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meaningofaeons · 10 months

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Your writing is so pretty !! I really love your characterization ngl. I feel like you're great at keeping them in character! I was wondering if you could do some hcs of Blade, Dan Heng and Gepard having a crush on a more experienced/older member? For an example, Dan Heng having a crush on an experienced Nameless who was on the Express before him and sort of was the one who was more hands on with helping him learn the ropes. The same implies with the other two for their respective occupations. Idk, I see a lot of character x new member person but never the reverse. I think it's a little cute lol.

Thank you for reading and thanks double if you write it!!

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ seniority

⊹ character(s) - gepard landau, blade, dan heng ⊹ word count - 1.9k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, fluff, reader is a silvermane guard lieutenant (gepard)/a senior member of the stellaron hunters (blade)/a senior member of the Nameless (dan heng), reader pretty much implied to be older in these, at least in terms of like physical appearance/age

hi anon!!! ♡(ﾐ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ﻌ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ﾐ)ﾉ I was a big fan of this req ever since you first sent it in! I agree, there's so many "omg reader is an inexperienced baby and the character helps them and falls for them<3" but where's my characters getting swept off their feet by READER who's the senior member fr?!?!? no hate to anyone who writes the former, but I really like strong and capable readers !!!!! enjoy the req <3

⊹ Gepard Landau

Gepard pretty much knew you from the second he joined up with the Silvermane Guards.

As a Landau, it was always his duty, so he'd striven to do his best. However, just because it was his duty to stand at the top of the Supreme Guardian's defenses, doesn't mean he never looked up to anyone.

Despite being similar in age, you'd been a member of the guards far longer than he, enough to stand at the rank of Lieutenant before he had even joined.

At first, it really was just admiration. That, and a sense of seeking mentorship.

He'd follow you around like a lost puppy, the then-humble private Gepard trying to get any pointers he could from you

Would ask you to train with him now and then, or would ask how he can best show his dedication to the guards

Being so busy, however, you rarely had time to entertain these wishes.

Even as a Lieutenant and not a Captain, there were certain duties you had to uphold yourself. If you bowed to the whims of every Silvermane Guard, you'd be nothing more than an errand runner, or perhaps just a simple trainer.

You did notice him, though—how could you not?

He was the eldest son of the Landaus, of all families.

Not to mention, his achievements already far outweighed his ranking.

You only provided minimal guidance when he sought it, and yet here he was, smashing every expectation.

Gepard didn't of you as anything other than a superior, someone to strive after and look up to. Even as he took the ranking of Captain and rose above your station, he still deferred to you on many things.

He would seek your advice in handling situations, and the two of you began working closer every day.

Outside of normal duty, the two of you began talking as well—however, it was mostly about work.

Even with all of that, he still saw you as nothing more than someone to be respected. He still saw you as just a superior, surely. That's all it was.

Those fluttering feelings in his chest when you bested him in a spar? Pure awe at your superior strength and wit in battle.

The heating of his cheeks when you'd toss him your water flask, telling him to drink up and get back on his feet? Just a minor cold, he was sure of it.

Well, for a while, at least, he could justify it as such...

One day, he arrived to his greenhouse after work—a place for his lackluster hobby of keeping flowers—only to find you, the Lieutenant he admired, watering each bud and taking careful care of each petal.

"W-What are you doing here, Lieutenant Y/N?!"

"Ah, forgive me for intruding. Ms. Sergeyevna was unavailable, so Serval asked me to check on your flowers."

You then chuckled a bit.

"Also, you're above me in ranking now, Captain Gepard. No need for the formalities."

And when you smiled, it sent a bolt of lightning straight through Gepard's chest—something he couldn't brush off or ignore any more.

You looked radiant.

He had to get out of there quickly.

"W-Well, thank you for your help! I best be off..."

Before he left, though, he couldn't help but pause, fidgeting at the door.

"Something the matter?"

"Erm..." Gepard was stammering, ready to smack himself over the head for his blunder. "I-If there's no need for formalities, then there's no need for you to refer to me as 'Captain' outside of work, Lieute—" He cut himself off. "Y/N... So..."

You only smiled.

"Okay, Gepard."

When Gepard ran (or rather, stiffly marched) back home after that little exchange, he was beating himself up mentally for such a foolish request.

And yet, the red of his cheeks and the pounding of his heart never did quite dissipate.

⊹ Blade

In Blade's mind, there wasn't much to say about you.

You were a fellow Stellaron Hunter—so?

He was mostly only assigned to Kafka thanks to her Spirit Whisper calming his mara.

Not to mention, the day he arrived to the Stellaron Hunters, you weren't even present. On a mission, as Elio had said.

However, the two of you would eventually cross paths when Kafka was assigned to a separate mission (after ensuring Blade would be stable during her absence, of course).

"This is Y/N. They have assisted the course of destiny for many years now. Be courteous to them."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Blade."

The first thing Blade noticed was how you were... warmer than he expected.

Kafka didn't have much to say on you other than non-answers (her usual go-to for any questions) and Silver Wolf had only mentioned you being scary.

Had she perhaps meant... in battle?

Surely the person before him wasn't scary in any capacity.

You were skilled, yes—once he went on jobs with you, he could easily tell why you were still a successful member of the Stellaron Hunters.

In any other situation, perhaps he would've said he admired your prowess.

However, you were still but an enigma, and for a long time, Blade didn't like that.

He chose to keep his distance where he could. While he would obey you in missions to assist Elio to his full capacity, he never actively hung around you if he didn't have to.

Despite this, you seemed to hang around him as much as you pleased, and against his obvious displeasure.

"Blade, would you like a snack? I brought plenty for this particular job, since it could get long."

"That coat can't be comfortable all the time. Why don't we go and get you a new one? It's not bad to have options."

"Is your hair getting in the way? I can braid it or tie it back."

He'd never answer you at first. Your kindness was uncomfortable.

However, one day, he did. And he still doesn't quite know why.

"Blade, your bandages are unraveling again. Should I rewrap them?"

"...If you must."

You had stopped at that. Blade actually answered you?

"Haha, I was beginning to wonder if you had a voice at all! C'mere, I'll do those right up for you."

The gentle feeling of your hands redoing the bandages across his battered body did not make Blade flush, nor did his heart rate accelerate.

But a fuzzy feeling had wormed its way into his chest, and he didn't want to think about what it could mean.

But even if he didn't think about its meaning, surely it wouldn't hurt to pursue it from time to time?

It certainly felt better than the agony of mara rife through his walking corpse of a body.

Blade began spending time with you, even outside of missions.

You were reading somewhere? He'd suddenly appear beside you, claiming to be at a loss for things to do, thus he decided to sit for a while.

You were in your room? He'd ask if he could sit in the corner and polish his sword—the lighting in your room was best for such care.

You were about to head out on a solo mission? He'd either ask Elio to accompany you and appear just as you were to head out, or if he was denied, he'd ask you to tie his hair back before he went in case he was called out—Kafka and Silver Wolf, he claimed, could never do it quite right.

It's honestly very endearing.

This big, scary beast of a man becomes a stubborn kitten in your presence, never willing to admit he desires your presence but seeking it out anyways.

And to Blade, that's fine.

He doesn't need words to tell you how he feels.

Hell, he'd probably be loathe to speak his feelings into existence himself. He's still in denial.

He'll continue to show you in just the way he always has—being as close by your side as he can.

⊹ Dan Heng

Unlike with Blade, Dan Heng has some level of interest in you from the start.

You're there when Himeko brings him aboard, introducing him to her fellow Nameless as the newest member.

To be fair, though, he does have some sort of interest in every member of the Nameless, but something about you is a tad different.

You appear younger than Himeko or Welt, likely closer to his own physical age.

That alone makes you somewhat more approachable.

Not that Dan Heng is really approaching anyone on the express right away, though...

It definitely takes you stepping up and approaching him first for him to open up.

It probably starts with you helping him out.

He's always diligent about obeying your advice and help.

