#mobuhan fluff

[phantommaws]

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can’t help

Falling in love with you

MobuHan is such a criminally underrated ship istg. Now, I love LeviHan and MobuHan equally but MobuHan just gets trampled by the other ships. It’s so cute because Moblit is so dedicated to Hange that he literally sacrificed his own life without a second thought in order to save Hange’s life. If that doesn’t scream love, then I don’t know what does.

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The Librarian by froggy_gmo

Modern AU - library. 10 chapters. Unfinished. Eruri. Background Mobuhan. Librarian Levi. Researcher Erwin. Neighbor Hange. Levi is a grump, despises change and people and likes to keep to a routine but a new visitor to the library breathes new life to his orderly world.

I absolutely love this fic. It's funny and fluffy (so much fluff! Even the smut is fluffy). Levi and Hange are hilarious together. The slow courtship between Erwin and Levi is very sweet. Erwin is a patient man. It's one of the few fics where Levi and Erwin are portrayed as older men (late forties). It's unfinished but ends at a very satisfying place. Warning for past death and injuries.

[ao3feed-erumike]

Art is Love

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/szM16rC by SeparationBoundary Levi is a socially awkward, buttoned up, prissy, music teacher and Eren is a wild, volatile, art teacher at a small Elementary school. They butt heads repeatedly Words: 1584, Chapters: 1/15, Language: English Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Erwin Smith, Mike Zacharias, Moblit Berner, Hange Zoë Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Eren Yeager, Erwin Smith/Mike Zacharias, Moblit Berner/Hange Zoë Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Sex, Smut, Anal, Oral Sex, Drinking, Alternate Universe, Enemies to Lovers, Modern Era, Bottom Eren, Top Levi, art teacher Eren, music teacher Levi, Sexual Content, relationship, Male Masturbation, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, ereri, Mobuhan, Happy Ending read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/szM16rC

[phantommaws]

Thank you for tagging me Val and Terra 💙💙 (@youre-ackermine @dont-f-with-moogles)

I haven’t written much this year because I spent most of the year on a fanfic hiatus having left one fandom to start writing for AOT.

As such, these are my only two fics I have published this year:

Against All Odds - Set post-Rumbling and is a somewhat self-indulgent canon-divergent fic where Hange survived the Rumbling and settles down with Levi, but not for too long with danger afoot that threatens the safety of not only themself, but the Alliance and their own families. Levi x Hange as main ship with others included, hurt-comfort, angst, fluff, smut, domestic themes. Rated explicit. Work in Progress. Read on AO3 HERE

The Places We Used to Walk - Also set post-Rumbling but is strictly canon-compliant. This short fic follows Levi as he finds himself on the shores of Odiha once again with one goal - creating a memorial for the fallen 14th Commander. Levi x Hange, angst, canon compliant, canonical character death. Rated general. Complete One-Shot. Read on AO3 HERE

And now for the exciting stuff.

!!PLANNED FOR 2024!!

Pale Reflections - Canon compliant post-Rumbling. This one shot will follow Pieck Finger as she struggles to process her grief over the sacrificial death of Hange Zoë, her beloved partner. Pieck x Hange, angst, grief, overall not good feelings from this one. Will be uploaded to AO3 upon completion.

Unnamed MobuHan Sickfic - Canon compliant and set somewhere between the Clash of Titans arc and the Return to Shiganshina arc. This fic follows Moblit as he struggles to care for his Section Commander turned lover whilst they recover from a particularly horrible virus that swept through the military branches. Moblit x Hange, fluff, hurt/comfort, sickfic. Will be uploaded to AO3 upon completion.

Unnamed AAO-Adjacent Companion Compilation - A collection of short stories and one-shots set within the timeline of Against All Odds. Will include scenes mentioned but cut from the main fic as well as specially written content. Each story will be uploaded to AO3 upon completion.

a year in review!

@bloompompom is wholesome and had a great idea of posting recaps of our favorite fics that we've written for the year! i'm also turning this into a tag thing because i wanna see what moots have on theirs! :3

"get me a damned matcha"

first longfic that i've published in such a long time, and the first one i actually finished! i'm very attached to levi and reader in this :3

discipline

obsessed with manager levi? love levi being a mean dom? that + me being particularly horny for levi week resulted in this filth

don't leave me

some all hurt no comfort from your angst queen :) prepare for break-ups, canonverse-typical violence, and death 😭

you're safe

some hurt/comfort where reader is a survivor of domestic violence and levi comforts her about it. one of my first pieces on this website

your safe space

i struggle with mood swings a lot and end up in shame spirals once i'm unable to fend them off, so here's another self-indulgent piece about levi helping you through it

your worth

i struggle a lot with comparing myself to others and find myself in a shame spiral once i find someone doing something that i pride myself in doing better than me (blame the burnt out gifted kid syndrome), so of COURSE i had to write a self-indulgent oneshot of levi comforting me about it

thanks to everyone for dealing with my feral ass as i thirst and pine for this 2d man and being delulu with me in being love with pixels (✿◡‿◡)

no pressure #'s (but would love to see your work :3): @chaotic-on-main @dreamtuna @lucysarah-c @sixpennydame @leviismybby @wyvernslovecake @ghostlykeyes @roseofdarknessblog @theragethatisdesire @youre-ackermine + any other writers that want to share!

