coprime_recs | Entries tagged with gundam wing

Faith in Humanity (Relena-Usagi | PG13 | 2,188 words): Relena and Usagi meet as leaders to discuss the fate of Earth. This is a really cool look at what'd it would be like if Usagi came to the Earth in Gundam Wing and how she'd be viewed.

Excerpt:
For the first time, there is a flicker of frost in the representative's eyes. "You mentioned that your proposition would guarantee peace, through the removal of negative energies."

"Purification, yes," Usagi pipes up, with the start of a smile on her lips.

"Perhaps you could clarify the definition of negative energies," Relena states and it is patently clear that this is not a request, but a demand. Even her personal guards seem momentarily taken aback at the sheer audacity of this girl, who can't be more than a teenager, and the way she stares down the table at them, unflinching, and expects an answer.

Rising Tide (Quatre/Trowa | PG13 | 2,995 words): Quatre is trapped, and Trowa must race to rescue him. I like the action/adventure of this, and the relationship is sweet.

Excerpt:
His companion's next words made Trowa still completely. "He fought that sedative for far longer than he should have been able to." The man shook his head. "Anyway, it doesn't matter now." He glanced at his watch. "I give him maybe another fifteen minutes if that."

The first man shrugged. "If he's lucky. I would have liked to have played with him a while, but the boss just wants this over and done with. Shame really, he was a looker with that blond hair. I'm rather partial to blonds."

Trowa swore silently. It had to be Quatre they were talking about; that description fitted all too well and it explained the earlier dizzy spell. But he was supposed to be at WEI today rather than undercover for Preventers; not that that would matter once Quatre decided something needed his attention. Still listening carefully to the conversation, Trowa focused and reached for Quatre through their shared empathic link. Quatre felt calm, a little too calm. He reached deeper, his mouth narrowing to a thin line when he felt the underlying panic his husband had obviously been trying to shield from him. They'd be discussing that point later.

Soft Focus (Quatre/Trowa | PG13 | 11,730 words): Trowa takes up photography and asks Quatre to model for him. This is beautiful. There's a gentle vulnerability threaded throughout the photography sessions as Quatre opens up to Trowa, and the second half of the fic, where Quatre and Trowa have to deal with their relationship being known, is lovely as well. I enjoy getting to see Quatre's relationship with some of his sisters.

Excerpt:
Trowa played idly with the camera, one hand loosely curled about the nearest leg of the tripod. Suddenly he glanced up. "Do you still play?" he asked.

"Play what?" Quatre said stupidly.

"The violin."

Oh. "Not much," he confessed. "I don't really have the time to do it right."

"Do you miss it?"

He drew a deep breath and let it out. "Yes," he said. "I miss it a lot. It... it was good not to be me, when I played."

"What do you mean?" Trowa asked quietly.

Quatre gestured to the stereo. "It wasn't my music. It was someone else's work. I had to try to play it well, to reach what they were feeling, to– to try to connect to it myself, but essentially it wasn't me. When I was really working hard for it, when it was just right, I forgot about everything but just the music. Like I was just there to make it come alive."

"Show me."

He stopped. "What do you mean?"

"Show me," Trowa repeated.

"I don’t have my violin."

"Pretend."

Knowing (Heero/Duo | R | 16,913 words): Heero and Duo join the Preventers after the war, but they're not exactly made welcome. I wish I could find more Gundam Wing fic like this: well-paced, tightly written, and emotionally real with a wonderfully done Duo voice. And not a whiff of fangirl Japanese in sight, thank goodness. I like this future for Heero and Duo. The evolution of their friendship into a relationship just works for me.

Excerpt:
By the time Heero prodded the fourth prisoner - the one with the shattered hand - over to my position, I'd managed to wrestle my temper back under control. This was neither the time nor the place to be discussing the seamier side of internal Preventer politics, personality conflicts, and power struggles. "Dispatch said in fifteen," I said shortly.

Heero scowled, "Chopper or shuttle, then, unless they were enroute."

"Chopper or shuttle," I agreed. It was impossible to make it from HQ to here in less than an hour by car, even under ideal conditions and with a damn good driver.

Heero's scowl darkened at the implications. I inclined my head slightly, my jaw tight with tension. Being on our own during the war had been one thing; being unable to count on backup now was something else entirely. Now, we were supposed to take prisoners, not shoot to kill. During the war, we'd have just blown the damn shuttle full of weapons and been done with the whole mess. Hell, we'd have blown the fucking *hangar*, not screwed around trying to get the assholes to surrender or to at least manage to take them alive.

Partners have to rely on each other. Have to trust each other. Heero and I did. Unconditionally. Our close friendship was an extension of that partnership, one that we both treasured.

But as Preventers, we should have been able to rely on other Preventers. Should have been able to trust our fellow agents on a professional level even if we weren't exactly best buds on a personal level. And we couldn't.

Upon a Fiery Steed (ensemble | PG13 | 88,652 words) has Daniel and Duo meeting after getting caught by a System Lord and goes from there. If you like long, involved, bizarre crossovers, then this is a good story. The Gundam Wing part of the crossover is very AU, but then any Gundam Wing crossover is probably going to have to be AU. The author does a good job making it AU in a way that keeps the elements of the show. The story's a fun, well-written romp with a complicated plot.

Excerpt:
Almost against his will, he glanced toward the gold-eyed woman whose body housed a Goa'uld Queen. Tall and fair, midnight tresses draped in a crown of silver-laced braids that cascaded over her shoulders to mingle with her emerald robes, ribbon device glinting death from her right hand. /Maybe I'll get lucky and she'll try an implantation. Shi no Yami versus snake - that'll be short./

At least, that's what the records said.

Then again, Dimme might have some of those records. In which case - whatever she had in mind might be worse than a larva.

/One way or another, we're in a System Lord's lab. This is generally Not Good./

The Jaffa who'd been carrying the blond dropped to one knee. "The... human, my Lady Dimme."

/Whoa, whoa. "Human"?/ Duo thought, studying his fellow prisoner out of the corner of his eye. Not Sanqian, or Hualiesh, or anything that sounded like a planetary name. Just human?

"Dimme," the blond muttered, wrinkling his nose to try and shove his glasses back into place. "Sumerian version of Lamashtu, daughter of Anu. The demoness who chose the darkness that she might kill through plagues...."

/English?!/ Duo kept his mouth closed with an effort. Bless Heero's paranoid little mind for making every pilot in the Wing learn the language they'd snatched off Goa'uld databases. /Too bad it's not him here. I get most of what he's saying, but if Blondie speeds up I'm going to be in trouble./ He surreptitiously tugged at the straps, and rolled his eyes. /Okay, more trouble./

English. Holy frickin' hell. Not human. Tau'ri.

"You will not sully my lost sister's name, mortal." Dimme flexed her ribbon-bearing hand, obviously tempted. Then lowered her hand, and smiled.

/Oh shit./

"Indeed," her glowing gaze flicked at two Jaffa, who hustled toward a sealed door toward the back of the lab, "You will serve it."

Sunrise (Trowa/Quatre | G | 5,185 words) is Quatre and Trowa's first meeting from the perspective of one of the Maguanacs, which is definitely a different point of view. The story is gentle and beautiful and profound -- an all-around lovely story. I particularly like Quatre's reaction to his first sunset.

Excerpt:
He turns around again, trying to look everywhere at once, and now he starts running farther from the hangar so he can see past it, off to where the edges of the Atlas Mountains are silhouetted against the eastern sky. His delight draws the rest of us to follow, even the brown-haired pilot, who stoically regards all the features of the sunrise as Quatre eagerly points them out.

The clouds above the peaks are outlined in gold and red, the lines of color like fiery poetry or prophecy written on the heavens. To the north, other clouds shade from palest rose to deep purple shadows, all dappled with gleams of almost-white. The sky directly overhead is a clear indigo blue, which blends through half the spectrum to brilliant orange at the horizon. Golden sunbeams break through the eastern clouds to streak across the sky.

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Xover (Gundam Wing/Sailor Moon): Faith in Humanity by TwinEnigma

Gundam Wing: Rising Tide by Darthanne

Gundam Wing: Soft Focus by tb_ll57

Gundam Wing: Knowing by Calic0cat

Xover (Gundam Wing/Stargate SG1): Upon a Fiery Steed by Vathara

Gundam Wing: Sunrise by Kay Zozma