Title: on love matters
Author: tyrelingkitten/tyreling/Nekocin
Fandom: One Piece
Rating: T
Wordcount:Â 26,503 words
Pairing: Law/Luffy
Summary:Â Domestic au - Law doesnât realize heâs in a relationship with his roommate until itâs too late to back away.
THE WONDERFUL Artwork by @coloursdrawsÂ
Warnings: none, some near death experience, some bad words, lots of fluff.Â
AO3
Notes: iâm dead right now so so tired
but hereâs the fic iâve been working on for a while.
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Part of Wedding Date snippet. Can be found on AO3 under the author Tyrelingkitten.
Luffy is doing the Thing again. The Thing when he's so concentrated on a project, that his eyes sparkle and his smile widen and-
-and Law's heart just fucking skips several beats too fast.
"Stop that!"
Luffy blinks at him from his homework. "Stop what?"
"Doing that thing with your face when youâre happy. Stop it!" Law grumbles, before adding, "Itâs making me nauseous."
"What does that even mean? " Luffy looks at him as if Law's stupid, furrows his eyebrows together in confusion. "Being happy can't make you want to throw up! What do you have to do with anything with my face?"
"You'd be surprised."
"Was something stuck on my face?" Luffy rubs the back of his hand over his cheeks. "Do I have paint on my face?" Well, technically yes. Splatters of green and pink have all dotted Luffy's face.
Which looks messy and Law's hands are itching to grab a towel to wipe Luffy's face clean, but the messiness is kinda cute, but that is technically besides the point!
And Law's traitorous heart is just fucking beating too fast at this point. His face is starting to warm for no reason. "No-."
"Then what is this thing? Something to eat?" Luffy prods him with a finger.
Law never had any problems with them sitting close before. He never had any problems with getting into each other's faces whenever they argue over the stupidest things before. But the Thing that is hard to explain when your fake-date (?) is leaning way too close into your personal space. Oh gosh, tooclosetooclosetooclose!
Law drops his face into his palm while his free hand shoves Luffy's face away. "Ugh, dammit. Never mind. Go sparkle elsewhere." Â
Luffy squawks as he falls from the sofa he is sharing with Law. "For someone who's a genius, you make no sense at all, Torao." He grumbles and grabs his painting supplies to sit on the other side of the room. "I'll be over here while you can vomit there for all I care."
"You're doing that thing again. Stop it."
"What?"
"Stop it."
"Stop what, Torao?"
"Just--stop."
"Torao, are you stupid?"
"What kind of question is that? No, of course not!"
"See? That's what I mean. What are you even on about, Torao?"
"It's... it's making me nauseous."
"Again?" Â Luffy crosses his arms to glare at Law. "All right. If this is what's making you sick again, I'm going."
"Wait! I'm not sick. I never said anything about being sick."
"So what's nauseous then? Nauseous of being here, with me?"
"Just-." Law aborts his long-winded explanation when he realizes Luffy's expression is looking more annoyed than he has ever looked before in Law's presence. The only time Law has ever seen him this annoyed was when he is trying to solve math problems Law gave him as homework. "You look so happy. Happy to be here."
"Of course I am." Luffy glares at him.
"... To be with me." Law finishes as he turns his face away in shame.
After a long awkward silence, Luffy finally realizes, "... oh."
"I am trying to make sense of why you're even... this happy." Law releases a hollowed sigh "I'm sorry about those comments. It wasn't my intention to insult you. It's just-- I'm not sure why you're happy to be here. With me." Â
"Torao, you idiot." Luffy sighs and before Law could snap back like a cat raising its fur, Luffy presses his face into into Law's shoulder and relaxes. "I like you. Why wouldn't I be happy to be with you?"
"... I don't know." Â
"That's it." Luffy said seriously. "We should go on a date!"
"What?"
"Clear your schedule. We're going out today."
"Wait, Luffy!
"I know! We can go camping and mountain climbing today! Pack up, Torao! Let's go on an adventure trail! It'd be awesome!"
"You're not even listening--!"
Luffy presses his lips to Law's jaw and darts off to get their backpacks ready.
Oh. Â
Just trying to beat writer's block. Writing cute and OoC. Before a big writing event.
fake dating au nobody asked for - Law/Luffy snippet
---
Everything was going well so far. Mom and dad were intrigued with his guest. Lamy and Cora were delighted he even brought anyone along. The many aunties and uncles from were all tittering and saying vague pleasantries when Law introduced his plus one.Â
Luffy was playing the part rather well, Law admitted grudgingly. Well, to be fair, nobody got to ask anything more than âOh, who is your date, Law?â because Law was steering the conversation quickly towards his studies, his residency and random anecdotes while constantly plying steaks onto Luffyâs foam dish to keep him occupied. While his actions seemed sweet from the outside, Law was doing it to keep Luffy from blurting âYouâve got it wrong. Iâm not dating Torao. Iâm just here for the free foodâ to everyone who bothered to ask.Â
Still a few faces to greet and they will hide in the gardens to get away from the growing wedding guest crowd, Law told himself and Luffy could get that steak discount card for his efforts by just standing beside Law, wearing a suit. Luffy really outdone himself. Formal wear, technically would make anyone look sophisticated, made Luffy stand out a little more.Â
Until someone finally got the guts to ask the million dollar question.Â
âSo, how did you two meet?â Of fucking course, itâd be Doflamingo to prod. âLaw, you donât seem to be have overlapping social circles to hang out with Mister Monkey.â
It was one of the top five questions anyone would expect if they decided to bring a significant other as a date on a big event like a friendâs wedding. Â
Thank goodness Law had drawn a meticulous plan and went through with it with Luffy for hours beforehand in case anyone would ask. They even practiced kissing in case anyone wanted them to be mushy but that was besides the point...
 âAt school.âÂ
âIn jail.âÂ
Law and Luffy blinked at each other.Â
âThe library.â
âDrug bust.âÂ
The blank look he received in return made Law suppress a grimace. The idiot forgot the plan.Â
âNo, Luffy. It was at school. We met through Biology class, because you were looking for a tutor.â Law quickly tried to salvage the situation. âRemember?â
âReally? I thought we ended itâs that one time we ended up together in Smokeyâs car-âÂ
Law interrupted him immediately.Â
âNo, we didnât! Before that! You were walking around in circles looking for a library and then a tutor. And I had to haul your lost ass back to the dorms.â
âAre you sure?âÂ
âYessss. You were failing Biology class so bad that the TA had to send you to me.âÂ
Law glared menacingly at Luffy. Get the hint, you idiot!Â
âAll right, my bad then. I was lost back then, so you saved me. Thanks Torao.âÂ
Doflamingo let out his usual creepy laugh.Â
Law shuddered inwardly.Â
âSeems like you two are made for each other.â Doflamingo heralded dramatically, clapped Law on the shoulder and sauntered off, laughing all the way to his designated table.Â
Why did it have to be Doflamingo? Did he realize something wrong? He probably would. He was the kind of person who would take one look at Law and simply know something was up. And Luffy made it easier by simply presenting the truth on a silver platter to the one person Law would rather not talk to on a wedding.Â
âGreat! Now heâs going to tell everyone.â Law grumbled. Everyone will end up looking disappointed with him for deceiving them.Â
âAre we busted?â Luffy asked, as he stabbed four more steaks from the buffet table with his fork.Â
âMost likely.â Lawâs shoulders dropped. âWe were doing so well too until now.âÂ
âDoes that mean--â Luffy slumped. âNo more food?âÂ
âWait- how big is your stomach at this point? Didnât I just give you like ten dishes of chicken and steak?âÂ
âIâve still more room for the cake, if thatâs what youâre worried about.âÂ
Law dragged a hand across his face. Luffy is an idiot. And Law is an idiot too, for getting himself into this situation. He should have never asked Luffy to pretend to be his plus one. âWe should go before Doffy tells everyone about us.â
âBut why should we play pretend anyway? I actually think youâre a nice guy to be with. We should definitely make this official between us and tell them we were having a disagreement all the time.â
â... Is that a confession?âÂ
âNo?â
âLuffy-âÂ
âDo you want it to be?â
âLuffy-ya, if youâve confessed to me weeks ago, we wouldnât be need to do this whole charade in the first place!â Law snapped.