As independent as Dan Heng can be, he's respectful to your authority as a more experienced Nameless.

(Not that there's much of a hierarchy or seniority in the Nameless, but he respects you anyhow.)

He's having trouble compiling all the information for a certain entry? You're pointing out things he missed, sort of like a beta reader.

When the two of you are exploring the latest planet you've stopped by, you keep him safe against dangerous monsters (not that he's incapable of fighting, but he appreciates the assistance)

If he's looking for the next volume of a book he's been reading, you're the first to find and get it for him.

And if it's not on the Express, you fetch it for him elsewhere.

You're very open, which he's not used to—Himeko and Mr. Yang tend to leave him to his own devices, after all—but it's not a bad feeling, per se.

He begins to take notice of the ways you stand by him, help him, watch his back.

Not to mention, the manner in which you try to ensure he's welcome at every turn, considering your senior status as one of the Nameless and his relative recent arrival.

As you spend time with him, it's only a matter of time before you can nonverbally understand the quiet Xianzhou native.

"..."

"Hmm, I see. I'll go get you the latest volume, Dan Heng. I'm sure they sell it on this planet, too—I've been to their bookstores before."

"Thanks."

Himeko and Welt don't really know quite what goes on when this happens.

Over time, you're always the first to communicate for Dan Heng if he isn't present, which he truly does appreciate.

"Dan Heng would like whatever, as usual. Can you prepare the breakfast I had last time, Pom-Pom? He seemed to enjoy it when he tried mine."

"Oh, Dan Heng won't be joining us. Said he needs to organize the archives."

To anyone else, it might just look like a senior Nameless taking the new guy under their wing, but Mr. Yang and Himeko both grew to know better.

They both saw the way that Dan Heng looked at you when he thought no one else was looking at him.

Or perhaps he just didn't care as long as you didn't see the way his eyes shone, an almost imperceptible affection shining behind them.

They both noticed how Dan Heng would go out of his way on planets you weren't exploring to buy you a souvenir, or get you a snack reminiscent of your favorites.

Even March—when you, along with the other Nameless, finally discovered her and rescued her from her ice-prison—as a relatively new member could catch on to how he felt in just a few short weeks.

"Hey, Y/N! Are you and Dan Heng dati—"

"Shh!"

The pink-haired girl eventually had her curiosity sated every time she got to take a photo of Dan Heng's ever-slight smile at the sight of you returning to the Express.

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dreaming-of-mossballs · 1 month

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First Date..? - (Gepard x florist!reader)

Summary: Gepard, after becoming ill to the point of passing out, asked you to go on a tour of the Belobog History and Culture Museum with him. Today is that day!

▸ Genre(s): fluff, a sprinkling of angst

▸ Word Count: 5.5k

▸ Tags: Gepard x reader

▸ Warnings: food mentions, mentions of domestic abuse

A/N: MY LAST POST SHOWED IN THE TAGS!!!! It brought a ton of new people in <3 hello gepard fans, this is a part of my series! You can find more in the masterlist. (Or don’t. I try to make it so you can start wherever.)

the dividers are being stupid but i decided to keep them

MASTERLIST

Gepard, the heir to the Landau name and a sworn Silvermane Guard, wasn’t sure if he had ever felt this nervous in his life.

From his first interview as a cadet to the ceremony promoting him to the position of “Captain,” his heart had never beat as loudly as it did that day. It sent tremors through his chest that traveled all the way to his throat.

He stood resting an arm on the counter of the Neverwinter Workshop reception desk, paying no mind to his sister as she milled about, rummaging through drawers of tools and combing through filing cabinets.

A heavy sigh escaped the captain’s lips as he tapped his fingers apprehensively. All he could focus on was the antique clock on the wall taunting him as it tick, tick, ticked away. Closer and closer to the time he’d be meeting you.

Serval’s voice drew him out of the thoughts weighing his mind down.

“Earthwork should be good to go,” she said, hoisting the shield device slash guitar case onto the counter with a thump.

The bronze safety goggles resting precariously on the top of her head tumbled to the floor. Those would definitely cost a pretty penny.

“Let me know if the shield deployment acts up again, alright?”

Gepard took the procedural report from her and nodded. “You have my gratitude once again, sister. The guards should send you an invoice soon,”

Suddenly, the bell in the central plaza rang. Its sound sent shivers down his spine, which he tried to shake off by glancing absentmindedly out the window. This did not go unnoticed by his sister.

“You seem a little antsy today, Geppie. What’s messing with your rhythm?”

“Ah?” Gepard responded while tucking the yellow slip of paper into his pocket. “I merely have a few affairs that need attending to. The concern is appreciated, though,”

He straightened his collar, averting his eyes. She stared at him incredulously at this pathetically conspicuous act.

“You know?” she snorted. “You are possibly one of the worst liars on Jarilo-VI,”

She dropped her wrench on the desk carelessly, and he stiffened immediately.

“You never act this distant when it comes to affairs. In fact, most of the time you’re pretty quick to pass them off to me!” Serval shook a finger at him. “I’ve had my fair share of headaches, so you better fess up right now, little brother,” she hissed.

She stomped around the counter over the unfortunate pair of goggles and leaned in a good five or so inches away from his face. Gepard mustered all the will in his body to keep his lips straight and his facade up. “Ah— um,”

“Does this, in any way, shape or form, have to do with (Y/N)?” she barked.

“N-no, I…” His eyes flickered for a second at a pot of indigo flowers behind her. Serval, like her namesake, used this as an excuse to pounce.

“It does, doesn’t it? You broke eye contact!” She accused.

“Anyone would, in that situation!” He defended himself, clenching his jaw tightly. “You need to find better methods of interrogating people than that, sister,”

“Excuse you,” Serval snapped. “I’m just curious! We DO share a lot of friends, but (Y/N) is the only one I don’t work with.” She folded her arms.

Gepard ran a hand from his chin all the way to his hair with a groan. The last time they had squabbled like this, he hadn’t yet graduated from cadet school.

He cleared his throat. “That wasn’t what I was thinking about. As for (Y/N), I happen to be seeing them at the museum today. Are you satisfied with this information?”

His sister rolled her eyes at the biting remark and wiped a hand across her brow, smearing motor oil on her forehead. “Yeah. Fine. Don’t bother telling all the juicy details of how that came to be. They’d just be wasted on me!”

Gepard’s shoulders dropped in exasperation as he stared at her. “Why are you so invested in this, sister? You hardly give a single snowflake about my personal life. What changed?”

If looks could kill, Gepard would be six feet under.

“Hey. I’m trying to help you and your hopeless love life!” His sister nearly exploded with frustration. He quickly took a step back.

“Every time you two are in the same room, your face goes pink and you’re completely paralyzed,” she said, exasperated. “At this rate, you’ll grow old before your feelings reach them!”

She stuck a finger in her mouth with a gagging noise. Gepard blushed even harder.

“My feelings have nothing to do with you, sister,” he sputtered while simultaneously going over every single time you’ve happened to be in a room together in his head.

Serval stopped for a moment, her hackles seeming to fall. Her voice dropped an octave. “They do, actually,”

Serval sucked in a breath through her teeth.

“Y’know, Gepard… I’ve seen you go your entire life laying down everything you’ve ever had for Belobog. Isn’t it about time you pursue something— someone, that makes you happy?”

She paused, letting the words linger in his mind. Then she spoke again.

“Y’know, that you love,”

The air between them became thick with silence.

Serval sighed, leaning her back against the counter. Her little brother seemed to lack the words to respond.

“I’ve seen how you light up when you see them. And it hurts me seeing you stamp your feelings down each and every time,”

She searched in his eyes for any sign that her message was reaching him. But she did not find one.

“I’ve told you this before. Love isn’t something you can half-ass. You have to put your all into it—,” she twirled a pen around in her hand to blow off some steam. “—I don’t even care if you don’t want my help. I just want you to feel like you can confide in me, okay?”

She looked back at her brother, who was now staring at the floor, and smiled wistfully.

Well, Belobog wasn’t built in a day, after all.

