#task landau

[andro-dino]

do u think they had a situationship

based on this one shot that made me explode

[beatlynxx]

trying to keep the beyraiderz tag alive here's a task from class (from memory)

+ a s1 boris :3

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[endlesslytired]

to finish this absolute madness I'm dealing with trying to put these together I give you the ones I forgot to add bc I lost them or didn't feel like worked right yet I still like, plus ones that I just had no place for at all. (aka solo topaz stuff)

bonusss, I wrote this very early on into playing hsr and realised this would be really neat to make in the maker. it's not much of a meme but a funny idea on stuff Kafka could have done.

prevus poast:

[docgold13]

Heroes & Villains The DC Animated Universe - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Task Force X

Colloquially known as ‘The Suicide Squad,’ Task Force X was a team of covert agents who conducted highly dangerous, off-the-books missions for Project Cadmus.  The team was composed primally of criminals who were offered pardons in exchange for their service.  Those who managed to survive a five-year tour of duty as part of the squad would be free to go with a completely expunged criminal record.  

The team was led by Colonel Rick Flagg Jr., a decorated soldier who had proven himself as greatly effective in covert, ‘black opt’ missions.  The additional members included the master tactician known as The Clock King; the accomplished thief and inventor Captain Boomerang, demolitions expert Plastique; and the assassin known as Deadshot.  

At the height of tensions between Cadmus and The Justice League, Task Force X were assigned to sneak aboard the League’s Watchtower satellite and steal the powerful Annihilator armor that the League had confiscated during a mission in Kaznia.  

After much hard planning and contingency drills, the Taskforce succeeded in ferreting their way aboard the Watchtower.  Flagg and his team were able to obtain the Annihilator, yet making their escape was only accomplished by sacrificing one of their own in that Plastique was critically injured.  

It is assumed that Task Force X continued on with additional missions.  It is likely, however, that the team itself was disbanded once Project Cadmus was formally shut down by the government.  

Actor Adam Baldwin provided the voice for Colonel Flagg; with Juliet Landau voicing Plastique, Donal Gibson voicing Captain Boomerang, Michael Rosenbaum voicing Deadshot and Alan Rachins voicing the Clock King.  The squad debuted in the fourth episode of the second season of Justice League Unlimited, appropriately titled, ‘Task Force X.’

[electric-plants]

the trailblazer: *literally just minding their own business*

gepard and serval about to add them to a group chat:

[solarisfortuneia]

— 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧.

✦ info: he's so, so in love with you.

✦ warnings: not proofread.

✦ featuring: jing yuan, gepard landau.

✦ notes: please do know i've done no research i only know bits and pieces of actual game lore these are simply self indulgent and silly Thoughts i'm having about them in the middle of the night <3 (i have no clue what this is i js think it's cute)

— smitten! jing yuan, who thinks of you all day, every day, while doing his official duties, while sparring with yanqing, while speaking with officials, even just before his afternoon nap.

(the strangest of things remind him of you: an oddly shaped rock takes him back to the time when you baked something for him, and the dew shining on a leaf brings with it a recollection of the sparkle in your gaze. it is almost as if you've claimed more than half the space in his head, stubbornly refusing to surrender it into the hands of his daily tasks.

well, he's certainly not complaining.)

— speaking of afternoon naps, smitten! jing yuan, who dreams of you while he dozes in the afternoon. he doesn't remember all of them, but he adores the warm, fuzzy feeling he wakes up with.

— smitten! jing yuan, who names one of his birds after you. he tries not to pick favorites, he really does, but there's just something about the way this little one tilts its head that reminds him so much of you, how can he not like this one the most?

(yanqing once caught him affectionately cooing at the bird with your name. he brings it up every game of starchess they play, hoping to distract the general from stealing another one of his pieces. jing yuan knows what he's doing though, and still ends up stealing a piece or two.)

— smitten! gepard, who writes letters addressed to you every single day while he's away. some he sends, some he keeps. but every single one of them is filled with all the things he thinks of telling you while you're not by his side.

(the ones he keeps are the sappiest, full of things he's too shy to say to you— about how he longs to return to your warm embrace, about how he wants to taste your cooking, about how he wants to lie in your lap while you pet his hair. perhaps one day, he'll find the courage to say them out loud?)

— smitten! gepard, who finds himself murmuring your name, over and over when he's idle.

(sometimes, if there's a tune running through his head, he sings out the syllables of your name, before catching himself in the act. he shakes his head at himself, red dusting his cheeks, but a tiny smile plays at his lips nevertheless.)

— smitten! gepard, who doodles your name (and perhaps a drawing or two) on a spare piece of paper whenever he's lost in thought. he'd never dare do that on official paper work, though, no way, none at all.

(except... one fine day, he ends up drawing one of his infamous sketches in the margins of a very important, incredibly serious, highly official report to the supreme guardian herself.

he only notices at the very last minute, right before submission, much to his mortification and relief. thank the preservation, he thinks as he redoes it, for—well— preserving his dignity.

who knows how much his sister would have teased him if she found out?)

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[q1ngqve]

ᝰ CAN I KISS THE TIP !

✶ 𓏲ּ ꩜ 𓂅 gepard x fem! reader ⋆ mr landau teaching you how to give him a hand job although you're literally a natural at making him feel good so there’s not much teaching

CW; hand job, licking the cum from your fingers, him kissing you afterwards (these aren't even warnings let's be real here)

he's dreamed of this day ever since he realized his feelings for you, but now that you're actually here, sitting on his bed with your hand wrapped around him, a whirlwind of emotions clouds his mind, leaving him overwhelmed.

you could feel your mouth watering; never had you seen a dick more perfect than his. it’s not necessarily thick, but it's long and curved at just the right angle, its tip pink and clearly aching for attention.

"wrap your hand around it. yeah, just like that. be gentle and play with it, the sensitive spots are different for each person, so you have to explore and watch for their reaction."

you nod, your hand twitching as you reach out to him.

his chest heaves the moment you wrap around him tenderly, his body tensing under your touch. no matter how big or small you thought they were, your hand seem tiny compared to his dick, and he can't help but groan at the obscene sight before him.

gepard's gaze lands on your lips, captivated as they part and release soft pants while you stare. he feels himself growing even more aroused under your soft palm, simply from the intensity of his focus on your lips.

he wanted to wrap his hands around your nape, to guide your head down, and he wanted to fuck himself into your mouth so hard you're gagging and crying by the time he's done. but he doesn't want to scare you, not when you asked so sweetly for him to teach you!

your own heart pounds, the sound so loud you swear he could hear them, while your grip on him tightens. your hands move cautiously, sliding up and down, and twisting experimentally to figure out what makes him feel good, trying your best to recall back to all the porn you've watched in secret.

a soft "hnng" leaves gepard when your thumb brushes against the slit near the tip, causing him to jerk upwards slightly. your gaze immediately darts to his face, etching his expression into your memory. a smile plays on your lips when you notice the blush creeping across his cheeks, his tousled hair and the beads of sweat on his forehead causing a few stray strands to cling, the sight before you not helping the explosive pounding in your chest.

"fuck—"

you shift on the bed, legs in a kneeled position, making it easier for you to rub your thighs together. your own arousal drips between your thighs, while your free hand supports your weight when you lean forward, going close enough that he could feel your shaky breath on him.

"l-lean back a little."

you're so focused on the task you don't hear him nor realize the change in his demeanor, his head falls against his shoulder as he watches you handle him like a pro. despite his efforts to restrain himself, the feel of your touch and your proximity has his legs trembling slightly.

his hand reaches out to your nape, gently tugging you back, redirecting your attention from his dick to his face. "you're doing so good for your first time. are you certain you even require my guidance?" his compliment elicits a soft giggle from you as you tighten your grip once more, the unconscious action elicits a moan from him.

gepard's heart skips a beat as your eyes light up, indicating that an idea has sparked in your mind. he can't help but smile adoringly at your reaction, "what is it?" your free hand leaves the bed to rest on his thigh, your pointer finger tracing small hearts on his pants as you look up at him through your lashes.

"can I kiss the tip?"

your smile widens at his curse, and his head drops forward in response to your request. he swears you're going to be the death of him. "yeah..." his reply comes out breathy as he looks up at you, eyes hooded and ears so flushed they look like they're burning.

your tongue peeks out to lick at your lips unconsciously upon his approval. you pump him a few more times before you lean forward once again, close enough for him to feel your breathing, but with just enough distance to keep your lips from touching him.

your unintentional teasing seems to push him over the edge, and a soft "please—" slips out of him instinctively. embarrassment floods his face when he realizes what he just said, and his head turns to the side, hiding himself from you.

but he glances back immediately, not wanting to miss the sight of you leaning down so seductively, soft pink lips tantalizingly close to his red and throbbing tip. he has to bite on his bottom lip to stifle his moans the moment your lips make contact with his tip, the sensation so heavenly he cums instantly.

a gasp sounds from you as hot, creamy fluid gushes from his dick that seem to never end. the sticky cum cascades, coating your hand as curiosity overtakes you. releasing your grip on him, you bring your hand closer to your face, fingers stretching as you observe the cum drip down to your wrist.

gepard is still trembling from his unexpected high when he notices you bringing your fingers to your lips, your tongue darting out again to lick at them experimentally. he feels himself growing erect again at the sight of you tasting him from your fingers, a satisfied hum emanating from your chest.

he pulls your hand away by your wrist before leaning in, crashing his lips firmly against yours. his hands wrap around your waist, drawing you closer until you're flush against his chest. and he kisses you with fervor, his eyes hooded as he watches your own flutter close.

you push gently against his shoulder and chest, leaning back slightly to catch your breath as your eyes open, meeting his gaze. "did that feel good?" his hand cups your cheek lovingly, his thumb caressing your skin as he breaks into a smile.

"yes. yes, it did. you were amazing, my love."

[wonder-mei]

The star has fallen (Honkai : Star Rail’s Gepard Landau)

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Reminder : I do not write accurately to the lore of the world I am writing. I write whenever there’s an idea

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

The moment Gepard was given a task to guard the Belobog Opera House he was excited to be this near to his crush of years. It was when he was still a trainer in the Silvermane Guards,he went to visit Serval. The moment he stepped inside Neverwinter Workshop, he was greeted by a gentle singing voice; if he could eat the voice he would taste carefully combined flavors of all the sweets he favored. They are all combined into one, the most anticipating sweet he wanted to have. 

But he can’t.

That is what he thinks. 

She was Serval’s friend and still is. She was from somewhere far away from Belobog,came here to achieve her dream to be an Opera singer. Serval found her through the talking of her mutual musician friends. From that, they both become friends. 

Gepard now stands cold in the chilling night with only the moon accompanying him in the dark guiding the entrance of the building from unwelcome guests. His heart screams telling him to go inside and watch her perform. But he has a duty to do. As a captain he needs to obey the orders. 

Gepard’s ears focus too hard listening to the faint opera singers sing inside making him so unfocused on his task but luckily the night went well. The guests departed from the building after the opera ended. His eyes wanders into the crowd to see if she is there. She is not.

With disappointment he sighs loudly. His task was finished so he went to the garden to smell the famous jasmines that have a strong fragrance at night. He takes a few deep breaths inhaling and exhaling the flower scent that soothes his disappointment a little. He walks around viewing the well-structured garden. Gepard stops walking exhaling. He closes his eyes and inhales again, smelling the desolate cold and fragrance night. 

“Evening,Captain Landau” 

The sudden voice made him jump. Gepard turns around raising her gaze. There she was wearing the most beautiful dress he had ever seen. Or is it beautiful because she is wearing it? She stands on a high porch eyeing down him with a smile

“M-miss!--” without thinking Gepard salutes. He quickly puts down his hand when he realizes. The blond captain is madly in the shade of red now

“Salute to you too,Captain Landau” 

“Gepard…”

“What?”

“Please just call me Gepard,miss”

“If i have to call you by your name. Call me by my name too”

Gepard’s hitches at her words. He has been calling her by her last name since they met. It’s too strange to call her name…too embarrassing…too intimate in his defense. 

“I–uhh–” He stuttered his words. Shaking out of nervousness and red from embarrassment. The woman of his dreams is closer than ever. From looking at her far away through TV’s screen,phones and newspapers. She is now in front of him. 

He did have a lot of chances to be near for over the years of her being close friends with his sister. But he will always runs away with stupid excuses ‘The Colonel called me!’ or ‘I have trainers to train!’ and many more excuses. She is so close to him, his mind is blank. Cannot process to either run away or just went invisible.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, tilting her head. ‘She will be the death of me’

Gepard snaps from his deep thoughts “Oh, just wandering around… It is very beautiful here”

She looks around and nods “I’ve been here for quite a few times but never got the chance to walk around”. Her eyes from looking around the garden to him. 

She is staring for too long in his liking.

“Oh ohh!” Gepard asked for his hand which she gave her right hand. His other arm wraps around her waist then lifts her from the high porch to the ground. Gepard carefully places her on her feet. He can smell her perfume. He thanks the night with all of his heart or she can see how red he is right now. 

“Thank you,Captain Landau”, she thank him taking a step back 

“Don’t call me that…” he mumbles looking away. Too shy to look at her

She chuckles “Okay,Gepard. My apologies. So, the flowers does smell refreshing at night” she turns facing the bushes 

“Yeah they do…” 

They both looks at the flowers for awhile and then-

“Flowers blooms and withers,

But she blooms for eternity…”

Gepard’s mouth gapes open widely. That poem. He wrote that. How does she know that?!

“What?!” his heartbeats faster looking at her with wide eyes

She just laughs at his reaction “Serval told me your poetry. They are very romantic,Gepard. You are a very romantic man. She is very lucky to have you”

“I don’t have a girlfriend..or anything like that”

“I know. I’m just teasing you” 

He slaps his face and hides his red face but she holds his hand lowering it. She stares at him with a smile “Don’t hide your face. You are cute…i always love to see your face” 

Gepard gasps at her confession “You do?”

