disclaimer: not all of these short stories are quote-unquote happy. that is a reflection of how i was feeling at the moment of writing rather than my view on a specific pairing. if i did not do your otp justiceâsorry! also note that some of these are post-canon, while others refer directly to canon events or are placed in between episodes (to the best of my ability). warnings (if any) will be listed in the header.
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#wingtober2025 day 31: wing
g team / ⍠birdy - wings
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âCould it get any more clichĂŠ than a picnic under the stars?â
Duo scoffs, but he doesnât really mind the setting or the company.Â
The sun said its goodbyes a quarter-hour ago, leaving the five of them at the mercy of the moon and her army of twinkling soldiers. Still, the sky isnât completely dark; pink and purple streaks stretch from west to east. One of the benefits of being confined to a natural atmosphere, heâs noticed after making Earth his homeâat least for the time being.
âWith you around, I can only expect things to get less sensible,â Wufei remarks, picking up a single grape from the pack he brought and savoring it.
Heâs recently become obsessed with eating grapes in the evening, something about melatonin and how it could greatly improve oneâs sleep. Itâs no secret he still has nightmaresâall of them do, in their own way. Duo wonât be the one to judge his way of coping, even if it seems more like a placebo than anything else.
âI try my best,â he replies, letting his body fall to the picnic mat with a loud thump. He folds his arms behind his neck, stretches his legs flat on the ground, and closes his eyes.
The air is heavy. It clings to his skin. The ocean isnât far away, and salt mist has reached them, leaving its scent as a souvenir. None of it feels comfortable or familiar. Heâs heard of how people on this side of the solar system feel drawn to the sea, to its uncovered mysteries. But to him, the sea is where he met Heero for the first timeâand shot him for good measure before the guy threw himself onto a missile and fell into open water. Not one of his best memories.
As if summoned by his recollections, Heero speaks next.
âQuatre, can you pass me a sandwich, please?â he says gently, measuring his words.
Heâs been trying hard to blend in, a mission in its own right. Duo can tell heâs tired of sticking out like a sore thumb every time he tries to simply exist in the world he sacrificed himself for. He figures thatâs why Heero always defaults to reaching out to them whenever he needs company, like this very afternoon. In a bag of misfits, heâs nothing more, nothing less, than himself.
Duo canât help but empathize.
Quatre humors Heero, handing him not only what he asked for but also a glass of iced tea. âItâs one of my favorite blends. I brew it myself,â heâd said earlier, a blush of pride and satisfaction coloring his cheeks.
Duo feels bad for him. Quatre has devoted himself to making everyone else feel comfortable in their own skin without realizing heâs denied himself the time and the tools to heal. Heâs growing thinner by the day, and his skin is breaking outâthe adolescence he never had hitting him hard at nineteen. Itâs probably stress. He looks stressed, and exhausted, even when he swears he isnât. Duo doesnât fight him on that, but he isnât sure Quatre knows his own limits.
He ignores the shiver running down his spine.
Trowa hasnât said anything in a while, which isnât uncharacteristic of him, but it leaves room for thought. He might be struggling the most, though he wonât say it out loud either. The circus had given him a place to be and a reason to exist for some time, but a serious head injury left him unable to join their most recent tour, and melancholy made itself right at home.
Duo heard it from Wufei, whoâd picked Trowa up on his Preventer ship on his way back to Earth. That day, the ex-pilot was barely recognizableânot because of the bandages that covered his face, or his recently buzzed hair, but because there was no light left in his eyes. And thatâs saying a lot, considering how Trowa has never been known to be particularly lively. Duo never asked him directly what happened, but he sometimes wonders if the injury was less of an accident and more of an inevitable consequence.
Without something to fight forâto die forâtheyâve all grown careless.
âDuo, I can hear you thinking from here,â Trowa says in his usual monotone.
Duo opens his eyes in surprise, then squints in the general direction where Trowa is sitting, ready to counter whatever is coming his way. What he finds there, however, is a cupcake being offered to him, along with an attempt at an understanding smile. Duo accepts both for what they are and bites into the cupcake right to its core, deciding itâs time to leave psychoanalysis to the professionals.
âHair looks good, Troâ,â he comments. Maybe to distract the others, maybe because he really thinks Trowa can sport any hairstyle with that face of his. Itâs infuriating sometimes.
âIt will grow,â Trowa utters, absently running a hand over the fuzzy regrowth. As if saying, âIâll go back to normal, just you wait.âÂ
Duo fears there isnât really a ânormalâ they can go back to, but he doesnât mention it. He allows the dread to consume him for a moment, and exhales to let it go.
