#newton geiszler oneshot

[missanthropicprinciple]

Home is Where the Lab Is by cephalopod_groupie

Rating: General Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Oneshot/Complete

Word Count: 1717

Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb

Collection: Ten Years of Experience

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Organized by @k-sci-janitor and @hermannsthumb ♥︎

[mechacringekitty]

I only know Starflight and Whiteout and I have no idea how to psychoanalyse, but I’d say that you like NightWings and tragedy and I know you too well to do this Vibes going off what I know from those two, you’re nice but inside your own head a lot perhaps. And also autistic. You like reading, and art? I don’t know man :C

mine,,

don’t have many comfort characters that aren’t my ocs, but i think these guys count? ish ?

in order, Newton Geiszler from Pacific Rim, Whiteout from Wings Of Fire, The Watcher from Oneshot, Grimm, and Quirrel, last two both from Hollow Knight.

tagging @tinker-the-dragon @therotconsumer @ilikesomedragons2 and anyone else who wants to join ig. have fun.

Any of those trends or posts where it's like: "Hey post a bunch of your comfort characters and let your followers psychoanalyze you" I always consider doing but that would have me reconcile with the fact that I have a type

[imagines-dreams]

Pacific Rim Masterlist

Newton Geiszler

[tankotic]

i have accidentally planned more for this au than i intended

[teeforhee]

I'm not gonna do it I'm not gonna do it I'm not gonna do it (write an au where Newt gets into an abusive relationship and Hermann helps him cope immediately after he gets out and supports him and they get together after a while and slowly Newt gets better and Hermann respects his boundaries and triggers even when it's hard and even when it's weird)

[sunriseverse]

I was reading this book that made me think of this prompt. This kid found out his mom had been possessed for awhile before disappearing. The dad didn't know and was reminiscing about this exact thing but he thought it was good and the kid's horrified because he understands why. So. As the precursors start taking control of Newt, he and Hermann stop fighting because until the precursors can separate Newt and Hermann they don’t want to bother with domestic disputes and bickering.

this.............oh, this...................

“The shelves were a mess yesterday,” Hermann says.

It’s an innocuous statement; said in an even tone, unsurprised—Newton, often, is a mess, in the physical sense and emotional sense both, and it carries over into his life. Hermann doesn’t mind it, much, has grown accustomed to it, but he cannot stand to have his own books turned sideways and haphazard after Newton riffles through the shelf looking for something.

He waits; for the rebuttal, for the growing of a small thing into a near-screaming match, or, more likely, barbed, irritated words; braces himself for it. They work best like that, after all—push and push and push and sometimes pull, when it suits; mismatched in perfection.

Instead, there’s nothing. “I’ll clean it up,” Newton says, without glancing up from the paper he’s doodling on, and when Hermann makes a startled sound, adds, “’s my mess, I’ll get it, Herms.”

“You can’t stop me,” Newton says, and clicks his pen; one-two, in a rapid-fire sound. “Hermykins.”

Hermann scowls and snatches the pen from him. “This,” he says, striding over to set it in the cup on his own desk, “is mine.”

“Mmmhm,” says Newton.

And it’s back; the off-kilteredness; and Hermann is left confused and, frankly, uncertain of how to act. In the end, he simply chalks it up to Newton being more agreeable since his experiments are progressing well and providing results.

Over time, it happens more and more; this agreeableness. At first, it throws Hermann off—he’s more used to arguing; to butting heads, in work, in life, in, God, in love; but perhaps that’s it; that Newton has become comfortable around, with, Hermann, in the past decade. 

So he falls into it as well; gently, cautiously at first, and then with more ease until it’s all he knows it to be. 

And yet…he feels, somehow, dissatisfied; like he’s losing bits of Newton—ridiculous, he knows, of course; the man’s right there with him at least half the time, within arm’s reach, and yet…

He feels like he doesn’t know him; especially when the days Newton spends in the lab, alone, drag on longer and longer until, sometimes, Hermann will only see him a few hours a week.

Newton’s working on something important—that’s what he tells himself; Newton’s still an attentive lover, still smiles at him and curls against him in bed at night, still does the little things for him, like getting him scones from that one bakery he knows Hermnan loves but would never say he does, and bringing in a tea for Hermann along with his own coffee. Those things just…happen less often now.

He tells Karla about it, once; over a video-call, and she frowns at him. “Weren’t you always arguing?” 

Hermann shrugs. “Newton’s changed,” he says, “and, frankly, in some ways, for the better. I love him, of course I do, but it’s...it’s easier like this, without him trying to pursue everything into a bloody fight.” He laughs a bit at that; the irony is that Newton’s never been good at fighting but with his words—in that, he’s always hit home.

It becomes commonplace, though, and like all commonplace things, after a while, it becomes normal.

It’s a clean break.

Newton’s x-ray, that is. It shows that it’s clean break. The Precursors did it yesterday with the last of the control they had—Hermann’s not sure why; why this; why a broken arm instead of, what? He doesn’t know. 

Maybe they just wanted to assert some control; Hermann would understand that. They’d grown weak and weaker and then, finally, at the end, knew they would be gone soon.

Newton’s not stopped picking at the cast since they put it on.

“Will you not?” Hermann snaps, glaring at the threads Newton’s managed to pull out; the strands trailing off of the cast.

He doesn’t expect—well, anything, really, but certainly not an answer; and not for Newton to scowl at him and say, “Oh, fuck off, Hermann, it’s not your arm that’s broken.”

Hermann stops; freezing, nearly, for a moment, and then says, “No, but I have to make sure you don’t aggravate it, you horrid little man.”

“I’m five-foot-seven!” Newton near-shrieks at him, and that—

Hermann gasps a laugh; the sound wrenched from him, startlingly, surprising them both; and he stares at Newton, wide-eyed, and does it again, until he’s nearly doubled over with peals of it.

Newton makes an uncertain sound. “Hermann?” he asks, “are you okay—?”

“F—fine,” Hermann chokes, finally, and blinks away the tears that have begun to sting at the corners of his eyes. “I—God, it’s just, just good, to hear you...” he trails off.

Newton stares at him, uncomprehending.

“I haven’t argued with you in years, Newton,” Hermann says, gently, “I...I hadn’t realised how much I had missed it.”

“You missed...bickering with me?” Newton raises a brow.

“Yes,” Hermann says, smiling widely, ridiculously, “yes I did. Now please, please stop picking at that.”

Newton scowls at him again. “Shut up,” he says, but he does, and Hermann can see his ears have gone a bit red, and his other hand finds Hermann’s and squeezes it; his skin warm against Hermann’s. “You’re weird,” he says, after a beat; and then, softly: “Don’t stop it.”

Hermann’s chest grows warm. “I couldn’t if I tried,” he replies.

[fagderolo]

kin list under cut so it can be searched for on mobile

sorry if the readmore Doesnt show up for u this is kind of a long list

Core

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🎪mollymauk (critrole2)

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ID

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🐭charlie (iasip)

🌼eggsy (kingsman)

🍱watanuki (xxxholic)

🌌prince of all cosmos (katamari)

🗝sora (kh)

🎸todd (dghda)

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Primary

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🔬farkle (gmw)

👽newton geiszler (pacrim)

🚀shay (broken age)

🌂(half-elf half-tiefling) taako (taz)

💼mike (suits)

🗡transmasc buffy (btvs)

🌸lars (su)

☄cousin dipp (katamari)

🌴naldo (bfw)

🔥felix ferne (nowhere boys)

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Secondary

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☕lamplighter (oneshot)

🐍loki (god who fucking knows ive only ever seen ragnarok but idfk shit thts just like,, me //:)

😽niko (oneshot)

🍍shawn (psych)

🍾tyrell wellick (mr robot)

🔪[human] gregg (nitw)

🚨jake (b99)

🔎angus (taz)

🌈cousin jungle (katamari)

🐝shion (no.6)

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Tertiary

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🐦calamus (oneshot)

🎤yuli (pop'n music)

🌿eric forman (70s show)

🐶carlos (descendants)

🔮merlin (bbc)

🍓ned (pushing daisies)

🌲wirt (otgw)

✨kiki (little twin stars, sanrio)

🐟lewis finch (what remains of edith finch)

💜jamie (harvest moon magical melody)

💀necromancer/necro/death (fighties game)

[angelinarecs]

Pacific Rim Recs - *Updated*

Hahahah, look at me reccing fanfics when I should be studying for the GRE. This is my life now... So, have one of my favorite platonic otps!

Organized by pairing (or gen) and then alphabetized by title. Summaries (which have been copied from their respective stories) and descriptions are provided. Notation at the end of the description indicates if a story is completed or a WIP.

Gen

Take Up Your Spade and Break Ground - Tendo Choi is a 911 dispatcher because it pays well and because he’s damn good at it. He doesn’t take the job with the expectation of finding a family – but sometimes the people who call end up up meaning a hell of a lot, and Tendo’s never been one to stay detached. Friendship/Family. Tendo POV, very well written and the plot is original. A great AU overall. I really loved following Tendo and his relationships to the Shatterdome people through his work at 911. One-shot.

Hermann, Newton Friendship

All the Colors of the Rainbow - The first thing Newt noticed about Hermann was that he was a neat freak. Well. Okay. Maybe not a neat freak. Maybe just an ordinarily-neat person who didn’t like kaiju guts in his work space. Sharing a lab was going to be a challenge … Drama. Am I reccing this because Newt is autistic? Yes, yes I am. Also, these drabbles do wonders at showing the day-to-day struggles of Newton and Hermann sharing a lab. One-shot.

