#christmas aot

[levisjinchuriki]

you look good spoiled - eren jaeger

summary: eren loves spoiling you and decides to splurge on christmas

warning: plug!eren, christmas with bf eren, reader getting spoiled, one curse

you’re surrounded by stacks of gifts wrapped in designer paper, each box more luxurious than the last. louis vuitton, chanel, and gucci logos peek through the meticulously tied bows. the smell of pine and cinnamon fills the room, but it’s mixed with the faint, earthy aroma of the blunt in eren’s hand. you’re curled up on the couch, a glass of spiked eggnog cradled in your hands.

“babe, you really didn’t have to go this crazy” you say, gesturing to the mountain of presents. your tone is light, but the sheer amount of it all is overwhelming—even for someone as spoiled as you.

eren, sprawled out next to you in black sweats that hang low on his hips and a fitted white tee that clings to his chest, smirks. his hair’s pulled into a messy bun, a few loose strands framing his sharp jawline. “you’re acting like you didn’t send me a whole list, princess” he says, his green eyes glinting with amusement as he takes a slow drag from the blunt.

you bite your lip to keep from smiling too wide. he’s got you there.

“well, yeah” you tease, setting your glass down on the side table, “but i didn’t expect you to actually buy everything” your voice lilts with feigned innocence as you cross your legs.

eren exhales a cloud of smoke, lazily blowing it toward the ceiling before flicking the ash into the crystal tray on the coffee table. “don’t play with me” he says, his smirk widening as he sits up, resting his elbows on his knees. “you knew what you were doing, sending me links with ‘this would look cute on me’ in the captions. what kind of man would i be if i didn’t make it happen?”.

you haven’t heard the word “no” since the two of you got together, and honestly, you don’t expect to. your cheeks warm as you take a sip of your eggnog, using the glass as a shield to hide the grin tugging at your lips.

your eyes wander over the gifts, a mix of excitement and disbelief bubbling up in you. “you really got everything on the list?”.

“and then some” he says, taking another pull from his blunt. he tilts his head toward a smaller pile near the back. “those are surprises”.

you hum thoughtfully. since eren went all out, it’s only fair that he opens one of his presents first.

you lean forward and hand him a neatly wrapped black box.the ribbon glints gold, tied perfectly, and for a moment, eren just looks at it, his green eyes squinted playfully. 

“this better not be socks, or i’m returning all your shit” he jokes, shaking it gently near his ear.

impatiently, he tears into the paper. when he gets to the sleek box inside, his hands slow, the playful glint in his eyes replaced with curiosity.

“what’s this?” he mutters, lifting the lid.

for a moment, his usually cocky demeanor falters. inside is a custom diamond-encrusted lighter, the silver metal gleaming under the warm glow of the christmas lights. the diamonds catch every flicker, and engraved along the side are the initials “e.j.”

he’s quiet, which is rare for him. turning the lighter over in his hands, his thumb brushes over the engraving, tracing the letters like he’s committing them to memory.

“damn” he mutters, turning the lighter over in his hand, the engraved initials catching the glow from the tree. “this is fire”. 

you watch him lean back, flicking it open to admire how it lights with a smooth, satisfying click. 

“you like it?” you ask, your voice almost hesitant.

“like it?” he glances up at you, his green eyes soft in that rare way they only get when he’s looking at you.

before he can respond, he leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a kiss that’s surprisingly tender. eren doesn’t let you go far. in one swift motion, he pulls you into his lap, his hands finding their place on your waist like they belong there. his thumbs rub slow circles against your hips as he kisses you in appreciation. 

when eren pulls away, his thumb brushes your cheek one last time, and his smirk softens into something more genuine.

“thank you, baby” he says, his voice low and sincere. he glances down at the lighter still in his hand, then back up at you. “seriously”.

you’re about to brush it off, but then he shifts under you, sitting up straighter. 

“alright” he says. “your turn”. eren leans over the side of the couch for a moment before holding a light blue bag. the name shines in elegant silver lettering, and your eyes widen in shock.

tiffany & co. 

“eren—” you gasp, your voice a mix of disbelief and excitement.

your hands shake slightly as you reach into the bag, lifting out a small box with a white ribbon on top. when you lift the lid you can’t believe your eyes.

inside is a diamond tennis bracelet, flawless stones shimmering against the velvet lining. it’s beautiful—too beautiful.

