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chaoslulled · 4 months

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mid morning fog / the smell of cold. the taste of dark liquor lingers on his tongue from the night before. his head throbs at the new found light, a shine even from cloudy skies. it makes his head pulse / the after math of another sleepless night. his arm feels heavy as it rises, the back of his palm pressing to soothe the burn in his gaze that struggles to adjust. a few more rapid blinks and he could see again, though hazily. knuckles run along brown silk, a plush throw on top. though that wasn't the one that belonged in his living area, he recognizes it though. he rises with a wince, muscles still aching even after the end of war.

the thick is fabric pulled over him when bare feet feel the chill of wooden floors. footsteps pad careful across the room, pushing the door open. this wasn't his living room, he recognizes it though. a pale leg hangs over the edge of the couch, blanket thrown haphazardly over his frame. reiner's upper face hidden by his forearm to keep the spilling light from getting through. jean's just a step away now, carefully admiring the peace of mid morning. the rise and fall of his chest. the way his lips were part just so.

he holds face at the memory, the way lips had brushed after a warm drink, even through the haze of influence, he remembers.

a good host / good friend.

that's what he's meant to be when jean finds his way to his home, always drunk, and stumbling and so far gone. he should tell him to fuck off and go home and there were times when he guided him back there. but he can't leave him on his own like that –– not when he's vulnerable, not when he understands why he's drinking. hadn't he tried to find that same solace in a barrel before?

but this is testing him. he lays, twisting and turning on the couch, for far too long. his throat is dry and his head is spinning –– he feels like he's the one that got drunk tonight. but in reality he can't stop thinking about lips on his. warm, tasting like the whiskey that jean drank. he can't stop thinking about fingers on his belt and his own fingers gingerly stopping him, pushing him away. because he was drunk, because this wouldn't mean a damn thing, and he's not going to take advantage of him.

he gives him his bed, an extra blanket –– he's out before he even hits the mattress. and now he's here, eyes wide as they stare up at the ceiling, stomach roiling and chest aching.

because...because. because he's wanted jean since he was sixteen. since him and bertolt were an occasional thing. since he's returned to marley. since he's seen the man that he's grown into. since...since everything. and it had been within his fingertips, within his reach, and yet he turned him down.

honestly, he doesn't know what's wrong with him. sometimes he wishes he could be a bad person, but he knows he'd regret it. jean's not kissing him because he wants him. he's kissing him because of warm alcohol and need in his veins.

limbs are askew on the couch –– far too small for a body like his, but he makes himself fit like he always does. soft snores settle from his lips, face pressed half into the pillow, half hidden by his arm that is desperate to block out the light even as he sleeps.

and as he sleeps, he's dreaming of jean. of his lips. of the kitchen counter and prying fingers and he's almost glad he's a light sleeper. that the sound of footsteps pull him from his slumber. that they chase away the fantasy before it can even begin.

" stop staring you fuckin' freak, " he groans out, voice groggy, head aching. reiner's gotten spoiled on actually being able to sleep in now, not just surviving off of a few hours here and there. he may be a prima donna when he can't get enough at once these days.

arm moves down though and eyebrow raises, sleepy honey eyes taking in jean's form. his throat tightens again –– jean is draped in his blanket, and something about it makes his brain short circuit for a moment. it makes a familiar ache start in his chest and end in his head.

he resolutely pushes his arm back over his eyes because if he doesn't, he's going to have more problems than just this. " i'm not running a bed and breakfast. get your own shit. "

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billmaher · 5 months

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dipfearworld · 6 months

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vocenarrante · 1 year

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Altra commedia memorabile del 1989, imperniata sull'amicizia fra un uomo e una donna, che a lungo andare si trasforma in amore. Il film, in cui si percepisce l'influenza di Allen, è scritto da Nora Ephron, diretto da Rob Reiner e interpretato da Meg Ryan e Billy Crystal, entrambi in stato di grazia. La scena del finto orgasmo di Meg Ryan in un ristorante affollato è diventata un cult. — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/92f74J6

