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Would you consider writing more for that werewolf!Hermann AU from an anon ask? It was cute :3

absolutely >:] the entirety of this was written after 9pm and is minimally edited so sorry in advance but here you go!! i love this au so much <33

(sequel to this prompt)

Newt shifts closer to Hermann underneath the covers of Newt's bed, presses his face into Hermann's neck with a deep inhale. He smells like shampoo, like the wool in his sweaters and chalk and Newt's cologne because he's wearing a t-shirt borrowed from Newt's drawer. The fact that Hermann is wearing his shirt makes his stomach do a little flip—they'd crashed in Newt's bunk after the Breach had closed, too hung over from the Drift to want to split for long enough to get a full night's (afternoon's?) sleep. And besides, they'd had some... revelations, after all of everything had been shoved out into the open. Newt makes a contented hum and takes another breath against Hermann's shoulder. Yeah, Hermann smells like shampoo and wool and chalk and cologne and... wet dog?

Newt's sleep-addled and oxytocin-ridden brain takes more than a few seconds to put two and two together, and by the time he's shaking Hermann awake he's staring down a furry, elongated face with two tall ears where an angular human had been before.

"Uh—Hermann?" Newt mumbles, hand on Hermann's shoulder (God, even through the shirt Hermann's fur is soft as fuck. Unfair). Hermann makes a grumbling-growling noise and half-heartedly makes a gesture to swat Newt's hand away. "Is there a full moon tonight? It's—" Newt hastily glances at his watch "—nine. PM."

Reading off the time seems to do it. Hermann's eyes shoot open and he scrambles to sit up, holding his hands out and studying them before running them over his face, as if he needs proof that he's not quite human at the moment. "Bugger," he snarls, throwing off the covers.

"I thought I'd set an alarm on my mobile—" the sight of a giant canine scrabbling through Hermann's clothes is almost comical, and it's all Newt can do to hold back a laugh (he does make a little snorting sound, but Hermann only glances at him sharply). After a few seconds of patting down the pockets of filthy, still-damp clothes, Hermann produces his phone from the pockets of his slacks and discards them back on top of the pile of laundry, taps at the screen and the power button a few times. "Figures it would be a dead battery that would finally do me in," he mutters. Newt finally swings his legs over the edge of the mattress and takes the two steps across his bunk to stand beside wolf-Hermann.

"Hey, dude, it'll be fine, right? You can probably just chill in here for the night. It's cool." Hermann fixes Newt with a glare that makes him take a nervous step back before Hermann shakes himself.

"That wouldn't—I'd—" his ear flicks. "I've got a certain medication I must take in order to cap my energy and reduce transformation hangover, but it's in my bunk."

"Great, I'll just go get it for you then. Easy! Just give me your keys."

Hermann shifts his weight from one foot to the other, and then back again. "Er... I'm afraid you can't do that."

Newt blinks. "What? Why?"

"I can't... explain, exactly. They're just something I need to retrieve myself."

Newt snorts. "So what, you're just going to waltz down the hallway to your bunk and grab them?" Hermann stares at him quietly for a long moment, and Newt laughs incredulously. "You really want to—the Drift must've done something major to your brain, dude. The Herms of a week ago would probably have whacked me over the head just for suggesting it."

"Yes, well," Hermann mutters through his teeth, "I've lived through the end of the world and come out the other side on a bloody full moon, so pardon me if I'm fresh out of better ideas."

"I still don't believe that I can't just go get them for you, but honestly I'm kind of up for this shit," Newt says with a grin. "Getting into shenanigans with Dr. Hermann Gottlieb, of all people! Never thought I'd see the day," he pokes playfully.

"I don't suppose I'll ever hear the end of it," Hermann grumbles. "Might we at least get a move-on with this? The longer I stand here, the more antsy I can feel myself become—I wasn't fibbing when I noted the energy capping qualities."

"Right. Uhhhh..." Newt sits back down on his bed and chews his tongue thoughtfully for a second. "How badly will you kill me if I pull inspiration from kids' shows?"