“babe” you whisper, your voice barely audible as you lift the bracelet out of the box. the diamonds feel cool and impossibly smooth against your fingers, and you can’t stop staring. “this is… i don’t even know what to say”.

“i know you’re gonna say i’m doing too much” eren murmurs, his voice soft as he carefully clasps the bracelet around your wrist, making sure it’s snug. “but you deserve it”.

the weight of the diamonds settles on your skin, and you can’t stop admiring how perfect it is. before you can find the words to respond, he tilts his head, his green eyes searching your face.

“what you think, mama?” he asks, his tone almost teasing, but there’s a hint of nervousness in the way he watches you.

you don’t answer—not with words, at least. instead, you lean in and kiss him, deeply and appreciatively, pouring all the emotion you can’t seem to articulate.

eren’s hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer as he tilts your chin up with his other hand. his lips curve into a smile against yours, soft and full of warmth.

“guess you like it” he chuckles, knowing you have plenty more gifts to open.

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a/n: thank you for reading. happy holidays everyone!!

[aengelren]

Attack on titan xmas🎅official arts

[ackermantihora]

happy birthday, sweet levi 🎄🎁

[kirimachi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Levi 💐

I'm glad to have met you.

[theysangastheyslew]

IT'S CHRISTMAS IN JULY BITCHES (yes I know it's almost over shh 🤫)

Now could this have been 4 panels with Hans just plopping down on the couch, patting Levi on the shoulder and saying ''Yo I'm knocked up'', and then carrying on with their evening?

Why yes, yes indeed. But where's the struggle in that ? :')

[laurageto]

hoe hoe ho-ly shit! imagine this beautiful man turning up at your door on christmas day *drool* 🤤

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

mistletoe // Levi x Reader fluff

Candles flicker in the barrack halls, a rare comfort attempting to dispel the darkness of the longest night. An extra ration of drinks at dinner meant that most of the scouts were already asleep, satisfied with a night of songs and hard-won celebrations.

Levi didn’t drink. He was still awake, putting the mess hall back in order. He lingered over the tables, wiping invisible stains from the wooden surfaces. When he had exhausted any pretense of cleaning, he made his way to his room, slower than usual.

It felt almost as if he was waiting for something, or someone. It was a rare feeling these days but not unwelcome. Levi pressed his palm to his chest as if to feel the weight of it, to measure the sensation of longing.

Snow fell thick and fast, blanketing the barracks and muffling the sounds of the world. Levi curled in his chair and turned to face the window. He exhaled, softening a little with every snowflake.

There were days when his life in the Underground felt very far away, like a bad memory hidden in the back of his mind. It was hard to recall a time before he could feel the wind on his face. But right now, watching the snow fall beside a fire, the sky an endless gray shroud lit by the few stars that pierced the veil- it felt like he was seeing it for the first time again.

No, Levi didn’t celebrate, exactly. But there in the peace of a brief moment, he let the embers in his battered heart swell to a warm glow. Your tentative knock at the door had him turning in surprise, the flames flickering.

“Come in,” he murmured. Your cheeks were flushed, snowflakes melting in your hair as if you’d just been blown in from outside. You stood in his doorway and caught your breath, then did as he said.

Levi used his foot to drag another chair beside his, a silent invitation. You plopped down gratefully, and Levi didn’t even point out the puddle that formed underneath your snowy boots.

“You were out in this?” He inclined his head at the thickening snowfall.

You nodded. “Has a few things to do, but I’m done now. Did you enjoy the feast?”

“Mm.” He hummed, not exactly a disagreement. “The cadets were happy.”

“I’m glad.” A comfortable silence fell over the room, and you rested your hand on the arm of his chair. “It’s beautiful out there.”

“Yeah.”

“I brought you something back, actually.”

He turned to you, sharp chin propped in his hand, and raised his eyebrows in interest. You dug into your pack excitedly. “Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just close them!”

He huffed, but closed his eyes warily. You lifted the sprig of mistletoe that you’d found outside and held it over his head. “Okay, open!”

He did as you said, and couldn’t hide a soft gasp at the view. You were leaning in with a mischievous smile, so close that your breath brushed his cheeks. The firelight gilded your features and reflected in your eyes, crinkled with excitement. He thought he’d never seen anything so beautiful.

“Look up!” With effort, he shifted his gaze to the bundled branches you dangled over his head.

“What’s this?”