Serval shrugged. “Anyways. You don’t have to listen to your big sis. I just think you should spend as much time with them before you’re sent away on another campaign.” Her tone became humorous. “Make sure you’re aaa-ll they think about when you’re gone,”

Gepard’s head shot up, his mouth going agape, and he quickly shut it.

“Why would I want to do that??”

“So you two can send each other looong letters about how much you love and miss each other, of course!” Serval chuckled teasingly, sticking her tongue out at her furiously blushing younger brother.

“They— they don’t feel that way about me,” he choked out.

She folded her arms at his defeated tone. “Maybe they don’t, but you two have chemistry!”

She slapped him on the shoulder heartily, which caused him to choke on the breath he was taking. “I can tell they care for you. And since when have Landaus been ones to give up?”

Gepard let out an exhale through his nose at the saying his sister would always repeat when they were kids.

“…never,”

“That’s right, little brother! Now, how long before your little date?”

He sighed again. “I’m going after I put my shield in the barracks,”

This time, it was Serval’s turn to freeze. “Right now?!” Her eyes burned holes into him.

“Yes, right now,”

She launched herself at him and dug her long nails into his shoulders. He stumbled backwards, trying to keep his balance. “NO. NO YOU CAN’T. NOT LIKE THAT,”

“Why is that?” Gepard blinked in surprise.

“You’re off duty today and you’re still in uniform? We’ve gotta get you tidied up,” she gasped.

“I sincerely doubt that they care—,” he started, remembering the time you showed up to a cafe with your gardening gloves on and dirt smudged on your face.

Serval bristled at him. He swallowed nervously.

He knew better than to keep talking.

His sister grabbed him harshly by the shoulder and yanked him out the door towards the estate.

Oh Aeons. This wasn’t going to be good.

❆ — ❆ — ❆

And finally, there you were. Gepard spotted you people watching as you waited outside of the Belobog History and Culture Museum, back rested on the handrail languidly, like a tourist.

You turned towards him with one hand gripping a pamphlet, the other shielding your eyes from the sun and—

Oh wow.

Why did he look like that?

He was taking long strides towards you, in an outfit that could only be described as way over-the-top. His hair was slicked back so you could see his forehead and (very strong) jawline, and he wore a brilliant white suit with silver accents that was most definitely meant for something more formal than a trip to the museum.

Additionally, he had on a long white cape that stopped at his ankles. With the bright sunlight shining down, it was blinding.

He looked like a foreign prince, from one of those novels Vaska liked to read. One woman’s jaw dropped as he passed by.

Oh, Aeons. Serval had definitely played a part in this one.

You, on the other hand, wore the same thing you always did. The green florist’s uniform coupled with a beret (which was rather charming, in your opinion). You shook yourself off and walked up to meet him.

“Hiya Captain!” You said as he approached.

Gepard felt something stab through his chest at the formal title, but he brushed it off.

“Glad to see you’re back in shape— and whoa, you look nice today.”

You looked him up and down keenly, and Gepard thought he felt his heart stop.

“Y-yes. I happened to have made a full recovery, thank you. Shall we go in?” He cringed inwardly at his inability to speak.

As much as he hated it, Serval was right. His heart was beating sixteenth notes as he looked at you. And no matter what he did, he couldn’t slow it down.

You nodded. But your eyes darted to the side for a second, showing a hint of uncertainty.

“Yeah! Um… Maybe lose the cape though?”

You gasped as you saw him quickly cover his face with his hand.

“N-not like it doesn’t look good on you! I was just thinking it might catch on the displays, y’know,”

“No, no. I get it.” Gepard let out a small groan, much like an arctic bear cub. “Serval insisted on dressing me up before I left. I should have told her not to.”

He grimaced, knowing all too well that it wouldn’t have made a difference either way. He then unclasped the cape and rolled it up into a tight ball, tucking it under his arm.

Whew. That was most definitely better. He looked less like a prince and more like your average rich noble. Although, if you were being honest, that wasn’t great either.

And so, he showed you into the museum with the hospitality of an attendee (he had worked there, after all). You felt like royalty. And Aeons, the lobby was absolutely perfect. It had an air of welcoming in it, and it smelled like history! Or dust. One of the two, you figured.

In true Underworld fashion, you waltzed up to the reception desk and immediately began making small talk. The blonde woman seemed startled but made nothing of it.

“How much for tickets?” You leaned your elbows on the counter. Her eyes landed on Gepard, who unbeknownst to you, was approaching from behind.

“Oh? Are you two here together?” She gasped. You whipped around, startled. “Volunteers are allowed to bring one guest for free. We appreciate your visit, Captain Gepard,”

She bowed her head respectfully and he nodded. He lightly placed a hand on your shoulder, which in turn, caused you to jump nearly half a foot in the air.

Great. Just great.

“Would you like to accompany me to the automaton section first?” He inquired. You weren’t certain, but you thought you heard a hint of shyness in his tone.

Like I’d run off without my tour guide in a building this big, you thought, glancing up at the huge arching ceilings in the main area.

“Sure! You’d better give me a tour worth a five-star review, Captain,” you chuckled.

That seemed to flip a switch. “I’ll do my utmost,” he declared.

He glanced down at you as you laughed lightly at his fiercely determined demeanor, feeling his cheeks warm at the sound of your voice. And with that, you began your tour through the museum.

First you stopped at the side parlor, which housed numerous automatons borrowed from the Robot Settlement. The models were polished and the descriptions were lengthy, which made you beam with pride. They sure knew how to treat the robots right.

Next you made your way to the main hall. It had an abundance of artifacts in sturdy glass cabinets, and beautifully intricate paintings that stole your breath away.

Gepard made sure to narrate every piece you seemed even moderately interested in. He loved how your eyes seemed to sparkle when he’d quote something he’d read in a history book, giving you a taste of the delves of information he kept stored in his brain as a Belobogian noble.

If it were up to him, you’d have access to every archive on the face of Jarilo-VI.

And you, you loved how he’d get so absorbed in explaining things that the words seemed to pour out of his mouth as he pointed at the displays. Even with the hum of the Geomarrow heaters and the constant chatter of visitors, his voice was the only one you seemed to hear.

Such simple joy it brought you. Here, staring at the photograph of the Eversummer Florists together, and chatting as if you weren’t two whole worlds apart. Gepard’s eyes took in every detail, every flower and every ray of sunlight trickling in through the windows.

You tore your gaze away from his profile to stare at your leather shoes just for a moment. Something vague flapped at the corners of your mind, but now really wasn’t the time to try and sort it out, you told yourself.

“Why don’t we tour the projector room next?” Gepard said, leaning down to look you in the eyes intently. You felt your heart leap at his voice.

Boy, were you in deep.

You mustered a smile as best you could, hoping it wasn’t too stiff.

“Sure! Lead the way,”

You had never seen such a wonderful piece of technology before. You both sat down on the velvet benches, entranced by the images flickering across the canvas.

This time, it was Gepard’s turn to stare. He’d seen it all before in his days as a volunteer. But seeing you gazing in awe at the projection as the light reflected in your eyes. That was something new.

Sitting there, shoulder to shoulder. Like equals. Watching the same screen, seeing the same things. It made his heart flutter like nothing ever had.

❆ — ❆ — ❆

“Wow. I am wiped!” you exclaimed after departing from the museum. “That was a great tour. Do you accept tips, Mister Volunteer Guide?” You grinned at him and Gepard let out an amused huff.

“I simply repeated what they taught me in primary school,”

“Yeah?” You inquired. “It was super immersive, though. I think you’d make a great history teacher,”

He went almost entirely pink at the compliment.

You chuckled to yourself. It wasn’t hard to make him blush, you thought.

“And also, what’s a primary school?” You piped up.

“Oh?” He paused. “It’s the first school kids attend on the surface. They learn to read, write, and all the other various things required of them,”

“Really? I remember Natasha teaching us how to read and write, but then it was straight to the mines for us,” you pondered, reminiscing back on your childhood in the Great Mine.

