It Started With Cadet Training (Reader/Levi/Erwin/Hange/Mike)

Hush

"How did I ever manage any of you. You're too good for me," you chuckle, leaning your head forward to rest your forehead against theirs.

They grin at you, brushing their thumb against your cheek.
"Because you're just as brilliant as we are, Captain," they praise, causing a faint pink to spread across your cheeks from the nickname.

"When are you going to let that nickname go? I'm not your Captain anymore, I haven't been for a long time," you point out, giving her a bemused smile as they laugh at how you're blushing.

"When it stops being so much fun to say. Captain. It rolls off the tongue," they hum, drawing your attention to their mouth as they exaggerate the word.

You gulp, unable to take much more of their teasing. Instead, you lean forwards and crash your lips into theirs. They pull you closer, holding you against themself as tongues sloppily transfer saliva to each other's mouths, forgetting about Mike sleeping on their chest until he mumbles something vaguely intelligible.

"Mm... stop movin'..." he protests, clutching Hange tightly as you two pull apart from each other.

"Stop sleeping on me then," Hange huffs, gazing down at Mike as he curls closer to them.

"No-! You're my new pillow," he states as if it should be common knowledge, sleepily reaching his hand around them like a child cuddling their favourite stuffed animal.

"Someone's still half-asleep I see," you chuckle, ruffling Mike's hair as you gaze down at him with a smile plastered across your lips.

"I just like cuddlin' both of ya," he defends, rubbing his eyes as his mouth splits open in a massive yawn.

"We never said that was a bad thing. You're adorable when you cuddle us," Hange states, bending their body so that they can press a kiss to Mike's forehead.

"I-" Mike attempts to continue with the conversation before three small bodies burst into the room from the door connecting to Erwin's office.

"Dad! Baba! Nibi!" the three of them cry, running up to the bed and scrambling on to cling to the three of you.

They'd started using titles to refer to you last week when one of the scouts asked if you were their parents. Reiner had started it, adamant that you were his 'baba'. No one had corrected them, and even Annie and Levi were onboard, so you let them continue.

You sit there, a bit startled at their entrance as Reiner clings to you tightly.

"Hey, what's going on you three?" Mike whispers, rubbing Annies back as she clings to his chest.

"We had nightmares," Bertolt sniffles into Hange's chest, clutching them tightly.

"Nightmares? That can't do! Don't worry, we'll protect you!" Hange declares, hugging Bertolt gently as you reclaim yourself over your state of shock.

"Nibi's right. Nothing can hurt you as long as we're here," Mike verifies, rubbing Annie's back gently.

"Promise?" Annie sniffles, looking up at him with wide eyes, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks as she shakes in his arms.

"Promise," he confirms, shifting so that he can properly hug her.

"You're safe with us," you echo, gently brushing Reiner's hair with your hands as he clings to your torso, shaking as he sobs from the bubbling fear in his chest.

"You know what always makes me feel better after nightmares? Food. Why don't we go get you three some breakfast?" Hange offers on behalf of all grumbling stomachs within the room.