In a dystopian world scientists have created a drug that can temporarily kill you. After they give this drug to "volunteers" with special machines they can monitor them in the afterlife in their effort to answer humanity's number one mystery: What comes after death. Though experiments keep failing with the volunteers waking up with no memories, traumatized and shocked to the point they never talk again. Shinji and Kaworu are different though, they didn't wake up at all. At the same time everyone thinks they are dead and never coming back, they desperately try to find a way to come back from the spiritual world they ended up together.

your run-of-the-mill morning in the Nagisa-Ikari household. lame fluffy shit because i love to die neon genesis evangelion does not belong to me; all rights belong to Anno

Everybody finds happiness, in the end. Shinji and Kaworu meet again in a world where no angels need to be fought or evas to be piloted and everything seems perfect until Kaworu finds out that Shinji suffers from heart failure. As they both struggle to find happiness, Shinji tries out different treatments until only to be left with no option in the end.

Shinji is struggling to understand the meaning of home and Kaworu is just there. --- [contents: kawoshin (ofc lol), verbal abuse??] {AU!modernkawoshin} ☆ ☆

A small story about my favorite ship of all times. I hope you all enjoy~ (Im gonna publish this on AO3 too)

If you've watched Neon Genesis Evangelion, you might have been terrified of the content it has. This story has a safe twist to it. You're forced to pilot an (actual) giant robot called an Evangelion. You go through all sorts of adventures where you must battle these things called Angels Evangelions: Unit-00 (say Zero) Unit-01 (say One) Unit-02 (say Two)

Shinji has been struggling lately. Things seem hopeless, but Kaworu takes care of him and makes sure he knows he doesn't need to face things alone. [Hurt/Comfort] [Fluff] [Angst] [Asuka is a bully] [TW] -Mentions of scars -Talk of suicide

just some cute stories about what kaworu and shinji get up to.

He thought of planets first. Colliding. All the quietness of empty space, the throat of a champagne bottle hitting the hull, the reflection of candlelight on linoleum. It didn't matter what the planets were before, because they failed to live in this one, exact second. They were soft, drawn out, long movements and lingering tilts. The lightest sort of kissing with the heaviest demeanor. Minor adjustments were sharpened like camera lenses, so clear and concise through the glass that there were electric blue liners chasing the corners. Planets; planets, now, planets meant nothing. Planets didn't even compare. He was his own construction. He was uncharted divinity. He was dazed, stricken wonderment. nge does not belong to me; all rights go to Anno Title change as of 11/3/16: snapchat dorks >>> for lack of a better word