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legobenkenobi · 9 months

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the thing about newmann’s drift compatibility that drives me NUTS is the fact that it doesn’t even have to be spoken. they function almost as one unit. they’ve existed in being around and with each other for so long that they can’t not be that anymore. they’re each a key piece of who the other is that there is no more Newt without Hermann and there is no Hermann without Newt because they have shaped each other. they’re a part of each other. they’re so tangled up into each other even before the drift that they don’t have to voice any of it because they just Know.

#newmann #pacrim #newt geiszler #hermann gottlieb #ignore me for a bit #im saying shit thats probably already been said but im sick in the head atm #pacific rim #UPRISING DNI #ben rambles

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mr-e-nigma · 3 years

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Headcanon that after the apocalypse, when life has returned to some semblance of normalcy, Newt’s just sorta Lost. Doesn’t know what to do with himself. Long term, he knows he wants to go back into academia, but he doesn’t know what to do in the short term. Just, with his day to day life. For the past nearly twenty years, he’s had his kaiju research to completely envelope his day to day life, but now he doesn’t. He has time now, to do other things. But he’s become so disconnected from what his life used to be that he doesn’t know what to do with all this new free time.

#haha just like me not knowing what to do with myself when I’m not dedicating 100% of my time to schoolwork #it’s exactly that actually #maybe this projection headcanon should’ve stayed an inside thought #newt geiszler #pacific rim #pacrim #uprising dni #but I can understand why newt’s story went that way in uprising

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sunriseverse · 5 years

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I have a prompt idea that I hope you will like! (Your stuff is fucking epic honestly) “Because I hate you I hate you, and you lied to me, and you don’t get to be here anymore!”

oh, this one’s angsty…happy ending, though, i swear

“No,” Hermann says, glaring at Newton, and drops the folder on the table, the paper hitting the one clean spot with a thwap.

Newton raises his gaze from where it’s fixed on the kaiju sample he’s elbow-deep in; scowls up at Hermann. “Why not?” he demands, “it’s a good idea, Hermann, you know it is—”

“A terrible idea,” Hermann interrupts, sniffing, “really, Newton, I expected more—”

“Oh, you expected more?” Newt snaps—this is a familiar argument, one they rehash often enough—, the only thing stopping him from gesticulating wildly the quicksand-like consistency of whatever it is he’s working on, “you expected more? Well why don’t you try doing my job, Hermann, why don’t you—”

“Yes, your job—mucking about with bits of kaiju viscera. So important, I’m sure,” Hermann says, scornfully.

Newt gapes at him. “…that was uncalled for,” he says, eventually. “If you really don’t want to, that’s—yeah, that’s fine, whatever. But you didn’t have to go there, alright, Hermann? Just—” he cuts himself off, turns his gaze back to the purple-blue kaiju tissue.

He feels a bit bad for that, in all honesty—it is a bit harsher than normal—but still, Hermann can’t resist the next jab; the twist of the knife. “What, have I hit a nerve?” he asks, “it hurts to be wrong, doesn’t it—”

“Shut up!” Newt yells, shoulders snapping back, stiff, body tensing. “Don’t—do not go there, alright?“

“Well where else can I?” Hermann shoots back. “You left this—this proposal on my desk, Newton, to Drift again, how did you think I was going to respond? Last time you did that, I found you seizing on the floor, Newton—do you enjoy reminding me of that—do you enjoy making me suffer?” The words burst out before he can stop them; more pain in them than he’s expecting.

The instant they’re out, he regrets them; Newt’s expression shutters, eyes sliding out of focus for a second, before he says, coldly, “You don’t get to go there.”

“Sorry,” Hermann murmurs, taking a step back, and swallow. “I—sorry.” Then he practically flees back to his chalkboards, the sudden silence following in the wake of his outburst knocking him off-balance for the rest of the day.

“You’re moping,” Mako says bluntly when she drops down on the bench next to him the next day, tray in hand. Hermann gives a noncommittal hum and prods listlessly at the day’s lunch—some sort of pasta, he thinks, possibly.

She bumps his shoulder with her own. “Trouble in paradise?” she questions, demonstrating that she’s just as intuitive as ever.

“I said…something I shouldn’t’ve,” he admits, finally; quietly. “We were arguing, and I—I crossed a line.”

She nods. “What are you going to do, then, Doctor?”

“I—” He pauses. “What?”

“What are you going to do, Doctor Gottlieb?” she repeats, raising a questioning brow. “In order to rectify the situation?”

He blinks. “I…I hadn’t thought about that,” he says, slowly. “I thought—well, I thought it best to give Newton his space; I doubt he wants to see me for a while, which is…understandable.” Admitting that is hard; he’s not terribly fond of admitting his mistakes, ever.

