not much today but #wipWednesday #draekaki #RJ-HP9

"The one thing I didn't expect you to do? Is disappoint me."

He takes over Bertolt to try and justify Annie's decisions. Alone in titan territory, Reiner would have been at risk of an attack too swift to protect from, losing Marley the Armor. Or been forced to reveal himself. They were trusted by the graduates of the 104th, who might have become valuable assets in case the mission failed and the Warriors needed to change strategies. He doesn't say, *Annie always had a soft spot for Armin.* He doesn't say, *I couldn't kill them without an immediate cause. Not them. Not Jean.*

#wordGameWednesday : SOFT
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"Do you think we could use your lungs to help with the soil fertility problems?" "I'd be grateful if you wanted until after I'm dead to try it." "Oh, sure. All the respect due a hero." "Hah."

#wipWednesday #draekaki #RJHanahaki

#draekaki #RJHanahaki fic to make myself feel something else than rage

(post-Rumbling, everyone knows Reiner has hanahaki but not who for, and Jean's assigned himself the role of roommate-caretaker)

reposting this thread because i forgot it existed :3
#draekaki #ReiJean

#WordGameWednesday: SHADOW

#draekaki #ReiJeanOfficeAU

"Or you can say it to yourself, too." For a moment the room feels frozen. Even the wind outside has stopped making tree leaf shadows shiver on the walls.
Then Reiner sniffs. Loudly.
"Dammit, Jean. Can't you just let me hate myself in peace?"

"Your most effective manipulation tactic is to wear my clothes and give me over the top bedroom eyes." "Now you're going to tell me you can resist *that.*"

#wordGameWednesday : CLOTHES
#ReiJeanOfficeAU #draekaki

Over the past few hours Jean's gone and built himself a pyramid to desperate entertainment: his own phone, of course, through which no actual human being seems available; the half a dozen loose sheets of paper he doodled on (it's mostly dicks in various levels of arousal and realism, because his interests haven't changed *that* much since he was seventeen); the ereader, and a couple of the paper books, which all fell from his hands after an embarrassingly short time.

#wipWednesday #ReiJeanOfficeAU #draekaki

now that jean's picked up a pencil again...

Ao3 header: RACI by factorielle, Chapter 8: comfortable bedding. Summary: Jean tries to help. It doesn't exactly come naturally.

dropping this in your timeline like a cat drops a half-dead bird on the doormat
#draekaki

archiveofourown.org/works/670676...

Veta is last to go, her fine features twisted in disgust and rage as she glares at Jean, at Reiner, at Jean again. "If you do anything to hurt her," she threatens, or tries to. "You'll deal with the consequences," Jean returns coldly. "You brought this to our door, Veta. Don't make it worse, now." Furious, spitting, she steps away. Jean watches her disappear in the treeline before he maneuvers the mayor around, walks her to and up the stairs with caution and the knife still at her throat. He doesn't look at Reiner on his way in. The moment the door closes on the three of them, Jean releases the mayor from his grasp, and puts the knife down on a table. "This wasn't part of our agreement, Madam Mayor." They had an instructor, back in training, who'd masted the tactic of 'I'm not angry I'm disappointed' to the extent that it even worked on Annie; right now, Jean reminds him of that man. "Take a seat. Would you like some tea?" "With a dash of moonshine," she says, taking the offered seat as she rubs her throat gingerly. The blade didn't cut skin, but left an indent.

#wordGameWednesday : disappoint
#AssassinationRoommates #draekaki

#wipWednesday #ReiJeanOfficeAU #draekaki
had to put some office back into that office au

"You're still a dumbass," Nico whispers. "How many times have I told you I love you? And you *thanked* me." Will winces at the memory. He wanted so much for it to be real, but he kept having to remind himself that this was Nico giving him the best he could, even when it could never be enough.

#wordGameWednesday : memory
#SolAngelo #draekaki
the AU where Nico is aromantic (or is he) so Will keeps trying to find love elsewhere and they end up making out every time his relationships peter out

Once under the spray, Reiner allows himself a yawn. He's slept. He has to have, because the blaring beeps of a garbage truck backing up jolted him awake at 4 AM. They were then followed by the rumbling of a different truck, the crash of something heavy falling and some shouting about a pallet of cod. None of that seemed to bother Jean, who continued to snore just lightly enough to be charming.

#wipWednesday #ReiJeanOfficeAU #draekaki
surprise, Reiner stayed the night after the first date :3

"I feel like I should take your coat, or" Reiner is immensely gratified by the moan that follows, but Jean is not so easily distracted, "offer you a pillow at least." Reiner sits back on his heels, looks up at him. Keeps looking as he takes off his coat, folds it haphazardly, and shoves it under his own knees. "Anything else?"

