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[eyeofhurakana]

Holy crap... Nearly all the fluff fics hit 100 notes. Wow…

Thanks so much, everyone! Honestly, I’m pretty stunned. I just got back from vacation and this was a very pleasant thing to come back home to. Plus all the comments and reblogs were fantastic to read. XD Ya’ll are a great bunch and I’m happy to be here. 

Soooo it’s that time again~! Response time!  

From Last Week's Responses

@avast-me-alien XD You are so funny. Oh my gosh. And thank you for your words! I’m super happy to hear that my writing helps sate that Sampo Koski Itch. I am delighted to make even more as this game carries on. 

About Tag Lists

@avast-me-alien Absolutely! I will ensure that you are well-fed, fellow Sampo admirer.

@https-jjessica Ahhhhhh... I want to tag you but Tumblr won't let me. What in the world...? And thank you so much for the compliment! *swells with happiness* Now if I can just figure out how to tag you... Do you have another tag that I can use to notify you? (I get the feeling that Tumblr will magically work after this posts, but just in case... if it doesn't tag you, then let me know. I'll do my best to fix it on my end.)

From Chapter 2 of “Bouncing Brings Us All Together”

@mleegi Thank you!! Plus, bless your kind soul for your patience. I am still rehashing the final chapter. I’m so darn picky. I’m sure it’ll come to me soon enough. It’s gotta have the Koski flare before I give it the green light to post. =D

@rebeccawinters I’m so happy to hear that! Ahhhh! I hope the final chapter meets expectations. Thanks so much! 

From Chapter 1 of “Unlike Fiction”

@baby-lisuga I will! I'll make a post for everyone being tagged when I get the chance!

@rebeccawinters Daaaang. The keyboard spazz response is always a great compliment. XD I’m glad you are enjoying him. 

@haliyamori YEAH. I KNOW. I’m the one writing this and even I’M MAD. Tsk tsk, Gepard. TSK TSK.  

From Chapter 2 of “Unlike Fiction”

@lunasun Oh my god. I know, right? I gotta make a mini blurb where the reader just squeezes his exposed hip, catching him by surprise. Oh, and about getting kidnapped… Honestly, any time spent with Sampo is time well spent. Worth it.

As for why the reader isn’t with him anymore… Well, that’ll get explained soon enough. But I’ll be nice and drop a hint. “What does Gepard have that Sampo does not?” If you can answer that, that’s pretty much the reason. 

@hansel-the-pierrot Yessss. I always love hearing these comments. He’s so perfect. This is why I can’t stop writing him. XD UGH. He’s just so much fun. The fact that he’s so easygoing is great.  

@eugeeneshwed No problem! I gladly contribute to the Koski cause and feed my fellow Sampo admirers. Heavens know that ya’ll need it. 

@https-jjessica For real. I was just doing single pulls on the regular warp and was stunned when he came home again. Now he’s eternally in my party. That DoT is no joke. 

@rebeccawinters *spazzes* Ahhhhh! Three comments!!! This is like getting a 5 star in one pull with no pity! Oh my gosh! Thank you!! I’m so glad you like him as well as the fic! It’s such an honor to make people obsessed. XD It truly is. As for having a tag list, I'm working on it and I'll definitely have you added on. I'll make a separate post for it too so everyone can see where they stand on the list. And oh my god, you are such an amazing fan. Being blog-stalked for updates is like... the ultimate compliment. <3 I can't stop feeling so giddy now. Thank you very much for this.

@helloyuki Awww. Of course. I’m glad you liked it. =D

@worriedvision Awwwwww!! Thank you for the endorsement! Whoo! Definitely got a smile out of me.

XD AHHH! I thought the same thing! But that’s what makes him wonderful, eh? Always keepin’ us on our toes. 

Me too. Ugh. This man won’t leave my head. Though I bemoan this with an endearing tone, of course.

Anywho, thanks so much to everyone that commented, reblogged, or even just remembered to poke that little heart button. Seriously, you're all wonderful and I hope that we can all run around HSR's universe with E6 Sampo Koskis.

[eyeofhurakana]

Title: “Unlike Fiction” Chapter: 2/? Pairing: Sampo x Reader, Gepard x Reader Reader: Gender Neutral / Illegal Underworlder living in Overworld Relationship Level: Sampo - Ex-Beau / Gepard - Current Beau   Trust: Sampo - Low / Gepard - Moderate Summary: After finding out that Gepard never informed his parents about you, the craziest thing occurs. Your ex has arrived to whisk you away… 

[Chapter 1] 

Despite how things ended between you, Sampo Koski still manages to remain ever so striking in his appearance. His cobalt hair sways attractively in the light wind while his piercing emerald gaze fixates on you. Even that cunning mouth of his is sporting its usual breezy smile. 

You expect him to gloat or be smug. Maybe even cast a childish ‘I told you so’ in the form of a sneer. 

So here you are, braced for the worst and yet… 

None of these things happen.

A chuckle escapes him for seemingly no reason at all as he watches you. It’s light and pleasant. Maybe even a hint of gratitude…

He’s… just happy to see you. 

“You absolute madman,” you finally say with an unexpected laugh as you wipe your tear-stained face with your sleeves.

“Actually, I prefer to advertise myself as rather calculating, decisive, and immensely good at problem-solving. Always gotta stay one step ahead of the competition,” Sampo says with a soft playfulness as he lists off each quality off his fingers, “Oh, and let’s not forget my impeccable conversation skills.”

He steps closer with a gentle smile, becoming more illuminated by the soft orange glow of the heater. He stops short of you to place his hand over his chest before giving a light bow in greeting.   

“Though I’m sure you’re well aware of all of those things. I mean, it hasn’t been that long, has it?”  he asks with mock fretfulness in his tone, “Surely, you haven’t forgotten all about me already?” 

“Hardly,” you reply.  

A small smile finds its way back onto your face, and Sampo looks even more pleased to have helped you retrieve it. Luckily, he has the sense not to badger you about what happened. A sense of relief finally washes over you.

You’re not even sure if you could confide in him such a thing. Or anyone for that matter. It's just too mortifying.

Regardless, now isn’t exactly a good time. 

The entirety of Belobog’s mobile security force is en route to the Landau mansion now. You can see Silvermane Guards charging up the streets from all directions to reach the estate. There was no doubt that this was taken to be a city-wide emergency despite it being but a single wealthy family’s home. Yet in doing so, they were leaving their original posts completely unguarded. 

All hands on deck would be required in ensuring the total safety of the Landau family. 

It leaves an oddly bitter taste in your mouth. This has to be another desperate Wildfire mission. Your face pinches as you wonder about the impending casualties. 

The building trembles with more shockwaves created by yet another bomb. It’s coming from the southwest this time. 

“Don’t worry. The bombs are only for theatrics,” Sampo informs you reassuringly, “It’s just a diversion to get a few warehouses on the northeast side freed up for uh… ‘borrowing’ a few items.”   

He cracks an amused grin down at your perplexed face. 

“You were making that face again~,” he singsongs with a breathy laugh, answering the other unspoken question in your head. 

He knows you too well. One look and he reads you like the front cover of a tabloid magazine. Now if only that went both ways… 

A wintry wind bypasses every bit of taffeta in your overpriced outfit. Despite standing right beside the heater, the thin material gives little to no insulation. A shiver slides through you, causing you to hug yourself to rub the chill away.  