Mako hums; spears a slice of peach. “Something to think over, then,” she says, and turns to talk to the J-tech on her other side.

Hermann ponders her words, fork hovering indecisively over his food as he thinks. Finally, he takes a bite, mind slowly setting to work at the problem as he chews.

Just as he’s about to get up, Mako turns back to him, says, simply, “He likes cheesecake; there’s a few pieces left.”

He pauses for a moment, understanding settling in, and then says, softly, “Thank you, Ranger Mori.”

She gives him a small, wordless smile, and a nod.

Hermann walks to Newton’s desk, plate in hand, and swallows nervously; resists the urge to bite his lip. Newton doesn’t look up, though Hermann knows the other heard him approach.

“I brought you desert,” he says, and curses his voice for cracking halfway through. “Cheesecake. If you—if you’d like it.”

Newt remains silent; Hermann deflates, any hope he had had rapidly escaping him like air from a balloon. “Alright, then, I’ll just leave it here—”

“I’ll take it,” Newt says, suddenly, without looking at him, and holds out a hand for the plate.

Hermann bites his tongue and passes it over; waits a few minutes before he says, tentatively, “Can we talk about what happened?”

Newt stops eating. “Whatever,” he says, tonelessly. “I can’t force you to leave, so…”

“Oh,” Hermann says, hoping that he doesn’t sound as miserable as he feels. “Alright. I’m…I’m sorry. That’s all I wanted to say. I’ll—get to work, now, then.”

“Whatever,” Newton says, again, with a shrug, and finishes the last of the cheesecake.

Hermann swallows back the bile rising in his throat.

“For what it’s worth, I didn’t—I didn’t mean what I said,” he says, softly.

That gets a reaction. “Do not mock me,” Newt hisses, through gritted teeth; finally meets his gaze, eyes flashing.

“Why would I—? Newton, I’m not mocking you!” Hermann exclaims. “Please, believe me when I say that—”

“All you’ve ever done is mock me!” Newt snaps. “I yell at you and push your buttons and you—you fucking do this—this bullshit apology stuff, and I’m sick of it! You don’t mean it—you never have!”

Hermann gapes at him. Newt is red-faced, now, breathing audibly laboured, and something is very, very wrong. “Newton, why—”

“Because I hate you—I hate you, and you lied to me, and you don’t get to be here anymore!” Newton says, all in a rush, and suddenly, he’s crying, shoulders shaking. Hermann is very, very confused.

“You…you hate me?” he says, slowly, instead of giving the appropriate response and attempting to comfort the biologist. “Lie to you? Newton, what are you talking about?”

“I don’t—” Newton stops, cut off by a sob. “I hate you—I s—should hate you, but I—instead I hate—” he blinks rapidly, eyes shinning with tears, wraps his arms around himself. “I hate that it’s a—all a l—lie,” he manages, “I h—hate that I want you to care, e—even though you don’t—you don’t care, and you keep l—lying and s—saying you do—a—and I w—want you to stay, b—but if you do I’ll h—hate you for staying when it’s o—only because you feel like you h—have to because we Drifted—”

He hiccoughs, unable to continue.

Hermann feels winded. “Newton,” he says, hesitantly, “do you—do you think that I’m being insincere when I say that I care for you?”

“O—obviously,” Newton chokes out, bitterly, “the D—drift scrambled your brain, it’s n—not real, why would it be?”

“Do you have that little faith in me?” Hermann snaps, and backpedals when Newton looks like he’s going to begin hyperventilating. “Newton, trust me, if I wanted to be gone, I would be. I’m not staying out of some sort of misplaced belief that you will be unable to function if I leave, or because I’ve become—deluded into caring about your person because of our Drift. I’m staying because—” he pauses, swallows. “Because I do care. More than I ever thought I would, or could,” he admits.

Then, cautiously, he says, “Would you…would physical contact be beneficial?”

“I—” Newt lets out a shuddering breath. “Y—yeah. Please.”

Hermann pulls in a half-breath through his teeth, inducing a soft whistling sound, and moves to Newt’s side of the desk. Carefully, he lowers himself so that he’s level with Newt, and embraces him.

The biologist tenses almost imperceptibly before relaxing against him, head on his shoulder, fingers loosening from where they’re digging into his own arms. Almost without thought, Hermann begins to breathe in a slow, even rhythm. Gradually, Newt’s own breathing slows to match, until the shuddering, soundless sobs subside, and he’s limp against Hermann.

