bonnefois | and she wonders where these dreams go, 'cause the world got in her way

1. the "heart on the Goban" trick. Ijima got it first.

(He pushed his glasses up, a bit nervous. She smiled mischievously and plucked them right off and that was the last thing he saw before her lips met his)

2. Cooking.
(It proved to be not Saeki's specialty, three burned-black rice balls later, he figured he'd just repay the favor by taking Ashiwara to dinner.)

3. Fighting that lead to something more. That was Shindou and Touya's thing.

(Shindou couldn't remember what they were fighting about, moves, the end, something because they're always fighting about something -- If it's not Go it's what kind of toothpaste to use or where to eat. Touya is angry again, he's always angry it seems and Shindou can't remember why or how but they're kissing, kissing, kissing and somehow it feels so right that he can't even think or stop. Touya's warm and soft and he feels the fringe of hair against his skin, it tickles and he wants to laugh but he stifles it down because at this point Touya might slap him.)

4. Involving Alcohol. Kaga already did it.
(Kaga laughed at Tsutsui, called him weak until Tsutsui determinedly took the bottle and guzzled it, which was a gutsy move, but the mark of a complete naive blushing virgin to alcohol. Somewhere around the haze of drunkenness he thinks that Tsutsui would be a blushing virgin. He woke and forgot whether he was right or not, but Tsutsui, huddled in nothing but his tight, white cotton panties in the morning is well worth the hangover.)

5. "Innocent" offers of cohabitation.

(Isumi doesn't really know what to do with himself these days. Living with both Waya and Le Ping was more than just a challenge, it was a grueling trek that tried his patience daily. Neither boys can ever seem to stop fighting, and all their fighting seems to be related to his own attention. The minute he calms one, the other sulks. It's like having Waya twice over, just now with a lot more swearing in Chinese.)

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"We could play together," Saeki says slowly.

"At my apartment. That way we won't be bothered! Oh, and I'll cook for you~!" Ashiwara prompts.

"Tomorrow at two, right? I know just what to make.." Ashiwara says, lost in a world of tarts and sashimi, a mix of English and Japanese cooking.

Saeki swallows and nods, he's still trying to get the mental image of Ashiwara in an apron -- in nothing but an apron out of his head.

I'm seriously tempted to write W/I/P threesome porn now.

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There. Appropriate flail is appropriate. ♥

Thank you~! It was so cute! And Waya, Isumi, and Le-Ping living together is the end of the world as we know it, but. Still. AWESOME. ♥

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Five Reasons Ike Did Not Come Home With All The Groceries. =3

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Soren’s handwriting was clear and concise and there was always the threat of Soren unleashing wrath worse than a thousand PMSing housewives, but he ran into Ranulf halfway through.

Ike figured one little drink wouldn’t hurt, and Boyd was there too. The game was on and one thing led to another – the next thing he knew it was 12PM and he was still a bit drunk, and he hadn’t gotten a single thing done. The only thing he returned with was an empty hot wing chicken tub, and a smudge of lipstick on his sleeve. (He had no idea where that came from, though there is a vague memory of bumping into Aimee and shaking her off, citing that he was taken.)

Needless to say, Ike slept on the couch that night.

And for the rest of the week.

2.
The next time Ike was far more careful. A week of arctic chill from Soren was enough to make him refuse drinks, food or any other distraction at least until he was finished with his task.

Unfortunately, while he was checking the list in the parking lot, an errant gust blew away the scrap of paper.

Try as he might, Ike couldn’t remember everything. He came with about a fraction of the list, and what he did get was either the wrong size or the wrong brand.

When he returned, Soren could only stare blankly at him.

Ike shrugged.

“The wind blew it away,” he said.

Soren rolled his eyes and sighed.

“I guess I’ll have to do it next time,” Soren muttered.

3.

Honestly, at this rate Ike thought that Soren was about ready to staple the list to his arm. Ranulf was having ball with how ‘whipped’ Ike was, he gleefully insinuated that it was Soren’s ‘time of the month’ every chance he got. Ike wasn’t laughing, because honestly, sometimes he wonders.

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4.

Perhaps tired of his patent forgetfulness, Soren came along this time. He held the list this time, and checked off each part, watching Ike carefully to make sure no mistakes slipped by.

