Hewt (ship)

Hermann Gottlieb and Newton Geiszler. 
==2025==
===Colourful===
Hermann's never seen in color. Then he Drifts.
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(Originally posted here.)
For curiumKingyo.
This fic riffs on parts of chapters 9 and 10 of "Athene Noctua".
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It can't last more than a minute, but there is too much information, too much emotion, too much color.
Hermann tries to let all of the tides wash through his mind: his own memories, Newton’s, the kaiju hivemind.
Burning brightest in his mind’s eye, despite all of that, is color. Hermann has seen more of people than he’s ever wanted to and even the inner workings of kaiju, but never color.
The colors are nearly enough to short-circuit his brain.
The colors of the kaiju’s world are nauseatingly beautiful. If they didn’t make his head throb, he would gladly tolerate the slow merging of his mind with the hive to soak all of the colors of the Anteverse into his memory.
He fights the desire to chase a R.A.B.I.T. into Newt’s mind to see-feel-taste everything in color. That must be blue, he thinks. That’s red. That must have some spectacular label like chartreuse. Does Newt take all of this for granted? he wonders fleetingly.
It lasts only a minute before he is thrown out of the Drift and back into his monochrome reality. The last colors he glimpses form swirling lines taking shape as they are worked into Newt’s skin.
===Normal===
February 2025
“Dude, why would you want to be 'normal' anyway? Normal is completely overrated.”
“How would you know? You are the only person I've met who is arguably less normal than I.”
“Wipe that smile off your face, Hermann. I'm proudly abnormal.”
“Of course you are,” Hermann says gently as he drapes one of his wings over Newt's back.
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===Dream a Little Dream of Me===
(Originally posted here.)
After the Drift Newton dreams about cliffs and wings and happiness, all in greyscale.
Newton Geiszler was a lucky man. Most of his life it didn't seem like it, but it changed after drifting with Hermann. Many things changed in Newton's life after that night.
He had saved the world, proved himself right, found his drift partner and even got his own private island! Certainly one of the best things was fiding out his fellow k-scientist and drift partner had wings. Even better than the discovery itself, were the consequences: having someone to share a bed with, to care and cherish and who cared and cherished him as well. Some changes weren't quite as fun. Despite the dreadful possibility of The Masters reopening the Breach, he mourned the loss of the Kaiju. Not only because they were awesome but also because he never found out their true potential.
But there was one change he hadn't foreseen and that affected his daily life: he began to dream in black and white. On that particular night, he dreamed that Hermann was by his side at the edge of a high cliff. The dry rock was an uneven shade of gray, miles above the silver ocean. The sky above was a deep, velvety grey filled with bright white spots, many more than he was used to. It wasn't surprising that Hermann fell in love with the stars, he saw so many of them! Enough to make the sky more white then grey.
Looking at Hermann, he noticed he was shirtless. Actually both of them were completely naked except for feather and ink. Hermann was smiling at him, bony fingers interlaced with his. There was an immensurable ammount of tenderness in his smile, in the gentle brush of his fingers between Newt's. The small part of his mind that knew he was dreaming was pretty excited about the whole being naked together thing, but there wasn't any malice in the dream. Only that sweet and callid feeling, emanating and flowing between them.
In the dream, Hermann slowly let go of his hand and took a step forward, suddenly disappearing in the nauseating fall. Newt could easily remember the day Hermann broke his leg trying to fly. If as a kid his wings could not support him in the air it was certain that as an adult they would stand even less of a chance. Newt stumbled forward, falling to his knees by the edge of the cliff, mind swirling with all the similar greys, blacks and whites mixing in a scene so difficult to understand. But he saw absolutely no sign of Hermann as he scanned the landscape. No struggling form falling, not even a disturbance in the even surface of the sea.
The air abandoned Newt's shrinking lungs to give space to the growing fear. His hands were tightly gripping the cutting edge of the rock, he could feel barbs and points digging into his skin. His whole body was so bent forward he should worry about not falling himself but he actually couldn't care less about his own safety. He tried to yell for Hermann but his voice came out small and fragile, barely covering the murmur of the waves. "Hermann...?"
