eren's canonically pathetic. just saying. don't come for me lol.
a princess and her knight; eren jaeger
things to know: one-shot, knight!eren, princess!reader, medieval era, forbidden love, angst, lowercase intended, use of y/n but with purpose?, not proofread, yes this is based on that tiktok trend sue me
"thank you for everything, lady yvette," you abruptly said in a soft tone, an octave higher than a whisper. "i can take care of the rest. i'll see you outside, okay?"
your handmaiden brushed your hair one last time before looking into the mirror and noticing why you had stopped her. your father, the king's most trusted knight, was standing outside your doorāeren jaeger.
you had known eren ever since you turned seventeen, which was over three years ago. he was young, just a year older than you when he sought asylum from his home country, germany. he was appointed to be a knight for your kingdom, but your father had other plans for him.
eren had shown the most dedication, resilience, loyalty, and strength amongst the other soldiers of the batch. because of that, your father decided he could take on the responsibility of being your personal guardāyour knight in shining armour. your life or death would be in his hands. if anything were to happen to you, eren would be executed, and he agreed to those terms.
being a knight meant having status. whatever conditions that status came with, he would take onābeing shunned, imprisoned, stoned, lynched, beheaded; anything that resulted in his inevitable death, he was more than willing to endure. he was confident in his skills and knew it would never have to come down to that. as long as he had decent food, clean water, warm shelter, and an income, he was content with his way of life. it would be better than the life he left behind in germany.
what he wasn't prepared for was falling in love with you.
his great helm was off, revealing his messily tied hair that you barely got to see. you had a full view of his green eyes, dark eye bags, lively skin, and soft nude lips. his helmet was cradled in his left arm as he patiently waited for lady yvette to say her goodbyes.
"no, thank you." she had a tainted smile resting on her face. she wrapped her arms around your shoulders and chest, giving you a tight hug. "i'll miss you, princess. don't you dare forget me."
you held back tears. tears that your handmaiden failed to keep in. lady yvette had taken care of you ever since you were born, probably even more than your mother. she knew everything about you, the good and the bad, but still loved you unconditionally.
she also knew about your feelings for eren.
your affair with eren.
"don't be ridiculous, lady yvette." you held onto her arms, voice slightly wavering. "i could never forget you. may the lord strike me down if i ever do."
she held onto you for as long as she could before leaving the room and shutting the door, giving you and eren privacy. you stayed seated in your chair, watching him from the corner of your eye as he gently placed his helmet beside your white wedding gown laid out on your bed.
he stood behind you, where lady yvette stood. "are you ready?"
you couldn't make eye contact with him. you weren't sure if it was guilt, disdain, or the impending misery. "i need to put my gown on. i'll need some help tightening it."
"of course."
he turned around while you put your wedding gown on over your petticoat and slips. it made your heart sink deeper. he was acting as though he hadn't seen your body before.
the gown was made for royalty, stitched with a future that was already decided for you. the upper half was a corset, made with the finest silk and lace. the bottom half puffed out a bit, and a long train followed it. your veil was made with the same lace as the sleeves and corset of your dress.
it was a beautiful outfit. what a shame it was worn for the wrong person.
it should have been eren.
"i'm ready," you muttered.
he turned around. as soon as he got a good look at you in your wedding gown, he wasn't sure he could do this anymore. something in him broke. he was no longer the king's strongest knightāhe had fallen, succumbed to you.
he stared at you like a man staring at the life he could have had.
if only he'd been someone else in this life.
he inched closer to you, beginning to tighten your corset. his fingers carefully grazed your spine, as though he feared the silk might bruise beneath his touch. you felt his breath on your skin, his lips placing soft kisses from your neck to your shoulder bladeāone kiss after another, slower than the last, like a farewell disguised as affection. "you look beautiful, y/n."
you turned to face him. neither of you moved for a while. his eyes dropped to your lips, and he let out a shaken exhale that sounded like he had been holding his breath for years.
he kissed you like a man who had already chosen to lose you. the kiss was tender. it hurt even more because it wasn't rushed or desperate. it was slow and familiar. it was second nature. a habit. a memory. home. your home. his lips moved with devastating patience, like he was engraving the memory of your touch into his soul.
when he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. for a moment, it felt like the world outside of your bedroom did not exist. it was just the two of youānot a princess and her knight.
"eren," your breath hitched. you placed your hand on his jaw. "let's run away."
he suddenly tore himself away. it's not because he wanted to, but because he knew he wouldn't stop if he didn't. he knew he would give in to your absurd plans if he didn't. the warmth from his touch bled away as he stepped back. "i'm sorry, princess."
