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I’ve been thinking about a Soulmate/Reincarnation AU. Imagine Newt and Hermann meet and fall in love in every lifetime. Sometimes they meet sooner, sometimes later. One time they met as kids. They’re naturally drawn to each other because they’re destined to be together. Ohhh, and there’s also unexplained flashbacks of their former lives that happen from time to time.

oh my god hey i LOVE this concept and have been wanting to write a fic like this for ages so heres how id probably start out writing something like it. may expand into a longer fic eventually 👀👀 who knows

It’s 1932 and Newt Geiszler is spry and young (well, thirty-three, but he’s still spry) and ready to take on the world, to stick it to the man, even if the conference is a drag and he’s stuck in a suit (and a tie, for Pete’s sake) until he’s finished being paraded around by his superiors. It’s deserted in the foyer of the building where Newt’s managed to sneak off, at least, so no one will see him lose the blazer, undo a button or two, or loosen his tie, or roll his cuffs up to his elbows, or even light up a cigarette.

Well, it’s not totally deserted. Some stiff-looking fellow with elbow patches and a hat and an elegantly carved cane is standing a few feet away, nursing what looks like a glass of whiskey and occasionally looking in Newt’s direction. Almost furtively. He’s familiar, too, real familiar--Newt’s probably run into him at one of these things before. “Hiya,” Newt calls over, because the urge strikes him (and Newt usually gives into his urges), and the fellow startles and nearly drops the whiskey.

“Hello,” he says. Sounds English. (England’s awfully far from Boston.) Newt’s curiosity is piqued. He flicks ash carelessly to the floor and sidles up alongside the Englishman.

“Newt,” Newt says.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I’m Newt. Newt Geiszler.” Newt sticks out his hand, then--after realizing the Englishman doesn’t have a free hand to take it--lowers it awkwardly. The Englishman stares at him. Probably thinking about what a moron Newt is. Already off to a good start.

“Dr. Hermann Gottlieb,” Newt’s companion says, slowly. He’s still staring at Newt. It’s getting weird.

Newt waves his hand around. “You here for--all this, then?”

“Yes,” Hermann says. His eyeglasses are on a little chain around his neck, and he pulls them on before scrutinizing Newt some more. “I’m sorry, Dr. Geiszler,” he continues, “but you’re terribly familiar. Have we met before?”

Newt frowns. “Who said I was a doctor?” Hermann flushes beet red and opens his mouth to answer, but Newt shakes his head. “’S fine. I am. Good guess.” (Nothing weird. They’re at a conference, after all. There are a million doctors here. It’s a logical assumption to make.) “Anyway, I go to a lot of these. We’ve probably bumped into each other before.”

“Perhaps,” Hermann says, but he sounds weirdly hesitant, and Newt can tell he doesn’t believe the excuse. Truthfully, Newt doesn’t either. Hermann’s familiar--very familiar--more familiar than a few run-ins at academic conferences over the years could possibly account for. (He’s not sure why he keeps thinking of the guy as Hermann, either, why he slipped into a first name-base that fast and that easily.)

He thinks he’d like to get to know him better.

“This thing blows,” Newt says, and tosses his cigarette to the linoleum floor and grinds it underneath his heavy, scuffed-up boot. (They can force Newt into a suit, but no way in hell they’re getting him into dress shoes.) “Wanna ditch?”

Hermann looks like a bit of a square, like he’s a bit too preoccupied with fitting in (though that haircut’s not doing him any favors), so Newt’s surprised when his mouth (wide, strangely appealing) curls into a smile and he nods. “Yes,” he says. “I’d like that a lot.”

On the other hand, you know, Newt’s somehow not that surprised at all. It’s like he expected it. Weird guy.

Hermann takes little to no coaxing to get on the back of Newt’s motorcycle (though it’s a bit of a hassle to figure out the best way to angle his cane), even less coaxing to agree to join Newt for a walk around the park near his apartment. If it goes okay, Newt thinks he might be able to talk Hermann into joining him for a drink, to, maybe at the little dive with good music also not too far away. And if that goes okay--well. Newt doesn’t get laid a whole lot (on account of his...predilections), but Hermann’s been pretty loose with his touches, pretty unsubtle in the way his eyes linger over Newt’s body, so Newt’s pretty sure their predilections are mutual, and Hermann’s exactly the sort of stuffy-educated-repressed type that Newt’s weak for.

“You’re certain we haven’t met before?” Hermann says as they walk. The rhythm of his cane hitting the pavement--a third clack between one light footstep, one heavy--is comforting. Also familiar. “Only I’m sure of it.”

“And I’m sure we haven’t,” Newt says, because he is: they’ve talked of their studies, their families, their time spent in America, even, and there’s no possible, conceivable way they could have met before. Still: Newt grins, his charming, flirty best. “I’d have trouble forgetting someone like you.”

It’s 1932, and they skip the drink and go straight back to Newt’s apartment, and Hermann’s kisses make him feel nostalgic for something he can’t put his finger on, and Hermann slips Newt a piece of paper with his address on it and says write to me before he goes. It’s 1932, and Newt knows he’s in love.

In 1855, Hermann splashed his gin in Newt’s face when Newt asked him to spend the night in his rooms--and perhaps Newt could have chosen a pub of less ill-repute, perhaps Newt could have been more subtle, perhaps he could have waited until they were alone to ask--but he slipped Newt his personal address anyway as they parted; in 1797, Newt crumpled up the page in a fit of embarrassment and never saw the infuriating Dr. Gottlieb again. These are the only three times they meet like this. Newt knew he was in love those times, too.

In 2013, Hermann starts with the letter.

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