It’s weird just how couple-y they feel walking down the aisles together. Soren doesn’t even have to ask, Ike automatically gets the cans off of the higher shelves or lifts the heavy bag of rice. They don’t speak much, it’s just comforting silence. Ike basks in it, enjoys the peace, the calm and the feeling of Soren being this close.

Soren’s hair was swept up in a messy ponytail and checked off the list three times before he was satisfied with the results.

“We’re done,” he said absently.

Ike nodded and they headed for the checkout. Soren cringed over the finances while Ike was distracted by inane and confusing magazine headlines. (He never thought he’d see “Alien Baby Found!” and “Alien Star Khristie Bankley’s New Baby Pics!” in the same place at once.)

When it was over they loaded the car until he was sure it was resting lower on the wheels than before. Soren always buys in bulk and can stretch a penny farther than anyone he’s ever met. It’s like magic, and sometimes Ike just sits back and is dually impressed by Soren’s formidable managing and scrimping skills.

Ike would’ve loaded it all himself, but Soren insisted on helping, at least a little. When they’re done fitting in all the produce, Ike drives the long way home. Even if Soren disapproved of using the extra gas, Ike didn’t want the day to be over yet. Like a teenage with a date, he bargained for just a few more minutes of time alone, together, traveling.

When they get home he kissed Soren before the doorstep and Soren looked quizzically up at him.

“No reason,” Ike said.

5.
Ike didn’t remember them because they never made it there. In fact, they never even made it out of the kitchen. Soren was talking about cooking a meat dish and Ike couldn’t resist one impulsive, thankful kiss. One kiss lead to two, which lead to three, which lead to pushing Soren against the nearest flat surface and forgetting everything but the space of their bodies. They kissed against counter tops and cupboards, ripping at whatever clothing got in their way. Ike will never look at coking oil the same way again.

When they had finished, (breathless, and drowsy, their skin overheated and still prickling from the aftershocks) both stumbled over to the couch and slept curled up in each other. By the time they woke, the grocery was closed, and all was open was the Wal-Mart across town. Neither felt like driving that far or moving from the warmth of their entangled bodies.

Tomorrow, Ike thought, because there’d always be tomorrow with Soren and shared grocery trips and comfortable silence between the two of them. He wouldn’t want to spend his life any other way.

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... I wasn't going to read this for awhile, but you know my tastes too well.

Awwwww.

♥

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Five Ways Irvine Struck Out With Selphie, (and optionally, His One Home Run.)

Five Ways Okita Sougo Tried to Kill Hijikata Toshirou.

Five Kisses Fai Stole from Kurogane.

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5.
Once he tried a complex contraption that would cause Hijikata to fall face-first into his doom upon waking. However, the results were less than satisfactory, no explosions, no fire, and the set-up was a far too complex. It turned out that Hijikata’s skull was far too thick to be even dented by being slammed into the wall. Okita chalks this up as one of his failures.

4.
After that “cooking” attempt, Okita officially has to test the food for the whole division before eating it. (Anyone using that many Thai peppers in a soup only could be a sadist. And rat poison does not taste like salt...or sugar for that matter.)

3. Taxi-cab. ‘Nuff said.

2. Okita claims that the okama incident was a top-secret mission gone awry. And that missile wasn’t aimed for Hijikata, but Okita certainly wouldn’t have minded the results. Unfortunately, Hijikata picked up a penny at that exact moment and Retzl’s fruit market became Retzl’s On Fire market.

1.

Okita had called something of a truce, but Hijikata knew something wasn’t right. He was being too nice, there hadn’t been one death attempt all week. More than a little edgy at the prospects, he was even checking his cigarettes now for bomb detonators. (Paranoia only applies to places where the constant danger, aka Okita isn’t present.)

When he received mysterious chocolates, he was sure they were poisoned, and he really had no clue how all those copies of BexBoy got to laying about. (He did look through one. To check for possible hidden weapons only, of course.)

And he really didn’t expect to find Okita on his desk in a sailor-fuku.

Okita smiled too wide (creepy), he jumped up from the desk and leaned up to kiss Hijikata. Okita was a better kisser than he would’ve guessed, though he definitely had a penchant for biting.

