#snk christmas

[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 ? :')

[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!!

[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]

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗘𝘃𝗲 🧸🌠

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays ! 🥰🎄 Allan Hoover is so proud of his son, he already knows Bertolt will become a talented, loyal and sweet man !

It wasn’t planned to introduce him now but I was inspired with this idea so 🫣…Here is Allan, one of my AOT OCs ! He’s the Bertolt’s father in my Bert’s childhood comic project : « Lullaby of the Apple » ! 🍎 I’ll finally say you more about him and Ada (his beloved wife), in 2025 ! 🎆 I hope you’ll like them and they will match with the incredible canon universe of AOT ! 🙇‍♀️

[immanime]

Attack on Titan Xmas

[susanoois]

I miss him :(

[pinetoyles]

Will you help Levi unpack his present? 🎁 If yes, you can do it on twt 🎄

[xmads-omensx]

Sorry if I'm overdoing it with yet another request.

Levi Ackerman x female reader

fluff/ one shot

Levi and Y/N are married and they have a 3 year old son. There is a visit from Santa Claus at the mall. The boy learned that his father's birthday is on the same day as Christmas. So, he demands two gifts from Santa Claus for Levi and also for himself. The boy says he also wants his birthday to be at Christmas too.

I don't know if I managed to make you understand. But the story would be fun too.

Thanks. I don't know if the same person can make another request.

DAY 21 - MALL SANTA VISIT

Word Count: 1,591

pairing: Levi Ackerman X wife!reader

content warnings: modern au, they have a child, fluff

Of course, you can send as many requests as you like! I really enjoy writing them so it's no problem at all!

Also sorry it took so long to post, I decided to use it as part of my 25 Days of Christmas <3

Hope you enjoy :)

Furlan was fascinated by the prospect of the shopping mall having a Santa Claus who could grant your Christmas wishes.

He thought Santa was only supposed to live in the North Pole, but his Aunt and Godmother, Hange had told him all about it.

She told him that Santa sometimes had to travel to shopping malls because then he could make sure he was getting everybody’s Christmas wish correct.

He couldn’t wait.

Levi was less than ecstatic when I told him about our weekend plans to visit the mall Santa that Saturday, but he went along with it to make Furlan happy.

That Saturday morning, we had been rudely awoken by Furlan’s excited shouts as he flung himself onto our bed giggling to himself.

Levi took him into his arms before placing a kiss on the top of his head and whispering a quick good morning to me.

Furlan had been counting down the days ever since Hange told him about the legendary mall Santa.

I got myself dressed whilst Levi got Furlan ready, then grabbed my handbag and jacket before heading down to the front door.

Levi had already strapped Furlan into his car seat and had opened the passenger door for me to climb into. As I got into my seat, I paced a chaste kiss on his cheek before he closed the car door behind me.

The entire drive was full of Furlan’s cheery voice singing his favourite Christmas songs.

“Hange!” Furlan shouted, pointing out the window as we pulled into the shopping mall car park. And sure enough, he was right. Next to her beat up pickup truck, Hange stood excitedly waving at us as we pulled into the parking space beside her in Levi’s sleek, black car.

Furlan wiggled with excitement in his seat as he anxiously waited for Levi to unstrap him so that he could rush to his Aunt.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” Levi huffed, secretly glad to see his friend.

“Y/N here mentioned that you weren’t quite done Christmas shopping, so I figured I would come and keep her company whilst you and Erwin finished shopping.” She explained happily, hugging me tightly as we laughed.

“Erwin?” Levi questioned, his eyebrow raising.

“Yep!” Hange exclaimed with glee, pointing at the white range rover that had just pulled into the car park a few spaces along from them.

Erwin exited his car with a big wave as Furlan giggled in Hange’s arms at his Godfather.

“So what, you’re shipping Erwin and I off while you two go to visit Santa?” Levi asked with his usual frown.