“Yes. The Captain of Silvermane Guards, the tough and disciplined captain is actually a shy and easily flustered man. Which made me find it cute” 

“Don’t tease me please…”

She intertwines their fingers holding tightly onto him “I've always wanted to talk to you,Gepard. I thought you hated me or you think i’m ugly. I was hurt at first but then Serval showed me your poems. They are all so sweet and so heartfelt” she tightens more “I thought they were all for your partner but no. I have noticed you have been always watching me from afar” 

“Really?”

“I like you too,Gepard Landau”

Those words send him into space. So unreal like in a dream he always dreamed of every night but now this is reality. Their feelings are mutual.

“Say it. Say the words you have been dying to say”

“From the moment i see her,

The glimpse of my lifespan flash in my eyes,

And you were there in every moment,

My love and soul”

He picked the first ever poem he wrote about her. The day he knows love. “I love you too”

I do not need a compass, As my heart knows where she is, As for her, She needs guidance, And i willingly to do so, Just like she guided herself into my heart. ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

I listen to a song that matches on the story idea on loop just to feel that vibe from the beginning until the end. I listen to I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys for 2 hours or so.

Like and follow me. And my requests are always open as long you give me an idea for it. Thanks for reading!

[kaiijo]

THEIR LOVE LANGUAGES — [HONKAI: STAR RAIL]

characters: dan heng, gepard, sampo, welt, march 7th, himeko content: gn! reader, spoilers for the prologue notes: i’m in the middle (?) of the belabog arc so i’m still getting a feel for the characters (and feedback is appreciated!)

dan heng ✶

quality time! dan heng is someone who really values his private time, so it’s a big deal for him to invite someone into that little bubble. whether the two of you are doing some activity together like scouring the archives or just sitting in each others’ presence, reading your books, shoulder-to-shoulder on one of the astral express couches, dan heng is just happy to be there with you

whenever you finish trailblazing on whatever new world you landed on, you and dan heng make a conscious effort to take a walk somewhere or visit a local spot together. his favorite place was on some tropical planet where the two of you stood with your feet sinking in the sand and watched the sunset

gepard landau ✶

words of affirmation! while gepard hears praise from the citizens of belabog all day and night, it’s really most meaningful to him when it comes from you. he works hard to protect the city, and his favorite reward is you telling him that he did a good job, that you’re proud of him, and (most importantly to him) that you feel a little bit safer because of his efforts

it’s not just words of affirmation for his work as captain of the silvermane guards that he likes; he craves praise for more mundane things like cooking a good dinner for the two of you, helping clean the house, hanging a painting you bought. just thank him and tell him he did a good job and he’s melted into a puddle  

sampo koski ✶

physical touch! you would assume it’s gift giving and receiving at first, but i feel that, because sampo does a lot of “trading” on a regular basis to make money, he would associate that more with business. it’s not to say you two don’t give each other little baubles and trinkets and gifts, but sampo values the simple intimacy of physical touch: holding hands, a warm hug, a kiss. there’s nothing but trust in your embrace

sampo’s not shy to initiate physical touch but definitely get a little flustered when you do it first. probably tries to make some joke that falls way too flat but makes you giggle a little nonetheless. as smooth a talker as sampo is, he’s got something of soft heart under those many, many layers of deviousness  

welt yang ✶

acts of service! welt is probably one of the busiest people out there and he’s basically in charge of three children (one responsible one and two who share a brain cell between them) as well as with many other tasks and affairs relating to trailblazing, the astral express, and everything in between so anything you do to help him de-stress is appreciated, even if it’s just brewing him his favorite tea and bringing it over while he’s doing reports

you can also definitely try to help welt with the bigger administrative tasks he has but expect pushback. he doesn’t want to burden you with his work but if you press him just a little more, he’ll back down (slightly) and let you do the least labor-intensive job

march 7th ✶

physical touch! march likes to be in-contact with you whenever you’re together (which is admittedly a lot). her favorite things to do are hold your hand or slip her arm through yours as you walk and, when you’re just lounging around the astral express, she loves cuddling with you in her room or on one of the express’s nice couches

she’s a sucker for you playing with her hair too; her back against your chest, running your hands through it, braiding it, massaging her scalp. she’s bound to get drowsy and fall asleep, no matter how much she insists she won’t when you tease her about it. (dan heng also thanks you for putting march to sleep so he can, in his words, “have a moment of peace”)

himeko ✶

acts of service! like welt, himeko has a ton of responsibility navigating the express and taking care of all the passengers on the train. she’s a tad more relaxed than welt, but himeko still is often wrapped up in some new business or in making repairs and improvements to the train where she can. she really loves when you volunteer to help her with repairs, acting as her assistant and handing her all the tools and supplies she needs

she also appreciates when you just keep her company in the navigation room (lowkey her second love language is quality time) and has a fun time rattling off fun facts about planets and constellations and everything that you pass and watching your eyes light up in wonder and admiration

[vannies]

malewife..? ft. HSR MEN

synopsis: what if the roles were reversed? you’re hard at work and these men take care of you when you’re home? <3

characters: jing yuan + blade + gepard ☆ gender-neutral reader

warnings: fluffy fluff fluff! | use of pet names ; ex. darling, my love, my everything, dear | possibly ooc but like.. you’re the worker here!

note: idk if anyone has done this yet.. might do this again with hsr powerful women but idk ^_^

w/c: 800+

✧ JING YUAN

the dozing general.

that’s what you were always remembered as. but you couldn’t help it, you just got so bored and tired of all the papers piling up in your office, who wouldn’t fall asleep? the only reason why you always finish your work in the end was so you could go back home to your sweet husband, jing yuan.

today was a particularly difficult day. you were stressed from all the staff begging you to do something about the missing papers for a new project.. but you simply told them it was too annoying! and went straight back home.

“i’m home, my love.”

jing yuan frantically appeared at the doorway, pulling you into a tight hug. he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how badly he missed you today and about how he cooked dinner for the both of you. wow..? him..? cooking dinner? must’ve been a miracle.

he put his hands on your shoulders, “how has your day been, dear?” all you could do was sigh and told him how annoyed you were, wishing it was possible to step down from your position.

he listened to every little word you had to say as you ranted and ranted. and as time passed, you slowly started to gather at the table with him. jing yuan sets up the food, bringing in some lovely dishes you didn’t know he could even create with those hands of his. you took your first bite into a promising looking steak. surprisingly, it was so good!

“wow, jing yuan! where did you get this recipe? this just made my day!”

he chuckles, smiling widely as he sees you genuinely enjoy it. giving you a cute kiss on the forehead, he tells you his answer.

“where’d i get it? i got it from youtube, my love.. yanqing showed me the video, telling me i should make it for you.”

✧ BLADE

oh wow. surely, you didn’t expect an outcome like this. a stellaron hunter being caught for two days? how embarrassing. thankfully kafka rescued you in time! but there was just one problem..

your husband, blade, hasn’t gotten a word from you ever since your capture. you worry for him, since kafka told you that she didn’t contact him throughout these 42 agonizing hours. instead of filing your report to your boss like always after a mission is complete, you immediately rush home.

running into your house and screaming from the living room, “blade! blade? i’m so sorry- i didn’t mean to get caught like that.. i-“

you could feel it. your lover’s hands slowly sliding to your waist, pulling you into a hug. his hands always fit perfectly. blade buried his head into the crook of your neck, and you can feel his breath.. slow and steady, as if he wasn’t at all affected by your short departure.

“i know.. i’ve known that this would’ve happened. just be careful next time, i’m just happy you’re okay.” he sighs, somehow pulling you deeper into his body as his lips catch onto yours.

all that you could manage out was a small whisper of his name, tears threatening to swell at your eyes. it’s only been such a short amount of time, but you truly couldn’t live without this man.

he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the couch, “rest, darling. i can bake a few sweets for you.”

✧ GEPARD

ah.. being captain of the silvermane guards was not an easy task. maintaining peace throughout the entire city everyday..? sign me out.. thankfully gepard landau has always been here to support you, motivating you to continue your work for him. you’re glad, glad to protect this city. but, you are even more glad to protect this precious being.

gepard wipes off the sweat from his forehead, a heavy exhale follows. he turns around and jumps at the sight of you home so early.

“ah! you’re home early.. you still have 2 hours left of your shift!” you tell him it’s alright, and that you just really wanted to see him. “ah.. is that so?” he says, “then you can see the surprise that i’ve prepared today!”

slowly walking to the table, gepard suddenly whips out a book in front of you. “tada!” he exclaims, “it’s full of all of our memories together!”

excitedly, you flip through the pages. ah! it’s when he proposed to you! and oh god, its a lovely family photo of the both of you with serval and lynx.. how sweet. was this all for you?

“i hope you like it..” gepard blushes, and inches his hands near yours. you notice, and grab him, pulling his hands up to cup his own cheeks.

“i love it, you’re my everything. i’m so lucky to come home to you everyday. i promise to work hard!” and with that, you seal that vow with a kiss.

[uwuyangeppie]

the quiz outcome drabbles

as requested by @anonboyhalo now with formatting! yippee!

take the quiz here

stalking

Whether you're with no friends or ten, Gepard is undeterred. You are important to him. Words don't even begin to DESCRIBE how important you are to him, so he dedicates every resource he has to keeping an eye on you. Be it criminal or monster or even just a creepy man on the street, your every move is recorded, etched in his mind.

Bronya can't keep an eye on every command he gives to the guards, but he still chose his words carefully. After all, even the slightest hint of suspicion could make everything go very wrong, very fast. Even if he can't watch you personally, you rarely, if ever, go outside the city limits, and so you're always in the gaze of his guards, all who will report to him at the end of their shift.

Gepard is still trying to work on fixing the broken bonds between them and the Underground though, so don't go there just yet, okay? He has no idea what he'd do if he couldn't see you anymore.

killing

Oh dear… another one has acted out again, huh?

Not flirting with you is an unspoken rule in the Silvermane Guards. It only took a couple of them to start putting the pieces together. Anyone that spent their time touching you, making you laugh, making you blush, just going a little too far… all ended up mysteriously dead. Well, it isn't mysterious- the blame is always, ALWAYS placed on the fragmentum monsters.

Another man that Gepard Landau just couldn't get to in time.

It's starting to wear on his performance record a little, but some men swear they've see a satisfied smirk on his face after the cause of death has been announced. This silent rule that they all follow, even going so far as to drag new recruits away from you.

Nobody wants to end up as the next victim to a "Fragmentum Monster".

theft

His work keeps him busy. Whether he's in a meeting, poorly drawing wanted posters, or spending time in the Restricted Zone, he's always busy with something. It's a miracle that Gepard managed to fall for you in the first place, given that he barely sees you to start with. But damn, he does, and he just keeps missing you, again and again and again.

So whenever he gets a chance, something of yours will disappear without a trace. He's partial to your clothes; things that smell of you the best. Something that'll bring your smiling face to mind. That'll make him feel like you're there with him, be it in his bedroom or his tent. You'd ask the guards to investigate, but it's embarrassing to share, especially when most of it seems to be your dirty underwear…

This can't go on forever, though. At some point, he'll have to move on from stealing your things to stealing your heart. You know, as long as you don't figure out the culprit behind all your missing stuff first.

kidnapping

Look at you, getting into scrapes and accidents all the time. You would've broken your wrist if Gepard hadn't been there to catch you! And as much as he reminds you to be careful, his touch lingering on you a little too long every time, you never are. He follows the path of Preservation. His job is to protect- and there will never be a safer place for you than his house.

His breaking point is when you go down the Underground. Sure, you came out fine, but what about next time? The time after that? He can't keep you safe if you're down there, and don't think he hasn't noticed that you're avoiding him.

There's no place better than with him, he tells you upon your awakening. This does not soothe your emotions as much as he hoped it would.

manipulation

For generations, the Landau Family has been tasked with serving the Supreme Guardian. This path was laid out for Gepard before he was even born, and so of course he's always followed it. This has come with some benefits- He's seen as trustworthy, as strong. He comes from a reputable family, he has a high rank, and he's kept Belobog safe for years on end. He's clever with his words, finding loopholes in order to get what he wants. And he wants YOU.

He mentions you to Serval a couple of times, who concocts her own plan to hook you two up. You fall prey to his image and his sweet talk, brushing off your friends when they say there's something off about him. How could there be? It's Gepard!

It's easily the safest way to enter a relationship with him, but you can't help but think that there might've been some truth to your friends' concerns when he tries to convince you that spending time with that black-haired boy from the Astral Express is bad.

[antimatterz]

coffee and confessions

gepard landau x gn!reader (ft. wingman serval)

the coffee wasn't amazing, but the guy behind the counter was | modern barista au

content under the cut | masterlist

there was this particular coffee shop in town you always visited.

the coffee wasn't particularly good, the interior wasn't anything special, it attracted noisy students since it was close to a campus, you had to ride a bus to get there, and maybe it was a little bit overpriced. all with all, it was not necessarily your favorite, yet you were certain you were one of their most loyal customers.

and it was all because of that stupidly handsome and adorable blonde guy who worked there.

you happened to stumble across the coffee shop by accident, decided to go inside since you craved your iced americano, and momentarily forgot what you came for when you laid eyes on a handsome blondie behind the counter.

not your smoothest moment, but he too struggled with his words and it was so obvious he couldn't manage to look you in the eyes without blushing like a madman. it was pretty hard to place an order when you both acted like starstruck fools, as you suddenly failed to remember your go-to order while he fumbled with the cup and marker in his hands.

well, eventually you somehow managed to fulfill this simple task and so did he, and you had taken a seat in the far back of the coffee shop to cool down a little. it was in that very moment that you decided to visit more often, and even the somewhat watery coffee didn't change your mind.

by now, all the employees knew your name and greeted you like an old friend. you even knew some of theirs, but curses, you didn't know the name of the stunning blondie and you were too shy to ask – you were eternally stuck in the stage of blushing and stuttering around each other and it didn't look like you would get beyond that anytime soon.

your visits were filled with stolen glances, flushed cheeks, his adorable voice crack when he nervously called your name every time your coffee was ready. he was freaking handsome but so so cute at the same time. you never really considered your ideal type, but this guy made you make up your mind. god, you could ramble on and on about him forever, as you always did while sipping away on your americano in the far back of the tiny coffee shop.

with your face resting on the palm of your hand and your elbow propped up on the wooden surface of the table, you followed his movements as blondie prepared another order. occasionally he'd look up, catch your gaze and shyly look away immediately after, leaving you both blushing madly. today was just another visit filled with mutual pining. nothing out of the ordinary.

or so you thought.

as you waited for your iced americano, you mindlessly scrolled through your socials – because your cheeks were beet red after blondie caught you staring at him not-so-discreetly and you didn't want anyone else to see your flustered state. but the sound of footsteps approaching you had you looking up, and you found serval – one of the employees you knew the name of – at your table with a paper cup in her hand.