[the-true-hange]

“Are we on a date right now?” with Hange and Moblit? This ship needs more fluff!

“Are we on a date right now?”

Moblit, currently choking on a pastry, was taken by surprise.

…

Moblit found Hange in her workshop in the early hours of the morning, huddled over her desk. She was muttering to herself and frantically writing in one of several notebooks laid out in front of her.

“Hange?” he called to her. She startled upwards and almost fell out of her chair.

“Moblit! I didn’t see you come in! I seem to have lost track of time.” He could see that her hair was disheveled and she had dark circles under her eyes.

“Have you been are all night? Have you even slept at all?” he asked, worry filling his voice.

“Moblit, you see, I think I’m finally close to a breakthrough! You see, if you just-“

“Hange, you’re sleep deprived. Go to bed. Come with me,” he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet just in time to hear her stomach give out a loud grumble. He looked at her, “… when was the last time you ate?”

Hange pulled her arm free and began counting on her fingers, “Okay let’s see… one, two- no wait-“

Moblit sighed. He admired her dedication to her work, he really did, but he wished she wouldn’t neglect herself so. “Let’s get something to eat.”

“But my research!” Hange protested.

“You can’t continue your research if you starve yourself to death. Come one, I know a good pastry shop in town.”

…

As they made their way into town, Moblit listened intently as Hange went on about her latest research. She changed topics incessantly, but Moblit always seemed to keep up. Her wild gesticulations made him smile.

“Moblit,” she said, “sometimes I feel as though you’re the only one who understands me.” Hange missed the way Moblit’s face turned a light shade of pink as she said this; she had already gone down another rabbit hole of explanations.

They approached the entrance to the pastry shop, and Moblit held the door for her. As soon as she entered, Hange stopped dead in her tracks.

“It smells heavenly in here,” she said, closing her eyes.

“Any kind of food is bound to smell good after not eating for… how many days was is?”

Hange shrugged.

After they had purchased a pair of pastries and the counter and sat down, Hange began to devour hers in earnest. One Hange’s pastry was gone, she stared at Moblit for a moment that seemed like an eternity. It was then Moblit realized that he and Hange had never gone anywhere together outside of scouting regiment business. Moblit slowly took a bite of his pastry, his face turning a slight shade of pink once more.

“Are we on a date right now?”

Moblit, currently choking on a pastry, was taken by surprise. A question like that was the last thing he expected, especially from Hange. She was always so focused on her work, he didn’t think she ever thought about things like that.

“Do you-,” Moblit started, his face burning, “do you want it to be a date?”

“Yeah, sure,” she replied, not missing a beat.

“How did- that’s not a-,” he paused for a moment, staring at her.

“Do you want it to be a date?” she asked, suddenly more tentative.

“… yes please,” he replied, then promptly smacked himself in the head. Stupid, he thought to himself.

[marvelousfangirl01]

say i was writing a fic where moblit is a huge simp for hange but hange is madly in love with levi

who would read it

[aziliang]

Softly

"Baby, where do you wanna go today for our anniversary?" Moblit asked his lover who's still laying on the bed.

"Here, at home. Do you have any plans?" Hange replied

"Hmm, wanna take you to the botanical garden and the butterfly house beside it. But sure, let's just stay at home today instead. My baby must be tired from all their workload." Moblit replied as he joined Hange on the bed, cuddling them close.

"You must be tired as well, from workloads and dealing with me, so how about making you feel butterflies in your stomach, hm?" Hange said nonchalantly

The other chuckled and said, "How can you even do that?"

"That's easy since you're really weak for me you know." They laughed at the statement, it was too true to deny.

"Show me how then." Moblit challenged the other, knowing that they knew a lot about his weaknesses.

It was then when Hange nuzzled their face on Moblit's neck, holding him close as their hands rubbed the latter's lower back. They started leaving soft kisses, whispering "i love you" after every kiss. Leaving their lover blushing in deep red hue as he felt butterflies in his stomach by the act and feeling loved by Hange.

"You're a sucker for neck kisses, love." Hange chuckled as he left more kisses.

"You're a sucker for leaving neck kisses on me though." Moblit laughed, snapping out of the trance he was put on.

“Happy anniversary, my love. I forgot how many years we’ve spent together already, but i still love you the most. Damn Berner, you do own my heart huh?” They chuckled, pulling Moblit closer as they brushed their noses together.

“Oh baby, you don’t know how much you own not just my heart, maybe my soul as well. It’s our 5th already as far as i remember. Happy anniversary, my baby.” He laughed before closing the gap between them.

That day was not like any other anniversaries, it was a blissful day. Not extravagant, just pure healing, love, and joy for the both of them.

[elmundodeflor]

levihan - oneshot

Una semana antes de la lucha contra la Titán Hembra…

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Suspiró, rendida. Los ojos estaban casi cerrándosele, muy a pesar de su propia voluntad. Se sentía exhausta, incapaz de concentrarse.