âBut itâs not a charade anymore. Weâre now official!â
âSays who?â
âSays me.â Luffy harrumphed. âNow, stop fretting and eat your food. The meat is getting cold.âÂ
--- end ---Â
I just wanted to write something. Lawlu it is. Even if itâs snippet.
So--- as you can see, they prob wonât ever be able to pull a fake date au. lmao.
Anyway, Iâm too tired to fix some discrepancies but thank you for reading this.  Â
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Well guys, itâs been fun, but unfortunately, we have to call an end to our End of Summer Tropefest.
Many many thanks to everyone who participated and created - this wouldnât have been possible without you!
Thanks, also, to those who encouraged, commented, kudosed and squeed over all the contributions - remember, feedback keeps creators from eating brains! You keep this fandom going with your endless supply of love!
Keep your eyes peeled for an announcement about Unnatural November!
Sorry, was a bit late trying to get some writing done.
Title - Weird
Fandom - Gundam Wing
Trope - Roommates AU/Spy AU
AO3
âI think my roommate is a vampire.â Duo said one night when he was out drinking with his best friend. His friend had stopped drinking and stared at him, before spraying their drink at Duoâs face and guffawed at the same time. He nearly fell off his chair when he clutched his sides for laughing too much.
âYou are disgusting. Ugh.â Duo wiped off the spittle from his face with a grimace.
âSorry, Iâm sorry hahahaha here--some towels. But Duo, do you know how ridiculous that sounds? A vampire? In the middle of twenty-first century?â His friend grabbed some towels from the nearest table and offered them for his face.
âIâm being serious, Quatre. I never see him come out of his room at all. His face is always so pale and bloodless. The only time I see him is at night. And thatâs not saying much. And one time I saw some blood splatters on his clothes.â
âIs it the same guy you thought was a drug dealer?â Quatre asked.
âYeah, same guy.â Duo sighed and downed last of his beer in one go.
âMaybe he only does graveyard shifts, like Trowa.â Â
Duo frowned as he considered their other friend, who couldnât make it for their night out. âHe doesnât look like a doctor to me though. Not like Trowa though.â
âHow so? I think Trowa doesnât look like a doctor either. Unless he wears that white coat.â Quatre muttered. âAll those tattoos on him should be illegal.â
âQuat, you should ask him out sometime.â Amused, Duo took a swig from his beer, only to realize his bottle was already empty. Sighing, he set the bottle down and folded his arms.
âNo way! Weâre not talking about the traitor who couldnât come tonight!â
âQuatre, youâre drunk.â
âNo, Iâm not. And leave Mister Perfect Tats out of this.â
âIâll tell Tro you think heâs hot.â
âI do not.â Quatre sounded scandalized. âWeâre not talking about him! And donât you dare tell him, Duo, or youâll be sorry!â
Duo held his hands up in peace. âAll right, all right.â
âWeâre talking about your vampire, drug dealer, weirdo, whatshisnameagain roommate.â Â
âHis name is Yui. He didnât mention a family name though.â Duo tried to remember the few times his roommate had spoken to him and wondered whether they actually gave him their full name or not.
âYeah, him. Yui. Weâre talking about Yui.â Quatre grumbled. âWhy didnât you just ask him what he does for a living?â
âWhen can I do that? Itâs not like I can catch him on his way out of the apartment.â
âYour mind is always running around making crazy assumptions. Maybe you should talk to him sometime. Ask him about his job and whatever else you find interesting about that guy.â
âFine.â Duo decided. âIf you donât see me again next friday, my vampire roommate has probably sucked me dry by then.â
On hindsight, itâs probably because of Quatre Duo hadnât been able to think of anything else, except trying to come up with cue words or phrases to initiate contact with the very reclusive Yui. Still buzzed from the alcohol, Duoâs mind decided to produce various, safe conversation topics and scenarios on his way back home. Like food! Wouldnât it be nice to invite Yui for dinner? Or maybe trade detergent secrets. How did Yui even make his laundry smell fresh but odorless, despite that one time Duo had caught Yui dressed in filthy rags? While his mind was occupied, Duo absently took out his keys to open the front door. He toed off his shoes and finally turned on the lights.
âHoly shit!â Duo jumped back.
The living-room was a mess. Broken glass was strewn everywhere across the floor. The bookcase had tumbled down. The pillows on the sofa were torn, shredded into pieces, their feathers were flying everywhere. The far wall that was probably Yuiâs room was riddled with holes. Bullet holes? Three bodies laid motionless across the floor. Dead? Duo wasnât sure. He was too occupied with staring at two people on the floor at his feet, who were very much alive.
And one of them was Yui, who recovered quickly from the shock of either light flooding the room or Duo standing at the front door, wrestling with an unknown man, struggling to escape the chokehold, until Yui finally retaliated with slamming his head backwards and knocked his assaulter out by stabbing some electric rod into his side.
âWelcome home, Duo.â Yui said, smiling, or trying to sound charming as he crawled up on his feet, patted his slacks. His face wasnât that pretty to look at, not with bloodtrail coming down from his nostrils and the black and blue bruises on his cheekbones and the corner of his left eye.
Duo crossed his arms and glared down at his roommate. âYouâve got some explaining to do.â
âAll right.â Yui winced. âLet me make a quick call to my boss first to get this all cleaned up.â
âWhy? Donât you mean the police? Are you some sort of assassin?â
Yui snorted. âNothing that fancy, Iâm afraid. Come into the kitchen while we wait for my crew to clean up. Iâll make you some tea.â
âUhm.â Duo flicked his gaze down to the prone bodies in his living-room.
âI wouldnât worry about them.â Yui said dismissively. âTheyâre just out cold.â
âIâm not worried about them.â Duo heaved a sigh. âJust--who the hell are you anyway, Yui? Â Is that even your name?â
Yui stared at him in consideration before reaching into the inner pocket of his bloodied dress shirt and flipped out a badge. âIâm Special Agent Heero Yuy. I work for Preventers.â
âDamn.â Duo breathed, studying the badge and the picture carefully. âItâs real. Youâre a spy?â
âNo. A special agent.â Agent Yuy corrected.