“Mistletoe!” He looked back at you blankly. He didn’t want to ruin your surprise, but he had no idea what you were on about.

“Okay…”

You blew out a breath. “You don’t know about mistletoe?”

He leaned back in his chair, still engrossed in the way your lips parted, the little pout at his response. “Enlighten me.”

“Well, it’s a winter tradition. I guess in the Underground you wouldn’t-” you cut off the thought, suddenly embarrassed. “Anyway, if you’re under mistletoe with someone else, you have to…well you’re meant to-”

“Yes?” The voice that interrupted your rambling was gently affectionate. It could have been a trick of the firelight, but you could almost see a tiny smile playing on his lips.

“To kiss,” you whispered.

His cheeks went pink. He looked away, then back up at you, then at the sprig of mistletoe you still held over your heads. “Is that so?”

“Mhm.” You took a deep breath, focused on his lips, so close to yours now- then Levi leaned in and kissed you. Time stopped for a heartbeat, then surged forward dizzily. He felt warmer than you imagined, and softer- more human. The soldier tasted like a man.

It was hardly a kiss, really just a brush of his lips against yours- but it was real, and he had kissed you, and you didn’t realize the mistletoe was shaking in your trembling hand until he reached up and steadied it with his own.

Levi lowered your clasped hands and took the mistletoe from you. He examined the delicate leaves, the pale white berries tucked away in the center- and you examined him, both trying to steady your breathing.

“Did you climb a tree for this?” He asked, pinning you with that gray stare. You plucked at your sleeve, suddenly aware of the scratched skin and messy hair that betrayed you.

“I might have. But I’d say it was worth it.”

Levi huffed a laugh, turning the mistletoe over in his hands. His voice was thoughtful, softer than you’d ever heard it. “It’s a good tradition.”

He lifted it over your head again, and cupped your cheek in his other hand, drawing you closer. Levi kissed you again, and again, until the mistletoe fell forgotten on the floor.

[kiwie-not-kiwi]

Dear tumblr people, I almost forgot to share with you my Xmas tiny Tolt ! Pls, accept him !!🙇‍♀️🎄

[atropellabuelas3mil]

A little bit too late 🤭

[kylekoraki]

MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄

I didn't have much time so it's just a rushed sketch

[starrylevi]

🎄 🎅🏽 🎂

“Ahem.”

You turn around with your baby girl and see Levi donned in a Santa hat, an unamused expression on his face.

You giggle as you walk over to him. “You look so cute!” You exclaim.

His mini me on your hip seems to agree as she coos excitedly when her eyes land on him. “Yes, doesn’t daddy look so cute?” You say in an exaggerated happy voice.

Levi rolls his eyes at you but you can see the corners of his lips curve upwards. “C’mere, sweetheart.” He speaks softly as he carefully takes her from your arms. Her chubby little hand immediately starts to pull on the white ball at the end of Levi’s hat. “She wants it off just like I do.” He remarks.

“Shush.” You adjust the hat for him so it’s harder for her to grab.

Levi playfully pouts. “I know…” Levi murmurs into the babe’s cheek, “Mama’s so mean for not letting you play with it.” He smirks as his gaze sets on you while he gently bounces her in his arms.

You’re about to playfully chastise him when your daughter babbles happily at the skin to skin contact between her and her father. Your heart melts at the sight and you quickly grab your phone to commemorate the moment. Levi never used to be a fan of photos (and for the record he still isn’t) but he feels differently when you or her are included, especially her.

“Happy Birthday Daddy!” You say with a beaming smile before you take the photo. Little babe follows the sound of your voice as she smushes her cheek against Levi’s, emitting a small chuckle from him. You’re grateful you’re able to catch their expressions on camera, the beautiful moment now frozen in time.

“Now a picture with both of my girls.” Levi gently tugs you by the waist and you eagerly oblige, briefly pausing to let Levi put your daughter between the two of you.

Your daughter continues to assault Levi’s cheek regardless of where she’s placed and you do the same with your daughter, pressing your lips lovingly against her cheek.

You don’t know it but in that moment Levi’s never felt more happy, or more loved. In that moment, he’s certain birthdays/Christmases aren’t so terrible after all.