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erikurtz · 3 years

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Inside Season 2 of Gender-Swapping Web Series DINETTE With Show Creator Shaina Feinberg

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byproducts-of-my-imagination · 3 years

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Phantom of the Opera [Reiner]

Part of the Through Ink and Quill Classics collab hosted by @pleasantanathema

Thanks for letting me contribute! Based on the seminal Phantom of the Opera by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Some of the dialogue is from the songs, so it might be a little strange at some points. I might write a part two with Zeke as Raoul hehe

pairing: phantom of the opera! Reiner x reader

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content warning: nsfw, slight obsessive behavior

for once in my life I didn’t make something super yandere

You can watch the full 2004 movie for free on YouTube with ads btw: https://youtu.be/4H_NExjbLa4

The monumental chandelier is the crown jewel of the Marleyan Opera House. Delicate crystal, polished to perfection, glittering under stage lights like the very definition of beauty. When a particularly talented singer performs, the vibrations from their voice send slight tremors to the hanging crystals, giving the illusion that the chandelier is alive. Without a doubt, the chandelier is beautiful, like most chandeliers are, but this one is special. It serves as the perfect distraction for you, when the day to day of work wears you down, when prima donna throws a diva fit, or when your feet ache from a particularly brutal ballet practice.

The opera house is bustling with energy, stagehands running to and fro, musicians scrambling to find their chairs. As a chorus girl, your job is to dance and be pretty, as a moveable piece in the background that helps set the tone. The opera is putting on Hannibal, a more fast paced opera with lavish outfits of burgundy and gold, layers upon layers of fabric laced up tight. The Madame signals the continuation of the rehearsal, starting with the aria. As prima donna Carla begins to trill, the backdrop against the stage comes crashing down sending everyone into a panic.

“He’s here! The Phantom of the Opera!” The chorus girls around you whisper, flying into a tizzy.

A booming voice cuts across the stage, through the hushed whispers. “Now, now, everyone. The phantom of the opera is just a myth.” The new owners of the opera house, Dot Pixis and Darius Zackly come down from the stage balcony, with smiles like grimaces.

“This is outrageous! How could you expect me, the best soprano this opera house has ever seen, to perform on a stage with mistakes such as this!” Prima donna? More like prima diva.

Dot Pixis is the first to try and placate her. “Signora, please. Accidents happen.”

“Well not where I work! I will not be going on stage tonight. This incident has soured my voice.”

“Signora-” with a dramatic whip of her dress, Carla storms off the stage.

“Well aren’t we in a bit of a sticky situation!” Dot Pixis laughs, attention already refocused to the flask in his hand.

“Isn’t there anyone who could sing the part in a pinch?” Mr. Zackly cuts in, getting down to business.

The Madame, the overseer of the chorus girls offers a solution. “Sir, if I may suggest Miss y/n. She has been well taught and can sing the aria.”

“Let’s hear it then, girl. I don’t have all day.”

The blinding lights of the stage expose you to the sold out opera house, packed full of people who have come to hear the new show. After the cadenza, you sing the last note, clear and strong. You’re met with thunderous applause, and you bask in it for a few seconds before getting whisked off the stage. The moment in the sun is gone, and you’ll return to being a chorus girl by tomorrow. As the show concludes and you retreat backstage, you’re immediately accosted by your fellow chorus girl Sasha.

“y/n! Where in the world have you been hiding all that talent? Really, you were perfect! I only wish I knew your secret, who is your great tutor?” She says, words blurring together from the speed and excitement.

After a bit of hesitation, you decide to spill. “Father once spoke of an angel, I used to dream he’d appear. Now as I sing I can sense him, and I know he’s here.”

“You’re saying your dead father sent you an angel of music to train you? What the actual fuck man.”

