#evangelion fanfic

[silvermoonshitshow]

new trans shinji chapter is out. probably not the best but eh. hopefully worth the wait? unlikely.

[phos-phorus]

F1 x Neon Genesis Evangelion au

Max.

Story post to my previous drawing.

"Cut the signal! Shut it down!" Voices overlapped in his comms, frantic and useless.

His hands trembled against the controls. He wasn’t piloting anymore. He was inside something alive, something hungry, something that had always been waiting for an excuse to take over.

Max’s hands gripped the controls, fingers slick with sweat, blood pounding in his temples.

The Angel before him was relentless, its form twisting and shifting with eerie fluidity. Every strike was a surge of primal energy—a force that Max couldn’t seem to contain, no matter how hard he pushed Unit 33 to retaliate. His EVA was battered, bruised, the armor cracked and peeling away in places. But still, it stood. Still, it fought.

Another wave of energy hit, sending Max reeling inside the cockpit. He gritted his teeth, his body jolted violently as his EVA staggered backward, but it didn’t fall.

He couldn’t fall.

He had been fighting this Angel for what felt like days. The city around him had become little more than a memory—broken fragments of steel and stone scattered across the battlefield. But he was still there, still standing.

But he didn’t know how much longer he could hold on.

His vitals were spiking. The monitors flashed with warnings, but Max barely registered them. His breath came in ragged gasps, the LCL in his lungs thickening with each inhale. Every movement sent fresh waves of pain through his body, the kind that echoed deep into his bones, but it didn’t matter. He had to keep going. He had to fight.

There was no room for weakness.

He wanted to retreat—just for a moment, to assess the damage, to regroup, to think. He wanted to find a way to make sense of it all. But every time the thought crossed his mind, his heart raced. His chest tightened. Because if he stopped, if he gave in, lives would be lost.

People were counting on him.

He was their perfect pilot.

A perfect pilot didn’t retreat.

A perfect pilot didn’t allow failure.

Not when there was a city to protect. Not when people needed him. Not when NERV was watching, waiting for him to perform—to succeed.

Max’s heart hammered in his chest. His breath came out in short, sharp bursts. Every muscle in his body screamed for rest, for release, but he refused to listen. His hands trembled, but they didn’t leave the controls.

NERV had no patience for weakness. They never had.

They didn’t care if he was hurt. They didn’t care if he was dying.

As long as he was standing, as long as he was able to fight, he had no choice but to keep going.

No one else should do this. No one else could do this.

He couldn’t stop.

With a deep, shaky breath, Max drove Unit 33 forward again, the EVA’s claws scraping against the cracked asphalt. The Angel was already charging toward him, its limbs twisting and shifting, ready to strike once more.

His pulse raced. His sync rate spiked dangerously. The cockpit shook violently as the Angel’s tendrils slammed into his EVA, throwing him back again. Max’s vision blurred as he fought to maintain control, his hands gripping the controls so tight his fingers went numb.

Pain flooded his chest. Pain shot through his head.

But he couldn’t stop.

He couldn’t give up.

“Max! Your vitals—!” The voice crackled over the comms, but it was distant, muffled, like someone shouting from far away.

It didn’t matter.

Max’s jaw clenched, his breath harsh and uneven. The world around him felt like it was spinning, the edges of his vision darkening, but he pushed it all down. He could still fight. As long as he could move, as long as he had breath in his lungs, he could keep fighting.

He had to.

He was their perfect pilot. The one who never stopped. The one who never failed.

Even as his body screamed for rest, even as his mind teetered on the edge of exhaustion, he kept going. Because the world demanded it.

Because they expected it.

A flicker at the edges of his vision. The sync rate display spiked.

85%... 90%... 94%...

He growled, shaking his head. "Not now. Not yet."

A second strike. The Angel’s attack tore into Unit 33’s plating, exposing the writhing mass of muscle beneath. Pain surged through him—not real, but real enough. His nerves lit up as if he had been struck himself. The sync rate climbed again.

97%... 99%...

"Max! Keep control!" The voice—his comms officer? His strategist? He couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter.

The anger came in a wave. A deep, all-consuming heat. The walls of the entry plug pulsed around him, the LCL thickening, as if alive. The heartbeat of the EVA—his heartbeat—pounded in his ears.

100%.

Then, silence.

It felt like hours had passed.

Unit 33 twitched. Its jaw cracked open wider than it should. A low, inhuman snarl vibrated through the battlefield.

The EVA moved—and Max wasn’t the one moving it.

With a deafening roar, Unit 33 launched itself forward, faster than before, limbs contorting, armor splitting as its organic form expanded. It tore into the Angel like a rabid animal, ripping through its core with bloodied claws. The once-monolithic creature writhed and screeched, but Unit 33 didn’t stop. It wouldn’t stop.