[levisjinchuriki]

gift wrap - connie springer

summary: connie hates when you spend money on him, but he'll make an exception for christmas

warning: hood connie, curses, connie spoiling you, connie smoking, use of alcohol

christmas at connie’s place is anything but traditional. the faint smell of peppermint candles mixes with the scent of weed as christmas movies play softly in the background. his apartment is decked out with a mini tree he swears he decorated himself (even though you did most of the work). you’re curled up on his couch in his oversized hoodie and fuzzy socks, sipping on a cup of spiked hot chocolate that he made just the way you like it.

“yo” he calls out, glancing at you. “you good over there, princess? need a refill or somethin’?” connie calls out from the kitchen.

you shake your head, giving him a small smile. “i’m good. come over here so we can open presents!”. he doesn’t need to be told twice. connie strolls over and drops down next to you on the couch. his arm immediately rests on the back of the couch behind you, pulling you closer. his eyes flicker to the mountain of gifts stacked in front of you, and he lets out a low chuckle.

“you too spoiled” he teases.

you raise an eyebrow, setting your cup down on the coffee table. “of course i am. you won’t even let me pay for my own nails” you retort.

he takes a long pull from his blunt,letting the smoke curl from his lips before exhaling slowly.

“that’s ‘cause you’re my girl. and my girl don’t pay for nothin’. you know that” he says. 

it’s true. all your finances are handled by connie. he doesn’t just provide for you with the essentials; he spoils you with the things you don’t even ask for. it’s one of the things you love most about him—his ability to take care of you in ways that make you feel cherished, without a second thought.

connie hands you your first present and you excitedly peel away the wrapping paper. beneath the surface, a velvet box reveals itself. you can already tell this one’s something special.

inside is a rose gold anklet, encrusted with tiny diamonds that catch the light with every shift. the charm, a small “c,” dangles from the chain, shimmering like it was meant just for you. you’re speechless for a moment, your hand hovering over the anklet as your eyes trace every detail.

“connie...” your voice trails off, overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of it.

connie’s gaze softens, and he leans forward a little, his eyes never leaving you. “you like it?” he asks.

you blink, trying to shake off the shock of it, and look up at him with wide eyes. “like it?” you smile, a little breathless. “i love it”. connie takes a moment to help you put on your anklet. it looks even prettier on you than he thought. 

"good" he says, his voice soft as he leans forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "figured it’ll look good next to my ear" he adds smoothly.

you can’t help but laugh, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him just a little closer. "you’re really too much”. 

his grin widens, a little cocky but undeniably endearing. "and you love it" he replies, his hands resting on your thighs, giving them a light squeeze.

you bite your lip, trying to hold back your smile, but he's right. you do love it. you love the way he spoils you, the way he’s always so unapologetically himself, and how he makes everything feel a little brighter.

you lean in to kiss him. it's slow, sweet, the kind of kiss that speaks louder than words ever could. you pull back just a bit, looking at him with soft eyes.

“alright, my turn” you say, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. you can see connie’s brow furrow as he looks up at you, clearly curious.

“you got me somethin’?” he asks, his voice laced with both surprise and suspicion.

“of course” you reply, your eyes sparkling as you hop off his lap and grab a gift bag from its hiding place. the bag is simple but elegant, and you hand it over to him, barely able to hide your excitement.

“mama, i told you not to spend money on me” he lightly scolds, but there’s a softness in his voice that lets you know he’s not mad. he just hates when you spend money on him, especially because he’s always the one taking care of you.

connie takes the bag from you, raising an eyebrow as he starts to open it. you watch closely, feeling a little anxious but mostly excited to see his reaction.

“don’t get mad” you say quickly, biting your lip, hoping he’ll like it.

he doesn’t respond right away, but the moment he pulls out the item inside, his expression shifts.

“yo...” connie’s voice trails off as he examines his present, his fingers running over the smooth edges of the box. “you got me a rolex?” he looks up at you with wide eyes, disbelief mixed with appreciation in his gaze.

you can’t help but smile, watching him take it all in. you’d seen him eyeing that exact watch every time you two went to the mall, and you knew there was no way he’d ever pull the trigger on it himself. so, of course, it had to be the perfect gift.

“figured you needed something to flex with next time you’re out with your friends” you tease.

connie slides the watch onto his wrist, watching it settle into place with a satisfied grin. he holds his arm out, tilting it this way and that, admiring how it catches the light, how the polished gold gleams against his skin.

“nah, this is too much” he says, trying to sound indifferent, but the grin on his face betrays him. you can see how much he’s enjoying it.

