Aight we know for a fact as soon as the twins are born Armin has them the cutest matching knitted boots, socks, mittens and hat. He probably took up knitting classes or was taught by Historia or someone he knows. And like he is head over heals seeing their chubby lil faces and bodies in all the matching outfits he's gotten for em. Definitely bought you something to match with the babies and is melting at the sight of you with both the kiddos on your hips growing chunky as they probably just reached 6 months and are already trying to start conversation with him or you. Ahh this is so long I'm sorry I just love dad Armin 😭😭😭
yes plzzz he lives for the matching outfits
just seeing his cute little babies in their hats and mittens makes him so soft. (And yeah duh he makes you match with them too, wearing the same color, he just thinks it’s so aesthetic and cute)
also I’m just imagining how excited he would be to get family photos of you and your kids taken, hed want to make sure you and him wear corresponding clothes and the babies are perfectly matching, one sitting on each of your laps as you pose.
And YEAH omg when they start to talk 😭
he gets so emotional when he hears them say their first words, and when they start saying ‘dada’ or ‘daddy’ he just melts like omfg his babies know who he is. He tries to get them to say all sorts of things, and you’d probably have to scold him after a while for trying to coax his babies into saying complex words and sentences like cmon all they know how to do is say two syllable words and point at things they want
BUT ALSO I was thinking abt how Armin literally is never away from them. Like even when they’re all tired out and napping? They’re sleeping on his chest, bodies kept from falling off by his arms secured protectively around them. And he’ll be sleeping too, just tired from a long day and taking a nap with his kiddos. Believe me, when you come home and see them all sprawled out adorably on the couch, you will have no choice but to curl up right next to them
So I wrote this in someone's ask box so I don't remember how I wrote it exactly but hopefully, this is good enough. (Edit the person posted it so now I have exactly what I wrote before yay!) Can we just imagine for a second, how sweet and caring of a father Armin is. When your pregnant he INSISTS that you we're those little headphones on your belly so that the baby can listen to Mozart and ocean sounds to "calm them down" although your sure it's really just for his own reassurance. Sometimes he even speaks through the little microphone so the baby can get used to his voice too. Armin knows a lot of things and if he didn't he made sure to research and learn the day you told him you were pregnant. Speaking of that day at first he was scared he couldn't have a baby, after all, it was his dream to travel the world. You assured him you and the baby would support him and follow him anywhere, even on the African safari he had planned for you two next month. When the child is born Armin was freaking out because you wanted nothing more than to give birth naturally (I am self-protecting) ever since you met Armin he had connected you to the earth and nature in a way you never felt before. So of course you let your body do what it was designed for and broke Armin's hand as you endured all the powerful sensations of labor. After 16 long hours, he never lets them go. If you breastfeed he takes every chance to feed them your pumped milk, if you use formula he's there preparing every bottle. Y'all cosleep I will not be taking any objections. At first, he was super worried because so many posts online told about how dangerous it was
"Honey, I don't think it's safe.”
"Nonsense, our ancestors have done it for thousands of years, if it makes you feel better we can take all the blankets off and separate their side." You kissed him tenderly for reassurance and everything worked out, both of you sleeping with your child in bliss. Armin starts taking them to the beach at a few months old and you can't help but feel your eyes glisten with tears when you see how much his eye are sparkling as he slowly plops your baby's chunky feet in the water only to rapidly lift them up and watch the waves a delighted squeal leaving both of their mouths. Unsurprisingly the baby's first word is ocean, all those darn books he reads them at night. Their second word was da da which you took GREAT offense to. As you walked back to your beach towel hand in hand with Armin you smiled as your tuckered out child slept in his arms. Armin smiled at you, and pulled you close to his chest, as you both watched your baby the crashing waves and sunset providing a serine moment. You were so scared when you first found out you were pregnant but you wouldn't trade it for the world because Armin was the perfect dad and you now had the perfect little family you dreamed of when they were only a small bean inside of you.
Saw your requests are open so I wanted to ask you if you could write a dad!armin x reader fluff...you can write anything you want, I just love thinking about of Armin as a father! 🤩🥰💕 thank you 😊
Aww, my first Armin ask!! Thanks for sending your request, this was really fun to write.
