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On the Down Low
By Bitmeddler
Gift fic for @foxglovecove
Fandom/Pairing: Pacific Rim / Newmann (Newt Geiszler x Hermann Gottlieb)
Story Summary: Ever since Operation Pitfall, the K-Sci boys are acting weird (well, weirder than usual) and Tendo Choi has made it his personal quest to find out exactly what’s going on between them.
Tags: POV Tendo Choi (and Alison’s there too!), Newt & Tendo BFFs, Getting Together, Wait or is it…, Secret Relationship, Mystery, (Not really Tendo’s just trying to figure out what the deal is with the K-Sci boys), Black Velvet Rabbits, BVR, Caught kissing, Post-canon, Fluff, Humor, Happy Ending
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Lycanthropic Erotic
Fic by Bitmeddler
Featuring art by @foxglovecove
Fandom/Pairing: Pacific Rim / Newmann (Newt Geiszler x Hermann Gottlieb)
Genre: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, set during canon.
Story Summary:
“You’re serious?” Newt said. I-I mean… you’d be cool with that? With seeing me fully wolfed out…?”
“Well, I believe I saw it already in the hallway last month,” Hermann pointed out.
Newt made a noise between a snort and a chuckle and shook his head. “No, dude. Not even close. You saw, uh, let’s call it a sneak-peek… A teaser! A preview! I was just starting to change and I could still, like, form coherent thoughts. When I go full wolfman, I totally lose my ability to talk or reason. I go, like, completely feral. And what you saw wasn’t my, uh… full size yet.”
“Oh,” Hermann choked slightly on the syllable. “Indeed,” he added awkwardly, feeling an uncomfortable flush begin to creep up the back of his neck. “How, er… well, ah… large do you get?”
Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, AU within Canon Universe, New Relationship, Werewolf Turning, Transformation, Jealous!Hermann, Werewolf!Newt, Human!Hermann, To be totally transparent here: Monster!fucker Hermann, Monster!Newt, Bottom!Hermann, Werewolf Sex, Size Difference, Size Change, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Blow Jobs, Cages, Cage Sex, I can’t believe fear boner isn’t a tag on here NGL I’m a bit disappointed, Fear Boner, Somehow Also Fluff, Sexy Times, Sexy Firsts
Happy New(t) Year, my lovelies! Every New Year’s Day, I like to take stock of all the words I threw at our favourite gay scientists this year. All of the fics below are Pacific Rim Newt/Hermann (Newmann) stories and I owe my first foray into writing fanfic to these two dorks, and never tire of putting them into SITUATIONS. Now without further ado…
Writing round-up:
Hermann Gottlieb: Consulting Detective
Rated M (43,750 words total; 11,041 in 2025).
A novel-length Victorian Detective AU where Newt and Hermann solve mysteries, Sherlock Holmes style with plenty of action, adventure and a Victorian-paced sloooooow burn. This was my first attempt at writing a mystery, and wow did I learn how much extra planning that takes! Features gorgeous illustrations by the incredibly talented @foxglovecove! I began posting in June 2024, but the final three chapters went up in 2025, so it earns its place in this year’s round-up.
Lycanthropic Myopic
Rated T (2,027 words).
An art/fic collaboration with @foxglovecove for the Newmann Halloween Zine: Weird K-Science! A light-hearted story in which Hermann notices Newt disappearing for three days every month and jumps to some… creative conclusions. (TL;DR: Newt’s a werewolf.) Featuring pining, mistaken assumptions, and a healthy dose of jealous!Hermann.
Lycanthropic Erotic
Rated E (the most E-rated thing I’ve ever written LIKE WHOA) (5,635 words).
A sequel to Lycanthropic Myopic, in which Hermann makes some questionable choices with sexy consequences (spoiler alert: here be werewolf sex.) Includes the most adorable illustration by @foxglovecove as an epilogue that I think about a Very Normal Amount.
Quotient
Rated T (1,199 words).
A short Newt POV fic written as a Tumblr prompt fill for an ask I received. After Operation Pitfall, Newt gets sent to med bay, and Hermann goes to check on him. Love confessions ensue. The wild thing is that this is the only non-AU fic I published this year…
Present Company
Rated E (5,148 words).
