Not great? This is actually going to be in the next chapter of Effort but here’s an excerpt because you sent this ask roughly 100 years ago and you’ve been so patient and supportive.
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“Is it actually inevitable?” Newt said steadily, “or are you just trying to prove your hypothesis rather than taking the data,” he gestured frantically to himself, “at face value. It’s bad science, Hermann. You’re being a bad scientist.”
“How dare – this is not a science exp-”
“EVERYTHING is science Hermann! What can I do? What further data can I provide for you, man? I love you! I’ve been busting my ass to prove it this last year! And you’ve just been, what? Wringing your hands? Driving yourself crazy with this, like, operatic downfall you’ve made up? What can I do? Tell me!”
“There’s nothing you can do.”
Newt stood and approached Hermann so fast that he didn’t clock the movement until Newt was right there in his face. “So just leave then!”
“I can’t! I can’t just leave!” Hermann hissed. It was as though Newt was being purposely obtuse. “I love you, and that complicates things, rather a lot.”
Newt looked like he was about to give a biting retort but stopped mid-breath, “Oh.” He said instead, visibly deflating. “Do you know you’ve never said that?”
“Said what?” Hermann blinked, “That I love you?”
“Yeah that.”
“Have I not?”
Newt grimaced and shook his head.
“My goodness…” Hermann mumbled, his defensive venom cooled by the distraction, “I let that go on a bit too long then didn’t I?”
“Yeah you sure did, bud!” His voice carried all the inflections of joviality but his face was utterly unamused.
Manny Flores has been with the PPDC for nearly a decade by the time he’s transferred to Hong Kong. He just wants to do his job. And he’s good at it. But when he receives the 15th complaint from one Dr. Hermann Gottlieb in only three days, his patience is running thin.
He wonders which of the two scientists would be more of a nightmare to cohabitate a working space with: Dr. Gottlieb – sender of endless petty complaints, or Dr. Geiszler, their hapless subject.
From a @geniusbeehive tweet requesting “…a fic from the POV of the shatterdome HR rep who knows hermann’s in love with newt before hermann does based on the complaints he files” (and I am not the first to fill the prompt)
All this Supernatural stuff and talk of Angels and Demons (one of whom is named Crowley) has reminded me of my fondness for Good Omens. Which inevitably leads me to the best/worst/most horrifically gut-wrenchingly sad fanfic ever written for the fandom:
In a nutshell, its a simple reversal where Crowley is still an Angel and Aziraphale is a Demon. But it goes so, so much darker, more twisted and more achingly beautiful than that.
If you haven’t read it and you like Good Omens, go do it now. Don’t worry, I’ll be waiting when you come back. I will even let you cry on my shoulder.
I actually love Good Omens fic! It was one of my earlier fandoms, one of my favorite fics of all time is Afrai’s “The Sacred and the Profane” (which you should read if you want to cry so hard you can’t see) so I’m stoked for the show to be good!
PLEASE OF COURSE I WOULD (also i AM going to get thru all my prompts eventually. mark my words)
There’s been a noticeable change in Newton’s demeanor since Hermann finally grabbed him by his stupid tie and kissed him last week. He doesn’t provoke Hermann into as many unnecessary arguments. He’s making a decided effort to keep his mess over his side of the yellow line. He runs errands for Hermann, too–he prepares him trays of food, drops off forms for Hermann, even on one occasion (to Hermann’s surprise) wiped down his chalkboard for him when Hermann complained of his leg aching more than usual. It’s a change for the better, frankly, though Hermann can’t quite figure out what Newton means by it. A thank you for the kiss? An apology for his past behavior?
And then, one morning, as Hermann works at his board, Newton brings him a cup of tea and looks up at him with big, expectant eyes. Hermann takes it. “Thank you,” he says, and, absentmindedly, pecks Newton’s lips.
Newton does not immediately get back to work, like Hermann had been expecting. Hermann copies out another line of code before he finally looks back at him. Newton is pink in the face and smiling, lovely and shy, and he leans in and brushes his lips over Hermann’s cheek before he scurries back to his dissection table.
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 19: Waiting for him to Reclaim
The PPDC is in new hands, and preparations are made to turn the Precursor’s Plan B against them.
For this chapter I commissioned a piece from @lydkyd-art. I highly recommend following them here and on twitter.
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