Hush Now - Hermann is upset and Newt tries to cheer him up. It either goes horribly wrong or horribly right- he’s not sure. Hurt/Comfort. Hermann gets an unfortunate phone call from his father and Newt is there to pick up the pieces. Drabble length, but still sweet. One-shot.

Not Unwelcome - Set directly after the events of the movie. Hermann leaves the celebrations to give himself some space, away from the loud people clapping him on the back, away from the happily drunken crowd, and, maybe, a bit of space away from Newt. Naturally, the moment he disappears, Newt goes after him. Minor angst ensues. Friendship/Angst. Cute, fluffly, indulgent, everything you want out of a feel-good story. An enjoyable read. One-shot.

Tröstung - When Hermann is three years old, his mother gives him a stuffed lamb. Angst/Friendship. Following Hermann through the years in his interactions with his  comfort object (an adorable sheep names Oskar). The premise and structure of the story really does a nice job at providing snapshots in Hermann’s life and development as he grows into the brilliant scientist he is. The story also provides a brief insight into Hermann and Newt’s relationship. One-shot.

Hermann/Newton

A Hand That Hold No Weapon - On their way back to the Hong Kong Shatterdome, Newton helps Gottlieb adjust to the after effects of drifting together. Drama/Hurt/Comfort. A much needed story after Hermann and Newton drift. Fun story, okay writing. One-shot.

A Little Bit of Solidarity Goes A Long Way - If the Kaiju were planning on depriving the two of them of sleep for long enough to kill them, well, they were certainly off to a good start. Hurt/Comfort/Romance. Cute, nerdy, realistic. An overall good read. One-shot. Story is deleted!

A Warm and Gentle Tug -  Hermann has a fear of having his blood drawn due to the fact that he always passes out or gets sick while it happens. This time around however, Hermann takes Newt along with him to his appointment to help ease him. Hurt/Comfort. Not the best writing here, but the relationship is fun. Mainly reccing because I have the exact same problem getting my blood drawn. One-shot.

Battered and Bruised - When Hermann comes to Newt’s defense, it doesn’t end well. Hurt/Comfort. Short and somewhat sweet. Newton and Hermann try to fix each other up after getting into a fight at a bar. One-shot.

Collision - A kiss gone wrong. Romance/Humor. Hermann and Newton being dorky and clumsy. Cute, but short, story. One-shot.

Dehydration Sensation - Hermann doesn’t handle heat well. Hurt/Comfort. Hermann doesn’t take care of himself in the middle of a heat wave and Newt once again has to pick up the pieces. Including obstinate, delirious, and dissaproving Hermann alongside exasperated Newton! One-shot.

Homeostasis - The K-science laboratory stands on its own plane of existence; life within its concrete walls runs in parallel to life in the bigger world of the Hong Kong Shatterdome. Yet even here the laws of physics apply. Whenever Hermann’s body isn’t failing him, Newton’s mind is on the verge of breaking. Hurt/Comfort. The scientists have a rough day in the lab. I really enjoyed the contrast of the mental and physical given that each Hermann and Newt suffer from their own handicaps. Seeing the ailments as both a foil and a complement to each other was a very compelling look into their relationship. One-shot.

Incessant - Hermann’s physical limitations frustrate him to tears. Angst. Newton tries to help Hermann after a fall, Hermann is frustrated that his body won’t cooperate with anything. Poor Newt has to make this situation at least bearable for both of them. The selling points for this story is mostly domestic science boyfriends and an accurate depiction of the frustrations that come with being disabled/handicapped. One-shot.

Keep Your Mouth Shut, Keep Your Guard Up -  Hercules Hansen does not understand why Hermann won’t just tell him why he got in a fight with the new J-Tech. It’s obvious who came out worse for wear. Hurt/Comfort/Romance. Hermann just wants to protect Newton, they just keep getting into trouble. So wonderfully in character. I love these two. One-shot.

Laundry Day - “I must have almost popped the question a hundred times, but the timing never seemed…right, you know?” “And you decided nearly killing me in the middle of laundromat was the Platonic ideal of romance, did you?” Aka the one where Hermann launders Newt’s jacket and finds rather more than he bargained for. Hermann/Newt. Romance/Humor. This story is just so cute. I love how the everyday interaction between Newt and Hermann turns into such a touching/adorable moment. One-shot.

Mend and Make Safe -  Hermann and Newton find themselves sitting together outside of the medical bay together after the clock has been stopped and share a few moments saying very little, but somehow managing to say quite a bit at the same time. Oneshot, and mostly from Hermann’s POV. Friendship/Romance.Hermann and Newton always had something that defied definition. Their relationship in this story is neither here nor there except for the undeniable closeness they share. One-shot. Story is deleted!

Pride - Newmann oneshot. Newt takes Hermann on a date to his first LGBT parade- fluff through and through, except for a little reference to acephobia. Romance/Friendship. Am I reccing this entirely because Hermann is asexual? Yes, yes I am. Also features cute relationships, Newton coming up with a bunch of “queer” orientated pet names for Hermann, and some good points about sexuality. One-shot.

Roughed Up - The two scientists go out for drinks, and things go from bad to worse. Hurt/Comfort. Hermann tries to protect Newton, Newton has to patch him up. The writing isn’t the best and the plot is unoriginal, but it’s still a fun read. One-shot.

Taken Care Of - Newt helps out Hermann when he’s having a bad day. Hurt/Comfort. A short and fluffy slice of life story that follows the companionship of Newt and Hermann through a rough day. One-shot.

The Ghost and Dr. Priestly - Newt is pulling an all-nighter in the university library studying for a chemistry test, when he begins to hear strange sounds. Good news: it’s not a ghost. Bad news: he only finds out after giving his lab partner, Hermann, a mild concussion. Drama/Romance/Hurt/Comfort. Newt is an unbelievable idiot and poor Hermann suffers the consequences. Or, Hermann is concussed and is probably not thinking properly, but he still kisses Newt even after the daft man nearly brained him with a book. One-shot.

Tricks and Treats - Seven fics for the seven days of Gottbleed week (Oct. 5th-11 2015). Each story: 1. Is Gottbleed 2. Fulfills an OTP prompt from tumblr 3. Is newmann and 4. Is Halloween related. Trick or treating, costumes, haunted houses, ghosts, too much candy - and much more! Humor/Drama. Cute, funny, with a side of seriousness. Hermann and Newton make such a fun couple and these somewhat Halloween themed shorts perfectly show off their characters. Complete.

You and Your Dog Teeth - Desperate to find ends and solutions, Hermann wears himself out to exhaustion looking for answers, especially his already lame leg. Being around as his usual working late night companion, it’s up to Newt to help take Dr. Gottlieb home. What seemed entirely like a normal night only ends with two scientists realizing there’s a lot more between them than they thought. Angst/Humor. Such a fun story, this has a good balance between emotional tension and moments of hilarity that only the K-science boys can fully pull off. The awkward approach to romance in this story works very well for the characters and give an authentic feel to the whole thing. Two-shot, complete.

You Know I Love You: I Wrote It Down - Drs. Geiszler and Gottlieb’s relationship goes back almost ten years. We know this because the paper trail goes that far back, too. Romance. Where do I begin with this story? It’s so well done and amazingly written. I can’t get enough of it. The idea to follow the relationship of Hermann and Newton through their paper trail was brilliant and well executed. The sheer nerdy romance is amazing. I don’t even care if it has smut in it, it’s still well worth the read. One-shot.

[imagines-dreams]

Kidnapped - Newton Geiszler Imagine

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: angst, near death, wanting to be dead, torture, pure angst guys

Summary: People were dying left and right with kaijus on the rise. The world divided itself, and everyone wanted glory for defeating the monsters. Every alliance wanted other alliance’s resources, weapons, soldiers, and even scientists. You never thought those arguments would involve you.

Word Count: 3740

Everyone was desperate for a way out. Those with no power died every second, from infection, dehydration, and kaiju attacks. Those with all the power they could get wanted glory for defeating the monsters.

You turned up the volume on the communal television set.

“The Eastern Alliance is demanding the cooperation of our intelligence groups. They want several doctors who are unattainable, including the following: Dr. Matana Fuente, Dr. Newton Geiszler-”

The tv turned off.

“Hey,” you called. “I was watching that.”

“I know.” Your boyfriend pulled up a chair and sat beside you. “You shouldn’t be watching that type of show. Inappropriate.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That was the news.” You held his hand and sighed. “They can’t reach you here, right?”

He stroked your hair and laughed a little. “Love, we’re safe here. We’re literally in the middle of the ocean.” Newt kissed your forehead and let his rest against yours. “Plus, they’d need all the superheroes with super strength to pry me away from you.”

You laughed. “Dork.” You smiled as you took in the moment. Both of you had to work in the war. He had to try and figure out the kaiju’s biology, and you taught all the Jaegar pilots how to control the Jaegars. With all that work and worry, you barely had time to spend with Newt. Small moments like those were what you cherished.

Newt leaned in.

You smiled and leaned in closer.

Just as his breath brushed your lips, your phone rang.

You groaned and kissed him quickly. “I’m sorry.” You answered your phone. “Hello?”

“Ms. (Y/l/n), there is a new Jaegar model that needs your inspection.”

