I need more coffee for this shit. 27-year old Psychologist. Moblit stanner in Tumblr-life, also Moblits Tumblr-wife. Join the Moblit Berner Bunch where we adore and idolize Moburitto-burrito by offering him bottles of wine.
The writings I compose are often a song of struggles that haunt my mind and person. I use the writing to project and give space to the highs and lows that befall me and the people around me. Some fantasy and fiction, some reality: you will find both heavy and happy in my stories.
Directly put, I don’t shy away from heavy themes, and my stories are therefore sometimes pregnant with immorality (I will warn before the story), dealing with themes like: the aftermath assault, sexuality and sexual dysfunctions, death and suicide, jealousy and psychopathy, addiction and aversion.
Feel free to chat or send in a request for headcanons or fic ideas.
I do warn you: I can be a slow writer.
*I only write for AoT/SnK characters, and often the OG Levi squad are my victims. I don’t participate in ship wars: every ship is welcome in the harbor that is my blog.
MASTERLIST -Under Construction-
AO3
Finished
The Five Laws of Hope (OG Levi squad – Petra centered)
One Night of Carnal Desire (Petra x Eld & Petra x Oluo)
Rivers of Regret (Levi x Petra)
Olympia (Kuchel backstory)
In Progress (active)
Song of Sundown (OG Levi squad – Petra centered)
The Artist from the Plains (Moblit backstory)
Humanities Second (Mike centered - alternative universe where he survived but no one knows)
Skin Hunger (OG Levi squad – Petra centered)
Dysfunction (Oluo x Gunther)
Title unknown (Oluo x Gunther pre-canon)
The Cruel and the Crude (Levi centered)
In Progress (inactive)
Road of Unsung Heroes (OG Levi squad vs Plague)
The Tears of Myrrhe (Levi centered)
*I only note here the bigger stories and no headcanons, for a very old un-updated list of headcanons see:
My hyper real portrait of Levi, finally framed and hung up! I tried to include some better close ups this time to give an idea of the spectacular detail of this thing. Done in Charcoal.
I dreamt I was 2 cm away of Mike’s lips as he was about to kiss me and then my morning alarm ran and I had no time to snooze anymore so fuck my life for that. Now I’m sad and unkissed.
Friendly yet stern reminder that Oluo Bozado was the last man standing in his squad, and the few last moments he had with them he had to endure witnessing their deaths before he got brutally murdered himself.
Would you be fine with writing a drabble for Moblit from Attack on Titan? If yes, I would be really happy about that :D
He seems pretty underrated, even though he is such a kind person ⸜( *ˊᵕˋ* )⸝
The requested prompt would be #29 "Just promise me that you'll come back when you're done."
Thank you in advance for this event(=^^=)
Moblit Berner x Reader
Summary: 29. "Just promise me that you'll come back when you're done."
Word Count: 411 -> stayed close to the goal for this one!
Warnings: tooth-ROTTING fluff
A/N: Hello my sweet anon! I will gladly give Moblit a shot for you! I refuse to believe canon, so this one is nice and fluffy just for you. Thank you for participating and I hope you have a lovely Valentine's Day! - Birch<3
You could hear scratching through the wall. It makes you lurch as you are ripped from your sleep, your eyes blurry for a second as they try to focus on where the noise is coming from.
Then, the scratching is joined by a high-pitched whining. A sigh leaves your lips as the tension runs out of your body, recognition setting in.
Movement beside you catches your attention, and you are met with the pleasant weight of an arm around your waist.
"Go back to sleep," the husky voice comes. It's thick with sleep, and soft with a tender tone. Moblit. A gentle smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you fully relax, rolling over to snuggle into him.
You can hear a low hum radiate from his chest at your closeness, followed by a half-annoyed sigh as the whines turn into barking. Your dog, Princess, must have heard Moblit's voice, demanding her breakfast.
"Mmh, don't go," you mumble sleepily, digging your head into his chest. Your husband's hand tightens around your waist, tugging you closer to him and mumbling, "She's just going to get more annoying the longer we wait."
You groan playfully, the sound muffled by Moblit's chest and the blankets wrapped around the two of you. His hand rubs up and down your back for another moment, the two of you listening to your dog try to wake up half the neighborhood.
"I've got to go feed her before the neighbors complain," Moblit tells you gently, slowly starting to pull himself away from you. You whine, not that far off from Princess's voice, your limbs trailing his figure as he rolls out of bed.
A pout settles on your lips, and you blink blearily at him with a frown. Moblit groans as he stretches his arms above his head, turning around to look at you. He smiles when he sees the adorable pout on your face, leaning in to press a delicate kiss to your forehead.
As the brunette pulls away, you grumble, "Just promise me that you'll come back when you're done." Moblit smiles and offers you his pinky, "Pinky promise."