Llevaba ya varias horas llenando los reportes que debía llevarle a Erwin en los próximos días, anotando renglón tras renglón de resultados inconclusos e hipótesis poco probables. Estaba frustrada, molesta. Los experimentos no mostraban nuevos avances. Desde que había perdido a Sawney y a Bean que todo había caído en completo declive y no había podido hacer nada para remediarlo.

Maldijo entre dientes, ofuscada, y frenó a limpiarse los cristales de las gafas con el dorso de la manga. La pluma con la que había estado escribiendo resbaló de entre sus dedos temblorosos por el sueño y Moblit, que estaba justo a su lado, se agachó apresurado a recogerla.

-Líder de escuadrón. - la llamó. Su voz era suave, gentil. - ¿Qué sucede?

Ella inspiró hondo y forzó una media sonrisa.

-Nada, todo está bien. - mintió, haciendo un gesto de desdén. Él, sin embargo, la conocía lo suficiente como para saber que aquello no era cierto.

- ¿Segura? - insistió, cauteloso. No quería parecer pesado o presionarla a hablar de algo que la incomodara.

Hanji asintió apenas con la cabeza y se dejó caer sobre el sillón de junto al escritorio, cansada. Moblit tomó asiento a su lado, a una distancia prudente de ella.

-A veces no puedo evitar pensar en que los titanes son justo como nosotros...- exhaló, exteriorizando el embrollo de sentimientos que se estrujaban amontonados en su pecho. Moblit la observaba callado, instándola a seguir. - No puedo evitar pensar que nos escuchan, que nos entienden. Tengo tantas preguntas que hacerles...

El laboratorio se sumió en un silencio cómodo durante la brevedad de un instante. La luz amarillenta del candil encendido dibujaba sombras oscuras sobre el suelo de madera añejo y malgastado, contorneando duramente los rasgos amables de Moblit.

-Ha estado haciendo un gran trabajo, capitana. - admitió entre suspiros. Sus mejillas de pronto se habían puesto rojas. - No me caben dudas de que pronto encontrará las respuestas que busca.

Ella lo miró de reojo durante una fracción de segundo, un tanto asombrada.

-Quisiera saber por qué nos comen, qué los lleva a destruir nuestro mundo. - continuó. - Quizás, así, si pudiéramos averiguarlo, no tendríamos que matarlos, ¿no crees?

Moblit tragó saliva, palmeándola en el hombro, nervioso. El tacto era tímido, casi imperceptible.

-Por eso Sawney y Bean eran tan importantes, ¿verdad? - adivinó. Ella asintió de nuevo. La sola mención de sus nombres le anudaba la garganta, le ardía en el pecho.

-Si tan sólo me hubiese quedado con ellos aquella noche...- se lamentó. El llanto que durante el último rato había intentado ahogar entre libros e informes pronto comenzaba a aflorar a la superficie, sin preámbulos ni previo aviso. La mano de Moblit, que todavía reposaba sobre su hombro, la apretujó con un poco más de fuerza, cariñosamente.

-Ahora no vale la pena lamentarse por lo que no pudo ser. - concluyó. - Debemos continuar hacia adelante.

Otra vez, el mismo silencio que flotaba cómodamente suspendido entre los dos. Hanji se permitió derramar una, dos, tres lágrimas antes de secárselas rápidamente, casi fingiendo que nunca habían estado allí, resguardada en la complicidad de la penumbra.

-Tienes razón. - reconoció. La sonrisa que le asomaba apenas en los labios era ahora más notoria, más genuina. - Gracias, Moblit.

Él agachó la cabeza y se puso en pie, caminando en dirección hacia la puerta.

-Sólo procure descansar, líder de escuadrón. - le advirtió. - Debe estar lúcida para mañana.

Ella no emitió sonido. Tampoco mostró resistencia. Sólo se limitó a observar de mala gana la pila de papeles desordenados encima del escritorio.

Quizás, después de todo, Moblit estuviera en lo cierto. Debía seguir adelante.

Pero eso ya podría hacerlo otro día.

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La cocina olía a jazmín. Y a miel. Y a jengibre.

Hanji tiró pesadamente de la puerta y se sentó a la mesa. Junto a la hornalla, Petra colaba el té que acababa de preparar.

- ¿Tú tampoco puedes dormir? - preguntó, a modo de saludo, con las cejas enarcadas.

Hanji negó con la cabeza.

-Ha sido una jornada un tanto dura. - suspiró. Petra tomó una tetera de una de las repisas y volcó en ella el agua hirviendo de la olla.

-Nada que una buena taza de té no pueda reparar. - ofreció, sonriente. Hanji le devolvió la sonrisa y se sirvió un poco. El humo que emergía del líquido caliente se desdibujaba en el aire, casi dejando una estela perfumada a su paso.

- ¡Está delicioso! - exclamó, dando un sorbo, luego otro más. - ¿Sabes? Debo admitir que Levi tenía razón. ¡Haces el mejor té de toda la Legión!

Petra casi se atraganta con su propia saliva. La tetera que antes sostenía firme por poco resbala de entre el temblor de sus dedos.