"here's your iced americano, y/n," she stated politely, but instead of putting it down and walking away, she leaned over the table with a sly smile. "okay, this has been going on for ages and it's getting frustrating to watch so i'll tell you this."

you gazed at the girl in confusion, your cheeks heating up again because come on, this could only regard one matter. you and blondie had been so obvious, of course the other employees noticed. this girl was about to confront you, wasn't she? you weren't sure if you were prepared for that.

"t-tell me what?" you asked, pretending to play dumb.

"the blond guy you're so obviously head-over-heels for? that's my brother," serval explained with a knowing smirk. "and he totally has a thing for you."

for a moment, your brain sought an escape and focused on the wrong piece of information; serval and blondie were siblings? not that it really surprised you, now that you paid attention to it they had a striking resemblance. but under her expectant gaze, her other words suddenly dawned upon you.

for starters, she knew about your infatuation with blondie. not that you ever made any efforts to hide it, but still... and he also had a thing for you? you struggled to properly process her words, and your eyes shifted to the guy behind the counter. there he stood, face buried in his hands to hide his flustered state. he probably knew all too well what his sister was up to.

"was it that obvious?" you asked, which was a very rhethorical question. of course it had been obvious from the start, from the very first day where you both suffered a total malfunction upon meeting each other. it was foolish to think no one would notice, and it was only a matter of time before someone would speak up about it.

well, that day seemed to have arrived.

"painfully so," serval nodded. "but geppie is a chicken and so are you apparently, so i decided it was time to help you out a little. he's probably coming over to apologize for my behavior as soon as i leave you, so thank me later, okay?"

and with that, the girl flashed you a grin and walked away. you watched her as she went back behind the counter, patting blondie's shoulder with a sly smile still curving her lips. the guy's lips moved as he said something to her, and then his eyes darted to you. you quickly looked away and wondered, would he really come over? and if so, what would you do?

surely, another set of footsteps approached you. you didn't look up, buy it wasn't hard to guess that it was indeed blondie had approached you. there was a moment of hesitation before the chair opposite of you was pulled backward and the male sat down. now you finally gazed up, and your poor heart skipped a beat when his ocean eyes found yours. he visibly gulped, and you could tell he was struggling to not give in and look away. no, he fought to keep your eyes locked, and heat rose up to your cheeks.

"h-hi," you greeted him, your voice a few octaves higher than usual.

"h-hey, y/n," blondie greeted back, before a breathy chuckle escaped his lips. "i'm sorry, it's probably very rude to call you by your name while you don't even know mine. i'm gepard."

"oh, that's why serval called you geppie," you laughed, evenly as awkward as blondie – or gepard, as you could now call him.

"ah," gepard breathed out, his eyes flashing to his sister who innocently waved at you from behind the counter. then he redirected his gaze back to you. "uhm, what did she tell you?"

now you had various options. brush it off as nothing, tell him something incoherent, or speak the truth – which would not only expose him but also yourself. but in all honesty, what would it hurt to say the truth? it was so obvious that you were into each other, what was the point in hiding any longer? maybe this was the moment to be bold and brave. after all, now was the first time you met him without a counter separating you. weren't you secretly waiting for this?

serval gave you an opportunity.

you were stupid if you'd let it go.

"she told me you have a thing for me," you spoke up, feigning confidence. "is that true?"

the poor gepard nearly choked on his breath, looking at you with widened eyes. he opened his mouth to say something, but words refused to flow. instead, the deepest shade of crimson you'd seen so far crept up his neck and he had to avert his gaze.

"i-it's true," he admitted, releasing a shaky breath as if to calm himself. "i had no idea she would actually tell you, though i'm not really surprised either. it's such a serval-thing to do. i'm sorry."

"don't be sorry, dummy," you laughed, a weight falling off your shoulders now that the truth was out. feeling bold, you reached out over the table to place your hand atop of his. "i have a thing for you just as much."

"really?" gepard chimed, and his ocean eyes lit up.

"yeah, uhm, i didn't come here for the coffee, if you get what i mean," you confessed hesitantly.

the guy laughed, still nervous but by far not as tight anymore. the relief was blatantly obvious, and his entire demeanor seemed to relax a little.

"you came here just to see me?" he asked, disbelief lacing his voice.

"basically, yes," you nodded, smiling shyly. "maybe it's weird but –"

"no, no. it isn't," gepard quickly reassured you. "it's adorable, actually."

a silence followed, and you both took the opportunity to rearrange your thoughts and process what was happening. after weeks, months even, of pining after each other from afar, you were finally talking. it was as if you were dreaming, especially since gepard was even more stunning from up close and he had the prettiest smile and he was adorably shy and it felt amazing to have this moment with him. and it was all thanks to serval.

"my shift is almost over," the male spoke up after a while. "do you... do you want to go on a date with me tonight? y-you know, to officially get to know each other? staring at each other only does so much."

"staring at each other from afar already made me like you this much," you confessed with a giggle. "imagine what a date would do."

"oh, i'll sweep you off your feet," gepard promised, his confident words a stark contrast with his mellow smile.

"you already did, silly," you laughed, your hand still on top of his. "but yes, i'll wait for you. maybe you should head back to work now? serval is looking at us suspiciously."

gepard shot his sister a look, and the girl quickly turned around and continued what she was doing, but you didn't miss the knowing smile on her face.

"you're right, i should go back," the guy nodded, pushing himself off the chair as he rose to his feet. he offered you a smile. "i won't be long, y/n."

you watched him leave with a dreamy sigh, unable to stop the foolish smile that curved your lips. though you had often daydreamed about the handsome blond guy behind the counter, this went beyond what you had ever dared to hope for. you learned his name, got to admire his adorable smile up close, and he asked you out on a date. your mood was elated.

it were no longer stolen glances full of longing that were exchanged from across the coffee shop, but knowing smiles that were shy yet filled with glee. and serval? she finally looked satisfied.

you really had to thank her.

[deathbxnny]

hello!! may i request gepard,welt,blade and danheng with a sirin like reader?? (platonic since sirin is 13-14 years old in the second eruption comic)

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A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for the cute request! I love Sirin so much! So I made the reader into a kid, because the idea was too cute!<33

Content: Reader is a troubled child, fluff, platonic relationships, fluff, angst if you squint so hard that you nearly close your eyes, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Welt Yang

Ah yes, another troubled child to add to his ever growing adoption list. No seriously, this man has taken care of way too many of them and you are just another easy addition for him.

With that said, your somewhat troubling and bratty attitude does not affect him in the slightest and he doesn't even really react to it either. Instead, he redirects you to more productive and healthy ways of letting out your anger, even if your stubborn and defiant at first.

He'll listen to anything you tell him and tries his best to be a fatherly figure to you. He gives you anything you need and want, as long as you behave yourself accordingly. With time, you'll even find yourself healing from all the things that caused you to end up this way in the first place and appreciate Welt more.

So yeah, an easy task for him.

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》Gepard Landau

He's admittedly a little overwhelmed at first, which is why he seeks help from Serval for you. Your brattiness and unwillingly to cooperate is met by kindness and patience from the captain, which just fustrates and confuses you more, until you eventually just give up.

Once you do, things seem to get even better for you with him. He's willing to provide you with everything you want and makes sure you're always healthy. When he's at the frontlines, he sends you alot of letter and entrusts you to Servals care. He becomes like an older brother to you and you find yourself missing him whenever he leaves, which you'd never admit out loud.

Soon enough, you allow yourself to just be taken care of by him. He makes you feel protected and loved, something you always craved to feel. And so you begin to heal and turn into the child you were always meant to be, Gepard always supporting everything you do unconditionally.

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》Blade

Honestly the worst person on the list to give a child, especially a troubled and bratty one at that. But alas, he seems to be stuck with you, so he at first took it a little too lightly and thought that his scary and intimidating looks may do the trick in keeping you calm. But unfortunately that didn't work out the way he thought it would and just made you behave worse, which is when he decided to begrudgingly ask Kafka for help.

Soon enough, he learned that he had to change his ways a little to be able to deal with you properly and so he began just training you in order to give you some discipline. At first, you were very defiant and disinterested, until you started enjoying the attention and company he gave you. He quickly became a mentor of some sort and noticed how you began listening to him more as time went on, which he was very pleased with.

He will never admit it, but he won't let anyone hurt you now. You somehow warmed his cold and dead heart and made yourself a soft spot for him over time. He shows that by protecting and caring for you in his own stubborn ways. Seeing you have a childhood he never really got to have, satisfies him more than any battle could.

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》Dan Heng

He's unsure of how to handle you and your attitude at first, so he just decides to just... not. He'll just sit in his room with you in his line of sight and do his work, whilst you give him your stubborn silent treatment. Works for him, he supposes.

But soon enough, the loneliness creeps in and you find yourself beginning to warm up to the man slowly. He acknowledges that you are just a very troubled child and is willing to listen to you, as long as you treat him with equal respect. Eventually, he'll let you sit next to him as you both go through the many archives together and he teaches you about many new things. He finds enjoyment in seeing your child-like wonder and therefore just overloads you with information until you fall asleep on his shoulder.

Life is so serene and calm with him, that it's easy to heal from your past. You find yourself beginning to mirror his calmness and nonchalant attitude, always listening to his words in hope of getting more knowledge, as he takes care of you. He learned how to enjoy life more through you and guesses, that fate has blessed him with you for that reason. You can count on him to protect you, that's for sure.

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A/N: I hope this was okay! It was honestly so cute to write about, so thank you again for the request!<33

[keyotos]

hi!! congrats on 200!! for someone who's writing is so sweet and tender you deserve it!! on that note can i request a gepard fic related to valentine by laufey? it doesn't have to take place on valentines day ! tysm and congrats again ♪

valentine

summary ⎯ you spend valentine’s day with gepard and strong feelings for the captain.

tags ⎯ fluff. reader is a waiter/waitress in the underworld.

tana’s words ⎯ thank u for the compliment lovely!! i set up this fic during valentine’s day if u didn’t mind 😭

keyotos music event

valentine’s day in the underworld was not exactly the busiest day for waitresses. after the gates have opened for the underworld, many rushed to the overworld to purchase gifts for their significant others, having missed the opportunity for the past decade.

that leads you to be in the restaurant with one other person, none other than the overworld’s sworn protector himself: captain gepard landau.

you thought that, as a captain, he would have better things to do than to lounge around with you on the least busiest day in the restaurant. alas, he is with you anyway, helping you clean dishes in plain clothes.

“are you sure you don’t have anything better to do?” you asked, doubt plaguing your voice. you handed gepard a clean plate as he dried it off.

“no,” he dried the plate, placing it in a cabinet, “but i do think helping you is a task of most importance.” he checked his reflection in the mirror, unbeknownst to you.

“pitying me, captain?” you turned to him, looking straight into his eyes.

gepard’s eyes darted to the plate you were carrying, “just helping a friend.” he wasn’t going to admit how he felt his heart ache at the mention of you as merely a friend.

the thing was, gepard didn’t regard you as just a friend. he knew the extent of his emotions: he realized he had been crushing on your for quite a while. immediately, he consulted with serval, who told him that, “love happens naturally. you’ll know when.”

secretly, gepard could not wait for when. his feelings for you traversed through various miles across belobog. hence, why he’s here with you today.

you couldn’t deny how your heart fell at the mention of you being a friend. there was a part of you, a very small part (big part), of you that dreamed for gepard. the countless nights and evenings he would spend in the restaurant. when he’d walk you to your house at night, acting like your personal guard. when he would stay if you asked. little, tiny, nearing domestic acts of love that made you swoon.

but no matter how much you wanted him, there was also no way in hell he would ever want you back. gepard was a caring person, one who literally fought for the good of the people. the acts of domesticity could also be acts of kindness.

needless to say, the two of you seemed hopeless.

“friend, huh?” you raised an eyebrow, trying to coax a sign that you and gepard were more than friends.

“yeah,” gepard wanted to kick himself. he was 100% sure you had just given him an opportunity to confess. “why? did you think we were something else?” his voice lifted an octave, as if he was scared of your answer.

you paused. you could say what you needed to say: you had developed feelings for him and you want to be more than friends. but the thought of rejection loomed over the both of you, it’s shadow casting doubt on your feelings.

so you chose to joke, “i thought we were enemies.”

gepard was not expecting that. he chuckled, genuinely and wholeheartedly. then, he had an idea. he grabbed one of your washed bowls and smirked, “i think i found a quicker way of drying these.”

you, unaware of his plans, turned to him obliviously, “really?”

“yes,” gepard started to shake the wet bowl in your vicinity, splashing you with small drops of water. there was water all over your face, shirt, and hair.

“what was that for?!” you asked, tone filled with shock and a hint of mischief.