Max gasped, trying to override the controls. Nothing responded. The EVA thrashed wildly, breaking the Angel apart piece by piece, ignoring the fact that it had already won. The thing was dead. And yet, Unit 33 was still moving, still destroying, still devouring.

"Cut the signal! Shut it down!" Voices overlapped in his comms, frantic and useless.

His hands trembled against the controls. He wasn’t piloting anymore. He was inside something alive, something hungry, something that had always been waiting for an excuse to take over.

The last thing he heard before everything went black was the sound of his own laughter—low, broken, and not entirely his own.

—

The cockpit disappeared.

The battlefield disappeared.

Everything disappeared.

—

Max floated.

Drifting in a vast, endless sea of nothingness, weightless. lost in a space without shape, without form.

It was as though the air itself had melted away. There was nothing. No edges, no boundaries. Just an infinite softness wrapping around him, enfolding him like a cocoon of silence. He couldn’t name it—the color, the sensation. It wasn’t light, but neither was it dark. It was... something. The absence of something. Or everything.

Every time he tried to name it, the thought slipped away, like sand through his fingers.

A slow breath.

The emptiness felt warm in his chest. It wasn’t his breath. It wasn’t his body. But the air still moved. It still filled him, and in that slow rise and fall, he felt something.

He knew this place.

A sense of relief bloomed, quiet and deep. It was as though something heavy had been taken from him, something unspoken, something he had never let himself acknowledge. A breath that he hadn’t known he was holding.

He Knew. Unit 33 was tearing apart the Angel—or worse, something else.

He could hear it. NERV was screaming through comms, trying to reach him.

But he didn’t care.

Because this was the only place where he could be vulnerable.

No battle. No expectations. No weight crushing down on his shoulders, forcing him to be perfect. Here, he didn’t have to hold up the façade of strength, didn’t have to wear the armor he’d built around himself.

Here, there was nothing.

And in that nothingness, it was waiting for him.

A figure stood above him. Watching. Protecting.

It had no metal, no restraints, no plating to hide behind. It bared its true form—muscle and sinew, raw and unshaped, not human, but something close. Its eyes, deep and endless, held something he couldn’t name. It reached for him, but did not touch him. It didn’t need to.

Its presence was vast, too large to understand, and yet its outline was etched into his mind as if it had always been there. It didn’t move, but he felt it, hovering above him like a shadow without a form. Or maybe it was light—he couldn’t tell. All he knew was that it was watching.

A strange pulse—faint but unmistakable—washed over him, and the space around him seemed to shift, as if the very nothingness breathed with him.

He felt held.

It was holding him.

Keeping him safe.

It was not a grip, not an embrace. It was a knowing, an understanding that didn’t need words or touch. It existed between the silence, in the place where nothing could reach him.

And for a moment, he allowed himself to float in it.

Weightless.

There were no edges. No time. The concept of moments felt like waves, but they never broke. He drifted, and yet he didn’t move. And somewhere beneath it all, he could feel it—the thing that had always been there.

He didn’t know if it was his.

He didn’t know if it was him.

But it was with him.

His fingers twitched. His body, for the first time in so long, felt light.

His eyelids grew heavy.

He let them close.

His mind felt detached, his thoughts soft like ripples in water, fading before they could take shape. There was no rush. No urgency. Only the slow, quiet rhythm of something waiting.

The figure above him remained, and in its presence, he didn’t feel the need to understand. He only existed—floating, breathing, and being held by something that wasn’t quite light, and wasn’t quite shadow.

A moment, perhaps. Or maybe, no moment at all.

It didn’t matter.

He let go.

Let it take over.

And for the first time in a long time, Max rested.

[misatogetssober]

Misato Gets Sober: An Evangelion Story

Thud.

An empty bottle of Prosecco slid from her grip and landed on the faded linoleum. It wobbled back and forth on its bloodied rim, painting a wet kiss on the floor before settling into stillness. A voice cried out and fell silent.

[miaqc1]

First attempt at NB/NB fanfic. NGE.

They already knows (121 words) by MiaQc Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rebuild of Evangelion | Evangelion: New Theatrical Edition Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ayanami Rei/Shikinami Asuka Langley Characters: Ayanami Rei, Shikinami Asuka Langley Additional Tags: One Shot, Happy Ending, Gender Identity, Nonbinary Character, Nonbinary Shikinami Asuka Langley, Nonbinary Ayanami Rei, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Evangelions/Angels, Talking, Laughter, Cute, Cute Ending, Wordcount: 100-500, POV First Person, POV Shikinami Asuka Langley, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, autistic author, Not Beta Read, category other because of non-binary/non-binary relationships Summary: Brief story. Asuka Shikinami has been Rei Ayanami's partner for years. Hir wants to tell her that sie is non-binary, but Rei interrupts them.

