consider this: drunk Fond hermann vs embarrassed smitten newt somewhere semi-formal
so I actually used this to address an issue that I had wanted to in opening is just the start and never did but I figured if...anyone wouldn’t mind it might be you??? anyway this is the first and probably only additional thing written in that ‘verse
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Newt doesn’t drink anymore and Hermann doesn’t drink often. When they’d first begun their relationship, tentative and sweet, Newt would have a glass of wine with dinner or something small, but he prefers it this way. He liked the control of knowing he never to worry about drinking too much if he never drank.
Of course, it wasn’t drinking too much that was the problem. It was drinking to forget or to not hurt and Newt still carried hurt in him, even despite his happiness with the man he loved, he still carried over a decade of hurt in him. He was working on that and would continue to work on that.
Hermann, though, was free to drink. He didn’t keep alcohol of any sort in their rooms, and rarely had more than one drink and never drank when it was just the two of them. Tonight, though, he’s rather tipsy. It’s not entirely his fault, as they’re at an event and, of all the damn people, Tendo Choi made an appearance. Tendo is a charmer, no doubt, and has a habit of buying Hermann shots. It’s a particular old habit and one that Newt finds very amusing.
Newt likes the way there’s a rosy tint to his cheeks as he waves at him across the room, and he likes even more that he’s shed his jacket and tie and rolled up his sleeves. Newt had forgone the jacket in the first place, but his waistcoat has come undone in the course of the evening. He doubts he’ll ever fully feel comfortable at these events, PPDC fundraisers meant to do God knows what beyond raise money from wealthy donors who want to turn the PPDC in their favor.
He’s been waylaid by a young man who’s curious about his research (it’s become highly taboo to mention that decade of Newt’s life, but so many people will pry to try to discover information) but his eyes don’t truly leave Hermann where he’s still seated next to Tendo.
“Newton!” Hermann calls across the room and all eyes abruptly turn to Hermann, then over to Newt. “Come here, please.”
That’s probably the sign to collect him and take him home, Newt thinks, blushing. It’s not like him to get embarrassed, but he does hate the attention. Hermann knows this and maybe he will have to have a talk to him about alcohol consumption in the morning, after all. (Their first talk was met with understanding but Newt knows Hermann also felt guilty for not reading the signs, for not knowing how he’d mistreated drink for so long.)
When the many eyes of the room have looked away, Newt moves forward, making his way towards where Hermann sits. Hermann immediately wraps an arm around his waist, leaning his head against him.
“Did you want me here just to touch me?” Newt asks, and drops a kiss to the top of Hermann’s head. He thinks he possibly loves this man more every single time that he sees him.
“I was just talking about the wedding with Tendo,” Hermann says, and he hiccups. “He says he, uh- what was it you said?”
“I said that Alison and I eloped first, got the official romantic stuff out of the way before I worried about the big ceremony. But we kept it a big secret,” Tendo supplies. “I apologize for this, by the way. I didn’t realize he had an even lower tolerance than before.”
Tendo looks a bit sheepish, likely at the fact that he’s returning a drunk fiance to Newt, who is technically a recovering alcoholic. (Okay, this is not a technicality.)
“No, I’m sorry, New’on. I should have never left your side to come sit by this blasted man,” Hermann supplies. “Jus’ wanted to give you some space. But I do think eloping is a good idea. Can we elope tonight?”
Newt squeezes Hermann’s shoulder gently. “We already ran away together, that’s basically the same as eloping. It would ruin the novelty of it.”
Hermann looks up at him for a few moments like he’s processing, retracing the memories that have brought them here. “You’re right. We ran away together and then we were in love.”
“So let’s go forward with the wedding you’ve been meticulously planning for the last half year, hmm?” Newt reaches down to straight out the collar of Hermann’s shirt. He’s an adorable mess and Newt loves him best from this angle, especially because he’s certain he spies a few grey hairs peeking out of Hermann’s scalp.
“Right. Of course. Correct as always, Newton.”