Instinctively, you see Sampo start to raise his hand only to quickly force it back down. Then he looks like there’s more he wants to say to you, but he restrains himself at the last second with an awkward chuckle. 

“Ready to go?” he inquires instead, awaiting your command. 

You wonder what it is he originally wanted to say, but you know that he’ll never tell. Not even if you were to offer him a substantial amount of shields. 

Unwilling to start another tiff over such an old feud, you give him a decisive nod. Without wasting any time, Sampo tugs on a device he had latched behind his back. Your mouth falls agape in shock the moment you recognize it in the heater’s light. 

“Ah ha! So you did swipe my line launcher! You little-! You said you couldn't find it!”   

“Okay, first off, I did look for it and I didn't find it... at that point in time. Secondly, need I remind you that I am a perfectly honest businessman?” he huffs melodramatically just before waving your device with a teasing smirk, “I would never steal. That being said…”

“That being said?” you parrot back, awaiting what possible answer he could have to prove that he didn’t pilfer your things post-breakup. 

“That being said,” he repeated, obviously trying to wring out a witty answer in the small amount of time he bought himself, “Clearly… I simply appropriated it. See? No wrongdoing at all. Albeit, it'll be for an extended and undefined period of time, but hey, that's how things go, am I right?”

Sampo turns to point the rope gun toward a neighboring building before casting a wink in your direction. Then, his back becomes taut as his expression becomes more focused. He looks like an entirely different person, but it only lasts a few seconds before he shoots the line.

It lands perfectly against a building adjacent to your location and with enough height to fully egress the Landau estate. 

He turns to you, waggling his brow in a ‘You see that?’ fashion. He’s obviously seeking praise for getting it on the first try. That or remind you of what you’re missing. 

“Yes, yes. Nice shot,” you say with a small laugh.

Sampo puffs his chest proudly while clicking a small lever on the device that cuts the rope. 

“I thought you might like that.” 

“Even if I do, that doesn’t mean you get to call dibs though,” you insist while folding your arms in front of you.   

“Aww, but why not? Finders keepers, right?” he replies with a sly grin, “Besiiiides, I’m obviously the better marksman with this thing. I think that you and I can both agree that this little trinket belongs with me.”    

“Excuse me?” 

He bursts into laughter and you can see that he duped you just for that very reaction. But it’s also very apparent that he has no intention of giving the line gun back either. 

Sampo kneels to the ground to tie the rope end securely to the railing. You watch in silence for a moment before another question creeps into your head. 

“Well then… I take it that you’re hoping to get a good price on it?” you inquire a bit sadly.

His hands slow in tying the rope. 

That’s not a question you should ask. You both know that. The question you posed isn’t just about the line gun.

You tense as Sampo doesn’t say anything. Instead, he refocuses on the strength of the knots and ensures that the line is as taut as possible. You wince a little, certain you had breached an area of conversation that you should not have. 

It shouldn’t matter what he does with that gadget. But you can’t help but feel like if he's just willing to sell it off to the highest bidder that maybe this was a small glimpse into how he viewed your past relationship with him. Something to keep around and entertain him until it outlived its usefulness… 

A sigh escapes him as he suddenly stands up. 

“You know… I realize that it’s me and all,” he says slowly while turning to close in on you.

You instinctively back up until you feel the railing hit your lower back. Sampo brazenly leans in, reaching around you to grab the rail that’s behind you. He has you successfully boxed in between his arms with nowhere to go. You can't get over how close he is as you suddenly start to feel very warm. However, his expression seems a little tired.  

“And I get that you have this perception of me that I think every little thing is a commodity. Because yes, it can be,” he adds in a low tone of voice while drumming his gloved fingers against the metal bar with his half-lidded eyes locked on yours, “But I think you and I both know… that *some things* just aren’t for sale.” 

You struggle to keep your head. He made sure to say that last part with a hint of sensuality. You're sure of it. That or alcohol is the devil for making you think so.

"I feel like you're just saying that to be nice.” 

"Mm, I don't think you're very interested in me being nice right now... I think... that you actually..."

Sampo then chuckles, catching himself as he bites his lower lip. He wants nothing more than to lean in just a little further to see just how far you'll go. But unfortunately for him, you are still very drunk. He reluctantly pushes on the railing to extricate himself from an entanglement that he’s sure he wouldn’t be able to say no to if you gave up so much as an inch. 

He opens his mouth to say something else but stills when Gepard’s voice can be heard getting closer. 

“Ooh hoo hoo. It seems the newly appointed Guard Captain is looking for you. If I’m not mistaken, that’s your name he’s shouting,” Sampo says, trying to keep things light despite the seed of jealousy burning in his chest, “That is your name, right?”  

“...” 

He sighs as his jokes fall flat. Part of him wishes he didn't come onto you so hard as he's sure that didn't help. Even so, he's not about to abandon you.

“Hey, hey! Turn that frown upside down and for a limited-time sale of 5 shields, I’ll take you home without saying another word,” he pitches with that famously irresistible smile, "Look, I know you're feeling a bit cautious, but I think you can tell that I mean it this time. Well?"  

“...2 shields.” 

“4 shields.” 

“No shields.”

“What? No. You can't just-”

“No shields and one hug. Final offer.” 

“A hug? Hang on. Are we talking about a sideways friend hug or a real hug?”

“Full frontal hug. These two arms wrapped tightly around you. Five seconds, tops.” 

“Heh heh. Are you sure that I’m not the one getting the better bargain here?” Sampo replies while enjoying the small victory in plucking you from the darkness once again.

Gepard's shouting of your name is getting louder which means he’s nearby. The rustling of chainmail and clanking of heavy armor grows ever closer. They must be looking to secure the manor and you're probably the only one left that's unaccounted for.  

“Aww. Well, looks like our time is up! Let's skedaddle! But first-” Sampo then pulls you tightly against him, lifting you slightly with one arm as he uses the other to brace against the railing, “I’d like to collect the payment promised to me. Can't have you skipping out on your bill, after all.” 

He grins smugly. Getting one more chance to have you in his arms is the icing on top of this whole fiasco. While keeping a firm grip on your waist, he discretely reaches back to hook the slider onto the rope. 

And then… 

Like the loon that he is, Sampo freefalls backward with a boisterous laugh, gleefully taking you with him.  

AN: I love this dum-dum way too much. I hope this chapter was satisfactory. I'm gonna add more Geppie next chapter. Making Sampo silently burn with jealousy while he grins as if nothing is wrong might slowly become my new hobby.

Anywho, if you made it this far, thank you for reading. May you be visited by Sampo in your future pulls. <3

[eyeofhurakana]

Sampo Koski has me foaming at the mouth. Please I will literally bark for this man.🫶😩

I need a really stupid love confession from this idiot. Like he tries (and fails) to set up the most romantic moment which is just spoiled by the Silvermane Guards and Sampo ends up confession while you’re trying to run like the idiot he is.

