Of all the universes they could have had, this was theirs: A Newton Geiszler shaped thing trussed up in a cell, and Hermann Gottlieb desperate and unable to give up hope. . To save Newton’s life, Hermann is driven to tinker with the very handwriting of god.
From the Cambridge Universe of my fics Transcripts and Effort. This is a happier universe that is not a part of the Darkest Timeline (PRU timeline). Please enjoy this very sappy ficlet!
Every anniversary Newt made sure to remind Hermann that he’d had to propose 3 times before Hermann accepted.
The first time had been much too soon – 2019, after barely a year of poorly defined fumbling.
Hermann had pointed out that they hadn’t even labeled their relationship as such, and to skip straight to “husbands” before even properly deciding that they were together would strain their dynamic. Not to mention his (borderline neurotic) vow to refrain from making profound life changing decisions until after the war ended.
“The longer this takes, the more people die. Please understand, Newton, neither of us has time for distraction.”
Newt had not understood. And had cut off their relationship in an actually quite understandable huff.
The second time had been… unromantic. So unromantic, in fact, that Hermann had assumed Newt was joking. What with the two of them sitting on the bathroom floor intermittently bleeding out of their noses and taking turns to – ahem – use the toilet. The unpleasant after affects of their shared drift with a hostile alien hivemind.
Newt had lifted his head from its resting spot on his arms, which were folded on the cool edge of the bathtub to look blearily up at Hermann as he lit a candle to burn off some of the unpleasant odors and said, simply “Marry me.” Just like that. No preamble. Nothing.
“We as a fandom have to talk about-” No. No we don’t. You can talk about it if you want to. That’s fine, if that’s how you fandom then go for it. I hope it works out for you because I want you to enjoy your fandom experience. But if I’m in fandom for reasons that’s counter to, then I have no obligation to talk about it. I don’t have to talk about anything except what I want to.
“Okay but you have to talk about your fave’s flaws-” No! No I don’t! I have to be able to acknowledge those flaws when they come up. I have to be able to admit that my character has flaws, and accept when others talk about those flaws. But I don’t have to talk about them if I don’t want to. If I want to only focus on the better aspects of my fave, even if that means just shallowly talking about how hot they are, I can. That’s my choice, that’s how I’ve decided to enjoy them.
Fandom is meant to be fun. Fandom is meant to be a hobby. I don’t have to talk about any aspect of my favorite story or ship or character or writer or anything if I don’t want to. You know what’s not fun? Having to talk about the ways my favorite thing is bad every time I want to talk about it. Having to point out my favorite thing’s flaws instead of the things that makes me enjoy it. Having to disclaim before I get to sing something’s praises because “yeah I know it’s shit BUT”. No. I can know something is bad without needing to talk about it.
Avelera 