[wastokins]

Mari takes Rei to enjoy Tokyo-3's nightlife.

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The 5th Chapter of my NGE fanfic, "Cross my Heart.", has been released. Focusing on the pairing of Mari and Rei, and exploring what a relationship between them would be like.

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AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51990340/

Wattpad: https://wattpad.com/1402455969

FF: https://fanfiction.net/s/14303924/

[edgybluerat]

Ever wanted a fanfic focusing on Keel Lorenz and Kaworu Nagisa having a dad-son relationship? Look no further.

It's a 2470 words long one-shot and features Keel trying to get closer to the boy he raised for slaughter, knowing soon he will be sent to Nerv and never come back. Unlike the mask he usually puts on when in video call with his conspiracy chaps here Keel shows awkwardness and vulnerability and is a total Shinji+Gendo.

Ps: Kaworu is only referred to by his Angel name, Tabris.

[thekinglemingle]

Date Night

Every other fortnight, at 10 pm on a Thursday, the Eva cages are silent. It is logged on the calendar as "Ego decontamination - highly hazardous," and it is specified that no unqualified personnel can enter the area until it is completed. Like so many other things at NERV this is a lie. 

There is no team of highly qualified hazmat suited workers pouring over the Evangelions, there is only Gendo Ikari and Kozo Fuyutsuki. Ideally Gendo would be alone, but the plug system requires someone in the control room. If another person has to see his shame, it might as well be Fuyutsuki. They have shared so much worse together. Sometimes Gendo wonders if he might have actually made a friend. 

The doctors Akagi know what Gendo does when he is alone of course. Neither of them would have tolerated being ignorant to the purpose for a completely spurious protocol within their hectic maintenance schedule. It was one of the many reasons the elder Akagi hated him. The younger one seems more understanding. They never talk about it, but she tolerates his behaviour the way one tolerates a partner's cigarette habit. Or their partner's need to make an appearance for their wife.

That's what it really is. Once a fortnight, when no one else is around, Gendo dons his own white plugsuit, climbs into an entry plug and spends an hour with his wife. He tells her of his week and how their son is growing up. Shinji has friends. Two of them. They're idiots who will never amount to anything, but still his son has achieved something that he never could and for that he is quietly proud. He tells Yui about the progress of his plans to rescue her and about how much he misses her. Alone in the darkness of the entry plug he often cries.

After an hour, Kozo removes the entry plug and Gendo emerges from the LCL. Kozo waits for him outside the decontamination showers and they have their brief conversation through the cubicle door.

"Any luck?" Asks the old Professor. 

"No." Gendo replies without a hint of emotion in his voice. "How were the graphs?"

"No movement." Comes the reply. 

The key to syncing with an Eva is the emotional bond between souls. Parental love is a strong source of this, it's what makes Asuka and Shinji such strong pilots. Even Rei manages to pilot an Eva based on the mutual hatred between her and Naoko Akagi. A complete unknown, chosen at random from the street and shoved into an entry plug should expect a sync ratio fluctuating between five and 12 percent. Gendo's remains flatly at zero.

"We still know very little of her mental state in there." Kozo rationalises. "It's a miracle she was even able to recognise Shinji as her son."

"I find it hard to maintain focus while I'm in the plug." Gendo admits. "I need to practice more on just reaching out for her."

"We just need to keep trying."

"This should be possible. Even the boy manages it, and he knows nothing about what's really going on."

Gendo and Kozo's original plan, when they first realised that Yui had been consumed by the Eva, was that Gendo would be the pilot. Yui's child would remain safe in the countryside, miles away from the violence that would soon engulf Tokyo-3. It took over a decade, and the discovery that Rei and Unit 01 could achieve a (low) synchronization before they conceded defeat. Despite Gendo's evident love for Yui, the pair could not sync. Neither Gendo nor Kozo voice their suspicion about the obvious explanation for Yui's apparent rejection of him.

In actuality they're wrong to be worried. Or at least about this. Yui did care about Gendo. A bit. At least enough that, if she allowed it, he would be able to fight moderately well within the Eva, but that would not fit into her plans. The ancient prophecies are vague in many places, but some things are so evident that SEELE felt safe to release the information to the public over two millennia ago. In order to save humanity's souls, God must sacrifice their only son. And if there must be a God, Yui intends it to be her. Yui can allow Gendo no alternative: Shinji must pilot the Eva.

[mossy-paws]

Strawberry shortcake & Tea (Library of Runia & More)

ANGEBINAHHHHHH RAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH anyways hi to my Followers it’s been a little bit sorry for starving you all :D!