âIs it not the same?â
Agent Yuy pressed his lips into a thin line and sighed. âLetâs have tea, then Iâll explain it to you more clearly.â
Notes: I'm so utterly exhausted /Laughs/ I couldn't decide what kind of trope to write until the very last minute.
Title -- The thing everyone seems to know
Fandom -- Gundam Wing
Pairing -- Heero/Duo
Trope -- Domestic AU/Everyone thinks theyâre dating AU
AO3
âOkay, fresh onions, basil, detergent, soap and a bottle of shampoo. Check. Anything else youâd like from the store?â Heero said as he make quick notes on a pink cat-shaped memo pad Wufei had gifted him.
 Duo sat on the edge of Heeroâs table, one leg dangling while the other firmly on the floor.. âThrow in some food and beer. Have I mentioned that the guys are coming over later tonight?â
 âOkay. What time?â
 âI dunno. Maybe nine? Wufei and Tro can make it at eight thirty but Quatre said he wasnât sure.â
 âOkay.â Heero paused to look over the list again, trying to remember if their refrigerator needed stocking. âWould you mind if I pick up some more toilet paper, I think weâre running low. And hot dogs maybe? For tonightâs dinner.â
 âNope. Go right ahead.â Duo said readily and then grimaced. âDo we have to eat hot dogs for dinner?â
 âHmmm, what would you like for dinner then?â Heero furrowed his eyebrows at Duo. The idea of eating only hot dogs also didnât sit quite well with him, especially not when they were having friends over. âI can get some pasta and beef and alfredo sauce later.â
 âNah, never mind that. I donât feel like cooking tonight. Have you seen my shift? I feel like Iâd be dead on my feet by the time I clock out. And I doubt you have time to whip up something quick. Arenât you on that Basil case? How about take-out? We can get some Thai, that whatsitname we went last month. They have some great spicy stuff. Iâm sure the guys wonât mind.â
 Heero nodded. âUnderstood.â He quickly crossed âhot dogsâ off his list and added âThai take outâ beside the note. âAnything else before I forget?â
 Duo raised his eyes to the ceiling, looking thoughtfully. When nothing came to mind, he shrugged. âDunno. Nothing comes to mind.â He dug out his wallet and took out the card. âHere, use my card.â
 Heero shook his head. âNo, itâs fine. Iâll pay. You can do the groceries next week.â
 âRoger.â Duo saluted without a fuzz and slipped his bank card back into his wallet. âIâll text you if I remember anything else for our groceries.â Duo patted Heero on the shoulder as he turned on his heels and made his way out of the office. âWell, gotta go. Iâll see you later tonight. Bye.â
 âStay safe.â Heero called out after him and received a distracted wave in response. Â
 Once Duo was out of sight, Heero added âcooking oilâ and âkitchen towelsâ at the end of the memo. Maybe he should add some eggs and orange juice. Oh yeah, bread. Need bread for sandwiches.
 âHeero.â
 Itâs only when he heard his name that Heero realized he had forgotten something. Or rather someone.
 âRelena? Oh!â His eyes widened when he finally raised his eyes from the memo to look at the laptop screen where Relena was staring back at him in amusement. âSorry. I forgot. I didnât mean to ignore you. That was Duo, by the way. Weâre just discussing for tonightâs dinner. Youâre invited as well. If youâre free tonight.â He babbled.
 Relenaâs eyes were twinkling with mirth as she brought a cup to her lips and sipped. âOh, donât mind me. You seem to be having so much fun there.â
 Heero winced. âIâm sorry. That was rude of me.â
 Relena waved it off with a flap of her hand. âIâve still five minutes to go before my meeting.â    She rested her elbows on the desk and laced her fingers together. âTell me, Heero.â She said seriously. âThereâs hearsay buzzing around both you and Duo. Are they true?â
 He blinked. âIâm sorry, are you asking me about rumors?â
 âAre you two together?â
 His face burned. âNo--Duo and I--â Â
 âOh dear.â Relenaâs smile turned remarkably evil. âDuo mentioned you two went somewhere last month. As in together. A date! Was it one? Not a date? No? This is just marvelous!â She gleefully pulled out her personal phone and tapped a number with one hand while the other wiggled goodbye. âHeero, Iâll talk to you later next week. Bye~ why hello, Dorothy. You would not believe what I just heard from He--â
 Then the video feed cut off before Heero could demand an explanation.
  âItâs the way you two act around each other.â Trowa said solemnly later that night, popping popcorn into his mouth while he lounged lazily across the couch.
 âWait a sec, you two arenât actually together?â Quatre demanded from beside him. âWhy the hell not?â Â
 âCouldâve fooled us.â Wufei snorted, shoving a hand into the popcorn bowl and flick one stray kernel at Quatre when Quatreâs knee shoved his shoulder.
 âIs it because youâre shy?â Trowa prodded. âThis is Duo weâre talking about. I thought you were very comfortable with each other. Didnât you say you could talk about anything and everything with him?â
 âDonât worry, Heero. Iâve the perfect date plan for both of you. Let me get my notes first-â To Heeroâs horror, Quatre rapidly tapped his phone screen with his pinky, trying to avoid getting his oily fingers on the surface and he pulled up a document.
 âI told you we shouldâve ordered some toys for them.â Wufei grumbled.
 âYouâre just mad because you lost the bet.â Trowa flicked a popcorn at Wufeiâs head.
 âDidnât you lose a chunk too?â Wufei elbowed Trowa in the ankle.
 âItâs all for a good cause.â Trowa said loftily.
 âYouâre all the worst friends ever.â Heero grumbled. âI need new friends.â
 âThatâs what Duo would say! See, youâre even saying things you wouldnât normally say. I think thatâs brilliant!â Quatre beamed. âSo whereâs Duo anyway?â
 The door handle rattled with the sound of clinking keys and then Duo stepped in, âHey guys, sorry, Iâm late. Got caught up with work. And then traffic.â
 Heero was immediately at the door as well, silently helping Duo out of his jacket and unwind the thick scarf from around Duoâs neck. âWelcome back. We ate without you though.â
 âAww, itâs fine. I am--â Duo checked this watch. â Geezus , about two hours late! Sorry everyone.â
 âIâve wrapped your dinner up already. Should I warm it up right now?â Heero asked as he hung the jacket in the foyer.
 âOh, thanks, Heero. Youâre a lifesaver!â Duo kicked off his boots and quickly lined them on the shoe rack when Heero cleared his throat. âCan you also get me something cool to drink?â
 âIced tea with lemon slices?â
 âYes, my throat is parched!â
 âBe right back.â Heero headed to the kitchen, passed the living-room and gave his friends a pointed glare. âNot a word.â
 Duo settled on the single couch, sinking deep into the cushions with a sigh and put his feet up on the footstool. âSo~~ what did I miss?â
 âTwo Clueless Specimen In Their Natural Habitat.â Wufei answered promptly.
 âThat sounds fascinating. But what is it about?â Duo wiggled his toes.Â
 Trowa and Quatre shared a look with Wufei, before they all sport identical evil smirks. âPopcorn, anyone?â Trowa raised the bowl he had been monopolizing.Â
Notes: At this point I'm exhausted churning so many stuff in one go and my bad title-ing. *laughs* Still one day to go.