"Yes, Newton?" The dreamer looked up fast enough to make his glasses kick over his nose. Hermann was just above his eye line, beating powerful wings and smiling down at him. Newt gapped.
In the dream Hermann's wings were so big! They reached meters long, each downstroke causing large gushes of air to hit Newton and mess his hair. "Herm!" He squealed excitedly. "You're flying dude! This is awesome!" Hermann smiled fondly at him.
"Perhaps the best feeling other than sleeping to the sound of your heart." Newt felt his ears turn hot and he giggled a bit. He knew this was something real Hermann would never say, but it was good to hear it even of only in his dreams. "You should try it too."
Newt scratched his neck and replied: "I don't know man, I really don't believe your wings can take both of us."
Hermann laughed at this, such a musical and pure sound that could exist only in dreams. "Not with mine. You should try with yours!"
He was about to complain that that wasn't funny when his eyes droped to the long shadow he was casting. Two large shapes were attached to him and he gasped when he suddenly realized how heavy they were. Craning his neck back he saw them: large leathery wings. Dragon wings. Powerful and strong, scales in different metallic shades of grey, claws at the end of each bone. "Are... are you sure?" He asked, carefully extending his wings to their fullest.
"Of course, darling." Once again something real Hermann would hardly say, but he didn't question it. Not when he had more important things to do, like learning how to control his new limbs. It came to him naturally, and actually the least he thought about it the easier it was. He spread the wings up and forced them down, feeling the air inflating the leather membranes between the long bones.
Hermann kept hovering a few feet above the rocky ground, the gushes of air created by his own wingbeats turning into small tornadoes as they merged with Newt's tentative flight. The biologist was trembling with excitment when he finally managed to lift himself from the ground. Just some inches at first but he didn't fall even when he began to squeal and call Hermann like a young child does to their parents.
Hermann smiled at him and held his hands out for Newt to take. He worked his powerful dragon wings and rose to the same level as Hermann, taking his hands and squeezing them. They laughed at each other, wind playing around them as the sun warmed their skin gently.
They flew together, high among soft clouds and low near the rippling sea, always hand in hand.
Then Newton noticed it, the colors slowly seeping into the scene. The sky was not grey anymore but a muted blue and Hermann's paper white skin was getting to its regular pale color. He sighed, this meant he was about to wake up and the small part of him aware this was a dream was mildly disappointed with the end of it. He looked at Hermann who was still smiling, unaware of his impending end. Newt squeezed his hand a little harder and took a good look at him: light and happy, wings as big and powerful as they were meant to be, effortlessly carrying him across the blue sky.
Hermann's feathers looked amazing under the sun and Newt quickly turned his face to look at his own wings before falling back into the conscious world. They were actually grey, but peppered with iridescent scales that looked like small precious stones etched onto the silvery leather. They looked just as amazing as Hermann's. In the warm sunlight they were like gold and silver, crossing the sky in a blur of laughter, feathers and claws.
When he woke up Hermann was still asleep and his wing was comfortably thrown across Newton's chest. He carded his fingers through the feathers, appreciating the small sound it elicited from his bedmate. It looked like Hermann wasn't going to wake up anytime soon. Newt watched him for a brief moment, studying once more the shadows his eyelashes casted over high cheekbones and the relaxed line of his pale and wide lips. He contentedly snuggled closer to the sleeping man and carefully arrenged the wing over him like the warmest feather blanket known to men. If he was lucky he could go back to the same dream...
He was a lucky man.
==2026==
===Self-Hate Brings the Threat of Oshiokiyo===
(Things Newt Tells Hermann in Their Island House: Newt tells Hermann how much he loves him, in a million little ways; Originally posted here.)
Hermann and Newt discuss character strengths.
“You're totally Ami and Usagi combined.” Newt says out of the blue as the episode ends. Hermann's wings twitch in the breeze from the window as he quirks an eyebrow. Newt looks up at the taller man from where his head lays in Hermann's lap and grins.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Think about it. A super-smart, shy person who works way too hard and never understands how awesome they are. That's Ami all over.” Newt says with affection as he picks up the remote from his lap and starts the next episode of SailorMoon. “I mean, you could be her dad, even.”
“I suppose that you're right in that.” Hermann says with a small smile. Newt wants him to watch the two SailorMoon animes with him. Hermann, though not particularly into anime, agrees as a means to let Newt unwind from the mania of their daily lives on the island. As wonderful as it all is, they need the rest.
Hermann surprises himself with how involved he becomes. The sailor senshi are young girls, and yet he understands them completely. They are all alone and forgotten until friendship and purpose call them home. Hermann is particularly drawn to Sailor Mercury, the lonely genius. He understands always feeling like a freak because of who you are.
“I'm right because I'm me, Dude.” Newt says with a yawn as he strokes Hermann's wing that bends over them both. The touch sends shivers of delight through Hermann.
“And how, then, am I Usagi? Don't you consider yourself the star of this show?” Hermann asks, smirking, as he pushes his wing into Newt's gentle touch without thought.
“The wings, Hermann.” Newt says with a smile. Hermann frowns and sits further back into the couch.
“I don't understand.”
“Usagi gets angel wings when she's in 'Super Awesome Princess' mode, right?” Newt looks up at Hermann with shining eyes. Hermann's heart swells with love. “And you only get to show off your wings when you're being awesome with me. So it's the same.”
“Usagi doesn't have wings all the time, Darling.” Hermann says it with a bitter humor. Newt has done so much for Hermann's self-esteem, but no one can undo a lifetime of self-loathing in a few years. Newt scrunches his face up in annoyance, as if Hermann is a child.
“Uh, yeah, she does.”
“No, she doesn't?” Hermann responds as he cards his hand through Newt's soft hair. Newt closes his eyes and smiles in contentment before pouting.
“That won't distract me today, My Dear.” Newt says. “She may not have physical wings like you, but she has metaphorical wings all the time.”
“That's not at all the same.”
“Uh, yeah, it is.” Newt shifts to better receive Hermann's touch before he continues. “Usagi's wings are, like, the symbol of her power. They're beautiful and wonderful and they only show up when she's super desperate or super pissed. But she always has that power inside her.”
Hermann's eyes grow wet. Newt looks up at him with clear love. Even now, so far removed from the dank Shatterdomes where they met, that look hurts Hermann with a beautiful pain.
“And it's not just Princess Serenity, either. Usagi totally has all that inside her, even if she wasn't SailorMoon. Even when she can't transform or anything she still kicks ass. Because she's awesome—just like you.”
“You're amazing as well, darling.”
“Yeah, but I know that except for when I'm in an episode.” Newt's gentle caresses are lulling Hermann to sleep and his eyes close. He hears the television go mute and strokes Newt's hair in thanks. “You're Ami and that's great. But just like how Ami has a bit of Usagi in her, so do you.”
“It took Usagi to show her the way.”
“So what? Friendship is magic, dude.” Newt's voice slurs as he too succumbs to the warm breeze and gentle affection. Hermann smiles, even as he falls further into sleep.
“Thank you, Usagi.”
“No problob, Ami.”
===Cafuné===
2026; Puanga-Rua, New Zealand
Hermann shivers under a tangle of blankets even as his skin shines with sweat.
"Oh, dude. You're feeling even worse." Newt sets the tea tray down on the bedside table.
"Brilliant observation, Doctor," Hermann croaks. "I caught the damned flu at the conf—" A violent coughing fit shakes feathers loose. "You should leave before I infect you."
"Shut up, Hermann. I'm not going anywhere while you're this sick." Newt slides into bed next to him and cards his fingers through his damp hair.
Hermann closes his eyes at the touch. "Thank you," he wheezes.
===Happy===
A year can make a real difference.
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(Originally posted (here.)
Inspired by Athene Noctua by pickleplum.
Title: Happy | Fandom: Pacific Rim | Characters: Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb | Word Count: 922 | Rating: PG | A/N: AU after the events of Pacific Rim | Warnings: n/a | A/N: This is for pickle-plum | Summary: A year can make a real difference.
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They've been in New Zealand for almost a year now and Newt can see a considerable amount of change in Hermann. He never points it out because he knows how Hermann would react (denial, bluster, or telling Newt his time would be spent better on things not related to Hermann's body/mind/emotional state), but he does keep track in his head. Newt looks out the window at where Hermann is currently basking in the sun like a content cat with his wings completely spread out. The fact that Hermann is happy fills Newt with a joy he would never be able to express in words.
Newt goes through the list in his head as he watches the wind rustle Hermann's feathers. Even from the window, Newt can see Hermann's not quite as thin as he used to be. While Hermann's metabolism is still much faster than a normal person's, the added stress factor of hiding what he is has been removed from the equation. Lack of stress and added happiness make for a better body in general.
Hermann is actually out in the open, sprawled on the grass like a normal person (he still objects to being considered 'normal' because he has wings, and Newt just rolls his eyes or make a very rude noise when Hermann says it) . He wouldn't have done something like that a few months ago. He would have kept himself either inside of the very nice house they ended up with or would be outside with his wings covered and bound, hidden away from any possible prying eyes. It had taken a great deal of coaxing on Newt's part to even get Hermann to go outside with just the binder on his wings. Once Hermann realized they really were far enough away from everyone else, the binder had been removed and his wings were finally free.
Newt tried to think of the last time he'd seen Hermann wear a shirt and came up blank. That would probably change once the weather grew colder, but for now, Hermann seemed to be very comfortable with nothing on from the waist up. He'd actually caught Hermann wandering around barefoot more than once.
There hadn't been any major injuries over the last few months, other than Hermann slipping getting out of the shower and smacking the hell out of his ribs in the process. Nothing had broken, but he'd been a variety of colors and ached for days afterward. The panicked look on Hermann's face when Newt came running into the bathroom had haunted Newt for a week.
Hermann talks more than he used to. He still keeps a large amount of his personal history to himself, but he has slowly been letting some of it out. Newt always counters with something of his own, sometimes going for the more ridiculous things he's done just so he can make Hermann laugh. Hermann's laughter is something precious and Newt treasures each moment it occurs.
The house is large enough for them to have their own bedrooms, but they usually sleep together because they both sleep better when they're in the same bed. Newt likes the way Hermann's feathers feel against his skin and Hermann enjoys how much heat Newt's body tends to give off. Hermann says he's rarely ever cold when he's with Newt.
They tend to do nothing but sleep when they're in bed together. Newt's fine with going at a pace Hermann's comfortable with. He's never pushed Hermann to do something the other man isn't interested in. If he picks up on Hermann being uncomfortable, Newt backs off. Newt wasn't getting laid right and left while they were trying to stop the world from ending, so this isn't as big of a deal to him as it could have been.
A tiny smile crosses Newt's face as he thinks about what they did on Saturday night. It had been their usual routine of the two of them showering together (the house had an awesomely enormous shower where Hermann could almost spread his wings out fully) followed by Newt carefully grooming Hermann's wings. He can't remember exactly what generated the spark between them, maybe it was the look on Hermann's face or the noise from Newt's throat when Hermann's finger had traced along one of Newt's tattoos, but the next thing he knew, there was kissing and touching and both of them were very happy afterwards. He'd fallen asleep with Hermann's name on his lips.
He glances at the clock before going over to the refrigerator. Newt grabs two bottles of water and then heads outside. Hermann is still sprawled face down on the grass with his hand resting on his arms. As Newt sits down next to him, Hermann yawns lazily. He takes the bottle Newt offers him with a smile as he sits up.
The sound of the waves lapping on the shore is soothing and Newt can feel himself growing even more relaxed. Newt rests his head on Hermann's shoulder while they watch the sun set together. Hermann's wing curls around Newt's body, holding him closer. Newt describes the colors of the sunset in as much detail as he can until they're replaced by darkness. Hermann points out constellations and soon finds himself laughing at the stories Newt tells about them.
Eventually, they stumble into bed. Hermann sprawls himself across Newt's chest. Newt's fingers card through Hermann's hair, gently brushing along the nape of Hermann's neck. Hermann's wings cover them both as they slowly drift off to sleep.
==2027==
===Wings of an Owl, Wings of a Kaiju===
(A Winging It!fusion.)
Newt isn't the only person with wings.
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(Originally posted here.)
This fic features pickle-plum's Athene Noctua's Hermann and the Newt from my Winging It series.
Title: Wings of a Kaiju, Wings of An Owl | Fandom: Pacific Rim | Characters: Newton Geiszler, Hermann Gottlieb | Word Count: 1,227 | Rating: PG-13 | A/N: AU after the events of Pacific Rim | Warnings: n/a | Summary: Newt isn't the only person with wings.
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Newt came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and was using a second one to dry his hair. He’d made it halfway across the room when he realized he wasn’t alone. “Hermann?”
“Newt?” Hermann was shirtless and sitting on the edge of Hannibal’s bed with a very confused look on his face. “How did I get here?”
“Dude.” Newt’s mouth dropped open as he stared at the gorgeous set of feathered wings rising from Hermann’s shoulders. “Okay, I must be dreaming or hallucinating because the Hermann Gottlieb I know is currently in London teaching physics and math to college kids for the semester. And I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have wings. I’ve been in his head and I think that would have come up.”
“The Newton Geiszler I know doesn’t have wings either.” Hermann tilted his head. “Please tell me you didn’t have yourself modified so you could have the wings of one of those blasted Kaiju.”
“Nah, this was an accident.” Newt walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers. “Do you mind closing your eyes or turning your back? I feel weird standing here in just a towel.”
Hermann flushed. “Sorry.” He closed his eyes and covered them with his hand. “I’m assuming this room belongs to Hannibal Chau. I recognize his symbol on the wall.”
“Yeah, Hannibal and I are kinda a thing.” Newt slipped the boxers on and covered them up with a pair of pajama pants. “I also work in his labs doing research and finding new ways to use what’s left of the Kaiju. You can uncover your eyes now.”
“Maybe I’m the one dreaming and not you. The last thing I remember is getting into bed with my Newt.” Hermann gave Newt a small smile. “We are also ‘kinda a thing’.”
“That’s awesome!” Newt sat down next to Hermann. “I mean, not the dream part, but that you guys are together.”
“Thank you.”
“So… wings, huh?” The talons on Newt’s wings flexed. “I’ll tell you about mine if you tell me about yours.”
“I’d like to really see them, if that’s okay.” Hermann’s wings fluttered nervously. “I’ve never actually met anyone else who has wings before.”
“Sure.” Newt got to his feet and moved to the center of the room. He checked to make sure he wasn’t going to knock anything over and then turned around so his back was facing Hermann. “I can’t fly with them as they’re too fragile and I’m too heavy, but they look impressive as hell when I have them spread out.”
Taking a deep breath, Newt slowly spread his wings out until the tips were almost brushing against the wall. “I was working in the lab and I accidentally drank this, well I guess you could call it ‘wing juice’ instead of my energy drink. Things got all swirly and then my back started to hurt. When Fang woke me up, she’s this badass chick who is like Hannibal’s right hand and can gut a man with a knife faster than you can blink, I had these.”
“They’re gorgeous.” Hermann looked around for his cane. When he didn’t find it, he braced a hand on the wall and stood up. “I can see all the patterns from the tattoos on your back in the membranes on the wings. That’s amazing.”
“I know, right? I have no idea why that happened, but they look awesome.” Newt flapped his wings a couple of times. “The bones are on the thin side, so I have to be really careful not to smack them into anything.” He folded them against his back before turning around to face Hermann again. I can’t cover them because they’re too tall, but that’s okay because wings are one of the top fashion things right now. Most people think I’m wearing fake ones.”
“I have to bind mine. It isn’t the least bit enjoyable.” He sighed. “My wings are a result of genetic manipulation. I’m a clone of my mother with Athene noctua, little owl, thrown in. The bones of my wings aren’t the only fragile thing about my body.” Hermann rubbed the back of his neck. “I can show you mine, if you’d like.”
“Hang on, let me grab you something.” Newt ran over to the closet and rummaged around inside of it for a moment. “Aha! I knew this was still here.” He pulled out a cane decorated with Kaiju. “I used this at a costume party. It’s better than nothing, right?”
Hermann took the cane from Newt. “Thank you.” He tested his weight out on it and when it proved to be satisfactory, he made his way to where Newt had stood. “My wingspan isn’t as large as yours and I learned the hard way when I was younger I couldn’t use them to fly. While my bones are hollow, like those of an owl, it is impossible for my wings to lift me.” He turned around and spread his wings as far as they could go.
“Oh, those are amazing.” Newt fidgeted from foot to foot. “Would it be okay if I touched them? Not in a creepy way, I just want to see how it feels. You can touch mine.”
“I suppose that’s okay.” Hermann glanced at Newt over his shoulder as he lowered his wings back into place. “I’m amazed you aren’t asking me a million questions about my being a clone or anything else.”
Newt shrugged. “Does it really matter? You’re Hermann Gottlieb and you’re awesome.”
Hermann blinked. A smile spread across his face. “And you’re Newton Geiszler. You’re pretty awesome too.” He shivered as Newt’s fingers stroked over his feathers. Hermann reached out and touched Newt’s left wing. “That’s softer than I expected.”
Newt looked at the powder on his fingers from Hermann’s wings. “I’ve got to show you the clothing Hannibal’s tailor made for me. Maybe you’ll remember it when you wake up and you can have something to wear that doesn’t hide them. I know you probably can’t just wander around in public like I can, but when you’re with your Newt I doubt you want to be shirtless all the time.” He motioned for Hermann to follow him over to the closet.
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Hermann’s face was three shades of red as Newt finished telling him about some of the other uses he’d discovered with the talons on his wings. “Newt, you need to change the subject because I now know far too much about your and Hannibal’s sex life.”
Newt laughed. “You’re just jealous because you don’t have talons that work like an extra set of hands.”
Hermann frowned as Newt went in and out of focus. “I think I’m starting to wake up.”
“Already? Dang.” Newt leaned in and gave Hermann a hug. “I hope you and your Newt have a long, happy life together. You deserve it.”
“Thanks for showing me those shirts.” He hugged Newt back. “I wish you the best, Newt.” As Hermann straightened up, everything faded away.
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Hermann groaned as his eyes fluttered open. A warm body was pressed against his and he could feel something damp on his arm. He glanced down and smiled when he saw a slumbering Newt drooling onto his arm. Leaning down, he kissed Newt’s temple. Then he went back to sleep.
===You'll be a Great Dad===
(Things Newt Tells Hermann in Their Island House: Newt tells Hermann how much he loves him, in a million little ways; Originally posted here by puff22_2001.)
“Baby pictures.” Newt says as he lies stretched out on the floor of their home. Hermann looks up from the desk with a smile. Their research can wait a moment to let Newt be Newt.
“What about baby pictures?”
“Neither of us have any.” Newt says. He he holds his tablet over his head and looks deep in thought. Hermann frowns as the words sink in. His parents never took pictures of him as a child. He was the family shame and might not have existed for all the evidence of him about. Hermann's wings deprived him of so much.
“Didn't your father take pictures of you?”
“Not really. I was off at school so much and we didn't have a lot of money. It was easier for him to just cut out the pictures from the papers.” Hermann knows that upsets Newt, both by the way Newt's mouth curls into a pout and by just loving the man. Newt, the amazing prodigy, would love baby pictures of himself.
“I'm sorry, Newt.” Hermann says as he gets up from his desk to sit beside Newt's head, careful of his leg. His wings are free and flutter in the breeze from the open window. Newt stays silent for one moment before he looks up at Hermann with a smile. His bright eyes crinkle in that adorable way that Hermann loves.
“We'll just have to make sure that our kids have lots of pictures.”
“Kids?” Hermann says with shock. Newt's smile dims and it hurts Hermann to see the hope fading. But children?
“Yeah, don't you want any?”
“I assumed that I'd never have any. You know how I feel about passing on my—condition.” They've talked, over the years, about how frightened Hermann is that anyone should end up like him. Despite all Newt's admiration, Hermann will not subject another human being to such a fate.
“Yeah, I know, neither of us needs to be sharing anything genetically.” Newt looks saddened and Hermann works his thin hands into Newt's dark, messy hair to sooth him. Newt hums in approval before he continues. “But there's always adoption.”
“Perhaps, down the line . . . “He's thought of it, to be honest. Since he and Newt became a couple, in the years since the end of the war—since he's healed some. But the idea of children still terrifies the man and he can't help the way his wings twitch in anxiety.
“No, no! Of course not! I'm thinking a few years from now, when we're established here.” Newt says quickly. He's let his tablet rest on his stomach, and Hermann takes it from him to place on the bed. If they're not doing any work, there's no sense in putting the expensive electronic in danger of Newt rolling over on it. That it gives Hermann a chance to brush Newt's hand is just a coincidence, of course.
“Perhaps a daughter. Like Mako.” Hermann says as he starts again to card his hand through Newt's hair. He does love children, after all. A nice little girl like Mako or Fei Yen would be sweet.
“I was thinking more like a son, like Felix. I mean, come on, we need a Stormageddon of our own!” Hermann frowns at Newt in annoyance. “What? You make me watch Doctor Who, I'm going to pick what I like from it.”
“Either way,” Hermann cuts in as if Newt has not spoken. “we'll make sure our children have the best childhood that we can provide. With you as their father, what could possibly go wrong?” Hermann means it as a joke, but it comes out a sincere question loaded with affection.
Newt would never hurt a child. He knows too much pain from his own life for that. Hermann trusts that, if and when they're both ready, Newt will be an amazing parent.
“With you around, anything that does go wrong won't be permanent.” Newt says as he closes his eyes in contentment. “I mean, you're the absolute shit, so we'll be fine.”
Hermann cradles Newt's cheek in love and thanks as the smaller man falls asleep.
===Con Games===
I can’t believe I let you talk me into this, Newt.
I had nothing to do with this, remember? Boss’ orders. ‘Show up at the annual gala in costume,’ she said. ‘Or else.’
I was rather tempted to chance the ‘or else’ in this case.
It’ll be fine. 
Look at me! I’m wearing a goddamn dress!
Technically it’s a chiton and that is nothing compared to walking around … .
With your X-Men powers on display. I know, I know. Sheesh. Besides, I have a freakin’ spear. If anyone gets too touchy-feely, I’ll give ‘em a poke.
Just what this party need: gratuitous bloodshed.
It’s not gratuitous if it’s in self- or partner-defense.
Oh my god! They’re even more amazing up close! Where did you get these?
Hermann’s wings flick nervously under the wide-eyed stare.
Holy shit! They move! How did you rig that? Where are the controls? Is it purely mechanical or do you have motors and servos?
And the feathers? I’ve never seen anything like them! They’re fuckin’ huge! What kind of bird has feathers this big?
Are they real? Is that their natural color? He reaches to touch the outer edge and Hermann jerks them out of reach.
They’re very … ah, delicate and I don’t want them touched.
Oh! I’m sorry! I totally understand. A setup like this must’ve cost you a fortune. Did you make it yourself or did you buy it from someone?
You’ve got to show me the schematics for them.
You should be on the costuming panel. Everyone will want to know how you pulled this together.
Are … are those raptor feathers?
Do you have connections at a sanctuary or zoo or something? How did you get so many of them?
How did you get them through customs? I thought transporting raptor feathers was illegal.
These are owl feathers, right? From something big, like a snowy?
How did you get the color on so evenly? And so perfectly patterned?
How do you have them mounted? Are they attached to your coat or is there a harness underneath?
This is so cool!
Can I touch them? Oh my good. They’re warm! Like they’re alive!
It’s the lights.
May I have one of these as a sample?
No!
Hey! There’s a billion—’billiion’ with a Carl Sagan ‘b’—curses for anyone plucking a single feather! Got that? Everyone!
Hermann’s heart sinks when he spots the angel across the ballroom floor. 
What did you use for the armature? 
They look heavy. Are they heavy? These things weigh a ton?
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