“Yep!” I exclaimed, kissing his cheek.

Erwin walked over to the group and immediately began to usher Levi into the mall to “escape the wrath of Hange” as he put it, since he still hadn’t managed to bring a plus one to the annual Christmas party.

Hange and I entered the shopping mall shortly after Erwin and Levi.

The plan was to look in some of the shops before heading to the ‘North Pole’ that had been set up outside of one of the larger department stores in the mall.

We would meet Levi and Erwin there, as Levi still wanted to take his son to see Santa, despite the fact that he was never a huge fan of the holiday, or the excess decorations that looked messy and cluttered when they were hung up in the bust shopping mall.

“So, what have you gotten Levi? Because I have no idea.” Hange asked.

“For Christmas, or his birthday?” I replied.

“Christmas, you know he only lets you get him birthday gifts.” Hange replied.

“I got him a new winter coat that he asked for, and a new teacup for his collection.” I replied. The teacup was tradition, so there was very little point in me even telling Hange that I had purchased it for Levi.

“Ugh, that’s boring!” Hange complained.

“Hey, you asked.” I defended. “And besides, you know Levi only ever asks for practical things if he really needs them, and even then he only asks me to get them for him.” I finished with a laugh.

“But seriously, I want to  get him something and you are literally his wife so give me answers!” She demanded, practically hanging off of my arm.

“Why don’t you get him some new gloves? He likes those leather ones but they have a hole in the pinkie.” I suggested, making Hange’s eyes roll. She never liked getting anyone practical gifts.

“But that’s boring.” She complained.

“But Levi will like it.” I mocked her tone.

“Ugh, why is your father so dull, Furlan?” Hange asked my son who clutched my hand tightly in his own.

“He’s not dull, he just has specific tastes.” Furlan recited to Hange what Levi often said to him when he didn’t want to get the pain sets out.

Hange and I both burst out laughing at my son’s robotic response, sounding exactly like his father.

“Okay, back to the topic at hand.” Hange began once again. “So I can’t get Levi anything for his birthday? Only Christmas?”

“Hange, you know the answer.” I began.

“I know! But I just figured that since they fall on the same day, it shouldn’t matter what I get him because they will blur together anyway.” She explained.

“You do have a point, but you know he doesn’t like his birthday.” I went on.

“I know. I guess I just keep hoping that one year he’ll change his mind and want to celebrate it.” Hange added with a sigh.

“What are you talking about mama?” Furlan asked.

“Your dad’s birthday.” I replied. I didn’t want to have to explain to Furlan why his father hated his birthday.

“Does daddy not like his birthday?” He asked. His large, round grey eyes staring back up at me.

“No, he doesn’t sweetie.” I replied with a smile.

“Why not?” He asked. Shit. There was that question that I didn’t want to ever have to answer.

“Well, kiddo, you know how I don’t like bananas?” Hange asked, leaning down to Furlan’s eye-level. He nodded his head. “Well, your dad just doesn’t like his birthday. He never has the whole time I’ve known him.” She finished, patting Furlan on the head and standing back up to her full height.

“Just get him the gloves so he can stop complaining about the hole in the pinkie finger.” I laughed after a brief moment of pause.

After much complaining from Hange, we managed to buy the gloves and head back to the agreed meeting spot.

Levi and Erwin stood next to one of the pillars by the makeshift ‘North Pole’, Erwin towering over Levi as usual.

“Daddy!” Furlan called as he let go of my hand and ran into his father’s arms.

“Are you excited to meet Santa bud?” Levi asked our son who beamed up at him, nodding his head frantically.

I took Furlan’s hand and led him over to the queue where he was to wait until it was his turn to sit on Santa’s lap.

The line went down quickly as each child took their turn to make their wish to Santa.

Suddenly, it was Furlan’s turn.

He walked up to Santa with a big smile on his face and giggled as Santa lifted him up onto his lap. I rejoined Levi and the others by the pillar.