Title - Winter vacation gone wrong
Fandom - Gundam Wing
Pairing - Trowa/Quatre
For - lil-1337
Trope - Cuddling for warmth AU
Note - sequel to this story.Â
AO3
The storm raged on the whole night. Quatre knew this because he had been keeping his eyes on the clock ever since Trowa had finally decided not to pester him with his too-charming presence. The wind howled outside the walls of the cabin. (Hopefully not exactly wind spirits asking Quatre to open the door for them.) Thick snow had obscured the windows in layers of white and gray. It was too difficult to make out some path that would lead him back to the Resort Quatre and his family had booked. Not in this weather. Thank goodness Trowa had found him before the storm hit. Quatre would be dead by now if he were still out there.
Trowa had the forethought to offer him the phone--the only means of contact that connected the cabin owner with the world outside these wooden walls--and Quatre had immediately left a message at the Resortâs front desk, telling his family that he was alive and he was hiding out from the storm in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. If the storm continued to last longer than one night, like Trowa had predicted, at least Quatre had left his family a clue where to check first once the storm passed.
Next time, Quatre decided, heâd definitely go to the Caribbeans and become a beach bum. Much better than freezing his ass on the wooden floor.
Despite the cabin having the right insulations to keep the worst cold at bay, Quatreâs body still shivered. He pulled the blanket closer around his huddled body and pressed his nose into the scarf.
His clothes got wet during his tumble down the mountains and were hanging in the bathroom to dry. All he was wearing were some of Trowaâs spare clothes: a thick woolen sweater with a rather creepy-looking Santa Claus, thick leggings that were a little too long and fuzzy socks. To ward off the cold that seem to be seeping into Quatreâs very being, Trowa had lent him a scarf and the throw blanket from the couch.
That was starting to be a very bad idea.
Everything smelled like Trowa.
âOf course, you can always slip into my bed.â Trowa had offered way too smoothly after he had done patching Quatre up. âAfter all, human warmth is the best comfort in this weather.â
âNo, thanks.â Quatre had muttered. Though it was really tempting to accept, especially when Trowa had this really funny way of laughing and DAMMIT QUATRE DONâT START MAKING MOONEY EYES NOW.
Trowa was probably lulling him into security. Thatâs what all serial killers do. Heâd read enough to know the signs to spot someone suspicious.
Now Quatre started to regret his decision a little to sit here instead of accepting the offer.
Quatre threw another log into the fireplace. The fire crackled and Quatre coughed. Who knew having an actual working fireplace could be too smoky for his lungs?
His eyes burned from staring too long at the bright embers and his body felt heavy from exhaustion. How much longer was he going to sit in front of this fireplace and alternative stare at the clock hanging above the fireplace and the dancing fire? How much longer was this storm going to rage?
His eyelids grew heavy and tired.
Quatre fought against sleep until he could no longer keep his eyes peeled.
*
Quatre woke up very warm and very comfortable. He curled up closer to the heat, sighing softly, held his pillow tighter to his chest and threw a leg across it, smacking his dry lips--ugh bad breath. He forgot to brush his teeth last night. What did he eat again? Last night was maybe stew--or was it--
Quatre frowned and patted his pillow. It was too solid for a pillow. Too hard. Did his pillow just laugh? He peeled open his eyes in confusion and looked around the room that was definitely NOT his bedroom at home.
âGood morning, Quatre.â his not-pillow said.
His stomach instantly dropped. Quatre scrambled backwards to get away but miscalculated his situation and found himself entangled with the blankets and the scarf and the not-pillow (âOw! Quatre, my balls!â), and finally ended tumbling down the bed, staring at the ceiling.
This was a dream. A nightmare. He blinked at the wooden beams of the ceiling and reality finally settled in. Oh no.
âItâs a good thing I think youâre funny.â Trowaâs face hovered above him as the cabin owner looked down the from bed, his face pale and scrunched in pain. âOtherwise Iâd kick you out alreadyâ
Quatre whimpered. Ah his balls. Trowaâs.
He raised his hands to hide his face in shame. âSorry. Iâll make it up to you. Iâll pay for the medical fees!â
âWeâll talk about that later. Now come back to bed. You must be freezing your skinny ass down there.â Trowa sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to pull Quatre up on his feet.
Quatre let out an enraged squawk. âMy ass is not skinny!â
âThatâs what you got from my message?â Trowa sniggered and without warning, he gave Quatre  a squeeze. âAh, youâre right. Not that skinny. Not by much.â Â
âThatâs not--did you just--you canât just cop a feel and expect me not to cop yours!â Quatre cried out before he could stop himself. Then he stared wide-eyed at Trowa, who mirrored his shocked look as well and wished for the floor to open up underneath his feet.
âSee. Youâre hilarious!â Trowa finally said, smirking. Â
Title - Misadventures
Fandom - Gundam Wing
Pairing - None
Trope - Magic gone wrong AU/accidental summoning AU
AO3Â
âDuo, help!â
Hilde burst into the room and flung herself onto her friend, her nails digging into his skin. Duo hissed but didnât pull away as he let himself be dragged away, stumbling over slippers.
â--the root was too old. Or maybe the glyphs were copied wrong. We had exactly three drops of blood. I donât know what happened. But we donât have much time--â Hilde rattled on without context.
âWait, wait, hold on.â Duo said, digging his heels in the ground to stop advancing.
Hilde opened her mouth to launch herself in another panicked stream of monologuing, her eyes scared and darting around the room and her hands shaking while they fisted her dress. âDuo, I gotta tell you--â
âSshhh, shhh. Take a deep breath.â
âDuo, thereâs something I --â
âHilde, Hilde, breathe. Breathe.â The no nonsense glare he gave her made her comply. Hilde took gulps of air to calmed her heart. She didnât even realize she was hyperventilating until she realized how her body was shuddering too uncontrollably and her chest felt too small for her lungs to expand.
Duoâs hand rubbed her back soothingly. âBetter now?â
Hilde nodded, swallowing a few times as she finally calmed down. A few deep long breaths later, Hilde steeled herself and looked up at Duo.
âWhatâs wrong?â Duo asked her.
âIâm sorry,â Hilde said and her hands clung onto his wrist. âI have no time to explain this properly.â
âWhy not?â
She didnât wait for Duoâs response, tugged her friend along again, dodging fellow-peers in the long corridors and up the stairs heading to the Tower. On the way to the Tower, or what the Professors called the Spell Chambers, Hilde had tried to fill him in with sparse information and kept glancing around, afraid that someone or something would jump at her any minute now.
âI was honestly just practising for the exams. With the girls from the Magic Theory class, you know Relena and Sylvia. We werenât trying to do anything bad. I swear. Saw something in a book or some study. I donât remember. Honest! We followed the instructions. I even checked it twice in the library. It has these sigils and these incantations. And we--.â
âHilde, cut to the chase.â
âI--â She inhaled loudly. âIturnedthemintofrogs.â
âWhat.â
Hilde let out a whimper, a whine maybe. Duo wasnât sure.