#wipWednesday #ReiJeanOfficeAU #draekaki
after the first date :D

"Anyway, fast forward to New Year's Eve, and I'm at the shrine with my two very best friends--" "Oh good, I'm in this story." The tone is still dry, disinterested, and it's weird how it hits Hizashi. Perhaps because it's the first time in a very long while that either of them has acknowledged that they used to be more than somewhat friendlier than normal colleagues. He's wondered, at times, if Aizawa had completely forgotten those days. But he does seem to remember the shrine visit, at least. "And as we were waiting for the third of us to finish his prayer, the other one bumps elbows with me and says 'are you gonna tell him?' " If pressed, he'll say that the reason he grabs his glass and takes a longer than sensible sip out of it is for dramatic timing. If hit by a truth-telling Quirk, he'll have to admit that the drinking is entirely out of nervousness about what he's just not-quite-revealed. "Oh," Aizawa says after a few seconds of silence. "I *am* in this story." He drinks, too. "Yeah," Hizashi admits. And maybe from then on, it gets easier. "I would have denied it, but there wasn't much point. You know how he was with people." Aizawa nods, closing his eyes briefly.

#wordGameWednesday #EraserMic #draekaki

Reiner used to be able to put him to sleep. And maybe Jean doesn't want that relief from him, will never want anything from him again. But he can still offer. Decision made, Reiner slides his arm under the blanket and forward, forward until he feels a different fabric at his fingertips, and lays them light on Jean's hip. An offer. Jean freezes. Instant stillness like this was the touch of death. Reiner can't breathe. Around them, the concert of snores goes on. Maybe this was a mistake, but so what? Jean was always adept at saying no, and if he has to beat Reiner up again to do so, then so be it. He stays just as still, waiting. Jean lets out an exhale like a sigh, and tilts back. The movement is slow, but Reiner's touch on him so light that his fingers slide forward, along his waistband. Permission. To touch. To give. To help. He presses a little on the fabric as he finds its edge, then slips under. There's hair here that was barely growing in before, muscles he's lost the shape of. But Jean's half- hard in his pants and that's not something Reiner could forget however hard he tried, the feel of his skin, the weight of him. He keeps his eyes focused on the bulge under the blanket, doesn't look at Jean's face. This, like the very first time they did it, isn't supposed to be intimate.

#wipWednesday #ReiJean #PastSituationship #draekaki

#ReiJean hanahaki threadfic apparently? 🤔 this was not intentional
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Jean's thoughts screech from *oh, that's okay then* to *wait, no, that is really fucked up*. It has to show on his face, because Reiner's mouth twists into a forced, sad smile. "I don't think you want to hear this," Reiner murmurs.

#wordGameWednesday : SMILE
#ReiJeanOfficeAU #draekaki

"Wait, twenty-one and he already had--" Jean shakes his head. No, of course not. "How old was he?" "Thirty-three, when I met him." It's hypocritical of Jean to judge. He has quite the college record of seducing TA's and professors, some of them at least twice his age at the time. And if said record is not filled with as many successes as he'd have liked his cohort to believe, there were still a few married men in there. But everyone knew what it was. (Except presumably for the wives, which he does feel a little bad about in retrospect, when time permits.) There was no notion of 'forever', or indeed even 'breakfast'. One night and done: it's what he asked for and it's what he got, and it's also why he doesn't really begrudge them sleeping with a student. What Reiner is talking about is something else entirely. And the second part of the sentence suggests he was even younger when he met the guy. Jean nods, fingers clenching on the wheel. "Go on."

#wipWednesday #ReiJeanOfficeAU #draekaki
cw: age/power difference

A few words about Reiner's ex :)

"We don't know for sure that Willy Tybur is the Warhammer. In fact there's a high likelihood he isn't." Yeah. Too important as a politician, as a strategist, to be disposed of after thirteen years. You don't give your general the power that's also a death sentence, Connie was right about that one. "Who, then?" Armin pauses in the middle of reloading, turns wide blue eyes on him before shaking his head. "There's no way to be sure." Fuck, he's exhausting sometimes. Given the traditional turnover rate of the Scouts, it's not unlikely that Jean will make it high enough up the ranks in the next nine years to have Armin as an official advisor; hopefully by that time he'll have learned to trust himself. For now, having just discharged his weapon, Jean points it at Armin. "Gun to your head?" "Threatening me isn't going to--" "Fine. Say if you don't get it right, you die. If you don't answer, Mikasa dies." Armin scoffs. "You and whose army? Lara Tybur, then." He frowns."I didn't think you'd be so willing to sacrifice Mikasa." Jean isn't. Of course he isn't, this was a hypothetical and Mikasa is one of *his*, wrapped in every one of his inner circles except for blood family. But he gets Armin's point, his observation. Jean isn't willing to sacrifice her, but that's not because she's *Mikasa*. Who hangs on to a crush for seven years with no reciprocation, or even acknowledgement? There's only so far the stubborness of not losing to Eren can take him.

