Female. ENFJ. Writer. Artist. ADHD Scatterbrain. Mess. Fandoms? Too many to list lol Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Sekiro, Kingdom, Elden Ring, Baldur's Gate, Ghost of Tsushima, Black Myth: Wukong, Cyberpunk 2077, HZD & HFW, Wo Long, AC, LAO: SVU,FF, AOT, ONS, BE, GOT, All things Tolkien, Dune, Hakuoki & More
FINALLY I posted something lmfao I have literally had some of these drawings and paintings for months. Pardon the site picture quality of some of them lol my phone camera is garbage.
This is my wood elf Fighter, Yurei. Though Yurei isn't her original name. I know there is already a story origin for each race etc butttttttt I used some elements but mostly made up my own story. I'll post her story at somme point lmfao but ill give a little tid bit now and a bit of background on her name. Her original name was Yuna, before the incident that resulted in the death of her clan, and for part of her body to be burned and a cursed rune to be put on her eye by the culprit (hence the marking over her eye and part of her face). The name Yurei was given to her by the man who would eventually take her under his wing and train her into being a calculated and deadly warrior, stripping her of her name, and replacing it with a sort of title. One of the meanings for the name Yurei in Japanese means Ghost or Spirit. In stripping her of her name, she is to remain unseen and only be noticed when it is too late for her enemies to react, and soon after, dissappearing just as quickly and quietly as that of a ghost. She would observe her targets, blending into the shadows. On the other side of the coin, she was not to keep attachments (as youll later find out, this doesnt work very well eventually lmfao), and if she were to die, it would be of no consequence, and she would dissappear from memory without a name to be uttered in remembrance. I also have a second oc (though my other oc does not have a tadpole) whose story is intertwined with Yurei's, but I'll leave that story for another time.
Anywhoooo. I hope you like Yurei so far! :) Some of these are traditional acrylic paintings and then the others are pencil drawings. I have a bunch more that I'm going to post including a crap ton of Astarion art so keep an eye out lmfao 😂 I am a simp for Mr Dramatic Sass Vamp
The heavy wooden gates of the Scout Regiment headquarters groan open with a deep, echoing creak, the sound cutting through the anxious silence that has settled over the courtyard like a shroud.
For hours, that silence has lingered, heavy with anticipation and dread.
Every scout expedition beyond the Walls carries the same uncertainty.
Every return is accompanied by the same terrible questions.
Who came back?
And who didn't?
You stand on one of the stone balconies of the Scout Regiment HQ overlooking the courtyard below, one hand resting against the cool railing while the other instinctively settles over the pronounced curve of your stomach.
The child growing inside you shifts slightly, as if sensing your nervousness.
Your heart pounds so hard it almost hurts as the gates open wider.
A moment passes before the first horses appear through the entrance.
The exhausted animals hang their heads low, their flanks streaked with sweat and rain as their mud-splattered hooves strike the cobblestones.
Behind them come the soldiers.
The remaining soldiers.
Far fewer than there should be.
The sight causes a familiar ache to twist in your chest.
The scouts ride through the gates draped in tattered green cloaks stained with dirt, rainwater, and blood.
Some stare blankly ahead, too exhausted to acknowledge their surroundings.
Others sit stiffly in their saddles, carrying fresh injuries beneath hastily wrapped bandages.
The courtyard remains eerily quiet as stable hands and waiting personnel rush forward to assist.
No cheers greet them.
No celebrations.
Only relief for those who survived and grief for those who didn't.
Your eyes immediately begin searching the crowd.
You barely register anyone else.
Not Erwin.
Not Hange.
Not the dozens of soldiers filtering through the gates.
Only him.
Your breathing catches when you see him.
There.
At the front.
Levi.
The sight of him nearly makes your knees buckle.
He sits atop his horse with the same rigid posture he always carries after an expedition.
His expression is carved from stone, unreadable to anyone who doesn't know him.
But you know him.