“Where is it?”

“Off the shore of Palawan.”

You grimaced. “That’s a long helicopter ride.”

Newt’s eyes widened. He pouted and held your hand with both of his.

“We have already arranged a flight for you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” you echoed. “Right. I will be there.” You hung up and kissed his cheek. “I gotta pack.”

“No,” your boyfriend whined. “Stay with me.” He held your cheek and kissed you softly.

You smiled against his lips and tangled your fingers in his hair for a moment before pulling away. “I have to pack.”

“Stay,” Newt murmured. He pulled you back into another soft kiss and another.

You shook your head, but after several little kisses, you gave in. You leaned down and pushed your lips against his as you did your best to memorize the scruff of his beard and his hands on your neck. You were definitely going to miss that.

Newt was right. No one could take him away. Not if you were there to hold onto him.

“I love you,” you said simply.

He kissed you again. “I love you, too. Come back to me soon, ok?”

“Of course.” You kissed him one last time and left.

Soon, you were on the deck and boarding the helicopter with your assistant. “Call me every day, ok?” Newt reminded you. He pulled your coat around you even tighter, and you gasped. “Newt, you pull it anymore, and I’ll choke.”

“Sorry, love.” He blushed. “Ok, you have everything. Coats? Books? Phone?”

“Yes, yes, and yes.”

“Do you need another pair of boots? Wait here. I’ll-”

You grabbed his wrist before he could run off and kissed him. You pulled him against you. Newt gasped in surprise, but he adjusted quickly. He held your waist and pushed himself against you as close as he could. When his glasses fell onto your face, he pulled away slightly to remove his glasses and kissed you again.

You laughed and rubbed his cheeks. No matter what happened, Newt’s kisses stayed the same, full of emotion and left you wanting more.

You pulled away and put his glasses back on. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You didn’t let go of his hands until you absolutely had to. You ran the rest of the way to the helicopter and buckled yourself in. You smiled at your assistant. “Let’s go.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Randall said. He tapped the pilot’s shoulder. “Time to go.”

A few hours later, you could see the landing pad near the coast. You smiled. “It’s beautiful.” You reached for your phone. “The water is so clear, and considering-” You turned to Randall and gasped. He had a gun pointed right at you. “Randall, what are you-”

“Shut up.” He nodded at the pilot. “You know what to do?”

You held your breath, but that didn’t stop your heart from beating wildly.

The pilot nodded. “Of course.” He looked over and smiled at you deviously. “Don’t worry, Miss. We’ll take care of you.”

You took in the scene. That gun pointed at you wasn’t a bluff. You had one, too. You just didn’t think you needed it so early. Those controls were too complicated to man yourself. How odd. You knew how to work every Jaeger in existence, but you couldn’t  pilot one stupid helicopter. Even if you could get to the controls, there were two men who could easily overpower you by yourself.

No, you couldn’t escape just yet.

Your fingers grazed your phone. You couldn’t call Newt or anyone, for that matter. But, you could definitely try to put someone on speed dial.

You gulped. “Ok,” you breathed. “Ok, I won’t do anything.” You racked your brain for the emergency procedure that Newt programmed on your phone. Was it press the power button twice? Three times? Press once then hold? You took a deep breath and pictured Newt in front of you by his desk.

He had been tinkering with your phone for the last two hours. “This is only for emergencies, and only for those weird spies and stuff.”

You had laughed. “Then why are you giving it to me?”

He shrugged and kissed your cheek. “Because I love you, and those other quick response apps are shit.” He pecked your lips before pressing the power button three times quickly.

Newt’s phone rang, and your boyfriend smiled. He handed your phone to you.

“Hello?”

Your voice echoed from Newt’s phone. You laughed. “So, it will make your phone ring and transmit my voice.”

“For as long as it can and as you let it.” Newt took your phone and held it up for you. “It only stops transmitting when it scans your finger.”

You placed your thumb on the home button and smiled when Newt’s phone stopped echoing your voices and a notification appeared on his phone. Love of your life is safe.

You had giggled and pinched his cheeks. “You genius you.”

He had nuzzled his nose against yours and had kissed you quickly. “I know,” he had said.

You pressed the power button of your phone three times before holding your hands up. After a few minutes of calming yourself down, you mustered, “Why are you doing this?”

Your assistant, if you could still call him that, scoffed. “Ya still think you’re safe? Nah, I’m not just gonna spill my plans to you.”

You licked your teeth. “You obviously need something,” you muttered. “The new model? Is that what you want?” When Randall and the pilot didn’t say anything, you thought back. What else did you have? If this had nothing to do with your job, then it must be from your social life. Your eyes widened. “You want Newt,” you whispered. “Wait a minute, you want Newt!”

“Can’t we kill her?” the pilot asked.

You held your breath. They couldn’t kill you. Then again, there was a gun pointed at your head. You didn’t want to die. You couldn’t die. Newt was going to get you. Someone was. I mean, he was sure to hear what was going on from his phone.

“No, we can’t. We need her alive.”

Newt dropped his phone in panic and quickly picked it up again. He sprinted out of his lab and right to the Marshall. “Marshall! Marshall!”

“Not now Doc-”

“No, right now! Listen!” He shoved his phone into the Marshall’s face.

Your voice came through. “My boyfriend’s not stupid. He won’t come for me.”

Newt made a face at that statement. “I am that stupid!” he argued. He grit his teeth. “Marshall, they’re after me. There must be something we can do.”

Marshall motioned for Newt to follow him. “Can you locate Helicopter 206?”

The technician typed a few things and was disappointed. He did it again. “Sir, there’s no sign of them.”

The Marshall shook his head. “If Ms. (y/l/n) is kidnapped, we must organize a team immediately to get her back.”

“They were heading off the coast of Palawan,” Newt recalled. “I could try tracking down her phone.” He shook his head and pushed a few buttons on his phone. “Why didn’t I get a fricking tracker on her phone. Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

The Marshall grunted. “We will try our best, but it is in everyone’s best interest that you are not involved.”

“Not involved! She’s my girlfriend who was taken captive because of me. I have every right-”

“You have every right to worry, but that doesn’t mean your emotions will take over if you’re on the case.” The Marshall sighed. “I understand your frustration but let the professionals handle this.”

Newt’s jaw dropped at the Marshall’s words. “Uh, excuse you but-”

“Where are we headed?” your voice came through.

Some man groaned, while the other spoke, “None of your business.”

You cleared your throat. “It’s not Palawan,” you muttered. You looked outside and saw as the island grew smaller and smaller. “North then?”

“Shut up,” the pilot scolded.

You gulped and fisted your top in your hands. You needed to help Newt. He was on the other side of the line, and he was probably pacing and trying to track your phone. You needed to give him all the information you had. If you didn’t, it might mean your…

You shook your head just as Randall lowered his gun. He knew you couldn’t escape. Finally, fear set in. With the ocean below you and two people who would rather kill you than let you go, it occurred to you that that moment before you boarded the helicopter was the last moment you would have with Newt. You wouldn’t be able to see life after the war with him. You wouldn’t be able to do simple things like read books or marvel at rainbows.

It was very possible that you’d die before anyone got to you.

And that scared the shit out of you.

You pursed your lips and tried to force tears back as the rest of the ride continued in silence.

Weeks passed. Maybe it was months. You weren’t completely sure. After a few days of not seeing the sun, you weren’t entirely sure what was going on.

Someone banged on your door.

You cringed and curled up in the corner. Shadows covered you, and it made everything even colder than before. The guard nudged you by the foot. “Get up.”

You took in a shuddering breath before pushing yourself off the guard. Immediately, your head pounded, and your muscles screamed. You gasped and closed your eyes as you tried to block out the pain.

“Get up!” He kicked your side.

You screamed. You cried in the corner and curled up. You weren’t sure how much time has passed, but you knew it was too long. No one was coming for you.

Through the stinging pain and the blur of tears, you could sense that the guard had dragged you from the room and into the filming room. They brought you in there often. You didn’t know what they wanted from you. All you knew was that after some time, they’d bring you back to your cell and shove some crusts and a cup of water at you.

They tied your hands to the arms of the chair. You made one attempt to get out of the ties, but then someone pressed their hand into your bruised side. You stopped after that. You threw your head back and tried to fight the pain flaring up from your side, stomach, and head. You took deep breaths and tried to find the reason you even cared to stay alive.

Newt was pacing the lab. He bit on his pencil until it was useless. He moved on to biting the marker cap.

“Calm dow-”

“Don’t tell me to calm down, Gottlieb!” Newt snapped. He [paced and paced. He hadn’t had sleep, food, or a bath in a while. He wasn’t sure how long a while was, but it had been a long while since you had been kidnapped. The tvs on base often got hacked to show him his girlfriend tied up and miserable.

Each time, he thought it couldn’t get more painful, and each time, he was proven wrong. They kept demanding things of him that he would gladly give. However, the government was not letting one of their scientists go.

“Stop muttering to yourself. They’ll find her.”

“They haven’t found her yet.”

He clutched his phone and hoped against hope that it would spark to life with a notification from you. Instead, his phone vibrated. They were going live again.

Newt ran out of the lab before Gottlieb could restrain him. He made it to the nearest television set and let out a pitiful wail at the sight of you.

Last time, you were filled with rage as you kicked and punched and bit each person that got near you. However, that time, you looked so.. Dull and lifeless. Your head was tilted back, and tears had washed away dirt and grime for your cheeks. Your hands were limp, and you looked so pale.