“Oh hush, let me finish, Sasha.”

“Here in this room he calls me softly, somewhere inside, hiding. Somehow I know he’s always with me; he, the unseen genius.”

“Y/n you must have been dreaming, stories like this can’t come true. Y/n, you're talking in riddles and it's not like you.”

“Angel of music, guide and guardian, pray tell me your glory? Angel of music, hide no longer, come to me strange angel.”

“Who is this angel of music?”

“He’s with me even now.”

Sasha looks at you like you’ve lost your mind. But you know. You hear his whispers in the velvet darkness of night. His presence looms over you, protective. It’s a weight on your back, but it’s also a comfort. She shakes her head and leaves to the banquet, to stuff her face no doubt. As soon as you are alone backstage, he calls you.

“Brava, y/n.” he applauds, voice echoing off the walls.

“Please angel, who are you?”

“Look in the mirror, I am there inside.”

What kind of dramatic cliché is this? There’s no way your angel of music is going to come to you through a mirror. That’s pushing it, even for a supposed angel. Nonetheless, you press a tentative hand against the mirror, and see a cloaked figure behind your shoulder. In the distance you hear something, is that a fucking organ playing? The sound sets into you, and blacks out your consciousness.

In sleep he sang to you, in dreams he came. That voice which calls to you, and speaks your name. And do you dream again? For now you find, the phantom of the opera is there, inside your mind.

You wake up in a boat. In the fucking sewers, no less. To his credit, the man did put up hundreds of candles, so at least he’s making an effort. He asks you to sing for him. Even though he’s right in front of you, steering the boat, his voice still sounds like its faraway. “Sing once again with me, our strange duet.” Honestly you’re a little taken aback by the sudden request, but it’s not exactly a good idea to anger your captor right off the bat.

“Sing for me, my angel of music.” His cadence is calm and patient, gentle even. That just unnerves you more though, as you nervously clear your throat.

He’s there, the phantom of the opera. The whispers of the chorus girls echo through your mind like a warning. This man, your beloved vocal coach, and the biggest mystery of the opera house, must be the phantom of the opera.

“Sing, darling.” The organ sounds louder and louder, and you harmonize with it.

“Sing for me!” he sounds more urgent, more pushy. You sing higher and higher, your throat aching with the effort. He keeps insisting and insisting, pushing you higher and higher, until you hit a perfect high E6. It’d typically be way out of your range, but you suppose the body can do great things under pressure.

The boat slows and stills, coming ashore to a lair, heavily decorated in the Victorian style. The phantom offers you a hand, and guides you off the boat. He introduces himself as Reiner, and the two of you make casual conversation. Just as you’re starting to warm up to him, delicate lace catches your eye. You look to the right, and come face to face with a mannequin painted to look exactly like yourself dressed in a wedding dress. Every last detail, copied verbatim. You’re looking at what you’re going to become. The shock is enough to make you pass out for the second time of the day.

Soft sheets envelop you, and you slowly awaken to Reiner gently tracing your features. He’s singing again, trying to convey his feelings the only way he knows how.

“Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs, and wakes imagination. Silently the senses, abandon their defenses.”

“Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor, grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender.”

“Turn your face away, from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light. And listen to the music of the night.”

“Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams. Purge you thought of the life you knew before. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar.”

“And you’ll live, as you’ve never lived before.”

You lay there entranced, looking up into Reiner’s pleading eyes.

“Softly, deathly, music shall surround you. Hear it, feel it, closing in around you. Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, In this darkness which you know you cannot fight. The darkness of the music of the night.”

“Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of a life you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be!”

“Only then, can you belong to me. “

“Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give, to the power of the music that I write. The power of the music of the night.”

“You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music of the night.”

