#gwengit

[petrosapian]

Fuck it, I'm also bored, so since I love you I'm gonna say Gwevin, and since I'm evil I'm also gonna suggest Gwengit.

classic, sure has been a while since ive visited anything ben 10 related

who hogs the duvet: Gwen, small but mighty

who texts/rings to check how their day is going: Kevin, little needy but Gwen is very quick to respond

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: Kevin, get a little over anxious about it

who gets up first in the morning: Gwen and her fuckin 5am ass

who suggests new things in bed: Gwendolyn maam

who cries at movies: Kevin big softee

who gives unprompted massages: I thihnk both really, theyre very stressed ppl

who fusses over the other when they’re sick: Both but Kevin more so

who gets jealous easiest: lmao theyre both jealous ppl

who has the most embarrassing taste in music: Kevin

who collects something unusual: mm idk if cars or magic artifacts are really weird

who takes the longest to get ready: theyre both pretty quick i think

who is the most tidy and organised: Gwen definitely

who gets most excited about the holidays: Gwen

who is the big spoon/little spoon: alternates but Kevin is ususally little spoon

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: Gwen is agressively competitive

who starts the most arguments: Gwen lmao

who suggests that they buy a pet: Kevin definitely

what couple traditions they have: hmmm i think a lot of soft low key ones like going over each others scars and the like

what tv shows they watch together: cooking shows, get very worked up

what other couple they hang out with: whoever ben is dating at the moment so they can back up his poor partner

how they spend time together as a couple: just nappign or reading around while they do like separate tasks together

who made the first move: who the fuck knows

who brings flowers home: kevin

who is the best cook: kevin

gwengit

who hogs the duvet: gwen, will concede nothing to argit

who texts/rings to check how their day is going: the other could be dead for all they care

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: argit but theyre awful. half eaten day old pizza hut type of fare

who gets up first in the morning: Gwen

who suggests new things in bed: hmm

who cries at movies: neither, stone cold

who gives unprompted massages: Argit but theyre awful

who fusses over the other when they’re sick: neither

who gets jealous easiest: Gwen

who has the most embarrassing taste in music: Argit

who collects something unusual: Argit collects like gum wrappers or some weird horder shit

who takes the longest to get ready: Gwen puts more effort but shes quick

who is the most tidy and organised: Gwen by a mile

who gets most excited about the holidays: Gwen

who is the big spoon/little spoon: hmm. if they had to gwen would be little spoon

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: both are obscene in this respect

who starts the most arguments: its a 50/50 split

who suggests that they buy a pet: i dont think they could handle a pet

what couple traditions they have: idk nothing

what tv shows they watch together: shark tank

what other couple they hang out with: no one wants to

how they spend time together as a couple: they dont

who made the first move: who knows it just happened

who brings flowers home: neither

who is the best cook: hmm. kevin

[kariachi]

A follow-up to last night’s ficlet. Ben and Kevin try to be helpful.

~~

“You know, he’s a lot fonder of you than he lets on,” Kevin says and Gwen is sorely tempted to throw her smoothie at him. Somewhere along the line Ben had decided that her deep, instinctual hatred of Argit was actually fond interest- probably due to too much tv consumption- and has not only refused to shut up about it for the past four months but also gotten Kevin in on the act. Her life is suffering.

“He made me gloves out of a cat,” she ground out.  It’d been a calico too- she loves calicos and is pretty sure she’s mentioned that in front of him at some point so it was clearly deliberate. Kevin sighs around a mouthful of burger.

“He doesn’t make anything for people he doesn’t like,” he says once he’s swallowed, and at Gwen’s unimpressed look continues. “It was a well-intentioned gift. Sure, he shoulda asked me about whether it was culturally acceptable, but he meant well.” Gwen snorts and steals a fry.

“Tell that to the poor cat.” As the older teen rolls his eyes, turning back to his lunch, Ben leans over the table with a smirk.

“Ya know,” he says in that melodious, pointed tone known to everybody with an annoying relative, “Argit hasn’t made me anything.”

“That’s because you’re a dweeb and annoying,” Kevin counters in a similar-but-not-identical tone. “Gwen is smart and fun.”

Without words, Gwen picks up two handfuls of fries and throws them at them.

[ichoosechoasandbeingqueer]

I am LIVING for this

Concept: Gwengit post-Gwevin, so that Natalie gets a moment of ‘yay’ because her daughter isn’t dating Mr ‘You don’t like your daughter openly having powers so I’m going to cause regular small-scale chaos whenever I come over’ just before Gwen brings home fucking Argit.

[kariachi]

The only thing better than a mutually pining couple whose friends are trying to get them to admit their feelings in a fic is two mutually pining couples who are each trying to get each other to admit their feelings.