“So, young man, what’s your name?” Santa asked Furlan.

“Furlan Ackerman!” He exclaimed with excitement, making Santa laugh.

“And what would you, Furlan Ackerman, like for Christmas?” He asked.

Furlan thought for a moment before answering.

“well… I have tow wishes.” He said timidly.

“Two!” Santa exclaimed. “Well, I suppose since you have been such a good boy this year, I can grant you two wishes.” Furlan smiled before answering.

“My Daddy’s birthday is on Christmas, but he doesn’t like his birthday, and I think that’s sad. So my first wish is that my Daddy likes his birthday again so we can all have fun and he can get even more presents!” I could feel Levi tense ever so slightly beside me.

“I see.” Santa paused for a second. “And what about your second wish?”

“I wish that my birthday was Christmas too, so that my Daddy and I can share a party and get more presents too!” Furlan exclaimed with excitement.

“Well.” Santa began. “I can’t change your birthday, but I’ll see if I can do anything about your father enjoying his birthday.”

Furlan beamed with joy at Santa’s words.

“Take this for yourself.” Santa held out a small wrapped package to Furlan, “ And take this for your father.”

Furlan took both gifts, thanked Santa before hurrying back to where we all waited beside the pillar.

As soon as he reached us, Furlan handed Levi the gift that Santa had given him.

“Open it.” Furlan demanded, sounding exactly like his father.

Levi hesitantly peeled back the red wrapping paper to reveal a small keyring with two wings on them. One of them blue, and the other white. It was an insignificant little keyring, but for some reason, it made Levi begin to tear up.

Then it hit you. Levi didn’t hate the idea of his birthday anymore, because he had his own family to re-write the past with.

Furlan’s wish to the mall Santa, made Levi realise how loved he truly was.

And that small, cheap keyring was a symbol of the love from a son to his father, which Levi would treasure forever.

[aot-apricity]

'Tis the season to be silly 🎄

[kylekoraki]

MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄

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

[simply-suki]

Christmas time with Levi.

He loves christmas but hates his birthday.

You hate christmas but love his birthday.

So you both find ways to make the day more enjoyable, just being in each other’s presence all snuggled up and cozy.

[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! 💜💚

[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 😉🤭🎁 )

[sherewrytes]

A sparkle of a moment, Eren x Black F reader

Wanted to see if I can write Fluff for this Christmas season.

The scent of cinnamon candles filled the cozy apartment as you hummed softly, focused on the tiny halo you were crafting for Seren’s angel costume. The warm glow of the Christmas tree in the corner lit up the room, its ornaments sparkling like the excitement in your daughter’s eyes. Seren sat cross-legged on the rug nearby, her little hands clutching a piece of paper with her lines scribbled in bright crayon.

“Okay, baby,” you said, glancing up from the delicate golden wire and tulle in your hands. “One more time. Remember, use your big voice so everyone can hear what a perfect angel you are.”

Seren nodded enthusiastically, her curls bouncing under the dim light. She took a deep breath, puffing out her cheeks in exaggerated preparation before chirping, “Peace on Earth and good wool toward men!”

You stifled a laugh, biting your lip. “Goodwill, sweetheart. ‘Goodwill toward men.’”

“Good wool?” Seren’s tiny brows furrowed in confusion.

“Goodwill, Seren,” Eren’s deep voice chimed in as he entered the room, balancing a Target bag in one hand and a beaming Seren in the other. “Though, honestly, you could probably get away with it. You’re cute enough to make wool sound festive.”

You smiled at the sight of him, his usual cool demeanor softened by the way Seren had her little arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Eren set her down gently, ruffling her hair before holding up a pair of fluffy white wings from the bag. “Alright, princess, check these out! Daddy found the most angelic wings in the whole store.”

