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Argh, I've been sick most of the day. Stupid heat. Stupid polluted fruits.

Anyways. Spent most of day sleeping fitfully and typing out notebook!fic which might be finished sooner or later. Fluff for Ammy?


I love dinosaur comics also Jimi sent this to me and I about died laughing.

Ok, as I survived life, JD’s equation and [livejournal.com profile] dimension_shop, it’s time for something else.


Five things meme. That’s right.

You know what I mean, make a request like say, “Five Times Umeda Didn’t Hate The Idiot (And No, Not Love. Shut Up.)” Or “Five Times Soren Acted Like A Jealous Girlfriend”

Pairing list preference here, I'll write pairings other than my preferences, btw!

Although I might have to refuse at times because I can't write x character to save my life/etc. If you're really unsure, just put down more than one. Oh yeah, and multiples are always allowed.

Like any request from me, I have to disclaim that I'm really prone to wandering off and I may never get to yours. I suck, I know.

And left public so anyone can request.
From: [identity profile] vadalia.livejournal.com
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)
From: [identity profile] measuringlife.livejournal.com

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....”

From: [identity profile] measuringlife.livejournal.com
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.....”

--
From: [identity profile] vadalia.livejournal.com
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!
From: [identity profile] measuringlife.livejournal.com
*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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