[kariachi]

When you are tempted to leave an opening for Gwengit in a ficlet, for Papa’s sake, but cannot because Argit’s level of gay is a minor point of discussion.

[kariachi]

@petrosapian I have determined that the soulmate au is also a field ripe for the Gwengit-ing, because you know they would just pretend it wasn’t a thing, denying it whenever anybody else brought it up. Doesn’t even matter what type of soulmate au.

Signatures? “His name is literally on your calf.” “That could be any Argit.”

Marks? “No, see, Red’s doesn’t have that bit there.” “That is a scar, you didn’t even have that when I met you!”

‘Seeing color’? Both of them spend the next twenty years pretending they still see in greyscale

I feel this should find a spot on the list somewhere around ‘fake dating au’.

[kariachi]

@petrosapian I have finally managed to write you something resembling proper Gwengit fic. In a Kwarrel Lives AU because that’s just what worked for me at 1:30 in the morning.

~~

Groaning heartily, Gwen buried her face into her pillow and tried to will the past day away. Ben had busted his foot that evening and Kevin had decided that instead of a hospital he’d take them back to his home, where his bestfriend? foster brother? practiced healing magic. And it had worked, Ben was walking fine now- though he owed the guy twenty bucks and a pint of ice cream for the service- but it had also become immediately apparent that she and Argit just did not get along.

He’d made some comment about Ben not being allowed to die until he gave permission, Gwen had countered with a remark about the arrogance behind such an order, and the next forty minutes had gone directly downhill. Verbal jabs, mouthy comments, sharp words off sharper tongues. They’d managed to cover a broad range of topics in that time, from critiques of each other’s magical techniques to cultural relativity, several times having to be hushed lest they wake up the father Kevin apparently had now. It had, one might have been able to get her to admit, been a mental sparring session of the sort she didn’t get often. Normally she was limited by topic choices, how far she was willing to go, or verbal acuity, but not here. Argit had kept up, given as good as he got, and given her a real mental and verbal workout.

Too much of one, apparently, because now it was one in the morning and her brain was still buzzing about the altercation. About mouthy comments, snappy retorts, and easy insults. He’d had the audacity to insult her grandfather for getting them involved in the ongoing invasion plot! Nobody ever spoke of him in the tone he’d used! She could still hear him, clear as day, instructing Ben on how to keep from undoing all the work on his foot in between criticizing the local healthcare system and insinuating that they were too young to be involved in saving the world- like an alarm sounding in her head and down into her sternum. Driving her right up the wall.

Well, she’d just have to show him exactly what she was made of.

[kariachi]

Gwengit or Kengit wedding fic where Argit suggests a traditional Erinaen wedding 50% because the lack of a good Christian ceremony would make Natalie develop a nasty twitch.

[kariachi]

Okay, I was already blaming @petrosapian for this Gwengit run but I am definitely blaming her for this fic because I am not taking the fall for this.

Sweet and relatively soft Gwengit fluff.

~~

The day is Valentines, the first one where Argit and Gwen were maybe kind’ve sorta an item rather than just sharing the one beautiful disaster, and they had agreed to attempt to do it properly. As properly as they could. Which probably wasn’t much, honestly. Of course there have been the presents for Kevin (flowers from both ends, now that Gwen has finally given up on giving their boyfriend anything else to spite Argit and his advice), but for each other had been…

Well.

She’d never admit it, but the generic and cheap gold-tone earrings spoke a lot to Gwen’s struggle to find a proper present. And Argit couldn’t even give her a properly excessive amount of shit about it because not only did they agree to try to tone it down for the holiday, but also he’d straight forgotten it was coming up until Kevin’s flowers arrived, having been ordered exactly one year in advance specifically because Argit couldn’t track dates if his life was on the line. He had nothing- nothing- ready.

Thankfully, he had not- with Kevin’s thoroughly amused help- bluffed his way through several years of gift giving occasions for nothing. Gwen could not be allowed to learn of this weakness, he would never survive. No, he’d sent messages, called in minor favors, to make his first idea work and work fast.

Sat with her arms and legs crossed, having been not-so-patiently waiting on him, Gwen raised an eyebrow as Argit dropped a spare piece of scrap metal dotted with various colors of body paint on the coffee table.

“I swear if this is some sort’ve kink thing,” she said, though her tone was more curios than anything. Still, Argit flopped down on the couch beside her more forcefully than was exactly needed, snapping his jaws in her direction.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Red,” he replied, “it’s-” And he wasn’t really sure how to finish that thought. Kevin was easy, hopelessly romantic at heart with flowers sitting in the sweet spot where receiving them both made him feel loved instead of just setting off those overactive warning bells, but Gwen… Things were new with Gwen, and while he knew the things she liked as gifts the problem was that he tended to give those just, at random. Whenever he found them. She expected more for a holiday, though, and when it came down to it all he’d been able to think of under the time crunch was this. “It’s an Erinaen thing.” It wasn’t a lie.

