#trans!hermann

[milomelos]

Blink blink.

@newmannenby Remember about trans Herms wearing a binder?

There ya go. Sleepily blinking trans Herms.

I actually wanted to do this for ur B-Day or something but then I was like ''yeah no I'll have forgotten until then XD'' so here it is !

[skull-bearer]

Can we see more of trans hermann and trans newt just being happy together?

“Morning,” Newt leans in to kiss him,

Hermann bats him away, “Shave first,”

Newt presses his cheek against Hermann’s, Hermann yelps and pulls away, rubbing his raw skin. “Go away!”

newt laughs, “You’re just jealous.”

“Of course, I could not possibly be annoyed at being- assaulted, at nine in the morning.” All the same, he cannot help but rub his fingers over the smooth skin of his face. Even after taking T for fifteen years, he only needs to shave once a week, if that.

Newt, that bastard, starts to get stubble after twelve hours. He grins at Hermann, smug behind his bristles. “You love it.”

“Go and shave,” Hermann sighs, sliding his legs out.

“Wanna join me in the shower?” Newt sidles into the bathroom.

“I’ll let you finishing your ablations first,” Hermann stretches, feels the skin pull tight against the scar tissue on his chest. It feels good. No more binding, no more loose clothes. He could go to the swimming pool or the beach-

“Don’t want beard burn on your cock?”

“Ass,” Hermann yawns. He waits a few minutes, until the steam comes billowing out from the shower, before getting up and stripping off his underwear, and joining him.

Newt has soaped up his face, has shaved around his throat and neck, and is struggling around his mouth in the steamed up mirror.

“Let me.” Hermann sighs, and slides into the hot shower. He takes the razor from Newt.”

“You just want an excuse to shave.”

“I’m sick of being scratched because you cannot be bothered.” Hermann takes the razor, and works quickly around his face, clearing up a few lost patches of stubble and rounding his chin.

“I’m not complaining.” Newt smiles, Hermann pulls his face flat to iron out the dimples.

“Be silent.”

There, Newt’s face is pink and smooth, Hermann strokes his cheek, and then bends down for a sweet, soap-scented kiss.

[skull-bearer]

Something with Trans!Hermann/Cis!Newt?

Hermann deletes the emails unread, but even the subject lines jump out at him- 

glad you are finally putting this idiocy behind you

past time for you to grow up

a good man to knock some sense into you

Hermann deletes them all, slams the laptop down, and hunches on the bed; his hands flex, clench unclench with the urge to punch something;

Newt is already in the lab when he comes in, “Hey babe;”

Newt has a thousand names for him, babe, gorgeous, sweetie and when he’d first thrown one out Hermann had flinched- had he guessed?

But nothing else changed; oh, Newt held his hand when they walked, they had their little, crushed dates snatched between emergencies; the fragments of a relationships they could manage under the war;

And the pet names- well, Hermann had never been called them before, and after the fear had died, they were- almost welcome, little reminders that he has someone;

Someone he loves;

Newt glances up; “You okay?”

Hermann shakes his head before he’s even aware of it; Newt gets up, peels his gloves off, “Herms-”

Hermann closes the distance, rests his head on Newt’s shoulder, gets a hug; “My father-”

“Oh hell;” Newt hugs him tighter, “You can reroute it through my laptop if you want- I don’t care;”

Hermann tenses; no; “I’d rather you didn’t see;”

“Homophobic jackass, yeah-”

Among other things, “Yes;”

“Fuck him;” Newt lifts his head, and kisses him, soft and sweet;

Hermann kisses him back, Newt cradles his head, and smiles;

He’s lucky, he’s so very, very lucky; Newt understands about him- is like him in one way, if not another;

He doesn’t need to know; even if they end up sleeping together- all Hermann needs to do is pack and wear at least a pair of briefs; his surgery has healed well across his chest, the scars hidden in the fine hairs there;

Hermann closes his eyes in Newt’s arms; he can be himself, with Newt; he can be himself forever and ever.

[skull-bearer]

Anything with either (or both) Newt or Hermann as trans?

Hermann is waiting in the ;lobby when Newt comes out; he starts up, and Newt tries to smile; but he’s coming off the painkillers and- fuck it hurts;

But it’s a good pain, it’s right; and when Hermann tentatively comes in to hug him, Newt leans in against him and feels it- the two of them- fitting together as they should, as it should always have been;

Hermann kisses him, “How are you feeling?”

Newt smiles, “Great; it feels awesome, dude;”

Hermann nods, takes his hand; smiles; it’s been more then ten years since he had his surgery done, but the war came before Newt could get his, and it’s taken this long to scrape together the funds and the time;

“This is so great;” Newt lets Hermann guide him out of the hospital, his head is swimming from a mixture of the pain and the fading anesthetics; “I mean- I can go swimming dude, we can get matching trunks and use the pool, like- go science swimming team;”

Hermann squeezes him, “Of course, sweetheart;”

“And we can turn up the heat and take our shirts off in the lab;” Newt continues, “And- I can finally get the chest piece I wanted;”

Hermann sighs; “Give your stitches time to heal;” the hand on Newt’s shoulder skates down a little, brushing over his chest; “I’d like to get used to your body before you start changing it;”

“Nah, it’s going to be awesome;” Newt sighs; the taxi is waiting for them; Hermann helps him it; “I’ve got this great design-”

Hermann nudges him, “Later, my dear;” he nods at the driver;

“Oh, okay;” Newt huffs, and slumps against Hermann’s shoulder, is pulled into a hug, his head resting on his chest.

He hadn’t been able to do this, the first time they’d met; awkward and nervous and seeing each other’s tells almost at once and how they’d laughed in relief- to see they were the same, and there was nothing to hide;

Then Hermann had his surgery and those tight lines in his face has softened a little, the rigidity is his shoulders slackened, and he’d let Newt hug him properly for the first time and it had been so good;

And now- it’s going to be so much better.