You see the exhaustion hidden beneath the mask.
You see the slight slump in his shoulders.
The dark shadows beneath his eyes.
The dried blood splattered across his cloak.
The tightness in his jaw.
He looks tired.
So unbelievably tired.
But he's alive.
Whole.
Breathing.
Home.
A shaky breath escapes you before you can stop it.
As if sensing it, Levi lifts his head and his gaze immediately finds you.
It always does.
Across the crowded courtyard.
Across the distance between the two of you.
Across every wall he builds around himself.
His eyes lock onto yours and something changes.
It's subtle.
Almost imperceptible.
Yet you see it instantly.
The cold tension in his shoulders eases.
The harshness around his eyes softens.
For the first time since entering the courtyard, he looks like he can finally breathe.
You're here.
You're safe.
The baby is safe.
That's all he needs to know.
Levi dismounts before one of the stable hands can even reach him.
He shoves the reins into a nearby cadet's hands without looking away from you.
Then he immediately heads for the headquarters entrance.
Not toward Erwin.
Not toward the medical wing.
Not toward the debriefing room.
Toward you.
Always toward you.
A smile tugs at your lips despite the tears gathering in your eyes.
You don't wait for him on the balcony.
You quickly make your way back through the corridors toward your shared private quarters.
The familiar warmth of the room greets you as you step inside.
The fire you had set earlier crackles softly in the hearth.
The kettle of tea you had made and set near the fireplace earlier is still warm.
Everything is exactly as it was before he left.
You place a hand against your stomach and take a steadying breath.
Then you hear it.
Footsteps.
Fast.
Purposeful.
Coming closer.
You turn just as the door swings open.
Levi steps inside.
The scent of rain, wet earth, pine, horses, steel, and smoke follows him into the room.
For a moment, neither of you move.
Neither of you speak.
He simply stands there.
Looking at you.
His grey eyes travel slowly over your face.
Your shoulders.
Your stomach.
The gentle swell of the child growing beneath your dress.
His child.
His family.
The sight visibly undoes something inside him.
The hard edges of the captain disappear.
The soldier who spends his life fighting monsters beyond the Walls vanishes.
Leaving only Levi.
Your husband.
His gaze lingers on your stomach before rising back to your eyes.
Emotion flickers across his features so quickly most people would miss it.
You never do.
"Levi… You're back." you whisper, your voice cracking slightly.
"I'm back." he nods.
His voice is rough.
Tired.
Almost hoarse.
The distance between you suddenly feels unbearable.
Levi crosses the room in three long strides.
His arms wrap around you immediately.
Strong.
Desperate.
Possessive.
Like he needs to physically confirm you're real.
A soft gasp leaves you as he pulls you against his chest.
One hand slides up to cradle the back of your head.
The other settles firmly against your lower back.
Holding you close.
Protecting you.
Anchoring himself.
His entire body relaxes against yours as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.
For the first time since he left, he finally lets himself rest.
You sigh gently as you wrap your arms around him just as tightly.
For several long moments, neither of you speak.
Words aren't enough.
Not after every expedition.
Not after every goodbye.
Not after the fear that follows him beyond the Walls.
You simply hold each other.
Breathing.
Existing.
Together.
After a few moments, you feel his grip tighten.
Just slightly.
As though some small part of him is afraid that if he lets go, you'll disappear.
"Missed you," he mutters quietly against your neck.
The confession is so soft you almost miss it.
Your heart melts.
"I missed you too." you whisper back, your hand moving up to the back of his head, your fingers running through his hair. "More than you know."
Another moment passes of the two of you holding each other before Levi pulls back just enough to look at you.
His hand rises to your face.
His thumb brushes gently beneath your eye.
Only then do you realize tears have escaped.
His expression softens further.
Then he leans down.
The kiss is immediate.
Deep.
Slow.
Filled with everything neither of you can put into words.
Weeks of worry.
Sleepless nights.
Fear.
Relief.
Love.