He decrescendos, words all but gone. His golden eyes, like molten gold, threaten to steal you away. A gentle hand holds yours, fingers entwining in a promise as he kisses you. The feeling of him, of Reiner is so palpable you can taste it. It feels like you’re breathing him in, it feels like he’s yours. You’re completely caught up in the moment, until he presses deeper and his half mask digs uncomfortably into your cheek. Slowly as to not raise suspicion, you place a hand on his mask, while he pulls you closer into his lap. He breaks for air, dazed and in bliss. Curiosity got the better of you and you rip the mask off his face. The spell is broken and Reiner shoves you off his lap, retreating to the shadows. It’s too late. You saw what was under his mask. Half his face is covered in what seems like some sort of armor, hard plates with red sinew peeking out beneath them. It’s not what you were expecting, but to be fair, you have no idea what you were expecting.

“Damn you! You little prying Pandora! Is this what you wanted to see?”

“Reiner...”

“Curse you! Now you cannot ever be free...”

He kneels to the floor in front of you, holding his head in shame.

“Stranger than you dreamt it, can you even dare to look or bear to think of me? This loathsome gargoyle who burns in hell but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly...”

“Fear can turn to love, you’ll learn to see the man behind the monster. This repulsive carcass, who seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly...”

“Oh, y/n… You are my heaven, the only beauty I recognize. Please...”

You overlap your hands on his, tilting his face to look you in the eye, and kiss him. You feel the wetness of his tears, and as your face presses up against his, the tears he’s shedding roll down your cheeks as well.

Your acceptance of him breaks a dam. He floods into you, all at once and much too much to bear. Reiner lifts you on the bed, blanketing you, peppering you with kisses like his life depends on it. A hand shakily trails up your thigh from underneath your dress while the other deliberately pulls down the zipper against your spine.

He gingerly pulls your dress down, and takes a shaky breath before he takes off his cloak. You reach up and pull off his bowtie, then start unbuttoning his waistcoat. As you reach for his dress shirt, his hand comes up to grip your wrist, and tears start falling anew.

“Please… don’t leave me after you see how hideous I really am…”

You purse your lips, and start unbuttoning his dress shirt again, straightening up to kiss his tears away. While you work on that, Reiner slides his belt past the loops on his pants, still tense and bracing himself to be abandoned. Once his clothes are finally off, you understand why he was hesitant. There are patches of armor on his skin, similar to the ones on his face, with the same sinewy muscle fibers showing underneath. Reiner heaves with sobs, shaking and crying, stripped bare and vulnerable for your eyes to see. This poor, poor man. He must have been severely traumatized because of his appearance. Reiner leans in to kiss you once more, and when he realizes you are kissing him back, he collapses forward onto the bed, trapping you in his embrace underneath him. You lock your legs around him, grinding up against his hard cock, letting him feel the wetness of your pussy.

The hands that grip your thighs too hard tremble. More tears gather on your skin, settling in clusters that decorate your stomach. He shifts further down the bed, settling between your thighs. A gentle suction on your clit has you bucking into him on instinct, hands finding a grip in his hair. When he realizes you actually like this, that you actually like him, he abandons all reservations and devours you. His sheer desperation and enthusiasm makes up for any lack of technique. He looks at you with an obsessive gleam in his eyes, with unadulterated exaltation. A finger slides its way into you, and after a while another joins it, scissoring and spreading you wide. The tension builds, and just when you're about to reach your peak he slides his finger out, the absence leaving behind an empty feeling. You whine, tears of frustration pricking at your eyes.

He leans over to kiss you for the umpteenth time and after a brief pause, starts to carefully push his way inside you.

“Reiner…” you whimper, stuck between pain and pleasure as his girthy cock splits you open.

He responds with a revenant whisper, “Don’t worry angel, I’ll take care of you.”

