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Fall Out Boy, Hold Me Like A Grudge || Dr. Newton Geiszler and Dr. Hermann Gottlieb, Pacific Rim (2013)

Dr. Hermann Gottlieb and Dr. Newt Geiszler (Asexual Hermann AU)

So, Newt goes on his one-night-stand, and Hermann isn’t jealous, because he can’t be jealous. Because he doesn’t want to have sex with Newt.

No, he wants the sort of intimacy that Newton Geiszler doesn’t seem to want to give anyone in this place that he clearly sees as just a stop over.

Hermann wants all of Newt, forever, and that is too much to ask, so he can't be jealous of these nights out, right?

He really can't be jealous of these one-night stands when the next morning, Newt arrives to the lab with two coffees and some toast in hand.

The Shatterdome cafeteria isn’t exactly known for its pastry chefs, so this is rather the sweetest thing that Newt can give him, especially when Hermann tastes the coffee and finds that it has exactly the level of sugar and cream that he likes- the amount of sugar that once made Newt spit out his coffee after accidentally grabbing the wrong one, because god, dude, I have no idea how you don’t have a mouth full of cavities, with a sweet tooth like that.

So, Hermann isn’t jealous, because he has this, and he doesn’t know exactly the kind of morning afters that Newt’s dates get, but considering the fact that he hears Newt return in the middle of the night after most dates, he doesn’t think that it’s this.

Hermann isn’t jealous, because he has a part of Newt that no one else does, and even if he doesn’t have the rest, well-

This is enough, he has to think, even if it digs at him, even if the craving carves away at him, even if there is a starving pit inside of him that is greedy and gluttonous and wants so much more-

-aletterinthenameofsanity, to catch the most wanted man in west tennessee

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Dr. Hermann Gottlieb-Geiszler and Dr. Newt Geiszler-Gottlieb (Post Uprising Fix-It: Chapter 4)

And god, does the sight of Newton Geiszler, fully himself, laughing at the joke of the cadet next to him- Amara, Hermann is rather certain, easily recognizable as one of the two kids that defended Newt in the cafeteria the other day- take Hermann’s breath away.

Hermann never went to a school dance. He never had a date, never had the urge to ask anyone else out on a date.

He and Newt are both middle-aged, now. They’ve been an anchor for each other’s lives for almost as much time as before they ever knew each other. There are gray hairs, laughter lines, wrinkles, the evidence of a life lived long and semi-well.

And yet, Hermann’s breath catches in his throat as he sees Newt across from him, looking as dashing as any prince in a movie.

And no, Newt’s not in a suit. This isn’t their wedding. That is long in the past.

But he’s himself. He’s more himself than he’s been in a decade, and he’s gorgeous, and Hermann’s heart feels like it’s going to explode if he has to handle this for too much longer.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, let the ultraviolet cover me up (i'll find a new place to be from)

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Dr. Hermann Gottlieb-Geiszler and Dr. Newt Geiszler (Post Uprising Fix-It: Chapter 2)

A particularly large splash echoes from beneath the Shatterdome deck and the kids all cheer. Newt looks over the edge to make sure that none of the kids have catapulted themselves off of it on a dare- nope, they just managed to somehow break Tahima's target in half, which has gotta earn someone extra credit on top of the extra credit. 

But as he pulls his head back up to return to Hermann and Suresh, who seems to have had no fear in pulling the Head of K-Science into a discussion, he finds Hermann smiling.

And god, that smile. That fucking smile.

Newt would light fireworks off of the light of that smile. He’d burn down countries for that smile.

But he knows that that is not a feeling that goes both ways anymore, no matter how much he might dream of it, no matter how much he might crave it.

"You kids are all doing a rather impressive job, learning from Dr. Geiszler," Hermann says, and Newt knows that he needs to get used to that name. That he needs to stop flinching so that it stops aching. That the only way to let a bruise heal is to stop poking it. "I am sure that you all will prove to be just as impressive scientists as any of us here in K-Science." He smirks. "I am sure that one of you will definitely unseat Dr. Geiszler's reputation as the foremost xenobiologist in PPDC history."

It's a compliment, Newt thinks, said so matter-of-factly that it's hard to take as anything but fact, and he knows that he should be accepting it as such-

But it's so hard to do that. It's so hard not to reach out, not to touch, not to poke.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, let the ultraviolet cover me up (i'll find a new place to be from)

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Dr. Hermann Gottlieb-Geiszler and Dr. Newt Geiszler (Post Uprising Fix-It)

Hermann’s feelings had crystallized in the Drift, even as they’d tamped down emotions enough to take care of pushing through the kaiju hivemind and snatching the information that they’d needed.

Newt had felt the golden-bright light of Hermann’s supernova of love wash over him, slicing through the kaiju blue and burning its way through his brain until it was the last vestiges of light that he could hold onto years later, when the precursors washed every other glimpse of the stars out of Newt’s brain.

The proposal had been the next day, after they’d been checked over in the hospital wing.

Hermann had disappeared for a few hours in the middle of the day, when Newt had been taking care of coordinating the retrieval of what was left of all of those kaiju specimens, and Hermann had returned to the lab with a ring that had matched the one that Newt had for him.

(Newt had wondered if Hermann had seen the ring in the Drift. If he’d seen the way that Newt had wanted to spend forever with him. If he’d been so eager to return the sentiment- but also to win the sort of competition that they were both so good at exacerbating- that he’d run out and forged a ring overnight.)

While the ring that Newt had made for Hermann had been painstakingly carved out of old kaiju bone, the one that Hermann had made for Newt was made out of a scrap of old jaeger part, solid as Hermann’s dedication to a program that his father had ditched and tossed into the garbage. Solid enough to stand up to any kaiju.

No fucking wonder that the first thing that the tendrils in Newt’s mind had done in Shanghai was ditch the reminder of their downfall. 

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