Newt cursed loudly. “Come on, love.” You couldn’t be…

Someone kicked your already bruised leg.

You screamed in pain. If the video was muted, the only way Newt could see that you were alive was the way your head rolled slightly. He got a glimpse of your eyes, shut tight in pain. When your eyes opened for a second, they seemed so empty.

Your boyfriend gripped his hair and cried. “No. Stop it.” He sprinted through the halls in search of the Marshall. “Hey!” He looked in each room. Finally, he found of the soldier tasked with finding you. “Anything. Can anyone trace it?” He glanced at the tv. The setting had changed. There was a different person in a different room. Newt vaguely recognized the woman as Dr. Matana Fuente’s only son.

“Sorry, Doctor,” the soldier told him. “We still can’t find anything.”

“Damn it!” He wrestled with his tie as he looked to the tv screen again. They kept on switching between shots of you, Matana’s son, and a few others. All of them were close with the doctors the Eastern Alliance wanted.

Newt grabbed the soldier’s collar. ‘Why can’t we find her? Look at her! She’s dying.” His chest shook with sobs he had tried so hard to hide. “My girlfriend is dy-”

“Kill me.”

Newt blinked. You were on the screen, your neck strained as you looked at someone off camera. “Just kill me,” you whispered. “What do you want? I’m no use anymore.”

“No.” Newt shook his head. “No, love. You can’t…”

“Kill me!” you screamed. You cried and banged your hands against the chair as much as you could. “Come on!” You screamed your throat raw, but it didn’t distract from the pain. So much pain.

Newt watched as the guards dragged you offscreen. Newt covered his mouth and tried to take deep breaths. Why did he have to be a scientist? Why couldn’t he just be humble and never go after kaijus? Why couldn’t he save you? Why?

You lay down on the floor. Your jacket served as your makeshift pillow, but as time wore on, you stopped using it. What was the point anyway?

The door opened, and light streamed in. You closed your eyes and waited for them to drag you out. Instead, the guard crouched down. “Hey?” The guard patted your shoulder. “Miss?”

You turned your head and blinked. You shoved the guard off. Even though your push didn’t do anything, you said as loud as you could, “You’re not going to get me that easily! You think I’ll fall for that trick again?”

The guard shook her head. “Miss, I’m here to help you.”

“Go to hell,” you mustered.

The guard sighed. “I’m sorry, Miss.”

You teared up at the sign of the needle. “I’m already used to it,” you admitted.

Then, everything was black.The next thing you knew was you were in a helicopter. The guard who drugged you was piloting, and there was a boy, no older than twenty next to you. “Where are you taking us?” you asked.

“Back to base, Ms. (Y/l/n).” She smiled at you. “Newt has been waiting for you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Through all the pain and torture, Newt had slowly faded from your thoughts. You hadn’t heard his name in…

“You know Newt?” your voice cracked. You remembered his slightly gruff voice as he called you, “Love,” and the scrape of his stubble when he kissed you. You remembered the warmth of his open arms that felt better than a grand fireplace and the days with him in your room were better than taking a holiday.

The soldier nodded. “He almost punched me for not finding you sooner.”

The man next to you groaned. “How long were we gone?”

She paused before she answered, “Three months and a week Mr. Fuente.”

The man’s eyes darkened. “My mother?”

“She’s at base waiting for us.”

The man sighed and leaned against his chair.

You smiled. “My genius,” you whispered.

Not soon enough, you arrived at the base. When you stood up, your legs wobbled and you had to lean against the soldier to get off. “Where is he?” you asked.

“Not yet, Miss. We need to get to medical.” She waved someone over. “I need a stretcher!”

A nurse smiled at you as you were laid on the makeshift bed. “Hello, and what’s your name?”

“(Y/N) (Y/l/n),” you mustered. “Where’s Dr. Geiszler?” you asked.

“I’m sure he’ll come for you soon, (y/n).”

Newt was pacing in his lab. The marker cap had been bitten down too much, so he had another pencil between his teeth. He tinkered with his phone with the other hand as he tried to track you down again. Then, the doors burst open.

“Dr. Geiszler-”

“I’m not interested in new kaiju parts or deals until I hear something about (Y/n)-”

“She’s here!”

He dropped his phone and pencil. You here? What had happened? Were you ok? Was it real? “What?” He pinched himself, cursed, and smiled. “Wait, you’re not joking. My girlfriend, she’s-”

“Here. She’s in medical and-”

He didn’t need to hear anymore. He zoomed to medical and past the registration desk. Newt looked into every room until a doctor stopped him in his tracks. “My name is Newton Geiszler, and I’m looking for my girlfriend.”

“We can’t give out sensitive information-”

“She’s my girlfriend!”

The doctor checked his clipboard. “What’s your relation again?”

Newt shook his head and gestured wildly before sighing. “Newton Geiszler, her boyfriend. Now, please, I haven’t seen her in months and thought she was dead for a solid two weeks. Please.”

You were going in and out of consciousness as doctors bandaged you and gave you painkillers. “Newt,” you whispered. “I need to see” -you took a deep breath- “Newt.” You breathed through your nose and felt tears well up in your eyes. “Please.”

Your eyes fluttered shut. You pried your eyes open as you tried to fight the sleepiness that was pulling you into sweet repose. “Newt,” you whispered again.

Then, a familiar mop of light brown hair was outside your window and inside your room before you could comprehend it.

“(Y/n),” he said. He beamed and took your hand in his. “Hey, you’re going to be alright.” He kissed your hand and held it with both of his. “I’m here now. You’re going to be ok.”

You felt warm tears wash against your knuckles. You smiled. “My genius,” you muttered. You smiled as much as you could.

“I love you, (Y/n),” he whispered. He kissed your hand again. “So much.” His voice cracked as he talked, but it was more than enough.

“I love you, too.” With that, you let sleep take you under.

The next time you were awake, Newt was in the chair beside you. He was saying something under his breath. By his scrunched up eyebrows and scowl, you knew it wasn’t good. You took a deep breath and reveled in the feeling of your chest filling up. “Hey,” you mustered.

Newt gasped. He let go of your hand and hugged you. “My god, I love you.” He sighed. “I thought you were dead. You looked dead. I’m sorry. I tried to find you. I was terrified, and I shouldn’t have done anything to endanger you.”

“Hey,” you interrupted. You stroked his hair. “You didn’t do anything.” You groaned as you tried to sit up. You kissed his forehead. “It wasn’t your fault, Newt. it was that douche Randall and the Eastern Alliance’s twisted ways.” You smiled. “I love you, Newt.”

Newt’s bottom lip quivered. “If I was more humble and maybe less involved, you wouldn’t be in this mess. You wouldn’t have suffered everything that you did, and it’s all my-”

“No, it’s not.” You rubbed his cheeks. “It sucked, but it wasn’t because of you. You couldn’t have done anything.” You blinked the memories away and tried to suck it up for him. He needed you.

Newt nodded. In his eyes, you could see he didn’t agree, but it was a small step. “I love you,” he said.

You kissed his forehead and hugged him close. Newt groaned and climbed into your bed. You snuggled into his side and rested your head on his chest. As tears ran down both of your cheeks, you said, “I missed you so damn much.”

He nodded. “So did I.”

Your muscles still ached, and your head was a bit lighter than it should be, but in that moment, you knew things would be ok. Newt was with you, and after all you’ve been through, it was all you needed.

Done! I didn’t proofread twice like usual cause I’m really tired, but hopefully it’s not too horrible. I missed writing Newton!!! Ok guys, I hope I didn’t kill anyone with this, and uh... have a wonderful day? Read fluff? 

[imagines-dreams]

List for the Future - Newton Geiszler

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: violence, war, death, angst a lot of angst

Summary: You and Newt had been together for years. When you get recruited on a mission last minute, it changed both of your lives forever.

Word Count:3725

Newt and you were inseparable.

“I swear, I will die of sweetness,” Gottlieb had told the both of you several times.

You rolled your eyes. “What? You want kisses, too, Herman?”

Newt pulled you into his side. “Why are you offering that?”

You shrugged. “Just cause.” You kissed his nose. “Don’t worry, you’re the only one for me.” You pulled him by his tie and planted your lips right on his.

Newt blushed before closing his eyes and kissing you back. He sighed and kissed you again. He pulled you in by the waist and moaned against your lips.

Dr. Gottlieb threw his calculator on his desk. “I’m done with this nonsense!”

You laughed and pulled away from your boyfriend. Newt gazed at you, trying to form words, but it just came out as stutters. He gave up and tried to focus on his work. That tingling on his lips was distracting, though.

You patted Dr. Gottlieb on the back. “Don’t worry. I’m off. Reports are calling me.” You kissed Newt on the cheek and skipped off. Once you exited the lab, you leaned against the closed doors and smiled. Yes, there was a war. Yes, you have witnessed death before. Yes, you weren’t satisfied, but you had Newt. He made up for everything with his goofy smile and genius plans and predictions. And he was yours. And you were his.

It was more than you could ask for.

The room grew hotter, and you covered your cheeks and mouth to hide the blushing and smiling. If it was like this during the war, how would it be after?

You and Newt had talked about it of course.

You had been sitting on Newt’s cot. Newt had been lying down with his head in your lap as the two of you watched the news.

Newt groaned and turned off the tv. “No more of that.” He gazed up at you. “Have I ever told you how much you mean to me?”