- ¿El capitán? - balbuceó. La sola mención de su nombre le anudaba la garganta, se le amontonaba en el pecho.

Hanji dejó escapar una carcajada sonora que reverberaba contra las paredes de azulejo.

- ¿Pues quién más sino? - se mofó. - Nos contamos todo. Estoy segura de que te aprecia muchísimo.

Petra sonrió de nuevo. Sólo que, esta vez, la sonrisa ya no le llegaba a los ojos. La confirmación de aquello que nunca hubiese preferido escuchar descendía pesada hasta su estómago, inexorable e imposible de escapar. De pronto, ya no tenía hambre.

Hanji y Levi tenían un vínculo sólido, inquebrantable, especial. Y ella estaba fuera.

Suspiró, melancólica, y echó unas cuantas cucharadas de azúcar dentro de su taza, revolviendo con desgano.

- ¿Tú crees? - murmuró, en un hilo de voz.

Hanji se acomodó mejor las gafas y, sin siquiera inmutarse, tragó el té que acababa de beberse.

-Levi puede ser un poco duro con las palabras a veces. - explicó. El castaño de sus iris resplandecía bajo el amarillento del candil encendido. - Pero lo cierto es que, en el fondo, es la persona más buena y gentil que he conocido.

Petra asintió, en un movimiento apenas perceptible. La confirmación volvía a explotarle en la cara, como una broma de mal gusto, una escena de la que ella sólo podía ser espectadora. La dulzura empalagosa del té ahora se le hacía amarga, intolerable.

-Ya veo...- exhaló. Que Levi la apreciara nunca iba a ser suficiente. Porque no la quería. No como ella quería que la quisieran.

Hanji tomó la tetera y se sirvió otra taza. Petra sólo podía mirarla en silencio, inmóvil e impotente. Era inteligente, y amable, y ambiguamente hermosa.

Y Levi estaba enamorado de ella.

-Debe ser bonito, ¿verdad? - preguntó, casi como si estuviera hablándose a sí misma.

Hanji frunció el ceño, completamente confundida.

- ¿Qué cosa?

Petra contuvo la respiración durante una fracción de segundo, atónita. Le resultaba imposible que no se hubiese dado cuenta todavía. ¿Acaso no había escuchado los rumores que circulaban por los pasillos?

Inspiró profundo, y colocó detrás de su oreja un mechón de pelo que rebelde le cubría la frente. El rosado ardiendo en sus mejillas era evidente incluso bajo la suavidad de la penumbra.

-Pues... que el capitán te quiera tanto. - concluyó finalmente, entre suspiros, totalmente rendida. Hanji la contemplaba pasmada, incrédula. La taza entre sus manos quedó suspendida en el aire, congelada a medio camino entre la mesa y su boca. De golpe, su mundo entero había quedado patas arriba y no tenía idea de cómo volver a encontrar el equilibrio.

- ¿Cómo lo sabes? - titubeó. Sentía la voz ronca y la garganta reseca.

Petra suspiró de nuevo. Las palabras quemaban impacientes en la punta de su lengua, casi como si fueran a consumirla en vida si las seguía callando.

-Es obvio. A mí jamás me ha mirado como te mira a ti...- confesó, de sopetón, sin tapujos. La sal de una lágrima tímida se mezclaba ahora con la dulzura del té en sus labios y lo amargo en lo profundo de su alma. Le dolía el pecho. Y el corazón. Y todo el cuerpo.

Hanji la observaba sollozar en silencio, sin juzgarla. Levi la quería, pero ¿ella lo quería a él? Le aterraba pensar que ya conocía la respuesta. Que, en realidad, la conocía desde hacía ya un tiempo.

Esbozó una sonrisa pequeña, apenas visible, y Petra le sonrió de vuelta, incluso en medio del llanto.

-Estaré bien- prometió. - Sólo quiero que Levi sea feliz, ¿sabes? No importa si no es conmigo.

Hanji asintió, incapaz de hablar. Las emociones se le anudaban apretujadas en el estómago. Porque lo sabía. Sí, lo sabía.

-Lo intentaré. - aseguró.

Petra se secó los ojos y se puso en pie, dirigiéndose al fregadero a tirar lo que quedaba del té ya frío en su taza.

-Cuídalo mucho...- murmuró, casi en un arrullo para sí misma; un último retazo de esperanza, la discreción de un rezo. Sus dedos acariciaban delicados la fragilidad de la porcelana, dibujando en ella patrones ausentes, invisibles. - Por mí...

Hanji tragó saliva y se detuvo a mirarla. Iba a intentarlo. Iba a intentarlo con todas sus fuerzas.

-Gracias, Petra. - dijo. La sonrisa en su rostro se ensanchó un poco más, muy a pesar del manojo agridulce que le estrujaba el corazón y se derramaba como un torrente humedeciéndole los pómulos.

Ella, otra vez, le devolvió la sonrisa.