“we’re enemies, of course,” gepard’s lips struggled to not rise at the sight of your shock. he placed the bowl into the cabinet with nonchalance.

however, his facade would soon fade, as the next thing that he sees is water directly hitting his face.

for a restaurant worker, you had aim that could possibly surpass some of his guards.

you laughed manically as you hosed him down with the sink’s hose. gepard yelped, trying to dodge your vicious attacks. usually, his guard wouldn’t be down as much; he would never get hit like this in the battlefield. but he’s not in the battlefield, rather, he’s with you: somewhat safe and sound.

you scanned the kitchen for any sights of gepard. he was captain of the guards for a reason: his stealth was unmatched, which is terrifying, because the kitchen you two were in was particularly small.

with your hands on the trigger of the hose, you move in a circle, trying to catch the sneaky captain. it wasn’t until you felt strong arms wrap around your waist that you knew you had fallen for his trap.

you squeezed the trigger out of surprise, water spraying everywhere. mostly on you though, as the water spraying above you managed to splash its way onto you and gepard.

the kitchen was filled with your light-hearted shouts, accompanied with gepard’s airy laughter. by the time gepard had let you go, the both of you were entirely drenched, the kitchen was filled with water, and there was a wet spot on the ceiling.

you shoved your wet hair away from your face. gepard thought you were the most beautiful person in the world, even if you looked like a wet dog. “the chef’s gonna pissed,” you laughed.

your chests were heaving, breathing slightly shallow. it took a moment for the thoughts of what you two just did to sink in: gepard held you up in the air for two minutes, you two had a water fight, and the kitchen was wrecked.

yet, you felt little remorse for what you did. your expression was blissful and carefree. you had a smile plastered on your face, your giggles lighting the room up.

gepard, being the ever-so responsible one, advised, “we should get dry. it'll get cold.” though he sounded serious, the slight glint in his eyes and curved lips gave him away. he had just as much fun as you did.

you led him upstairs, where there was a lovely fireplace already waiting for the both of you. gepard sat down (much to his resistance) as you gathered a few blankets for you two. once you two got comfortable, you draped a blanket around him.

“what about you?” gepard frantically took off the blanket, “you’ll be cold.”

“i’ve had worse days. besides, you’re belobog’s protector. if you were to fall to sickness, what would belobog do?” you held your hand to your forehead, imitating a fainting citizen, “you need it more than me.”

“nonsense. we’ll share,” gepard blurted. registering what he had just said, gepard avoided your gaze, not wanting to suffer embarrassment’s wrath.

the thought of sharing a blanket with gepard, the thought of being so close to gepard, brought a fluttering feeling to your stomach. it felt as though you w ⎯ere still buzzing from previously, now that the past adrenaline has worn off, anyway. but now, being fully aware of all your actions, was it a good decision to be so close to him?

you had no experience in crushes: this was entirely new to you. how would gepard react? would be tense up? relax? you gulped, scared of facing him. however, when you noticed his eyes avert yours once again, you had come to a revelation: gepard is just as much shy about this as you are.

you crawl closer to him, getting under the blanket. the two of you were thigh-to-thigh, shoulder-to-shoulder. you noticed that gepard changed his breathing pattern to match yours, and you didn’t know whether to be flattered our scared. what does that even mean??

“are we going to have to clean up soon?” gepard mustered up the courage to look at you.

“nah,” you shrugged. you were so close to gepard that he could feel the way your shoulders moved. “they won’t be back until⎯ tomorrow? two days?”

“they just left you here to clean up?” gepard furrowed his eyebrows, eyes glued to you, awaiting your answer.

“no,” you sighed, resting your head on your knees, “they had their own valentine’s day plans. they were gonna save the cleaning for later, but since i’m doing nothing, i offered.”

“you didn’t have any plans for valentine’s day?” gepard asked in a soft voice.

you shook your head, not wanting to say the words out loud. it seemed pathetic and sad that you were alone on a day where everyone had someone to run to. and yet, you were here, sopping wet against a fireplace.

but at least you weren’t alone. you had gepard with you. however, you may as well be alone, because there is a high chance that gepard would not reciprocate your feelings.

you look like a kicked puppy, gepard thought. if only you knew that, whenever he is here with you, you would never be alone. if only you knew the extent of his feelings for you: how he traversed through belobog just to see your face; how he made sure to align his schedule with yours; how he ignored his paperwork just to see you. maybe then, you would realize that you weren’t alone, because he was right there with you.

just by looking at your expression, gepard felt your pain. trying to ease it, his fingers gently slid through your wet hair, tucking it behind your ear so he could get a full look at your face.

your face was buzzing with his fingertips slightly brushing it. the way he was so gentle with your hair made you melt. your heart leaped from your chest, pounding incredibly hard.

your silence worried gepard, “was that,” he cleared his throat, trying to regain some sliver of confidence, “okay?”

“yeah,” you whispered breathlessly. you eyed gepard’s look at the moment. his hair was flat, nearly getting in the way of his eyes. he looked like a drenched cat, and when you imagined it, you couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped from your lips.

“what is it?” gepard tilted his head, resembling a cat even further. you had to bite down on your lip to prevent yourself from laughing.

“nothing, you're just pretty,” you had meant to say, 'pretty cat-like,' but the words slipped from your mouth. realization struck and your eyebrows reached the top of your forehead, cheekings warming up. "i'm so sorry! that was unprofessional, and," you shuddered, "so unbecoming," you let out an embarrassed laugh.

gepard laughed, finding delight in your flustered state. he had never seen you so ruffled before, and the sight was certainly amusing. the compliment did make him blush though.

he wasn't going to let this compliment linger. "speak for yourself," his fingers reached out to caress your jaw. the contact made you go silent, your rapid breathing being the only thing to fill up the space between you and gepard.

gepard's eyes danced around you: they studied the way you smiled, adored the carefree expression that you possessed. it baffled him that you did not have a significant other. everything about you is deserving of one: your personality is divine, even if it could be crude at times; you always found a way to care for others, even in the darkest of nights; and you were angelic, celestial, even.

i'm glad you didn't have any plans today, gepard thought.

"what?" your eyes widened, eyebrows slightly shooting up on your face. redness washed over gepard's face: he had been thinking out loud. out of all the times where this could've happened to him, why did it have to happen now?

"um, how am i supposed to take that?" you asked again, confused on by what he meant with his statement. glad that you were alone today? was he planning something nefarious? no, he's the captain. but still. your paranoid underworld mind got the best of you.

"i⎯" gepard shoved his face into his hands, heart racing and cheeks reddening, "i meant⎯what i was trying to say was⎯shit." gepard lost his train of thought. perhaps you were rubbing off on him, as he would never say such profanities before he met you.

"i guess⎯i think⎯i mean, i know. wait. that's not right," gepard continued. just watching him grovel over this small matter was an adorable sight. but it was also pitiful to see him like this.

"gepard," you placed a hand on his shoulder, "be honest. did you mean it in a bad way or a good way?"

"good!" he immediately burst out, "i meant well. i'm terribly sorry if i offended you," he rested his head on one of his hands, "i just wanted to say that i like spending time with you. alone."

"i really like being alone with you," gepard took a deep breath, "i really like you." gepard then focused his attention on tracing random patterns on your hand rather than on you. he didn't want to face you in the scenario that you dismiss him.

your face felt like it was on fire. you pinched yourself with the hand gepard was not tracing patterns on, thinking that this was a dream. this was too good to be true. the silvermane captain, having feels for you? the thought was unfathomable; it made you wonder if he had just said that because he had nothing else to say.

over the course of time, you found yourself falling head-over-heels for this man. you didn't even know what you wanted to do yet. but what you did know was that you've fallen, hard. even so, was there even a possibility where he felt the same?

"are you being serious?" you whispered, tone filled with doubt.

gepard removed his attention from your hand and looked up at you. out of all the things you could’ve said, this shocked him the most. did you believe you weren’t worthy of his time? his attention? his love?

“of course i was being serious,” he looked into your eyes, stare filled with intensity. “why would i not be?”

“why would you fall for me?” you scoffed at the thought. “surely there are better people waiting for you up in the surface.”

“but they aren’t you,” gepard replied at rapid speed. he leaned in closer to emphasize his message, “you are what i want. everything about you captivates me. you consume my thoughts while i’m at work, you drive me mad with feelings. there’s no one i would want but you.”

well. the captain really knows how to make someone swoon.

“really?” you question, scrunching your brows. your eyes look for any indication of deceit or exaggerations.

gepard put his hands on yours once more. he tucks stray pieces of wet hair behind your shoulder. slowly, he leans into you, “i mean it with all my heart.”

you couldn’t take it anymore. you couldn’t hear him say all these sweet and romantic words without wanting to combust. so, in an effort to make him shut up, you press your lips onto his in a feverish way.

gepard lets out a small and quiet groan at how quickly you moved onto him. his hand that was originally placed on your hand traveled up to your cheek, holding the soft skin in his hands. the way he kept caressing your cheek made you kiss him more passionately.

when you run your hands through his wet hair, you feel gepard’s lips press deeper into yours. you felt hotter and hotter the more times you two collided, and it was not because of the fire. hands running through each others’ hair, soft but haste touches all over each others’ body, and lips continuously locking: this lasted for about two minutes.

when you two pulled away from your frenzied kiss, gepard placed his hand on the back of your head. he pulled you into an embrace, hand still resting on your head.

“what’s this for?” you smiled into his chest.

“just cold,” he lied.

“really?” you looked up at him, narrowing your eyes playfully, “after all of that?”

gepard pushed your head back down into his chest, “maybe.” he couldn’t hide his smile when he felt your laugh reverberate in his chest.

and thus, your long years of not having a valentine have ended. now, you hope to have the same one forever: captain gepard landau.

[burned-out-match]

gepard thoughts <3

Imagine being a bookkeeper for the silvermane guards. Like... working in Bronya's office or something after the whole 'saving Belobog' situation.

Imagine being an important librarian for sorting archives, reviewing historical documents, maybe even proofreading and transcribing or translating.

So you've been working under the silvermane for a very long time. Cocolia never really acknowledged you since your work is behind the scenes. But Bronya... Bronya appreciates your hard work and decides to brag about you every once in a while.

So Captain Gepard confidently strides into Bronya's office, requesting access to some sort of legal policy for review (since changes are happening because of the overworld joining the underworld). So he asks 'Lady Bronya' and she chuckles, insisting that he doesn't need to use formalities. So the young captain sheepishly apologizes.

"Seeing as I've been requested to join [insert some fancy colleage] in only a few minutes, I'll pass your question to our head librarian, Y/N." Bronya leads Gepard over to your desk. There you sit, reading over some archives and completely unaware of the presence of others due to your interest in the task at hand. Bronya lets out a gentle 'ahem' and you look up.

"Oh! Lady Bronya... how may I assist you? I was just looking over some of our old legalities, and I can't believe some of the blatant prejudice displayed towards those in the underground! I mean-"

You notice the man standing next to her. Is that... Captain Landau?

"Y/N, I would like to officially introduce you to Captain Gepard."

Bronya gestures to the young man and he nods politely. He's smiling gently, and you swear you can see a blush on his face.

Little do you know, Gepard recognizes you almost immediately. He's seen you around Belobog and is distracted from his duties every time. He's finally meeting you. He's finally meeting the person that stops to speak with everyone in the city to greet them and wish them well... the person that is so undeniably kind, and so undeniably attractive.

Of course, Gepard would never admit that, but he stares at you whenever he sees you. Everything from the color of your hair in the sunlight to the way you carry yourself with such confidence is just... enchanting to him.

He's knocked out of his daydreaming when you get up from your desk and walk over to him. You're so much lovelier up close...

"Hello! I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Gepard!"

You smile so brightly... so beautifully... that Gepard feels the wind rush out of his lungs. The ever-stoic captain is lost for words.

"H-hello, Y/N... *ahem* I was... um-"

Bronya, of course, notices his behavior and excuses herself.

Gepard knows that this is going to take a while.

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title: this time, it's my turn pairing(s): gepard landau, reader characters: gepard landau, serval landau, reader word count: 12k synopsis: his concerns arise from a sense of reliance on your support. however, he remains unaware of the fact that you share similar sentiments and also perceive your relationship in a mutually supportive manner.

Gepard exhaled a gentle plume of smoke, its wisps curling delicately in the frigid air as he forged ahead across the vast expanse of the snow-laden plains, with his loyal troop faithfully trailing in his wake. He, along with his comrades from the revered Silvermane Guards, has been assigned to the desolate Outlying Snow Plains, entrusted with the crucial task of diligently surveying the surroundings for any unforeseen manifestation of the enigmatic Fragmentum.

In the vigilant area of the Silvermane Guards, a sentinel's keen eye caught wind of disturbing tidings—whispers permeated the air, speaking of an escalating surge in Fragmentum's ominous presence permeating the surrounding locale. Stirred into immediate action, Gepard promptly set forth on a journey to safeguard the cherished residents of Belobog.

A complete week transpired, filled with relentless exploration across the boundless area of the Snow Plains. Throughout their arduous mission, the intrepid members of the Silvermane Guards found themselves face-to-face with formidable fragmentum creatures, engaging them in fierce combat under Gepard's orders and decisive commands.

Remarkably, the courageous soldiers emerged triumphant from each encounter unscathed, with not a single casualty befalling their ranks. The only remnants left behind in the wake of their valiant exploits were the poignant vestiges of battle, testimony to the resolute efforts exerted by the Silvermane Guards in their relentless pursuit of peace and security.

Having valiantly vanquished the peril that plagued Belobog, the passing days marked the culmination of a week-long endeavor for Gepard and his stalwart troop. With no lingering remnants of fragmentum monsters to be found, Gepard, exuding sagacity, decreed their victorious mission at an end, instructing his loyal soldiers to embark on the journey back to the district. The Silvermane Guards bore the weight of responsibility, eager to report their meticulous investigation to the esteemed Supreme Guardian, ensuring the preservation of truth and protecting the city.

Despite Gepard's habitual forays and the fortitude with which they had braved the unforgiving chill beyond the city's walls for countless cycles, the journey back to the district from the expansive Snow Plains stretched out interminably. As far as the eye could discern, an unbroken expanse of snow-draped plains unfurled before them, enveloped in an ethereal shroud of mist, obscuring their vision like an artist's gentle brushstroke blurring a canvas. The road, seemingly endless, meandered relentlessly through this wintry image, with no respite or distraction to captivate their weary gaze. Only the ivory-hued path, buried beneath a thick carpet of snow, provided any semblance of direction, beckoning them forward, each step resonating with a blend of determination and weariness.

Gepard traverses the path ahead, his senses acutely attuned to the ever-present possibility of peril. Despite the triumphant conclusion of their inquiry and the successful elimination of known dangers, a profound sense of caution pervades his every step. No stranger to the capricious nature of their adversaries, Gepard remains keenly aware of the unpredictable forces that may yet rear their heads. Like a sentinel on high alert, he maintains a state of constant vigilance, never allowing complacency to seep into his heart. Thus, with a blend of obstinacy and wariness, he presses on, ready to confront any unforeseen hazards that dare cross his path, ensuring the safety of those under his watchful gaze.

