Eruri Oneshots

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       Levi threw his briefcase on the couch and then plopped down next to it, letting out a big sigh. He kicked his shoes off, cursing himself for not taking them off by the door. Frankly he was too tired.

       Lately work had been stressful; incompetent employees, financial issues, and business was down. It was a long day, not your typical nine to five. He had been there since seven in the morning, and now it was 10 at night.

       He slid off his dark suit jacket, throwing it over the arm of the couch, loosened his tie and then set his glasses and phone on the side table. Groaning as he stood, he shuffled to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of wine.

       He poured a glass of 1976 château and took a drink. He sighed, closing his eyes, and leaned against the counter. He put his hand on the surface, and quickly picked it back up.

       "Ow, shit."

       He turned around to see a single red rose, of which the thorns had poked his palm.

       "What the..." he whispered to himself.

       He looked down at his hand to see two beads of fresh red blood seeping from separate spots. Setting down his wine glass, he hurried to his bathroom.

       He pushed open his bedroom door and found his way through the dark into the master bathroom, flicking on the lights. Then he froze. He didn't close his bedroom door when he left that morning.

       His heart started to race. Maybe he was tired, and forgot. But that didn't explain the rose. Was there someone in his home? He felt his pockets for his phone, but it wasn't there.

       He heard a rusting coming from his bedroom, and quickly turned his head to look. It was dark, too dark to see much of anything at all. He told himself it was nothing, that he was hearing things.

       This time he saw something move. This can't be chalked up to imagination. He saw something, he knew it.

       "Who's there?" He announced, voice more shaky than he would have liked.

       There was no answer. Of course not. The murderer would never give themself away. Levi began to creep slowly into his bedroom, his legs like jelly.

       He slowly walked to his bedside table, reaching for the chain on the lamp. He tugged on it and the light clicked on. The bed and the room were empty. He let out a sigh of relief, not realizing he had been holding his breath.

       He took a step towards his bed when he was grabbed around the waist. He gasped, trying to get out of the strong grip, but it was no use. Tears welled in his eyes as he struggled to turn towards the person who held him.

       "Erwin?!" He yelled as the man released him from the strong hold. He fell back onto his bed just a foot behind him, staring up at his lover.

"What the fuck Erwin!" The smile on the blonde faded when he saw Levi's face. He looked terrified, like he could cry.

"Levi I-I'm so sorry." He sat down next to him. "I was just going to surprise you with dinner."

"Tch."

"Levi I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you so bad."

"I'm not that scared."

Erwin gently touched Levi's wrist, but Levi jerked his arm away.

"Don't touch me."

Erwin instead grabbed him again and pulled him into a hug. Levi was trembling slightly. Erwin rubbed small circles on his back, shushing him quietly.