Seren gasped, her tiny hands flying to her cheeks. “They’re soooo pretty!” She reached for the wings and twirled around the room with them, her little feet nearly tripping over the tutu of her costume. Then she stopped suddenly, her face scrunching up.

“But…they’re not sparkly,” she pouted, holding them out toward you as though you could magically fix them.

Eren sighed dramatically, crouching down to her level. “Not sparkly enough for my superstar angel, huh?”

“No,” Seren said solemnly, shaking her head.

You smirked, leaning against the table. “Well, Daddy’s got his work cut out for him. Good luck, Mr. Perfect Wings.”

Later that night, with Seren fast asleep, Eren sat hunched over the kitchen table, rhinestones, glitter glue, and sequins scattered around him like an arts-and-crafts tornado. You peeked in, biting back a laugh as you caught him squinting at the tiny gems.

“You know, I didn’t think arts and crafts were your thing,” you teased, stepping behind him to rest your chin on his shoulder.

“They’re not,” he muttered, carefully pressing a rhinestone onto the edge of one wing. “But my baby girl deserves to shine brighter than every other angel on that stage.”

You smiled, kissing his cheek. “She’s lucky to have a dad like you.”

He glanced up at you, his lips curving into a small smile. “Yeah? Well, she’s lucky to have a mom like you, making halos and teaching her how to say ‘goodwill.’”

“Good wool,” you corrected with a grin.

Eren chuckled softly, brushing some glitter off his hands. “She’s going to kill it tomorrow. You’ll see.”

The next morning arrived with the excitement of Christmas just around the corner, and the air was filled with a sense of magic. You awoke early to the sound of tiny feet padding across the living room. Eren, still asleep beside you, groaned softly as Seren clambered over the bed, her green eyes wide and sparkling with anticipation.

“Mommy, Mommy! Is today the day I’m an angel?” she asked, her voice high-pitched with excitement.

You blinked sleepily at the clock, noticing the time. “Yes, sweetie. But you’ve gotta get dressed first, okay?”

“Okay!” Seren cheered, running off toward the bathroom to get ready.

Eren groaned again, cracking open one eye. “Is she really awake already?”

You smiled and gently kissed his cheek. “Yeah, and I think she’s more excited about being an angel than Christmas itself.”

Eren stretched lazily, rubbing his eyes, before turning to you with a grin. “It’s her first big performance. I get it.” He yawned. “I’ll make coffee.”

By the time you finished getting Seren dressed, her angel costume was the picture of perfection. The wings now sparkled with glitter and rhinestones, the halo sitting crookedly atop her head, as if it, too, had been rushed by excitement. Seren twirled around in the mirror, admiring herself.

“Mommy, I’m soooo sparkly!” she declared, her green eyes shining even brighter than the gems on her wings.

“You sure are, baby girl,” you replied, smoothing out the edges of her dress. “You’re going to steal the show today.”

When you and Seren arrived at the daycare center, Eren had already secured the best seats in the audience. As soon as you spotted him, he waved you over with his signature grin, a little less relaxed than usual with the weight of his proud fatherhood showing.

“I can’t believe how fast she’s growing,” he murmured, his voice thick with sentiment as you sat down.

You leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I know. It feels like just yesterday she was a tiny thing in my arms.”

Seren’s daycare teacher led the little ones to the stage, herding them into their designated spots with the precision of a drill sergeant. Seren immediately darted to her spot at the front, her head swiveling to find her parents in the crowd. When her green eyes met yours and Eren’s, her face broke into the most radiant smile.

“There she is,” Eren whispered, squeezing your hand. “My angel.”

As the play began, Seren’s voice rang out a bit timidly at first, but then, with a burst of confidence, she shouted, “Peace on Earth and good wool toward men!”

The audience erupted into laughter, and you could see Seren beam under the stage lights, her eyes catching every ounce of attention in the room. You and Eren were the loudest cheerleaders, clapping, whistling, and shouting words of encouragement. Eren even held up his phone to snap a few blurry pictures while he clapped with one hand.