His lips are cool from the rain.
His hand tangles gently in your hair.
Holding you close.
The kiss lingers far longer than either of you intends.
Because neither of you wants it to end.
Because every reunion feels precious.
Fragile.
Earned.
When Levi finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours and his eyes remain closed for a moment.
Then he glances down and a faint scowl appears on his face.
"Look at this."
You blink. "What?"
"Mud." he replies immediately, his eyes narrowing at the streaks covering your dress from his uniform.
"I'm getting dirt all over you." he continues, his expression somehow growing even more annoyed.
A laugh escapes you.
A genuine laugh.
The first one all day.
"Levi."
"I just got back and already made a mess." he grumbles.
You smile and reach for the clasp of his cloak.
"I don't care about the dirt." You say as you carefully remove the heavy green cloak from his shoulders.
It lands on the floor around his feet with a wet thud.
"But I do care about you." you smile.
Levi watches quietly as you begin unfastening the leather harness crossing his chest.
Normally he'd protest.
Normally he'd insist on doing it himself.
Today he simply lets you.
The straps fall away one by one.
You can practically see the tension leaving his body with every buckle.
When the jacket follows, Levi exhales slowly.
As if he hasn't taken a proper breath in days.
A moment later, you take him by the hand and guide him toward the washbasin waiting nearby the bed.
A bucket of warm water sits beside it.
Prepared hours ago because some part of you always hopes he'll return.
You dip the cloth into the warm water.
Then gently begin wiping away the dried mud along his cheek.
Levi closes his eyes immediately, letting out a soft sigh.
The sound is so rare it nearly breaks your heart.
You carefully clean the dirt from his face.
His neck.
The dried blood staining his skin.
Each touch is gentle.
Patient.
Loving.
His jaw gradually relaxes beneath your hands.
The tension begins melting away.
Piece by piece.
"You do too much," he murmurs eventually as his hands lightly close around your wrists. "I mean it."
You raise an eyebrow. "I'm wiping your face."
"You're pregnant."
"And?"
"You shouldn't be standing this long."
A smile tugs at your lips. "There he is."
Levi opens one eye. "There who is?"
"The overprotective husband." you respond which causes a faint huff to escape him.
You continue cleaning his hands despite his protests.
Removing dirt from every knuckle.
Every callous.
Every scar.
Evidence of the life he leads outside these walls.
Once he's clean, Levi changes into a fresh shirt.
The transformation is immediate.
The captain disappears.
The husband remains.
Your husband.
The man who loves tea.
The man who worries too much.
The man who secretly talks to your stomach when he thinks no one is listening.
Levi then takes you by the hand, gently guiding you toward the bed.
"Sit."
The command is automatic.
You smile and obey.
He waits until you're comfortable before lowering himself onto his knees directly in front of you.
Your breath catches.
His hands immediately settle against your stomach.
Large.
Warm.
Protective.
Almost reverent.
The moment his palms make contact, a sudden kick pushes back.
Levi freezes.
Then another follows.
A rare smile appears on his face.
Small.
Soft.
Beautiful.
The kind only you ever get to see.
"There you are."
Another kick.
His smile grows.
"They kept you company while I was gone?" he asks quietly.
"Every day." you say as you place your hand over his.
"They missed you too."
"Hm."
The baby kicks again.
"They've been active all day y’know?" you smile.
"Active?"
He raises an eyebrow.
"That kick nearly bruised my hand."
“They get that strength from you.” you respond with a laugh.
He hums in reply again, keeping one hand spread across your stomach.
Feeling every movement.
Every flutter.
Every kick.
As though trying to memorize them.
Then slowly, his expression softens.
His eyes lower.
Emotion flickers across his face.
Without a word, he leans forward.
Carefully.
Gently.
Resting his ear against your stomach.
The room grows silent.
Only the crackling fire remains.
You run your fingers through his dark hair.
Slowly.
Tenderly.
Levi closes his eyes.
Listening.