Hijikata felt something very hard against his pants as Okita pressed against him.

“Is that a rocket in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?”

Okita’s smile said all.

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Obviously Okita is trying the femme fatale method of killing.

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Five of Soren's Arguably Undignified Personal Habits

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1. Hair twirling.. Soren poured over documents, his gaze fixated on the papers below. his fingers twirling a lock around his finger over and over He does this whenever deep in thought, and Ike finds that it distracts him to the point where he can’t even focus on anything else. Light reflects off his hair and it looks even softer when around Soren’s fingers. (Later on Ike absently develops the habit of twirling Soren’s hair when focusing)

2. OCD tendencies. Rifle through his things and he will notice. Mess up his papers and you’ll be lucky to escape with your life. (Especially you, Skrimir. You too, Ranulf)

3. Jealousy. While not a personal habit per se, it is one that certainly bears addressing. Any member of the female sex within a mile of Ike will will get the evil eye, despite age, stature, and marital status. The only current exceptions are Mist and Titania. (And Soren’s still keeping his eyes on them. Just in case.)

4. Finicky eating habits. At their last inn trip, Ike cleaned off two and a half plates and Soren only ate half of his. Ike could’ve sworn that Soren was glaring at the food in a distinctly jealous manner, but he’s sure that he’s mistaken. (...Right?)

5. Sleeping habits. While Soren doesn’t snore or steal covers, his feet and hands seem to never get warm. Ike finds that there’s nothing quite like having a pair of ice cold feet being curled against him just as he’s about to fall asleep. (Not that Ike minds that much. A little coldness is a small price to pay after all)

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(Later on Ike absently develops the habit of twirling Soren’s hair when focusing)

Heeheehee.

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Five Cupcake Recipies (pick a CCS pairing to go with em).

Five Books Soren Refuses To Read and Why

Five Ways Hikaru Successfully Got Akira's Mind Off Of Go, Besides The Obvious.

Five Times Mori Spoke More Than A Single Sentence At Once.

Five Instances Where Akiha's 'Emergency Stash' Came In Really, Really Handy.

Open-ended ideas are on purpose. Just have fun and pick which ever ones you wanna.

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My lit taste shows through here. Ahahah. And modern!au of course.

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1. Twilight.
Irregardless of the fact that Soren would rather dance in a pink tutu while singing unchained melody in front of the entire school assembly before he read a teeniebopper vampire romance novel, Soren is highly biased against any story that implies that the insanely handsome hero is hotter than Ike. Because it just isn’t true

2. Religious Books Of Any Kind.
Soren is far too cynical to believe in destiny or fate or intelligent design; he says that if anyone needs proof that man came from monkeys, just look around..

3. The Kama Sutra.
It was Ranulf’s last birthday present to him. He’s still not touching that thing. Ever.

4. Anyone Other Than Ike’s Chemistry Or Math Textbooks.
Soren does not give handouts, if you want tutoring, prepare to pay dearly. The “I will stuff you in my locker if you don’t” try doesn’t work either, Ike would have something to say about that.

5. Ike’s Journal.
He respects Ike’s privacy even if he’s dying to know the contents. Unfortunately for him (?) The journal in question was part of a class and consisted mostly of what he ate for dinner and how good that ham sandwich was.

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XD hee.

I think there needs to be a modern!au!High school fic now.

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Hooray.

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*glomps you* I love the 5 things meme and Kaworu/Shinji so I'm sure you can figure out what I'm going to beg from you.

Hmmm... let's try "Five Ways Kaworu and Shinji Never Lived Happily After Together"

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** "Ways Kaworu and Shinji Never Lived Happily Ever After Together".

Because it matters! ~~even though it totally doesn't...~~

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1. there are no happy endings.

“I want you to kill me,” Kaworu says. He’s smiling, a bit sadly, but it’s the same smile Shinji has known for such a short time, one that seems so much longer.

And even though his mind is screaming for him to not, Shinji does.

2. the last kiss / tasted like tobacco / a bitter and sad smell

“I like you,” Kaworu says.

The school year is almost over and Shinji can almost smell the next year in the air, the newness of fresh blooms springing up from the snow.