“Go Seren! You’re doing great!” you cheered, waving wildly. Seren, halfway through her lines, gave a tiny wave back and then completely forgot the rest of what she was supposed to say. Instead, she turned to face you both and shouted, “I love you, Mommy and Daddy!”

The crowd laughed even harder, and Seren’s face lit up, full of pride as she finished her performance in her own unique way.

Afterward, as you all gathered in the lobby for cookies and punch, Eren crouched down and pulled Seren into a tight hug. “You were amazing, princess,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Seren wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, resting her head against his shoulder. “You were the loudest cheerleader, Daddy.”

“And you’re my shining star,” he replied, glancing over at you with a proud smile.

You joined them, pulling Seren into a group hug, all of you smiling as your little angel basked in her own Christmas magic.

After the pageant, the family made their way to the local ice cream shop, the streets alive with Christmas lights twinkling in the cold night air. Seren bounced eagerly in Eren’s arms as she greeted everyone who passed, her face beaming like the brightest star.

“Merry Christmas!” she shouted with a grin so wide it seemed to light up the street, her green eyes sparkling with the magic of the day. “Merry Christmas!” she repeated, waving at a couple walking hand-in-hand, who chuckled and waved back.

Eren laughed softly, adjusting his grip on her as they entered the ice cream parlor. “She’s got more Christmas cheer than I’ve ever seen.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with pride. “She’s a little ray of sunshine, isn’t she?”

They made their way to the counter, where Seren stood on tiptoe, peering up at the menu with intense concentration. “I want…uhhh…all the sprinkles, Mommy!”

Eren chuckled and turned to the counter worker, who nodded knowingly. “Two cones, then? One for you and one for her?”

“Yep,” Eren said with a grin, “and extra sprinkles.”

After a few moments, they were sitting at a cozy booth by the window, watching the snowflakes fall as the Christmas lights twinkled outside. Eren pulled Seren onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her as he handed her the cone. She took it eagerly, her eyes lighting up with joy as the cold treat met her lips.

“Mmm, I love ice cream!” Seren said, her voice muffled as she stuffed the cone into her mouth.

You laughed and took a bite of your own cone. “I see you do, sweetie. Just be careful not to spill it everywhere.”

Seren glanced up at Eren, then at you, her green eyes twinkling with mischief. “Mommy, Daddy, I want to feed you!”

Eren raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a playful smile. “Oh, you do, huh? Well, okay. Go ahead.”

Without hesitation, Seren scooped a big spoonful of ice cream and tried to feed it to you, giggling as she held the spoon with both hands. “Here, Mommy! Eat it!”

You leaned in, taking the spoon from her with a grin. “Okay, okay, I’m eating it. You’re so generous, Seren.”

Eren watched the exchange with a fond smile, his eyes soft as he glanced between you and Seren. Then, to your surprise, he took a spoonful of his own ice cream and held it out to you. “Here’s your turn,” he said with a wink.

You laughed, accepting the spoon and teasing, “You’re both going to spoil me with ice cream, huh?”

“We’ll spoil you with all the love in the world, sweetheart,” Eren replied, his voice low and warm.

Seren’s head suddenly leaned against Eren’s chest, her eyes heavy with the weight of the day. “Daddy, I love you,” she mumbled, her tiny hands clutching the sides of her cone.

Eren pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you too, baby. More than anything in this world.”

You watched the scene in quiet adoration, your heart full as you leaned against Eren, feeling the warmth of your little family in the cozy booth.

“And I love you both,” you whispered, glancing at Eren and then at Seren, who had already drifted off to sleep, her ice cream forgotten in her lap.

Eren kissed your forehead, his arm still around Seren as he pulled her closer, not caring that his own cone had long since melted. “Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he murmured.

“Merry Christmas,” you whispered back, content, as you all sat together—your hearts full, the night perfect, and the snow falling softly outside.