Suddenly, Gepard’s shoulder crashed into yours, sending you reeling into the Geomarrow heater to your left with a loud bang. You hurriedly grabbed it before it crashed to the ground.

Interestingly enough, the cause of this confusion was a small but speedy child, who had rammed into Gepard’s right leg by accident.

The child with short umber hair didn’t look back once after knocking into you, shouting “sorry,” and continuing to sprint, as a gang of ten or more children trampled after him. Their footsteps echoed along the walls of the lower floor of the Administrative district, which amplified them until it really did sound like a herd of animals.

All of the kids were carrying flags and pinwheels, staple items for the upcoming Solwarm festival, but they were wearing clothes belonging to both the Overworld and the Underworld.

This sent a jolt of surprise to your core. They played together so easily, it was like the past few decades hadn’t even happened.

“Little rascals,” you snickered, pulling away from the bench and brushing yourself off. You both stood and watched the children barrel down the road, knocking unsuspecting grown-ups into the next week. At one point, they stopped in a wide-open area and began to kick around a beanbag, their laughter ringing like bells.

Gepard’s brows furrowed, a pensive look appearing on his face.

“What’s on your mind?” You tilted your head at him with a smile on your lips.

His thoughtful expression had to have been one of your favorites.

He returned your gaze from where he was staring at the children chattering, running, and playing without a care in the world. Gepard felt the pang of a familiar memory in his chest.

“I was just considering… how nice it is to see relationships between the Overworld and the Underworld lessening in tension.”

He sighed. “I know it may sound silly, but some used to discourage interactions between the two,”

The look in Gepard’s eyes became a little more distant. “My father, for instance,”

You looked at him questioningly as he drew in a deep breath.

“I remember he once threw a vase at me in a fit of anger, after discovering I’d been visiting a group of kids from the mines,”

He glanced at the ground, looking quite like a lost puppy. “I had never heard the stories that they were telling before, so I just… kept going back to listen,”

You felt your mouth fall slightly ajar. He kept speaking.

“Thankfully, I didn’t get hurt that day, but the only reason is because my sister stepped in order to protect me,”

Your eyes widened in shock. “How— how old were you?”

“I believe I was five at the time,” Gepard stated. Almost like it was nothing.

“I think that’s where I gained some of my resolve,” he continued. “My own sister stepped forward to protect me without a thought for her own safety. So I grew up wanting to be strong, like her,”

Gepard curled his hand into a fist, letting memories of his childhood wash over him in his usual manner of acceptance. But when he looked back at you, only a glimpse of your face could be seen. You stared at the ground silently, and he could very well tell that your fists and jaw were clenched tight.

Waves of frustration at the realization crashed over you and your breath went hot. You stared back up at him, tears brimming in your eyes.

“He threw… a vase at you?” You said.

Hurt leaked into your voice against your will and you felt your heart had snapped in two. It seemed like both he and Serval harbored animosity toward their father.

And now you knew why. There was no way this was a one-time thing.

“That’s— wow, I don’t know what to say, Gepard,”

The captain showed little to no reaction. He looked back at the plaza with a soft exhale. One that exuded both sadness and gradual adjustment.

“He’s… always been that way. The Landaus, well, they all have their own sort of stubbornness in their values. His just tended to come out more,” he said.

“Stubborn, maybe.” You chewed on your bottom lip. “But he had no right to throw something at you. That could’ve really hurt a small child,”

You remembered being trapped in a landslide as a kid, and another child had kicked you in the face trying to escape. You were sent tumbling down the canyon where you fractured your shoulder and leg.

But to live with someone who, at any moment, could snap and hurt you? That was something else entirely.

Communities in the Underworld were based on a mutual network of trust. You couldn’t imagine having no one to turn to when you were scared. You stifled a sob.

“If I’m being honest with myself,” Gepard said softly, resting a hand on his chin. “It’s stuck with me well into my adult years. I haven’t quite dispelled all the preconceptions I’ve been raised with,”

“It doesn’t seem like he would have give you much room to, anyways,” you commented. “I think you two have both grown up to be wonderful people, even though you’ve faced so many hardships,”

He nodded solemnly, taking each and every word to heart. “But now, seeing these children at play, it gives me hope for the future… That Belobog truly can heal,”

It was at this moment you remembered, the captain was a kid too at one point. Behind the stoic exterior and steadfast resolve, there was a child that laughed and cried. One that had his own internal struggles, besides leading an army and reporting directly to the Supreme Guardian.

His childhood must have really had an impact on him. How would he have been different, if he had grown up in a happier home, you wondered. Despite the pain, you smiled.

Out of the blue, an idea popped into your brain.

“You know what I think, Gepard?” You chirped. “I think you just might be right!”

In a fit driven by inspiration, you leaped onto the nearest cafe table, offering your hand to your startled companion. He took it and carefully stepped onto the steel chair to join you.

“Overworld. Underworld. Why should it matter?” You shrugged confidently. “We’re here already, aren’t we? Look at us!”

You beamed at him and spun around with your arms outstretched on the wooden surface.

Turning to face him, you took both of his hands in yours. They felt warm. A soft kind of happiness filled Gepard’s eyes as he slotted his fingers in between your own.

“That’s right, we are.” He smiled gently.

You stood there for a moment, ignoring all the passerby and also the confused waitress calling for the shop owner.

If only you could take this sliver of time and put it in your pocket. You both held your breath, hoping that if you didn’t move, you could stay there until the world stood still.

Your eyes trailed to Gepard’s cheeks, which still had a slight blush to them, (maybe from the cold), down to the silver clasps that held his jacket together.

Glancing back up at his kind eyes, you felt something inside you chipping its way out.

—love you.

Your eyes went as round as the shield coins they exchanged at the Eversummer Florist’s.

What?

Oh no— oh no. Hold on. I knew something was, um, off, but is my brain playing tricks on me?

Was I just caught up in the moment? Why did I even think that?

Gepard stared at you quizzically, unaware of the mental battlefield you had just gotten your left arm blown off in.

Your heart began to race faster than one of those antique cars they had at the museum. His hands still clasped yours tightly, even as you tried to drop them gently.

You let out a strangled sound from your throat that sounded like “huegh” while steam poured out of your ears.

“(Y/N)?” He said, confused but seemingly unfazed.

You turned towards the closest brick wall, still holding his hands. Your eyes darted around like a cat after a loud disturbance.

No. I cant keep lying to myself like this.

You braced yourself for the realization as best you could.

I’m�� in love with Gepard.

It still wasn’t enough. The sky and the ground seemed to reverse that very second as everything went upside down.

Still holding his hands, the first round of mental gymnastics began. You felt almost dizzy as thoughts flooded your brain, so you looked at your shoes to combat it.

(His were there too so it didn’t help much.)

Thoughts like:

Have… I been in love with him this whole time?

And, When did it start? And why? And, Did he notice? What if I’ve been super duper obvious??

And last but not least, Oh, Qlipoth. Please preserve my sanity—,

You blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about—,”

You were lifting your head again in order to make your statement seem sincere when, something that was crazier than the time you decided to go crowd surfing on a line of robots, popped into your mind.

Kiss him. A part of you whispered internally.

Every muscle in your body froze.

Do it. You know you want to, the voice spoke again.

Your eyes travelled slightly downward to his lips. All you had to do was—

You yanked your hands away from his harshly, opting to stare at his chest instead of his face in shame.

Oh. My. AEONS. You grabbed your face with both hands. Did I think that? Did I just think that??

No. I don’t think I did, you consoled yourself hurriedly. I think Serval developed a device that projects thoughts into people’s heads, and I’m her test subject!

Gepard made a slight movement. A jerk of the head, which was nothing noteworthy now that you look back on it, but with everything going on at that moment, it was enough to set you off.

You yelped. Just like a snow fox.

The next few moments were a blur. You had taken a step backward without realizing you were on a table, and the surface was in fact, finite, and ended up toppling onto the cold stone ground behind you.