âIt doesnât need to,â Wufei interjects. âChange can be good. For example, look at Duo and how he now thinks before he speaks,â he jabs, going straight for the jugular.
Duo chuckles in response, and the others follow in silence.
Yes, he has changed too.
His words, his emotions arenât the same they used to be, and some days he can barely recognize himself in the mirror.
Maybe thatâs why he spends so much time and energy noticing every detail about the other ex-pilots: because he doesnât want to be the only one with issues yet to be addressed. He doesnât want to be alone as he tries to figure out what is wrong with himâor why his wings were clipped before they could finally fly.
âGlad to be a source of entertainment,â he says, shoving the rest of the cupcake into his mouth and licking his fingers clean. âAt least I get to feel useful again.â
#wingtober2025 day 30: mask
duo x heero (x relena) / ⍠lucy dacus - big deal
warning: vague implication of infidelity
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It takes a thousand kilometers to have your heart tear away.
Duo waits for him at the train station, gives him a casual hug for a hello. Walks in front of him, carefree; leads him out, sits him at a ramen restaurant theyâre familiar with. Orders something for both of them, says itâs on him, donât worry. Fidgets with his braid. Asks about Relena.
âYouâve got your girl, man. You gotta marry her.â
His smile is black-and-white and blurred, a photograph taken many years ago. Rehearsed, controlled. Heero simply nods.
#wingtober2025 day 29: zero
trowa x quatre x wufei / ⍠vaundy - zero
warning: brief sexual content (post-canon, aged-up characters)
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Nails scratch the skin of his abdomen raw, aiming towards his chest, as another hand cups his face to leave him gasping, breathless. His hair is loosened from its ponytail and pulled back and away from his face, while fingers trail over the zipper of his slacks, coaxing them open.
His brain rots and spills out of his ears. Heâs too sensitive, too aroused. He asked for this. For years he begged for this, and stillâhe never thought heâd actually have it, have them, both of them, teasing him. Touching him.
âLet us take control,â Quatre whispers against his neck.
#wingtober2025 day 28: self-destruct
heero x duo x relena / ⍠dean martin - everybody loves somebody
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Duo isnât unfamiliar with the idea of self-destruction.
Yet he doesnât realize until itâs too late that his body, his heart, his soul have undone all the knots he carefully tied. That they are unbecoming what they were, destroying what he knew, melting in place, blending into something he no longer recognizes. He has no control over it. He just knows that itâs happening, and that he now loves, loves too damn much, and he hates the word andâ
Relena stirs in her sleep where she rests on his chest, and Heero plays absently with his hair.
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#wingtober2025 day 27: enemy
trowa x quatre (x dorothy) / ⍠sleater-kinney - good things
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Trowa stands outside the door when Dorothy visits.
Quatre insists sheâs not dangerous. That, in fact, sheâs quite a nice asset to have aroundâsomeone with priceless connections and guts of gundanium. He speaks as the businessman that he has become, but Trowa was never interested in taking part in that world. He feels as the boyfriend that he is, and since heâs the one who has to see the scar on Quatreâs abdomen every night, he thinks heâs in his right to complain.
âTrowa,â Quatre calls him, âwould you like to join us for tea?â
#wingtober2025 day 26: target
duo x wufei / ⍠patience and prudence - tonight you belong to me
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Wufei regrets moving in with Duo approximately once a week.
It was a decision born out of convenience rather than deliberate want. His lease was coming to its end, and Duoâs extra room was then empty since Heero had moved out. Duo was desperate for a new roommate, so much that he promised Wufei no loud music after ten and showers no longer than fifteen minutes. Wufei accepted the offer despite knowing none of these promises would last more than three months. Unlike what most would think, he does like the company of others sometimes, even if said others have extremely long hair that clogs the shower drain every other day.
Still, Duo sometimes tests his patience, and today is one of those days.
âSo waddya think?â he asks, holding two life-sized skeletons that are too close for Wufeiâs comfort.
âI think you should put these back where they belong,â Wufei says, pushing the cart further down the aisle.