The smoke-like tendrils waft effortlessly through the cold air, gracefully intertwining with the icy atmosphere as Gepard presses forward. Gepard's troop marches behind him, their synchronized footsteps echoing softly against the snowy terrain, leaving faint imprints upon the blanket beneath their feet.

As they move forward, Gepard instantly sees before them a formidable barrier loomed in the shape of fragmentum monsters, obstructing the ceaseless path across the Snow Plains and impeding their journey homeward. Though these creatures paled in comparison to the formidable foes Gepard had encountered in his storied past, their presence was soon overshadowed as the dense mist dissipated, revealing an enormous ice formation meandering in the distance.

Gepard and his comrades freeze in their steps, cautious not to arouse the attention of the menacing creatures blocking their way. Amidst the tense silence, Gepard catches whispers among his troop, contemplating their next course of action. Will they once again plunge into a clash of conflict? How perplexing, for they had believed that their arduous efforts had successfully eradicated every threat lurking within the frigid vastness of the Snow Plains. However, this newfound predicament hints at the possibility that their task was not yet fully accomplished, that remnants of danger still linger about.

Contemplating the gravity of the circumstance, Gepard finds himself immersed in deep reflection. With the path to the district blocked and the safety of Belobog at stake, he arrives at a resolute conclusion: they must once more embrace the strenuous task of engaging with the malevolent monsters. As the esteemed Captain of the Silvermane Guards, his unwavering commitment rests upon the safety of the citizens, and it is incumbent upon him to guide his troop towards victory over their foes. 

In an act of undaunted determination, Gepard's commanding voice reverberates across the tranquil Snow Plains, instantly capturing the attention of his vigilant comrades and even the menacing creatures that lie ahead.

Stepping into his customary role, Gepard assumes his position at the forefront, guiding his devoted comrades with authority. With precise instructions echoing through the air, he orchestrates the intricate formation of his troop, outlining their roles and responsibilities as they prepare to enter the tumultuous dance of battle. 

The menacing monsters, sensing the impending confrontation, hurl themselves forward with unrestrained aggression.

In the clash between fragmentum monsters and the Silvermane guards, the air resounds with the cacophony of clashing spears and thundering gunshots, piercing through the quietude of the surrounding vicinity. Amidst this symphony of battle, Gepard diverges from the fray, his steps leaving imprints upon the snowy road, each one carrying the weight of his determination.

His countenance reflects his resolve, his furrowed eyebrows and tightly pursed lips betraying his steely focus. Raising his chin, he meets the gaze of the colossal ice entity, its imposing presence casting an eerie shadow upon the battlefield. The weight of responsibility settles upon Gepard's shoulders as he takes a firm grip on his weapon, releasing it with a resounding thud that echoes through the freezing air.

With conviction burning in his eyes, Gepard confronts the gigantice ice fragmentum before him, his voice resonating with complete confidence and dignity.

"It is time to eradicate you." His words hang in the air, charged with determination, as the monstrous entity roars, launching itself towards Gepard with unstoppable fury. Swiftly, he raises his weapon, interposing it between himself and the oncoming assault, the clash of their meeting forces ringing out with a thunderous intensity.

The impact reverberates through Gepard's arms, causing a tremor to course through his being, but the indomitable Captain refuses to yield to such trivial setbacks. His battles have taught him the true nature of strife, for he has always stood at the frontlines, leading his troops through every crisis. He knows intimately the hardships that accompany each step taken upon the battlefield, and his spirit remains unyielding, unshaken by the weight of the blow he has endured.

Entrenched within the very core of his being, a deep-seated commitment to protect the city pulses through Gepard's veins, a part of him as intrinsic as his own breath. His relentless dedication to his responsibilities and the principles of his organization is renowned by all. Though he upholds a stringent adherence to rules and even his own moral compass, he carries himself with fixed confidence, boldly asserting that every action he takes is in service of the people and his comrade- in-arms. For Gepard, the pursuit of peace for his beloved city eclipses all other considerations.

With resolute determination, Gepard embraces risks without hesitation, unflinchingly venturing into the face of danger if it means protecting the welfare of the people. To him, the name of Landau holds immense weight and significance, serving as a beacon of inspiration and a constant reminder of the higher purpose he serves. In the name of Belobog, his beloved city, Gepard steels himself to confront any peril that threatens its tranquility, forging ahead undeterred by the unknown, driven solely by his firm dedication to preserving peace and ensuring the safety of all those who call it home.

Amidst the relentless clash between the Silvermane Guards and the dwindling fragmentum monsters, Gepard's unyielding leadership and command continue to drive his troops forward. With each passing moment, the ranks of the menacing creatures diminish, further fueling the determination of the guards to press on, emboldened by their Captain's presence.

Finally, Gepard delivers a decisive, thunderous strike, the force of his blow shattering the gigantic fragmentum monster into fragments that slowly disintegrate into dainty ashes. As the remnants are carried away on the wind, the victorious Captain stands amidst the aftermath, his chest heaving with exertion, a mix of relief and satisfaction coursing through him.

Yet, unbeknownst to Gepard, a hidden threat lurks in the shadows. As he catches his breath, completely unaware of the impending danger, a stealthy fragmentum monster slinks its way closer, poised to launch a surprise attack. One keen-eyed soldier spots the insidious creature, realizing that amidst the chaos of battle, it had eluded their notice. A sense of urgency grips the soldier, knowing that unless swift action is taken, their Captain will take a blow.

Beads of trepidation glisten upon his brows, the soldier’s temples slick with apprehensive sweat, their very hands growing numb with anxiety. The rapid unfolding of events leaves the soldier frozen in place, his mind struggling to process the gravity of the situation. It transpires with such swiftness that comprehension eludes him, rendering him momentarily incapacitated. All he can muster is a feeble warning, urgently uttered in a strained voice.

"Captain Gepard, behind you!"

Gepard's keen ears capture the soldier's voice, the words reverberating through his consciousness like an alarm bell. Startled, he swiftly turns his attention towards the source of the warning, a sliver of disbelief etching its way across his face. Despite his vigilance, this stealthy fragmentum monster had eluded even his astute senses, evading detection in a manner that left him momentarily blindsided.

A surge of realization courses through Gepard's veins, his instincts kicking into overdrive as he becomes acutely aware of the imminent danger lurking behind him. The creature, poised to strike, exudes a malevolent aura that sends a shiver down his spine. In the split seconds before impact, Gepard's mind races, calculating the imminent blow that seems inevitable. He recognizes that he is a mere breath away from being too late to evade or block the impending attack.

Time seems to hang suspended in the air, a fleeting moment of anticipation, as Gepard prepares himself to face the consequences of his delayed reaction. The realization sinks in, a testament to the unpredictable nature of battle, even for a leader as watchful and astute as Gepard himself.

Gepard braced himself, muscles taut and weapon firmly gripped, prepared to absorb the impending blow. But in a twist of fate, a sudden gust of wind swept through the air, its subtle whisper tickling his ears and causing his golden locks to sway with its unseen dance. In that fleeting moment, the threat he had sensed lurking behind him vanished into thin air, leaving him momentarily perplexed.

Slowly, the Captain shifted his body, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings in search of answers. The freezing breeze carried with it the ashes of the defeated monster, wisps of its former existence caught in the invisible currents. Yet, it was not the dissipated remnants alone that drew Gepard's attention; his eyes fixed upon an unexpected sight lying upon the ground—a very familiar arrow, ingrained with a family name he very much knew.

“It is rare for you to be this heedless, Captain Gepard.”

With measured deliberation, the man pivots his head, directing his gaze towards the origin of the voice that had saved him in his moment of danger. The atmosphere hangs in anticipation, punctuated by the hushed cadence of footsteps echoing through the stillness. Each step echoes. The sound of heels clicking on the wintry ground seemingly the sole auditory presence in the ambiance.

Gepard, the stalwart Captain, remains rooted in his position, his firm gaze piercing through the dissipating fog that shrouded the aftermath of the intense battle. With senses attuned, he absorbs every auditory nuance—the crisp sound of heels, accompanied by the gentle crunch of snow beneath their weight. The symphony of sounds guides his attention, leading his eyes to the enigmatic figure emerging from the dissipating mist.

As the figure gradually reveals itself, the familiar colors of white and blue springs into view, the renowned attire of the Silvermane while in hand, a familiar bow rests, matching the hues of the Silvermane uniform.

It's none other than you.

Your stride exudes a captivating combination of grace and confidence, each step purposeful and deliberate. The strands of your hair sway rhythmically with the caress of the wind, framing your face as your piercing eyes lock onto Gepard's ocean ones. A momentary pause graces your approach, your gaze shifting briefly to acknowledge the soldiers standing alongside their esteemed Captain.

As you draw nearer, a stillness settles upon the desolate surroundings, your presence commanding attention. Your journey has brought you to this forsaken place, a sight that puzzles and intrigues Gepard. Curiosity dances in his eyes, eager to unravel the reason for your arrival, yet beneath the veil of curiosity lies a profound concern for your well-being.

Gepard's discerning gaze sweeps over your form, meticulously searching for any telltale signs of the treacherous battles you might have faced along your path. His eyes, sharp and perceptive, analyzing every inch of your being, seeking any hint of injuries or scratches that may indicate a confrontation with the relentless fragmentum monsters. Yet, to his relief, his scrutiny reveals no such evidence.

There are no traces of dirt marring the pristine uniform that adorns your figure, no wrinkles to suggest the turmoil of combat, and not a single tear in sight. Your appearance remains dignified, untarnished by the trials and tribulations that have befallen the snowy expanse. This revelation washes over Gepard, alleviating the concern that had weighed heavily upon him.

He, then, returns his focus on you, entertaining the words that slipped from your mouth.

“I find myself incapable of presenting a valid defense, as the statement in question are undeniably truthful. Evidently, it appears that there are aspects in which I am still deficient or inadequate.”

Gepard's voice carries a tinge of disappointment, his words uttered with a subdued tone that reveals a hint of vulnerability. His gaze shifts downward, the weight of his own perceived shortcomings etched upon his face, enveloping his expression from the world. In that moment, a veil of shame descends upon him, momentarily obscuring the strength and resolve that usually define his character.

The Captain, however, resists the temptation to offer justifications or seek solace in excuses. He refuses to shield himself behind hollow explanations, for he understands that the pillar of vigilance is a cornerstone of their training and ethos. To falter in this attribute would be tantamount to an admission of incompetence—a truth he must confront head-on.

In a heartfelt sentiment, you utter the words. "Your well-being is of paramount importance. As long as you're in good shape, no need to think of such trivial thoughts you conjured in your head." 

The slight curve of your lips forms a barely perceptible smile, a silent reassurance that conveys your relief in his well-being.

With his attention now focused solely on you, Gepard's curiosity finds its voice, and he poses the question that has lingered in his mind since your unexpected arrival in the desolate plains.

"What are you doing out here in the plains?" 

In a subtle shift of posture, you address his inquiry, your voice carrying a calm and composed tone. "Just a little surveillance in this area," you respond, revealing just enough to satiate his curiosity while retaining an air of confidentiality.

Thus, your gaze sweeps over the soldiers who stand nearby, weariness etched into their faces and evident in their labored breaths. The toll of the recent battle drifts heavy in the air, its weight reflected in their downcast gazes, drooping shoulders, and half-lidded eyes. Even Gepard, attuned to your line of sight, observes the fatigue that has settled upon his devoted subordinates.

The exhaustion is palpable, a testament to the relentless physical and mental exertion they have endured. The flickering fire of will power that once burned bright within their pupils now dims, momentarily overshadowed by the strain of the recent conflict. 

Gepard couldn't help but announce a moment's rest, the air is filled with a collective sigh of relief from the weary soldiers, their tired bodies yearning for respite. The weight of their weapons feels momentarily lighter as they find a place to rest, easing their fatigued muscles onto the snowy ground. The battlefield, once filled with tension and the clash of weapons, now embraces a temporary calmness.

“I strongly recommend that you also consider taking a moment to rest. It is evident that you are in great need of it.” Your words cut through the stillness, drawing Gepard's attention. Concern and understanding dance within your eyes, your genuine care apparent in your demeanor.

A hint of a smile tugs at your lips as you encourage him to take a much-needed break. However, Gepard's response comes swiftly, his words carrying a touch of grit and a hint of pride. 

"I am now resting," he declares, evoking a quirk of an eyebrow from you.

Without a single glance exchanged, Gepard is keenly aware of the skeptical expression that graces your features, accompanied by narrowed eyes that speak volumes of your unspoken thoughts. This level of understanding can only be achieved through years of closeness, where nuances and subtleties become second nature.

The unbreakable bond shared between Gepard and you dates back to the days of childhood, when innocence and laughter filled the air. As noble families intertwined, the threads of your lives were woven together, and a friendship was nurtured in the fertile soil of shared experiences. Through the years, the two of you grew side by side, witnessing each other's achievements and tribulations.

The familiarity between you is undeniable, a result of the countless hours spent in each other's company. In the days of childhood, you both thrived together, exploring the vast horizons of imagination and laughter. Joyful memories are etched into the tapestry of your shared history, like treasures locked away in the chambers of your hearts. And in moments of adversity, your intertwined souls sought solace and reassurance from one another, finding comfort in the presence of a trusted friend.

Through the ebbs and flows of life, you remained pillars of support for each other. In times of despair and sorrow, Gepard sought refuge in the sanctuary of your friendship, finding relief in your understanding and the soothing words that effortlessly fell from your lips. And the weight of his burdens lightened, as the reassurance of your presence reminded him that he was never alone in the depths of his struggles.

As the hands of time spun their intricate web, Gepard found himself caught in the enchanting grasp of admiration for you. Like a delicate bloom flourishing under the gentle caress of sunlight, his admiration grew and blossomed with each passing day. What had once been an innocent regard evolved into something deeper, something he had never anticipated nor dared to imagine.

In the tapestry of life's intricacies, it was through the sisterly guidance of Serval that the veil of Gepard's heart was lifted, revealing the true nature of his sentiments. With gentle words and a knowing smile, she unraveled the hidden truths that lay dormant within his being. It was in that moment of revelation that he recognized the unexpected transformation of admiration into affection.