Holding you.
Holding your child.
Holding his entire world.
"Of course they're strong," he whispers eventually, his voice thick with emotion.
"They have to be."
You continue stroking his hair.
"I spent every night out there thinking about them."
His arms tighten slightly around your waist.
"Thinking about you."
Your chest aches. "Levi..."
"I kept wondering how much they grew while I was gone."
His voice grows quieter.
"Wondering if I missed anything."
"You didn't." you reply as a tear slips down your cheek. "You came home."
Levi remains silent for several moments.
Then finally speaks.
"I don't know how to be a father."
The confession is almost painfully honest.
"I know how to fight." he continues, his fingers curling gently against your side.
"I know how to survive."
A pause.
"But this?"
His voice softens.
"I've never had this."
"You don't have to know everything."
His eyes open.
Grey and vulnerable as he looks up at you.
"You already love them."
Another kick answers immediately.
Levi lets out a quiet snort.
"Yeah."
A tiny smile tugs at his lips.
"Brat's already causing trouble."
The baby kicks again.
As if protesting, causing you to let out a small laugh.
Levi places both hands over the movement.
Protective.
Certain.
Devoted.
His gaze softens completely.
"I won't let anything happen to either of you."
The promise is quiet, but unwavering.
The same certainty he carries into battle.
The same certainty that makes soldiers follow him into hell.
Only now it's directed at you.
At your family.
"You don't have to save the world tonight," you whisper.
His eyes lift to yours.
"Right now, we just want you here."
Levi stares at you for a long moment before his shoulders finally relax.
Completely.
For the first time since returning.
He leans forward and presses a gentle kiss against your stomach.
Then another.
Then rests his forehead there.
Listening to the tiny movements beneath his hands.
Feeling every reminder that he made it home.
That you and the baby are safe.
That this moment exists.
A long breath leaves him.
Slow.
Grounding.
Peaceful.
And for the first time in weeks, Levi truly allows himself to rest.
"I'm not going anywhere for a while," he murmurs softly as he wraps his arms around your waist as he remains kneeling before you.
His eyes close.
Content simply to stay there.
To listen.
To hold you both.
To be home.
A faint smile touches his lips. "I'm staying right here with my family."
The next morning you wake slowly, lingering in that comfortable haze between sleep and consciousness.
The mattress shifts slightly beside you, drawing your attention.
The familiar weight that had been pressed against your side during the night is gone.
Blinking sleep from your eyes, you turn your head.
Levi’s already awake.
He sits on the edge of the bed with his back facing you, elbows resting loosely against his knees.
Morning light spills across his shoulders, outlining his figure in gold.
He’s already dressed in a clean white shirt and dark trousers, but his jacket and harness remain folded neatly over a nearby chair, and his boots sit untouched beside the bed.
For a moment, you simply watch him.
This is one of the rare versions of Levi that almost nobody else ever gets to see.
Not Captain Levi.
Not humanity's strongest soldier.
Not the terrifying man who can silence an entire room with a single glance.
Just Levi.
His shoulders are slightly slumped, carrying traces of the exhaustion that weeks beyond the Walls have carved into him.
There are still faint shadows beneath his eyes despite the uninterrupted night of sleep.
You know he probably hasn't slept this deeply in days.
Maybe weeks.
As you shift beneath the blankets, the soft rustle of sheets immediately catches his attention.
His head snaps around.
The movement is instinctive.
Years of survival.
Years of danger.
Yet the sharp alertness in his eyes melts away the instant he sees that you’re awake.
The tension vanishes from his face and his expression softens.
"Did I wake you?"
His voice is low and rough from sleep.
You smile sleepily. "No."
Your voice comes out softer than intended.
You push yourself upright against the pillows, adjusting carefully around the weight of your stomach.
Levi is beside you instantly.
One hand settles at your back to help support you.
The simple gesture makes your heart squeeze.
Even now, after everything he's survived, his first instinct is taking care of you.