âCome on,â Duo lets out an elongated whine. He dashes towards the cart with the skeletons in tow, limbs dangling in the air. âDonât you think they would look great by our front door?â
âDuo, we live in an apartment complex,â Wufei reminds him, still refusing to acknowledge the decorations as he moves towards the bedding section. He could use a new blanket this fall. âRemind me what happened last time you tried to leave your dirty boots out.â
âListen, Mrs. Whiteman might have something against my choice in footwear,â Duo retorts, âbut Iâm sure she will enjoy a lilâ bit of seasonal joy!â
Thereâs a nice plaid fleece on sale, and Wufei doesnât mind the emerald green color at all. He lists it in his notes app for later, and checks if there are any coupons available online. âIf by seasonal joy you mean giving the woman a heart attack,â he finally says, âby all means, be my guest. But Iâd rather not have to go to the police for a crime you committed knowingly.â
âZhang Wufei,â Duo nails the pronunciation just to work his nerves, âyouâre a Preventer. Youâre literally the police of police.â
âI am. And that,â Wufei points to the skeletons with his eyes before walking away again, âwill make you my target.â
âDonât flatter me like that,â Duo calls out, turning on his heel and heading back to the Halloween decorations. âTake me out to dinner first!â
Wufei rolls his eyes. He has taken Duo out to dinner multiple times.
#wingtober2025 day 25: stealth
heero x quatre / ⍠wallows - are you bored yet? (feat. clairo)
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Quatre restlessly roams his apartment in search of evidence, anything that could help him figure out the whereabouts of his wallet. Itâs been gone since this morning, and although heâs pretty confident it wasnât an accident, he has yet to find proof that can substantiate his assumptions, however strong they might be.
The clock hits five, and thatâs when Heero decides to come out of whatever hole in the wall he was hiding in, wallet in hand. Quatre runs to him in disbelief, smacks his cheeks silly.
#wingtober2025 day 23: camouflage
duo-centric / ⍠the decemberists - dear avery
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Meat sizzles on the grill, thick slices of pork belly that Duo has been looking forward to all day. Impatient, he flips them too early and sees red, immediately regretting it. Heero gives him a knowing look and takes the tongs and scissors from his handsâDuo wonders what are his credentials to do so, but acknowledges he never had any to start with.
The waiter brings them even more side dishes and the table becomes crowded, too much food for the five of them. More than his people could ever imagine. Camouflaged as hunger, guilt quietly eats at his gut.
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#wingtober2025 day 22: elite
heero x relena / ⍠son lux - stand
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Heero doesnât sit with Relena when she joins the table. He stays back, leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest. Thereâs a veil of hostility in the air, and he knows heâs the causeâdespite the more pressing matters at hand.
Under the guise of being her security, he watches as history repeats itself: the so-called elite of the world debating how to solve the problems they themselves created. Relena listens, counters, reasons. She cares, and Heero knows it, but he still struggles to smudge the line between being there because of her, and being there for herâwith her.
#wingtober2025 day 21: command
lady une-centric / ⍠anna jun - ai areba koso
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She mourns on Sundays.
Thereâs a florist she likes to visit. Itâs within walking distance from the office, and she takes a detour on her way back home to browse. Seasonal flowers are on display by the entrance, and she studies themâconsiders letting him know what time of the year it is and how beauty has fought against all adversity and persevered. But she walks past and heads to the counter, where with a quiet smile she asks for the same roses as every other week, and a card to write his name.
#wingtober2025 day 20: blast
trowa x wufei / ⍠coldplay - sparks
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Thereâs a firework show tonight.
Trowa stands in front of the mirror, manicuring his collar and cuffs. Itâs not supposed to be a date, but Wufei asked him quite assertively, so he supposes it could be one. The invitation came a week after they had a mouth-to-mouth incident, leaving the pub with hands exploring more than not; there was a phone call, and they havenât mentioned it since. But Wufei is prone to staring, and his eyes say too much, at least to Trowa.
âIâll pick you up at eight,â heâd said, little explosions of color blooming in his pupils.
#wingtober2025 day 19: flight
wufei-centric / ⍠ghost park - a chorus of rust
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With his binoculars, he spots a crane taking flight, wings broad and exuberant against the late afternoon sky. It soars above the lake, imposing; the ripples on the surface of the water seem to respond to the majesty of the bird and follow its movements. Itâs a solitary animalâhe canât find a flock or even a single other crane in the open field. He foolishly wonders if itâs lost, but the bird seems to know exactly where itâs going, what itâs supposed to do. What itâs worth.
Without his binoculars, he loses sight of the crane. The lake is still.
#wingtober2025 day 18: escape
duo x relena / ⍠laufey - i wish you love
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âWhat exactly are we supposed to do here, by the way?â
Relena removes her sunglasses and squints and squirms, visibly regretting her decision. Duo takes a quick peek at her cheeks, already rosy from sun exposure, before she decides that protecting her eyesight is more important than glaring in his direction.