You clench and squirm around him, seeking more stimulation. Reiner takes the hint and snaps his hips deeper into you, before thrusting in and out, carving his way inside you. The head of his cock catches and scrapes your walls, making you shudder. Reiner greedily takes all of you, reaching deeper and further with every movement. On instinct, he pushes your thighs further back into a mating press to reach deeper. The new angle has him hitting that spot deep inside you, the spot that makes your toes curl and your legs shake. He immediately notices the change in reaction, targeting that spot and abusing it over and over. The obscene sound of his balls slapping against you make you feel utterly debauched.

“O-oh! Reineeeeerrrrr”

He gives you a salacious grin, pounding into you harder and faster. It hurts a bit when his cock reaches too far in, but the pleasure he gives you overrides everything. He’s making your vision blur and taking you to a higher plane of existence. You’re clamping down on him tight, and you get tighter and tighter as you tense up more and more. Reiner comes crashing down into you and you can’t help but cum all over his cock. In that moment you’re hopped up on ecstasy, screaming and crying from how right it feels. He didn’t have to say a word, but you knew Reiner felt the same. He gives a few more thrusts and you swear you can feel his cock pulsing as it shoots his cum deep inside you. You feel him softening inside you, but to your surprise he doesn’t pull out. Just stays tucked inside you. A wave of exhaustion washes over you and your legs go limp.

You wake up in Reiner’s arms, nestled into his chest. He looks down at you in awe, eyes welling with tears once again.

He strokes your hair and whispers, “Do you regret it?”

“I don’t regret a thing.” you whisper back, and feel his tears again.

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heyitsjay03 · 3 years

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Please, please, please, please, please be kind when requesting (this doesn’t just go for me! just be nice to people, yo). I’m a high school senior enrolled in more college courses than my actual first year at college. I’m also an eldest daughter and in charge of cooking, cleaning, taking care of my siblings and my dogs (one of which is Satan Incarnate). Please be kind and patient. If I choose your request, I will get to it. I’m a woman of my word.

Please request through my ask/let’s chat tab. I don’t really consider comments as requests so if you have a request, please use that tab.

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I will write fluff, smut, and angst

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Reader, a seventeen year old living in Shiganshina, works under Doctor Yeager as an assistant and eventual successor. She is exceptionally close to Eren- the good doctor’s son, Mikasa- Eren’s best friend and guardian, and Armin- Eren and Mikasa’s genius best friend. Reader shares with them the details of her engagement to a man who promises to alleviate her family’s debt to allow her younger sister, Sasha, to live the life she wants. However, when the Colossal and Armored Titans attack, her life is thrown into chaos.

Chapter Two:

After two years of searching, Reader bumps into some old faces who suggest it’s time for her to move on. She agrees and signs up for the Cadet Corps. There, she reunites with those from her past and bumps into someone she wouldn’t mind having a future with.

Chapter Three:

As training continues, Reader continues to fight through and claw her way to the top. Fate, it seems, has other plans. When the Colossal Titan makes another appearance, the Cadets are forced into combat- where Reader will be pushed to her limits and question her morals.

Chapter Four:

Reader takes up a new role as she realises the perspective her fellow Cadets have with her. Reiner finally attempts to open up to Reader while Sasha and Reader take steps to rebuild their trust and relationship. And, when Reader’s back is against the wall again, she makes an interesting discovery.

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Reader returns to the wall after being rescued and “voluntold” to participate in an interview. As the interview continues, Reader is faced with the truth of her past. After leaving, Reader checks up on Eren- and is less than pleased with his condition and decides to take it out on the man who is responsible.

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The Cadets make their decisions on which Regiment they would like to join- where Reader has to come to terms with the decisions of more than a few people closest to her. On their first expedition outside Wall Rose, Reader and Reiner encounter a Female Titan and rush to Armin’s aid. After being corralled into the trees, Reader stands guard with Reiner. When the unexplainable happens, Reader is forced to confront her circumstances.

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In the aftermath of the events in the forest, Reader is thrown into a holding cell. When given an opportunity to leave and prove her innocence, she takes it. Now with Squad Leader Hange, she tests of the extent to her powers- and begins to question the limits she, as a human being, can handle.