Once you're comfortable, your fingers brush lightly against his arm. "How long have you been awake?"
"Not long."
His answer is immediate.
You narrow your eyes. "Levi."
A tiny flicker of amusement appears.
"I've been awake an hour."
You laugh quietly. "I knew it."
"I couldn't sleep anymore."
"You were exhausted."
"I slept."
"You passed out."
A faint huff escapes him. "Same thing."
"It absolutely is not."
Levi rolls his eyes, but that tiny smirk remains.
The sight is enough to make your chest ache.
He looks lighter this morning.
Not completely.
The burdens he carries never disappear entirely.
But he looks lighter.
Less haunted.
Less tense.
As if simply being here has allowed him to put some of that weight down.
Levi carefully shifts back onto the mattress beside you.
The movement is slow and deliberate.
Protective.
Always conscious of your growing belly.
His hand immediately finds its familiar place against the round curve of your stomach.
Warm fingers spread across the fabric of your nightshirt.
Almost instantly, his expression softens further. "The brat is quiet this morning."
His thumb traces a gentle path across your stomach.
"Finally letting you rest."
A smile tugs at your lips. "They're waiting for their father to start talking."
Levi raises an eyebrow. "Oh?"
You place your hand over his. "They hear your voice and suddenly decide it's time for training exercises."
A low sound of amusement escapes him. "Sounds annoying."
Before you can reply, the baby chooses that exact moment to kick.
Both of you freeze.
Then another kick follows and Levi's hand immediately spreads wider across your stomach.
There it is.
That look.
The one he tries so hard to hide.
Pure wonder.
Every single time.
No matter how many kicks he feels.
No matter how many times it happens.
He never stops looking amazed.
The corner of his mouth twitches upward. "Morning."
The greeting is directed entirely at your stomach.
You grin.
The baby kicks again a moment later, causing his expression to immediately turn suspicious. "They're doing that on purpose."
"They like you." you smile.
"Hm."
Another kick.
Levi's eyes narrow. "I take it back."
You laugh.
The sound fills the room.
For a moment neither of you says anything.
You simply sit together in the quiet sunlight.
His hand remains over your stomach.
Yours rests over his.
The peaceful silence stretches comfortably between you.
Eventually you glance toward the window.
"You know you're usually halfway through paperwork by now."
Levi groans.
Actually groans.
You stare.
He notices. "What?"
"You made a sound."
"I always make sounds."
"Not ones that human."
His glare returns.
Much weaker than usual.
"I can still leave."
"You wouldn't."
"No."
A pause.
"Probably not."
Your smile widens.
"Is Commander Erwin giving you a grace period?"
Levi lets out a low cynical huff.
The familiar one.
"Erwin knows better than to bother me the first morning back."
His hand continues resting over your stomach.
"But the paperwork won't file itself."
You make a face.
"Unfortunately."
"The recruits are probably already turning the mess hall into a disaster."
"Also unfortunately."
"Hange is likely blowing something up."
"Definitely unfortunately."
Levi sighs. "Exactly."
The smile slowly fades from your face.
Not because you're unhappy.
But because reality is beginning to creep back in.
The regiment.
The responsibilities.
The endless cycle of preparation.
Even if he isn't leaving the Walls anytime soon, there will still be work.
Still danger.
Still long days.
Your shoulders sink slightly.
The change doesn't escape Levi.
It never does.
His eyes immediately find yours.
"Hey."
His voice softens.
He shifts closer.
One hand slides gently to your hip while the other rises to brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
Then he leans forward until his forehead rests against yours.
The simple touch instantly settles something anxious inside your chest.
"I'm not leaving the Walls again for months." he says to you, his voice is steady.
Certain.
Grounding.
"I'll be on training grounds."
A pause.
"In meetings."
Another pause.
"In offices I don't want to be in."
You smile slightly.
"But I'll be here."
His thumb traces slow circles against your side.
"I'll be here for dinner."
