— emt — married (fiddlestick) — is rich bc dad’s side of family inheritance — carla is ALIVE and best mom — therapy is a thing — no titan powers!!!! — he still has a mecha collection that just has its own room it’s embarrassing — side side hobby is music THANKS ELLIOT
[ while it took some getting used to, eren no longer had powers; no cut that healed in steam wisps or titan transformations. good riddance, in fact— the further eren traveled through the memories of a past life, the less he wanted to have anything to do with that time. every once in a while, something would still trigger a memory that he had yet to see, and thankfully, all the help and support he's received has really made the difference in handling any remaining surprises.
he'd been waiting for some loose ends eventually, but not this and not tonight, jolting in the king sized bed of an impressive, two-person flat. his eyes stung the second he could blink them, his vision blurry and his chest tight. he tries not to wake elliot by holding his breath, turning his head sideways to check on him (augh, he's gorgeous), then the other side—
he exhales shakily when it reads 3:13AM in the dim comfort of fluffed pillows and goose feather blankets. eren spends a good part of the next twenty minutes staring at the ceiling, then spends the next for who knows how long watching elliot. he didn't want to wake him up, but just watching him sleep soundly was some sort of comfort. ]
[Elliot can't say he was sad the day Eren's powers disappeared. They'd always caused more harm than good in Elliot's eyes, so he agreed with the sentiment of good riddances. He retained his own powers, but these days they were hardly used beyond healing the occasional bumps and bruises that came with daily life. Which was also fine by him - after remembering a lifetime of war and suffering, he was content to live a normal life.
And content he was tonight. He'd made good progress on a song for his next album, and now he slept in a warm bed with the love of his life by his side. At first, he doesn't stir, a small smile on his face as he has a happy dream. Eventually though, his subconscious does pick up on the movements from Eren. His eyes crack open, noticing that Eren is awake and has a troubled look on his face.]
[ ah, there he was. eyes shifting until they were open, eren feels selfishly happy inside to see the color of lively green bringing company to the confound loneliness he shouldn’t be feeling. ]
Crazy dream.
[ even though they were memories, they were no longer things he was supposed to give a grand ear to, not when it actually didn’t matter. he can finally reach, now, without worrying about waking elliot, letting his first two fingers card through the falling locks of ginger hair over his shoulder. ]
[he tilts his head at those fingers touching the locks of his hair. A loving gesture he's so familiar with. Just like he's familiar with the way his husband phrases things. "A while" meant a memory.
So he scoots closer, so he can wrap an arm over Erens waist.]
Tell me about it.
[He says it gently, but there's a directness implied. He knew his love. Leaving things alone to stew was often the worse option. ]
[ it was hard to disassociate so quickly, so— bare with him. eren keeps a hand on elliot's hair before allowing it to travel down to one of his vacant hands, cupping the top and adjusting the blankets on his side to make sure elliot's arm was underneath the warmth they shared.
it wasn't about armin— they were best friends. what troubled eren now was the previous mental state he was in. everything happening at once. no sense of time. the past, present and future were a jumbled mess that led him to complete dementia. he wonders, given the same circumstance— could that happen to him again? could he lose it? furthermore, something that felt like a dying man's ease was now a cursed batch of words he wished he never heard, no matter armin's intention. it made his stomach chill and his throat knot enough that when he swallowed, it was thick enough to be heard. ]
You wouldn't thank me right after I did something awful, would you? [ was it just him? was it even possible? a bad execution, mostly, but even so, a part of him hoped he wasn't the only one who thought it unsettling. ] No matter the intention.
[Elliot knows. Eren's memories had always been difficult, always running the risk of destabilizing him. When they were younger, before they knew how to handle things, there was a real fear that he'd lose his Eren to the memories.
They've grown since then, learned a lot. Elliot knew to stick by him and work through things. To be patient. Someone to ground Eren as he adjusted coming back from what he saw. And he listens.]
Armin?
[Ah right. That blond that looked like him when they were younger. Past Eren's best friend. Did he thank him for doing something awful? As the last thing they said to each other? Why would he do something like that...? Would Elliot?
To his credit, he pauses as he takes the question seriously, thinking it over.]
...No, I wouldn't. You'd know I was lying if I tried.
[Elliot was never a great liar, and Eren knew him too well. It wouldn't work. ]
Maybe I was just too far gone, or . . . [ he shrugs. would armin of all people really say that to him? even when he said it was an error right afterward, but . . . usually he’d know when armin lied. he didn’t give a damn if he did or not. he just kind of heard them and that was it. ] There’s no other explanation for “Thank you. You became a murderer for our sake”.
[ when it wasn’t even that. just a small portion was selfless. just a small piece of his past self had thought to save his home and his friends. the rest was spiraling mental illness, a shattered spirit and a selfish, childish desire he couldn’t let go of. ]
[He repeats the words, frowning as he does so. So that's what Armin had really chosen to be his final words to his friend. They certainly weren't great words. But even though he only knew Armin through the stories and memories, he couldn't see that guy actually meaning it sincerely.
He's quiet for a moment, thinking it over.]
...You probably were. [too far gone] I remember how you could get sometimes, and I'm sure it was much worse back then. [How hard it could be to reach Eren, how hard it was to get Eren to see him]
Armin probably...didn't want your final moments together to be fighting.
[ even if they ended up being fighting anyway, if they went by chronological order, but . . . it made enough sense for eren's eyes to soften. maybe selfishly, maybe in just overall relief. an outer opinion was better to lead him along than his own when he wasn't feeling well enough to see them himself. to that, eren realizes when he puts the side of his head back on his pillow and looks at elliot that, maybe, he didn't want to spend any more time dwelling on the subject. he brings his husband close, face to face and by the hips, touching front to front. ]
It was worse before, wasn't it? [ the tip of his nose brushes into elliot's, now cupping his face and sighing out a hushed: ] Thank you. For always being here.
