This is a continuation of It's Always the Quiet One. Fluffy fluff fluff of these two dorks figuring out how to be together because there is a shit storm of angst coming our way this season and we could all use a little fluff.

Each chapter moving forward is a drabble or one shot of their life together.

Please enjoy the feels.


July 26th, 853

It had been a few weeks since Levi and Eren had decided to move forward with their soul bond. From the outside, it would appear that very little had changed. They both continued to lead their squads through drills, they both split their time between training scouts and the mind numbing paper work required by the Capitol - but for those close to them, the change was obvious. Levi still hurled his insults at Hanji, and Eren still fought with Jean, but there was a new tenderness to both of them, particularly when it involved interactions between them.

The afternoon sun was descending towards the distant hills, the last few rays bending and twisting over the horizon, staining the sky like fire. Eren and the others were in the quad, finishing their day with sparing matches. Connie and Armin had called it quits, chosing instead to sit to the side and discuss strategy. Mikasa was tending to a bruised Sasha after landing a mean right hook on the other girls jaw. The only two left fighting were Jean and Eren, and despite the bruises and cuts that covered both of their bodies, neither was ready to yield. Somewhere along the way they both lost their shirts, and the hot afternoon sun had left them covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Any finesse was gone, both too exhausted to be more than a tangle of haphazardly flung about limbs. Finally, Jean's stamina gave way and Eren seized the opportunity to kick his legs out from beneath him, ending the match.

After enjoying a moment to gloat, the brunette reached his arm out to help his opponent back up. Instead of standing however, Jean fell back to the ground, clutching his stomach. It took a few seconds for the shifter to realize his squad mate was laughing, loud and unashamedly. He stood there, dumbfounded, worried the horse had accidentally hit his head too hard. Armin scurried over, concern marring his expression. As soon as he took in the sight before him, his face morphed into one of amusement, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks to the tips of his ears. Now Eren feared that he was the one that had taken a few too many blows to the head - there was no reason he could see for them both to be laughing so hard.

Finally Mikasa joined the others, ready to lecture her own mate for his childishness, when she stopped dead in her tracks. Her face was expressionless, but her eyes - if looks could kill, someone would be dead. The raven turned on her heels and looked about the area, searching for something. All the while Eren remained at a loss for the scene before him. Just before he completely gave in and asked for an explanation, he caught of glimpse of dark colors out of the corner of his eye.

Nice view.

The teen groaned in response, loud and unashamedly, as Levi's own arousal coursed through him. Since acknowledging their bond, the sensation of receiving words had become second nature, and the brunette often didn't register it until he saw them himself, but the emotions he felt once he read them, well those had gotten much stronger. Finally, he understood the situation around him. When he allowed himself to sheepishly glance back at Mikasa, her glare was directed upwards towards an open window of the old castle. It didn't take a genius to know just who's window it was.

Seconds later he was walking away, face flushed from the heat and exercise and embarrassment, but a small smile was there as well. He wouldn't admit it to the others, but a part of him loved the attention. Levi still wasn't great at communicating, and he rarely gave Eren an indication that he wanted him, making those moments when he did all the more precious. If hitting on him from the other side of the castle was the way Levi needed to show affection, he was willing to take it.