#wordGameWednesday: EYES
#assassinationRoommates #draekaki

"--could just pin me against a wall and ravage me," the diminutive redhead with more freckles than face is stage whispering. The gangly blond sighs. "Girl, he could just lie there cock up and read a book and I'd entertain myself just fine, holy shit." Against his better judgment, Jean follows the direction of their leers and is utterly unsurprised to find, at the end of them, his boyfriend adorned in a layer of fresh sweat from overworking the crossover cable machine. Something unpleasant curdles in his stomach. It's harmless, he reminds himself. He's been part of conversations like this without malice aforethought. He's been the *object* of conversations like this and preened under the attention. Hell, when they were at his gym he spent most of the time pre-argument smirking in satisfaction because guys he himself had exchanged appreciative looks and the occasional shower handjob with were staring at his man with not a single respectful thought in mind. Harmless, but the word *prop* has sprung to his mind and forced him to see things through a lens he'd much rather have not known about. *Don't fucking talk about him that way,* he thinks, closing the top of his water bottle with more viciousness than it deserves.

#wipWednesday #ReiJeanOfficeAU #draekaki
nsfw talk at the gym water cooler

Not here in this strange bedroom, with Reiner spread out like a meal, the bare skin of his chest bathed in morning light. They kicked off the blanket at some point in the night, as always happens; Reiner's just a fucking furnace. Now all that's left is the sheet across his chest, which the masters of old would have begged to be allowed to sculpt. He's fairly certain that's the Stupid In Love part of him talking, because Reiner objectively looks like death warmed over, but whatever. That part is pretty loud, and deserves a voice anyway. So there. Beautiful.

#WordGameWednesday : blanket
#ReiJeanOfficeAU #draekaki

"Don't thank me for acts of basic decency, it makes me feel like an asshole," Jean grumbles, feeling the flush of embarrassment climb to his cheeks, and more questions about Reiner's history to his mind. Questions he could ask. *Should* ask, maybe.

#wipWednesday #ReiJeanOfficeAU #draekaki

(spoiler: he doesn't)

So okay, Hizashi's dropped the ball, and the week he's had isn't an excuse. But now it's Saturday night, he's managed to catch a few hours of sleep, there's no emergency to deal with before Monday, and he's going to get to the bottom of whatever weird ailment Aizawa is attempting to hide. Even if said ailment happens to be a Feeling, which to this day remains shaky conversational territory for the two of them, a badly-constructed raft with a single broken oar that they only embark on when they've drunk enough to pretend in the morning that neither of them remembers the conversation, and their sunken faces and sour moods are due to the hangover rather than seasickness. But this time! This time, buoyed by guilt, an excess of caffeine and actual concern for his best friend, Hizashi is going in and he's not leaving Aizawa's apartment until he knows what's going on. Or Aizawa attempts to escape through the bathroom window, in which case Hizashi will be legally obligated to hunt him down. Hopefully it won't come to that.

Hopefully, and talking best case scenarios, he'll find Aizawa on his way to talk to him about how his recent changes in behavior are all the result of a realization that something is missing within himself. Something that can only be fixed by Hizashi. 's dick. He's well aware that not carrying a sleeping bag around, standing straight up at all times instead of sitting or slouching, barely eating or drinking and cringing from even the friendliest pat on the back are not usually indications of romantic epiphanies, but Aizawa's never been one to conform to social norms unless they suit him, and you never know your luck. The thought that this week's luck is pretty knowable at this point has occurred to Hizashi, but he's chosen to be aggressively optimistic about this.

random old #EraserMic wip because i stumbled across it while looking for something else and why the hell not
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handwritten Attack on Titan fic snippet that frankly I'm not typing up. Deals with the immediate aftermath of the Rumbling aka: disposing of the bodies of all the former colossal titans who just fell to their death

me: I'm gonna go to bed so I can write exactly what I feel like to cheer myself up.
me at 11pm: ah.