“Okay,” she asked, looking at him like she didn’t fully believe him, “where do we start then?”

“You start by relaxing for once in your damn life,” Argit said, pushing her shoulder into the couch for emphasis, “so I can work.” She glowered at him, but did as requested. Only once she was relaxed back in her seat, arms and legs uncrossed, did he turn to the paint. She wore blues, mostly, and greens seemed to be popular among humans with her colors, so he would start with those. He gathered up a bold blue on his finger and thought back to his only point of reference for all this, trying to figure out what to do.

“Well,” Gwen asked after a moment and Argit sighed through his nose. His Pa’s, definitely. Both his parents had been horrible, but he would gnaw off an arm before Gwen shared anything with his Ma, even just a painted design. He took her chin in his hand, slowly, and shifted her head so he could get a better look at her face. The look would have to be adjusted to accommodate for the lack of a long muzzle but, he could make do.

“Hold still.” She didn’t, face twitching when the paint touched it. “What did I say?”

“Cut me some slack, I hardly even wear makeup.”

“Well maybe you should start.” She stuck her tongue out at him and he snapped his teeth again, more gently, before going to work. He started above one corner of her mouth, carefully painting a thick blue line around her nose and up over her eyebrow before bringing it back down to curve beneath her ear. Then, he repeated the process on the other side of her face and paused, for just a moment. “Take off your shirt?”

“What?” She gave him another suspicious look. He rolled his eyes.

“I can get the design right either way, but it’ll be easier and work better if I can see your back,” Argit explained, and though Gwen clearly didn’t entirely trust his honesty she again listened, turning her back to him as she stripped off her top. “Thank you.” The bra was still in his way, but that was much easier to work around than a whole shirt.

“So,” she asked as he continued the first line from before, skirting around her hair as he took it down the back of her neck, across the shoulder blade, and down the outer length of the arm, “this is an Erinaen thing?”

“Yeah. Fur makes tattoos unpopular, and makeup too, so you dye it in temporary patterns.” Her foot began tapping with pent-up energy as he reached her hand, running a line down to each finger and spiraling it around them. He couldn’t blame her, and was happy to take his time with the other side so she couldn’t see his tail twitching. This was intimate behavior, a form of mutual grooming, reserved for family, partners.

It was a spur of the moment plan, but that didn’t make it not a big deal.

“Family got hold of some dye once, back in the Null Void,” he continued as she leaned to the side, trying to avoid getting paint on the couch, “parents painted each other up all pretty. Got pissed later when us kittens got into it.” The memory was one of the few good ones from back then, before freedom and Kevin. The youngest litter still in the pouch, he and the rest of his siblings painting each other as best they could with literally no prior experience. He couldn’t help smiling at it, and it showed in his tone. “I was rainbow for a week.”

Gwen laughed at the image, and Argit was forced to join her when all she could say was “Argicorn.”

“Better than Niu, their fur was darker, they looked like an oil slick.” Her snickering got worse and he took the time to wipe the blue paint from his hand with one of Kevin’s handkerchiefs, replacing it with green.

“Reminds me of when I was little,” she said as he began working on her wrists, two alternating, broken lines of green wrapping around each one, “me and one of my cousins once got into grandma’s makeup. Aunt Abigail actually screamed when she saw the mess we made of ourselves, but I’m pretty sure grandma still has the pictures.”

“Kittens,” Argit snickered, “you take your eyes off them for five minutes…” Wrists done, time for some simple circles around the junction where shoulder met arm, and then “Turn around again, and move the bra some, I need collarbone access.”

“’Take off your shirt, Red’,” she griped as she scooted away from the back of the couch and did as asked, ‘move your bra, Red’, I swear if this is a kink for you-”

“Then I wouldn’t just sneak it on you and you know it.”

“I’m going to have to trash this bra anyway, you know.”

“You poor, tortured soul.” The collarbone portion was pretty simple, actually, just one line. Down one collarbone, up the side of the neck, along the jaw, then down the other side to the end of the opposite collarbone. For good measure, he traced out the bottom edge of her nose, around the nostrils and tip.

“So, your parents did this for each other,” Gwen asked as he cleaned off the green and began mixing red and orange to get the accent shade that’d settled in his mind. He mrrped an affirmative. “That’s…” Her foot tapped harder. “It’s sweet. I think the most romantic thing I ever saw my parents do was cuddle on New Years. It’s nice they were so openly in love.” Argit wasn’t entirely sure how much love there ever really was between them, though he certainly wasn’t going to say it. Besides, after eighteen children and how long in the Null Void, who knew.