“Sorry I got worked up,” he murmurs, finally, quietly. “I just—I’ve been weirdly stressed, which is funny, since we’re not at risk of being eaten by kaiju anymore.” He laughs, soundless, almost, vibrating against Hermann’s shoulder.

“And I’m sorry for what I said,” Hermann replies; doesn’t comment when Newt turns his head so that his breath rasps softly against Hermann’s skin, just above the collar of his shirt. “It was out of line.”

“…I care to,” Newt says, after a few moments. “You know that, right?”

“I do now,” Hermann responds, which elicits a laugh that’s only a bit watery.

#prompt #prompt fic #newmann #a n g s t yeet #*high-key projects onto newt but what else is new*#post-canon #uprising dni you bastard #ask #fanfic #pacific rim #newton geiszler #hermann gottlieb #spinecorset writes

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ao3feed-pacific-rim · 5 years

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that time newt dragged a torchwood officer through a cross-dimensional portal

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2tckrik

by Multishipper13

Herman wakes to find one of Newt's experiments in his bed

Words: 661, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Pacific Rim (Movies), Torchwood

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Hermann Gottlieb, Newton Geiszler, Owen Harper

Relationships: Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb/Owen Harper

Additional Tags: Crack, This is crack, crackity crackity crack, owen isn't dead or undead, implied Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb - Freeform, owen is owen, so much crack tho, it's like...pre-poly? kind of, Maybe - Freeform, newt does weird experiments, vaguely post pacific rim, uprising dni leave my boys to peace

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2tckrik

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #pacific rim

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ao3feed-doctorwho · 5 years

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that time newt dragged a torchwood officer through a cross-dimensional portal

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2tckrik

by Multishipper13

Herman wakes to find one of Newt's experiments in his bed

Words: 661, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Pacific Rim (Movies), Torchwood

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Hermann Gottlieb, Newton Geiszler, Owen Harper

Relationships: Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb/Owen Harper

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2tckrik

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #doctor who #dw

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sunriseverse · 5 years

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Wold you please write this fake date oen you did a really big grand gesture only to get rejected on the spot and it goes viral, so I offer to pretend to date you (starting with my own grand gesture) so people will think you got a happy ending instead of pitying you

god I am weak for fake dating…and for accidental dating, so, of course, I combined the two for some fluffy fluffy post-pitfall Newmann. Newt might as well move to Egypt, though––he could become a sister river to the Nile with how oblivious and blind he is.

“No.”

The word echoes in his mind, the weight of it settling heavily in his gut, combined with the sudden silence, leaves him reeling. “I––what?” Newt croaks, stunned.

Byron shakes his head. “No, Newt. I’m not interested in you. You’re not a bad person, you just…” he pauses. “You’re too manic and hyper. It would never work.” He shoots Newt an apologetic smile, turns to leave. Newt can feel the eyes of everyone around’s gazes on him.

“…oh,” he says, quietly, dropping his head. The box of fine chocolates sits on the café table, the bright red bow listing sadly to the side from where Newt attempted to tie it in the middle. Sadly, he picks it up, shoves it into his bag. The papers within crinkle as the weight of the box crushes them, but Newt can’t bring himself to care.

When he gets back to the flat, Hermann’s sitting in the leather arm-chair, filling out a cross-word puzzle, a cup of tea balanced on the arm. When Newt enters, he glances up. “Newton,” he greets, before frowning at his lack of reply. “Is everything alright?”

“Mhm,” Newt says, listlessly, “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

Hermann sets the paper down. “Newton, what’s wrong?”

Newt sighs, shoulders falling. “I just…I didn’t have a great day, dude, alright?” he says, miserably. “Just––just leave it, okay?”

Hermann’s lips thin into a straight line. “Come here,” he commands, rising from his seat. Newt sets down his bag and, after a moment of dithering, complies. Hermann wraps his arms around Newt, the cold of his fingers seeping through Newt’s shirt, comforting and grounding, and Newt presses his face into the soft knit of his sweater-vest. “Better?” Hermann asks, softly, and Newt nods. “Good. I’ll make you a cup of hot cocoa, and then you can go to bed. It’ll all be fine.”

Except the next morning, when he turns on his phone, there’s fifteen text messages, and one link from Mako that says “Newt, you have to see this”. An ominousness creeps up his spine, and, with a hesitance usually reserved for experiments that might explode acid all over the lab, he taps the link.

It’s a youtube video, shot from a shaky hand-held device, but the camera focuses on two figures at a table, a box with a distinctive red bow between them. Oh, shit, Newt thinks, fears confirmed as the lens focuses on the shorter of the two. It’s Newt.