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Hacía un par de noches, Levi se lo había dicho. Estaban en su habitación, recién bañados, acostados piel con piel, enlazados el uno con el otro. Todo estaba oscuro y en silencio y, entonces, entre mimos y caricias cómplices se lo había contado. No le quedaba nada de su escuadrón. No le quedaba nada de Petra. Ni siquiera la insignia de su uniforme.

Ahora no tenían más que una tumba vacía y un agujero en el alma, casi o incluso más vacío. La habían perdido y no habían podido despedirse. La habían perdido de una manera cruenta y horrible e injusta, sin misericordia ni previo aviso. La habían perdido y, ahora, la única prueba fehaciente de su ínfima existencia dependía de los recuerdos, de su nombre tallado en la frialdad de la piedra.

Hanji rodeó el hombro de Levi con un brazo y permitió que se apoyara allí, resguardado en el calor de su cuerpo pegado al suyo.

-Tenías razón...- murmuró. Las palabras flotaban suspendidas en el aire tibio, casi desvaneciéndose con la brisa. - Petra hacía el mejor té de toda la Legión...

Él inspiró profundo, sin siquiera inmutarse.

-Sí...- admitió. Hanji lo apretujó contra su costado un poco más fuerte. Su otra mano sostenía algo temblorosa el ramo de jazmines que habían venido a dejarle.

-Y era tan buena...- añadió con un suspiro. Su voz se oía apagada, lejana, melancólica.

Levi asintió.

-Sí.

Delante suyo, el sol comenzaba a ocultarse tras el horizonte amurallado, desligándose despacio del cielo naranja, casi acariciando las nubes con el tenue roce de sus rayos. Un espectáculo finito, efímero, fugaz, igual de escurridizo que agua entre los dedos.

Hanji exhaló. Después de todo, quizás lo importante no fuera prolongar los momentos, sino tener la certeza de haberlos vivido. De haberlos disfrutado. De no guardar rencores o arrepentimientos.

-Oye, Levi...- lo llamó bajito. Él se volteó a verla, apartándose apenas lo suficiente como para quedar frente a frente. El atardecer teñía de dorado algunos mechones de su pelo oscuro.

- ¿Qué quieres, cuatro ojos? - protestó.

Ella lo besó en la mejilla. Su piel se sentía cálida y suave contra su boca.

- ¿Me enseñas a preparar té? - le pidió, hablándole al oído. Levi torció el labio en una media sonrisa apenas perceptible; sus mejillas se habían puesto casi tan rojas como las nubes en el cielo.

-No si no prometes lavarte las manos primero. - exigió. Hanji tomó distancia, muerta de risa.

-Tenemos un trato, capitán. - concluyó, guiñándole el ojo. Él, por su parte, sólo se limitó a maldecir entre dientes. Hanji se rió con más ganas.

"Te dije que iba a cuidarlo, Petra...", pensó. De pronto, todavía entre carcajadas, se percató del nudo que le oprimía el pecho, punzante y arrollador. "Espero que tú también nos cuides a nosotros."

[koulakoukoula2003]

Winter on Paradis

Pairings: Levi x y/n x Erwin, Hange x Moblit, Eren x Mikasa, Marlowe x Hitch

Genre: Fluff, Comedy

Summary: (AU where nobody dies in the Battle of Shiganshina) Everybody is more than excited to find everything covered in white outside the Survey Corps HQ. The Winter Holidays are closer than ever, and you can't wait to spend them alongside your husband, and your brats in your Special Operations Squad.

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: This takes place after the Battle of Shiganshina. Moblit and Hange are married. You and Levi are married. BASICALLY EVERYBODY'S HAPPY, WE NEED SOME HAPPINESS IN THIS FANDOM GODDAMMIT😭😭

Enjoy! 🥰

The next morning, everything was white outside. Everybody was way too excited. It was the 24th of December. And tomorrow was her beloved husband’s birthday. (Y/n) had to think of presents, but all she could look at now, was the whiteness that spread all around them. The snow looked puffy. Only for Connie and Sasha to step right in and destroy it's immaculate beauty. They dove right into the snow, throwing snowballs at each other, and Jean soon joined, playing like five-year-olds.

A snowball landed on Marlowe’s back and he turned, only to be met with an even larger one landing on his face and Sasha with Connie laughed their asses off.

“Aw man, look at that mess,” Hitch approached her boyfriend wiping the white snow off his face. They were all dressed in their pyjamas. They hadn’t even bothered to throw on a cloak or a jacket. Armin had barged right into the barracks, notifying them all that everything outside was covered in a thick, beautiful veil of white and everybody just had to run outside right away.

“No worries, Hitch. I’ve got this,” Marlowe cracked his fingers before he leaned down, picking a large handful of snow and tossing it in Connie’s way. Connie’s laughter ceased as the throw was so powerful, it knocked him down on the snow and Sasha only pointed down at him laughing even more.

Hitch threw another snowball, knocking Sasha down beside Connie. Hitch laughed throwing a fist in the air. “That’s what you get for sneak-attacking my boyfriend!”