You giggled. You leaned down to kiss his nose. “Many times, genius.”

He averted his gaze as a blush dusted his cheeks and fiddled with his tie.

“Have you ever thought of life after the war?” you asked absentmindedly.

Newt stiffened. “Uh...I mean, maybe. I mean I, of course, had thought about it. I would like to have you in my future.” He paused. Then, he shot up to sit next to you. “I mean, if that doesn’t sound creepy or anything. I mean, I know-”

You laughed and brushed his wild locks out of his eyes.

Newt froze. Then, he sighed and placed his hand over yours.

You gave him a short kiss and rested your forehead against his. “I’ve thought about it.” Blood rushed to your face, and you weren’t sure if Newt was looking at you or a strawberry. “I’ve thought about life after the war. WIth you.” You giggled. You didn’t want to say marriage. That scared people off. But, you have thought about it.

Newt beamed. “I would like that, too. Very much. Yeah, very much, and a small wedding or big.” His eyes widened. “Or none at all. I mean, I don’t mind.” He laughed a little. “I actually have a list of what I want in the future.”

You smiled. “Really? I should do that some time. What’s on your list, Newt?”

He took a deep breath and kissed you. “You.” He kissed you again. “As long as I’m with you, I’ll like life after the war.”

You giggled, and Newt leaned in to kiss you again.

You didn’t notice. What if… What if that wasn’t possible? Life after war and Newt’s list of the future. You stared at your thumbs and gulped.

“(Y/n)?” Newt placed his hand on yours.

“Sorry,” you muttered, “I just… what if one of us-”

He pursed his lips stroked stroked cheek.

“(Y/n),” he whispered, “we can’t-”

“No, no, we do need to talk about this,” you insisted.

Newt’s eyes shimmered with tears, and it made you regret what you said. But, you had to talk about this. You had been with Newt for years, and the war had been going on for more than that. Your friends were either away or dead. You couldn’t help but wonder if that could happen to one of you.

Newt stared at his arm and took off one of the many leather bracelets. “A promise that we'll be together.” He wrapped it around your wrist with shaking hands. When it was finally secure, he smiled.

Even when his smile was small, it still made you feel better. The thoughts of death and war and separation disappeared. You giggled. “I have nothing for you, Newt.” You pursed your lips.

Newt beamed and kissed your forehead. “I have your heart, don’t I?”

You shoved him away with a laugh. “You are too cheesy!” After a pause, you grabbed his tie, pulled him close, and kissed him again. “I love you, my Newton Geiszler.”

“And I,” Newt kissed you, “love you, my (Y/n) (Y/l/n).”

The two of you had remained in that position in comfortable silence. Thoughts had floated around in both of your minds, of marriage, of home, of love.

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n), please, report to the loading dock. Report to the loading dock, (Y/n) (Y/l/n).”

You shook yourself out of your stupor and jogged to the dock. You asked one of the commanding officers where you were supposed to be headed.

Marshall met you in front of a helicopter. “Ms. (Y/l/n), good to see you.”

“What do you need me to do, sir?”

He sighed and said, “This is last minute, but I need a Jaeger pilot.”

Your eyes widened. “I haven’t drifted with anyone for years, sir. WIth all due respect, there must be more experienced pilots.”

“There are not.”

You grit your teeth. What had happened to the other pilots? “Sir, I have no partner to drift with.”

“We’re desperate. They need back-up.”

“I need gear.” You needed to tell Newt. But gear was important, too.

“We have your gear in your new Jaeger.” Marshall almost smiled. “I will inform Dr. Geiszler of your new mission.”

You gulped. “Fine.” You licked your lips. “Wait. Sir?”

“Yes?”

You took off your bracelet and handed it to him. “My promise to Newt that I’ll be back.” Then, you stepped into the helicopter. You were handed a tablet that had your new partner’s information as well as the mission at hand. A lieutenant gave you more details. The location. The status. The monster.

“A double Category four?” you gasped. “Two of them? We’ve had one category three and one four, but this.”

The lieutenant shrugged. “Guess that’s why he wanted the best for the job.”

You gulped. You weren’t the best. You were retired, just helping the base whenever you can and trying to keep Newt sane. You hadn’t been in a Jaeger in years. You were being shoved into one of those with a new partner that you should’ve known for months through training. It was…

Sobs rattled your chest.

No, you were coming back. There were two Jaegers on the ground already. Maybe three could stop the double category four. Yes, three could stop a double category four. You had to.

You rubbed your wrist to make sure it was still there. A part of you was missing.

You shook hands with your partner, a girl built for war. Greta told you that her partner was still in a critical health condition. You two talked a bit. She was a child of two war heroes, and she was continuing their legacy. She didn’t like it at first, but she did it because she knew she had to do something.

You shared your story. Your upbringing, your downfalls, and your successes. Being a Jaeger pilot meant no lies. It would be pointless and just caused more pain when the two Jaeger pilots drifted.

Then, you were drifting with her.

After drifting, you checked your nose. Not bleeding. Your head wasn’t too bad. Your stomach wasn’t coming up your throat. So, you were ok.

“Newt’s a nice guy,” your partner commented with a sly smile.

You blushed. “Yeah.” You licked your lips. “Now, time to kick some ass.”

You and your partner fought with all you could. You fumbled a bit, forgetting a few key actions and controls, but your partner must’ve done this before. She stayed calm and instructed you to do things quite easily. The other Jaegers were a lot of help as well. They used simpler words that you have forgotten and explained complicated plans clearly. You really were thankful. They probably saved your life.

Right as one of the category four’s went down, another appeared, seemingly bursting from the ocean in an unneeded splash of waves accompanying it.

Your brain already ached like you had taken all of your subject’s finals in one day. Too many protocols crashed in your head like equations and acronyms.

Sensing your distress, your partner reminded you with a slight frown. “We can’t retreat.”

“I know.” You grunted. “We have to beat them.”

Meanwhile, Newt was searching for you.

“Dr. Geiszler,” a voice boomed.

Your boyfriend froze. He slowly turned around and greeted grandly, “Marhshall, sir! How are you?”

“Doctor, Ms. (Y/l/n) has left for a mission and will be back by tomorrow morning.”

Newt tilted his head. “With all due respect, Marshall, my girlfriend would’ve told me she’s going out of base. She’s just tricking me and playing hide-”

“I requested that Ms. (Y/l/n) return to her position of a pilot temporarily.” Marshall showed him your bracelet. “She told me to show to you as her promise to come back.”

Newt scrutinized the bracelet. He snatched it from the Marshall’s hands and felt it between his fingers. “No.” He heaved. “Wait a minute, you took a retired pilot and forced her to drift with a stranger? Even I think that’s crazy!” He laughed. “And I know crazy.”

The Marshall stayed stoic. “She knew the risks and took the mission.”

“Then why didn’t she tell me?”

“Because the mission was urgent. She had to leave immediately.”

Newt gripped the bracelet. “How many Kaijus were there?”

“Doctor, that information-’”

“I am one of two scientists that helps figure out what the Kaijus are and what they want. What was her mission, Marshall?!”

“There were two category four’s on scene. One had just been defeated, and another category four appeared.”

Newt’s eyes widened. Kaiju biology and fascination was overcome with fear. You were in a Jaeger with a pilot you met that day with a double category four situation. You gave him back his bracelet… Newt’s voice didn’t shake. “I need to talk with her.”

“Doctor-”

He growled and shouted in the Marshall’s face, “You will not have a Kaiju biologist in this base if I do not speak with my girlfriend!” Newt shivered as the anger was once again replaced by terror. “Sir, please,” he begged.

Marshall nodded. That was all Newt needed to run to the control room. He grabbed the microphone from an unsuspecting soldier. “(Y/n), please, are you there? (Y/n)!”

You heard Newt’s voice through your earpiece. “Newt?” You smiled. “Newt!” You pushed the monster off your armor with a groan. It was getting tiresome.

Newt sighed with relief. “Thank God! (Y/n), I’m going to get your through this, ok? I know those bastards better than-”

A soldier tried to swipe the microphone away.

Newt hissed. “Back off! That’s right, that’s my girlfriend in that Jaeger. Come close and you get-”

“Newt,” you warned. You reached behind your back for the sword, despite the pain that struck your shoulder. “Ready?” you asked your partner.

She winced as she reached behind her back. “Ready.”

The two of you brandished the sword and jumped on the Kaiju. However, the monster swiped the two of you away like flies. You crashed right into the ocean. You felt something crack, like a twig. You screamed.

“(Y/n)!” Newt ran to check your vitals. Both you and your partner were not in good shape. He gulped. “Ok, (Y/n), I need you to not put your weight on your right. Your partner, too. Sorry, what’s your name?”

“Greta,” the two of you responded.

Newt nodded. “Both of you, keep weight off of your right as much as you can.” Newt racked his brain. “Stay in the ocean. The water will take away a bit of your weight. Get the Kaijus to the ocean. Then, fight.” Newt inhaled deeply. “Does anyone have water for crying out loud! I am helping Greta and my girlfriend!”

Even with a broken leg, you laughed. “Newt!”

Right then, the kaiju leapt onto you. You pushed back, but your leg was crumpling under the weight. You reached for the cannon, but it was swatted out of your hands. Your partner swung the sword, but the kaiju decided it was a good meal. “We’re losing weapons!” you shouted.

“Really?” your partner remarked.

You buckled under the kaiju’s weight and fell to the ocean floor.

“(Y/n)!” Newt shouted. “Marshall, don’t they have any other weapons? Rockets? Another secret arm? More cannons? Marshall-”

“They’ve exhausted all of the weapons given,” the Marshall gravely stated.

Newt shook his head. “No, no. (Y/n)!”

“Newt?” you breathed. The suit felt like lead, and you were going down. It felt hard to breathe.

“(Y/n), retreat. Get back to base. Now!”

You pressed your palms against the monster and pushed as hard as you could.

Then, your left side burned. Your eyes widened. “Greta!” You glanced at the woman next to you. She wasn’t moving. “No!” Suddenly, the kaiju felt heavier. You felt like you got shot right in the head. The bad part was you were still alive to feel the burn of the bullet that passed and the hole it left in your brain. With no partner to drift with, the pain you and Greta shared crashed onto you.

Newt looked at your vitals. You were dying. Greta was dead, and the weight was too much for you. “(Y/n), leave the suit now! You’ll have a better chance swimming! Get out!”

You pushed against the kaiju once more. You had a few precious seconds to dismantle the suit that held you to the Jaeger. You unbuckled on thing. You took off one strap.

The kaiju jumped on top of you. Your arm was pinned down, and the other burned. “Newt!” you screamed.

Newt scanned the Jaeger plans and muttered under his breath. There was nothing. No emergency protocols. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. He ran a hand threw his hair, and he desperately tried to pull at its roots. Maybe an idea would pop out and he could save you. “(Y/n), please, you’ve got to try. Please, please.”

You lifted your arm, but the monster banged its head against your arm. Then, it cut the robot right in half.

Everything below your waist went numb. Your legs hung limply from wires. You couldn’t jump or run or even crawl. Water poured into the robot, and it was going towards you. “Newt,” you whispered, “Newt, I love you.”

“No!” Newt shook his head. “No, you are going to get out of this and get back your bracelet and we’re going to live to see the end of this war. We will get married and have kids and pets and visit Hermann and grow old-”

“Newt,” you said softly with a small smile. “I’m sorry. I should’ve-”

You stopped. Then, radio silence turned to static. Newt blinked. He gulped and tried to smile. “(Y/n), come on. You can do this. Come back.” He licked his lips and waited. “(Y/n),” tears dropped from his chin and he quickly wiped his eyes, “come on. I know you’re there.”

Marshall patted Newt’s shoulder. “Doctor-”

Newt slapped his hands off of his shoulder. “Get off of me,” he sneered. “(Y/n)!” he shouted. He looked at your vitals. There was nothing… No heartbeat. No breathing rate. No brain activity. “She disconnected from the Jaeger. That’s why.” Newt nodded and gulped and wound up his tie.

The Marshall opened his mouth.

“No! You do not get to speak. (Y/n)!”

Marshall whispered, “Please, escort Dr. Geiszler to his lab.”

Newt felt arms on his shoulders. He turned back and swatted them away. “Let go of me. I am the only biologist in this base, and I deserve to be here!” When the soldier tried to grab him again, Newt punched him in the chest twice and pushed him away. “Get away from me,” he muttered lowly. He rubbed his bracelet, your bracelet. It was still your bracelet. You were alive. You had to be alive. You had to be-

Two soldiers dragged him out of the room. “No! (Y/n)! Give her back to me! Give her back! I need to tell her! I had plans! I had everything!”

Then, he had nothing.

He had grown tired of screaming and fighting and even experimenting. He sat in the lab while Dr. Hermann Gottlieb tried to work. There was a thick air, full of unsaid things and painful memories. Newt could barely look at the floor, let alone the chair you used to sit in.

“Newton-”

“Don’t, Hermann,” Newt spat. “Don’t.” He stared at your bracelet, his bracelet, as tears slid down his cheeks. He sniffed. His chest shook with silent sobs as he continued to stare. The scientist wanted to stop staring at that damn bracelet, but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bare not to look at it. It was yours. The one thing he had from you. He needed to look at it. He needed to make sure you were real, that the love you two shared was real and…

Newt cracked and fell to the ground with a thump. He held onto to his empty dissection table and wailed. His empty chest kept on shaking, and he held his bracelet, your bracelet, tightly in his fist.

Hermann ran to his side, but he wasn’t sure what to do. He awkwardly reached out his hand, but Newt pushed him away. “Don’t,” he cried.

“Newton, (Y/n)-”

Newt sobbed. “Don’t say her name!”

Hermann pursed his lips. He really didn’t know what to do. The mathematician grabbed a blanket and threw it on Newton. Newt didn’t even bother wrapping it around himself, so Hermann did it for him. Newt shook his head and pushed both the blanket and Hermann off. “Stop it.”

“Newton, you are in bad shape.”

“Why does it matter?” Newt whispered. “I don’t deserve. I don’t deserve anything.”

“Don’t be ridiculous-”

“I couldn’t save her!” Newt yelled with puffy eyes and a stuffy nose. “I have Ph.D.’s a-and experience with some of the most terrifying monsters in the universe. I-I graduated from MIT, and I-I got excellent recommendations, and now it means nothing.” Newt jammed his finger into his chest, as if he was trying to pierce flesh or bones. “I couldn’t save the woman I love.”

“You could save the world, Newton. You’re a-”

“She was my world, Hermann! Don’t you get that!” New shrunk back into himself. “I don’t have anything. Not without her.”

Days, weeks, months passed. Newt had been given what was left of your things. A small box with a few photos of family, of the two of you. You had a few trinkets from travelling during the war. You had one medal for defeating a few kaijus way before you were with Newt. Newt was given another medal. One in honor of your death. He didn’t really look at that one that much.

There was no letter. Newt dug through box for some sort of closure. More than a shaky i-love-you and a broken sentence. Marshall told him that you had written a letter, but many things were lost when you stopped piloting Jaegers.

So, Newt searched for the letter. He kicked out the soldier who moved into your room and searched. There was nothing to find. He found one of his ties in the back of your closet. Newt cried for a long time until he couldn’t find any more tears.

Then, Hermann found something. “Newton, I found something.” He handed Newt a folded up piece of paper. “It was taped to your board in the corner. I thought it was yours, but it had better handwriting.”

Newt stared at it. Tears came and silently fell from his cheeks. He wiped them and unfolded the piece of paper.

It wasn’t a letter.

It was a list. He vaguely remembered telling you that he had a list of what he wanted in the future the day he gave you a bracelet. You wanted to make one, and you did. That list had a few things scratched out and erased. It had doodles of his glasses and his tie. His name was on the list. Newton Geiszler. However, what got him the most was the last thing on the list.

Newt’s smile. You wrote those two words as the last thing on your list. You labelled it as the most important thing on your list, indicated by words, arrows, and different colors.

Newt pressed your list to his chest and cried.

Hermann brought over a chair and led Newt to sit.

Newt doubled over, and, and when he saw his tears fall on your list, he wiped it off the paper and dried his eyes. Then, he did something he hadn’t done since you’ve died. He smiled. He laughed. Out of all things to put on your list, from peace and him and marriage and stability and happiness, you thought that the most important thing was his smile.

Newt held up the list to his eyes and beamed. Well, if he couldn’t give you peace, marriage, stability, your happiness, or even life, he could smile and think of you. It would be hard, but if that’s what you really wanted, he would try his damned hardest to do so.

SOOO MUUUCCCHHH ANGST!!!! I love angst. Writing it! I mean! I hope you all enjoy it!

[imagines-dreams]

My Best Friend Part 3 - Newton Geiszler Imagine

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: many mentions of war, reader with fractured leg, cursing

Summary: Part 3 to  My Best Friend (Part 2). As the Kaijus continue to rage war on Earth, Newt decides to do something stupid. 

Word Count: 3509

Newt’s scream pierced the air and shattered you. “Newt!” you screamed. You were still in a cast, so it was hard to move around in crutch. For once, you could thank Gottlieb for taking them from you so you could limp your way there. “That stupid man,” he kept on muttering. You found Newt with foreign machinery surrounding him. With the headgear on his head, you knew what happened.

His name ripped through your throat. “Newt!” You scrambled to him, limping with your cast, and crouched down. You cradled his head. You froze at the sight of the machine around his head, clenching to his skull like a metal spider. You ripped the device off him. “Newt, you idiot, wake up!” You held his head in your hands. “Newt, come on, please. I swear to God I will kill you. I already…” You pounded against his chest.  “Wake up.

He started mumbling and stuttering. “I-I…” A neurotic giggle here and there. “Aston- astonishing.” Another giggle that sent shivers down your spine.

You pursed your lips. You couldn’t lose him. Not to the Kaijus or his stupid ideas.

Newt’s eyes opened.

“Newt! Newt?” His eyes were glazed over, as if under hypnosis, and his gaze fell on empty spaces of air. “Newt, hey, look at me.” You cradled his cheeks. “Please, it’s (Y/n), your best friend. Please?”

Newt’s eyes found yours and, suddenly, the glaze cleared. He huffed a bit before whispering, “Hey, you.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “You’re high.”

“I-I’m not high!” Newt complained. “As y-you would say.” He was shaking, shivering like some abandoned chihuahua in a snowstorm. He wiped the blood from his nose away and cleaned his glasses. “Not high. Not high.” He muttered and continued to do so like a broken record.

Your eyes widened, and your jaw dropped. You frantically motioned to the machinery made from scraps and the Kaiju brain. “You must’ve been!” you screamed. “You drifted with a Kaiju! Newt, you could’ve died.”

“But, y-you see, I-I didn’t.”

“That doesn’t matter. Newt, there are protocols for this. That prevent your from, I don’t know, dying!” You clenched your fist. “Newt-”

“It’s my j-job, (Y/n). I find out through,” he stuttered, “Through, uh, t-the Kaiju’s biology-”

“Your job?!”

Gottlieb got between you two. “Stop your arguing. I am going to report this to the Marshall. We’ll see what we will do with this.” Gottlieb turned, but turned back and pointed at your best friend. “Or rather what Marshall will do with you.” Gottlieb rushed out of the room, muttering about his superior methods, while Newt and you continued to glare at each other.

You stood up and went to your work station.

Newt struggled a bit. He shifted in his seat. “Can, uh,  you help m-me?”

“Do you promise not to ever do that again?”

“Uh… yes.”

You turned around. “Show me your fingers and say it again.”

Newt stayed stiff and showed his hands. “I can n-not promise that.”

“Then, no, I won’t help you.”

“Bu-But, come on. It was for the, uh, for the cause. It could help us in the,” he motioned to the air and lab and you and him, “help us in the war!”

You furrowed your brow. “At what cost, Newt? Your life, you’re willing to risk that.”

“If you can r-risk your life building the Jaegars, th-the machines, I can risk it doing my job.”

He seemed like a mad scientist with no explanation or excuse for his madness. He was emphasizing random words like ‘can’ and ‘the.’ Sure, he did that most of the time, but he was stuttering more than usual, as if he couldn’t find the words that used to natural to him. His voice was usually fast, but it had become faster. But, you shoved your worry away. “My actions are within protocol,” you argued.

Newt laughed, cackled really, and motioned to your still-injured leg. “Within pro-protocol doesn’t guarantee safety, apparently.”

“My job is my job. Drifting with a Kaiju?! Newt, only someone with a death wish would do something like that.”

Newt shook in his chair, vibrating with anger. “I’m doing every-everything I can for this war, (Y/n).”

Just like that, an arrow struck straight through your heart. “And I’m not?” You had worked your butt off to get to where you were. You had battled tests and all-nighters and projects that had no purpose. You had gone into crime scenes and seen horrendous sights and have had nightmares. Despite your struggles and personal problems, you did all you could to help the war cause and to protect the people who needed protection. You’d expect that comment from Gottlieb, Mr. “Math-is-God’s-handwriting-and-your-theories-suck,” but not Newt.

Your best friend fumbled. His eyes doubled in size and were enlarged by his thick-lensed glasses. His mouth opened and closed like a fish’s out of water. “(Y/n)-”

“Save it.” You whipped around and continued to draw random shapes on your board.

Newt fumbled, stuttering a few incoherent words before trying to stand up. “I-I, um, you know that I didn’t, um. You see, it’s just that-”

Gottlieb and Marshall stormed in, and your conversation with your best friend ended. You listened to the conversation he had with the Marshall.

“Newton, I need you to do it again. I need more information,” Marshall demanded.

You stared at Newt and glared at the back of his head. He’s better not.

Newt licked his teeth. “Uh…I can’t.”

You sighed. Good.

“I mean, not unless you have a Kaiju brain.” You didn’t even remember f Newt called you back, but those words made you storm out of the room. Was no one aware of the dangers? Of the risks? It was Newt’s life on the line. Did anyone care about that? Newt was your best friend. You couldn’t lose him.

And yet, did he really care? Did he think you weren’t for the war effort? He assumed that you were just doing this for selfish reasons? Maybe the fame, the money that came afterward, the government secrets. Was that what he thought? Obviously, he didn’t think you were passionate about your work, if he made that comment…

You shook your head and shut your eyes. Tears were threatening to fall, but you wouldn’t let them. If Newt really thought that about you, then let him do so. You wouldn’t help him anymore. If he had a death wish so badly, let him do it!

After Newt was dismissed by the Marshall, he spent the next hour searching for you. You had left the lab with anger etched into your face. He needed to find you, talk to you before he leaves to find another Kaiju brain. He’d take you with him and all the while explain why he did what he did. Newt was desperate for your friendship again. Your best friend had felt empty and drained the moment he saw you walk out of the lab. He finally bumped into one of the doctors that helped you. “She’s in the ward. With all the running she’s doing, she needed another check-up.”

“Can you tell me how she is?” Newt asked in a soft voice. You couldn’t be hurt. Why wasn’t he there? “Is she ok?”

The doctor sighed. Knowing how Newt worked, there was no way to tell the scientist he had no clearance. “Dr. Geiszler, your friend’s still healing. She keeps leaving her crutches while fixing the Jaegars and running around the facility for who knows what…”

Newt looked down guiltily. You kept on running after him and Gottlieb, trying to keep them out of trouble.

The doctor continued, “Her cast keeps wearing down near the foot, and it’s preventing her from healing completely. Her leg is also swelling quite a bit. I’m suspecting the healing process is being delayed because of her daily activities. Her fracture hasn’t deepened, but it hasn’t, well, started healing yet.”

Newt gulped. He was going away to find another kaiju secondary brain. He wanted to bring you along, tell you that another person was going to drift with the Kaiju. Sure, it would’ve been a lie, but at least you’d be there with him. Maybe he’d convince you that what he was doing was something he had to do. And, there was a possibility that he could… become the dead hero or friend. He’d want you there. But if you’re still healing…

Your best friend stuttered and crossed his arms awkwardly, “So, uh, what would happen if, I don’t know, she had to travel for a job. Marshall might want her to, uh, examine other machinery from, uh, Philippines.” Newt scrambled. “Because, you know, they have new… machinery.” He gulped.

The doctor raised an eyebrow. “Well, she is definitely capable and determined, but if it’s all the way to another country, I fear that her leg may take even longer to heal. Especially if there is no doctor with her. If she moves too much, the fracture could turn into a break. And with the Kaijus and all… That proves to be-”

“Fatal,” Newt finished. He nodded. He couldn’t take you. No matter how much he wanted to. Newt stomped his foot repeatedly. “Ok,” he groaned.

The doctor looked at him quizzically. “Do you require a check-up, Dr. Geiszler?”

“Me,” Newt laughed nervously. “Not at all, nope.” He stared at your door. If he went inside and tried talking to you, you’d ignore him, give him the cold shoulder, or outright argue with him. If he explained what he was going to do, visiting Hannibal Chau to find another Kaiju brain… You’d hate him for going after another brain. If he did do that, he’d have to go with his initial plan and lie, tell you someone else would drift with the Kaiju. If he did lie, then you’d want to come with him. You’d being moving too much and that could be a fatal mistake. No, he couldn’t tell you he was leaving the base. You’d leave with him for sure.

Maybe he’d lie and say he was not doing it again. Not traveling when he actually was. Newt didn’t want to lie and leave or apologize. But should he choose one of those options? You’d be safe, that’s for sure. No matter what he did.

Question was, should he go without talking to you? He could die with you hating him. If he did talk to you…

Screw it. Either way, he knew he’d spill. You always knew when he was lying and you’d get it out of him. He couldn’t lie to you. Newt couldn’t talk to you. For your own sake.

Then, he thought what would happen if he refused. Surely, he wouldn’t be punished harshly, but he would stay and not drift with a Kaiju brain. He could stay safe and wait out your storm of anger and earn back your friendship. Newt smiled a little. There’d be no more worries or awkward tension, just you two.

But… he couldn’t. He had to do this. Newt was the only one who had drifted with a Kaiju brain before. He had to do it again. He could find the Kaiju’s weakness and stop the war. Then, you could rest and heal and forget the war. You wouldn’t be in danger. You’d hate him, but you'd survive.

Newt groaned and pulled at his hair. He would die with you, his best friend, his everything, hating him. But, at least, you’d be safe.

Hours had passed since you stormed out of the lab and ran right into one of the nurses. No one brought you news of Newt, Gottlieb, or even your job. The doctor said that you were to be kept in the room for observation, but you knew it was so you wouldn’t be able to move. Finally, the doctor released you.

“Instead of your crutches, I’m giving you a knee scooter to put your broken leg on. It won’t move as much, and you still have enough mobility to run back to the lab and your boyfriend.”

You rolled your eyes and reached for the scooter. As the doctor helped you get on it, you explained for the hundredth time, “Newt’s not my boyfriend. Trust me, not now.”

The doctor scoffed. “He worries about you like one. Shaking with worry when he asked me about your current condition.”

“He came here?” Why didn’t he come to talk to you?

“That he did. Although, he had to rush away. Something about some assignment.”

You growled. He was still working after what he just did?! Before the doctor could stop you, you sped out of the room and to the lab. In your defense, you were using the scooter properly.

Anger struck your mind. Your train of thought was not focused on the Jaegars you needed to fix or the plans you needed to create or the constructions you needed to schedule. No, you were concentrating on your best friend, the stupid idiot who was still working, despite the near-death experience that had occurred just hours earlier. You were going to storm in and convince Newt to stop working and scold him for even thinking of putting his life on the line.

Your voice boomed, “Newton!” You searched for him, but you only found a few of the people who worked under you. They seemed terrified.

“Alex?” You tilted your head. “What are you doing here?”

The young engineer wrung his hands. “We wanted to check on you, Miss.”

“Why?”

Everyone looked at each other, trying to urge someone to tell you something.

You laughed a little. “We’re in war. I’ve seen a lot. Come on, I can take it.”

Alex gulped. “Dr. Geiszler has left to retrieve another Kaiju brain.”

You could hear the pulsing and rapid and worried beat of your heart. Newt went out of the base. You cursed. He was going to retrieve the very thing that almost killed him! You should’ve gone with him. You should’ve told him not to go. That explains why he never mentioned the trip to the doctor. Just an assignment.

Wait. He would’ve told you that. Even if you were angry. A simple retrieval trip should take a day. No, there was something else.

“Why does he need that?” you sneered.

Alex shuddered. “Uh, I only hear rumors, Miss, but rumors… say that he needs another Kaiju brain to… uh, drift with.”

“What!?” you exploded. Your heartbeat became the ominous drums in your head, and that was all you could hear. Newt was going to do it again! That bastard! That’s why he didn’t want to talk to you at all. He knew you would’ve seen through his lies and prevent from going at all costs, prevent his glorious death of a hero.

You raced out of the facility and onto the deck. An official-looking man stopped you. “Ms. (Y/l/n)? You are not allowed outside the-”

“Base, I know. I need to find Hannibal Chau.” You tried to pass by him, but he stopped you again. “By order of the Marshall, you are to stay here.”

You furrowed your brow. “The Marshall? He authorized for an engineer to stay in base? Yeah right.”

He stopped you again. Then, he held out his tablet. On the screen was an order… by the Marshall.

You read aloud, “Head Engineer (Y/n) (Y/l/n) is to stay inside facility until further notice. Authorized…” You scoffed. “A few hours ago. Of course. Ok. I’ll stay.” You backed away slightly. When he turned around, you ran, but he still caught you. “Let me escort you back to the lab,” he offered.

You sighed. “Fine.” You turned around and muttered, “Damn it, Newton.”

When you listened to the news, you just got more worried. You couldn’t be left alone with your thoughts, because you’d just think of Newt. You worked instead. You helped the Jaegar captains. You sat in the control room with them, calculating probabilities of success, of partial success, of no success. You checked the stats of the pilot’s every five minutes. You helped get water and coffee. You did anything that would distract you.

It became time to leap into the breach and destroy it.

Then, Newt and Gottlieb scrambled into sight. “Don’t do it!”

“Newt,” you whispered. His eyes met yours for a brief moment. You weren’t sure what to feel or do. You were still livid, and yet you never felt that much relief in your life. Your best friend paused to look at you with sad eyes, but Gottlieb pulled him away. The two began to explain the new plan, but you weren’t listening. You just focused on the fact that Newt, despite his stupidity, was alive!

You shook your head. You built that Jaegar, and you were going to help. “Raleigh, Mako’s oxygen levels are low.”

“I could see that. I don’t think I can reroute it.”

“You can.” You placed yourself inside the machine you built. “I placed extra supervisions in a ceiling panel. It’s a different metal panel than the others.”

“Found it!” You continued to guide Raleigh through the Jaegar, your Jaegar. Finally, with everyone’s help, the breach was destroyed. Kaijus were gone and could never threaten the Earth again. The war was over.

You felt lighter than air. No more struggle! No more death! No more worry! You jumped and hugged the person closest to you. After that random person, you hugged the person next to you. Your arms wrapped around the man’s shoulders, and your chin fit perfectly in the crook of his neck. He smelled horrible, like a biology lab during a dissection experiment. And yet, you felt safe. You felt comfortable. You felt happy. And in the heat of the moment, you kissed his cheek.

“Uh…” the person drawled. “(Y/n)?”

Newt.

You pulled away from him. You said his name, you think. You must‘ve, because his face softened a second later.

You should’ve felt anger. You should’ve smacked him upside the head and steal his stupid glasses, but you couldn’t move. Instead, you stared at the floor. “War’s over.” You shrugged as if that was enough reason to kiss Newt on the cheek.

Your best friend reached up. You thought he’d scratch his neck of gesture wildly, but he just touched his cheek where you had kissed him. He blushed. “Yeah, right. You kiss people on the cheek when wars end. See it in books and-and photos and all.” He licked his lips and snapped his fingers a few times.

The two of you stood still in awkward and tense silence while everyone around you celebrated. Finally, after millennia, Gottlieb stared at the two of you. He scrutinized the two of you as if he was expecting something. Finally, he groaned. “Can you two please admit the infatuation you have for each other?! Your arguing gives me headaches, but this is ridiculous.”

You and Newt stuttered incoherent words, shying away from each other once more.

The British scientist hummed in anger. He stomped between you and Newt. He pointed at Newt. “By Jove, he blabbers on and on about your passion to help others and your immense intelligence.” He pointed at you. “Newt, this girl finds your stuttering adorable and admires your affinity for biology.” He pointed at both of you. “Please, spare me of the misery.”

Newt and you gazed at each other. You took a step forward. “My, uh, immense intelligence and passion, huh?”

Newt gulped and tugged on his tie. He seemed fearful, terrified, but the smile on his face was pure sunshine. He nodded and adjusted his glasses. “A-and, uh, you with my, uh… stutting,” he corrected himself, “stuttering?” He laughed nervously.

You took a deep breath. “Newt?”

“Huh? Yeah?”

“Can I, uh, kiss you?” Your breathing seemed to stutter as much as Newt’s voice.

Your best friend’s eyes widened. Then, he nodded. Many times. Eagerly.

You beamed. You grabbed his tie and pulled him down. His lips crashed onto yours, and you couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. All that anger and worry disappeared with that kiss. You could feel your hair stand on edge as Newt kissed you back with fervor you never expected from him. You gasped and pulled on his shirt, trying to get him closer to you. His hands moved to the back of your neck and your hair, desperately wanting you closer

You laughed into the kissed and pushed him up against the control panel that no one would need. After Newt let out a “Woah,” you kissed him again, shortly and sweetly.

Your smile couldn’t be hidden.

Newt’s glasses were askew, and his skin was glowing. “I love you,” he gasped. “Oh no.” He covered his mouth.

You laughed. You pulled his hand away from his lips and kissed him again. “I love you, too.”

Newt let his head drop your shoulder and you let your hands wander to his hair. Yeah, the war was over, and you had a home.

I hope you all enjoy this long imagine! One of my favorites now!.Please, tell me if it’s confusing in any way! Have an awesome day!

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Strangers When We Meet

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by To_Boldly_Go_Beyond

Oneshot. Hermann stays up at night in their new lab. Well, technically, his new lab.

Words: 2121, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Pacific Rim (Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Newton Geiszler, Hermann Gottlieb

Relationships: Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, Newton Geiszler & Hermann Gottlieb

Additional Tags: Pining, Uprising, hermann is sad and gay, What else is new, if you like letters this is the fic for you, if you like rainbows and sunshine it may not be

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Shattered Pieces

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by N1ghtshade

Series of one shots in my Shatter 'verse. Cute stuff and missing scenes mostly.

Words: 1519, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Shatter 'verse

Fandoms: Pacific Rim (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Raleigh Becket, Mako Mori, Stacker Pentecost, Newton Geiszler, Hermann Gottlieb, Chuck Hansen

Relationships: Raleigh Becket & Mako Mori, Mako Mori & Stacker Pentecost, Chuck Hansen & Mako Mori

Additional Tags: oneshots, Werecreature AU, werewolf raleigh, Weredragon Mako, Cute, Fluff, Missing Scenes

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The Demon I Cling To

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by CeiphiedKnight

PWP, post-Uprising. Like, immediately following the last scene. And I am so sorry about all of the exposition that comes before the boning. I just can't seem to help myself. Also, somehow there's some angst.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HERMANN!

Words: 1716, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Pacific Rim (Movies), Pacific Rim Uprising - Fandom

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Newton Geiszler, Hermann Gottlieb, Jake Pentecost

Relationships: Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb

Additional Tags: PWP, Just needed to get this out of my system, Oneshot

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[sweetjaegerlove]

by TimeTravelingWriter

In which the United Nations are idiots or that time when the Queen listened to M about how the “Wall of Life Death" is a ridiculous idea.

Words: 2189, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Of WIPs and Oneshots

Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Pacific Rim (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Stacker Pentecost, Newton Geiszler, Hermann Gottlieb, Hercules Hansen, Anthea (Sherlock)

Relationships: Mycroft Holmes & Stacker Pentecost, Hermann Gottlieb & Mycroft Holmes, Newton Geiszler & Mycroft Holmes

Additional Tags: Mycroft Being Mycroft, Mycroft is a Mystery, How Do I Tag, Random - Freeform, Uncomplete, WIP, do not copy to another site, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions

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[sweetjaegerlove]

by Macremae

Various drabbles from the universe of the series.

Words: 1558, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Mind/Body/Spirit

Fandoms: Pacific Rim (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Newton Geiszler, Hermann Gottlieb, Vanessa Gottlieb, Karla Gottlieb, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Original Non-Binary Character, Jake Pentecost, Nate Lambert, Jules Reyes, Mako Mori, Raleigh Becket

Relationships: Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, Hermann Gottlieb & Karla Gottlieb, Karla Gottlieb/Vanessa Gottlieb, Hermann Gottlieb & Vanessa Gottlieb

Additional Tags: Post-Movie: Pacific Rim: Uprising (2018), Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, oneshots

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