Tendo’s brows shoot up at that statement. “You might want to get him home if he’s saying that you’re correct.”
The smile Newt gives Tendo at that is a bit too lopsided, but he helps Hermann out of his seat, looping his arm around his waist.
“Good night, Tendo. Next time you’re in town, we’ll go get dinner or something,” Newt says.
“Next time I’m in town is for the wedding, but I’ll let you know.”
They walk out together, Newt trying to ignore anyone who looks at them. It’s not that he minds, but he knows Hermann’s going to feel bad about this in the morning and he knows that people will talk. He doesn’t need any more talk about him. About them.
Thankfully they get a cab easily and Hermann’s gone quiet, holding his hand in the backseat.
“I’m sorry about the-” Hermann hiccups. “The tequila.”
“I’m sorry for what the tequila’s done to you too, Hermann. But it’ll be better in the morning.”
“There will be no drinks at the wedding.”
“No drinks at the wedding, of course. We’ve got a bit until we’re back home, why don’t you rest, baby?”
“I’m not that drunk, Newton.” Hermann levels a glare at him and Newt chuckles.
“Alright. Rest, babe.”
Hermann shifts slightly, resting his head on Newt’s shoulder. It’s going to be a pain to wake him when they arrive home but for now it’s peaceful and Newt can watch the lights of the city as they go by. Everything is good and he’s as desperately in love as he’s always been.
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i heard it’s tgif... what if newt was the math guy? everything is the same but hermann is efficiently cutting up guts while newt hollers at the top of a ladder. would that be fucked up or what
Newt as math guy is like every awful but not really awful math teacher I had in high school like he's wearing ties with numbers on them and cross contaminating Hermann's samples with his chalk dust.You know that fucker spends his free time doing Sudoku and he's fallen off the ladder no less than three times in the past week.The equation themed tattoos would be DOPE though.
Author’s Name: pendragoff/freezerjerky
Title: routine
Rating: G
Word Count: 1422
Character/Pairings: Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb
Tags/Warnings: shaving, gnc hermann gottlieb, trans newton geiszler
Summary:
“Oh shut up, Newton.” Hermann rolls his eyes and grimaces when he nicks the delicate skin around his ankle. He knows he’s better at this than he once was, a teenager experimenting under his sister’s watchful eyes. Even at this age, he’s still prone to small nicks along his face or legs, his hands never as steady as he wants them to be. Newt, though, has nearly infallibly steady hands. Hermann watched him, just five minutes prior, shave away the sleepy scruff on his cheeks.
I like that you phrase it as my “Hermann/Newt thing” as though it’s not my only thing. I’m a one trick pony and I thank my non-PR friends for humoring me
The words haunt him these days.
“Don’t trust me,” Newt had uttered into the dark of his room.
Hermann turned to face him, confused by the abrupt outburst. They were both trying to sleep after a very long day of packing boxes. There was no formal arrangement between them, Hermann knows, but he was confident that once Newt was settled into his new job at Shao industries, he’d ask Hermann to follow him.
Until then, he was determined to stay exactly where he was.
“What did you say, sweetest?” Hermann asked. He’d heard the words but they seem out of place.
“Hmm? I didn’t say anything,” Newt answered, looking over at him.
“I was certain you had.” Hermann turned back, laying on his back. “Oh, well. Tomorrow is a very busy day, so we should try to sleep.”
“I was trying to sleep, until you insisted on talking to me.” Newt rolled over onto his side. He hadn’t been particularly distant, that’s not exactly how Hermann would describe it, but the past several weeks had left him a bit brusque. Hermann assumed it was stress over the move, out of the cramped room he’d lived in for over five years. Starting a job, as Newt had slipped and called it once a “real” job, as though their work for the PPDC all these years meant nothing.
“I love you,” he said and waited for an answer. There wasn’t one, but he could bring himself to hope that Newt had fallen asleep already.
The three words flashed through his head again, and in the back of his mind for years to come. It takes a decade to realize they’re a cry for help more than a warning.