Meanwhile, Jean and Eren had been glaring at each other with snowballs in their fists, waiting for the right moment to throw them. Mikasa and Armin were just watching as Jean and Eren did nothing but stare intensely at each other as if they were trying to curse at each other with just one look. Armin raised an eyebrow. Wait a minute…

“Are you guys making a staring contest?” Armin pointed out but the two didn’t answer. They were too busy with trying to keep their eyes open.

Mikasa groaned. “Seriously?! What are you guys? Five-year-olds?!”

The two ignored her and tried to keep it up for as long as they could manage. Eren was the first to give in. “AAH! MY EYES!”

Jean threw a fist in the air. “FUCK YEAH!” And then he tossed the melting snowball that he had in his hand towards his friend. He grabbed another snowball tossing it at him, and another. “Can Mikasa stop me from turning you into a snowman?!” Jean cried out.

“SHUT UP, JEANBOYYYY!” Eren launched at him and they both came crushing down on the snow, beating each other up.

By the time the veterans walked out, it was a mess. (Y/n) had chosen to put on that one thick coat that she had for such circumstances. It was brown, way too big for her small body, but quite cosy and warm due to the fur embroidered on the inside of it. Of course, she had hurried to the barracks to catch all those coats of her squad’s stuff that she recognised. She had washed those coats before. She passed all six of them around her arm and she hurried outside.

Connie, Sasha, Marlowe and Hitch were locked in a thunderous snowball fight. Mikasa and Armin were cheering for Eren whilst he fought with Jean. (Y/n) sighed and she just shook her head. Those kids were going to catch a cold, that was for sure.

“L- Lieutenant (Y/n)-” Marlowe tried to say as he stopped throwing snowballs and turned at his superior, only to be knocked down by a powerful snowball from Connie.

“HELL YEAH!” Connie cried out.

“High-five!” Sasha raised her hand only for Connie to give it a smack.

Hitch growled as she gathered all the snow she could. “You little-”

“Time-out! Time-out! Unarmed person passing by!” (Y/n) cried out as she walked between the two groups. She caught Marlowe’s hand helping him up.

“Thanks, Lieutenant,” Marlowe said as he dusted off the snow from his shoulders. (Y/n) passed his coat around his shoulders and she messed his hair pushing the snow away.

“What have I asked you to call me?” (Y/n) grinned as she settled the coat closer around him.

Marlowe started giggling like an idiot. “(Y/n)?”

(Y/n) gave him a smile. “There, there, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” She handed Hitch her own coat. Hitch had just joined the Survey Corps, and she with Marlowe were making a pretty good team already.

“Thanks, Lieu- er- (y/n)!”

Connie let out a loud sneeze as (y/n) approached him and she cringed. “Oh dear,”

“It’s nothing, (y/n), seriously,” Connie said as he rubbed his red nose.

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow “Sure,” as she passed his own coat around him, and then she did the same with Sasha. “You guys continue,” She grinned. “The team who wins gets to share an entire tray of cake,”

Sasha’s eyes widened. “IT HAS TO BE ME!”

“OVER MY DEAD BODY!” Hitch growled as their hands reached for all the snow she could get.

“SO BE IT!” Connie cried out and the fight continued. (Y/n) giggled as she watched them. She’d never get to make that cake. Those kids would be bedridden by afternoon with an unbearable fever and an undoubtedly sore throat.

Erwin let out a sigh as he watched (y/n) scolding Jean and Eren to death before tucking them both in their coats and then setting over to do the same with Armin and Mikasa. But then he realised he wasn’t the only one staring. An invisible smile spread on Levi’s lips as he tucked his hands in the pockets of his black, thick trench coat, and then another contented sigh came from Moblit. All three men stared at that wonderful woman whilst she mothered the fifteen-year-olds that were making a mess of the street.

Moblit received a painful smack on his shoulder, and he knew of only one woman whose hand was so damn heavy. He turned and he saw his wife. “I get it for those two idiots, but why are YOU SIGHING AND STARING AT HER?!” Hange cried out furiously and Moblit cringed.

“I- I- I wasn’t staring at her!”

“YES, YOU WERE!”

“NO, I WASN’T!”

“FUCK YOU, MOBBY! …and then fuck me too,”

Those two were kissing and making out before they knew it. Levi groaned and rubbed his forehead and Erwin rolled his eyes. Both men turned their attention away from the loudly kissing couple, and they tried to ignore Hange’s moans and Moblit’s groans. Levi clicked his tongue in utter annoyance.

I’m never standing around those two ever again.

Time Skip

“H- Hey, (y/n)?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Y- You don’t happen to have a... twin sister, do you?”

(Y/n) choked back a laugh. Connie’s fever was bringing the wildest hallucinations she had ever seen in a patient with fever. “No, darling,”

“Who brought that goat in here?” Sasha mumbled as she pointed at Hitch who was lying on a bed across from her. No matter her fever, Hitch’s eyebrow twitched in frustration.

“I know for a fact that Sasha’s not hallucinating!” Hitch growled.

“Jeez, can y’all like… shut up?" Jean cut in. "And no, Sasha, that’s not a goat, that’s clearly a unicorn,” Jean pointed out in as-a-matter-of-factedly tone in his voice. (Y/n) cringed. Oh boy. Jean was hallucinating too.