Apparently I can’t stop writing Newmann Victorian AUs, because here’s another, this time riffing on Charles Dickens' Christmas Carol. Hermann as Scrooge, Newt as the Ghost of Christmas Present… it sounds silly, but it turned out surprisingly fluffy. Oh, and it’s E-rated (spoiler alert: here be ghost sex). @foxglovecove made a gorgeous art of this one which captures the vibe so perfectly! This fic also happened to be my 20th published work on Ao3! The majority are short stories, but two (HG:CD and Compositions) are novel-length!
Word Counts
Grand Total words published 2020–2025: 258,897 (A quarter million words about gay science!!!)
Total words published in 2025: 25,049
Total words written in 2025: …significantly more, thanks to the works-in-progress below.
A Look Ahead to 2026:
No doubt I’ll write other random stuff too, but here’s what’s for sure on the radar:
I’ll be posting two gift fics in January, so stay tuned for those.
Hermann Gottlieb Consulting Detective Book Two! I promise the boys will finally get together.
An epic Selkie AU. Fantasy! Adventure! Romance! Novel! I’m really excited for this one...
And with that... to anyone who has read, commented, left kudos, liked, reblogged, or interacted in any way: thank you so, so much. Knowing that something I wrote might have brought someone a bit of joy in the crazy world is just the best feeling. This is a wonderful fandom, the absolute best ship, and I can’t wait to write even more in 2026. By Jove, we’re going to own this year for sure!!!
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PuNk RoCk BoY
Fic by Bitmeddler
My gift for @lala-the-rebel for the 2025 Newmann Winter Gift Exchange! I hope you like it~
Fandom/Pairing: Pacific Rim / Newmann (Newt Geiszler x Hermann Gottlieb)
Summary: Newt’s band, the Black Velvet Rabbits, get back together for a post-apocalypse reunion gig. Hermann wants nothing more than to go and support his partner, but starts to stress about having nothing to wear to a punk show. Newt is more than happy to jump in and remedy the situation!
Tags: Black Velvet Rabbits, BVR, Rockstars, Music, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Outfit Swap, Punk make-over, Fluff, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Banter, Oh so much sassy banter…, Bickering, Kissing, Happy Ending, Accidental Marriage Proposal, Flirting, POV Alternating, POV Hermann Gottlieb, POV Newton Geiszler
Contribution to the Newmann Hallozine: Weird K-Science
Story and art now on Ao3!
Fandom/Pairing: Pacific Rim / Newmann (Newt Geiszler x Hermann Gottlieb)
Story Summary: When Newt keeps taking unexplained monthly work trips despite extensive PPDC budget cuts, Hermann begins to investigate. But things are not as they appear and he uncovers a shocking truth about his colleague beyond his wildest imaginings.
Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, AU within Canon Universe, Werewolf Turning, Transformation, Jealousy, Pining, Misunderstandings, Bit of mystery, Bit of spooky, Humor, Fluff, Pre-Relationship, Pre-Slash, Visual fic, Illustrated fic, Fic/art collab
This is very specific, but could you write a newmann one-shot that takes place just after operation pitfall and newt has to spend the night in the medbay just to make sure that he's ok after the kaiju drift, so hermann goes to spend some time with him?
Hi lovely anon! What a treat to get this prompt! I have to be totally honest here, I've never really done a prompt fill before, except for holiday exchanges. I've tweaked a few elements, but hope I've done your ask justice and that you enjoy it.
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You know those moments in life that completely alter your entire existence? One of those things that when it happens, it creates a clear ‘before’ and ‘after?’ Those ‘nothing will ever be the same after this’ moments?
Yeah. This was one of those.
You'd think after everything, after six postdocs at MIT, after giant alien monsters busted out of an extra-dimensional hole in the ocean, after studying said aliens and pioneering (and yeah, some would say perfecting) the totally new and very, very punk rock field of xenobiology— you'd think one of those things would've been that profoundly life-changing moment for me.
Or hell, even something in the 24 hours before it happened. Like closing the breach. Cancelling the apocalypse. Nearly getting either a) shot by gangsters b) crushed to death in a bunker, c) killed by a mob in aforementioned bunker, or d) eaten by a kaiju.
Or even something more personal. You know, like drifting with my long time lab partner sort of frenemy turned begrudging colleague. Seeing the raw, unaltered data of every single one of his memories and letting him see mine.
I mean, you might even figure it would’ve been something after all that. Like our first kiss which led to, uh… a lot of other firsts. Or the morning-after cuddles the next day. Or our first anniversary. Moving in together. Our wedding! Honeymoon! First pet! I could go on…
You'd really think it'd be one of those moments.
But it wasn't.
