :) I am also happy to do cross-overs and ships, as well as writing two characters together. Every type of request is welcome, be it, polyamorous, gay, lesbian, smut, fluff, kink, mental illness or any other subject that may be difficult to ask for, all is welcome here and I will do my very best with the knowledge I have!

I look forward to writing your stories! Request away!

Mulvs :)