Follows some of Hyuuga and Ayanami’s possible history with each other pre-canon, from the Academy through the aftermath of the war. Includes porn without sex and s/m without the whip which, while quite consensual, is not particularly sane.
Hyuuga met Ayanami his first week at the Academy, and that meeting set the tone for everything that came after.
How the newer members of the Black Hawks might have come to join and, over and above that, come to be contracted with Ayanami.
Kuroyuri was a prodigy. She’d heard it from her family, she’d heard it from her teachers, and once she’d gotten to the Academy she’d seen it in the eyes of her classmates. Whenever they looked down far enough, anyway. She was the youngest person in the whole school by almost five years.
Ayanami and Hyuuga spar together. It turns into something a little different once Hyuuga stops defending himself against Ayanami’s zaiphon. Written for the Oh My God We Need Some Porn in Here Stat meme, and the prompt Ayanami/Hyuuga, edges.
The Black Hawks weren’t really suited to training in enclosed areas, at least not if those areas were supposed to stay enclosed.
Hyuuga tends to and cares for Ayanami in the evening. In the morning, a different side of Ayanami wants rawer proof of his service.
Sometimes, when Aya-san brooded for too long, he lost himself a little, and when he lost himself to memories of pain or anger it wasn’t good for anyone. Not unless there was something on hand he could kill to regain his equanimity.
When there wasn’t, well, that’s when getting him back out became Hyuuga’s job.
Hyuuga takes notice of Konatsu’s interest and they wind up in bed. Konatsu only looks like he’s the sane one, really.
He knew that the regular forces also thought he was crazy for the way he talked to the Major. But it had been obvious as the sun in the sky, right from the moment they’d met, that Hyuuga would never respect fear. So Konatsu never showed it. He wasn’t really sure he’d ever even felt it—not fear. Stunned amazement, fierce delight, genuine respect, incredible frustration, all of those, but not fear.
Hyuuga has a real Thing for Ayanami’s whip, and Ayanami has noticed this. Eventually, he decides to cut past the teasing and give Hyuuga what he’s angling for.
One of Hyuuga’s great entertainments in life was to tease his commander. Aya-san spent way too much of his time being serious, and Hyuuga felt it was his solemn duty to make sure Aya-san’s face didn’t freeze like that.
Ayanami is more volatile than usual. This time, Hyuuga gets broken harder than usual. And then he has to explain the whole thing to Konatsu.
Ayanami turned away from where he stood at his window, and Hyuuga stilled abruptly at the icy distance in his eyes. Something very close to panic sizzled through him as he looked into the bottomless gaze of Verloren’s memories. If he were alone, he could tease or coax or yield, whatever it took to get Aya-san back from the depths of the past, but he wasn’t alone today.