Duo sniggered. âWhat exactly? Frogs? Really?â
Hilde finally stopped in front of one of the many Spell chambers and threw the door open and pushed her friend inside before pulling the door closed behind her back. âPlease save them, Duo! The spell said we have only less than a fortnight to break the Curse before they die.â
âWait, Hilde, you were Cursing someone with your friends? I thought you said you were practicing for an exam. Thatâs so--â
âIrresponsible!â Hilde cried out. âI know! And now Iâm sorry I even tried. Please donât report me to the Professor.â
âUhm. I was going to say, hilarious. Cuz I never thought youâd be the type to Curse.â
âDuo!â Hilde whapped his arm.
âSorry.â Duo laughed, dodged another slap while he looked around the chamber.
There was the magic circle in the center of the chamber. He gave it a cursory glance and decided it looked harmless for a Curse circle. Nothing from the sigils gave him hair-raising warnings. Not even the residual magic that still lingered in the chamber. Hilde shouldn't be having problems with this Spell, not when she was backed with Relena and Sylvia, both prospective top Magic Witches of their year.
What went wrong in the first place? Did they mispronounce the words? That was so hard to imagine.
There was a study table pressed against the far wall with several spell books spread across the surface. Pieces of chalk laid scattered outside the circle and a pouch filled with salt was carelessly dropped at the Northern sigil of circle.
âWhere are your friends?â
âYou just stepped on one of them.â
Duo jumped backwards and stumbled, his back pressed against the door. âGeezus! Sorry. Who did I almost kill?â
Hilde was already on the ground and scooped up one of the frogs. âSylvia, I think.â
âSorry, Sylvia.â Duo ducked his head guiltily. âWhereâs Relena?â
âSomewhereâŚaround here. Oh! There she is.â Hilde quickly skipped over the magic circle to scoop the second frog from the window ledge. Once she had Relena The Frog secured, she held both frogs expectantly out to Duo.
Both frogs stared at Duo with glassy eyes. Almost pleadingly. If Duo were telepathic, he'd imagined them asking him pitifully for help as well. As if having Hilde direct that same look in her eyes at him wasn't bad enough. He was such a softie.
âUh, so how am I supposed to help you?â Duo asked.
âI donât know how. Arenât you technically the so-called Magic Genius here?â
âWell, not according to the Prof. Last I checked I was a nuisance and had no latent magic skills to speak of.â
âHeâs an idiot!â Hilde spat. âSo, are you gonna help them or not?â
âHow exactly? Remember, there are rules in Spell Casting. Usually the caster can break the Spell.â
âI donât know how! Iâve already tried the basic counter release magic spells on them. I even kissed them like those fairy tales talked about kisses being Curse breakers.â Duo grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. âOh shut up! Nothing worked!â
âWho were you trying to Curse anyway?â
âNone of your business! It wasnât even a True Curse anyway. I was just--we just wanted to teach them a lesson.â
âLet me see the original Curse first.â
Hilde gestured to the table.
Duo picked up the Spellbooks one by one, scanned the pages that were laid open and checked the diagrams to make sure the they were properly drawn on the floor. âWith this level, you shouldâve been able to complete the Spell successfully.â
âI know~~~ Which is why it was strange this happened! Please tell me there is a counterspell.â Hilde whimpered.
âWhat kind of conditions have you set on that Spell?â
âA mild one. Nasty frizzy hair Spell.â
Duo nodded absently as he quickly leafed through the Spellbooks, checked the index a few times, flipped back and forth to check certain Spells before deciding they werenât appropriate in this situation.
After what seem like a long excruciating wait in silence while Duo scanned the Spells, Hilde whimpered. âWhat are we supposed to do?â Hilde looked down at the two frogs in her arms. They looked back pitifully at her.
âYou mean--what are you supposed to do? Cuz this was technically your fault.â Duo pointed out.
âFine, sorry. I admit itâs my wrongdoing.â
âHow about--â Duo stopped checking the Spellbooks and looked Hilde in the eye. â--I rewrite the spell?â
âAre you crazy?â Hilde cried out. âThatâs dangerous! Youâre not even a proper Witch yet. If the Professor ever finds out, theyâll do more than just subtract your credits in class. You could get punished for real.â
âAs if you three werenât doing anything dangerous at all when you decided to Curse someone.â Duo pointed out.
Hilde flinched, pressing her lips into a thin, angry line and guiltily ducked her head.
âLook, Hil, sorry. I know you didnât mean it. You came to me for a solution and Iâll do all I can to reverse this Curse. And we will speak none of this outside this chamber, all right?â
âItâs still dangerous.â Hilde said quietly.
âWell, youâll never know until you try it.â Duo shrugged, shutting the books closed and went on his haunches to grab a piece of chalk and untied the salt pouch hanging from his hip. He unloaded the salt onto the floor, adding a thicker layer on the outer circle for protection, smudged a few sigils and signs with his hand and added smaller sigils in the circle of the center. He instructed Hilde to place her frog friends inside the magic circle.
âDo you even know what youâre doing?â Hilde asked nervously, wringing her hands.
âSort of. In order to reverse the Spell. I need to mirror the signs and change a few words in the Casting.â Duo dropped his chalk and patted the powder off his hands and fingers. âAll we need is a drop of my blood, since I technically didnât cast the Curse. My blood should be able to release them.â
âAre you sure?â Hilde remained unconvinced.
âWell, in theory at least. Iâm still doing research on this with Ze--a friend. So now is probably the best time to test it out.â Duo grinned. Â
On hindsight, he probably shouldâve listened to Hilde more. Sheâs his best friend and came from a long line of powerful Witches herself. She had probably heard this theory before since itâs nothing new in the Witches world, but nobody had gone far enough to prove this theory true.
Until now.
âStand back, Hil.â Hilde had already propped the table on the ground to hide herself against the wall.
Duo winced as soon as he pricked a thin knife into his fingertip to let his blood drip onto the circle, dropped the knife beside him and then murmured a Spell he had created on the spot by changing a few words from the original Curse.
The circle brightened, emitting light so bright that it nearly blinding them, wind swirled around the chamber, whipping Duoâs hair in disarray and there was a loud screech and a bang.
Once the smoke dissipated and the light no longer piercing the back of their eyeballs, Hilde coughed and waved the lingering smoke aside.
âDuo? Did it work?â
Hilde approached her friend cautiously and tried to see the circle where her frog friends once were. A thick cloud of smoke had obscured them until it finally dispersed from the air when Hilde sent a quick wind Spell around the chamber.
âWell⌠it worked!â Duo laughed nervously.
He didnât sound too sure though. Hilde got closer to see--instead of two bodies lying on top of the Circle, there were three. Two of them were thankfully both Relena and Sylvia. Hilde would check them later if they have missing body parts.
The third one though⌠was a man. A strange man wearing strange clothes.
âDuo, what did you do?â
âA miscalculation. I guess.â Duo leaned closer. âI forgot my blood is not normal.â
âHow is it not normal?â Hilde all but screeched.
âRemember what the Prof said about my lack of latent magic? He meant my blood. Itâs⌠impure.â Duo grimaced as he spat those words.