This is what went down: one second, we were all in LOCCENT as the war clock stopped. Raleigh and Mako— those crazy kids— actually pulled it off and saved the world. Well, with a little help from their friendly neighborhood K-Scientists who totally Bletchley Park-ed the hell outta the hivemind code. Anyway, I’ll never forget the cheer that went up. I remember looking out over the swarm of people, then suddenly he was there, inching closer to me with the dorkiest little smile on his face. So I threw my arm around him for a proper bro hug.
The music started up not long after that and people were dancing, crying, kissing, laughing, drinking, yelling… just, you know, living. Finally, for the first time in over a decade, living like there might actually be a tomorrow.
Then the heroes of the hour showed up after getting picked up from their floaty, escape pod thingies by about twenty helicopters. They started weaving through the crowd to make their way over to the control deck and I was about to give them both the first bump of the century…
And the next thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital bed.
I sat bolt upright. Which was a mistake. My head felt like a literal hive of angry bees. Every muscle in my body was screaming at me. I couldn’t find my damn glasses. I felt like shit. I probably looked like shit too, I could feel the dirt, dried blood and god-knows-what-other-gunk crusted into my skin and hair.
“You passed out,” a voice said next to me and I jumped so far out of my bed I nearly wound up on the floor.
“Jesus fucking christ, dude,” I said, clutching a hand to my chest, feeling my heart going like a jackhammer. “You scared the hell outta me.”
Hermann was sitting by my bedside in a scuffed-up plastic chair that warped a bit every time he shifted position. He was wearing the same sweater as before, so I was guessing (hoping) not too much time had passed. He kinda looked like crap too, honestly, but definitely nowhere near as bad as me.
He arched an unimpressed eyebrow— maybe at my general state or maybe my “cussing,” as he puts it. Probably both if I had to guess. He blatantly ignored my reaction and answered a question I hadn’t actually asked. “You’re in the med bay.”
“Yeah, man, I’d worked that much out already,” I said, maybe a little harsher than I meant to. The other eyebrow went up. Oops.
“Uh…” I tried to course-correct. “I mean, like, thanks, uh… for, um. Bringing me here? I guess? I don’t actually remember.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, I can't take credit for that. Ranger Becket scooped you up in his arms and carried you here.”
“Wow… not sure whether to giggle and blush or, like… die of humiliation,” I said, as Hermann very exaggeratedly rolled his eyes at me. “Soooooo… how long have I been out?”
“About three days.”
“Three days?!?!?!” I yelled, my voice pitching up in that screechy way it does sometimes.
Hermann winced slightly, then nodded. “They’ve been running tests while you slept. Your stats are surprisingly good, all things considered. Although I'm sure they will want to keep you under observation for a while yet. Come to think of it, I should let the doctor know you’re awake...”
“Wait, wait, wait,” I said. “What about you? You’re, uh, you’re still wearing the same clothes you were when we, um…” I could feel my cheeks heating up. “When we, you know… drifted. Did they run tests on you too?”
“Indeed,” he said dryly. “But I had the advantage of not passing out in LOCCENT. They discharged me within the day.”
Meaning that he hadn’t gone back to his room since they let him go. Meaning also that he’d stayed here by my sorry-ass comatose self for two fricking days.
We were both silent then. Over the whir of the aircon and the beeping of the medical doo-hickeys I was hooked up to, off in the distance, I could hear the echoing thump-thump-thump of bass and an occasional cacophony of woooooos. The ‘Dome practically vibrated with it.
“You've been missing the party of the century, dude,” I said.
He shook his head and his lip twitched up in that funny little way it does sometimes. The way that makes me forget every damn time that breathing is an important thing that I should definitely keep doing.
Then he said, “I am right where I need to be,” as if his words in that moment didn't just squeeze every last bit of oxygen out of my lungs.
What happened next was… I mean, honestly? I was tired. I was so fucking exhausted and it had been a day. It had been a week. A year. A decade. Christ.
I couldn't help it. It just bubbled up. I'm almost 100% sure it started as a laugh. That was the intent anyway. I felt myself shaking and the sound… yeah, it definitely started as a laugh. But then the next thing I knew, the shaking kept up and then tears started coming and they just wouldn't stop.
And then… the thing that happened next was the big moment. The one that changed absolutely everything.
He hesitated for just a brief second. And then he just… he took my hand. Just took it and held it in his. Didn't make eye contact either. But he spoke. He didn't look at me, but he said:
