#vampire!hermann

[bitmeddler]

What if the reason Newt and Hermann’s first meeting after years of letters went so badly is that it was instantly obvious being in the same space that Hermann was a vampire and Newt was a werewolf. It was partially the age-old vampy-wolfy rivalry, but mostly they were both annoyed with themselves for not figuring out that detail about the other during their pen pal phase.

[foxglovecove]

Happy Secret Santa 2024 @yujowheelies ! Here’s some modern gothic vampire!Hermann and paranormal investigator Newt for you. Hope you enjoy and have a happy New Year!

Also! Thank you @hermannsthumb for hosting this event!

Also, also! Bonus mildly spicy pic below the cut :>

Later that night…

[alone-on-takodana]

Day 8 of @lastdaysofwar

I picked 'Blood' as a prompt, and Hermann has gone and had himself a little accident...

Promarkers and pencil

[pics-n-quotes-aesthetics]

Inspired by @feriowind ‘s masterpiece 

A/N: On a totally unrelated side-note, I’m not dead and I’ve just realised this was in my drafts for quite some time (almost two years now...). Cheers

[skull-bearer]

More of the vampire au, please? How did the party go?

It’s only when the door is finally thrown open and they are hurled out to crash on the pavement that the fire is knocked out of Newt and it sinks it- way too belatedly, what he’s just done.

“Are you okay?” He sits up and looks at Hermann.

Hermann doesn’t move, this fine clothes torn and starting to darken in the furious rain. Newt rolls over and crawls the few meters two him. “Hermann? I’m really sorry.”

Hermann’s face is set, side pressed to the pavement, eyes open and unseeing. He blinks, and Newt isn’t sure if these are tears, or rain.

“I fucked up.” Newt groans, and rubs his face, “I  didn’t mean- okay no, I did mean everything I said, but I should have- thought, you know. Not said that to your dad, for one thing.”

“No.” Hermann says dully. “It’s not your fault.”

He sits up stiffly, looks up into the orange halo of the streetlight. “I knew this was going to happen.”

Newt blinks, “You- why didn’t you say or just- not invite me? I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not.” It’s a tiny whisper, almost lost under the pouring rain, the occasional swish of slow passing cars.

“He disowned you.” Newt manages to say it, it comes out very, very small.

“I think I wanted that.” Hermann says finally. “That’s why I brought you along, I- I am a coward, I didn’t dare do anything for him to disown me, I let you do it.”

“Well, yeah,” Newt rolls his eyes, “He’d have fucking killed you. You should have told me, I’ve have really pissed him off.”

“No.” Hermann gets up stiffly, winces; “What you did was perfect. No one not already blinded by hierarchy can see how absurdly he was acting.”

Newt scrambles to his feet, helps to steady Hermann. “Do you want to go home?”

Hermann frowns, blinks, water beading on his eyelashes, then gives a strange little smile, a little quirk of the lip. “No. You mentioned you and your friends have a favourite bar in town- would you like to show it to me?”

Newt stares- he’s been trying to get Hermann there for years. “Fuck yeah!”

[skull-bearer]

Oh wow the werewolf/vampire AU is great. Maybe a sequel (prequel?) about how came to their arrangement?

The pup is just about everything Hermann could have expected from a werewolf- loud, messy and irritating; he comes close to regretting his choice of housemate a dozen times in the first week alone, only kept from it by the comparative relief of not having to hide or fear being found out;

At least Newton is a late riser, and likes to play his revolting music late into the night instead of bothering Hermann during the day; and the annoyance of being distracting during his writing and star-gazing is overcome by the quiet during the day;

But sometimes, it’s cloudy, and Hermann is stuck without having anything new to write for his various columns or papers; and he comes down and joins Newton in the living room- if the mutt is not trying to make more of what he passes off as music-

Hermann lived through the 1970s in London, he knows music.

They squabble over the channel changer until Newt puts on something insists he will live and besides- it’s his tv, and Hermann sulks and pretends not to enjoy whatever it is until about half-way through, when he can’t help it any more;

And Newt grins the whole way through- dogs or man, it’s the same grin; Hermann tries to ignore him;

At first Newt sits on his armchair, then on the sofa, and Hermann doesn’t really notice until Newt closes the last few inches and shoves his heavy, shaggy head into his lap.

"Get off!” Hermann tries to shove Newt away, but he’s heavy in this form, his ears prick, he whines;

"Absolutely not! Shoo-" He tries again, Newt growls and closes his eyes, snuffling and starting to doze;

Hermann tries to squirm away, then gives up, grumbling to himself and folding his arms on Newt’s head; with a bit of stretching, he finds her can reach the remote control;

It must have taken Newt years to learn how to use the thing as a wolf, the plastic is scoured and the buttons pocked from his claws, Hermann sighs and changes the channel to University Challenge;

It’s only later, when the warmth of Newt’s body has sunken into his bones and his eyes are starting to close, that it occurs to him that he could have moved Newt at anytime- dead, he’s more than strong enough-

He sighs and shakes his head, closing his eyes and not wanting to admit that he has never felt more alive than in the past few months together.