↳ pairing : sampo koski x gender neutral reader

↳ synopsis : request

↳ authors note : this seems like smth that would happen in canon im ngl to you LMAO

For months, SAMPO would be saving his money and shield to make a perfect date for you somewhere in the snowy terrain outside the boring Underworld scenery. Where there was a perfect view of the city, a picnic blanket to save you from the cold floor, flowers and a basket of all your favorite things. Yes, it did hurt him financially, but his heart was this close to bursting from excitement to finally be able to tell you.

He had the speech ready, the most important parts scribbled onto his hand incase he forgot. And so the last part was to just wait for you there, a jacket in his hands incase you'd get cold as he knew you weren't as used to the cold as he was.

Once he hears footsteps, his face lights up until the realization that there were multiple, he seemed to have guests that weren't invited arrive in your place. At first his intentions were to get rid of them swiftly before you would come, but when he sees you awkwardly laughing in their restraints, the plan was now turned to a rescue mission.

"Hi!" You say sheepishly, as one Silvermane Guard held your hands behind your back. "S-sorry I'm late? It's a lovely set up, really. I just so happened to be followed-"

"Sampo Koski, you're under arrest!"

He smiles innocently and raises his arms up in the air, a signal you were all too familiar with. He sees you hold your breath and that's his sign to drop his smoke bombs, a mist surrounds you two and as the hold on your wrist loosen, a hand grabs you by the waist and pulls you out of the smoke.

You're about to thank him, but he effortlessly lifts you up into his arms in a bridal style and runs, absolutely ignoring the protesting yells of guards behind you both. At first, you're in a daze of confusion before laughing as he ran. "Not exactly how you wanted this thing to go, is it?" You say, casually leaning on his chest as he would be tiring himself from the chase.

"Not exactly how I wanted to confess, but I guess this works!" He says within his messy mind and pants for air, your once closed eyes widen and you look up at him slightly. "WHAT???"

It's Sampo's turn to laugh, though a little breathless due to the running. He looks down at you with the most genuine look anyone has ever seen from him. "Did you think I wouldn't like you?" He'll smile, but trip over his feet with how much of his attention shifts to you.

You two land in the snow, one left speechless and the other breathless. Both with nothing to say, or too much that it makes it hard to form into sentences.

The guards take you both away, but Sampo gives you a knowing look. Maybe he'll get another chance to do it properly, it was never hard breaking out of jail anyway.

[eyeofhurakana]

Wow... You guys really love Sampo. And I am so elated to see it. Aeon of Nihility be praised~

Jokes aside, thank you so much for reading as well as your supportive words. They really mean a lot to help keep me going.

Anywho, I'd like to take some time to reply to all of you guys that generously commented and/or left fun reblog tags.

From Chapter 1 of “Bouncing Brings Us All Together” 

@enigma-the-anomaly Heh. I’m glad you like it! Maybe I’ll write another one where the reader is more brazen. I’m sure we’d all love to see Sampo get flustered and sputter like a buffoon. 

@destinationgalar Thanks! Great minds think alike. =D Sampo’s lap must be cherished.

From Chapter 2 of “Bouncing Brings Us All Together” 

@yourfavouritecitizen Thank you! And oh man, it always feels good to hear when my writing evokes physical reactions in people. XD I’m glad you found it funny.  

@sssquiddles Me toooooo! But chapter 3 has to cook for a bit longer… I’m lovin’ the feral energy this story is managing to give you, btw. XD Good stuff. It gives me fuel. 

@franbowidk As you should! Sampo is a wonderful mess of a man with secrets that I’m sure will blow us away in future updates. Heck, I’m still blown away by the scene at the end of Belobog. 

@simpvalley Thanks so much! Ahhhh! I love hearing this sort of compliment! It lets me know that people see him in character.

@avast-me-alien Oh my god... That is remarkably specific and I’m here for it. Also, the Rebecca pfp sells these tags so well. 

From Chapter 1 of “Unlike Fiction” 

@solieldraws Aw~! Desperate huh? Guess I better get started on that. I’m curious to see how it plays out too. Gepard runs around in search of his lover. Serval runs with him to find her friend. Meanwhile, Sampo is gleefully exploiting the chance at getting you back. Heh heh. *sips tea*  

@tokaio Thank you! I’ll definitely work on it! It’ll just need more time since there are more moving parts to this than my usual stuff. *claps hands together excitedly* Gotta make it juuuuust right.  

@lunasun Awww… I’m really stoked to hear that! I imagine him to be very emotionally intelligent due to his business savviness. He just likes playing the oaf most of the time with those he doesn’t hold in close regard. 

@zombieee-queen So do I… My brain hasn’t completely decided what route to take with it but I’m sure it’ll come to me. That love triangle is way too delicious for me to ignore.

[eyeofhurakana]

Title: “Unlike Fiction” Chapter: 1/1? Pairing: Sampo x Reader, Gepard x Reader Reader: Gender Neutral / Illegal Underworlder living in Overworld Relationship Level: Sampo - Ex-Beau / Gepard - Current Beau   Trust: Sampo - Low / Gepard - Moderate Summary: You decide to show up for Gepard’s celebration for becoming Captain of the Silvermane guard at Serval’s request. However, things don’t go as expected… Warning!: Cursing, Thoughts of Self-Harm (No harm though!)

Glimmering glass chandeliers, bubbling champagne, and a cast of incredibly wealthy persons that all seem to know one another only skin deep… 

This scenery is straight out of any romance novel conveying star-crossed lovers of opposing social classes. Though you had to admit, the authors really nailed it. You always thought that at least some of it had to be a little embellished. Yet just as they say, even the ceiling of this immense manor is painted with glorious recounts of Belobog’s long history with awe-inspiring detail. 

Your fingers squeeze around the stem of your champagne glass.  

The nobles that have gathered are all dressed to the nines. Some even go so far as to wear flowers that are worth at least six years of your own pay. You gulp when you catch sight of a few of the noble ladies standing off to the side in a huddled corner with handheld fans up, covering the lower part of their faces. Quickly, you avert your gaze.  

You already know they’re talking about you. Not that it matters. Gossip is a game for the small-minded and weak-willed. 

Though you can’t help a certain thought that keeps besieging your mind. 

Should you really be here?

“There you are!” Serval calls excitedly with no bother to maintain the rules of decorum as she hurries over to you.

Thank Qlipoth… 

Her outfit fits the atmosphere but you feel a sense of pride to see that she never took out her punk rock highlights. It gives you a sense of solidarity as there were a few things in your own look that you refused to change just for a single event. 

She definitely gets a few irksome looks, for the mere sin of existing. But like the magnificent storm queen that she is, she doesn’t even care. Immediately, you feel like you’ve found refuge the second she hooks her arm around yours. 

“Ugh, thank goodness that you’re here. I was about to lose my head just a moment ago,” she huffs lightly before leaning into you with a relieved smile, “Seriously. I’m really glad you came. I know this isn’t what you’re used to… but if I know Geppie, he’s going to love it that you're here.”

“You really think so?” you ask, still feeling a bit apprehensive. 

“Of course! Oh god. You should see how he lights up whenever he mentions you. I swear, you’re like his favorite subject to talk about these days. He barely mentions work anymore. Thank you, by the way. That subject was getting a bit tiresome, but I never really knew how to break it to him, you know? I’m just still sore after the whole… Well… You know.” 

Her cerulean eyes drift downwards. 

Serval’s sudden termination from the Architects was definitely a huge blow. It was still fresh in her mind despite it happening over a few months ago. Even so, you could still see the cracks it left in her. 