[Those words seem to satisfy Eren. Or rather, give him some semblance of peace over the matter. Good. He knows how easily the memories could gnaw at Eren sometimes. He's come such a long way in the past few years. ]
Mm, but you've really improved. [It was Eren that improved, not Elliot working any kind of magic. He gives a gentle smile as he tilts his head to properly kiss Eren's nose]
Eheh, what are you thanking me for? I happily signed up for this, remember?
[He had no regrets in marrying Eren. No matter their past lives, Eren had always been the most important person in this life to Elliot. Ever since that day they spoke at that summer camp all those years ago. ]
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RECOLLÉ AU
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he'd been waiting for some loose ends eventually, but not this and not tonight, jolting in the king sized bed of an impressive, two-person flat. his eyes stung the second he could blink them, his vision blurry and his chest tight. he tries not to wake elliot by holding his breath, turning his head sideways to check on him (augh, he's gorgeous), then the other side—
he exhales shakily when it reads 3:13AM in the dim comfort of fluffed pillows and goose feather blankets. eren spends a good part of the next twenty minutes staring at the ceiling, then spends the next for who knows how long watching elliot. he didn't want to wake him up, but just watching him sleep soundly was some sort of comfort. ]
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And content he was tonight. He'd made good progress on a song for his next album, and now he slept in a warm bed with the love of his life by his side. At first, he doesn't stir, a small smile on his face as he has a happy dream. Eventually though, his subconscious does pick up on the movements from Eren. His eyes crack open, noticing that Eren is awake and has a troubled look on his face.]
Eren...? What's wrong?
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Crazy dream.
[ even though they were memories, they were no longer things he was supposed to give a grand ear to, not when it actually didn’t matter. he can finally reach, now, without worrying about waking elliot, letting his first two fingers card through the falling locks of ginger hair over his shoulder. ]
It’s just . . . Been a while.
sorry for the late!
[he tilts his head at those fingers touching the locks of his hair. A loving gesture he's so familiar with. Just like he's familiar with the way his husband phrases things. "A while" meant a memory.
So he scoots closer, so he can wrap an arm over Erens waist.]
Tell me about it.
[He says it gently, but there's a directness implied. He knew his love. Leaving things alone to stew was often the worse option. ]
time doesn't exist in this dimension uwu
[ it was hard to disassociate so quickly, so— bare with him. eren keeps a hand on elliot's hair before allowing it to travel down to one of his vacant hands, cupping the top and adjusting the blankets on his side to make sure elliot's arm was underneath the warmth they shared.
it wasn't about armin— they were best friends. what troubled eren now was the previous mental state he was in. everything happening at once. no sense of time. the past, present and future were a jumbled mess that led him to complete dementia. he wonders, given the same circumstance— could that happen to him again? could he lose it? furthermore, something that felt like a dying man's ease was now a cursed batch of words he wished he never heard, no matter armin's intention. it made his stomach chill and his throat knot enough that when he swallowed, it was thick enough to be heard. ]
You wouldn't thank me right after I did something awful, would you? [ was it just him? was it even possible? a bad execution, mostly, but even so, a part of him hoped he wasn't the only one who thought it unsettling. ] No matter the intention.
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They've grown since then, learned a lot. Elliot knew to stick by him and work through things. To be patient. Someone to ground Eren as he adjusted coming back from what he saw. And he listens.]
Armin?
[Ah right. That blond that looked like him when they were younger. Past Eren's best friend. Did he thank him for doing something awful? As the last thing they said to each other? Why would he do something like that...? Would Elliot?
To his credit, he pauses as he takes the question seriously, thinking it over.]
...No, I wouldn't. You'd know I was lying if I tried.
[Elliot was never a great liar, and Eren knew him too well. It wouldn't work. ]
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Maybe I was just too far gone, or . . . [ he shrugs. would armin of all people really say that to him? even when he said it was an error right afterward, but . . . usually he’d know when armin lied. he didn’t give a damn if he did or not. he just kind of heard them and that was it. ] There’s no other explanation for “Thank you. You became a murderer for our sake”.
[ when it wasn’t even that. just a small portion was selfless. just a small piece of his past self had thought to save his home and his friends. the rest was spiraling mental illness, a shattered spirit and a selfish, childish desire he couldn’t let go of. ]
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[He repeats the words, frowning as he does so. So that's what Armin had really chosen to be his final words to his friend. They certainly weren't great words. But even though he only knew Armin through the stories and memories, he couldn't see that guy actually meaning it sincerely.
He's quiet for a moment, thinking it over.]
...You probably were. [too far gone] I remember how you could get sometimes, and I'm sure it was much worse back then. [How hard it could be to reach Eren, how hard it was to get Eren to see him]
Armin probably...didn't want your final moments together to be fighting.
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It was worse before, wasn't it? [ the tip of his nose brushes into elliot's, now cupping his face and sighing out a hushed: ] Thank you. For always being here.
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Mm, but you've really improved. [It was Eren that improved, not Elliot working any kind of magic. He gives a gentle smile as he tilts his head to properly kiss Eren's nose]
Eheh, what are you thanking me for? I happily signed up for this, remember?
[He had no regrets in marrying Eren. No matter their past lives, Eren had always been the most important person in this life to Elliot. Ever since that day they spoke at that summer camp all those years ago. ]
CLMBO AU
satanic psycho boyfriend lol