âRelax,â she states matter-of-factly, âlike normal people do.â
The ferry has already left port, and seagulls dance for them on the top deck. As scenic as it looks, Duo knows heâs only here to keep Relena safe on her holiday. She doesnât take manyâperhaps because most people hired to escort her will follow her at all times. Duo doesnât. He hates the idea of being closely tracked himself, and he doesnât see why he should inflict that on someone else. So he accepted the job without asking for more details, and he lets her go away to buy ice cream at the convenience store when she mentions it. She returns safely with two cups in hand.
âFor me, Your Majesty? I am not worth it,â he teases.
âShut up and eat, Duo,â she says with a quiet snarl, but laughter almost escapes her.
Duoâs grin is wide and probably looks silly on his face, but he canât hide heâs genuinely excited for the offer. He takes the cup, and itâs cookies and cream, one of his favorites. Relena seems to have strawberry-something herself, which makes him realize she actually put some thought into which flavors to pick. Itâs sweetâthe ice cream, of course, and the gesture.
They find seats in the shade, and despite the somewhat busy deck, most passengers donât even seem to notice, or at least care about their presence. Duo has his braid in a bun to avoid curious eyes, and a floral bucket hat to hide most of his features, especially from the sun. Relenaâs choice of holiday outfit is less âI just came back from a tropical islandâ and more âMay I have a glass of limoncello spritz?â complete with a flowy white-and-navy striped dress and wide straw hat. They look like a couple that couldnât decide where to go for the weekend, and Duo chuckles at the thoughtâat the idea of Relena finding anything in him that is worth taking a chance on when she has the world at her feet.
He swallows a spoonful of ice cream and the sudden brain freeze is a welcome pause to his overthinking.
âHow do you like it?â Relena asks, not quite facing him, but not really looking away either. Thereâs a dash of anticipation in her voice, and Duo finds it adorable.
ââTis good,â he replies, and clearly he canât stop his own mouth before he adds, âbut the company makes it even better.â
He winces at himself, but Relena doesnât seem to mind the uncalled-for comment. She bumps her elbow into his side, and thereâs a faint smirk on her lips when she retorts, âYouâll pay for the next round.â
Duo bites back the urge to shove the whole cup down his throat.
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#wingtober2025 day 17: mistake
heero x trowa / ⍠sunset rollercoaster - mistakes
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Trowa serves him tea. It would be impolite not to, he tells himself as he pours hot water into two identical mugs and lowers the tea bags inside. Earl Grey, the tag reads, but he doesnât recognize the brand. Earth-bound. European, perhaps. Its origin shouldnât matter.
Before long, the bags rise to the surfaceâweightless, with clouds of color drifting outward and tinting the water in shades of brown. Light skims the surface, and Trowa briefly wonders what might be written in his own reflection. He canât see anything in there. He never has.
It doesnât bother him.
âTea,â he announces as he enters the room, making his presence known. Trowa knows too well how dangerous it would be for himâfor both of themâto startle the injured pilot, and heâd rather not risk it. Not with a pistol waiting, conveniently hidden beneath the pillow.
âThank you,â the pilot replies without looking. Heâs faring much better, though his mood remains suboptimal. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he stretches his limbs one at a time, testing his limits. Trowa notices how the bandages on his biceps are already stained crimson, despite the recent dressing. He wants to complain, but he knows how hypocritical that would be.
He sees too much of himself in the pilot who self-detonated his Gundamâso much that every mistake feels like his own.
And that does bother him.
âDrink before it gets cold,â he warns, placing the mug on the bedside table. His own still in hand, he takes a sip. The warmth soothes him from inside out, temporarily lifts an invisible weight from his shoulders.
#wingtober2025 day 16: mission
duo x quatre / ⍠indigo girls - power of two
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âDuo!â Quatre cries, door still half-open. âWhat brings you here?â
Duo twirls to meet Quatreâs gaze and tips his old black cap. âHeard you were bored of boring men in suits, so I came to your rescue.â
âWhy, how could you possibly know?â Quatre jests, opening his arms wide. Against them, Duo is warmâhis body, and the beautiful soul that inhabits it. Quatre has missed them dearly.
âLetâs go away for a bit,â Duo murmurs, chin on Quatreâs shoulder. âNew mission. You and I. None of this business bullâ. Just two dudes in a spaceship.â