It was a miracle that she didn’t give up hope on everything entirely… 

You squeeze her arm a little to bring her back to the present before she can drown herself in the past. 

“Hey, let’s just enjoy ourselves then. We’ve been through hell. It’s the least we can do, right? We can even see this as, I dunno, reparations for stupid bullshit?” 

“Reparations for Stupid Bullshit. RSB. I like it,” Serval laughs with a delighted nod, gladly going with the flow, “Yeah. Let’s do that.” 

She squeezes you back. An appreciative thank you. 

The two of you end up tearing up the tables filled with fancy cocktails and hors d'oeuvres while chatting about everything and nothing. By the time the great big announcement comes around, both you and Serval are incredibly - and happily - drunk. Restraint isn’t exactly a strong suit for either of you. It’s probably why you get along so well.

When Gepard is announced as the next Captain of the Guard, you both end up hooting and hollering like fools. You get a few glances from those surrounding you and even Gepard breaches the usual protocol to peek. 

But he doesn’t smile when he sees you. 

Instead, his eyes widen, brows flying up. Then he turns to face front and center like the soldier he’s trained to be. 

“...” 

A sudden sick, sinking feel forms in your chest. 

What was that? 

It doesn’t help that you’re intoxicated. The wall that usually keeps the worst thoughts out suddenly isn’t there anymore. Worries flood you without hindrance. 

The dam of reason isn’t there to protect you. 

“The hell was that?” Serval says, only escalating your worries, “He saw us, right?” 

You purse your lips tightly, unable to reply. 

Gepard receives praise from both of his parents as well as a few renowned dignitaries. It takes everything you have to keep Serval from breaking into tears at the sight of Cocolia. Serval ends up holding your hand with such a tight grip that her fingernails dig into your skin. But you let it happen. You know how deep those emotional wounds have cut… 

She’s barely holding herself together. 

“Serval…” 

“Don’t tell me we should go. I-I deserve to be here too,” she insists shakily which is remarkably perceptive for own so heavily inebriated, “If anything… she’s the one that doesn’t belong here… This is my home. My home.”  

The pain in her voice pulls at every heartstring inside of you. But you have to be the least drunk between you. …Since sobriety is long, long gone. 

“I… need to use the bathroom,” you say. 

It’s not a lie entirely. Besides, she won’t question it. You don’t know your way around this place like she does. 

“Oh shit. Sorry. Yeah, of course. Come on. I’ll take you… woah. Um… Let me hang onto you.” 

It takes a little while to find a washroom. It seems Serval’s mind keeps getting muddled from having seen Cocolia. But you keep your patience. It’s what you’d want from your friend if this ever happened to you… 

By the time you get to a nearby empty washroom, you barely shut the door when you hear Serval breaking into tears. Your heart becomes heavier than you’re used to. Maybe because you’re pretty sure that you’re bound for one more heartbreak today. 

Gepard’s face the moment he saw you in the crowd has yet to leave your mind. 

As much as you’d like to hope… you feel that you already know.

He didn’t tell them… 

You sit there on the closed toilet for barely a moment before breaking out into silent tears. 

This… always… happens. 

You try to keep quiet as best you can. You don’t like expressing your pain to others. Your upbringing discouraged showing weakness of any kind. To those around you at that time… you were an incessant inconvenience. 

Even still, you hear a soft knock on the door. 

Serval sniffles just behind it. 

“Are you crying?” she asks with a genuine sweetness behind it, despite her own anguish, that just makes something inside of you crumble to dust.

A sob escapes despite your damnedest attempts to keep it in. 

You don’t want to be a burden. 

Yet before you know it, she’s already come in and hugs you tightly without reservation. You don’t remember how long the two of you bawl your eyes out, but it’s enough that Serval has to reapply both her and your makeup. 

 Every noble wears makeup and she’ll be damned if she lets one of her few closest friends walk around shabby.  

“Hey, hey. I know you’re worried…” she says while gently applying another coat of foundation on your cheeks, “But I’m telling you, my brother would never ever do that to you. Ugh… He’s nothing like that con man. Ugh… I’m so sorry that I even introduced you to that jerk. He just… He didn’t seem like that, you know?” 

She popped her foundation away back into her hidden dress pocket before pulling out some eyeliner to fix the mess under your eyes. 

“Geppie is different. I swear. I’ve never heard him tell a lie in his whole life.” Her motions slow as she remembers the look he gave both of you during the celebration of his promotion. “I… I’m sure he had his reasons for reacting so weird. Maybe he was just really surprised?” 

You smile weakly despite not believing that. 

“You’re probably right,” you fib. 

Damn. You were already exhibiting bad habits from said someone… 

“Don’t worry. We’ll talk to him soon.” 

And just like that, the two of you return to the party though it’s mostly over and done with. Only a few of the major boozehounds stay for the free alcohol while others try some last minute attempts to schmooze with those of higher standing. 

Eventually, Serval learns where Gepard retreated off to in search of some solace. 

“This’ll be great. I’m sure of it,” she says as she pulls you along. 

But with every step, you feel like you’re nearing an execution. The type that can tear the very soul in half while keeping the physical body intact. 

“Stay here,” she whispers to you, leaving you just outside the doors before dramatically shoving them open, “Little bro!” 

You can hear the shifting of his armor along with his footsteps as he turns to face his older sister. 

“Serval…” 

Gepard's voice sounds heavy. No matter how much you rewind it in your head, there’s no mirth in it. 

“Surprised?” she asks as she hugs him suddenly, “Didn’t think I’d miss your big day, did you?”

“...” 

“Gepard?” she asks before leaning back to eye him better.

“You shouldn’t have brought them…” he murmurs but it’s not low enough that you can’t catch it. 

The ground beneath you becomes like thin ice over a frigid lake. Each word he says produces a fresh crack, branching out to assure your inevitable destruction. 

“What? What do you mean? Aren’t you glad to see them? Gepard, you two are dating. Of course, I’d-” Serval then suddenly stops.

You drop your head as you feel an uncomfortable heat rising along your neck and ears. 

Mortification. 

She takes a step back. 

“You didn’t tell them?” she asks but she’s not really asking.

Her tone sounds utterly appalled.  

“I-I was working on it!” 

“Gepard! You said-!”

“I know what I said!” 

You can’t take anymore. 

Removing your shoes, your footfalls become nearly silent as you make a desperate retreat for the nearest open balcony. The freezing air greets you the moment you step out. With a shudder, you make it to the nearest portable heater, switching it on. With time, it glows a gentle orange that reminds you of the Geomarrow where you’re really from… 

The place that you should feel ashamed of… 

A tear escapes you but you quickly wipe it away, refusing to cry any longer. 

Then… in just that moment…

A crazy thought invades your mind.

This is very high up. 

…Anything could happen.

A despairing croak escapes you as you grip onto yourself tightly. 

No, no, no. Not these thoughts. 

Anything but these thoughts!!

It’s like fighting against the blinding cold winds of the Great Freeze. There’s no escape and before you know it, you’re completely lost within its windchill. 

If only you hadn’t left… Being alone and disturbed with far too much alcohol always makes for a tragedy waiting to happen… 

Please… Someone…  I don’t… I don’t want…

And then the improbable happens.