"stop calling me that," you shouted before stepping closer to him. you held his hands, lowering your voice again. "eren, please. i'm begging you. please-"
"i'm sorry," he repeated, pained. "i should not have done that. you're spoken for."
"to hell with that!" your lips quivered, still trying your hardest not to cry. "you're supposed to protect me. that is your duty. so please, eren, protect me. save me from this marriage."
"y/n-" he stopped himself. "bounties would be put on us. they would look for us until every corner of this earth has been searched. we would always be on the run. no money, no security, no freedom. that is no way to live. you do not deserve to live like that. trust me, i would know."
"i am fine with that," you replied. "believe me, i am fine with that. as long as i'm with you, i don't care. i will be fine. don't decide that for me. don't take that away from me."
his expression softened. it wasn't cold or dismissive. it was unbearably mournful.
"i love you, y/n. i'd die for you," he murmured, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss onto your ring fingerāthe one soon to be bound to another man. his touch lingered, and his eyes were closed. "but i can't ruin your life."
when he finally let go, he set your hand down gently. he put his great helm on, straightened up with his shoulders squared, and stomped his right foot once, reporting for duty once again. "let's go, princess. your groom awaits your arrival."
the ceremony was held in the grand cathedral at the heart of the capital. sunlight filtered through stained glass windows, casting deep reds and golds across the marble floors. the air smelled faintly of jasmine and burning incense, and a choir sang from the upper balcony, their voices echoing against the high ceilings.
white oāhara garden roses lined both sides of the aisle, tied with silk ribbons in the pink and gold of your kingdom. nobles filled the pews, dressed in their finest. everything felt still, reverent, as if everyone in the room understood the weight of the occasion.
it felt like a moment carved into history at the cost of your misery.
you stood at the altar beneath a towering arch of flowers and fabric, hands joined with your groomās. the priest spoke ancient vows written for royalty. your now-husband slid a victorian pearl and ruby ring onto your finger. you adjusted it, trying to settle the weight of it. the wedding band felt strangely cold against your skin. it was nothing compared to the warmth it held when erenās lips were there instead.
once the ceremony ended, the church doors opened and a breeze carried in the faint sound of bells from the kingdom outside. guests tossed petals as you and your husband walked down the aisle together, arms linked. the choir continued singing, softer now, harmonizing with the muffled cheers from beyond the cathedral steps.
your gown trailed behind you in a long sweep of lace and white fabric. your veil caught the breeze softly every few steps. your husband kept a gentle pace beside you, offering his arm, occasionally glancing down with a quiet smile.
the knights on both sides of the aisle dropped to one knee as you approached, armour clinking in unison. heads bowed, swords grounded in front of them in a formal salute, their right hands over their hearts with their fists closed as a gesture of unwavering loyalty to the crown.
you kept your eyes forward at first. it was easier that way. easier to pretend this was just another procession and not the start of a life you never asked for. but you should have known by now that nothing in your life would ever go according to plan.
your eyes shifted ever so slightly, barely noticeable enough to betray that you were looking for him.
eren was the final knight on your left. his armour was polished, reflecting stained glass light across the steel. he knelt like the others, sword pressed to the floor, but his posture was straighter. his helm tilted just enough to face forward, not fully bowed.
you werenāt supposed to look at him. you didnāt turn your head. you just let your eyes slide toward him for half a millisecond, like second nature.
through the narrow slit of his helm, his lashes shimmered, but it was distinct from steelāthey were tears. tears held painfully still. one clung to the edge of his eye, refusing to fall. he didnāt blink. he didnāt let it move. he held himself together for as long as you stayed near him.
thatās when you broke.
all of a sudden, tears were involuntarily flooding down your face. they hit fast and hard, your face crumpling before you could stop it. your breath came out uneven, like a choke, and you tried to swallow it down, but it only made the next sob louder. you didnāt cry gracefully. you couldnāt. you were falling apart.
he didnāt falter. he didnāt reach for you. he only bowed deeper at the exact moment you passed, as though honouring the crown while mourning the end of you two.
your husbandās grip on your arm tightened for a moment, forcing you to relax. your skin under the ring felt even colder. you tried to control yourself to the best of your abilities before you looked forward again.
the sunset hit you, bright and loud and undeserved. as the kingdom roared and followed you out, eren stayed inside alone. he remained knelt behind you like a prayer no one heard. you didnāt need to look back to know he had fallen apart too because your heart felt it.
he gave the kingdom his loyalty and gave you up with it. he would regret it for the rest of his life.
for eternity, even.
you kept walking because your body was moving on its own. your heart hadnāt caught up yet.