The realization washed over him like a gentle tide, stirring emotions that danced within the depths of his soul. He found himself captivated by your presence, your essence, and the way you effortlessly wove your way into the fabric of his thoughts. Your every word and action, once admired from afar, now held a newfound significance, resonating deeply within him.

As he explored the labyrinthine corridors of his heart, Gepard discovered the blossoming affection that had taken root, entwining itself with the admiration that had always been present. It was a delicate and precious revelation, one that filled his spirit with both satisfaction and trepidation. The uncharted territory of his emotions beckoned him forward, urging him to explore the unspoken depths of his newfound affection.

Yet, amidst the swirling tides of emotions, Gepard remained cautious. He cherished the bond that had been forged between you, and he held your friendship dear, not wishing to jeopardize the harmony that had been nurtured over the years. And so, he kept his sentiments guarded, a secret ember that flickered softly in the recesses of his being.

"Gepard!" Your voice pierces through the air, jolting Gepard out of his deep musings. Startled, he swiftly turns his gaze towards you, his eyes widening as he takes in your commanding presence. With both hands resting on your waist, you fix him with an arched brow, a mixture of curiosity and reproach evident on your face. The weight of your gaze causes a tremor to ripple through him, stirring his already troubled thoughts.

His jaw hangs slightly, betraying his inner turmoil, though he tries valiantly to maintain a composed exterior. 

It has become a recurring pattern—whenever he thinks of you, his mind becomes a whirlwind, his senses consumed by thoughts of your captivating presence. What began as admiration has blossomed into an unexpected and overwhelming affection, rendering him entranced and unable to fully focus.

Despite his internal struggles, Gepard is steadfast in his commitment to his duties as the Captain of the Silvermane Guards. He understands the gravity of his role and the need to lead by example. He strives to protect and guide his subordinates, ensuring their safety and welfare. In his pursuit of excellence, he has developed a habit of reserving his introspection for moments of leisure, allowing himself to succumb to his thoughts only in the rare moments when his responsibilities momentarily wane.

"I apologize. I'm just kind of tired," Gepard confesses yet lies to what was consuming him, his voice tinged with bashfulness as he exhales, hoping to conceal the deeper emotions that plague his mind. 

Your voice takes on a firm tone, laced with genuine concern that tugs at his heart. The concern in your eyes penetrates his defenses, reaching the depths of his soul. The bond between you, forged through years of friendship and shared experiences, allows you to see through his facade and understand the weight he carries.

"I told you to take a rest. You've been working so hard that you're exerting your body. Despite being sharp-eyed, you really do neglect that trait when it comes to yourself," you assert, your words resonating with both authority and compassion. The warmth in your voice serves as a gentle reminder that he, too, deserves care and respite. It stirs a mixture of gratitude and guilt within him, grateful for your unwavering support yet feeling guilty for burdening you with his troubles.

Although his confession was just a lie to cover up the fact that you are the one causing him to be drowned in his thoughts, Gepard remains silent, unwilling to speak up and disrupt the flow of your spiel. 

He knows all too well the familiar pattern of your lectures about his tendency to overwork himself. It has become a routine, a recurring theme in your interactions. Yet, deep down, he appreciates your inexorable care and concern for him

For Gepard, the safety of Belobog, the city they both call home, takes precedence over his own exhaustion. Ever since the catastrophe that befell Jarilo-VI, Belobog stands as the last bastion of hope, the final sanctuary where people can find refuge and continue their lives amidst the chaos that surrounds them. Its preservation is of utmost importance to Gepard, and he shoulders the responsibility of protecting it with persistent dedication.

Witnessing the joy and laughter of the children, their carefree smiles, fuels Gepard's motivation to safeguard the city. Their innocent happiness becomes a driving force, reminding him of the purpose behind his tireless efforts. The sight of his own family and the memories they share, intertwined with your presence, is etched deep within his heart. The warmth of those moments, the serenity they bring, spurs his determination to preserve the peace and happiness you all have found.

Gepard yearns to see you smiling, to witness the carefree moments you share with your loved ones. The image of your happiness becomes a cherished aspiration, a painting he wishes to keep untarnished. The thought of that peace being disrupted, of the happiness you have found being taken away, is unbearable to him. It is a responsibility he takes upon himself, knowing that he has the power to shield and protect what you hold dear.

It is for this reason that Gepard has tirelessly pursued a career as a soldier. Gepard's journey, ascending through the ranks and assuming the mantle of Captain, is fueled by the desire to be the strongest defender of Belobog. The weight of the title, the responsibility it entails, does not deter him. Instead, it strengthens his resolve to protect the city, to ensure that its residents can continue to revel in the simple pleasures of life. The happiness he witnesses within the walls of Belobog acts as a powerful motivator, reinforcing his commitment to preserving their sanctuary.

“Upon concluding the investigation and submitting my report to the Supreme Guardian, I intend to request a day of respite. This will not only allow me to recharge but also provide an opportunity to visit my family. Therefore, I assure you that there is no need for concern regarding my well-being. But I appreciate it.”

Gepard's words of reassurance melt away the furrow that marred your brow, a visible ease washing over your features. His promise of seeking respite and reuniting with his family eases your concerns, yet there remains a thread of worry that lingers within you, an invisible tether that binds your heart to his welfare.

As you release a sigh, your shoulders slump slightly, a sign of the weight that your worry carries. "You always say that I don't have to worry. But why wouldn't I worry about you?"

Your eyes meet Gepard's, searching for answers, seeking a glimpse into the depths of his existence. The intensity of your gaze has an unspoken power, drawing him closer to your world, as if you were unveiling the very essence of your soul through your earnest inquiry.

Gepard feels his chest constrict, the sincerity of your concern resonating within him, threatening to overwhelm his senses. The profound gaze reflected in your eyes seems to beckon him forth, urging him to find the truth in the midst of his speechlessness. In this moment of vulnerability, he gathers his thoughts, striving to unveil the honest reason behind his perpetual reassurances.

"Because I am capable of my own, (Name). I will not hold the title of Belobog's strongest shield if I am unable to protect myself." 

Gepard's defiant response hangs in the air, his words carrying a stubborn determination that matches the strength he claims to possess. His voice, tinged with a hint of pride, oscillates with a resolute self-assurance. It is clear that he believes in his own capabilities, his confidence bolstered by his reputation as Belobog's strongest shield. The weight of his words echoes, challenging any doubts that may have lingered.

Yet, your response is swift, fueled by a frustration out of concern. Your eyebrows furrow, knitting together as your face becomes a canvas of mixed emotions. Your voice, though overlayed with exasperation, holds a sign of tenderness, as if the depth of your care for your childhood friend spills over in your words.

"You are indeed capable," you concede, your voice carrying a touch of admiration for his strength and skill. But then, your tone shifts, becoming sharper, more pointed. "But not when it comes to your welfare. You oversee everything, but overlook yourself." 

The words carry a mass of truth, a realization that cuts through the facade of invincibility he has crafted. Your gaze remains locked with his, searching for a chink in his armor, an opening for your words to penetrate.

There is an underlying frustration in your retort, a frustration that arises from witnessing his relentless dedication to his duty while neglecting his own well-being. It is a frustration mark out of a deep-rooted friendship and a desire to protect him, to ensure that he values himself as much as he values the lives and safety of others.

A deep understanding of Gepard's capabilities pervades your consciousness, a profound knowledge that has been etched into your memory through countless sparring matches and battles fought side by side. Each clash of swords, each vanquished fragmentum monster, has only reinforced the strength and skill that Gepard possesses. He has proven himself time and time again, emerging victorious on the frontlines, leading his soldiers with dignity.

You have borne witness to his leadership, his strategic prowess guiding their expeditions to triumph. The very air seems to hum with the echoes of battles won, the collective relief that resonates from comrades who have fought alongside Gepard, whose lives have been safeguarded by his strong presence.

But amidst the victories, there exists an unavoidable truth—one that weighs heavily on your heart. In their line of work, casualties are inevitable, and the loss of a comrade becomes an all-too-familiar ache. You understand the magnitude of Gepard's responsibilities, the burden he carries upon his broad shoulders, for it is not only the lives of his soldiers that depend on him, but the security and well-being of the citizens themselves.

Gepard, with his indomitable spirit and formidable strength, stands as a symbol of hope and security in the eyes of those around him. His presence alone provides solace, a reassuring beacon of protection against the encroaching darkness. It is this very reliance placed upon him that drives him forward, urging him to push himself beyond his limits.

Yet, hidden within this admiration and dependence lies a gnawing concern—the knowledge that pushing his body to its limits comes at a cost. As much as Gepard dedicates himself to safeguarding others, he remains oblivious to the toll it takes on his own body. The lines etched upon your face deepen with worry is evident to the ingrained affection and understanding that bind you to him.

For you understand that it is to prove himself as Belobog's strongest shield, Gepard's body bears the brunt of the strain. His health, like a fragile thread, is stretched thin, vulnerable to the wear and tear of battles fought and sacrifices made. It is a reality you cannot bear to witness, for the thought of Gepard's vitality waning fills you with a profound sense of dread.

In the hearts of citizens and comrades alike, there exists an unspoken pact—a collective breath held, a shared hope that as long as Gepard remains strong, their world will remain secure. His very presence radiates a sense of invincibility, an assurance that the forces of darkness will be held at bay. 

But deep within, you yearn for him to understand the fragility of his own mortality, to recognize that protecting himself is as essential as defending others. It is a plea whispered by the quietude of your concern, as you pray for Gepard to see the importance of nurturing his own well-being, for the sake of those who depend on him, and most importantly, for his own sake.

The weight of the strongest shield shattering sends ripples of anxiety  through every fiber. It is a sobering realization that the strength of the remaining shields, like a fragile domino chain, rests upon the resolve of their captain—the very man whose burdens you long to alleviate. The unity, the firm commitment of Gepard's comrades, draws sustenance from his indomitable spirit, relying on his leadership as a guiding light amidst the chaos that surrounds them. 

With this understanding, your watchful eye lingers on Gepard, your instinct to protect him intensifying. It surpasses the duty bestowed upon you as one of the protectors of Belobog, reaching far deeper into the realm of personal connection. Friendship has woven a bond between you that transcends the confines of duty and obligation. Your heart cherishes him, treasuring the unique connection you share, and the mere thought of losing him sends a chill down your spine.

Your vigilance, born out of sentiments and genuine concern, extends far beyond what others could comprehend. You grasp the fragile threads that hold his spirit intact, recognizing the vulnerability that lingers beneath his impenetrable exterior. 

Therefore, you become the force that seeks to preserve his spirit, to nurture the flickering flame within him that holds the potential to ignite the hearts of others.

But Gepard remains oblivious to the depth of your concern, his perception clouded by the overwhelming strength he wields. The once-humble demeanor that characterized him has become tainted by arrogance, a blind spot in his self-awareness that eludes his grasp. You, who have borne witness to his humility, understand the paradox that now engulfs him. The gnawing at his soul, the stain on his pride, weighs heavily on his shoulders, gnashing against the indomitable spirit that shields him from vulnerability.

His determination knows no bounds, relentless in its pursuit of unyielding resolve. 

The furrowed lines on his forehead now mirror your own, a silent challenge shimmering within his gaze, as if daring you to penetrate his impenetrable facade. He recognizes your worry, for you have stood witness to the weariness etched into his very being, borne from the ceaseless demands of their duties and the battles they face. The weariness he can no longer conceal, despite his best efforts to portray an unbreakable exterior.

You possess an intimate understanding of Gepard, a familiarity that dances on the fine line between comfort and burden. The depths of your knowledge, the connection that binds you, can sometimes prove troublesome for Gepard himself. 

Your attentiveness, though a blessing, carries a hint of burden in Gepard's eyes. There is no evading your watchful presence, especially when his mind is clouded with troubles. Yet, he cannot deny the gratitude that swells within him when you step in to assist and comfort him. In those moments, you become his anchor, easing his worries and shouldering his burdens. The irony does not escape him; the protector of many finds solace in the refuge you provide, relying on your steadfast support.

You have been a constant presence by his side, a force that clings to him even when he doesn't voice his need for reassurance. In the depths of his struggles, you are there, offering a comforting embrace and soothing words that penetrate the layers of his troubled mind. 

But amidst the consolation you provide, Gepard feels a pang of frustration. He realizes that he has grown dependent on you, seeking refuge within the sanctuary of your presence. The knowledge that he relies on you, even as others rely on him, gnaws at his conscience. It feels unfair, a sense of imbalance that tugs at his heartstrings. In his eyes, his assistance pales in comparison to the unwavering support you offer, leaving him with an unsettling feeling of inadequacy.

The cycle of dependency troubles him deeply, compelling him to withdraw, to distance himself from your other concerns. He doesn't want to add to the baggage you already carry, knowing full well that you too face your own worries and struggles. In his frustration, he yearns to return the favor, to be the pillar of strength you've been for him. Yet, his attempts feel futile, for every time he reaches out, you are the one who steps forward to extend a helping hand.

And now, in the midst of your conversation, doubt lingers in your eyes, casting a shadow on his abilities. This realization only fuels Gepard's frustration, for it is not the outcome he had hoped for. How can you rely on him when he is constantly in need of your aid?

In this intricate dance of emotions, Gepard grapples with a desire to break free from the cycle of reliance. He wants to stand alongside you, as equals, supporting one another through the challenges that lie ahead. But the road ahead seems uncertain, clouded by his frustration and the fear that he may never be able to provide the same level of support you have given him.

"So, are you insinuating that I am incapable of self-care? Are you casting doubt on my capabilities?" Gepard's voice brims with a challenging edge.

He takes a deliberate step forward, his figure towering over yours, as if seeking to intimidate you with his imposing presence. The intensity in his gaze is palpable, a smoldering fire that dares you to question his abilities.

The air crackles with tension as Gepard's words hang in the space between you. His voice, laced with a mix of defiance and ire, pierces the silence, challenging the very core of your concern. There is a raw vulnerability beneath his bravado, a flicker of insecurity that drives him to defend his self-reliance.