âFor your sake, I hope itâs not a demon.â
âThat was one time! And itâs not a demon.â Duo said slowly. âHeâs not. He feels⌠different.â Duo reached out carefully to press his index finger on the strange manâs forehead to peak into their memories. But before he even touched the man, their eyes sprang open, wide and dangerous, and Duo felt his world shift, his face was slammed against the floor and his arm wrenched in a painful angle. Duo cried out when he felt the man dig his knee into his back.
âWho sent you?â The man growled. âWho are you?â
âRelease him!â Hilde commanded. The strange man didnât have time to react when her hand slammed a shockwave through his back, his body convulsed violently under the voltage strike before he crumpled on top of Duo.
Duo groaned and crawled out from under the weight, one hand holding his bruised arm as he glared at Hilde. âNext time, can you please strike him when I am preferably out of range, Hil. Look what youâve done to my hair.â
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Title - Speed
Fandom - Gundam Wing
Characters - Duo, Quatre
Trope - Speed dating AU
AO3
He was in group B. Which meant he had to sit at one of the tables and wait for the people of group A to sit with him and go through awkward conversations in ten minutes or less. And hope to get at least a contact number or email address at some point in the night.
After three awkward and stilted conversations, Quatreâs anticipation dropped down to disappointment. It looks like he was never going to find someone to connect properly tonight.
Again. Â
Quatre glanced at his watch and sighed. Another torturous half hour to go before this whole event was done. Before he could go back home to his lonely apartment to put on some old sappy holidays movies to nurse his bruised night. He couldnât wait to be done with all this crap.
âHi. Iâm Duo. Itâs nice to meet you.â The braid caught Quatreâs attention. Itâs very long as it hung over Duoâs shoulder.
Then those long legs, that werenât really long to begin with since Quatre was sure he was taller than this Duo. It's those dark skinny jeans that seem to hug the right places.
And maybe itâs because those eyes reeled him in too easily. And maybe the quirk of a smile.
So. Okay. This guy looked quite⌠attractive.
âUhm.â Duo raised his eyebrows at him, amused. âItâs the hair, is it?â
âEverything actually.â When he realized Duo was staring right back at him with those serious eyes, Quatre quickly shook his head to get himself back in order and smiled. âSorry, got distracted, with your uhm⌠everything. Nothing bad I assure you. Sorry, Iâm babbling, hi. Good evening. Iâm Quatre.â Â
They finally shook hands, Quatreâs face burning in shame at his ineloquence while Duo laughed it off. Â
âSo.â
âSo--.â They even began at the same time before chuckling awkwardly.
âSorry, please.â Duo gestured to him. âYou first.â
âOh- Iâm sorry. No please, you can go first.â Quatre clasped Duoâs hand and shook it to make sure he was sincere. âPlease, I insist. Truly!â
âAll right.â Duo began, clearing his throat. âIf you insist. Tell me, why are you here? You look like you can get anybody you want. Why this?â
âPfft.â Quatre couldnât help it and quickly apologized. âTell me your reason and Iâll tell you mine.â
âOkay, okay, thatâs fair. Uhm--â
âYes~?â
âMy asshole friend signed me up behind my back. Said I need to get out more--"
âThatâs really nice of your friend though.â
"-And hopefully get laid."
"Oh."
"But from what I see around here," Duo looked around the room where the event was held. "Iâm sure I'll never gonna find someone tonight.â
"Why didnât you refuse in the first place?"
âHeh. Iâm here for the free food. Heard they contracted a prominent catering service to suit everyoneâs palettes. Donât tell anyone about that though. That Iâm only here for food instead you know⌠dates.â
âYour secret is safe with me.â Â
âPlus my friend already paid the basic package in full. No harm done getting all the advantages sans a hot night.â
âIndeed.â Quatre nodded solemnly.
âYour turn. Why did you sign up?â
âTo get some.â Quatre deadpanned. To be honest, no, that wasn't his initial purpose for attending this speed dating event. But those words were out of Quatre's mouth before he could stop himself. His face was burning in shame right now.
Duo burst out laughing. âSorry, I didnât mean to insult. Not that youâre not a catch though, I mean, you look amazing in those clothes, so snazzy, I mean, cute, very stylish. Uhm. I-- Iâll just shut up right here.â Duo hung his head.
Quatre blinked at the unexpected compliments and slowly smirked, resting his chin on his laced fingers, leaning closer. âYou donât look so bad yourself.â He made a show to look Duo up and down.
âThanks! Thatâs what they all say.â Duo said. âBut.â He stopped. âIâm not the type to sleep on the first date.â
âOh? This is a date?â
Duo grinned. âNope. But letâs head out right now and have one for real. Thereâs a great place around the block.â
âAre you actually asking me out?â
âSure⌠if you want.â
Quatre smiled brilliantly in response. âIâd love to.â
Are you doing the prompts thing still? If so. 2xAnybody and number 37 37.) âSomeone sent us forty dildos via FedEx.â
Thank you for sending me a prompt, @kangofu-cb. /sweats nervously/ I had several scenarios. This is the most completed.Â
âSomeone sent us forty dildos via FedEx.â Heero said when he came back into room with a box.
Duoâs fingers stopped tapping the keyboard and Heero immediately got his full attention, all eyes and ears. No answering grin though. âWhat.â
âI said someone sent us forty dil-â
Duo flapped his hand in the air to cut him off. âI heard what you said. I mean, why? What exactly does it accomplish to send us forty frigging d-dildos?â
âVia FedEx.â Heero added as if itâs just as important.
â⌠via FedEx.â Duo said as he narrowed his eyes. âLike itâs some important parcel to be shipped asap. Did they get the address right? Who is it from?â Duo pushed himself off his chair and looked over the box which Heero had placed on their shared desk.
âItâs addressed to Mister Duo Maxwell and Mister Heero Yuy, Preventers Branch Office in New Sanc Kingdom, SAR Department, Office number XXX. No sender listed.â Heero pointed to the sticker. Â
âDid you-?â
âYes, already done. Thereâs no bomb or listening devices in here.â
âWhat about-?â
âDone already. But I doubt weâll be able to find any useful fingerprints besides the dildo seller-â Duo looked pained, but Heero continued on without batting an eyelash. â-delivery man and myself.â
âDid you see the delivery guy?â
âYes. Iâve checked the surveillance cameras already. Heâs a legitimate FedEx employee. Probably didnât know whatâs inside.â
âSo basically, you canât identify the sender?â
Heero glared at the sticker accusingly.
âDid anyone else looked inside the box? How did you know there were forty?â
âYes.â
Duo looked at him.
âI had to get each and every one of them checked for analyses.â Heero clarified. Â
âOh god.â
âSally congratulated us by the way.â
âIâm too afraid to ask but⌠what for?â
âApparently she thought weâre finally sleeping together considering this load.â
âOh lord.â Mortified, Duo dropped his face on both his hands to hide himself. âThis gotta be a prank!â
âThen they got us good.â Heero deadpanned. âSo what are you going to do?â
âWe are going back to work and ignore this box ever existed.â Duo took the box off the desk and placed it underneath the desk, kicking it into the back with his boots.
âAll right. Fine by me.â Heero slid back to his chair and logged into his laptop to get back to his report.