Not looking to fan any flames here, but I just have to comment on this. The amount of posts and comments on said posts I'm seeing acting upset, borderline temper tantrums, about how Courtney is "a grown ass woman" they "have to babysit" and relentlessly mock her for choosing evil and putting that on you.
Why are you playing this game? If you want a cookie cutter basic story where people just make thier own desicions and barely change go watch a normal superhero movie. Dispatch is overtly, unapologetically, about the team you are nurturing and their relationship with you. They aren't literal children but the hypocritical infantalization yet mockery of people for needing help is cringe and off putting, people in all walks of life need help. Why is Robert needing help to get his suit working and get out of his slump, narrativly different from Courtney needing someone to actually belive in her for once, and to stick with her even when it looks bad?
The setting has made it clear: The Z-team are fuckuckps, former villans that most heroes, Robert included at first, just see as still villans. The point is to change them, to show them a better way and more importantly to walk that path with them, show them you mean buisness. Robert's job isn't just dispatching, it's mentoring the heroes to be Mandy even *says* that in episode one. If you hate the idea you'd have to actually mentor adults why didn't you drop the game there? Or is it only a problem when a character you've decided you don't like is doing it, and it's fine when Flambae or Golem treat you like shit but you keep working to fix their attitudes?
I also disagree with the notion that Courntey is favored by the writters. She and Mandy both have significantly more screen time and development, and both show a clear attraction for Robert to the point of violating boundries and acting innapropriatly with and around him. I think that's just the point, why they are written that way. They are both written for Robert to find something he likes in them, for the audience to grow attached to them. Mandy's narrative is about a perfectly good hero, who is letting the unsatble Courtney influence her a little bit, and is even taking inspiration from Robert to not put all her self-worth and identity into her artifical powers. If Robert can still be a hero as a dispatcher without his suit, maybe Mandy can be more than just Blonde Blazer, a mantle she clearly is anxious about.
Courtney on the other hand, is a spy sent in to the group to infiltrate, gather intel, and mess with the program, who clearly caught feelings for Robert (sexually, but also 'this guy wants to help me?' as well, they don't have to be the same thing.) She tries too hard and helps go get the core even if Robert has denied her advances at every turn, feeling guilty for her part in ruining his superhero careeer when he's here helping her. I suppose it's easy to just assume the worst in all her actions if that's what you're into but were she a strightforward evil character the whole time, she wouldn't even TELL robert about the core, let alone snatch it and still hide it from shroud. She IS on team Z, mentally, regardless as to if she entered it with ill intent, and that's the god damn point of the game. That if you put in the work and show these people there's a better way, they can do better.
Lastly I'd just like to say *disliking* her character just like, for personal taste, is 100% valid. Her personality can be abrasive and her actions can cross lines for players, sure. I just find myself annoyed at the people who are talking about her like a grade schooler trying to explain art, badly, having so much fun in their little mud puddles they are ignoring the lake right beside them, while acting like anyone who likes the actual water is just a simp or an idiot. Dispatch didn't suddenly become about character morality, choices, and flawed characters trying to figure out what to do next in the finale, you just weren't paying attention.
Iāve been trying to find an edit I saw a while ago on tiktok, where Silco tells Jinx to do things and she repeats it. For example,
S: you need to let powder die
J: I need to let powder die
And it keeps going to the beat, until Silco tells her to kill her sister and she doesnāt repeat it and just does her own thing. It was edited to the song Red sex (re-strung) by vessel, around the 2:27 mark.
If yall could help a girl out in finding this edit, or at the very least say if you know what I am talking about, it would be very appreciated.
OMG they gave Ekko more screntime, Ekko met Jayce, Ekko called Jayce out, Ekko had a whole episode where he was the main character, he got to have a bit of happiness with an AU Powder, he is so dorky he is so awkward he is so smart, I love Ekko, Ekko saved Jinx from suicide , I love Ekkoās arc about giving people a second chance , eh itās a bit rushed why donāt we get more Ekko/Jinx, anyway omg Ekko is fighting, Ekko saved everyone, Ekko is such a badass.