Kaworu smiles, he seems completely calm, no trace of anxiousness in his eyes. Everything about him is so casual; even how his shirt hangs on him, loose, with a few buttons undone.

As much as Shinji wants to drink in every detail, he wrenches his gaze away.

“I’m not...like that. I’m not gay!”

He grips Kaworu’s shirt that smells of soap and air and sweat and Kaworu. He’s hyperventilating, desperate.

“I’m not...I’m not.”

All he can see is his father’s face, Gendou’s wall-like expression. The scowls. Even as he knows he will never achieve it, he desires his father’s acceptance almost as much as he wants Kaworu’s touch.

“I’m not...” he gasps out, all his rage and fury spent. His lies are so easy to spot, but Kaworu just smiles sadly.

“I understand,” Kaworu says.

The sky is painted with red and gold streaks as Kaworu walks away. Shinji watches because he is weak and all he can do is watch

He never sees Kaworu again.

Later on, many years his life is shaped differently. Looking back, he always remembers the way Kaworu looked in other sunsets, walking him home. The curve of his smile. He remembers that summer to its abrupt, jarring end.

But most of all, he remembers Kaworu as his first love.

3. the other woman
Asuka was expecting their first child and her temper was worn even more thin than usual. She sat on the couch, her enormous swelling belly seems some kind of legion, tumor. Shinji can’t look at her long, or he’ll feel dizzy and nauseous with a kind of panic that claws at his skin and won’t let him free.

“You forgot the pickles!” She screams, and throws the empty ice cream carton at him.

He ducks and just misses him, vanilla splatters over the newly painted blue walls.

“I’ll get it immediately,” he says and runs far from her poison, her hate.

He had intended to shower, wash the scent of Kaworu and their sin off of his skin, but now he’d have to find another way. He was always paranoid that Asuka would find out and throw back his own weakness in his face. He wants to wash and scrub until he can’t smell the heady scent of him anymore.

The heat fell down so heavily, pushing him down as he walked down the streets from their apartment. His mind calculates how far it is back to Kaworu’s apartment, to the cool refreshing feel of his controlled chaos.

Shinji pushes the hair from his face. He looks up at the heat rising from the blacktop and remembers the feel, the taste, the touch.

But as much as he’d like to end this, Kaworu is gentle. Asuka says he is useless, weak. Kaworu says that there’s something special under it all. He brushes his fingers over Shinji’s chests and whispers I love you into his skin over and over again with each kiss.

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4. how you survived the war

Only one soldier could go. Everyone knows that this was suicide, an honorable death, and only if they succeeded. Shinji shifts from foot to foot, the gun feels far to heavy in his hands.

He’s fifteen and he’s never kissed a girl, never been in love or seen New York. All he can think of is all the living he has yet to do.

Shinji shudders as glances come his way. How many have labeled him weak, useless? How many of them wish for him to be nothing more than canon fodder? His helmet hangs low, enough to shade his eyes and conceal the fear that dwells there.

“I’ll give you all this one chance, step forward, be a hero and make history!”

The commander looks directly at him as he says this, Shinji knows it. His hands shake and he grips the gun tighter, lest he drop it.

Beside him, he hears a voice break through.

“I’ll go,” Kaworu says.

Kaworu smiles back at him and all Shinji can feel is relief. He finally breathes again, slow, his lungs aching. He watches as Kaworu is outfitted for the final charge, the bombs, the weapons. Kaworu is strong enough to be no mere short diversion, no cannon fodder. Perhaps he would even live.

Shinji should feel guilty and he should feel regret but for that moment all he can feel is relief. He is fifteen and his life is spared for a moment more, he can walk father, only over the bodies of others.

5. the summer before
They met one summer and were near inseparable. It all happened so fast, Kaworu came into him Shinji’s life, and since then he followed everywhere. They seemed a mismatch, yet somehow fit despite the differences.

They spent every day of that summer together. Swimming in streams, exploring the woods. Kaworu often slept over, they always shared beds then. The sheets were sweaty and it was too hot to share, Kaworu lay beside him, their thin legs touching. The days felt so long and yet so short – years and minutes all in one.

