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aengelren · 1 year

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I’ve gotten this asked a couple of times, so I’ll pin it as an answer to why I love Eren so much.

Happy birthday, Eren

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A few years ago, I tried to convince my brother to watch Brooklyn nine nine. He told me he’d watch one episode in exchange of me watching an episode of Attack on titan. Reluctantly, I gave in, and the rest is history. The ups, downs, tears, laughter I’ve experienced with this story is beyond what I expected that night. But the thing I’ll hold most precious, is finding Eren: my favorite character of all time.

He’s so full of emotions and he expresses them so vividly, it made it hard not to feel for him. I was immediately beholden by him. From that very first episode. In shock over his strong morality, the questions he had about the world. About his existential view of it. “Life has no meaning? I’ll create my own.” How he felt so strongly about his rights, about being caged, but mostly, how he acted upon those thoughts. It was simply inspiring. Not the actions itself, but how he went through hell and back for his goals. With his will alone. He wasn’t made that way, or taught that was. It’s his very nature. “I’ve always been me…”

Does freedom have morality? I saw an Aot analysis asking this great question. Is Eren not free because his freedom doesn’t align with your definition of it? It doesn’t matter that I disagree with his view, it’s his. And his blatant pursuit for it makes him free. He’s never been held back by authority, fear. While other people run from titans, Eren hurls himself towards them. Whereas a “normal” human usually has to fight to keep going, Eren always fights to hold back. He’s in a constant state of wanting to go all out, a maximalist. He learns to control his urges, to embrace his destructive nature and go after his desires. Even though he KNOWS they are wrong. But they feel right for him, so he’ll do it. He cries for his victims, yet he still kills them. He never denies being a monster, like Levi said in s1, “he can’t be caged. He will never submit to anyone.” Imagine being so free that no amount of destruction or judgment can change the path you want to follow. Having thousands of years worth of pain impose your brain in form of memories, messes you up. But even with all that, he kept moving forward. Making his limited time alive account for something instead of sitting back, accepting fate. Following the battle of Eren vs himself, exploring his hypocritical, contradicting, sympathetic mind, has been an absolute pleasure. I don’t think you can learn enough.

You know how you wish you didn’t care about what people thought of you? Or social norms? He never did. Even from a young age. The way his mind works and how he never shy’s away from his beliefs. There are many parts of Eren I look up to. Like how he’s always a raw version of himself. There are also many traits of his that I relate to. His anger, grief, his self hatred. The part I can’t relate to is the sheer willpower he has. Eren is a literal physical manifestation of pursuing his will. Not naturally intelligent like Armin, not physically strong like Mikasa. He moves forward, alone, only through the strength of his mind. He grew up in a loving home, yet killed ruthlessly as a kid. It’s the ultimate discussion about Nature vs nurture. I know he helped a lot of people like he did with me, the level of nuances are insane and there’s tons to discuss. But I just wanted to talk a bit about why i love him so much, even if it’s just for myself. One thing that i know many of us can relate to is how lonely Eren felt through his hardest times. Yes, he was surrounded by people but no one ever asked him what was wrong, even though he had visibly changed. And even though being alone is “what he wanted, we all know he wouldn’t mind a shoulder to cry on. Everyone has a limit. (My love for him is limitless.) There’s nothing I don’t appreciate about his character. Happy birthday, Eren ♡

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seradyn · 1 year

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What to Get A King

Happy birthday Ardyn

Reader tries to prepare the perfect gift for Ardyn, but he has his own plans.

TW: none

Word Count: 1690

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Finding gifts for Ardyn was always a challenge. He was quite adamant that your presence was enough of a gift, but you found that unfair, considering how often he liked to spoil you. When you pointed this out to him, he only got smug, pleased you were aware of his schemes, and that you knew you could do nothing about them.

Now that Ardyn had taken his rightful place on the throne, it was even harder for you to find things he may like. You knew of his taste for wine, his skill at chess, but his cellars were full, and there were only so many times you could give him chess pieces before it lost its charm.

Worse yet, Ardyn wasn’t overly fond of his own birthday, to put it simply. He only saw it as a reminder of how truly old he was, how he belonged to a different time. He needn’t be reminded of how unnaturally long he’d been alive.

But to you, it was so much more. It was a chance to celebrate his presence in your life, another year you got to share with him. Every moment with him was a gift; you were simply returning the favor.

It was for this reason you’d spent the day fussing over your shared room, preparing it for when it was time for Ardyn to open his ‘present’. Rose petals upon the bed, scented candles about the room, his favorite set of lingerie waiting for you to wear. You were going to spoil this man; he deserved it after all he’d done. Any excuse to do so was a good one, in your eyes.

Ardyn spent most of his time perched on his throne, which gave you ample time to make everything perfect. The last thing you needed to do was fetch him.

The halls of the citadel were vast and ornately decorated, but after years of living in them, they weren’t as impressive anymore. Your footsteps echoed like beacons in the deserted corridors. You knew the way to the throne room by heart, and you were there before too long. The large doors announced you as they were pushed inward, entering the presence of your King.

Ardyn sat slumped in his seat, his hat falling in front of his eyes, cheek resting on a closed fist. Above him was the Crystal, and the broken bodies of some of his victims. They hung from the rafters by chains, gently swaying from the draft created by the wall that had been blown outward. They were symbols of his power, of what he was, and you thought they suited him.

Even from a distance, you saw his lips curl upward at your entrance; he knew it was you. You quickly ascended the stairs, smiling brightly as you finally came before him.

