i was going into a sad spiral last night and this message just made me SO emotional so im gonna write it if youre cool…..
Newt’s warm, when he wakes up, which is not unwelcome, just…unexpected. Usually, he’s freezing no matter how many blankets he has piled up. Usually, he’s alone. Usually, he’s not in Hermann’s bed (because he is in Hermann’s bed, he remembers), and usually, he’s not curled with his back to Hermann’s side, and usually, he hasn’t just had amazing, incredible sex with Hermann that was so amazing and incredible he maybe cried a little bit because it was just so right, but it’s okay because Hermann was definitely crying too.
He’s all ready to be flirty about it–prop himself up with a hey, handsome, maybe, grope one of Hermann’s sexy strong biceps or kiss him awake or maybe drop a round two, hot stuff?, but Hermann’s already awake when Newt rolls onto his side to face him. And busy. He’s still shirtless (Hermann’s skinny and bony and hot, whole lot of perfect skin for Newt to mark up as he pleases, and he did please, so he marked it up plenty) and he’s got this amazingbedhead, but he’s also got his dorky little glasses perched on the end of his nose and he’s reading over something.
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.
OF COURSSSE…..this is so sappy but it’s all sleety and gross out today so i earned it
The later months of the year, in Newt’s opinion, are the best, if not just because it’s finally socially acceptance to eat a shit-ton of candy and junk and lie around inside all day. Newt eats a shit-ton of candy and junk all throughout the year, but he and Hermann usually spend their summers travelling or going to the beach (newly kaiju free, which is a plus, because Newt was finally able to actualize his lifelong dream of taking surfing lessons, even if he quit after two days) and Newt works all the calories off. Not October through December, though; he rakes leaves, and he shovels the path to their small townhouse when it snows, and sometimes he and Hermann will go for a walk through the woods, but that’s about it.
Basically, these days he gets some organic insulation in the colder months, especially since rationing isn’t a thing anymore and people are making pies and seasonal Oreos and peppermint mochas and everything again. He’s like a hibernating bear or something. He’s probably hairy enough.
Hermann’s very fond of his hot bod, which is a definite plus–he’s all skinny and bony, even with Newt making sure he doesn’t skip meals anymore, so he usually wraps himself around Newt in their bed or on the couch or when they venture out into the cold like Newt’s his own personal heater. It’s a win-win situation. Hermann’s warm, and Newt gets an armful of handsome husband.
I couldn’t think of a way to better enjoy Hobbit Day than to pay a little tribute to just a small sample of some of the amazing stories this fandom is lucky enough to be gifted with. There are many fics I’ve left out and will be adding to this list many times over before I’m done with it. Please feel free to let me know of any of your favorites that you think I might’ve missed as well!
It would not be impertinent to say this is less of fic rec post and more a love letter to this fandom.
Summary: Bilbo Baggins led a rather peaceful life, thank you very much, until an old acquaintance decided to turn it upside down, and he found himself agreeing to take a job that’s… let’s say not exactly up his alley, and might eventually cost him a little more than his treasured cozy lifestyle. Who would have thought tutoring a slightly menacing monarch’s more than slightly overbearing nephew could prove to be such an adventure? Bagginshield. Modern AU. King and I overtones. Novel-Length.
Thoughts: This was either the second or third Hobbit fic I ever read, and I honestly couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve re-read it. It was the first fic I ever added to my ebook reader just so I could read it whenever I wanted, and honestly, I could write an essay. The world building, the character study, the plot: it’s out of this world. I’ve read published novels that only had me a quarter as impressed as this story, and I wish I could pay money for it because I would buy multiple copies.
Summary:There’s a certain point where you can no longer ask someone what their name is. Thorin isn’t sure exactly when that point is, but he knows that it’s probably some time before the person in question saves your life. On the far side of the Misty Mountains, Thorin realizes that he never quite caught the first part of Mr. Baggins’ name, and he finds that it’s astonishingly harder to learn than he would have thought. Fili, Kili, and Dwalin are no help whatsoever. Bagginshield. Humor.
Thoughts: This is not a long drawn out romance, but rather a short humorous getting together story and honest to god it is unfathomable how many times I have read and re-read it at this point. I could almost quote it word for word.
AW THANKS!!!!! im always like maybe im flooding the tag too much but like…..it is there for a reason….. i think ill go w letters era pining for this just bc its so, so good…..i love newt and hermann young and head over heels
“Isn’t it one am there?” Newton says. “You should be asleep, dude!” Their connection is poor–Newton’s mouth continues to move a half-second after he finishes speaking and the picture is grainy, but not so much that Hermann can’t make Newton out. Grey t-shirt, messy hair, stubble, glasses reflecting the blue of his computer screen. And a smile. A lovely smile.
“It’s barely midnight,” Hermann says. He’s smiling, too. It’s amazing how giddyNewton makes him feel–how a simple letter, how the simple sight of him can improve even the bleakest of days. “I’m fine. Really.” He wouldn’t miss this for anything.
Newton adjusts his glasses and runs his hand through his hair. Hermann gets a flash of a strong, tattooed arm. (Newton’s eventual goal, Hermann knows, is for a full sleeve, maybe two.) “Sorry I was so late tonight,” he says. Hermann waves him off. It’s hardly the first time either of them have been late for their weekly Skype call, and it’ll hardly be the last, and Newton’s already explained himself over text anyway. “Finals. I had to extend my office hours.”
Here, though, no one cares so much who he is or who he’s ever been.The nearest town is a ten minute drive for Newt and he likes it that way, it allows Newt to have the solitude he never thought he’d be craving.
in which Newt buys a farmhouse as part of his recovery
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.
Chapter 24/25: Written In the Code of Time and Space
The fight continues
If you’re looking for something to surreptitiously read under the table to tune out your family this Thanksgiving, might I recommend a dark, comically meta, character-driven, dimension slider about the aching inevitability of human frailty even in the face of dire consequences and the promise of love? Featuring a healthy dose of humor to balance it out? Look no further! I’ve been working on this monster for most of this year, and it’s been a journey. I’d be delighted if you would join me for this final lap.
Almost…. done…..one last…. chapter. I’m aiming for Friday. Monday at the absolute latest, if only so I can have the pleasure of writing in a leisurely manner on Sunday.
Summary: Hermann doesn’t have anywhere to go for Thanksgiving, so Newt invites him over for food, family, and a little bit of flirting. Just a warm, fuzzy college AU to get you through the holidays.
“Hermann, nice to meet you,” he says. “I’m Newt’s dad, Jacob. That’s my brother Illia.” He points to the man at the table, then reaches for Hermann’s hand and shakes it with a little too much enthusiasm. He glances at Newt, winks, and looks at the two of them together, as a unit.
“Dad,” Newt says, a tired warning in his voice.
“What?”
happy friendsgiving pals, here’s my annual reblog of this fic lmao. i hope it makes ur stresses disappear and brings u warm autumn cheer (that rhymes lol) :>>
Avelera 