They spent every waking moment together, until one day, Shinji returned alone.

He never could tell what happened, or how his clothes came to be covered in blood. He couldn’t speak, even to tell of where his friend had disappeared to. The mere mention of Kaworu’s name sent him into hysterics.

He was hospitalized shortly after, when Misato found him curled in a ball, holding himself while staring unblinking at the wall.

Gendou was away, as always. When he heard the news, he made arrangements. They were well kept, to anyone who asked, the world at large, his son was dead.

In white rooms Shinji stared blankly at the wall. Over and over he heard the last words, repeated ad infantum. Kaworu’s words, the last he would ever hear.

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#4- Kowaru lived, right? *kwibbles* I... I mean... he's awesome! He lived and came back and sexed Shinji up... right?

#5- Damn, that one's going to haunt my dreams.

*hugs* You are so awesome!

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Oh! You did see it! Good!

Wellll, it's open ended, SO UM YOU'RE WELCOME TO WRITE THAT ENDING FOR YOURSELF, COMPLETE WITH SEXING~~~

Actually, fun fact about number five: I don't even know what happened to Kaworu. But here's some possibilities:

-Shinji killed him.
-Kaworu fell, and Shinji was unable to save him.
-Kaworu was killed in front of him, but the killer spared Shinji for some reason.

...that's probably not going to help with the dreams ;;!

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Oh, soldier boy/war hero sex... it's so dirty but so good... *whimpers*

*cackles* No, that's not going to help at all, but that's about what I pictured (well, not the falling one, though that's probably the easiest to swallow because it's the least horrific) I figured either someone murdered Kowaru in front of Shinji ~~who didn't die because he's a little shit that probably ran away while Kowaru was dieing...~~ or that Shinji killed him because Kowaru confessed to loving him (kinda like an alternate, more violent ending to #2)

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Tonight it is cloudy, even the stars are hidden. Shinji huddles closer under his coat and breathes on his hands for warmth. The light is small, negligent, even. The lantern must burn low in the trenches, only light enough so he can see.

The curves of the trench are dank, smelling earthy and musty.

A sound lifted his attention. A footstep, a scattered pebble.

“Who’s there!” Shinji aims his gun at the unknown figure coming from the distance. He feels drunk with terror, his movements slowed.

In this light, he sees familiar features.

“...K-Kaworu?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t return?” Kaworu says with amusement.

Kaworu comes to him from the mists. His breath is ghostly clouds in the cold night air.

Shinji doesn’t know how to answer.

“Don’t I get a hero’s welcome?” Kaworu says, his voice low.

Shinji gulps.

He notices the red stains on Kaworu’s jacket, one of the opposing side. He hadn’t realized this job would be undercover.

“You’re hurt...”

“Oh, that? It’s minor, just a scratch.”

“Still, it should be treated,” Shinji replies.

Kaworu looks entirely too happy to have Shinji peeling off his shirt.

Shinji fumbles around in the dim light for the first aid kit.

“Hold still,” he commands. He ignores Kaworu’s less than innocent grin as he finds the wound, it’s not deep, yet it’s far larger than a mere scratch. Kaworu doesn’t even flinch as he cleans the wound, even as the only kind of disinfectant he has is a vile smelling alcohol that burns enough to bring involuntary to even the toughest men.

But Kaworu just watches him, impassive, studying the details of his face. Shinji avoids his gaze and sets himself to drying and applying gauze.

When he is finishes, Shinji puts away the remaining gauze and puts down the disinfectant just right. He takes longer than usual, from the corner of his eye he can see Kaworu’s amused expression.

“You make a wonderful nurse, Shinji-kun. Perhaps that’s your calling,” he says and his expression made it all too clear that mental pictures involving nurse outfits was involved.

Shiji mutters an annoyed, shut up and Kaworu chuckles.

“Danke,” Kaworu says, amused.

“You speak without an accent....”

“I’ve been trained well,” Kaworu says.

“I should repay you,” Kaworu says.

And Shinji thinks No, I should be repaying you...

“Do you have any wishes, Shinji-kun?” he says. His breath is hot against Shinji and he shudders involuntarily.

“I....”