Byron rises, says, “No.” The camera zooms in on Newt’s slack face. Someone in the background whispers oh my god, is that Professor Geiszler? He checks the video. 179, 394 views, 3, 446 comments. Newt closes the tab, types, still in shock, mako, what’s this?

After a second, Mako’s reply pops up on the screen. It’s all over twitter and tumblr. They’re tagging it “#MITreject”

Newt’s chest tightens, the humiliation making his skin crawl. Against his better judgement, he opens the link again and checks the comments.

under_grad: omg it IS prof. g!!

j-k-wILdcard: wtf? thats awful! i kind of feel bad for him rn…

The comments continue in a similar fashion, expressing various sentiments; pity, however, is clearly at the forefront of every comment. Eyes watering, Newt turns the phone off and shoves it under his pillow. He feels awful.

Hermann notices, because of course he does; it may be Saturday, but Newt never spends more than three hours in his room without making a single sound.

The bed dips as Hermann sits down. “What happened?” he asks, softly. Newt lets out a sad sigh, and, wordlessly, digs his phone out and hands it to him. Hermann bypasses the security with ease that should be alarming, but is somehow grounding in its reminder that they’ve been in each others’ minds.

“…oh,” he says. “Newton, I…”

“It’s alright,” Newt says, face hidden in the pillow. “I just…I need some time to process. And get used to the fact that my students are going to be pitying me for the rest of the year.” He lets out a self-deprecating laugh. “It was bound to happen at some––better sooner than later.”

There’s a moment of silence, before Hermann’s fingers are carding through his hair in a silent gesture of support. “I…” he pauses. “If it really bothers you that much that they…pity you, then I can––well, if you’d like, I…”

Words fail him, but Newt has an inkling of what he’s trying to say––he did spend the better part of a decade sharing a lab with him. “You––you would do that for me?” he asks, sniffling, and Hermann gives a tiny nod.

“Of course.”

The plan goes off beautifully––Hermann invites Newt to the very same café, buys him an extravagant bouquet of flowers, and asks him out in front of everyone. The earnest eagerness leaves tears in Newt’s eyes and does funny things to his heart, especially when Hermann bestows him with a small, but genuine smile.

“Thank you,” Newt says to Hermann, quietly, afterwards. “I…” he doesn’t know what to say. Hermann gives him an understanding look.

“Let’s go home,” he suggests.

Home. There’s something about the way he says the word, tender and awed and yet at the same casual, like it’s the only possible thing he could say. Our home, Newt realizes, and it knocks the breath out of him for a moment. When did it go from just home to our home? The fact of the matter is, Newt hasn’t a clue––the progression from lab partners to cohabitation is dangerously blurred, as if it was less of a switch and more of a long, slippery slope, a natural progression.

Oh, no, Newt thinks, I think I love him.

Afterwards, it becomes startlingly clear that Newt moved from hate to love a long, long time ago––hell, it wasn’t even hate in the first place; it was disappointment; disappointment at himself for running his mouth off and driving Hermann away.

Additionally, it also becomes clear that all of these things Newt does––reading to Hermann when he has a nightmare, making his tea just how he likes it after a stressful day––are…domestic. Disgustingly so; they resemble, more and more as Newt thinks on it, an old married couple.

Oh, if only! Hermann, clearly, harbors nothing other than an exasperated fondness towards Newt; if he did have any romantic feelings for Newt, he the type to say it and get it out and over with, not dilly-dally about it.

So, Newt does what anyone in his situation would: he pines.

It’s hard not to, given that every little thing Hermann does––the curl at the corner of his lips when Newt makes an especially snarky remark, the way his hair is adorably fluffed up in the morning after he showers––makes his heart-rate quicken and his cheeks heat.

He reflects that it was only a matter of time; he’s been stuck with Hermann for the better part of a decade, and, before then, almost five years spent writing back and forth––it was an inevitability, really; he falls hard and fast anyway, and combine that with more than a decade of orbiting around Hermann––well, it was bound to happen.

Only, to make matters worse, Hermann doesn’t stop at the grand gesture of asking him out––no, he acts like Newt’s boyfriend in public. If it didn’t make Newt’s heart sing with joy, he thinks that the constant almost-kisses would kill him. Almost, because as much as he wants it to be real, it isn’t, and he’s not going to be a dick and take advantage of Hermann like that.

So, because he isn’t sure what to say––Hermann, you don’t have to keep pretending you want me sounds pathetic––he resolves to say nothing. At least, until Hermann walks out of his bedroom one morning, and makes him way towards Newt.

Newt expects him to just grab the cup of tea Newt’s made him, sitting on the coffee-table next to Newt’s mug of coffee, but instead, Hermann picks up the cup, pats Newt’s shoulder, eyes still half-lidded, presses a chaste kiss to his cheek, and says, “Thank you,” before disappearing back into his room.