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Reader lives a normal life in 40s-era Hell’s Kitchen. She keeps her scrappy best-friend-slightly-brother Steve Rogers out of trouble, she works to put her way through nursing school, and she shoves her deepest feelings for her other best friend, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, down into the darkest part of her guts. When she and Bucky are recruited into the military and she has to work under Doctor Nachtnebel, she starts to suspect something of the elusive man.

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When she’s awoken from cryo, Reader is greeted by ice, pain, and the certainty that she will complete her mission and bring HYDRA the glory it deserves. Steve and Tony, the two that woke her, scramble to figure out what is to be done about Reader. It seems, however, she has other plans.

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(x fem!reader) When Reader returns from her monthly trip to the village, she finds her wife, Alcina, in hysterics. She, in turn, vows vengeance against the man that caused her beloved wife harm.

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bravetobraver · 6 days

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The Power of the Smile w Donna Reiners- You want to change your internal world? Change your marriage? Your WORK environment? Your Relationships at work or home? The Power of the Smile - Smile when you Speak to me! With Donna Reiners #intention #work #relationships

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snk-smartpass-traduction · 3 years

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CLASSROOM LEARNING TIME - Chap. 15 : Livaï – Cours obligatoires pour les cadets - Partie 1

[ Texte en anglais : ici ( @tsuki-no-ura ) ]

[ La série Classroom learning time rassemble des histoires qui traitent de sujets de société à l’intérieur des murs (la criminalité, le sel, la corruption, ...). Les histoires ont été publiées sur l’appli Au Smartpass en 2015 et les personnages concernés sont : Armin, Sasha, Hansi, Eren, Marco, Jean, Nile, Mike, Reiner, Annie, Hannes, Dita Ness, Ymir, Connie, Livaï, Marlowe, Mikasa, Grisha, Historia, Dot Pixis, Bertolt, Rico, Moblit, Dimo Reeves et Erwin. Seule la deuxième partie de l’histoire d’Eren et la première partie de l’histoire de Livaï sont disponibles en ligne. Source : ici ]

L’approvisionnement en thé (produit de luxe)

« Eren, une minute et demie après avoir mis ces feuilles de thé dans l’eau chaude, transfère-les dans une tasse. Réchauffe la théière et la tasse à l’avance avec de l’eau.

- D’accord, Petra. »

Dans l’ancien siège du Bataillon d’exploration, Eren, en tant que nouvelle recrue placée sous la supervision du caporal Livaï, préparait le thé après le repas, en suivant les directives d’une camarade plus âgée que lui.

« Il faudra que tu redoubles d’attention quand tu utiliseras la passoire à thé : tu ne dois laisser aucune feuille à l’intérieur. Surtout parce que le caporal est très tatillon. Il faut que tu fasses attention à ça. »

En écoutant les directives données par la subordonnée de Livaï, qui affichait des connaissances pointues en matière de thé comme si c’était quelque chose de tout à fait banal, Eren pencha la tête sur le côté pour montrer sa perplexité.

« ... Au fait, quand j’étais cadet dans les Brigades d’entraînement, les rares fois où nous pouvions boire du thé étaient avant les examens…, dit-il.

- Ça ne m’étonne pas. Pendant leur formation, les cadets n’ont droit qu’à des rations composées de produits de mauvaise qualité, n’est-ce pas ? »

Eren répondit avec un hochement de tête :

« Oui. Depuis que je suis entré dans le Bataillon, je suis surpris de voir autant de variétés et de marques de thé…

- Ça, c’est parce que j’ai obtenu des prérogatives en matière d’approvisionnement. »

Livaï, qui était en retard, se laissa tomber sur sa chaise et poursuivit en prenant sa tasse :

« Les soldats du Bataillon d’exploration ne vivent pas que des impôts… Tu sais que nous recevons des aides financières de la part de riches marchands et de nobles, n’est-ce pas ?