Me goes online:
WTF do people mean with Ekkoās character got ruined or sidelined in Season 2. Am I supposed to think that? š³š³š³
Honestly after the initial hype for arcane wears out, its easier to notice the stories they sideline to build up to the end. Which is a direct result to being limited to 2 nine episode seasons, no more no less. The feeling that the arcs for Mel and the black rose, Ekko/heimerdinger and the tree, Jayce/viktor(sky) and the hex(core) tech, and even the sisters and their reconciliation were rushed is apparent. Honestly they did what they could with the limited time, and it makes sense why they wrote it the way they did.
They removed four pivotal characters from the main timeline, or region in Melās case, to have them learn what they needed in a place where they wonāt affect the plot the writers have built up in main so it can lead to the ending quicker. They do this so these characters donāt have any role in shaping the story, but can change the way the storyās been going without them, when they themselves come back changed. š¤šāāļø
Ekko is sent to another universe to an environment where his actions have no consequences that carry over and effect the main story or its characters, to learn what he was starting to realize last season just so the consequences of him changing donāt immediately or directly affect jinx and the plot theyāve built up for her, when it could have been intertwined sown together (please get the referenceš¤). It also removes Ekko from the situation in Zaun, in which he most definitely wouldāve been involved in and probably change the trajectory of, which would lead him to jinx at some point.
Again, it makes sense, but it feels like we were robbed of interactions and consequences in main. The consequences of what these characters go through is just internal in S2, when the special thing about season one was how everyoneās actions or inaction sets the tone and stage for other characters to think and react accordingly to who they are and maybe even change them. That made them all feel connected even though some have never met. Thatās why (in my opinion) the sentiment that specific characters, arcs, and dynamics were sidelined or ruined is valid.
In other words, sending them to a different timeline to realize the errors of their ways was cheap, not the cheapest option but cheap nonetheless. Arcane season 2 wasnāt bad by all means, it just had the potential to be the best. Limitation kills greatness.
(Sorry for the rant, Iāve just been thinking about this for a while and I had to get my thoughts out, and this post provided me the opportunity to do it. Anyways, Ekko is best boy love him smā¤ļø)
I finished Attack On Titan. I genuinely cannot talk about it because I feel genuine grief. I'm not kidding. I would be just scrolling on my phone and remember it and my heart would break. I've never felt like this for fiction, ever.
It's not like Banana Fish, where you look upon those memories, being a little delighted that you cried, that you felt something.
I have watched so many anime shows since aot, read so many manga, it's been years since I saw it first, but I don't think I'll ever love and feel for a character as much I do for eren
eren loves mikasa yes but i think the fact he knew he didnāt have much time left made him wonder more abt her romantically and tbh it still didnāt feel like he loved her on that level, just love on a āyouāre my childhood best friend and we grew up togetherā kind of level that made him feel an obligation to see her otherwise. And iām glad they never ended up together because that relationship would not have felt authentic and real. ļæ¼
floch is a good character!
he wasnāt a villain more like an anti hero so his methods were flawed and different from the scouts and that was BOUND TO HAPPEN AFTER THE SHIT HE WITNESSED AT THAT BATTLE W ZEKE
You are GOING to rebel against your oppressors if youāre in a situation like that, sure his methods were once again not the best, but he was a child of war and people shit on him too much ļæ¼ļæ¼
Clint in the vents and thatās his whole personality because he wasnāt fleshed out in the movies ā Ava in the walls and thatās her whole personality because she wasnāt fleshed out in the movies
Thor eating poptarts and overusing proper words because English isnāt his first language and heās the comedic relief ā Alexei eating Wheaties and overusing proper words because English isnāt his first language and heās the comedic relief
Natasha pranking and laughing at everyone from the sidelines because fanon decided sheās just silly like that ā Yelena pranking and laughing at everyone from the sidelines because canon decided sheās just silly like that
Bruce being a sweet, soft-spoken, unassuming guy but also the most fucking unhinged monstrosity if you catch him on a bad day ā Bob being a sweet, soft-spoken, unassuming guy but also the most fucking unhinged monstrosity if you catch him on a sad day
Steve being handed the de facto title of goody two shoes leader despite being the LAST person on board with this ā Bucky being handed the de facto title of goody two shoes leader despite being the last person on board with this
Tony being a big-mouthed asshole thatās secretly haunted by his past mistakes which involved publicly supporting the US military via PR stunts as a weapons manufacturer ā John being a big-mouthed asshole thatās secretly haunted by his past mistakes which involved publicly supporting the US military via PR stunts as a weapon himself
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