“you really didn’t have to do this, mama” connie murmurs, his voice low and sincere. he pulls you into his lap, strong arms wrap around your waist as you settle comfortably against his chest. he presses a soft kiss to your temple, nose and eventually lips.

“i love it. and i love you”. your heart skips a beat at the tenderness in his voice, and you can’t resist leaning in to kiss him. it’s slow, sweet, a kiss that says everything that words can’t. when you pull back, you’re grinning, feeling the warmth of the moment fill you up.

“fuck the rest of these gifts” connie mutters with a playful grin as he flips you onto your back. “wanna see that anklet up close”.

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a/n: happy holidays!!

[moo-blogging]

A Christmas treat to all my beloved readers: Levi and your daughter.

When your daughter was born, Levi was scared that his missing fingers and scarred face would scare your daughter away. He would always sit at the side of your bed, watching with such dovey eyes but never offered to hold the baby.

You kept encouraging him. You made him hold the baby. And you would spend hours pumping your breast milk just so Levi could feed the baby.

"It's the same, love," Levi would say as he bounced the crying baby in his arms, "just let her drink from you."

"Levi, it's not the same," pouring your warm milk into the feeding bottle, "baby needs her papa to hold her too. It's father and daughter bonding time."

It always warmed your heart when you watched Levi feeding the baby. He had a way with your daughter. The way he held her and the bottle at the right angle, the baby would instantly quiet down and suck in the milk. Her chubby fingers looked to small against Levi's rough ones.

After Levi had burped her, she loved to grab Levi's thumb. Whenever Levi wringgled his thumb, the baby would laugh. And Levi's eyes would soften. His lips would curved upwards.

.

When your baby grew into a toddler, you both had trouble keeping up with her wobbly legs and quick hands. She would run to anywhere and grab anything within reach. After discussions with Levi, it was decided that Levi would be on the floor with your daughter to keep an eye on her. Levi could not walk, but he could move around on the floor and he could react fast enough to grab your daughter who was always running towards the kitchen when you were cooking. Levi spent a lot of time with your active toddler, keeping her within the safe zone and playing toys with her.

Sometimes, you would walk into the exhausted father-daughter duo who was asleep on the floor. Levi sleeping on his side and your toddler slept like a starfish. Love looked like chaos and peace in your house.

.

Levi had never been to school and he felt more nervous than your little daughter in her new red and white uniform. He thought of all the worst things that could happen and had asked your daughter multiple times if she'll be okay in school.

Your daughter, excited to meet new friends, kept reassuring him half heartedly as she wore her little black boots. "I'll tell the teachers if someone picks on me."

"And what if the teachers don't do anything?" Levi passed her her little yellow school bag.

"I'll punch him in the face and come home." Your daughter gave him a thumbs up.

Levi smiled lovingly, "and I'll make sure you'll be alright."

You, who were heavily pregnant with your second kid, stood by the door. "Are you okay going to school alone on your first day?" You asked your daughter.

Your daughter, slinging her bottle over the shoulder nodded, "dada walked me there for 100 times!"

Levi had been walking your daughter to school as a practice because you couldn't walk long distance with your swollen belly. Levi could only do it when the road was less crowded because his wheelchair couldn't pass by. But worry not, Levi had set Falco and Gabi on the way in disguise to watch over your little girl.

But when the door closed, and your daughter set off to her school without looking back, Levi shed a tear.

"I swear she was just a little kitten in my arms yesterday. And now she's skipping to school."

You pulled Levi in, and kissed the top of his head. "You'll forever be her dada, Levi. She loves you."

[ettas-stuff]

Merry Christmas :)

[wingedwhitelioness]

Merry Christmas @aiyanakopa 💚💜 I’m your secret santa and here’s my gift for you. Hope you like it ☺️

Thank you @levihanweek @alemanriq for organizing the secret santa gift exchange event, gathering levihan fans around to celebrate our beloved ship. Wishing you great holidays 🎄

- “I’m almost finished with your birthday gift, Levi!” 🧣🧶

( It appears no wrapping paper is needed 😉🤭🎁 )

[theysangastheyslew]

MERRY MERRY CRISIS @dont-f-with-moogles TWAS I WHO WAS YOUR SECRET SANTA ALL ALONG MWAHAHA ❄️✨️

White Berries gave me a good deal of emotional whiplash so I had to try to capture those feelings and give them right back XD Hope you enjoy and I hope that you've had a lovely holiday! 💜💚