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

Fight For Freedom

Warm arms wrapped around your waist, a head resting on your shoulder as you watch the kids. Starting a bit, you turn your head slightly, feeling the scruff of Mike's beard against your neck.

"What's their names?" he murmurs, a small smile on his face as he gazes at the kids, watching them with the same relaxed look he gets to mask how intently he's actually watching for something wrong.

"Connie, Marco, and Sasha. Orphans brought in by a Garrison Cadet. You should be sitting down, rest your leg," you urge him, nodding your head at the seat next to you.

"Love, are you pitying me over my leg? After all these years?" he questions, a raised eyebrow as he continues to smile, yet this time his attention on you.

"No. I know you were on patrol and that your prosthetic starts to rub against your skin after long patrols," you explain, tilting your head to kiss his lips as his face morphs to one of shock and understanding.

"I'm surprised you remember. I've been meaning to put some aloe on it, but I was waiting until I could show Erwin since his wounds finally closed," he says, sitting down on the bench next to you, his right arm still around your waist.

"Oh, speaking of which, have you seen him today? I-" you stop mid-sentence as your eyes go wide at the sight of Erwin walking down the mess-hall stairs.

You're not the only one to notice this abnormal behaviour, as Bertolt and Reiner notice immediately, running towards him while calling out "Papa!". As he chuckles, crouching down so that he can hug the two of them with his remaining arm, you blink in shock. Normally he stays in his office, having to finish off paperwork.

"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear," Mike mumbles lazily, kissing the side of your neck while everyone else was distracted.

"Mike!" you giggle, giving his arm a shove, getting up to help Erwin as a few of the other kids get up and swarm Erwin.

"What? Am I wrong?" he chuckles as you walk off towards Erwin. In the corner of your eye, you see Hange and Levi returning with the food for everyone.

"Who's in trouble?" you tease as you approach the kid-swarmed man.

Eren's climbed his way onto Erwin's back, with Armin fretting by Mikasa for him to get down. Historia has joined the hug between Reiner and Bertolt, holding hands with Ymir as she stands behind her. Marco, completely new to all of this, has been dragged over by Armin to help, attempting to get Eren down before he falls. Erwin looks up at you, a grin across his face that creases the corners of his eyes.

"Can't I come down to eat lunch with my family?" he asks, pressing a kiss to the top of Historia's head.

"I suppose, it's just that you're normally in your office," you comment as you pick up Eren from his back. Armin, Mikasa, and Marco move over to you, staring up at Eren with wide eyes.

"It gets lonely up there by myself," Erwin shrugs he stands up, ruffling Bertolt's hair.

"Finally realizing paperwork doesn't count as company?" you tease, leaning forwards and kissing his cheek as Eren makes a face.

"Perhaps. Perhaps I just missed my family's company," he murmurs, returning the kiss to you on your lips.

"Oi! Quit actin' like an old married couple and come eat lunch," Levi orders, walking over to shepherd the kids back to the table where Mike and Hange were already eating with Sasha and Connie.

"Alright, alright, we're coming," you giggle, guiding the kids back to the table and setting Eren back down on the bench so Mikasa and Armin would stop attempting to trip you.