Eren/Levi everyone.
This piece was reposted under a new title, which is this title, so if you think you've read it under 'Bunch of Oneshots' well you probably have. Enjoy.
-P.
It was the hardest thing that Eren had ever had to witness, having to watch the slumped silhouette of his commanding officer curling into himself as he sobbed. The man who seemed to be made of steel, he couldn't be scratched, he couldn't be torn down. But here, right now in this moment, he was torn down and beaten and injured.
He'd seen all types of people break down, some went insane, some simply felt numb, and then there were some that remained unmoved by the tragedy around them. Eren had never seen a reaction quite like Rivaille's; not until tonight that is.
With his head low, Rivaille's tears watered the ground seeming endless. He was crouched over one of the many graves that littered the miles ahead of him. Tonight he didn't care what happened, if he got dirty he was immune to the normal affects of his compulsive disorder, if a Titan were to attack right now he had no doubt in his mind that he'd let it wreak havoc.
He was in no mood, no state, to be fucked with and yet he wanted so badly for someone to join him. Sit with him and not be bothered by the depressing atmosphere around him. For the first time in a very long time, emotion showed upon Rivaille's face. And it was beautiful. For such raw emotion to be shown in secret and to trust the wind with your pained sorrows.
Eren felt hurt by the emotion, like everything that kept him going was being hacked to pieces and soon he'd find himself just as lost as Rivaille's face looked. He acted without thinking, quickly moving from his hiding spot he walked quietly up behind the breaking man.
He bent down and wrapped his arms around the still crying man, waiting for the usual fist to hit him in the stomach, or for Rivaille to knock his head against Eren's. Nothing came it seemed like nothing was either and Eren let his defenses go, hugging the man tighter to him.
In Eren's mind Rivaille was a sponge that had gone too long soaking in emotions, and maybe just maybe if Eren squeezed him hard enough he'd go back to normal and Eren could feel more stable. Truth is Rivaille wasn't a sponge; he is just a very hurt man who put on a façade to make others keep going.
And that's what made Eren feel so horrible right now, how many times has he come out here to weep alone? How many terrible night had he been all alone while his walls fell down? Why hasn't anyone even noticed this before Eren?
Eren felt his own tears threaten, but he refused to let them have their way, it was not his turn tonight to cry. It was Rivaille's and he needed it, needed to know Eren wasn't going to judge him for the moment of weakness. Maybe then Rivaille could calm down and breathe.
"What are you doing here?" Rivaille's tone lacked emotion as he questioned the Brunette's appearance.
Eren remained silent shaking his head. He had no reason for being here tonight other than the fact he couldn't sleep; nightmares kept him awake, thrashing about in bed until he woke up in a cold sweat. He wasn't about to say any of that to his Commander, he wasn't about to say anything at all. He was going to sit there, holding on to the strongest person he knew of as he fell apart.
This time Rivaille wasn't going to have to pick up his pieces all alone, Eren was going to do that for him. Hell he'd spit shine those pieces if it made Rivaille's burden less heavy to carry.
Eren's eyes burned with a deep passion as Rivaille stared into them. And finally he let himself go, comfortably aware that he wasn't alone tonight.
Thanks for reading [again?].