A light flickering in the distance. 

At first, it seems random until you realize it remarkably seems like the code that-

No bloody way. 

‘Hey there, friend.’ 

That’s what it says. 

Your eyes widen. 

No way, no way, no way. 

Quickly, you pull out the pocket mirror Serval had lent you. Well, given you, but it was way too expensive to keep on your person. You would sneak it back into the untouched mounds within her workshop later. 

For now, you pop it open and use the mirror to reflect the light to message back. 

‘Friend or foe?’

You wait with great anticipation for the next reply. At first, you think it might not come, but it does.

‘Friend?’

A desperate laugh escapes you as you can tell right away who this is. 

‘Idiot.’

He doesn’t miss a beat. 

‘Your idiot.’ 

You frown. 

‘Not mine.’ You correct firmly. 

Then nothing. A part of you gets tense. 

Did you ruin it? If so, then was it for the best? 

But those thoughts vanish when you finally see the light flash again. 

‘Are you okay?’  

Now it was your turn to give pause. Were you okay? 

Your hands trembled around the mirrors as fresh tears fell. This was a pivotal moment. You could feel it. 

The air felt like it had been sealed in an invisible vacuum. Static silently building within…  

You look toward where you came from.

Neither Landau has come for you… 

Too busy bickering, no doubt. 

You lightly bite down on your tongue to try and stop the tears but it’s futile. 

‘Not okay.’

The next response is so quick that you nearly miss it.

‘SOS?’

You tense. 

Your next response will be huge for what happens next… 

‘SOS?’ He asks again. “...” 

No. The pain is too much. You want out. 

‘SOS.’ 

You wait a few minutes there for a response or anything… but there’s nothing. Your shoulders drop with regret at showing even a hint of your vulnerability to an ex of all people. He probably just found your pain entertaining. Maybe he was taking pictures on his phone right now.

Well, might as well give him the best shot. 

You weep quietly from where you lean against the railing… only to feel a sudden rumble from the west side of the manor. It… felt like the kind of shockwaves a bomb gives. 

Did he just-?! 

The clanking of metallic armor stomping down the halls fills your ears as commands are shouted at length. You debate leaving the balcony but now you’re scared. What if you’ve been lured into a trap? What if you’ll be made the scapegoat? What if-

“Hey there.” 

You turn to see the dual dagger-wielding rogue lifting himself with ease over the railing. You were at least three stories high… Had he really just scaled all of that on his own? 

Those enchanting green eyes capture you in an instant as they seem equally mesmerized to see you again. A relieved smile spreads across his face as he tilts his head. 

“Heard you wanted a swift exit?” 

AN: *sipping on Bicardi* Wow. I did not expect to write this… Thank you magic bat. 

For those of you that made it this far, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! 

This could continue but we'll see. Love Triangles are pretty fun though, eh?

[eyeofhurakana]

Title: “Bouncing Brings Us All Together” Chapter: 2/3 Pairing: Sampo x Reader Reader: Gender Neutral / Nurse at Natasha’s clinic Relationship Level: Acquaintances with unspoken attraction Trust: Moderate Summary: It’s your day off and you want to take the cable car to Overworld. The only issue is that all the seats are taken up, and it’s going to be a long and bumpy ride. However, Sampo seems to have nabbed a seat…  

[Chapter 1]

What a conundrum...

You could give a value without thoroughly thinking about it. It’d definitely save time. But how much would a seat that’s normally free even be worth? Is he really even that attached to it? Would you look silly or immature for saying the wrong thing? 

Sampo has crossed his legs with his gloved hands resting on his knee. He is still grinning from ear to ear with great interest. Emerald green eyes watch with rapt attention. He’s genuinely curious as to what your first offer will be. 

“Tick tock~. This cable car won’t stay here forever, you know,” he reminds you.  

Just as he says that the overhead intercom blares another announcement, “All passengers, please remain seated. The cable car is now en route to OVERWORLD. All passengers, please remain seated. The cable car is now en route to OVERWORLD.”

The pressure is mounting. 

“20 shields!” 

You went with your gut, but the idea of losing twenty shields still feels a bit icky. 

Oh well. So maybe you’ll forgo eating anything in Overworld. But at least your legs won’t suffer myalgia. Plus the live music is free. And no one ever charges to look at flowers. 

Or at least, this is what you tell yourself to cope. 

“Mm… Just 20?” Sampo replies with an unconvinced pout, “You suuuure about that?”

Your mouth falls open slightly. 

Was twenty really not enough? Your eyes search him for any sign of mischief or deceit, but he’s a difficult read. Maybe you could add another five shields… 

The cable car jerks forward. 

Panic sets in.

You want that seat.

“Gah, 40 shields!” 

Sampo looks upwards to the side again, calculating it out in his mind, before shaking his head. 

“Mm, nuh uh.” 

He won’t even accept doubling your previous offer? Ohhhh, Natasha was definitely going to hear about this. Maybe you could even put it through the Wildfire grapevine for Seele to hear too. The fiasco born out of that would definitely teach him.  

“Sampo…” you say with your face burning up a little, “I can’t go any higher than that.” 

“Oh really?” Sampo asks slyly with an arched brow, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you definitely seem to be carrying much more than you’re willing to offer. Isn’t having this seat important to you? Come on~.”

He’s trying to goad you into going higher, but it backfires. Your face turns stern while your hand hovers protectively near where you keep your shields. 

“It seems I won’t be able to afford it then. That’s fine. Enjoy the trip to Overworld,” you say flatly.

It’s too late now anyway. The cable car has already commenced its ascent. Your legs submit to their unwanted responsibility of having to support you at an insufferable thirty-five degree incline for the next few hours. It's a miserable feeling.

One day you might make it up to them… So long as they don’t give out first. 

Time to migrate again.

You weren’t going to stick around here and let Sampo wheedle you into needless spending. 

Of course, it’s not until you seem very set on moving away that the businessman starts showing signs of nervousness.  

“Wait, hang on a second! No need to leave,” he insists urgently. 

Despite his words, you’re still turning your head about for a route to meander through the dense crowd. As he said before, time is ticking. He quickly uncrosses his legs, leaning forward to grab your wrist. His large gloved hand engulfs it completely, surprising you. 

What else could such big strong hands do? 

Nope. No, no. You’re not going there. 

This is a tactical retreat in progress. 

“Heeeey! What’s the hurry?” Sampo asks with a slight waver in his voice. 

When he notices your grim expression, his face softens almost immediately.  

“I… haven’t offended you, have I? If I have, do let me know. I can’t stand the thought of displeasing a custo- Er, friend.”

You eye him warily for a moment. 

Naturally, he uses the moment to give you his trademark sad puppy eyes. If you give it time, he might even throw in a whimper or two. 

Despite the shamelessness of his gesture, the charged feelings inside your chest dissipate at the sight. It’s strange. You can’t stay mad at him. You even realize that you might be overreacting. 

After all, it’s just a seat. Right?

No. It’s not.

Time to turn the tables.

“Friend, huh?” you reply with light skepticism as you pull your wrist back to fold your arms, “I guess I must be your least favorite friend then.” 

He gasps back at you as though you uttered the largest fallacy in all of Belobog. 