"What's your idea?" Hermann sighs wearily. Newt smirks.

"Well, what if you wore one of my hoodies, and then you put the hood up, and uh—yeah, that's all I've got."

Hermann sighs again, longer this time. "Perhaps the entirety of the Shatterdome is still either drunk or hung over enough that they won't notice if we just make the trip quick enough."

"That's the spirit!" Newt beams, and then immediately frowns. "Well, maybe not really because if someone saw you your first issue is that most people probably don't know that werewolves exist in the first place, and they'd probably scream their throat out." He hops up from his spot on the bed. "Eh, the 'Dome could use some more excitement anyways."

"Reassuring," Hermann says drily, "but I can't say I have any better ideas," he concedes. Newt grins up at him.

"Hell yeah." He rifles through a drawer and pulls out what he's pretty sure is the largest hoodie he owns, and holds it up to Hermann. "Here, put this on—you don't shed, do you? It's not too much of an issue, I guess, but I really don't want to have to run it through the wash, y'know? Makes the inside all pill up and shit, practically ruins the hoodie," Newt rambles as Hermann carefully slides the garment over his head. It's long enough, at least; Hermann doesn't really get bigger or anything when he transforms, which Newt thinks is kind of lame but it'll definitely make sneaking him through the hallway that much easier.

"Just put that on, annnnd..." Newt lifts the hood over Hermann's ears and pulls it as far forward as it'll go, and Newt remembers how much the 'oversized' part is an understatement; it hangs over Hermann's eyes and covers most of his face, lengthened as it is. "Dude, you look a little like if Legoshi was emo," Newt snorts.

Hermann's nose twitches (cute). "Who?"

"Uh. Don't worry about it. I'm making you watch Beastars later, though." Hermann only sniffs in response. "Right then! I think it's time for us to go now, my sweats you're wearing combined with your long-ass socks do the trick for hiding your legs." Newt makes to swing the door open, but Hermann catches his arm.

"Would you at least check how crowded the hallway is before pushing me out there? As gut-wrenchingly comical as this affair is, I do wish to not be spotted."

"Right." Newt opens the door, but just a crack so he can peer out into the hall.

It's empty, way more empty than Newt really expected or hoped for, but he guesses that their avoiding the death of humanity a day prior probably messed with peoples' sleep schedules a record amount. It works out better for him and Hermann, anyways.

"We're good," he says to Hermann without looking away from the deserted hall.

Every time Hermann's claws click dully through his socks or when the Shatterdome makes a noise as the steel settles, Newt can feel his gut leap half a foot into his throat. Hermann's bunk isn't very far away from Newt's, but it's still a two-minute journey that kicks his whole sympathetic system into full gear. About 70 seconds into their brisk walk, Newt flinches at the sight of someone walking unsteadily around the corner of the end of the hall. They perk up when they see he and Hermann, much to Newt's dismay, and stumble towards them.

"Heyyyy Geiszler," they slur. It's one of the J-Techs, Newt guesses from their dark jumpsuit.

"Uh, Hi! We're just, uh, headed to his bunk," Newt says quickly, trying to pull Hermann past them before they can get a closer look. Where one J-Tech is, there's sure to be more close behind. One of the tech's hands goes to Newt's shoulder as he tries to pass them, and he freezes.

"Yoo, who is that? Gottlieb? You're always with Gottlieb. Cool costume, man!" They grin widely at Hermann and give him a thumbs-up. "You've got all ‘a Geiszler's clothes on. You guys must be banging or something. Cooool."

"We're not—" Hermann starts in a strangled voice, but the J-Tech pitches forward and Newt catches them and eases them to sit on the ground, their back leaned against the wall.

"If we're lucky, they won't remember us tomorrow," Newt says as he rushes Hermann the rest of the way to his bunk.

"And if we're not lucky?" Hermann growls, jamming his key at the door's lock three separate times before it goes in and turns.

"Eh, no one'll probably believe them anyways," Newt says, leaning away from the door to glance back up and down the hall (still deserted apart from the now passed-out J-Tech).