Newt remains frozen in his seat, uncertain of what’s just happened, the ghost of Hermann’s lips on his cheek.

Except then it happens again. And again. It’s driving Newt insane––what purpose could there be to it? They’re in private––there’s no one to pretend for. Maybe, he thinks, this is just Hermann practicing so that it’s convincing when we’re in public?

Yes, that’s the only logical explanation.

The only logical explanation for the situation at hand, though it’s failing slightly, given that they’ve just gotten back from a nice dinner––Hermann insisted on paying, and Newt agrees, since he paid last time they went out––and Hermann’s pressed him against the wall, one hand hooked under his tie, the other at the base of his neck, kissing the living daylights out of him.

When they break apart, Newt lets out a soft whimper and swallows, trying to breathe properly. Hermann’s eyes track the movement, settling on his lips. Suddenly, the explanation makes no sense––actually, it’s pretty blown to pieces. Newt croaks, “So, this is probably a bad time to ask, but are we…dating?”

Hermann stares at him. “…yes?” he says, uncertainly. “I thought you knew that?”

Newt lets out a huff of laughter. “Funny story, that––I thought that you were. Pretending. Because of that thing…months ago…” he trails off, suddenly remembering the day after.

Hermann cooked them lasagne for dinner and they watched some new sci-fi movie, and Hermann had asked, “So, Newton, will you go on a date with me?”

Newt had, at the time, laughed it off, assuming Hermann was joking, but he’d said yes anyway, because––because––because he wanted to date Hermann.

“Holy shit,” Newt breathes. “That was for real?”

“Yes?” Hermann questions. “You…you didn’t know that?”

“No, I––I thought you were joking!” Newt exclaims. “I mean, I wanted it to be real, but it seemed too good to be true, so I figured it wasn’t, but––but it was?”

Hermann lets his head fall to Newt’s shoulder, shaking slightly. “Yes, Newton, it was––it was very real,” he gasps through his laughter. “I cannot believe you managed to brush it off as––as an accident. Hell, I’ve been taking you out on dates for the past few months.”

Newt gapes, even though Hermann can’t see, and says, weakly, “…oh.”

“Quite,” Hermann agrees, pulling back to look him in the eye. “Now that that’s been cleared up, would you like to continue?”

“Yes,” Newt says, emphatically, and drags a more-than-willing Hermann down for another kiss.

#newmann #fake dating #accidental dating #newt...is so fucking oblivious #and in denial #fluffy fluffy hijinks abound #uprising dni #prompt #prompt fic #newton geiszler #hermann gottlieb #pacific rim #fanfic #ask #spinecorset writes

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sweetjaegerlove · 5 years

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by Multishipper13

Hermann is avoiding any mention of the Drift. Newt doesn't know why.

Words: 1570, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 20 of newmann one-shots

Fandoms: Pacific Rim (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Newton Geiszler, Hermann Gottlieb

Relationships: Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb

Additional Tags: Pining, on hermann's part at least, Post-Operation Pitfall (Pacific Rim), Not Pacific Rim: Uprising (2018) Compliant, duh - Freeform, uprising & co dni, Post-Drift (Pacific Rim), Getting Together

pacific rim February 23, 2019 at 08:10PM via AO3 works tagged 'Pacific Rim (2013)'

#pacific rim fics #IFTTT #Feedly #pacific rim

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ao3feed-pacific-rim · 5 years

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and if you were by my side

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2SmovH1

by Multishipper13

Hermann is avoiding any mention of the Drift. Newt doesn't know why.

Words: 1570, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 20 of newmann one-shots

Fandoms: Pacific Rim (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Newton Geiszler, Hermann Gottlieb

Relationships: Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2SmovH1

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #pacific rim

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sweetjaegerlove · 5 years

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by Multishipper13

Post-Pitfall, Hermann wakes up by Newt's side.

Words: 424, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Pacific Rim (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Newton Geiszler, Hermann Gottlieb

Relationships: Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb

Additional Tags: uprising dni, Post-Pitfall, Let Them Sleep, They need it, post-drift, sharing a bed after the apocalypse, or well after the almost-apocalypse, implied established newt/hermann, Minor Angst

pacific rim February 22, 2019 at 04:42PM via AO3 works tagged 'Pacific Rim (2013)'

#pacific rim fics #IFTTT #Feedly #pacific rim

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ao3feed-pacific-rim · 5 years

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this is my kingdom come

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2NmWQVx

by Multishipper13

Post-Pitfall, Hermann wakes up by Newt's side.

Words: 424, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Pacific Rim (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences