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Fic: Not Quite Single 1/?

Not Quite Single by Max
Disclaimer: I own neither Gundam Wing nor Captain America
“You’re right. There is definitely something there,” Hilde said. On the bridge of their little salvage craft, she touched the data display, the 3d image of the ice shelf they were exploring.
They were, technically, getting paid to disperse oceanographic sensors for the University of Tokyo. Doing a little salvage on the side was just a perk.
“What’cha think it is?” Duo asked, pulling his wet suit up over his shoulders. His hair was growing out again and was down past his shoulders if it wasn’t in a ponytail. Silver touched his temples, metallic and shimmery. Anti-aging technology kept him in peak condition, looking early twenties, at oldest. Anticipating his swim, the gills on the side of his throat opened, tingling pleasantly.
“Early plane, like fuck,” Hilde said. While she had always had a couple years on him, it didn’t show at all. Her hair was flame red curls now. One eye was completely artificial, thoug…

fic: Blood on the Brain 2/?

Blood on the Brain 2/?
by Max
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing

As a side note, my blog now has all 13 chapters of Dark Wolf in one post. http://www.faithinthemoon.com/2017/11/dark-wolf-1-13.html


The current ‘safe house’ had been a shipping container at some point in its life. Now buried under a landfill like a hobbit hole with door that used to be a refrigerator it had made a fine home for several months. Power came from solar collectors as well as thermal from sensors sunk deep into the raging pile of trash. The floor was a mosaic of broken glass grouted with some strange gunk that Quatre had mixed up, which made it smooth and pebbly.
The table had the top of a boxy car from way before any of them were born, cut off and mounted in the floor so that it looked like the had just sunk into the floor. Duo and Quatre had been drunk when the table got made. It still generated snickers.
They had a washing machine made out of a large spent artillery casing and an engine from something that had…

Sister Helen 1/1

Sister Helen by Max
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing.
Warning: Graphic violence, death
It wasn’t his life. Maybe there just wasn’t enough of his own life to flash before his eyes. Maybe her life was his life. Maybe he was seven and just didn’t know how to follow the rules yet.
He could remember her fingers parting his hair, gently pulling it into the first braid he’d ever head. There was human touch, smoothing through his long brown hair, warm fingers touching his scalp. Her hand on his shoulder, and then her smile, so beautiful, and to him she was the sun.
Not that he’d ever seen the sun yet and he didn’t know he hadn’t seen the sun. There was a sky that looked like it had a sun and you could see it if you got to the right place in the colony, which was pretty much not wherever he had always been.
He remembered holding her hand, her hand so warm and gentle around his, and he felt like someone, someone important as she walked him to school.
There was a garden behind the church and there…

Santa Clarita: The God Aquarius 1/1

Santa Clarita: The God Aquarius
By Max
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing. I’ve been working on the comic of this story, but maybe this will finish first.


Wufei didn’t want to let on, but he enjoyed living with Heero and Duo. They were all going to the same college, all different majors, even though Maxwell kept pushing pre-med as if it had solved all the world’s problems. It was Chinese Literature for Wufei. He felt he’d had enough human bodies with blood leaking out for a lifetime.
Recorded lecture playing in his ears, he walked right by the living room to the kitchen, without even seeing the adventure currently underway. As he washed his coffee cup, periodic tremors went through the floor. Just beyond his professor’s voice, some kind of rhythmic music tapped out its existence.
Suspicious, he pulled one earpod out. Yes. It was like, something out of Bollywood, but maybe Bollywood done just slightly wrong?
“What’s the music,” he asked, pitching his voice to carry over their music. And i…