Summary: Armin is perfect husband material
Word Count: 1.3K
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Armin was flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his arms folded behind his head. The tv droned on in the background, the familiar soundtrack of the Jungle Book, was playing, but no one was watching it. You were in the kitchen fixing lunch with Oliver, and Olivia was occupied with Armin’s knees, pushing them so that they swayed apart and then knocked together. Armin lifted his head and smiled at the small girl, she beamed back at him, stilling her motions to crawl up his chest and lay flat against his chest.
“Daddy, can we go to the beach soon?” She whined, looking up at him with puppy eyes that he couldn’t possibly say no to.
“Of course, once we finish lunch,” Armin promised, ruffling her curls and she giggled joyously. You stood on your tippy-toes, pulling the bread off of one of the top shelves in the pantry.
“Momma! Can I please have some goldfish?” Olivia smashed one of her small chubby hands against the side of Armin’s face and he grunted, turning his head in an attempt to escape her clammy hand. But she held him fast, her tiny nails digging into his jaw as she waited for your reply.
“Sure, go wash your hands. I know you were playing with the frogs in the backyard!” You called over your shoulder and Armin’s expression fell at your words as Olivia launched herself off of him and sprinted into the bathroom to wash up.
“Frogs?” Armin groaned, sitting up and dragging a hand down the side of his face where his daughter’s hand had been moments prior.
“Mhm, it’s that time of year.” You said absentmindedly as you spread some peanut butter over the bread. Oliver was watching you with wide eyes, his hand reached out blindly to grip the neckline of your shirt as you leaned over the counter.
“That’s true.” Armin sighed as he hauled himself to his feet and padding into the kitchen. He looped an arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to your nape. Oliver whined, reaching out and snagging a piece of Armin’s hair. Armin leaned down and kissed the crown of his blonde head, he giggled and released his death grip on Armin’s bangs. You leaned back against Armin’s chest and slapped the two pieces of bread together, then you cut the sandwich in half before handing it to Oliver, who began to tear into it.
“All done!” Olivia yelled as her bare feet slapped loudly against the hardwood floors as she sprinted into the kitchen.
“Did you get under your fingernails?” You asked with a pointed look she nodded enthusiastically and climbed into her seat at the island in the kitchen. You cut her sandwich in half and passed it to her, much like her younger brother, she tore into the sandwich as soon as it was in her grasp.
“Easy killer.” Armin joked as Olivia wiped some jelly off the corner of her mouth.
“Beach?” She asked around the mouthful of the sandwich and you nodded.
“Beach.” You confirmed and Olivia let out an earpiercing squeal. Oliver groaned in annoyance, and you patted his back soothingly as you turned to begin packing for the beach.
“Babe can you make sure the sandwich gets eaten and not smeared on his face?” You asked, pointing at Oliver, who was already sticky with jelly.
“Sure thing.” Armin said, taking your place next to the toddler.
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You were lucky enough to live only about ten minutes away from the coast, something both you and Armin had agreed on when you began house hunting. Upon arriving to the beach, you found it to be busy, something that wasn’t very surprising, seeing that it was a Sunday afternoon. You only made it a few steps onto the beach before Olivia had darted out in front, flip flops falling off of her feet as she sprinted towards the ocean. She was never afraid of the water, you watched fondly as she dove beneath the waves and popped up a few yards away from the surf.
“I’ll go with her.” Armin offered, stripping his shirt off and dropping his sandles in the wagon that carried your beach gear.
“She’s all yours.” You chuckled as he ran after her, kicking up sand as he ran. Oliver tugged on your shirt, and you looked down at him.
“Can we go swimming Momma?” He asked with wide blue eyes and your heart melted.
“Of course baby, let’s set up camp first though.” You said, pressing your index finger to his cute little button nose. You set up the umbrella and laid out the towels in record time, you helped Oliver take off his shirt and then you peeled your cover up off before the two of you jogged towards Armin and Olivia.
Armin had Olivia in his arms, clearly he was getting ready to toss her into the air, a game that they usually played. Sure enought, he launced her into the air, her arms and legs flailing as she came crashing back into the nearest wave. Oliver squealed in excitement, doing a little dance as Armin waved him into the water. You swore that your kids were like fish, Oliver was only four and he was already a very strong swimmer. As you waded in behind him, Oliver was doggy paddling his way over to his dad, who waited with outstretched arms.