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Before he can finish that sentence, he feels Kaworu’s tongue against his neck. Hot, wet, soft, whatever he had been saying was instantly forgotten, dissolved into dust. A moan slips out involuntarily past his lips, and Kaworu only takes this as encouragement.

Kaworu’s fingers are undoing the buttons on his shirt with surprising efficiency and skill. His own hands would’ve been shaking, would’ve torn out the buttons. Kaworu soon pulled off his shirt, so their skin rubbed and brushed against each other as Kaworu kissed at the hollow of his throat.

Kaworu’s fingers are long and slender, Shinji can feel them against him, touching over his chest, stopping to caress his nipples before moving lower.

He can feel Kaworu hard against him, he gasps as they grind together, his pants are uncomfortable, far too tight.

He groans as he feels Kaworu’s fingers slip past the waistband of his pants and stroke over his erection. Light, gentle touches, his breath hitches at each one.

He thrusts into Kaworu’s hand, it’s instinct, he couldn’t have thought if he wanted to. All he want do is feel and taste and touch, all his regrets and fears are buried deep until he almost can’t hear them.

Kaworu kisses him, he runs his tongue over Shinji’s lips until he complies and ths rhythm of their tongues almost matches the pace of Kaworu’s hand on his cock. The heat builds in him, churning and rushing until he comes in Kaworu’s hands. Sticky come is over Kaworu’s hand and he licks it, experimentally.

Shinji couldn’t protest if he tried. He feels wrung out, pleasure still prickles over his skin.

“Well Shinji-kun, what do you think? Are you up for some more?” Kaworu purrs.

Shinji lets out a groan, his mind is still groggy and pleasure-soaked. He wants to curl up fall into a deep sleep. He notices that Kaworu hadn’t come yet.

"You..."

Kaworu guides his hands to his own cock and lets out a soft groan as Shinji closes his fingers around it. Shinji lets his head rest against Kaworu’s chest. Kaworu thrusts into his hand and Shinji can hear his heartbeat, rapid, the heat of Kaworu’s skin against his cheek.

It doesn’t take long for Kaworu to come as well, as he was already pushed so far. He groans, and rests his head against Shinji’s.

“Did you get your wish, Shinji-kun?” he asks through pants.

Shinji is silent a moment. He can hear Kaworu’s heart pulsing, he thinks he can even hear his blood flowing.

“...I think so,” he finally says.

Kaworu smiles.

“Good.”

Shinji’s eyes flutter shut, and Kaworu chuckles.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take over from here. Have a good sleep, Shinji-kun.....”

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Guh... guh... guhwhkecxpe9rirtvcq!!!!

So... so good. You are a god until this world, my friend. And the world is made better by your existance *huggles*

You kept him alive-alive too! I was so worried Kowaru was going to be a, like, ghost or something who came back just one last time for some Shinji!sexin' before he passed on. But he's alive and he and Shinji are going to stay alive, dammit! And sex each other up for a long, long time! ~~and live happily ever after, my request be damned!~~

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*b-blush!* You're s-so nice ;__; *wibbling*

fun facts about this au
-it's set in the 1940's aka WWII
-for some reason Shinji is on the allied side, and not with Japan. I don't know either.
-Kaworu is a double-agent. He speaks German that well and pulls off the uniform for a reason.
-I actually intended for Shinji to wake up and have it all be a dream, but it never panned out.

...now I'm tempted to go on and write more, but I'm not sure I want to pull various WWII facts for fanfic (aka Nazi reasoning? Anti-semitic German ideals and such) and Kaworu would eventually have to die somehow if I went on. YEAH. I kind of want to write the porn for the affair one, though.

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*whimpers* Oh, Kaworu/Shinji, why do you have to hurt so good?

Those were awesome!! Especially #2, because it's so realistic and hurts so much and HE COULD HAVE HAD KOWARU!!!!

*goes in her corner to calm down*

Also- the thought of Asuka pregnant terrifies me. Seriously, had Asuka been pregnant in the series, I think the Angels would have been too busy pissing themselves to try doing anything else.

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*hugs* D:! I'm glad to help...hurt so good?

It frightens me too XD She'd take over the world by sheer force of will!

Also, there's more below, just in case you missed them XD it couldn't all fit in one comment.

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