#2x3x2

[5ctorial]

#wingtober2025 day 11: loser duo x trowa / ♫ tame impala - loser

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Duo leaves the door to his sleep station half open.

The night cycle has started—little can be heard inside Peacemillion besides the rumble of engines. They have only a few hours to rest before the cogs of war click into their final position. It’s finally showtime.

And here he is, praying he didn’t misread the signals. Hoping he won’t be a total fucking loser.

Later, Trowa slips in without a sound, as he does. The space would be too small for two adults, but they probably won’t make it that far.

“Afraid?” Trowa whispers, limbs tangled.

“Don’t make me lie.”

[bettertasting]

Haven’t got around to posting my latest art on here because it’s pr0n

@meggie-stardust has a wonderfully dirty mind and suggested that I turn my  ~TOTALLY INNOCENT~ shirtless Trowa selfie wip into something a little more spicy. And then she wrote me a whole damn fic about it so, naturally, my heart now belongs to her

Here's the cropped version

BUT WAIT—THERE’S MORE!

Check out the link to make all of your 2x3x2 dreams come true with Meggie’s bomb writing skills and my passable art accompaniment!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

@thisweekingundamwing

[incorrectgundamwingquotes]

[at the circus]

Duo: Hey Tro!

Trowa: How did you recognize me? I’m wearing a mask—

Duo: You can’t mask that ass

[kirinjaegeste]

Ok so I started... we'll see how this goes

I'm not used to drawing this way, but my other method just wasn't working so i'm trying this out

Go easy on me, it's been 2 years since I last drew something

[lemontrash]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Lemon-fanfic. Not just lemon because it’s by me. Actual lemon. 

2x3 (equally 3x2). Defies my ability to describe exactly what this fic is; light-hearted and somewhat fluffy. Maybe crack??? IDEK. It’s raining and a spontaneous one-night stand arrangement leads to an accidental relationship. Everyone is cool with this. 0% angst, 99% stupid. Play trope bingo, forgive the metaphors and similes. It’s been 20 years, i can no longer be controlled. Here’s a snippet: 

It was not that they had intended to sleep together, it was just boredom and, in part, the weather. Interminable rain. Days of it, ruining the holiday. It makes the trailer a claustrophobic little tin but going out is too much of an effort.

Sprawled out full length on the couch, the resources of their four magazines and the deck of 51 cards exhausted, Duo says, as a by the by, “Hey. Do you wanna fuck?”

@thisweekingundamevents

HAPPY VALENTINES. 

[kangofu-cb]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/12 Fandom: Gundam Wing Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Undercover Missions, Undercover as a Couple, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Human Trafficking, Gang Violence Summary:

"The only hell and the only paradise are the ones we build ourselves." - Unknown

@claraxbarton and I are finally FINALLY posting the fic we’ve been teasing all of you with for months.  We promise this one is actually not going to be abandoned XD

[claraxbx]

Bad Company

Saturday Snippet from @kangofu-cb and I!

We’ve been teasing our upcoming 2x3 fic for months now - but guess what? You’ve only got one month to go! We plan to start posting in early March.

In the meantime, enjoy this little bit:

 “I just don’t like you.”

“Yeah, well, feeling’s mutual, pal,” Duo muttered, ignoring the sharp bite of Trowa’s words.  The other man had never pulled any of his punches, verbal or otherwise, and Duo didn’t expect him to start now, when he was angry and hurting and miserable.

To his right came a deep sigh of disappointment, and both he and Trowa whirled reflexively to find their employer leaning on the edge of the pool, Salome tucked up against her side.

“If I wanted to listen to a lovers’ spat, I would have turned on Telemundo, no?”

Disentangling herself from Salome, she glided over to the pool stairs and began climbing up, which was when Duo realized she was naked, sheets of water falling down her body with every step she took.

“Lisichka, a towel, if you please.”  

Wordlessly, Duo held his out, carefully keeping his eyes above her collarbone.  Unsurprisingly, she seemed to find his discomfort amusing.  Salome followed her out of the water, strolling across the deck with a complete lack of concern for her nakedness, and Duo didn’t look at her at all.  

[incorrectgundamwingquotes]

Duo: I have decided that I am, in fact, a snack - but people are just not hungry enough to notice.

Trowa, under his breath: I’m fucking starving.