You narrowly missed a stack of crates, which would have definitely left a mark, had you landed on one of the edges.

Gepard had practically leaped off the table to check if you were okay, but the shopkeeper had appeared, waving his broom furiously at the both of you.

Your companion tried his best to placate the man but he wasn’t having it.

In a rush of adrenaline, you scrambled to your feet and took grabbed Gepard’s hand, making a quick dash around the corner.

Hopefully the man wouldn’t recognize him. With this particular outfit, you thought Gepard might stand a chance.

In a cruel twist of fate, you both ended up huffing and puffing in a narrow alleyway behind a drugstore. All that dotted the area was a dumpster and a few posters advertising a play that was five months out of season.

“I think we lost him,” you panted, and promptly dissolved into giggles. “Did you see his face? He was all like—,” you cut off, waving your arms around with a wacky expression.

You wheezed once more and doubled over to hold your stomach as cackling erupted from your throat. Gepard was resting against the wall as well, while his chest heaved with effort.

“Ohhh!” You said, raising your head once more. “Now I remember what I was saying— I wanted to thank you for showing me around so often. I hope I’m not being too much of a burden,” you chuckled to yourself.

Gepard pulled the cape out from where it had been caught between his legs before he responded.

“Not in the slightest, (Y/N). I’m always happy to be of assistance,” he responded.

You wiped fake sweat off your brow (even though you really were sweating). “Sweet. I’m gonna go grab a drink from the vending machine, if ya don’t mind. Want one?”

“I’d appreciate it,”

You ran to the vending machine while Gepard waited, keeping a lookout while his back was pressed against the wall. He was certain his jacket would need a fair amount of dry cleaning afterward. You bounded back with two Strawberry Svarog sodas in hand and popped them open.

Gepard threw his head back and drank heartily. He let out a satisfied sigh after drinking the last drop, while you clutched your bottle tightly after only drinking it halfway.

He was almost seen. You were struck with this thought.

You grimaced. There’s no way the higher ups at the fort would appreciate whatever tomfoolery you were dragging him into.

I shouldn’t let these feelings— no, myself, get in his way.

You two were completely different people, after all. He had a job and a reputation to hold down. You were just a florist.

Maybe they’ll fade with time. You hoped. I guess… I just have to hold on until then,

Because… because there’s no way he’d feel that way about me.

For a split second, it seemed like all of your happiness had leaked out of you and disappeared down the storm drain.

You quickly swallowed the feelings that had formed a hard lump in your throat. Hoping to clear up the silence, you whipped towards Gepard with false cheer, in hopes he wouldn’t notice your mood had dampened.

“So, Captain—,”

His lip stiffened. Again with the “captain?”

“Didja hear the news about the observatory?” You chattered, kind of absentmindedly. “They’ve finally been able to repair the main telescope, and soon it’ll be open for public use again!”

“Is that so? The last time I used that telescope, I was just a boy,” he replied, slightly shocked.

“Yep! I’ve seen the sky before, but I’ve never seen it, like… up close. You know?”

He smiled as you spread your arms grandly.

“Do the guards have a telescope?” You asked with a curious look in your eyes.

Gepard thought for a second, before he replied, “I imagine we did, many hundreds of years ago. But I think the Fragmentum threat posed too great a danger on the surface that—,”

He glanced up at the small patch of sky unobscured by the walls of the alleyway. It sparkled in his eyes.

“—we could no longer afford to pay attention to the sky,”

You joined him in gazing at the clouds.

What a world that would be.

❆ — ❆ — ❆

Bonus Scene 1

After the events that had transpired, and you both had gone home, Gepard was now focused on unbuttoning the seemly endless number of clasps on his coat.

This clasp in particular was incredibly frustrating. Every time he’d get ahold of it, it would slip out from between his fingers.

The captain was considering giving up and just wearing the gaudy thing forever when numerous alerts from Serval went off on his phone.

From: Serval at 15:19

Serval: geppie

Serval: hey

Serval: howd it go

You: Well, thank you.

The captain pinched the bridge of his nose irritably. Couldn’t she have waited at least an hour or so before barging in on his affairs?

His phone dinged once more.

I suppose that’s a no.

From: Serval at 15:20

Serval: is that all?

Serval: You’re totally leaving something out

Serval: oops. im being nosy again.

Serval: Call me if u wanna talk, ok?

Gepard sighed, debated for a moment what he’d rather do, then finally gave in and hit the “call” button.

[“Geppie! You called!”] Serval’s voice crackled to life through the speaker.

He could hear her smile radiating through the phone. The corners of his lips rose slightly, much to his own surprise.

“Indeed I did, sister,”

Bonus Scene 2

Back at the scene on top of the cafe table!

To keep his hands from trembling, Gepard stayed completely and utterly still.

Probably too still.

Your hands were warm, so warm. Although standing on top of a table at a random cafe wasn’t the most romantic setting, he felt like he could bring you into his embrace right then and there.

Never before had he felt so lacking in control of his own desires. Something seemed to be tugging at your thoughts, as you were looking around anxiously.

Could it be you didn’t want him to be spotted because his face was so well known? Gepard could only guess what kind of thoughts were bouncing around your brain.

He watched as you looked, back up from your shoes, to his sheepish face. Your eyes were more beautiful than the clearest ice crystals. Warmer, too. His gaze softened as he saw your eyes flick toward his lips.

And then Gepard did the unthinkable.

He leaned in closer.

❆ — ❆ — ❆

That choice did not end well for either of you.

After checking if you had hit your head and ducking into the nearest alleyway, Gepard wanted to strangle himself mentally.

Why? Why had he made such a stupid decision?

Out of all the choices, that was the most reckless one.

He really should have known better. At this rate, he risked losing your friendship because of his own selfish feelings.

The captain rested his back against the wall in shame as you ran to get drinks from a vending machine.

A man of his caliber shouldn’t be making such mistakes. He should get his act together and court you correctly, for the love of Qlipoth.

But Aeons, he could only ask himself:

What if he had waited a single second longer?

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harukaprism · 1 year

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Knight in Shining Armor

Pairing: Gepard Landau x F!Reader

Warnings: Comfort

Word Count: 698

Gepard Landau was perfect in every way, he was amazing at his job, he was a great leader and an even greater boyfriend. The two of you were constantly around each other after work and on your way home you normally stopped by the front lines or the fort, depending on where he was to say hello after work but today was different.

Work had destroyed you mentally, everything you did made you feel horrible, nothing brought you comfort and you didn’t want to bring Gepard down. He had it rough already with his job and his family so you headed straight home for a shower and a nap.

Worry had overtaken the Captain, you had been radio silent all day so when he got off work he called your phone immediately. It rang and then went to voicemail. You normally picked up on the first ring or texted him that you couldn’t talk on the phone.

Panic filled him as he made his way back to the city. Had he upset you and you were giving him the silent treatment? The noise of the city was too loud as everyone talked around him, so the only place he could think to go was Servals place.

“Hey Geppie! What brings you here after work?” His eldest sister's smile was bright and normally it lifted his spirits but not today. Even the nickname normally made him blush in embarrassment but he was so worried his body couldn’t filter that in.

“Have you spoken with Y/n today? I haven’t heard back and even my calls went to voicemail.” He tried to be rational and calm about this, he is a Landau, he is captain of the Silvermane Guards. But you were different from everything, you were everything to him.

“I saw her walk past the workshop earlier, right after work. I thought it was weird since it would normally take about an hour to get back home after visiting you.” The puzzled look on her face told him very little but so much.

“Did she seem upset with me?” By the way Serval looked at him he let his worry slip through his voice.

“No, I highly doubt you did anything to upset her. Come on she gushes about you all the time being the perfect man.” She let out a breathy laugh. “Maybe it was just a bad day or something else that she is not ready to say yet. Go see her big man.”

The thought of you talking like that about him made his heart sore a little but still this was not like you; taking his sisters advice he ran out of Neverwinter Workshop and to your apartment building.