“Speaks the horse,” Eren’s voice came from the bed across of Jean’s and Jean shut his eyes and groaned. Eren was the only one not hallucinating and maybe his titan-shifting abilities had something to do with that. Still, Mikasa was beside him, tending to his fever, and Armin was all around trying to help (y/n) all he could.

“You… son of a b-” Jean tried to say but (y/n) cut him.

“Guys!” She said strictly, catching everyone’s attention. “Let’s just deal with your fever and then you’re all free to skin each other alive, how about that?”

Eren sighed as he let his head roll back on his pillow and Jean groaned. “Fine!”

(Y/n) reached Marlowe. He wasn’t hallucinating either, or at least she thought as much. He was sitting there, quietly on the bed across Connie’s dealing with his fever.

“Hey, honeybun,” Hitch caught Marlowe’s attention. His bed was beside her own. “Do I look like a unicorn to you?”

Marlowe looked at her for a moment. His own fever-induced hallucinations weren’t helping him form an honest answer. “N- No, my sweetiecake,”

“Those are like… the lamest pet names I’ve ever heard of,” Jean commented.

“It’s not like you have a big experience with the ladies and pet names,” Connie grinned. (y/n) couldn’t understand how he was able to tease even though he was in a very high fever.

“Me?” Jean chuckled. “If anybody’s got experience in here, it’s me,” Connie, Sasha and Eren started laughing and a bright blush graced Jean’s cheeks. Jean frowned deeply. “YOU GUYS, SHUT UP!”

“Oi, Jean… I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to your twin brother,” Connie said as he let his head roll back on the pillow. (Y/n) tried her best not to laugh. There he is.

“Ooohhh," Jean nodded casually. "Alright, dude, no problem,”

A/N: Thanks for reading!!! Lemme know if you like it!!! Feel free to reblog and comment below!!! 🥰

[yezzthe]

Rest well, Hanji. You deserve it. 🍵

[justshipsandstuff]

Hange deserves all the support

[caesarwrites]

laying awake, watching the other sleep - Moblit watching Hanji? PLZ

anything for u bb (°▽°)

here’s some mobuhan goodness for y’all

moblit/hange, fluff, set before the return to shigansina

They never indulge like this.

The excitement and anticipation of returning to Shigansina the next day has their adrenaline running high, and coupled with the cups of ale they shared with the other officers brings them into his bed.

Intimacy with Hange was everything he thought it would be and more.

He smiles at the images that he’s able to recall with sharp clarity. He hopes to see her undone in the same manner over and over again once they return.

Moblit shifts, turning to look at Hange.

For once, she’s sleeping soundly. He’s watched her sleep before - usually, she’s slumped over her desk with a pile of papers underneath her arms. When Hange sleeps at her desk, she tends to drool, and the frames of her glasses tend to warp slightly. However, here in his bed, there’s a serenity on her expression that he commits to memory.

Her auburn hair is splayed on the pillow around her head, and her lips are parted - though no drool is leaving her mouth, only her soft breaths. The sheets are pooled at her waist and leave her scars on display, the most prominent ones being from her years of ODM use etched into her skin.

Moblit lifts his hand to brush back her hair from her face, but at that same moment, she suddenly stirs and makes a soft groaning noise. He freezes, worrying that she’ll wake and they’ll go back to their respective roles as scouts.

She doesn’t wake, simply turning over so her back is exposed to him. He lets out a soft sigh of relief, inching forward until her back meets his chest, sliding an arm around her middle to pull her flush to him.

Perhaps when they return home, he can ask her to come back to his bed once more - but not just as a drunken comfort. He can hold her the way he wants to.

The way he’s dreamt of.

“Go to sleep, Moblit,” she grumbles into the pillow.

He holds her closer in response, hiding his smile as he presses his nose to the back of her head.

[fanmoose12]

your mobuhan x levihan fanfiction just gets angstier n angstier with each update i swear this is absolutely gonna KILL ME SO PLS HAVE MERCY

I’m in the brink of death. Please give us fluff

i know i've said it a couple of times already and then did the diametrically different thing, but the fourth chapter is going to be it!!!! the end of levihan's suffering!!!

will they get together, though? well, we'll see in the next chapter😏😏😌

[ibabyunicorn]

Can anyone please recommend me MobuHan fanfics ? Like anything about Hange and Moblit and please i don’t want anything sad just fluff and happy fanfictions

[aziliang]

Its Getting Cold Here

April 15, 1911

“WOMEN AND CHILDREN ONLY, GO OUT TO THE DECK AND EVACUATE TO THE BOATS IMMEDIATELY!!!!” The officer assigned to their deck kept on screaming as he knocked on doors.

The announcement woke up Hange and Moblit. Hurriedly dressing up in their robes to go out and check what was happening. The boat was indeed sinking after having a near collision with an iceberg not too long ago. Everyone was rushing to the boats, screaming and crying filled the air, frantically asking for help, and pleading to be saved. Hans couldn’t help but sigh, they were nervous. ‘Is this really our end?’