“Whaaaat? Of course not! What would ever make you think that? Did someone tell you that? I want their name. How dare they tell my dearest friend such lies. Your companionship is invaluable to me. I could never imagine myself without it. If that were to happen, then I would be a poor man indeed. So do tell me who put this slander in your head. I will do my utmost to set the record straight,” he tells you with so many theatric tones and gestures that you can’t help but crack a bit of a smile.  

You shake your head at him. What a goofball. 

“Well, no one else said anything to me… Though you did,” you reply with a pointed look.   

“Wha… Me? What did I do?” 

He’s genuinely confused. You can practically see him scrolling in his own mind, recounting every word that was said during the conversation. His eyes flit side to side as he struggles to find where he went wrong. "Wait, was it the-? No... You wouldn't be upset at that... Then..." he murmurs both to himself and a bit toward you. You could leave him like this... 

But that would be mean. 

Besides… you kind of still really wanted that seat.  Though you would have to play a little dirty.

“Really, Sampo? Not a single discount offer? Good friends always offer sweet discounts,” you say, falling in with the theatrical mood, “Not to mention that I’m a nurse. No discounts for even my noble line of work? You must think so lowly of me… To think that all those times I helped patch you up back when you were too scared of Natasha would end up meaning so little to you.” 

You make a mock sniff.

Since the cable car is relatively stuffed to the brim with people, it’s not hard for folks standing right next to you to overhear the conversation. Barely anyone is talking save for a few hushed voices. Most people have their eyes either out the windows or down to the floor in silence. However, at your sudden rise in voice, a few heads start to turn with interest. 

The thoughts scurrying through their minds are obvious. Is that blue-haired scoundrel antagonizing that poor nurse? Why doesn’t he simply give up the seat? Do they know each other? Are they arguing?    

Sampo sits there beneath a deluge of prying eyes. His smile is getting strained, yet his eyes shine with… happiness? 

Are you missing something? 

You’re clearly causing a scene. Why is he so happy about it? 

Oh no… 

“You knooow, you could have always just used the free option,” he offers teasingly as if such an option had been available the entire time, “We are good friends, after all. Honestly, I’m so perplexed as to why you didn’t just pick that in the first place. It’s always available to you.” 

“Free option?” you parrot in disbelief only to feel the cable car jerk forward yet again.

However, this time, it’s the hardest you’ve ever felt. It takes everyone in the car by utter surprise. Everything happens so fast that you can’t react in time. You get thrown forward into Sampo with a yelp. 

Without any delay, Sampo reaches up and firmly catches you by the elbow and hip before you could faceplant into the solid steel wall above him. Your knee finds purchase on the front of his seat, narrowly avoiding his family jewels. A few others aren’t so lucky as several folks knock into one another while others fall completely. 

It’s chaos. 

The once hushed cabin is suddenly abuzz with activity. 

You even manage to catch a glimpse of a bit of smoked olm rolling helplessly across the floor. Someone’s black coffee managed to spill adding yet one more unnecessary scent to the cabin. Long dark streaks travel down the floor and onto people's shoes. Even some money fell to the floor, yet remarkably not a single soul made an effort to snatch it.   

No, the people of Underworld are a hearty bunch as they help one another back up with surprised smiles and relieved laughter.  

Total strangers become sudden acquaintances and the cabin becomes much more chatty. Parents pull on their children, suddenly very grateful to have them safe and sound. People that would have never exchanged words are now exchanging names and experiences.   

“You all right?” Sampo’s voice cuts through your frazzled thoughts. 

You’re still trembling a little from the fright of that sudden lurch. 

That’s never happened before. 

“Almost knocked your head there. What a shame that would have been. A bruise on that pretty little head of yours? No way. Not on my watch,” he says protectively with a proud grin while helping steady you.

He even deepens his voice a little more to really give off the ‘noble protector’ vibe. You wonder if this is his attempt at a Gepard Landau impression. 

A tiny laugh escapes you. Your shaking ceases as you calm down. He’s such a clown, but you're grateful for it. What could have been a terrible situation ends up becoming nothing more than a funny mishap. 

You instinctively grip his forearms to get your feet back on the dusty metal floor while avoiding the still-rolling olm. Heat resonates from his bare skin and into your cold fingers. His whole body must be a bit of a furnace, constantly exuding warmth. He must make for a great personal heater on chilly nights… 

Quickly, you squash that blasphemous thought. 

He just saved you from a concussion. No need to objectify the man. 

Though you wonder if he’d mind…  

“I’m good. Thanks for the assist. I rather not have my first order of business in Overworld today become an emergency visit to the local hospital or dentist.” 

Sampo chuckles back at you, that charming smile of his growing ever more powerful. 

You then recall what he had mentioned before.

“Hey, I feel like I might regret asking… but I’m gonna do it anyway. So what’s the free option?” 

His whole face suddenly lights up. 

It appears he nearly forgot too. 

“I’m so glad you finally asked! You see… I realized there was a way for us both to win in this scenario. You know, since we’re good friends and all.”

Why does he keep saying it like that?  

“Being?” you ask while still harboring a hint of skepticism.

“Cue the drum roll!” he says excitedly while pretending to do air drums, making the sound with his mouth, before suddenly pointing his imaginary drum sticks at you, “We share it!”  What?

You eye him as if you watched his brain literally dislodge itself from his skull in order to go into witness protection. Or was that your brain? 

Nonetheless, this is beyond ridiculous. But in a way, did you really expect much different?  

“...Share how?” you ask as you feel your shins already burning from the neverending incline, “You take up nearly the whole-”   

Sampo then pats his lap all too welcomingly. 

"Well?" he asks with a playful smirk.

"You know there's no better deal than this..."

AN: *cackles* Yes... Yesssss...

Ring-a-ding-ding~! New chapter!

@hearts4saebyeok

[eyeofhurakana]

i didn't expect to like this guy so much

[eyeofhurakana]

i dont know if you do tags, and its fine if not but if so could you tag me in the next chapter of your little sampo cable car thing? its real cute so far 🫶🏻

Of course! I'll make a small section at the end and tag you.

And thank you for your kind words! It's been really fun to write it so far.

(If anyone else wants to get tagged, just pop your tag in the comments!)

[eyeofhurakana]

Title: "Bouncing Brings Us All Together" Chapter: 1/3 Pairing: Sampo x Reader Reader: Gender Neutral / Nurse at Natasha’s clinic Relationship Level: Acquaintances with unspoken attraction Trust: Moderate Summary: It’s your day off and you want to take the cable car to Overworld. The only issue is that all the seats are taken up, and it’s going to be a long and bumpy ride. However, Sampo seems to have nabbed a seat… 

[Chapter 2]

It is but another dull day for most of the residents in Underworld - though not for you.

Oh no.

You have the day off.

As in the whole thing.

And you didn’t even have to pass out this time!

It’s a prize from fighting tooth and nail against your fellow coworkers at Boulder Town’s clinic. But in the end, you beat the odds. You won that deadly rock-paper-scissors tourney fair and square. Now, it was high time to get that sweet, sweet sunlight and unbelievably fresh air up in the Overworld.

Ever since the cable car reopened, you couldn’t get enough of the clean streets, live music, lovely flowers, and piping hot street food that isn't olm.

No more slumming it in the pub or fight club.