The perplexing display of Gepard's actions leaves you bewildered, particularly in response to his final question. What catches your attention is the abrupt shift in his demeanor, an unmistakable air of condescension that permeates his behavior. The lines etched on your brow deepen as you struggle to comprehend his intentions.

With a mixture of concern and conviction, you respond to his challenge, carefully choosing your words. "I can assure you that my concern arises from witnessing your neglect of self-care, which indicates a certain disregard for your well-being. However, I am genuinely confused by your second question, as I have made no allusion to doubting your abilities or raising any issue in that regard."

As your words slip, a tinge of frustration lingers within you. The communication seems mired in a web of misunderstanding, leaving both of you standing on opposite sides of a divide. Despite your best efforts to express your genuine worry, Gepard's response carries an air of superiority, a subtle condescension that adds another layer of complexity to the exchange.

The air between you grows heavy, pregnant with unspoken tension. Confusion dances upon your features, mingling with a touch of disappointment. You had hoped for a more open dialogue, an opportunity to bridge the gap and address the concerns at hand. Yet, Gepard's demeanor betrays a defensive stance, clouding the path to understanding.

Gepard's breath catches sharply, his gaze locked onto yours, unfaltering and resolute. The intensity in his eyes resembles hardened steel, an unyielding determination that refuses to waver.

“Your words seem to imply it, (Name).”

“What?” Your exasperation spills out in a loud voice, resonating with a mixture of disbelief and incredulity. “How does one of such an age have low listening comprehension? I must admit, Gepard, I had not anticipated such a characteristic from you.”

Through your piercing gaze, you convey the absurdity of Gepard's interpretation, revealing your astonishment at how he could have misconstrued your genuine concern. The weight of your disappointment hangs heavily, mirrored in the intensity of your expression.

The sudden transformation in Gepard's demeanor perplexes you, for he is not one to succumb to irrationality. The shift in his attitude contradicts the image of the composed and level-headed captain you have come to know and admire. The puzzle deepens, leaving you with a sense of disillusionment, as the once steadfast pillar of reason seems to have faltered.

You refuse to yield to the foolishness of Gepard's misinterpretation. Your gaze mirrors his, conveying your unwillingness to be swayed by the confusion that has clouded the conversation. The disappointment lingers, a bitter taste in the midst of a once unshakeable bond.

“Reiterating my previous statement, I want to emphasize that my abilities exceed your perception. We have outgrown our childhood and entered a different phase of life, (Name). Hence, your concerns are unwarranted, and instead, you should focus on your own well-being rather than worrying about mine.”

Gepard's final blow lands with a resounding impact, causing your eyes to widen in disbelief. At this moment, it feels as if time stands still, suspended in an agonizing silence. The venom in his voice drips like poison, injecting a sense of pain and betrayal into the core of your being. Your chest squeezes, the weight of his words pressing down upon you, while your stomach churns with a sickening flip.

Your gaze falters, unable to hold steady under the load of his accusation. Your eyes, once filled with warmth and trust, now betray a mixture of hurt and confusion. Your trembling lips struggle to form words, caught between the desire to defend yourself and the shock of Gepard's unexpected venom.

The tension between you and Gepard becomes overwhelming, radiating like an electric current that courses through the air. Even the subordinates, who bear witness to this uncomfortable exchange, cannot help but feel the strain that engulfs both you and their captain. Awkwardness sways in the atmosphere, an unspoken acknowledgment that this episode should not have unfolded in their presence.

The soldiers, who have witnessed the unbreakable bond between you and their captain, are well acquainted with the inseparable nature of your connection. From childhood friends to esteemed members of the honorable Silvermane Guards, you and Gepard have traversed the highs and lows of life together. Your camaraderie has earned the admiration and respect of many within the ranks, who have looked up to both of you for your formidable skills and resolution.

Now, however, an unsettling unease washes over the soldiers as they bear witness to the first-ever argument between the two of you. The atmosphere becomes charged with an unfamiliar tension, casting a shadow of worry and apprehension among the ranks. The soldiers, who had grown accustomed to the sight of your harmonious partnership, now find themselves uneasy and concerned as they observe the fracture in your once unbreakable bond.

Gepard's gaze remains fixated on you, his scrutiny penetrating through the facade you try to maintain. As his eyes trace the subtle signs of your distress, a heavy load settles upon his shoulders, bearing down on him with an undeniable force. He watches as your eyes, once filled with tenderness and trust, now avert their gaze, seeking solace in the ground beneath your feet. Your lower lip trembles imperceptibly, evidence of the inner turmoil that consumes you. The clenched fist by your side betrays the storm of emotions raging within you.

In that moment, Gepard's fortitude crumbles, replaced by a deep-seated apprehension that grips his heart. The gravity of his impulsive actions and hurtful words finally dawns on him, leaving a bitter taste of regret in his mouth. He longs to extend his hand, to reach out and offer an apology for his callous behavior. But before he can make a move, you break the silence with a calm yet biting retort.

"If that's what you want, then your wish is my command, Captain Gepard," you say, your voice laced with an icy resolve. The way you address him, emphasizing his title with a tinge of hostility, sends a chill down his spine. The harshness in your tone corresponds to the hurt he has inflicted upon you, a painful reflection of the wounds that have opened between you.

Gepard's heart sinks, the weight of his actions pressing upon him like an unforgiving burden. He realizes the magnitude of his mistake, the irreversible damage caused by his thoughtless words. Presently, the desire to mend what he has broken wells up within him, but he is paralyzed by the regret that grips his every fiber.

In the waning moments of your gaze, a myriad of emotions flickers across your face before you abruptly pivot on your heels. Without a backward glance, you briskly depart from the scene, leaving Gepard and his bewildered guards in your wake. The suddenness of your departure renders them speechless, their voices caught in their throats as they exchange incredulous glances.

The air crackles with an unspoken tension, the silence punctuated only by the fading echo of your retreating footsteps. Gepard stands rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed upon the space you occupied mere moments ago. His mind races, desperately seeking a way to bridge the rift that now stretches between you.

As Gepard's eyes scan the empty space where you once stood, a sense of regret washes over him, intertwining with the gnawing ache in his chest. He yearns to call out to you, to beg for your forgiveness and for a chance to make amends, but the weight of his mistakes renders him momentarily speechless.

Serval's workshop, once a hub of creativity and innovation, now bore witness to the heavy atmosphere that engulfed her younger brother. Gepard's arrival from the arduous journey through the Outlying Snow Plains had left him shrouded in a palpable despondency, his form slouched as he occupied a seat at her study table. The subtle gestures of frustration—his sighs and the repetitive pinching of his nose—painted a vivid picture of the troubled state that consumed him.

As the older sister, Serval couldn't ignore the conspicuous distress radiating from Gepard. Concern etched itself onto her countenance as she seized the opportunity to probe deeper into his well-being. Though she had stepped away from the affairs of the Silvermane Guards, having become a citizen in her own right, she still possessed the wisdom and empathy that made her a trusted confidante and advisor.

"Is something troubling you, Gepard?" Serval's voice cut through the web of his thoughts, reaching his consciousness just in time. Her words, filled with genuine concern, pulled him back from the depths of introspection.

Gepard swiftly turned his gaze towards Serval, his sister, who stood resolute with crossed arms at the counter. As he scanned her features, the furrowed brow spoke volumes of her worry for him. It was a familiar expression, one he had seen before—reflected in your eyes. The memory, like a fleeting vision, flashed across his mind, causing a pang of tightness in his chest.

Gepard hesitated, his lips parting to dismiss any troubles. Yet, he found himself frozen in that moment of decision. The echo of your recent encounter resonated within him, serving as a reminder of the consequences of denying his inner turbulence. He didn't want to subject his sister to the same pain, nor did he want to repeat the mistakes that had caused the fracture between you.

With a heavy heart weighing him down, Gepard mentally braces himself for the difficult task of sharing the altercation that had transpired between you and him. His eyes remain fixed on the floor, avoiding the gaze of his sister as he feels a mixture of guilt, regret, and apprehension settle within him.

"(Name) and I had an argument," Gepard finally admits, his voice carrying the weight of the words spoken. Each syllable feels burdensome, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth, akin to a distasteful morsel he would rather avoid.

As the confession slips from his lips, Serval keenly observes the subtle shifts in her brother's demeanor. She notices how he fidgets in his seat, the furrows on his brow deepening further. It comes as no surprise to her that this situation troubles him, for she has always known his stubborn nature and the implications it could have on his relationships.

Serval remains composed, her expression a mask of understanding. She had foreseen this potential outcome, having an acute awareness of her brother's character. Yet, despite the lack of surprise, her concern for his well-being only intensifies. She knows all too well the toll that disagreements and conflicts can take on a person, especially one as fiercely loyal and dedicated as Gepard.

"Was the reason for your argument about your well-being, perhaps?" 

Gepard's azure eyes widen with surprise as Serval reveals her insight into the cause of the argument. He can't help but wonder how she came to know, and his voice falters as he poses the question, a lump forming in his throat.

"How did you know? Did..." he stammers, struggling to find the right words. "Did she happen to confide in you?"

Serval shakes her head gently, assuming a relaxed posture as she leans against the counter. Her expression carries a mix of understanding and compassion. "No, Gepard. (Name) hasn't shared any specifics with me. However, I've noticed how genuinely concerned she is about your well-being."

Gepard's lips tighten upon hearing your name, a complex blend of emotions coursing through his being. The realization that you had confided in his sister about your worries for him weighs heavily on his heart, amplifying his sense of guilt. He contemplates the significance of your actions, understanding the depth of your concern and the genuine care you have for his well-being.

A profound silence settles between Gepard and Serval, the weight of their unspoken emotions filling the room. But it is Serval who breaks the stillness, her voice filled with a mixture of compassion and firmness.

"I must apologize, dear brother, but I find myself aligning with (Name) in this matter. I empathize with her deeply, for I too share concerns about your well-being," Serval expresses, her voice carrying a gentle yet resolute tone. She observes Gepard tightly gripping his hand, a physical manifestation of the immense guilt that weighs upon him.

Serval continues, her words carefully chosen to convey her understanding and support. "You are known for your sustained dedication and stubbornness when it comes to protecting our city. But in doing so, you often overlook your own well-being. (Name) simply wants you to prioritize self-care and avoid unnecessary harm. It is out of concern that she expresses her sentiments."

Gepard's grip tightens further, his hand serving as an anchor amidst the turbulent sea of emotions swirling within him.

The weight of his assumptions and rash actions presses heavily on Gepard's shoulders, burdening him with regret and self-blame. The guilt within him grows like a festering wound, consuming his thoughts and emotions. He replays the painful exchange over and over again in his mind, each repetition intensifying his feelings of shame and guilt.

Gepard acknowledges the gravity of his mistake and understands the potential consequences it may have on your relationship. The realization that he may have caused you to harbor negative feelings towards him twists his insides, leaving him feeling hollow and lost.

He finds himself trapped in a vortex of repentance and self-doubt, questioning his own worth and capabilities. The once steadfast and composed Captain now battles with his own insecurities, unsure of how to mend the damage he has caused.

Gepard's heart aches with the knowledge that he may have irreparably shattered the bond he held so dear with you. The thought of you hating him, the person he holds in high regard and cherishes deeply, sends waves of anguish through his being.

Gepard's guilt surged forth like a torrent, overwhelming him with its intensity. It was as if a dam had burst, and he found himself confiding his innermost thoughts and the chaos that plagued his heart. 

Serval, ever attentive, absorbed his words with empathy, her gaze filled with understanding and care. She could perceive the load of his guilt etched upon his face, the contorted expression that mirrored the depths of his remorse. The strain in his voice, laden with the burden of his mistakes, resonated deeply within her.

Knowing that her brother needed comfort and reassurance, Serval extended her hand gently, placing it upon his head. It was a gesture of solace, an act of temporary respite from the emotional disturbance that consumed him. The touch of her hand conveyed unspoken support and a silent promise that she was there for him, ready to offer her understanding.

"If you feel that way, why don't you tell it to (Name)?" Serval's gentle suggestion reverberates in Gepard's ears, causing a ripple of conflicting emotions within him. “Indeed, disagreements and arguments are not uncommon among friends, and they can serve as opportunities for growth and understanding. By openly expressing your genuine feelings and thoughts, you can pave the way for reconciliation and a deeper comprehension of one another. Effective communication acts as the key to rectifying misunderstandings that may have arisen between the two of you.”

Gepard finally looks up to meet his sister's blue eyes such as his. "What if… what if she hates me?"

Serval only releases a breathy smile before placing her hand on her waist. “While the argument took place, it is important to recognize that (Name) is not the kind of individual who would harbor ill feelings or animosity towards you solely based on this disagreement. Therefore, I highly recommend approaching her and initiating a reconciliation process to mend any rift that may exist between the two of you.”

Serval's encouraging gesture, her reassuring pat on Gepard's back, serves as the catalyst for a transformative shift within him. The cloud of guilt that had veiled his ocean-blue eyes dissipates, replaced by a renewed sparkle of determination. Witnessing this change, the corners of Serval's lips curl upwards, an expression of satisfaction and support.

Gepard rises from his seat, his gaze now focused and unwavering. He meets Serval's eyes, gratitude filling his voice as he acknowledges her role in this pivotal moment. "Thank you, nee-san. I owe you."

Serval's response is simple yet filled with unspoken support. "Go," she urges, her voice carrying a blend of affection and encouragement.

Gepard nods his head and immediately walks towards the door but falters as Serval's voice echoes through the workshop, halting him in his tracks. His hand, poised to open the door and embark on his quest to find you, freezes in mid-air as he turns to face his sister once again. A mix of curiosity and intrigue dances across his features as Serval tosses a box towards him, his reflexes kicking in just in time to catch it.

"Bring that with you. You'll need it."

His gaze shifts from the box to Serval, his brows furrowing in confusion, seeking an explanation for this unexpected gesture. Before he can voice his inquiry, Serval's words cut through the air, carrying a sense of indication.

"Just take it with you. And you must go since it's already dark." With Serval's advice, Gepard hides the small box in his pocket. 