Hi Lindsey!!!! For the prompts thing either 5 “this is the opposite of what i told you to do.” or 27 “why the hell is there glitter everywhere?” whichever you would prefer in the fluff/general section. Thank you!!!! <3
First of all, I did them both. Second of all- I know exactly where your mind went when you said glitter and it’s where my mind went too so enjoy some sugar baby hermann aka the best au (once again for the majority of humans who do not know this is an au where newt is very rich, they are both in love, and hermann wears pretty things that’s really all it is it’s great bye)
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“Why the hell is there glitter everywhere?” Newt calls from the bathroom. He’s just come home from work for the day and hadn’t even bothered to say hello which Hermann, frankly, finds rather rude. But this is Newt, and it’s a forgivable crime at the end of the day.
“I was...experimenting,” Hermann calls back from his study, where he’s been lounging.
“With glitter?” Newt asks, his voice something between skeptical and curious. He stops in the doorway of Hermann’s room, admiring him for a few moments. He’s dressed oddly but charmingly, in one of his very nice robes and a pair of Newt’s boxers.
“Body glitter,” Hermann responds, not looking up from where he’s reading. His glasses are low on his nose and he’s aware of how ridiculous he must look. “The first container exploded in the bathroom, the second is sitting on my vanity. I thought you could help me apply it.”
“You want me to put body glitter on you.”
“Yes, is that a problem?”
“No, I just don’t know where this came from.”
Newt moves forward and helps Hermann to his feet, giving him a very appreciative look as he stands. There’s glitter stuck to his ankles and feet that Newt’s not sure he knows about, but he finds it too charming to tell him this.
“Just a new look to try out, I suppose,” Hermann answers bashfully, he reaches for his cane before moving to his small vanity. Newt’s been very supportive in everything to do with his explorations and experiments in beauty and style, and Hermann doesn’t pretend that many of these ideas weren’t started for Newt’s benefit. Everything he’s given, though, has been done freely and eagerly and will continue to be so for the indefinite future. He seats himself at the vanity before he realizes the glasses are still on. Carefully he plucks those off of his face.
“What do you want me to do, babe?”
“This one’s a stick, so I want you to roll it over my body. Please do not get anything in the general vicinity of- oh, you know.”
“The best parts, I got it,” Newt jokes, picking up the product. “Gotta get that robe off, sugar.”
Hermann rolls his eyes at Newt as he shrugs the robe off of his shoulders, letting it pool on the ground. Newt generously glides the stick across Hermann’s skin, humming some song Hermann doesn’t know to himself as he does. He starts with his chest, then down to his stomach. Hermann has to fight the urge to laugh, and Newt definitely notices the reaction.
“You can’t hide being ticklish from me,” Newt remarks, spreading some of the glitter on his hands to rub it more directly along Hermann’s neck, up to his jaw and his face. It’s really just become an experience in touching and neither of them can say they mind.
When he’s content with his work, Newt moves behind Hermann to look at him in the mirror, leaning in to press a kiss to the side of his neck. They both laugh when Newt makes a face at realizing the glitter is now on his mouth. Hermann stands yet again, this time so they can kiss properly, wrapped in each other’s arms. Newt wastes no opportunity to slide his hand down the back of Hermann’s boxers, cupping his ass.
“Darling, you have glitter on your hand,” Hermann mutters against his mouth. “This is the opposite of what I told you to do.”
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Author’s Name: pendragoff/freezerjerky
Title: you’re riding with me tonight
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 18425
Character/Pairings: Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb
Tags/Warnings: pre-canon, AU, lyft driver AU, alternate profession, mild drug use (weed)
Summary:
Newt has been driving for Lyft for a grand total of thirty six hours and thirty five minutes when he first sees the man he’s certain he’s going to marry.
Note: The concept is pretty obvious, hopefully! This is a pre-canon AU where Newt drives a Lyft around Boston in his free time. Enjoy.