You had given him a key to your apartment when you first moved in, it had been about 2 years into your relationship so he unlocked the door and left his shoes by the door. Your apartment was eerily silent as he made his way through. “Snowflake?”

You didn’t answer his call but as he cracked your bedroom door open he saw you curled up in a blanket he had gifted you for your birthday a year ago. His heart calmed once he saw you with it, it was his gift and it brings you comfort.

“Gepard?” Your voice was a little groggy as you sat up in bed. “What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t answer my calls or texts so I came over.” Sitting next to you on the bed he held your hand, he swore to protect the people of Belobog but there would be no home without you. “Is everything alright?”

The way your hand fit perfectly into his softened whatever blow you could give him. “Today was just…” your voice cracked and even in the dim lighting he could see tears welling in your eyes, “a bad day.”

He had already taken off all of his armor back at the base so he thought of the only thing he could do. Gepard laid down behind you and pulled your back against his chest, spooning you, letting the warmth of your bodies take the room over. “Then let me make it better.”

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antimatterz · 11 months

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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

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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.

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vellichorsmystique · 1 year

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Promise me another day with you

⭒ serval landau x gn!reader

⭒ w.c. +1.2k

⭒ comfort one-shot with angst undertones, a dash of fluff as well

⭒ no warnings... uh reader calls serval sev as a nickname, no use of y/n, minor/vague spoilers for the honkai star rail story line

⭒ One moment she was there, the next she was gone, hailed as a hero for sacrifice. But what about the friend she left behind? Or I’m doing the Serval companion quest and let me just say the abandonment issues are strong in this girl, so this is my take on her dynamic with her partner (you <3)

Neverwinter is unusually quiet- save for the incessant ticking of decorative machinations. Cogs twisting against the laws of nature resonant in their grinding noise. However that is all, it’s off putting in nature really. Normally when you would finally trudge into the mechanical workshop in the late hours of the frigid night it would be accompanied by the strums of an eclectic guitar, along with an array of excited whispers and murmurs on lyric composal ideas. Tiredly stepping further into the workshop, you couldn’t help the frown tugging at your lips, a familiar blonde head of hair was slumped against the counter. Turned to the side, and was intensely focused on a rugged polaroid photo.

Hesitance held you back, was something wrong? Unless you had gotten dates mixed up Pela should be here for the ladies rock ‘n roll practice. Before you can attempt to get lost in your thoughts even further Serval sits up, and looks around her shop before her eyes land on you. The air stills for a moment, and you can’t help but feel your nerves act up, locking your still form into place. Electric blue eyes crinkle at the bottom as a relieved smile covers her features, instantly she’s bolting from behind the work table. Carefully avoiding tripping over random projects and wayward nuts and boots. Before gathering you solidly in her arms.

“You’re ok!” Her arms snake around your waist and her chin digs into the dip of your shoulder. The smell of oil and rust tickles your nose, and it takes all your willpower not to sneeze. Startling slightly, you return the gesture in a much more subdued manner compared to her, but she seems to appreciate the sentiment if the sigh of her relief is any indicator to go by.

Time stops as the warmth of Serval surrounds you, it’s overwhelming and positively overflowing, enough to combat the rugged cold of the eternal freeze of Belobog (in your humble opinion) and you relish in it. All too soon the embrace ends, and Serval proceeds to hover over you, calloused fingertips ghosting over the skin of your face. Before promptly cradling your cheeks, critically inspecting every ounce of your form.

“Sev…,” chiding lightly, you rest your dominant hand over one of her own, curling your fingers to rest on her palm. In a common display of stubbornness she ignores you in favor of squishing your face slightly.

“Are you alright? Lil bro, let me know about your group's fragmentum expedition, you’re not hurt are you?” Tittering over you, Serval still had yet to relax her grip. It wouldn’t do either of you good if she continued this bout of worry, so you rolled your eyes fondly.

“Relax Sev, the trip had zero encounters. I'm fine as can be… besides you know the captain would rather go against his orders than face your wrath,” the woman pauses slightly before laughing suspiciously. Taking a step back she suddenly began avoiding your gaze.

“Aha… so you know about that?”

“Mhm, I should be offended as a Silvermane Guard that you threatened my captain on not sending me out into dangerous turf, but I guess it was a rather endearing effort,” nonplussed you walk past her to lean against the work table she was previously behind, a teasing smile blossoming on your expression. Seeing you weren’t mad, Serval huffed out loud following in pursuit of your retreat, there’s a gentle smile dawning her curved lips and you can’t help but think it belongs there.

Neither of you spoke content to just coexist in silence, side by side. However it doesn’t take you long to notice the thin furrow of her brow, years of being together does that sometimes though. Makes you keenly attuned to your partner- and her to you of course. So you thread your fingers through hers the action most familiar, and idly trace a thumb over her knuckles. If she wanted to talk, you would listen, and if she didn’t, you would offer comfort.

“You’re tired aren’t you?” A subject change? Abstaining from pointing out the obvious, you instead lean against her humming in confirmation.

“Let’s get you to bed then,”

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Nimble fingers trace indiscernible figures along your back: figure eights, lopsided hearts, and sometimes words of affirmation too. You seem to be teetering in between the brinks of consciousness and true REM. Warm breaths of air breeze against Serval's collar bone. The geomarrow heater hums in function, a warm orange glow emanating from its grated opening. It sputters slightly, she’ll have to tinker with it tomorrow… a sly smile takes over as she casts her gaze on your face. She could totally use it as an excuse to hold you closer although- you’d probably see through her schemes. It was a talent really, how often and how quickly you would figure it out. Nothing ever escaped your keen eyes when it came to the whims of herself, yet you know just when to back off. If today was any indication of the blissful understanding you regarded her with.

An old photo sits abandoned on a grainy table top, the corners of the image have long since faded away due to a bout of improper care of the delicate item. Even through wear and tear the three figures huddled in the middle of the frame are as clear as day. Serval is in the middle, lips pressed against your grinning cheeks, and her other arm hooked around a regal looking Cocolia. An innocuous photo- one that preserves the memory of good times.

It’s dumb really how caught Serval found herself, sitting and staring at that image willing the minutes by in a festering bout of worry. It’s unfair the thought bristles unbridled in her mind that she has already lost someone to that godforsaken stellaron…. She can’t lose you too. The thought is despondent, and it’s to her heavy sigh that she finally settles on something.

A meek whisper into the quietude of the darkened room, lips curving as the syllables of your name filtered through her voice. For a moment, she believes you to be asleep, but you groan out groggily in reply. Stirring and blinking slowly to adjust your sight, nose brushing against her chin you finally rasp out.

“Sev?” You are unable to make out her exact expression, but there isn’t really any time to dwindle on when she gathers your hands into her own, soft lips pressing gentle kisses on your fingertips. A brow raised in silent questioning, Serval finally speaks up her gaze piercing your own.

“I trust you, so I trust that you will be careful no matter what- that way you can always come back home to me,” the words come out small, so unlike the usual confident tone she uses when she speaks. Although miffed by her loaded question you don’t take long to answer.

“Of course Serval… I promise,” The blonde seemed to sigh in relief, shoulders shagging as she pressed her forehead against yours. When all is said and done, and the two of you are entwined once more atop the bed, Serval allows her fingers to trace up and down your arm. Before holding your hand firmly once more. She finds her mind blissfully empty and purely content. Comfortable in the presence of you, and the assurance that you would not disappear before her very eyes.

⭒ end notes uhm this was mainly made for my moot on my main blog hehe <3 @cxlrose hope you like it :)

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dogloveri23 · 9 months

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Second

Pairing: Gepard x reader Warning: Angst A/n: I've been waiting to start writing about honkai star rail men! I'm finally joining the fandom. I hope hsr players enjoy this one! UID:713436764

You stare at your watch once more as your fingers tap frantically against the table. "Late again?", The waiter asked you pouring you another glass of lemonade. You smile sadly at him a bit embarrassed by her keen eye. "He's just busy, it's not easy being a silver mane guard after all", You say faking a smile but you knew everyone could see through the facade. You weren't the best at faking your emotions. Every move you made displayed your emotions clearly. You were an open book.