(A lot more under cut!)

So yeah I’ve kind of been unmotivated to post on tumblr lmao BUT!! I do have a lot of art (and other stuff) that I’ll be throwing here in the next few weeks, school has been absolutely brutal with AP testing and such but once summer arrives art should kick up ten fold! (I hope at least LMAO).

anyways! Here’s some extra stuff while I’m at it, including some close ups and an alt version of this piece plus some warm up doodles!

I’ve been getting into HxH and BSD lately so also maybe expect art of that stuff idk though it depends on my mood 💖

[druh19]

pode fazer icons dos personagens entj? 🥺🩷

Só personagem grandão, hein?

��� — ENTJ characters icons~ like and reblog if saved ‹3

[syistoppedgivingafuck]

behold. random shit i made.

i have never been more motivated to draw than this month, holy shit its gonna disappear during may.

[silvermoonshitshow]

I was feeling Extremely mentally ill last night, and pumped out a 2000ish word prologue to a fic idea I've had for a while now about NGE and the whole time loop thing and also trans shinji. posted it to ao3, so if anyone is interested:

i have so much trans shinji brainrot jesus fuck. i didnt proofread or have any beta readers so its probably mid at best, but hey, feel more than free to leave comments telling me what i should or shouldnt do.

[infinitemilk]

I just love when a fanfic is SO good and SO memorable that it literally gets translated into other languages and gets amazing arts......

[littel-my-92]

What’s up, y’all?

If you guys don’t recognise me from Instagram then hey I’m little my 92 and finally I have a Tumblr account here. I’ll post art headcannons answering questions and a bunch of other wacky fandom stuff. That make the brand of a normal person explode or something out of a bee horror movie ldk

I also the creator of several projects that I’m working on like God and Satan a satire , the w club , grave ghouls, a Horrid Henry AU and some fanfiction here and there

Some of my special interest/hyperfixation our stuff like death note, moral orel, neon genesis evangelion ,moomin , land of Oz, memoir of a snail, animation, cinema , video games , musical theatre , literature , and especially music .

Be free to ask me anything either about my personal projects interest wacky stuff but no questions that make me uncomfortable no hatred to marginalised communities and no pro shipping

I’ll try to be as active as I can but hey whatever.

Also, please forgive my spelling 

[miaqc1]

First attempt at NB/NB fanfic. NGE.

They already knows (121 words) by MiaQc Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rebuild of Evangelion | Evangelion: New Theatrical Edition Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ayanami Rei/Shikinami Asuka Langley Characters: Ayanami Rei, Shikinami Asuka Langley Additional Tags: One Shot, Happy Ending, Gender Identity, Non-Binary Character(s), Non-Binary Shikinami Asuka Langley, Non-Binary Ayanami Rei, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Evangelions/Angels, Talking, Laughter, Cute, Cute Ending, Word count: 100 - 500, POV First Person, POV Shikinami Asuka Langley, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Autistic Author, Betaed – No, Category Other because of Non-Binary/Non-Binary relationships, Cross-Posted from AO3, Rare Pairings, Rare Fandoms Summary: Brief story. Asuka Shikinami has been Rei Ayanami's partner for years. Hir wants to tell her that sie is non-binary, but Rei interrupts them.

[wastokins]

Mari gets the grand tour of NERV HQ, and gets to pilot a *real* Eva!

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The 3rd Chapter of my NGE fanfic, "Cross my Heart.", has been released. Focusing on the pairing of Mari and Rei, and exploring what a relationship between them would be like.

| Likes & Reblogs very much appreciated! |

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51990340/

Wattpad: https://wattpad.com/1402455969

FF: https://fanfiction.net/s/14303924/

[mifeeey]

okay so i am desperate and i need any help i can get

a few years ago (between late 2020 and early 2021) i read a kawoshin fic on ao3 i've been trying to find again so i could reread it. yes i know i should've bookmarked it but this was before i understood how that works. so i would really appreciate if someone could help me find it again and if it's deleted i would love if someone could share a pdf with me.

i don't have a title or author but it was definetly on ao3 and it was an au not set in canon. shinji was a depressed teen and one day he came across one if those forum sites were a bunch of suicidal people gather (i don't remember the term for it) and he comes across kaworu's poetry at one point but kaworu isn't there bc he wants to die he's rather trying to talk to these lonely people and him and shinji get talking for a while. this is all i remember.

now i found one that is titled "the suicide pact" by geminibee99 but it is definetly not this one.

UPDATE:

THE FIC HAS BEEN FOUND

You can (not) connect

by devilbabycryman

I'm going to write a rec post for it in a second