Title: Silver Platter
Word count: 6,336
Summary: Though life may be served on a silver platter, it doesn’t mean it’s as glamorous as the serving dish itself. Sometimes it’s ugly and when it’s finally fully recognized as such…
Word count: 3,425
Summary: Kaworu laughs, musical and filled with delighted surprise and Shinji feels a small smile quirking his own lips involuntarily at how free it sounds even as he feels the remnants of a blush burning on his face. He doesn’t think he could love any other sound more than he loves Kaworu’s laugh.
title: the sea at in-between
word count: 763
summary: “Until next time,” Kaworu says, and the whole world floods.
note: writer’s block! i’m at a loss! so, this is an exercise in prose — for which i have likely sacrificed coherence…
Anime Kaworu: Are you a dictionary? Because you give my life meaning.
Anime Shinji: (#^.^#)
Rebuild Kaworu: Let’s make beautiful music together, Shinji-kun. (^_-)-☆
Rebuild Shinji: (^///^)
Manga Kaworu: …. Nice legs, Shinji-kun. When do they open? ＼(~o~)／
Manga Shinji: ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ ┻━┻
Finally a Rebuild theory that makes sense. (The Ronald Reagan part that is)
WHAT IF KAWORU ISN’T REAL IN REBUILD BUT AN IMAGINARY FRIEND OR THE GHOST OF RONALD REAGAN
Pairing: Ikari Shinji/Nagisa Kaworu
Summary: All colour drains from his previously flushed face. What if someone had heard? Stupid boy.
Three days and two nights.
Three days and two nights, they’d been changing paths as often as possible, doing everything from tailing merchant caravans to stumbling down long-forgotten hunting trails in their attempts to elude the Council of Thirteen’s templars that had been on their backs since he’d made his presence in the citadel known. In the process, he’d gone from guiding, to supporting, to carrying Shinji as the slow-acting poison collar continued to do its evil work.
Finally, as night fell for the third time, Kaworu finally stopped to make camp. He didn’t know if he’d put enough distance and trickery between them and their pursuers, but it would have to do. Shinji wasn’t going to last any longer.
Okok it was really slow at work so I thought up of this AU and I’m sorry if it’s bad; I suck at writing fanfiction stuff asdfghjkl;;;
Kaworu gently caressed Shinji’s body as he left a trail of kisses across his collar bone. Shinji gasped, his face a deep shade of crimson.
"Shinji-kun, i am new to this human form of courtship, i learned that music helps" He said huskily as he took Shinji’s SDAT player from his pocket and started playing nyancat.
Shinji went more flacid than a noodle
Evangelion in a nutshell
dis goes out to all the manipulated shinjis out ther. don’t let the kaworu get you down!
“Shinji-kun? Would you like your sandwich sliced in half or diagonally?”
Shaking, the Third Child stands. He has had enough of this brute. Now, he makes a stands.
“None,” Shinji whispers. “I won’t have it anymore. I won’t let you manipulate me with… “
He spits the word like venom. “Niceness.”
Liquid worry invades Kaworu’s gaze. “Shinji-kun, I was only- “
In one swing of the arm, Shinji knocks aside the plate.
“I know what you’re trying to do!” he shrieks. “I know what you’re planning!”
Kaworu bends down to pick up the sandwich.
“Oh!” Shinji points. “Oh, I see! So you’re going to feed my that sandwich, even though it fell on the floor!”
“Shinji-kun, I know you like the floor spotle- “
“I don’t care!” the boy bellows. “I know you’re trying to make me sick! It doesn’t matter how nice you are, and how much you say you love me, and how you don’t follow your angel instincts and reduce the world to orangeade! I might have nothing but a shady smile to go on, but you bet your bottom dollar I’m going to read closely into it like my life depends on it!!! Now pick up that sandwich, and make me another, so I can accuse you of wasting food!”
The broom closet door slams. Sighing, Kaworu drops the sandwich in the garbage and takes out two more slices of bread.
Word Count: 466
Summary: Shinji catches a glimpse of Kaworu while they are changing for synch testing. The image refuses to leave his mind. (Inspired by this prompt)