“Just remember, they made me,” he said instead, taking up some red-orange and quickly painting the webbing between her fingers, connecting her collarbones with a line that swept down between her breast and back up.

“They managed at least one semi-decent thing then,” she replied. Argit started, then hid his brief surprise with a toothy smirk.

“I knew the earrings were a decoy gift.” She mimed swatting at him with a smile of her own, a fitting distraction from her face having gone pink- probably from the strain of sort’ve complimenting him. He just turned to the last order of business, a trail of red-orange dots running up either side of her nose, as far up as he could get them, and

And

Well.

He’d been moving around on the couch, but that was when Argit finally got up from it entirely, backing away so he could get a good view. The lines served to emphasize her movement, especially at the hands, and lengthened her throat, her face, her nose. His head tilted to one side, ears twitching.

“You’re, kinda pretty, Red.” She looked about as surprised as he felt, or maybe that was the paint making every confused twist catch the eye. It was certainly a new concept for him. Sexual attraction he had felt towards humans before- though never Gwen, despite his fondness for her- but aesthetic attraction… Kevin hit some points with his piercings, universally wonderful smile, and exotically dark brown eyes, but Gwen at that moment was a whole different basket of grubs. He couldn’t have told you if it was the familiarity of the design, the way the colors worked together on her, or some deep-seated need for something Erinaen in his life latching on, but Argit quickly found himself crossing the space again, pressing his nose against her throat.

He hated her perfume, was pretty sure that was why she kept buying it, but at that moment it was kind’ve worth putting up with.

“I oughta doll you up more often.” One of her hands fiddled with his mane and he felt a tinge of annoyance knowing his work was getting smudged already.

“My mom would throw a fit.” The smirk came back to his muzzle.

“So you agree with me.” She tugged gently at one of his ears, pulling him away. The shoddy attempt at a frown and glower couldn’t hide the fondness emanating off her, at a level they two of them generally didn’t show to each other’s faces. A level Argit knew perfectly well he was matching.

“Don’t flatter yourself, rat.”

[kariachi]

The difference between Derek and odette and gwengit is that Derek is hot Argit is not and I am dying on this hill. Argit isn’t a sexy dumbass he doesn’t have the it factor Derek does

Derek is acceptable and Argit, while adorable as a child and possessing a better hairdo, just cannot reach that bar

[kariachi]

All ur gwengit posting reminds me of the one week I was very obsessed w Gwen and Argit have a jesse’s girl dynamic bc I love a love triangle where one dude is just stuck w unrequited love it’s funny

Gods it has been so long since I’ve listened to that song. Not a love triangle person myself so honestly, you know me, it’d just end up a polygamous thing

[petrosapian]

Gwengit story where it all starts because Gwen finally hit a proper rebellious phase and wants to bring home the man most likely to make her mother walk into the backyard and scream into the sunset. Argit, meanwhile, generally wouldn't help Gwen with anything that didn't help Kevin (and even that's iffy) but he *will* do anything for a free meal

Oh my favorite Craigslist ad except he doesn't get a free meal he doesn't even get through the door bc Natalie has had her exterminator cousin on speed dial

Also ur a coward for not shipping this genuinely

[kariachi]

petrosapian said: gwen/argit is actually a b level ship everyone else is just a coward about it

Gwengit is a b-level ship in the following circumstances

We both need a beard and the other will do in a pinch

You need college money, I need to get married to get my great-aunt’s inheritance, this could work

We got drunk in Vegas and this happened

They both want to make their ex-boyfriends jump off a fucking bridge

We need to get married so our respective kingdoms will stop trying to kill each other

Ben needs to have a fucking aneurysm, then we go our separate ways

Somebody made a comment about how they totally couldn’t handle dating each other and now they must Prove Them Wrong

Anything softer than that? Not even.

[petrosapian]

Thought: The top Gwengit possibility would be a royalty arrange marriage au where they basic arrange the damn thing themselves because their families had more compatible matches in mind but but the Brattyson/Spacerat alliance is the most advantageous on both sides and if maintaining a marriage without killing each other is what it takes to attain maximum political, economic, and military success then damnit they'll find some way not to kill each other.

Ive been thinking about this ASK all week my apologies for not answering sooner

honestly this is just ASKING for a “this is not my idea” swan princess au except gwen and argit are both derek&odette and uberta&william 

[kariachi]

When will my Gwengit inspiration return from the war

[kariachi]

The big downside to spending years on tumblr that nobody talks about: Eventually your friends infect you with their weird ships no matter how hard you fight