"Right, he's the captain right?", She asked. She was clearly trying to make small talk. You would have been jumping at the opportunity on a usual day but right now, you didn't want to speak about Gepard. "Yes"

"You bagged a keeper", She smiled. Of course, she would say that. Everyone always said that. You said it to yourself- drilled it into your mind how lucky you were to have him. Even if you came second to everyone and everything. To Bronya, to Belobog, to Serval, to his duties and even to outlanders. You force a smile and nod at her statement. You couldn't stay here anymore. You were tired of the pitying looks and glances. The sad smile they sent your way.

You down your drink and slam your payment on the table. You smile at the waitress once more before leaving the store in a rush. Their gazes swallowed you up and made it hard to breathe. You wanted to cry. You rush to Serval's workshop. She was fun to hang out with and you were close friends. Right now, you need her comfort.

You barged in, startling her and her guest. "Sorry Serval, I-", you start but are stopped by the two blondes staring straight at you. "Oh, hey Y/n", She cheered with a large grin quickly gathering the attention of Gepard. "Oh, hey love", He blushes. he usually did when he spoke to you in front of his sister. It made you feel special but right now, it made your blood boil.

He walks up to you about to give you a peck. You walk away leaving him flustered. The tension had built up. Even Serval could feel it. "I had come to see you, Serval. But I think I'll move that meeting to a later date", You mumble glaring at Gepard. He looked confused. It made your eyebrows crease the longer it took for him to realize why you were mad.

"Are you Ok love?", He asks softly trying to touch you once again. You move away once more. He realized you were mad at him. "I just got back from our date"

His face dropped. He'd forgotten. You could tell from his blank expression followed by his averted gaze. "I was there for three hours Gepard like always. I waited for you, like i always do and look where that got me", You say to him feeling your chest tighten. "I'm sorry I-"

"I'm done Gepard. Let's end this."

"Whoa Y/n calm down. I'm sure Geppie got carried away", Serval tried to ease the situation and yet you didn't want her apology. You were done.

"Love, I've been busy. I-I just got carried away. I promise it won't happen again"

"I don't want your apology Gepard. I've heard it a million times. You'll be late for the next date and the next. I'm saving myself the trouble."

"I won't, I swear to you in the name of Landau that I won't", He begs grabbing your hands. His eyes pleaded with yours and ye you only blankly stared.

"Don't do that Gepard, you wouldn't want to shame your family would you?"

"I wont, Y/n! I pro-"

"Gepard please", You say removing yourself from his grip. On a normal day, you would have fallen right back into his arms as soon as he muttered an apology but today was different. You weren't sure what was so different but you didn't feel like giving into his pleas.

You walk away shocking even Serval! "Y/n please whatever this is, I'm sure that the two of you can resolve it", Serval says but you don't respond. you weren't surprised she'd try to plead on his behalf but this time, it wouldn't work, you were done.

"I'm tired of coming in second Serval. I don't think that's something he can change. "Y/n please", he says following you. He wouldn't let go easily. That was what attracted you to him in the first place but now you wanted nothing more than to leave. "I'm going to find someone else Gepard. Someone who'd pick me over everything", You say glaring at him once more before leaving the store and ignoring him. You weren't going to come second anymore. Not to him. Now to anyone else.

Part 2?

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nativeofsumeru · 1 year

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Reliving the Past (Sampo x Reader x Gepard) (PART ONE)

A/N: Most likely will be in parts!

(not proofread)

"It still feels like you haven't been gone a day." Serval said, smiling at you as you both carried packages into Neverwinter Workshop. You'd just recently resumed your status as an employee. Might take a bit longer to get your spot back on Serval's band though, but regardless, you were just happy to have your best friend back.

"I'm glad to be back too. Time in the Underworld was pretty rough." You reply, placing the package you carried on top of another inside the shop.

"Yea, it was a pretty tough day when you left...Gepard took it the hardest..." There was a momentary awkward pause in the air. Many memories came flooding back to you.

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(Flashback)

"Awwww! Go on, Lil Geppie! Ask them out!" Serval pushed with a wide grin on her face. She was so excited, her little brother and her best friend together, was this a dream come true?

"Serval, no! What if they say no?!" Gepard defended, face red, in a more hushed as if someone were going to hear.

"Look at how flustered you are right now, it's adorable!"

"Serval!"

"Don't worry Geppie, I know they won't say no. And you'll never know they're answer if you never ask."

"Mm." Gepard began to twiddle his thumbs. He'd really had the biggest crush on (Y/N) since they were all kids. He still couldn't get the brave and strong (Y/N)(L/N) of the Underworld out of his head. Every time he heard Serval, Cocolia, and (Y/N) were going to hang out, he'd try anything just to tag along and spend time with them.

"U-uh (Y/N)...hi." Confused they tilted their head to the side. Aeons help him. The cuteness overload was almost going to make him explode.

"Gepard? What are you doing here?" At this point they were concerned. Gepard was red as a strawberry and was noticeably sweating. "Is this everything?"

"Uh um well, I-" Gepard began to stammer. He couldn't do this! He was too nervous. Then he remembered his sister's words regarding his possible rejection.

'Don't worry Geppie, I know they won't say no.' His sister's words resonated with him a bit. How could he have been so stupid? She was trying to tell him this whole time!

Frustrated, he let out a long sigh at the realization, putting his head in his head, the flowers he was hiding behind his back finally revealing themselves at his side.

"Gepard?" (Y/N) nervously asked, now starting to feel as if it was oddly hot in there.

"May I come in please?" He finally asked, with some slightly newfound confidence. (Y/N) nodded rapidly, gladly opening the door all the way to let him in.

"You two really do make the cutest couple." (Y/N) couldn't help but chuckle a bit, head resting in their hand as they watched their lover grab some more snacks from their table at Cocolia's inauguration.

"Yea..." They couldn't deny it. Gepard really was the best.

"Oh (Y/N), are those googly eyes I see you making at that Landau boy?" Cocolia teased on her way over to the table.

"Yea, does he have an S/O? I'd like to ask him out sometime." (Y/N) played along.

"(Y/N). That's your boyfriend." Cocolia's friends laughed at how she took their joking play along seriously.

"I know. How lucky am I?" Just then, he waved at them from across the venue. They couldn't help the small spark inside their heart at that moment.

"(Y/N) you can't be serious."

"Yes I AM Gepard. You don't understand."

"You're right, I don't. So please, explain it to me. Moving to the Overworld with me full time has never been an issue before, why is it all of a sudden now?" Their lover pleaded.

"The removal of Silverman Guards is the issue here Gepard. Can't you see? There is dangerous threats of possible Fragmentum corrosion and monsters. The people will be defenseless!" At this, he stayed silent. He couldn't argue with that fact and the very likely possibilities. He scratched his neck not knowing how to respond without sounding selfish.

"I'm sorry, but this move will have to wait. I can't move here permanently in good consciousness knowing my family is likely to suffer. They live in one of the higher risk areas of the Underworld. It's not exactly like they're the wealthy enough to move. If something happened to them and I was just up here acting as if nothing was wrong, I'd never forgive myself."

There was a pause in the argument. Everything they said held truth behind it. The truth was, that everything was so complicated. He ran every possible solution through his mind and that's when he came to realize, his newly acquired badge as a Silvermane Guard was starting to become more of a nuisance than a blessing. He couldn't move down to the Underworld with them.

His heart became heavy at this realization. There was no use convincing them, he'd be stupid to even try.

"I understand." Was all he could muster out. "It's likely if the Fragmentum worsens...it's likely that many communication lines and back and forth transport will be shut down."

"I don't like where this is going."

"I'm just trying to think about this rationally."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to think of a way I could still come see you (Y/N). I'm not going to leave you here to fend for yourself forever."

That stupid Silvermane badge glistened in the light, almost as if taunting the couple. What was once such a prized possession and reward for the training he went through was suddenly proving to make their lives very difficult.