"I don't particularly want rumors going around that we're—!" Hermann pushes the hood back down as soon as he gets the door shut, and Newt can't help but notice that his ear is flicking like mad. Nervous tic?

"You care more about people thinking we're banging than people knowing that you're a fucking werewolf?" Newt snorts. Hermann flicks the light on, and Newt finally gets a better view of the room. It's almost pristine, shockingly so compared to Newt's mess of a bunk. Even the bed is made to a militaristic standard, though an unfolded blanket hangs half-off the edge and he privately wonders if Hermann had even been getting underneath the covers before passing out for the past few weeks of end-of-the-world crunch.

"One is... more believable than the other, is all," Hermann mumbles.

"Dude, I really can't believe you sometimes," Newt says with an (almost) straight face, but he's barely stopping himself from breaking into a laughing fit.

"Yes, well I can't quite believe that I just walked through the Shatterdome hallway on a full moon and lived to tell the tale," he shoots back. "It's really entirely your fault that I wasn't awake to prepare properly, anyways," he calls over his shoulder as he walks into his small bathroom and pulls something from the cabinet under the sink. Newt follows him, curious.

"So, what is this fated medication that I wouldn't have been able to just get for you, anyways?" He asks, trying to get a glance of it around Hermann's fingers. From what Newt can see it's just a plain brown bag, which is hardly something that Newt couldn't have just grabbed for him.

"It is, quite frankly, none of your business," Hermann sniffs, turning away and withdrawing something from the bag. He puts it in his mouth and replaces the bag beneath the sink before Newt can get a look, but that only makes Newt more curious.

"C'mon Herms, you can't even tell your best-friend-slash-lover what your super secret werewolf medicine is?" Newt teases, trying to edge around Hermann to sneak a hand into the cupboard and steal the bag out.

"Newton—" Hermann groans, trying to bat Newt's hand out of the cupboard, but he misses and instead sends the whole bag tumbling out of the cabinet and the contents skidding across the floor. Hermann makes a squeaking noise, and Newt bends down to pick up one of the pieces from the printed linoleum. Newt grins, and Hermann covers his face with his hands. It looks exactly like a bone-shaped dog treat—for all Newt knows, it is a dog treat.

"Aww, Hermann, you're eating dog treats now?" Newt teases even as he starts to gather all the dog-treat-adjacent objects back into their paper bag.

"This is why I didn't want you to—"

"You really risked both hide and hair so I wouldn't see that your medication looks like fucking dog biscuits?" Newt wheezes.

"I knew I would never hear the end of it if you did," Hermann huffs at him with a glare. "I suppose it was too much to hope that I'd live out my days in peace."

"Here, Herms—if I swear to only tease you about it once a week, does that fix it?"

Hermann levels him with a cold stare. "Newton, if you bring it up more than twice a year, I will see to it myself that you will never hear a second of your wretched music ever again."

"Jeesus! Fine, fine." Newt holds his hands up. "Bimonthly, maximum. I swear."

Hermann doesn't remove his piercing gaze from Newt for another long moment before finally looking away, giving a rattling sigh and running a hand through the fur between his ears.

"Right, then." Hermann peels Newt's hoodie off and shakes himself (Newt chooses to not comment on it, amusingly dog-like as it is). He's left once more in Newt's shirt and sweats, lustrous fur on display. "I think I'm ready to have a bit of a lie-down, if you want to—er—" he pats the bed awkwardly as he untucks the sheets from the mattress.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" Newt asks with a crooked smile, taking the invitation even as he sticks his tongue out at Hermann.

"It means that I'm tired, and you're quite..." his ear flicks again. "Comfortable."

"Aww Hermann, I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me!"

"Don't push your luck," Hermann says quietly as Newt settles in on the bed beside him and weaves both arms around his shoulders.

"Did I tell ever you how soft you are? 's crazy," Newt mumbles through a faceful of fur.

"Mm," is all Hermann responds with before his breathing evens out.

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