- Oui… Ah, et parmi ces mécènes se trouvent des marchands de thé ? »

« Le Caporal a accompli un exploit là aussi... », chuchota Petra à l’oreille d’Eren. Livaï l’entendit.

« Peuh… Ils croient que les soldats du Bataillon sont incapables d’apprécier le thé, que nos cerveaux ne sont constitués que de muscles. Il m’a suffi d’une discussion avec un de ces marchands. »

Cette fois-ci, Livaï ne donna pas plus de détails sur ce qui s’était passé avec le marchand.

Plus tard, Eren eut l’occasion d’apprendre de la bouche des subordonnés de Livaï comment le soldat le plus fort de l’humanité avait obtenu, au bénéfice du Bataillon d’exploration, le soutien financier d’un marchand fournisseur de thé.

« Le thé provient d’une plante que l’on fait pousser essentiellement dans le sud. Ainsi, peu de temps après la chute du mur Maria, les prix ont fortement augmenté. Tu le sais déjà, non ? A cette époque, les marchands qui se sont accaparés toutes les feuilles de thé en conservent aujourd’hui encore le monopole, et les profits qu’ils en tirent sont toujours élevés. On garde un œil là-dessus, mais c’est une situation assez délicate. »

Même si Erwin et Hansi faisaient des offres alléchantes à ces marchands dans l’espoir d’obtenir leur soutien, ces derniers ne se montraient pas intéressés. Livaï n’avait pas l’habitude d’accompagner Erwin et Hansi, mais cette fois-là, il était arrivé sur le lieu de la négociation, et s’était exclamé :

« Hé… Attendez une minute… Dans cette boutique, vous proposez à vos clients des feuilles de thé qui ont plus de deux ans, et qui de surcroît tombent déjà en poussière ?! »

« A la suite à cette remarque, les yeux du marchand ont changé de couleur, à ce qu’on raconte. »

Le marchand, qui avait fini par accepter de soutenir financièrement le Bataillon d’exploration, était lui aussi un amateur de thé. Au moment où il s’était rendu compte qu’il était face à un connaisseur qui savait apprécier le bon thé, son attitude changea et, en un clin d’œil, le thé tout frais de cette année et, par ailleurs, le meilleur thé qu’il possédait, issu des meilleures pousses, fut présenté aux soldats.

« Tandis que le Caporal et le marchand étaient en pleine conversation sur de sujets comme le rendement du thé de l’année, leur échange prit une tournure de plus en plus amicale. A cela, il faut ajouter l’intervention du Major, qui trouve toujours les mots justes : Si nous récupérons des terres, vous pourrez devenir propriétaire de vastes plantations de thé. Cette promesse eut raison du marchand ; il devint ainsi notre mécène.

- Hé hé… Il n’est pas seulement fort, mais aussi très cultivé. »

Après l’anecdote, on arriva à la fin du repas et ce fut de nouveau le moment de préparer le thé.

« Hé… Eren !

- Oui ?!

- Ces feuilles de thé doivent infuser dans l’eau à 90°C pendant deux minutes, je t'ai dit. Refais tout depuis le début. »

Eren avait eu un moment de distraction et avait visiblement laissé infuser les feuilles un peu trop longtemps.

Il dut retourner en cuisine, l’air abattu en voyant que Petra l’accompagnait pour l’aider. Il dit :

« Hem, je me demande si je pourrais devenir plus fort en étant plus attentif aux détails, comme lui…

- Il n’y a pas vraiment de lien entre les deux, si ? Tu dois faire ce pourquoi tu es fait. »

En dépit du sourire de Petra, et tandis qu’il jetait les feuilles de thé gâchées, Eren ressentit comme un vertige en pensant au vaste travail qu’accomplissaient les officiers du Bataillon d’exploration et à tout le chemin qui lui restait à parcourir.

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