With a final farewell to his sister, Gepard strides purposefully out of the workshop, his heart pounding with anticipation. The weight of Serval's advice and the small box of band-aids in his pocket serve as constant reminders of the task at hand and the significance of his mission.

Serval, who was left alone in her workshop, sighs in relief as she watches the door where her brother just left.

"Ah, young love."

As Gepard draws closer to the shooting range, the familiar sound of a taut bowstring and the resonant swish of an arrow hitting its target fill the air. The captivating melody of your training reaches his ears, instantly capturing his attention.

With each step, his gaze locks onto you, his heart swelling with admiration and awe. The evening's dim light casts a gentle glow, accentuating the graceful form that you possess. Gepard has long been a witness to your dedication and hard work, having observed your training sessions since childhood. But seeing you now, in this moment, brings forth a renewed sense of admiration.

Your steady focus and beautiful stance evoke a sense of wonder within Gepard. Every movement, every release of the arrow, showcases your skill and precision. His eyes are transfixed on you, captivated by the radiant energy that emanates from your being. The way your hair sways in harmony with your movements only adds to the enchantment that surrounds you.

In this realm of the shooting range, you reign supreme, effortlessly exuding a confidence and elegance that captivates Gepard's heart. Your sheer presence transforms the mundane into something extraordinary, as if the world itself pauses to bear witness to your prowess.

"Quit watching and show up now." Startled by your commanding voice, Gepard's heart skips a beat, and he quickly steps out from his concealed position.

As his gaze aligns with yours, his eyes lock onto your own, and an ache pulses within his chest upon witnessing you. The burden of guilt and shame collide within him, engulfing his being. However, a profound transformation takes place within you, shifting from a hostile countenance to one of gentleness, and this metamorphosis drenches him in an entirely new sensation—an overwhelming relief.

Gepard, after years of knowing each other, could not mistake it; it was the identical expression you always bestowed upon him whenever your paths crossed—a gaze brimming with tenderness and solace. For Gepard, this sentiment had always been a rare treasure, causing him to fall deeper and selfishly desire that you reserve such looks exclusively for him, forsaking all others.

"What brings you to this place, Gepard?" you inquire, gradually loosening your grip on the bow, allowing it to rest by your side.

Gepard adjusts his posture, contemplating his purpose here. "I need to talk with you," he replies, his voice laced with intention.

"What matter?" Your prompt response catches him off balance, leaving him momentarily speechless before he regains his composure.

"Regarding what—" Gepard's words trail off as his gaze falls upon the lacerations adorning your fingers, evidence of relentless practice with your bow and arrow.

In an instant, Gepard's protective nature takes hold, propelling him towards you with urgency, his hand instinctively reaching out to cradle yours and examine the wounds you have endured.

His abrupt movement catches you off-guard, but you find solace in the fact that he has always displayed a touch of excessive protectiveness, especially when it concerns you or his loved ones. However, as your gaze lingers on Gepard, observing the worry etched upon his countenance, an unexpected surge of emotions floods your heart, lifting the weight that had burdened it since the fateful encounter in the Snow Plains.

As you take in the familiar sight of Gepard, unaltered and unswerving, a mixture of emotions wells within you. A subtle smile creeps across your face, a proof to the enduring connection you share and the immense comfort that washes over you, knowing that Gepard remains the same person you have always known and relied upon.

"Immediate attention is needed for these cuts, (Name)," he expresses with genuine concern. Without allowing you a chance to respond, he guides you towards a nearby bench, fully intent on tending to the unnoticed wounds on your hands.

Prioritizing your comfort, he motions for you to take a seat before recalling the box of band-aids thoughtfully given to him by his astute sister, Serval. It dawns on him that she must have foreseen the need for them, recognizing the significance of your cuts. Serval's perceptiveness proves invaluable in moments such as these.

Without a moment's delay, Gepard deftly retrieves a band-aid from his pocket, his nimble fingers delicately placing it over the cuts on your finger. With precision and care, he proceeds to repeat the process for each of your wounded fingers. His meticulousness stems from his desire to shield you from the risk of infection, ensuring that even the smallest cuts receive appropriate protection.

With a sigh of relief, Gepard carefully holds your hand within his own, scrutinizing each digit for any lingering wounds that might have escaped his initial assessment. His touch is tender, a delicate embrace that avoids adding any additional discomfort to your injured fingers. Unbeknownst to you, the mere act of holding your hand sends an electric surge through Gepard's veins, causing a flush to rise to his cheeks. However, he maintains his composure, refusing to let his emotions betray him at this moment.

As he completes his inspection, Gepard lifts his gaze, only to find your eyes fixed upon him, emanating a profound gentleness that seems to intensify under the enchanting glow of the moonlight. The exchange of gazes bewitched him, holding him captive in that fleeting instant, as if the world around them had momentarily ceased to exist.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" You ask, Interrupting the silence that envelops the two of you, you break the stillness with a simple question, pulling Gepard back to the present, where he realizes his purpose: to reconcile, to extend his heartfelt apology for his previous brusque behavior.

Releasing his gentle grip on your hand, Gepard shifts his gaze towards the target, a conscious effort to collect his thoughts. His eyes betray a hint of melancholy as the memory of your heated argument resurfaces, casting a shadow over their recent interactions. The disgraceful nature of their altercation, witnessed by his subordinates, weighs heavily upon him, filling him with shame. However, Gepard summons his courage, determined to rectify the misunderstanding and communicate the turmoil that plagues his mind.

"First and foremost, I extend my sincerest apologies for my earlier display of rudeness in the Snow Plains," he confesses, intertwining his hands together and tightening his grip as if seeking solace. "My intention was never to offend you. I simply allowed my frustration to overcome me, clouding my judgment and blinding me to the larger perspective at hand."

His words hang in the air as he continues, his voice brimming with a mixture of earnestness and remorse. The weight of his conviction is palpable, evident not only in the resolute timbre of his voice but also in the glimmer that adorns his eyes.

"Since our childhood, you have consistently been my savior, shielding me from the taunts and torment of others," he acknowledges, his gaze fixated on you as he speaks. "As we grew older, you remained by my side, a constant source of support, offering comfort and courage during challenging times. It was then that I realized how heavily I had come to rely on you. Your care and countless acts of kindness overwhelmed me, leaving me with a deep sense of inadequacy."

You meet his gaze, attentively absorbing his words. The sincerity in his voice resonates within you, a testament to your long-standing acquaintance with Gepard's mannerisms. But even if you were a stranger to him, the weight his voice carries and the confidence that emanates from his eyes leave no room for doubt.

"I began to question myself—when will I be able to provide you with the same level of support that you have selflessly given me?" he continues, a tinge of frustration lacing his words. "It felt like an insurmountable task, an overwhelming burden that left me doubting my own capabilities. And when you mentioned that I neglected my own well-being, it struck a nerve, reinforcing the notion that I am unreliable because I am incapable of tending to myself."

Gepard nibbles on his lower lip, his inner troubles laid bare as he opens up about his concerns. Initially unsure of where to begin, once he utters the first word, his thoughts cascade forth like an unyielding waterfall, pouring out without pause.

"I couldn't help but see the unfairness on your part. I want my time where it's my turn that you could rely on."

After that speech of his, there is a moment of stillness between you two. No one dared to speak, only the murmurs of the wind that you two could hear. 

"Why do you think that you're the only one relying on me, Gepard?" Your voice cuts through the quietness, causing him to snap his gaze towards you, perplexity etched on his face. You gaze ahead, your eyes fixed on the starlit sky, as if drawing strength and guidance from the celestial bodies above. "If only you truly knew the extent to which I rely on you each and every day."

Turning your gaze away from the celestial expanse above, your eyes meet Gepard's, a gentle smile gracing your lips. In that moment, your voice carries the weight of years of reliance and gratitude.

"From the very beginning, even in our childhood, I have relied on you," you share, your voice woven with a mix of nostalgia and sincerity. "You've been my source of comfort during my lowest moments, especially when I'm plagued by self-doubt and feelings of incompetence. You've offered guidance and reassurance, reminding me that I'm doing well and encouraging me to persevere. You've been my constant support, my protector, always there to lift me up. Like now, tending to my unnoticed wounds, caring for me in ways I sometimes overlook. You've helped me countless times, and I find myself feeling ashamed for leaning on you so heavily."

A soft laughter escapes your lips, lighthearted and tinged with a hint of irony. The realization dawns upon you that while you felt ashamed for depending on Gepard too heavily, he harbored the same sentiments towards you. The irony of your mutual concerns brings a sense of connection and understanding.

Gepard, on the other hand, is astounded by this revelation, realizing the depth of your reliance on each other. Yet, there is a secret he keeps tightly locked within his heart. Unbeknownst to you, he harbors feelings for you that he dare not speak aloud. Fearing the potential consequences and cherishing the friendship you share, he chooses to keep his emotions concealed, ensuring that their bond remains unblemished.

As Gepard absorbs your reassuring words, his heart swells with a tumultuous mixture of emotions. The realization that you hold him in such high regard sparks a cascade of feelings within him, stirring his soul to its very core.

"So, Geppie, you don't have to think about you being unreliable, because you are the epitome of a reliable person," you affirm with uncontainable joy, your beaming smile illuminating the atmosphere. Leaning closer, your height difference seemingly inconsequential, you affectionately pat his head, the gentle gesture conveying warmth and fondness.

In an instant, the world seems to blur as your faces draw impossibly close, an accidental proximity that steals Gepard's breath away. His heart pounds in his chest, the apparent tension enveloping both of you, rendering the surroundings insignificant. Your lips hover mere inches apart, and Gepard inhales sharply, his senses heightened to a surreal degree.

Under the ethereal light casting its glow upon you, Gepard's gaze fixates on the color of your pupils, a mesmerizing sight akin to stars twinkling in the night sky. The charged atmosphere crackles with intensity, ensnaring both of you in its captivating grasp. Locked in a shared gaze, Gepard finds himself irresistibly drawn to the magnetism emanating from your eyes. In that moment, you are a vision of sheer magnificence, a force he finds impossible to resist.

The allure of his long-suppressed romantic feelings intertwines with an overwhelming temptation, creating a clash that renders Gepard incapable of resisting the magnetic pull drawing him closer to you.

His eyelids droop, surrendering to the allure of the moment as he closes the remaining space between your faces. He registers the sharp intake of breath that escapes your lips, yet you make no attempt to retreat. Your eyelids gradually lower, a silent acknowledgement of the imminent connection between your lips. Gepard's desires triumph over rationality, surrendering to the intoxicating temptation that courses through his veins.

Just as the anticipation reaches its peak, a sudden clamor shatters the charged atmosphere. The sound of a falling trash can disrupts the intimate moment, forcing both of you to abruptly pull away. Your gazes shift, now fixated on the intruding noise, only to find a mischievous cat observing the unexpected turn of events before scurrying off into the night.

Awkwardness permeates the air as the realization of what almost transpired settles in. You and Gepard exchange glances, disbelief etched upon your faces. The impulsive surrender to temptation without careful consideration or assurances leaves you both taken aback, grappling with the intensity of the moment you almost shared. The hushed silence hangs heavy between you, an unspoken acknowledgment of the need to gather your thoughts and recollect yourselves.

Gepard was overcome with an overwhelming sense of embarrassment, surpassing any level he had ever experienced before. He couldn't fathom how he allowed himself to yield to such a powerful temptation, to entertain thoughts of a deeper intimacy. A rush of warmth surged through his veins, suffusing his cheeks with delicate shades of pink, creating a visible display of his shame.

With a heavy heart, Gepard averted his gaze, unable to meet your eyes, as if the other side held a refuge from his own humiliation. He instinctively brought a hand to cover his mouth, hoping to conceal the depths of his shame from the world. The weight of his actions bore down on him, threatening to crush his spirit. He felt utterly lost, uncertain of how to approach you or how to address the aftermath of what had transpired.

"A-Ah I guess I have to go!" Your voice trembles with an evident stutter, breaking the heavy silence that hangs in the air, yet the residual awkwardness remains, clinging to the atmosphere like an unwelcome guest. Gepard's gaze snaps to you, his face flushed with embarrassment mirroring your own. "It's already dark and I need to rest since I have matters to attend to tomorrow. See you later, Gepard, and please refrain from dwelling excessively on the matter!"

He opens his mouth to bid you farewell, to utter words that might bring some semblance of normalcy to the situation, but before he can form a coherent sentence, you swiftly dart away, vanishing from his sight in the blink of an eye.

The suddenness of your departure leaves Gepard momentarily stunned, his eyes lingering on the spot where you stood just moments ago, now void of your presence. The weight of the unspoken words hangs in the air, as if suspended by an invisible thread, stretching taut with unanswered questions and unexpressed emotions. He is left sitting there, with his flushed face and a tumult of thoughts swirling in his mind.

Left in solitude amidst the vast expanse of the shooting range, Gepard finds himself enveloped by the gentle caress of the night breeze and the ethereal glow of the moon overhead. His shoulders slump, a physical manifestation of his inner worries, as he seeks solace in the sanctuary of the bench. Lifting his gaze skyward, he releases a heavy sigh of shame, his arm instinctively rising to shield his eyes from the weight of his emotions.

The memory of the intimate moment you shared continues to swirl relentlessly within Gepard's mind, refusing to relent in its grip on his consciousness. The embarrassment that flows through him remains an indelible mark, tainting the otherwise serene night. And yet, amid the storm of self-reproach, there lingers a bittersweet recollection of your face, those closed eyes that seemed to silently anticipate what could have transpired.

The conflicting emotions within Gepard churn relentlessly, each wave crashing against the shores of his conscience. He is dumbfounded by the audacity that spurred him to act in such a way, bewildered as to the source of the courage that emerged from the depths of his being. Now, faced with the aftermath of this unexpected intimacy, he finds himself at a loss, unsure of how he will confront you when the sun rises anew.

Having already navigated the treacherous waters of misunderstanding between you, Gepard now finds himself grappling with yet another obstacle, a challenge that demands his attention. The weight of his choices bears heavily upon him, casting doubt upon his own actions and intentions. With a pang of self-doubt, he questions the course he has taken, his voice filled with a sense of helplessness and confusion.

“What am I even doing?”