“Your Majesty,” you cooed in greeting, your hands clasped behind your back. It was only then that he finally looked up at you, amber eyes full of adoration.

“My Queen,” he said just as softly, reaching for you with the hand he’d been leaning on. You obediently placed yours in his open palm, giggling as he pulled you forward to pepper stubbly kisses on the back of your fingers. “What has brought you before me today?”

“A little birdie told me you need some pampering,” you said with a smirk. You felt some pride in how perfectly you prepared everything, and you couldn’t wait for him to see it. “There’s something special waiting for you in our room.”

“Oh?” Ardyn looked at you inquisitively. “And might I ask what exactly brought this on?”

“You, my King,” you purred. “His Majesty has given me so much, I wanted to show my gratitude.”

He seemed to consider that, though his gaze grew suspicious. “This wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with what day it is today, would it?”

You stared at him dumbly for a moment, before you regained your composure. No! He couldn’t know already! “Certainly not!” You said, feigning offense. “I only wanted to do something nice for you.”

“Is that so?” His hold on your wrist tightened in warning. “Because I remember specifically asking you not to do anything special for me today.”

“Hmm,” you snatched your hand away, turning your back to him. You’d hoped he may have forgotten about his birthday, so you could get away with this, but his hatred for it kept it from escaping his mind.

Unfortunate, and frustrating to no end, but you could still make it work.

“I can’t recall a conversation like that,” you teased, trying to get back at him for ruining your plans. This you knew would provoke him.

You smiled as you heard Ardyn rise, his shadow looming behind you. Soon, his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you into his broad, muscular frame. His breath fanned across your neck as he hovered close to your ear, waves of heat sent burning down to your core when he nibbled the edge of it. Every place your bodies touched sparked with mutual want.

“Darling,” he husked in a low, seductive purr. “You know how I detest liars.”

You hummed again, turning to nuzzle his nose with your own, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“How dreadful,” you matched his tone, goading him even further. “It seems you’ll just have to punish me.”

Before he could react, you twirled out of his grip, bolting down the stairs and heading for the door. You’d intended for the evening to end with romantic, passionate lovemaking, but you knew Ardyn loved a good chase even more. His domination was something you both found arousing, and if he was willing to play ball, you were more than happy to indulge him. The thought of him finally catching you, pinning your hands to a wall, or the headboard of your shared bed, tieing them up with one of his many scarves as he made you his. Marked you for all the world to see that you belonged to him…your panties were already growing soiled at the thought.

Alas, as soon as your foot left the last step, eyes locked on the door, you saw a flash of black smoke and magenta in your periphery. With a sound like shattering glass, Ardyn appeared directly in your path, making you run headfirst into his chest. A light ‘oof’ came from you as his arms caged you against him once more.

You scowled at him, seeing the triumphant smirk on his face, prominent even while you tried to squirm out of his grasp.

“Cheater,” you pouted. He only chuckled at that, leaning down to suck a bruise into your neck; one of many punishments you were sure to come for your dishonesty. Still, you tangled your fingers in his hair, lifting your chin to make it easier for him. He rewarded you by lapping at the bruise with his tongue, easing the soreness that was developing.

“All’s fair in love and war, my dear,” he murmured into your skin. You scoffed, titling your head as he kissed a path up the column of your neck, his stubble tickling you. It was enough to distract you from his roaming hands, which kept you trapped while they explored your body.

“A-Ardyn!” You squeaked when one of them descended dangerously close to your aching womanhood, squeezing your thighs and ass possessively. “I made the bed all nice for us!”

“Oh I’m sure you did,” he said, leaning back to look at you, already blushing and needy for him. “That preparation shall not go to waste…”

Abruptly, he let go, taking a step back from you. He grinned at the disappointment on your face; you’d earned it.

“…But first. Since you insist on disobeying me, there is one thing I desire above all else.”

You blinked at him, surprised by his sudden change of heart. He was going to tell you what he wanted?

What he did next caught you more off guard than you could’ve imagined.

Slowly, he came down to a kneel, looking up at you with a smile that lacked his usual smugness. This one was genuine, love filled.

Your eyes widened, a silent gasp parting your lips…No…Surely he wasn’t…

Ardyn said your name quietly, in gentle reverence. “You have soldiered through the darkness with me for decades. You have shared with me the light I thought long lost, despite what I’ve done to not deserve it. I wish to be one with you, in the eyes of all beings. For what is a King without his Queen?”

You…didn’t know what to say, as he looked at you lovingly. It felt like your breath had been stolen away. You were crying, you realized. Tears, happy tears, were rolling down your cheeks, your heart soaring into the clouds.

He was really going to…

Ardyn reached inside his coat, pulling out a small box. Opening it, he revealed a gorgeous ring, decorated in more jewels than you could name.

“My dear…might we rule this land as one…as husband and wife?”

The words were barely out of his mouth before you leapt towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a crushing embrace, the word ‘yes’ falling from your lips again and again. This was all you’d ever dreamed of; being with Ardyn for the rest of your days. You’d given up on the idea of Ardyn ever proposing though, or ever getting a wedding, and you’d made peace with that. Being with your beloved was more important, of course. But the fact he’d gone out of his way to do something so unmistakably sweet, something he knew you wanted, it made your heart pump elation into your veins with every beat.

You could feel Ardyn smirking into your shoulder, his free hand rubbing comforting circles into your back. He’d undoubtedly one upped you, on his own birthday.

“Come, my love,” he said, standing with you still in his arms. “Let us make use of the bed you went to such lengths to prepare.”

With that, he led you from the room, prematurely consummating your marriage.

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Happy birthday to our dearest King.

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