#draekaki
cw: genocide, death (including of children), corpse disposal

7k #ReiJean threadfic based on that one picture of Jean in the chair :3
#draekaki

#draekaki #assassinationRoommates
(reposted for tagging reasons :3)

"He's the Armored Titan!" Veta shrieks, breaking into the bubble of apparent calm Jean had been drawing the mayor into. He turns to her. "Now that's just stupid." "He is," Veta insist, furious. "He admitted to it!" "Oh, sure. Reiner here is the current wielder of the Armored Titan, I'm not claiming otherwise." Jean takes another step forward, and the armed villagers surge forward, only interrupted when the mayor thrusts out a hand to stop them. "Which is why this is profoundly stupid," Jean continues as if he hasn't noticed. "Last I read about the Armored Titan, it took the combined might of the Mid-East Allied Forces to fail to kill him. And you think your pitchforks will do you any good? Moreover, give him a papercut and a couple of seconds and he can turn into a fifteen meters tall titan that would take even less time to finish off those of you who didn't die from the transformation itself." "He's not the Colossal!" someone claims from the relative safety of the back row. Reiner doesn't need to see Jean's face to know he's rolling his eyes. "At this range it really wouldn't make a difference," he points out. "Then it'll kill you too," Veta snarls.

"You know, I really thought you liked me." Jean sighs. "So I'm the leverage, then?" "Before you arrived, he was about to agree to follow us as long as we left you alone," the mayor confirms. "I'm sure he was," Jean dismisses. "So you people came here for a monster, counting on him being human enough to let you, ah, 'enact justice' as long as I was spared? That has to be the shittiest strategy I've ever heard, and I was in training with Connie Springer." None of those people would know who Connie is; Reiner is the only one who has to stifle a snort. "More importantly," Jean adds, all nonchalance -- and then he *moves.* The cadet Reiner trained with never made more than the bare minimum effort in disciplines that didn't count for the final grades; this, of course, included hand-to-hand combat. But the Scout Reiner barely knew had to fight other humans for survival. He trained. He learned. And in the blink of an eye he has the mayor pulled to his chest, a knife at her throat that he grabbed from her lax fingers. "He thinks I've forgotten, but some time ago, I promised him I'd be the one to kill him."

#wipWednesday #draekaki #ReiJean #assassinationRoommates

#draekaki #wordGameWednesday #ReiJeanOfficeAU

Shouta finds him in the teachers' office a few hours later, pouring over the pamphlets Recovery Girl pushed on him. There are... many of them. "That was a good idea," Shouta tells him, sitting down at his desk. "Especially the part about me not having to do it myself." "It was the worst idea," Hizashi says, staring blankly at the current pamphlet. "Terrible. Deplorable. I shouldn't be allowed to talk, ever." "I don't disagree," Shouta says, which is pretty much what Hizashi expected. "But what's your argument?" "These," Hizashi says, gesturing at the pile of pamphlets. "Recovery Girl agrees with the general thrust of the plan, but she also thinks that after the main presentation we should divide each class in groups, so that they're more comfortable asking questions. According to her that means I need to prepare myself to answer all possible questions. So I gotta study up, and I'm pretty sure she's taking revenge on me for... something." "How'd you figure?" "Well, this one is about vore." Shouta's lips barely twitch. "We do have at least three students who can regenerate limbs," he says with the utmost seriousness. "It does seem like something you should be able to talk about." Hizashi's brain immediately jumps to Amajiki of the Big Three, with his tentacles and wings and-- Oh god, he really should have thought this through. "You're going a little green there." "Shut up."

Shouta mimes zipping his mouth shut, but stays right there, giving him a pointed look until Hizashi is forced to ask "What?" "Is there something we need to talk about?" Shouta asks, suddenly serious. Hizashi frowns in confusion. "No? What are you --" but Shouta's eyes have moved away, are looking at one of the many pamphlets on consent, and Hizashi gets it. Their amazing coordination earlier may not have been that amazing, after all. And of course there are things they need to talk about. Shirakumo, and Shouta's tendency to self-punish and his use of sex as a displacement activity. Their past and their dead friend and the tenuous relationship between them now, this friendship that's also something else that Hizashi doesn't dare put a name to and Shouta seems uninterested in contemplating-- But that's not what he's asking about, here in the teachers' office where anyone could walk in, so Hizashi doesn't mention it. "Not on my end," he says. Consent, check. Clear expectations for each encounter, check. UA teachers absolutely practice what they're about to preach. Plus Ultra.

#draekaki #wipWednesday #EraserMic
arguing for comprehensive sex ed if the students were going to move into dorms? was a mistake