Another circle.
"I'll be here every night."
His eyes remain locked on yours.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Your chest tightens.
Not from fear.
From relief.
You close your eyes briefly.
Simply absorbing his words.
His presence.
The warmth radiating from him.
"I know."
Your voice is barely above a whisper.
"But let me hold onto you for five more minutes."
Levi's expression softens completely.
The look he gives you could melt steel.
"Take ten."
Before you can respond, he shifts closer, his arms wrapping securely around your waist.
Careful.
Protective.
Mindful of the baby between you.
You immediately settle against him, your head finding its familiar place against his collarbone.
The steady rhythm of his heartbeat fills your ears.
Strong.
Reliable.
Home.
Levi rests his cheek against the top of your head.
Minutes pass.
Neither of you speaks.
Neither of you needs to.
Outside, life continues.
Soldiers train.
Officers work.
The regiment moves forward.
But inside this room, time slows.
The war disappears.
The Titans disappear.
The expectations placed upon humanity's strongest soldier disappear.
There is only this.
Morning sunlight.
Quiet breathing.
The child growing safely between you.
And the man holding both of you as though you're the most precious things in the world.
Eventually, the distant clock in the courtyard begins to chime.
The sound echoes faintly through the headquarters.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Reality returns.
Levi exhales a long, reluctant sigh into your hair.
Neither of you moves immediately.
But eventually he presses a kiss against your forehead.
Then another.
Then carefully, he pulls away.
Duty awaits.
Even if neither of you wants it to.
Levi swings his legs over the side of the bed and reaches for his boots.
The familiar leather creaks as he slides them on.
One by one, he fastens every buckle with practiced efficiency.
Then comes the harness.
The jacket.
The pristine white cravat.
The Scout Regiment insignia.
Piece by piece, Captain Levi returns.
Once fully dressed, he turns back toward you.
You expect him to head for the door.
Instead, he walks back to the bed, dropping to one knee beside it.
Your heart immediately melts.
Levi reaches up and gently brushes his knuckles across your cheek.
"Eat something proper today."
His eyes narrow slightly.
"And don't let Hange distract you with whatever ridiculous experiment she’s working on."
A laugh escapes you. "I won't."
"You will."
"I won't."
"She'll start talking."
You smile.
"Probably."
"She'll forget what they were saying halfway through."
"Most likely."
"She'll accidentally set something on fire."
"Very likely."
Levi sighs "Exactly."
You reach down and squeeze his hand. "I'll eat. I promise."
His expression softens.
Satisfied.
"Good."
Levi then gently cups your jaw, tilting your face upward.
Then he leans down.
The kiss he gives you is slow.
Tender.
Unhurried.
Nothing desperate.
Nothing fearful.
Just love.
Steady.
Certain.
A quiet promise wrapped into a single touch.
You can faintly taste black tea on his lips.
The tea he always drinks every morning.
The familiar flavor somehow makes the moment feel even more intimate.
When he finally pulls away, neither of you moves immediately.
His thumb brushes gently across your lower lip.
Memorizing the moment.
Then his hand lowers to your stomach.
A final protective touch.
A final reassuring pat.
The baby kicks almost instantly.
Levi smirks. "Yeah, yeah."
You laugh.
His gaze softens one last time. "I'll be back before dark."
When he says it, it’s not a promise made lightly.
It’s a certainty.
Because this is where he wants to be.
With you.
With the family you're building together.
Levi rises to his feet and takes one final look at you.
Burning the sight into memory.
Sunlight spilling across the blankets.
Your sleepy smile.
The curve of your stomach.
Everything he fought to come home to.
Then, finally, he turns.
Crosses the room.
And quietly steps into the hallway.
The heavy wooden door closes softly behind him.
Leaving the room warm and peaceful once more.
Yet even as his footsteps fade down the corridor, you can still feel the lingering warmth of his embrace.
And for the first time in weeks, neither of you has to wonder if he'll come home tonight.