Today is going to be a proper day of self-care.

But there’s a teeny tiny snag.

It’s a weekend…

This means that the cable car will be cramped with Underworld passengers all thinking the same thing you were.

Men, women, and children all packed tightly together within the brass-colored transport like sardines in a can. The toasty smell of rock dust, smoke, and sweat wafts around you as you step aboard. Some folks smell like they had never discovered the existence of a bath. The unpleasant odor offends your nostrils so badly that your stomach twists with mild nausea.

Nope. You’re not staying here.

Time to migrate.

Desperately squeezing and shimmying through the dense crowd, you get away from the awful smell of the stubbornly unwashed. As far as you knew, Underworld had a food, medicine, and manpower shortage. Not a water and soap one. The stale, warm, and stuffy atmosphere is bad enough. There is no way your nose would survive the whole trip so close to them. Much less your stomach.

Eventually, you manage to navigate yourself to the other end of the cable car only to hear a familiar voice call out to you.

“Oh ho! Well, if it isn’t my dear friend.”

Your head turns to find none other than the notorious green-eyed businessman himself, and of course, he’s sitting down. Your mind reels with questions. Is there a reason he’s taking the cable car rather than his ‘secret route’? Wasn’t there a strange group in Overworld that was after him? Why was he calling out to you?

But most importantly…

How had he managed to get such a good seat?

Barely a second in seeing him and you’re already coveting it.

After all, standing is a total pain in cable cars. Every little bump on the track goes right to the knees. Couple that with an endless incline upwards and now you have sore shins on top of that.

On that note, your shins are already starting to pulse as if making a silent plea to turn this situation around. You were going to have to stand all day at work tomorrow. There was no getting out of that.

“Hmm? See something you like?” Sampo asks with a slight tilt of his head, pulling you from your thoughts.

He’s a quick one. He noticed your sudden desire instantly. Though he’d be a rather shoddy salesman if he couldn’t discern interest from a potential customer.

You slide past a few other passengers to get closer to him despite your better judgment.

“That depends. Are you perhaps open for business?” you ask with a practiced smile.

It was the same type of smile you used just before jabbing patients with a syringe. Comforting yet not quite honest.

Luckily for you, Sampo is a glutton for cash.

Not that you have much to spare.

“Oh, but of course!” he replies brightly, already rapidly crunching the numbers in his mind, “Which one of my wares are you-”

“Transport is readying for departure. Please, step away from the platform. Transport is readying for departure. Please, step away from the platform. All guests within the cable car are expected to be safely seated. If you do not have a seat, then an attendant will help seat you,” droned the automated message from the ceiling.

It almost made you laugh since this place is clearly a safety hazard. People were so desperate to get up to Overworld for some fun that the transport was easily over the normal capacity. Fortunately, there was a bit of wiggle room when it came to the weight of the contraption which would allow these infractions for a short time - though certainly not long term.

“Heh. I can’t believe they still play that thing,” Sampo remarked with a slight shake of his head and a grin, “So anyway… what was it that-”

“How much for the seat?”

He stops with a blink before his smile slowly twists into a playful smirk. At the sight, you suddenly wonder if you shouldn’t have been so forward about what you really wanted. Haggling with Sampo was usually Natasha's thing. Now you're starting to learn why...

A seemingly devious gleam fills his eyes as a brand new scheme forms in his head.

“Oh. This seat?”

He points downwards with a coy look.

The churn of the cable car’s gears coming to life makes the transport rumble slightly. You tongue at the tip of your incisor lightly in a smidge of irritation. Sampo seems like he might drag this out to increase your demand… which would mean he could hike up the price.

You had to bargain this quickly.

“Yes. That seat. The only one you have. How much?” you ask in a rushed tone as you can feel the lock shaft being disengaged from the cable car with a loud clang.

You much rather be sitting down before the cable car gets moving. Your pulsating shins insist on it.

“Wellllll…” he drawls out while raising his gaze upwards in pretend thought, “That depends.”

Sampo makes a casual wave of his hand before leaning back smugly in his seat, “How badly do you want it?”

He waggles his eyebrows at you.

“Hmm?” He hums to you in question as he adjusts how he sits upon the seat, taking his sweet time.

He does all this while maintaining total eye contact just to toy with you. It’s like all of this is just a game to him rather than a genuine trade.

“Ohhh, this is a nice seat all right,” he comments with exaggerated stretching motion, “Might be the best one here. …Well?”

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he might’ve been making a very subtle pass at you. That stretch of his made his jacket ride up, unveiling more of his abdomen by the way he twisted his body with his arms up. Not to mention that it showcased his very muscular build.

A truly tantalizing sight...

But this is Sampo Koski.

Clearly, this man only made love to money. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be stuck negotiating over a silly cable car seat.

Sampo continues to eye you patiently with giddy anticipation.

He wants you to make an offer.

AN: I'd offer my soul, but I can't offer something he already has... What about you, dear reader? Will you offer him shields? Mesmerizing conversation? Secret intel? Relics?

Anyway, I hope you were entertained. The next part is already written. It just needs some tidying up. As always, if you made it this far, you have my sincere gratitude. May you have a wonderful rest of your day.

[eyeofhurakana]

so idk if anyone's posted about this yet but i haven't seen it so i'm gonna make a post - remember when sampo says 'i learned a technique that hides my footprints'

well, i noticed that if you run around in the snow, all the characters actually do leave footprints

for example: stelle, herta, and dan heng

BUT NOT SAMPO

im not going anywhere with this except to say that its such a cool little detail that they bothered to actually include. this game is pretty darn meticulous

[eyeofhurakana]

This was literally me too.

That's how you know how dangerous he is. You know he's not good for you... but you just can't help yourself. The temptation to let this man wreak havoc just to see what the local newspapers will say about it is way too strong.

I find his tomfoolery to be quite the breath of fresh air. (Plus that ending... Whoo...)

every time i tell myself that i hate sampo, i find another reason to love him

case in point, he's literally doing the :3 face

[eyeofhurakana]

Title: "Convince Me" Pairing: Sampo x Reader Status: Flirty fluff Reader: No specified gender / Part of the Masked Fools Relationship Level: Close friends in the Masked Fools that have knocked boots from time to time Trust: Moderate-High Summary: You want to leave the Masked Fools to join the Mourning Actors. Sampo wants to change your mind... Quick Note: I headcanon that Sampo is part of the Masked Fools due to a certain scene at the -end- of Belobog’s story arc. If you don’t know the Masked Fools, they are simply a group that worship Aha, live hedonistic lifestyles, and do not take life seriously. Their antithesis is the faction known as the Mourning Actors that denounce Aha - even though he technically pays their cab fare… (I’m not kidding. Aha is wild.)

   

Today is a good day. 

You are two weeks, five days, and however many hours and minutes in turning over a new leaf. No more bar-hopping in a harlequin mask with your ludicrous companions. No more instigating lovers’ tiffs or silver lining happy endings for an easy laugh. No more taking action just for the shiggles.      

It’s a huge deal to leave your old life behind, but you’ve made your peace. After some very careful deliberation (over a few minty cocktails mixed with tears of frustration), you finally knew what you wanted. The path of the Elation simply wasn’t for you.