Two days later, Heero brought back another box. âSomeone just sent us fifty buttplugs.â
Duo thunked his head on the desk. âIs someone trying to clue us in that we should be sleeping with each other?â
âDo you?â
âDo I what?â Duo raised his head to blink at Heero.
TRC - Kuroganeweek 2017 - day 7 - Aug 20 - Free day
Title: Crimson thread
by Nekocin/tyreling
For: @kuroganeweek 2017Â
Prompt: Day 7 - Aug 20 // Free day
Summary: Red thread for soulmates.
Notes: Late for the party. sighs. I tried to write something for Kuroganeweek but couldnât get anything on paper or document. Maybe Iâll post something later.
Warnings: none
âWeâre tied together.â Fai smirked and held up the hand where a red thread connected his ring finger with Kuroganeâs own.
âMokona and daddy are connected too ~<3!â Mokona held up her paw triumphantly to show her ribbonned paw, also connected to Kuroganeâs hand.
Syaoran raised his hand shyly to show his own thread as well. âIt seems weâre all connected.â
Kuroganeâs eyebrow twitched. âIs this even remotely possible?â He demanded, his red eyes glaring at the mayor who welcomed them into this world unexpectedly.
âIâve never seen or heard of this before.â Mayor Tomoyo looked surprised at Kuroganeâs thread that split off to connect everyone of the traveling team, but then her eyes sparkled. âKurogane-san, congratulations! Youâre so blessed with so many soulmates!â
âSoulmates?â
âSignificant other.â Mayor Tomoyo said in a tone as if it explained everything.
âSignificant other?â Kurogane and Syaoran spluttered at the same time.
âOr connected souls.â
âConnected⌠souls?â Kurogane parroted brokenly as he stared in horror at Fai, who winked at him.
âOr close friends. Road buddies. Whatever you want to call it.â Tomoyo flapped her hand dismissively.
âWeâre just traveling companions.â Kurogane said then pointed to Syaoran. âIâm okay with being connected to the kid. As a fellow traveler. But.â He spit out, glaring at Mokona and Fai. âNot those two!â
âAwww, donât be mad, Daddy. Mokona and mommy love you a lot too! ~<3. Right Fai?â Mokona hopped onto Kuroganeâs face to press her cheeks all over his face.
âYes, yes. We love Daddy a lot.â Fai let out a delighted laugh, blowing a raspberry kiss.
âIn a world where a visible red thread signifies a connection between two souls, having more than one thread is rare.â Mayor Tomoyo explained. âKurogane-san must be happy to be connected with everyone.â
âUh⌠I wouldnât say that.â Syaoran muttered weakly.
âGet off! Get off!â Kurogane roared, finally pried Mokona off his face, huffing and unsheathed his sword with a practiced Shwink. âThatâs it! Letâs disconnect now, shall we? Iâll make it painless for you, manjuu.âÂ
Title - Eye for an eye
by Nekocin/tyreling
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Characters: Duo, Trowa
Warnings: body horror CLAMP style, violence, not for the faint of heart
Rating: R
Other notes: perhaps warmup for the tropes party at @gwblockpartyÂ
Summary - The TRC!GW AU I've just recently realized I've wanted to write but nobody asked for. A snippet where Trowa snaps and fights Duo for his magic.
When the circle from another world suddenly opened in Trowaâs left eye, goosebumps had rippled across the skin of Duoâs bare arms and the back of his neck.
Duo felt a switch had clicked out of place. Breaking whatever barrier that held Trowa grounded. Â
Then the kid, Trowa, attacked him, his green eyes staring deadly right at him.
If it werenât for his natural aptitude to magic, Duo wouldâve been long dead by now. Â
Volatile magic had gone out of control within Trowa. Or. It had escaped his body, along with the remnants of whatever was holding the kid sad.
Winds screeched, blasting huge squalls about the chamber (room? Atmosphere?), whipping his hair and clothes in disarray. The winds had erected a makeshift barrier around the area, howling, screeching--preventing the others in the group from jumping into the fray and break up them up.
Duo didnât have time to glance where the others were doing but he sensed them somewhere, several feet below, attempting to cut through the barrier, maybe screaming voicelessly through the racket of storm winds clashing in their way.
Lightning bolts and fire crisscrossed the area, aiming at him from all directions.
And every time Duo clashed or dodged the attacks, Trowa would appear out of nowhere and engage him in a mid-air battle, kicking and punching. Duo sent him across the area with a blast of his magic thrumming through his arm.
Despite having been blasted several feet into the air, Trowa was immediately in Duoâs face within a second and blows were exchanged again and again, along with the spells and curses.
Trowa had become faster, stronger, crueler with every move. The barrage of blows went on endlessly until Duo could no longer keep up. Several of his ribs got broken, along with the fingers on his left and one side of his ear was throbbing and bleeding. Trowa had become far deadlier--his intent to immobilize and by extension to kill Duo radiated in waves from his body, poisoning the air until Duo wasnât too sure he should be smelling death at this point.
Duoâs throat burned. Exhaustion racked through his body like a dead weight dropping onto his back without restraint and Trowa had sent crashing to the floor.
Duoâs screams came out silent as they passed his busted lips. His breath staggered. Short. Heaving. The ribbon that held his braid together had long since disappeared during the fight, unraveling the long locks and now they draped pitifully against the floor and his back. His limbs refused to move. Probably all broken by now with the way Trowa had attacked him.
One hand wrapped around Duoâs throat, squeezing it tight as Trowa raised him in the air. Duo struggled to breathe, struggled to get the hand off but none of his limbs were moving correctly.
Trowaâs free hand covered Duoâs left eye, fingers purposefully digging into the skin, into the delicate tissue and ripped the eye out, along with the magic that lay beneath it. Duoâs scream shred its way past his throat, in tatters and broken as his magic reserves was sliced in half with the loss of his eye.
A magic circle of winds had gathered around hand holding the eye. Trowaâs dead eyes stared at it for a moment before he held the eye closer and ate it in several bites, the magic circle still swirling around until it concentrated around Trowaâs left eye.
Trowa was about to dig into Duoâs other eye when a broadsword sailed intent on cutting off the arm holding Duoâs throat. âRelease him!â
TheNekoTalks:
After a chat talk with @gundam-wing-crossovers @ tumblr about CCS!GW AU that somehow went to TRC!GW AU because I got back interested in TRC.
Some day I might make snippets out of this one. Writing action scenes is hard.
But thanks for trying to wade through my attempt.
By Nekocin/tyreling/tyrelingkitten
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Notes: warming up snippet for the @GWBlockparty @ tumblr (Come join the party in September)
Trope: âRock band turned idol boy bandâ trope AU.
Rating: G
No warnings
âYou said a band.â Duo jabbed a finger into Trowaâs chest. âI donât see anything resembling a band.â
âThis is a band.â Trowa gestured to the other three members in the room. Duo might have recognized them from the several of his classes but he wasnât too sure. âA boy band, in fact.â
Duo frowned, taking note of the huge mirrors and the gymwear everyone including Trowa was wearing. âDo you even play instruments?â Duo looked sceptical as he watched the band members go through stretch warm-ups on the floor, barefooted.
