Aaaand here is my pacrimsecretsanta piece for marshtwain!!! It's a huge coincidence that we started to talk, and now, would you look at that, I was your secret santa all along, hahaha!! ;D
The information you gave mentioned a couple of things such as "cigarrette rationing", which instantly gave me an idea for an AU where Newt and Hermann meet online (almost like the beginning of Out Of Many Scattered Things) but don't become part of the Jaeger program. They come together in real life and crack the code of the intervals at which Kaijus come out of the Breach, but it's too late, and the Category 5 Kaiju throws the world to shit. They stay in the apartment they rented together, filled with guilt over knowing they could have helped prevent the end of the world. Being a simple matter of time until they die, they dress in their most comfortable clothes, and both come back to the habit they didn't know the other once had:
Hermann leaned over Newton's cigarrette to light his own, surprising the biologist.
"Didn't know you smoked".
"I did not know you did either".
They both blow smoke on each other faces, softly. Hermann blows it quickly, off his nose; Newton does it slowly, through his mouth. It's the end, and they're tired. They're awfully close, in mind too, closer in mind and emotion, closer than in any other moment of discovery they shared during their long, long journey. They both know how and when and why it all happened, but it’s worthless to know it, now. The only thing they can do is wait.
"At least I'm glad I'm here with you, Herms." Pause. "I don't think I would've made it this far with anyone else."
Another pause; "I would say the same. You endured quite a bit of my uptightness, and for that, I thank you… dear."
Their eyes flicker in the soft light of the cigarette bums. They bring their faces closer. Hermann takes his cigarette out of his lips, and places his dry lips on Newt’s cheek. They shift their bodies closer, and Newton takes off his own cigarette and returns the kiss, placing it by Hermann’s lips. They breathe heavily and smell of smoke, but Hermann coops his hands around Newt’s chin, caressing the goatee.
“I have loved you… for quite a while.”
“And I’ll love you until our last breath, knuckle head. Until our last breath, ya hear?”
“Won’t take long... given we are killing the rest of it.”
“Hey, I’m the one that knows the effects of this in the body, alright? I give you the data, you calculate how long it will take.”
They smile, and finish their cigarettes, fingers tied.
AAand that's it for attempted fanfiction. I really hope you enjoy your gift, pal!! :))
EDIT: REALIZED I FORGOT TO DRAW HIS TATOOS WOOPS