Now, if only your friend would simply accept that, then life would get a whole lot easier for you. He managed to catch you in the alley just behind the tavern. You had hoped to slip by unnoticed, but clearly there happens to be some snitches among the Masked Fools. 

“Come now. I leave for Jarilo VI for a few months and end up coming back to this?” he whines as he strides up to you with palms open in disappointment. 

Sampo pouts at you as if he’s been told that he had to work gratis. 

“Before you ask, I heard from the others. Be straight with me. You’re not serious about this, right?” he asks conspiratorially as if trying to get in on the joke before everyone else, “Just another one of your good ol’ switcheroos? It’s not like this would be the first time.” 

He tilts his head at you with mock innocence. His bangs swing while trying to peer into your face.

This is a common tactic of his.

You avoid staring at him as you know how this works. This isn’t the first time you’ve tried leaving the Masked Fools. As a follower of the Aeon of Nihility once said, ‘You may gaze deep into the vast grandeur of the stars, but do not glance at the abyss of the void... for it holds nothing except for the ability to make mortals lose all reason and thought.’ 

This pretty much summed up exactly what would happen every time you eyed the smooth-talking merchant for even one second too long. It’s no wonder he chose Nihility of all things.

At your silence, Sampo continues speaking with what sounds like a friendly voice of concern, “Hey… Think about this. A Pathstrider changing their paths is one thing. But transitioning from one of us to a Mourning Actor of all things? You?”  

His tone nearly tricks you into thinking that he might have genuinely felt a sense of imminent worry. Though on that last few words, despite his best effort, his voice cracked.  

You can’t help it. You look.

As expected, Sampo’s face is not nearly as distraught as he tried to make himself sound. Instead, he fights off an amused smile to no avail. His cheeks slightly puff as he half-heartedly resists the urge to laugh. He raises his gloved hand, pressing against his curving mouth just as a few choked laughs manage to escape regardless. 

Those emerald eyes of his shine with unwavering amusement as if you are his favorite stage act. To him, this is probably another one of your infamous long con pranks. 

Which is an entirely fair assumption… 

You are quite the mischief maker. 

Were.

You were quite the mischief maker. New leaf. Turning. Right. Focus.

Of course, your hedonistic brain much rather focus on his towering height, broad shoulders, and alluring cologne… 

Focus!

“Yes, me,” you reply with practiced calm while not engaging in his puerile behavior, “I’ve done my time as a part of the Masked Fools. The World’s End Tavern will be fine without me. Besides, it’s time for a change.”

Silence befalls the two of you. 

The mirth in his face dampens slightly, yet he somehow manages to keep that signature pearly white smile of his.  

“Please, you expect me to believe that you’ve already forgotten just what kind of people the Mourning Actors are? The morose life they live? They’re a stick in the mud! Every last one of them. And-” he proclaimed while stepping forward to lean a bit just to gently boop you on the nose, “-you’re no stick in the mud.” 

He then planted his hands on his hips as if he made the most compelling argument of all time. In his head, it seemed that not even Nous the Erudition would be able to refute it. 

“You’re too fun,” Sampo adds with playful finality.  

He looks so excited and proud of his ridiculous reasoning that you can’t help but start to already feel nostalgic. After all, joining the Mourning Actors meant that you couldn’t see Sampo anymore. They fiercely denounce Aha whereas the Masked Fools exalt Aha. 

There’s no middle ground to be had here.  

“A very eloquent argument, Koski,” you finally say with a light shrug while not meeting his eyes. 

If Sampo had dog ears and a tail, they would be perking up right about now by how elated he looked. It seemed to him that you were relenting to his wise judgment. 

“Perfect! Now let’s head back. I heard they’re doing half off on mimosas!” he tells you excitedly before making off for the direction of the World’s End tavern only to quickly notice your footfalls weren’t behind him. 

He turns around to see you still planted in place with your gaze off to the side.   

“Hmph. Still not convinced though, huh?” Sampo says with an odd sense of calm that you’re not used to seeing him have. 

He nears you with a thoughtful look. You stare back, uncertain as to what he might be scheming. A composed Sampo is a rather disconcerting sight… yet not unwelcome. You thought he only had three modes: goofy, flirty, and whiny. 

This was… very different. 

For a moment, you felt your heart waver.  

“Hmm… Should I do the lean then?” he offers with a suggestive raise of his brow coupled with a smirk.

As Sampo asks this, he’s already committing the action of leaning forward with his hand outstretched to plant his hand on the brick wall behind you. He’s definitely using that specialty haircut of his to his full advantage. The long bangs veil a single eye, leaving you under the undeniable smolder of the other.

He smiles with his mouth upturning more on the right before biting his lower lip with a slow pull as he continues to peer down at you. 

“Well?” he asks with his voice dropping into a full bewitchment mode, “How’s this?” 

Sampo leans even closer, completely encroaching into your personal space to the point that you feel the air tightening. 

“Still thinking of leaving?” 

His gaze flicks down to your lips, knowing full well you can tell. They lift back to you as if in question. Though you can’t even remember what the original question was anymore. 

Damn.

He got you. 

You stared too long into the pretty abyss again. 

Now there was no getting out until he chose to go offworld again. 

“Ha… I guess I better luck next time…” you concede slowly while eyeing him closing in for that final descent. 

“Mm. Or not,” Sampo teases slyly with hooded eyes just before stealing your soul once again through a kiss that cannot be described in mere words… 

This isn’t your first kiss with him… but these ones are different than what he usually does. 

You can typically withstand the regular type. 

But here… his fingers dig deep through your scalp while his other hand grasps around the side of your neck. His thumb guides your chin upwards, placing you in a vulnerable position for his ‘treatment’ thanks to your sudden willfulness to defect to the other side.

“Mm!” 

You strain your senses as his hands start to travel, making every pleasure nerve fire up, unable to stifle the desperation of the starving hedonist inside of you.  

It doesn’t help that Sampo has a way of shoving so many sensations at you that your brain proceeds to short-circuit. Your natural instinct is to go with the flow. It’s what made partying with the Elation so much fun. 

You can hear him chuckle over you in appreciation of your lack of resistance as he presses you further against the wall, keeping you in place as he carries on with a more... persuasive argument. 

‘You’re not going anywhere’ is what it really means. 

It’s what it always means. 

Oh well. 

There’s always next time~.

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AN: Heh. It’s up to you if you planned this out just for Sampo to react this way when he got back. Also, if you made it this far, thanks for reading. =D You're a gem, and I hope you have a wonderful day.

[eyeofhurakana]

C1~! Ahhhhhhh!!!

I might cry. But I gotta pull a Fuli and remember this moment.

Man, has anyone ever felt oddly closer to a character just because the gacha let you have them with better chances than usual? This man isn't even on the banner and yet he's still coming home.

I'm so darn happy. Now I gotta go write a mini Reader x Sampo ficlet to commemorate the occasion...

Self indulgence is fun! Luckily, this guy won't mind.

[eyeofhurakana]

First Post!

It's been so long since I have messed with Tumblr, but I feel like it's time to come back home since the purge. I think I'm just going to let this blog be a mix of drabbles for Genshin Impact and Honkai: Star Rail.

That and as I play either game, it'd be nice to document some funny tidbits I find along the way.

Though my biggest wish is to find fellow enthusiasts.

Anyway, that's that! =D