Just as you loop your pinky through his, Princess starts howling. The two of you both flinch at the loud noise, and Moblit pulls away to head toward the door.
You choose to flop back down on the bed, listening to your husband tell your dog how sweet she is as he gets her breakfast.
Sometimes Moblit wondered just what in the hell he had been thinking when he decided to join the Survey Corps.
Perhaps it had been his naive sense of justice. Maybe it was because he once had a burning curiosity that was second only to Squad Leader Hange’s. Maybe it was because he was drunk one night and just decided it would be a good idea to join and for some inane reason just followed through with that decision once he’d gotten sober.
Whatever the case, Moblit prayed for his sanity to return to him every day since he had donned the wings of freedom. It had yet to come back.
He had come to give a message and some reports to Captain Levi from Commander Erwin from the capitol. That was his one job. That was all he had to do. And yet here he was, a captive audience to whatever this was.
Captain Levi was sitting in the kitchen, reclined, with one leg perched on the opposing knee. It was a familiar pose for the Captain, casual yet imposing. All that was missing was him clutching a cup of tea in that strange way he always did.
Except the cup of tea he usually used was placed on the table in front of him. In several pieces.
The six scouts that were standing across from him -understandably- shifted uneasily.
“So,” Captain Levi finally said. “Who broke it.”
Levi Squad all glanced at each other in silent panic.
“I’m not mad. I just want to know.”
Arlert fidgeted. Blinked hard.
Took in a deep breath.
“I did. I broke it-”
“No,” Captain Levi drawled as he cut the poor kid off. “No you didn’t. Connie?”
“Don’t look at me,” Springer waved his hands in defense. He glanced meaningfully to his right. “Look at Jean.”
“What?!” Kirshcten balked. “I didn’t break it!”
“Huh, that’s weird,” Springer squinted. “How did you know it was broken?”
“Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken.”
“Suspicious.”
“No, it’s not-”
“If it matters,” Jaeger cut in, ever eager to please. “Probably not- but, Sasha was the last one around it-”
Braus gasped. “Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!”
Captain Levi twitched.
“Oh, really?” Jaeger scoffed. “Then what were you doing by the cupboards earlier?”
“I use the secret bottom under the floorboards to hide the meat of my kills! Everyone knows that, Eren!”
“Ok! Ok, let’s not fight,” Arlert quickly got in between the two soon to be warring brunettes, waving his arms around frantically as if brokering for peace. “I broke it. Let me pay for it, Captain.”
“No.” All seven scouts stiffened as Captain Levi’s voice hardened, despite being as monotonous as ever. He’d broken out of his reclining position, both elbows now balancing on his knees as his hands linked together beneath his chin. “Who broke it?”
The silence thickened. Moblit was pretty sure it could rival Wall Rose.
Kirschten glanced to his far left.
“Captain,” he muttered. “Mikasa has been awfully quiet-”
Ackerman’s head snapped up with fury in her eyes. “Really?!”
“Yes, really-”
And just like that, what was supposed to be one of the most elite fighting forces of the Scouts started squabbling like the children they were.
The confrontation splintered into factions right at the very start as Jaeger started barking at Kirschtein like a feral dog, only for Springer to come in and start yipping back. Braus was inevitably drawn in to protect her partner in crime and Ackerman clearly saw a threat towards her not-beloved because she was getting uncharacteristically loud. Amid the confusion, Arlert, bless his soul, kept trying to shout as loud as he could trying to get everyone to calm down, but alas it was all in vain.
Inevitably, Springer and Kirschtein abruptly turned on each other, leaving Kirschtein vulnerable as Braus immediately sided with the shorter man. Jaeger also turned on Ackerman who ignored his attempts to rebuff her heroics as she continued to chastise the other warring team. Arlert looked on the verge of tears as the commotion rose up several decibels. From here on out, chaos was inevitable.
Moblit desperately needed a drink.
He dispargingly looked away from the maelstrom. This was a mistake as he accidentally caught Captain Levi’s eye.
He seemed to take this as permission
“I broke it,” he admitted. “It burned my fingers so I dropped it. I predict ten minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.”
It was at that moment that Ackerman threw the table at Springer, who dodged it, leading to it breaking through the window. The two men stared. Captain Levi hummed.
“Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.”
Moblit stared at the far wall as the children continued to bicker. It was moments like this when he missed the predictable chaos brand of chaos that was Hange.
I wrote this perhaps unnecessary bit for a touch of humor and now I have headcanon that Moblit has made every effort to get Hange a horse that will be able to take them to safety on its own if needed and WILL NOT run after the titans at Hange's every command LOL Moblit Junior is the smartest mare in existence, and GOD, she pays the ultimate price for it!