Armin caught him and held him up as he wiped the salt water out of his eyes. Olivia swam up to you, clinging to your shoulder as she waited for her turn. You smiled as Armin tossed Oliver gently, he got a lot less air than his sister had. You had to contain your laughter when he resurfaced, eyes wide and blinking rapidly in an attempt to regain his vision.
“Over here bud.” Armin clapped his hands and Oliver squeezed his eyes shut and swam in the direction of his dad’s voice.
“There you go.” You covered your mouth with your hand as you and Olivia laughed at Oliver’s face as Armin scooped him out of the water.
“My turn daddy!” Olivia used your stomach as a springboard, pushing off of you and latching onto Armin. You grunted and smiled fondly as he held both of the kids.
“Ok ok.” Armin chuckled as he winked at you and allowed Olivia to climb onto his thigh as he kneeled down. You waded back up to shore, knowing that Armin was perfectly capable of watching both of them at once. You laid down on the towel you had set out earlier. You could hear the sounds of Armin and the kids splashing around, their delighted squeals. You propped yourself up on your elbows to get a glimpse of them, Armin was wading out of the water with Oliver on his back, clinging on for dear life. Olivia was dangling upsidedown, Armin had a grip on her ankle, she was desprately trying to right herself, making grabs for Armin’s thigh to steady herself.
Armin carried her like that all the way up the beach and dropped her in the hot sand a few feet away from your towel. Armin sank down onto the towel next to you, Oliver slid off of his back and raced over to his sister, kicking her while she was down. Olivia squealed and the two began chasing eachother, kicking up sand as they tore across the beach.
“You went and got them all riled up.” You chuckled, leaning over and cupping Armin’s cheek. He smiled and leaned into your touch. He rolled off of his towel and onto yours, invading your personal space. You shivered as the cold water dripped onto your exposed skin, his wet hair dripping over your face. You laughed and ran your fingers through it, pulling it off of his face. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, you could feel the smile that was gracing his lips.
“They’ll tire themselves out soon enough.” He muttered against your forehead as he eased his weight over you. A small scoff escaped your lips and you tilted your head up in an attempt to find his lips.
“You’ve always been optomistic.” You commented dryly, his lips ghosting over yours, your eyes drooped as he slotted his mouth with your own. You hummed against his lips as he kissed you sweetly. Everyday with Armin felt like a dream come true, he placed one last sloppy kiss to the corner of your mouth before rolling off of you.
“Better go see what they’re up to.” Armin sighed as he stood, dusting off some sand that had stuck to his legs.
“Thank you.” You weren’t sure what you meant by it, if you meant your gratitude to be taken as his willingness to care for the rowdy kids or if it was for something greater. Either way he smiled at you warmly, eyebrows creasing into a softer expression before nodding in your direction. You watched him go, both saddened to see him go but relieved that it wasn’t you dealing with the screeching kids. Armin had always been such a great father, a great husband, you were so lucky to have him.
I-I have a headcanon where Armin helps his daughter with her dream of dancing? Like he learns how to dance along with her so she has someone in her family that does what she loves to do? Maybe?
(A/n: Eieeeeee yess!)
Armin helping his daughter learn to dance
(you’re his partner watching him learn to dance with your daughter)
Anime: Attack on titan
style: headcannons
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
He would be dedicated to helping your daughter learn to dance
As soon as she said “Papa, I wanna be a dancer when I grow up,”
He responded with, “A dancer? That’s a hard job, you have to learn choreography and be flexible and-” “but you’ll teach me right?” she cut him off
from that day on, Armin was a dance teacher.
He would wake up early to read books about dancing, go to the town square to see people dancing, hell he would even ask Eren and Mikasa for advice
And the older your daughter got, the more apparent it was that she loved dancing
she looked so peaceful when she was dancing, doing flips and spins in the air.
Armin had taught her the best way to do aerial moves (since he used to use ODM gear)
HE WOULD DO THOSE FATHER DAUGHTER DANCE RECITALS
and when your daughter told him to stop because she was “too old for it” he got all pouty and cute
he still dances even after your daughter got her dream job, dancing (of course)
