humble request for a levihan sparring ficlet please 🤲🤲
Anon. We share one mind. I do think a lot about Hanji and Levi sparring and him teaching her his tricks! I hope you don’t mind I switched it up a little😛
“What’s all this about?” Nile says. His soldiers have gathered on one side of the courtyard with Erwin’s soldiers on the other side. They’re jeering at each other, ruckus audible from his office.
“Your soldier insulted one of mine. Now they’re going to spar.” Erwin replies calmly. There are rules against commanders pitting their soldiers against other regiments. But no one said anything about watching. There are no rules about that. And so Erwin does. After all, entertainment doesn’t come by easy these days.
Nile scoffs and makes his way over to his soldiers. “Who’s fighting who.” He demands. Praying to whatever gods there is that it’s not Levi. The one time one of his soldiers had gotten into a fight with Levi, the others soon piled on, leading to two squads on bedrest. It had been utterly humiliating.
“Dennis Aiblinger and Hanji Zoë, sir!”
“What?” Nile snaps his head at the soldier, whose face pulls into something resembling confidence. “Hanji Zoë sir... The crazy bitch. Dennis will show her-“
“Get a fucking medic! You idiots! Get the fucking medic!” Nile shouts, and his soldiers are scrambling, murmurs of “yes sir” mingling with the scurry of boots against cobblestone. Why the fuck was Nile being so uptight?
From across the courtyard, Nile sees Erwin smirking at him and he feels his own face crumple in a scowl.
“Only two of my soldiers carry knives...” Erwin had said to him once in a show of bravado, “Levi is one... I’m sure your soldiers are very acquainted with him...”
“The other is Hanji Zoë...”
Fuck! Nile grits his teeth now, watching disaster unfold before him.
“They’re sparring buddies...”
Nile looks over to Hanji, who is now rolling up her sleeves, big grin on her face. She cracks her knuckles, shaking loose every joint in her body. “Fuck!” Nile exclaims, and despite his voice getting drowned out by cheering, Erwin knows the military police have already lost.
Hanji takes her knife off its sheath on her thigh and places it on the ground, kicking it to Levi. He scoffs. Typical of Hanji to want to play fair.
“Come on Dennis... Let’s dance...” Hanji says, and Dennis is already charging fist first. Hanji dodges, landing a punch on his jaw that almost takes him out. Almost, only because Hanji hasn’t had her fill. This can go on for a little longer, just a little.
“Defend you fool!” Nile shouts, but it’s too late. Hanji lands another blow. She shakes her fist loose, “on your feet Princess!” She taunts, but Dennis is an incoherent mess, face flat against the ground.
From the sidelines, Levi snaps a- “oi four eyes... Don’t get too cocky!” And Hanji all but winks at him.
Dennis stumbles to his feet, shock still reverberating through his system. He still doesn’t know what hit him, the poor fool, and already, without a game plan, he’s charging again, blindly this time and on unsteady feet. Hanji uses his momentum against him and throws him on the ground. She attempts a joint lock, but Dennis doesn’t seem to be screaming quite as much as he should.
“Levi...” Hanji looks to him perplexed, all while shifting Dennis’ arm.
“His wrist...” Levi replies.
“Oh right!” Hanji beams and exerts pressure on Dennis’ wrist until he’s screaming and begging whatever gods (her included) to spare him before passing out from the pain. There’s the sweet spot.
Hanji gets up and dusts her hands.
The medic rushes forward to examine the defeated man. He’s going to be unrecognisable with the way his face is starting to swell, and it’s unclear at this point but his jaw might be broken.
“Now, anyone else wants to see what this crazy bitch can do?” Hanji’s voice slices through the crowd, silencing every motherfucker who so dares underestimate her.
There’s a murmur that builds from the soldiers from the Military Police, and they’re collectively backing away.
“Thought so...” Hanji smirks, and her comrades are rushing towards her, cheering and clapping her back.
“Nice...” Levi says. He’ll let her name her reward later. For now, he slides her knife back in the sheath.
“Learnt from the best...” she pulls him into her side.
Hanji manages to flip their positions so she’s on top of him now, pinning him to the ground. She pries the knife from his hand.
“You tricked me?” Levi says, incredulous. A minute ago Hanji had been sobbing beneath him, and now she’s grinning like a maniac.
“Yeah yeah... Teach you to fight dirty... I know what I said...” Levi sighs. He just didn’t expect Hanji to find his weakness and exploit it this quick. Then again, she has always known which buttons to push.
“So I win?” She presses her forehead against his, and he nods. Just as she’s about to celebrate, Levi is kissing her, and she loses her grip on his wrists, choosing instead to tangle her fingers in his hair to deepen the kiss. The air gets knocked out of her lungs when she lands unceremoniously on her back with an “oof”. A shift of his hips and he’s atop her again, pinning her wrists above her head. Hanji narrows her eyes at him and pouts, abhorring the way he’s smirking down at her.
“Never stop until your opponent is unconscious...” And for good measure, Levi continues-
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