Mob could only stare at the chaos before exhaling shakily. ‘This might really be the end.’

With a final glance, Mob reached out to hold Hans’ shoulder while looking deeply in their eyes as if communicating through their minds with their souls. A nod and a soft smile of affirmation was all he got in return, he knew their answer.

He led them back to their room, getting out of their robes to just their pajamas, they were once again fit to lay in bed and finally rest after a long tiring day. 

“It’s getting cold, my love.”  Hans spoke, sitting down on the bed waiting for the other to join them.

“I know darling, maybe the heater is tripping. You can put an extra layer of my sweater instead” He spoke, getting his sweater before joining them in the bed. 

He knew that the water was near reaching their deck, he felt the running water under the floorboards as the atmosphere grew colder by the second. Helping Hans wear the sweater before tucking the both of them in bed. They hear water rushing into the space under the door, they feel it seeping through the floorboards rapidly.

“I don't regret ending this beautiful life beside you.” Hans started, snuggling closer to Mob’s embrace.

“You made my life beautiful, darling.” Mob hugged them tighter as he replied.

“I love you so much, my love. Will you be there when I wake up?”

“I love you so much, darling. let's go to sleep now, it'll be a beautiful day tomorrow and i promise to be there beside you.” He gives them a peck on their lips before going to sleep.

That night, RMS Paradis, the unsinkable ship of dreams, sank not long after a near collision with an iceberg. That night, thousands of people lost their lives, some tried to save themselves but failed, others accepted their fate and went to rest.

September 5, 2031

Reading the story of Captain Hans and Dr. Mob never failed to make Hange sob. It’s their birthday today and they have decided to visit the museum of historical events, out of tradition. They always visit during the anniversary of the sunken RMS Paradis and their birthday. 

Today was no different from their past visits. Reading their story and staring at the restored portrait of the couple alongside the portrait of their skeleton cuddling on their bed. The story wasn't just tear jerking, it is a crime if you didn’t cry because of their story according to Hange.

They couldn't help but sob uncontrollably, until they noticed a handkerchief being offered to them.

“Thank you...” They sobbed once more before wiping their tears with the handkerchief.

“Are you okay?” The man asked, sitting beside them on the floor.

“Yes, yes I am. Their story is just… beautiful yet sad.” 

“That’s true. They accepted their fates, one of the few courageous people during that time.”

“It’s just funny how I spend my birthday here and cry about them. I don’t know, I just kind of feel a connection or something.” They laughed softly, completely recovering from their sobbing fit.

“I do feel a connection of some sort between me and the couple. Happy Birthday by the way, you shouldn’t be spending your birthday crying here.”

“Well yeah, but I have nowhere else to go. I’ve been spending every single birthday here and maybe I forgot how to celebrate it normally.”

“This is definitely a normal way to celebrate, just sad because you’re crying. I’m Moblit Berner, before I forget.”

“Hange Zoe, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Pleasure bumping into you… I- I am not sure if this is too fast but, would you like to go out for some tea or perhaps lunch? To celebrate your birthday.” He offered his hand to them as he stood up.

“Oh gosh, that’s sweet. I would love to go and celebrate, it’s getting cold here anyway.” They accepted his hand, helping themself stand up.

“Here, take my cardigan. We couldn’t let the celebrant get cold on such a beautiful day.”

“My my, thank you kind sir.”

“It’s my pleasure, your majesty.”

It was indeed a beautiful day despite the cold, their blooming bond was enough to warm them inside.

[ao3feed-erwinlevi]

by strawberrymooooon

Much to their mutual dismay - Erwin Smith and Levi Ackerman (and their contrasting personalities) are paired up for a group project by their teacher. How long will it take for the two to realize that they have a lot more common than it seems at first glance?

Words: 5680, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Hange Zoë, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin), Mike Zacharias, Nile Dok, Marie (Shingeki no Kyojin), Petra Ral, Furlan Church, Isabel Magnolia, Kenny Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Moblit Berner, Zeke Yeager, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Armin Arlert's Parents, Carla Yeager, Erwin Smith's Mother

Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Moblit Berner/Hange Zoë, Nanaba/Mike Zacharias, Nile Dok/Marie, Levi Ackerman & Petra Ral, Levi Ackerman & Furlan Church & Isabel Magnolia, Levi Ackerman & Hange Zoë, Nile Dok & Erwin Smith, Marie/Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman & Mikasa Ackerman, Kenny Ackerman & Levi Ackerman, Kenny Ackerman & Kuchel Ackerman & Levi Ackerman & Mikasa Ackerman, Levi Ackerman & Zeke Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman & Armin Arlert & Eren Yeager

Additional Tags: Modern AU, Highschool AU, attack on titan modern au, mutual dislike to lovers, Strangers to Lovers, erwin is an all american white boy, levi is supposed bad boy but he rly isnt??, Soft Levi Ackerman, levi and small mikasa being the cutest, Recreational Drug Use, Marijuana, Alternate Universe - High School, Nonbinary Hange Zoë, MobuHan Week, Fluff, use of slurs, Homophobic Language, rivetra being besties, hanji and levi bffs, erwin smith has mommy issues