âSure we do. Quatre is our keyboardist. Wufei is our drummer. Heero plays bass and you already know what I play.â Â
âOkay. So arenât you going to play some music instead of doing yoga in front of the mirror?â Duo rested his hands on his hips.
âHavenât you heard? The management wants to switch genres.â Trowa pulled out his phone from his pockets, tapped the screen a few times before he finally showed Duo a set of images. âWeâre now being promoted as an idol band. Competing with the k-pop and j-pop groups like B*S, M*rn*ng M*s*me and M*se etcetera. Apparently.â
âWhat does that even mean?â Duo looked through the images of ridiculously handsome guys and girls in near-matching clothes and finally a video that streamed automatically. âSynchronized dancing? Like N*S*nc?â
âApparently.â
âWhat am I even doing here in the first place?â
Trowa shrugged. âYouâre going to be our front visual. The face of our group.â Trowa patted his shoulder. âThe concept of idol band is simpler than it looks. Just be your charming self and do some dancing. The fans will love you.â
âAnd you would know, how?â
âYouâre a natural. Donât worry. Come on, let me introduce you to the guys.â Â
âDonât you even feel⌠a bit insulted to be promoted as⌠this?â
âOf course. Iâm enraged that we can no longer play our instruments on stage.â Trowa shrugged. Duo didnât think he looked enraged though. Trowaâs face was too carefully concealed with a blank mask. âBut what can I do? Seems like the demographics lately are interested in this sort of thing. Dancing hot people.â
Duo caught the fleeting glimpse Trowa had thrown to one of the band members, who were doing some really topnotch gyrating moves with their hips.
âOh?â Duo couldnât help but smirk.
âWait till you see them in tight pants and smear oil across their chest.â Trowa gave him a conspiratorial wink.
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Summary: A snippet AU in which Quatre finds out about the secret his family has been protecting for centuries. Trowa happens to be one of them.
Notes: An unfinished wip I wrote years ago for Sharon. It was supposed to be part of the 2010 contest. Currently the fic is about 9k words. Maybe if I rework it... soon, it might become something readable longfic-ish.
He calls himself a Prince of whatever country; lost from his own timeline and stuck in a body that is neither his nor real. How exactly he has ended in my timeline while appearing in flesh and blood in front of meâhe doesnât bother to explain. âIn time all will be revealed, so why spoil the surprise?â he has said almost too smugly before distracting me with a touch.
He calls himself Trowa, for short, because his actual name is too difficult to pronounce in the language only I can understand and speak. Or maybe heâs just hiding it for fear that I might use it for ulterior motives. As if Iâve the power to control him. As if heâs afraid Iâd send him away, back to where he has come from, with just the use of his real name.
He calls himself my Knight in Shining Armor, instead of my Prince on a White Horseâwhich is ridiculous. Iâm no damsel in distress. I can hold my ground just fine. I can handle a Beretta AL391 shotgun or a handgun just fine. Iâm only letting him off with that commentâeven for a whileâbecause Iâm completely no match against whatever Dark Forces are after me and my life. I donât do magic. I canât summon lightning and storms to hinder unseen and unknown enemies. I canât ward them off with a blast of fire or strangle them in a whirlpool of water. Well, neither can he actually; he prefers to do things physically.
He calls himself a simple guy too. A guy who likes felines, who likes to sleep with the sun warming his back, who likes to take strolls underneath the silver moonlightâwho obviously pretends he isnât a romantic guy. Oh sure⌠as if waxing poetry in a foreign language at the foot of my bed while using his most husky, sultry voice isnât romantic enough.  For all I know, he is probably insulting me in his mother tongue and making full use of his goddamn sexy voice to hide his unspoken intentions. I think heâs trying to brainwash me since Iâm already considered crazy by the general public.
He says he likes me, while touching my face. I hardly know this manâsomeone who is not a real man, but perhaps a figment of my imagination. He says he has started liking me after years of separation. I donât claim to comprehend what he is talking about. What years of separation? Weâre virtually strangers. The confession might have worked well if he has said he has liked me ever since he saw me through the display, through his fake body, through his plastic lifeless eyes. (⌠I probably wonât even take him serious by thenâŚ)
He says he has been waiting for me, or at least a Raberba, to release him from his cursed body. Now⌠how the heck do I do that when Iâve no apparent affinity with magic? In a world where science and technology rule, in a world where magic doesnât existâhow do I overcome that?
Iâm pretty sure overriding whatever curse he has been subjected to, does not involve kissing, exchanging saliva and doing stuff way beyond the innocent hanky-panky Iâve seen my ex-roommate Duo has been doing with that grumpy cop Yuy.
âIâm sorry,â He says when the truth finally comes out. When Iâm no longer the Raberba whom he and the Dark Forces had thought I was. When Iâm no longer needed to hide the family secret passed down from generation after generation. Iâve been toyed around for so long, by so many peopleâsome of them, without me noticing.
His words had stung.
âI really doubt that.â I manage to get my tongue and mouth moving properly. Foolish Quatre. It has always been about the name. It has always been an elusive mystery, forever out of reach; forever unsolved. There has never been a âmeâ to begin with. âGo away. Go back to where you came from.â
I turn away. It should have been easy to send him away. He has been using me all this time anyway.
â⌠Is this what you want me to do?â
âIt doesnât matter. Youâve already fulfilled your purpose. The curse is lifted. Now leave!â
Pairing - Trowa/Quatre
Warnings - none
Rating - G
Summary - A late night visitor to Trowa's bed.
It was the rumble of the car engine that passed underneath his window that had woken him. Someone had entered the premise. During the war Trowa would have been right on his feet, weapon in hand and hiding in the shadows behind the door. Ready for a surprise attack. Â
But nowadays, he remained lying curled up on his side, his ear perked up to pick up any sounds that might have been out of the ordinary. His flight or flee instinct wasnât ringing any alarm bells.
Nothing.
This was a safe place.
It was still safe.
⌠Quatre.
Trowa relaxed even more and inhaled into the pillow underneath his cheek. Â
The door to his room creaked open and soft padded feet slowly made their way to the bed. The end of the bed sagged under another weight as someone crawled in under the covers, settling behind Trowa.
âHey, love.â Quatre murmured, pressing a kiss onto Trowaâs shoulder and wrapped one arm around Trowaâs waist.
ââEy, youâre late.â Sleep had muffled his voice down to a mumble. He was sure Quatre had heard him. Trowa craned his neck to press his lips on Quatreâs mouth, missed and got his nose instead.
Quatre chuckled. âSorry. Meeting went overtime.â
Trowa tried to wiggle around to face him, but Quatre pressed his elbow down to keep him in place, throwing one leg around Trowa to make a point.
âWant to talk about it?â Trowa stilled obediently, reluctantly accepting his position.
He laced his fingers with Quatreâs own, staring heavy-lidded into the darkness at the dresser across the room.
âNot tonight.â Quatre said. Trowa felt Quatre curl against his back, forehead against his skin and breath tickling his spine. âGo back to sleep, love.â
âOkay.â Trowaâs voice was soft. Softer than before. âGood night.â
Trowa heard the faint mumble behind his back and slowly drift off into a dreamless sleep. Theyâll talk about it tomorrow when Quatreâs ready.