#3x4x3

[seaofolives]

die a hero or live long enough to become memes

[5ctorial]

#wingtober2025 day 07: sacrifice trowa x quatre / ♫ elton john - sacrifice

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“It’s late, Quatre,” Trowa insists as he scans another batch of documents. “Take some rest.”

Quatre looks up from the armchair he’s made himself comfortable, legs stretched over the matching footrest. He adjusts his reading glasses—a somewhat recent acquisition, one that might be out of vanity rather than necessity—before speaking. “Yes, indeed. But the needles of time move for us both, don’t they?”

Trowa fights back a smile. His tone is unchanged when he continues, “Wasting your precious time on Earth watching me work isn’t as poetic as you make it sound.”

“Trowa—” Quatre begins, the soft flame of a candle flickering across his gentle features. Aside from Trowa’s desk lamp, much more sterile in comparison, it is the only source of light in the dim room. “We fought a war. We won. I thought I lost you forever, and I now have you back at an arm’s reach. I am—we are allowed to romanticize our lives as much as we want. And if that means choosing to watch you work over sleeping, I will do that. A thousand times.”

Trowa frowns—not because he disagrees with Quatre, but because he knows it’s useless to go against him. Conviction makes Quatre painfully stubborn, and Trowa has learned to pick his battles.

“What are you reading?” he asks instead, propping an elbow on the desk to support his chin.

“A poetry book—Wufei recommended it to me,” Quatre replies, flipping the old book he had abandoned on his lap to check the back cover. “From the early After Colony years, when humanity wasn’t sure of its next steps.”

“Is humanity ever sure of its next steps?” Trowa remarks, a soft smirk tugging at his lips as he raises an eyebrow. He forgets the documents that dangle loosely in his hand, or pretends to—only for a moment. “Didn’t take Wufei to be a poetry guy.”

“You’d be surprised,” Quatre notes as he stretches his arms above his head. “He has quite a collection—old classics and recent bestsellers alike. Give him a theme and he’ll pick something for you.”

Trowa shakes his head and absently tightens his grip on tonight’s paperwork. “No need to bother him,” he thinks out loud as he brings himself to the present.

“Trowa—” Quatre says again, this time more firmly. More resolute. “Doing things with you, for you, is far from a sacrifice.”

[lanaserra]

Wingtober Day 27: Enemy

I hope you enjoy my very first horror fic, just in time for Halloween~

Fandom: Gundam Wing Ships: 3x4, 1x2 Tags: Horror Summary: Trowa's shuttle arrives; He's not on it.

Read it here.

That is all.

[janaverse]

'you want to dance? here?'

[incorrectgundamwingquotes]

Wufei, walking in on Trowa & Quatre in bed together: What the actual fuck?!

Quatre, hiding under the covers: Wufei! Get out!

Wufei: You sick, sick bastards… This is incest!

Trowa: No it’s not?

Wufei: Yes it is, Barton!

Trowa: We’re not related!

Wufei: So I suppose that makes this okay?!

Trowa: It makes it not incest.

[chimeratech]

hello 3x4 nation im back on my bullshit

[expewrites]

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

A little wintery 3x4x3 fic for @theboringbluecrayon, my gift this year for the GW Holiday Gift Exchange of 2022! ❄️☃️❄️

While helping in the aftermath of Mariemaia's Rebellion, Quatre and Trowa discuss where to go from there, and a snowball fight... sort of ensues.

Thanks to @thisweekingundamevents for organizing! 😘

[fallenwingzero]

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