They had one thing to consider, even if cell communication wasn't interrupted, who's to say he wouldn't be sent to the frontlines of the blizzard and the Fragmentum. It was very likely to worsen. He wouldn't be able to communicate then. Letters don't make it that far and with all protection gone from the Underworld, the inhabitants would need all the consistent protection they could get.

"Be safe, (Y/N)." Serval said sadly.

"I will be. And I won't be gone forever, just until the Fragmentum slows down. Then I'll be back." They replied with a smile. Serval nodded.

"And I promise to stay in touch. Expect phone calls almost every night." You chuckled a bit.

"I will. Try and keep Cocolia in check alright? Aeons know she's a handful for just one of us alone."

"Don't worry. Just cause she's Supreme Guardian now doesn't mean she can escape all our inside jokes." (Y/N) looked behind her at the sheepish looking Gepard standing behind his sister. The brave and intimidating Silvermane Guard was here reduced to nothing but a puppy in the presence of his lover. Serval noticed the tension and began to walk away, letting the couple have their space.

"I'm being sent off to the front lines tomorrow." Gepard shared solemnly. Both were silent for a moment, the air was thick.

"How long?"

"I don't know."

"I see."

"...I love you, (Y/N)." They couldn't bare to look at him in the eyes. Of course he'd finally say 'I love you' right at the moment they were about to give him some bad news.

"Um, Gepard?"

"Hm?"

"Let's take a break." His eyes went wide at this suggestion.

"I-I..."

"It's just that, we don't know what the future will hold right now. Much less when the next time we'll see each other is. It may be a few months or it may be 10 years! How about for now, you and I, we just stick a pin in it, put it on pause." He stayed silent listening to what they were saying. "Let's just pause this for now and pick back up next time we meet. And if we're still single by then, we can continue on. However, I don't want to hold you back or be a distraction from your from your duties."

"I understand. I, too, wouldn't want to be a burden on you either. Just be safe (Y/N)." Deep down he knew this was probably the smartest solution. It's likely they wouldn't be able to see each other again for the next decade. Might as well, leave the door open to continue life and live onward instead of being stuck in the past.

'Yes, this is the best solution.'

Before boarding the trolley, (Y/N) gently grabbed his hand, leaning in and giving him a kiss on the lips.

"Goodbye, Gepard. I love you too." And with that they were gone, headed towards the tram with their belongings.

"Farewell, (Y/N)." You were out of earshot now. "Until next time."

What neither expected, was the near permanent shutdown of transportation between the Over and Underworld.

"Good afternoon ladies. (Y/N) darling, are you ready for dinner tonight?" You were snapped out of your thoughts at the sight of your lover in the doorway.

His goofy smile and silky blue haired self stood there, staring at you like you were the most prized object in the shop.

"Sampo! You came just in time, they just finished helping me bring in all these packages from outside." Serval stated, walking up to the front desk. She wasn't necessarily fond of him after his more than unsavory acts during the situation with the Stellaron in her opinion. Although you had to agree many of his actions were uncalled for, you had to give him the benefit of the doubt. They made sense to him in his own weird way and he almost always meant well. You still remember the conversation she had with you.

It was during your reunion breakfast and you insisted she told you the story of the Stellaron before you bombarded her with your life story since you'd left. That when she said the name "Sampo".

"Then this one guy, called himself Sampo-"

"You know Sampo?" Serval's jaw went slack.

"Do you know Sampo?"

"Yea, he's my boyfriend."

"I'm sorry, what?!" You shrunk in your seat a bit at this explosive response.

"I can respect you've moved on from Gepard, but HIM?! Of all people? Seriously?!"

"Oh, hey. I was just finishing up here." You said, adjusting the placement of one of the boxes before it fell off.

"Are those the things for that one 'super big client’ project you were telling me so much about?” Sampo inquired. You nodded with a small smile.

“Yea, if this project is successful, that means I’ll be one to start spoiling you on our weekly dates.”

“No can do sugar cube. That is your lovely Sampo Koski’s job. Besides, what good would I be in the relationship anymore if I didn’t get to spoil you every now and then, huh?” Serval rolled her eyes. As much as she didn’t like him, he made you happy and that’s all that mattered she guesses. It had been over a decade after all, and you’d changed a lot, so it’s not out of the realm of possibility that you’d find yourself attracted to such a man.

“Alright love birds, shoo! I’m closing down for the night.”

“Serval, are you sure? I can help shut down, don’t worry.” Serval was about to accept your help until she looked at the time. That’s when she became nervous.

“Nope! No need! I can do it on my own! Now go, go!” She insisted frantically.

“Uh, ok. See you tomorrow, Serval!” You waved.

“Bye! See you tomorrow!” She waved, desperately waiting for you to leave.

“That friend of yours is acting kind of strange, don’t ya think?” Sampo whispered to you as he held the door front door open for you to walk through. “After you, my dear.” You shrugged, assuming she just had something private to do and you were intruding. Either way, you had a date to get to and who knows what Sampo has planned for you back at his apartment later that night. He has been making some pretty needy, suggestive remarks to you lately. Bless his soul, you were trying to see how long this behavior would last.

“(Y/N)?” You recognized that voice and froze in your tracks, not daring to look up.

“O-oh Dear Silvermane Captain. D-Don’t mind us, we were just leaving and we’ll be right out of your way.” Sampo began, nervously, expecting the guard would smite him or surprise him with another arrest chase. When no such advance was made, he started to study the situation unfolding before him.

That’s when he noticed you staring at the guard with wide eyes, the guard staring back.

That twinkle in your eyes…that’s how you would look at him.

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yaravella · 1 year

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More Than Anything Pt. 2 - Gepard Landau

Gepard Landau x Reader x Blade // pt. 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warning: suggestive, angst, unrequited love, modern au, y/n is a female

Synopsis: One day Serval brought you home and you have been a part of Gepard's life ever since. When he discovered he had feelings for you, it seemed it was too late.

Masterlist

[Song mentioned: Imagination by Foster the People]

So, his name is Blade, probably not his real name, but that’s what they called the guy as. Your senior in the music major. A new drummer in his sister’s band. Tall, wears black a lot, and is quite talented in music. Can play most instruments but specialized in drum and bass. Met you last semester and had been dating for a few months. Seemingly going serious with your relationship.

Gepard thanked Pela, his cousin who worked in the college magazine and knew most students on the campus. Apparently, this Blade guy is a hot shot in music major that Pela had interviewed once. Somehow, the facts make Gepard even more depressed. Feels like you are not gonna break up with him soon.

So, he did his best to avoid you. Which is the hardest thing to do since it feels like you are practically living in his house. Filling every nook and crane in his house. In his mind. Now Serval had found a decent drummer to replace Sampo, who sometimes plays like he’s chased by the devil, the band started to hang out more often in his sister's studio. Gepard had to bitterly admit that the guy sounded amazing. The more reason not to be home when he was around.

Avoiding you alone is hard, now he had to avoid you and that boyfriend of yours. You had formally introduced him to the guy. With a sheepish smile, you said his name and introduce him as your boyfriend. He hated it so much he practically can feel his blood boil as he shook the guy’s hand. Lucky bastard.

He still can’t stand looking at you and that guy. It’s sickening. Every time he caught the scene with both of you together, his hands would be all over you. Around your shoulders, on your waist, groping your thighs. It’s sickening. It’s so clear that he’s just after your body. Don’t seem you realize it though. You always look at him like he has gifted you the sky and its stars. Don’t you see, he is just some guy?

Maybe he’s just bitter though. He wished that was him.

Gepard used to watch your gig every weekend in Dunn’s bar, but lately, he rarely did. You started to realize it, asking him why you never saw him anymore in the crowd. He was busy with his assignments, his boxing training, dating… The last reason was something he made up to conjure something in you. Maybe you would be jealous hearing that? However, all you do was smack his arm playfully and said, “Little Gepard is busy being a casanova, huh?”

One time, he brought his date to one of your gigs. To show you that he was indeed the casanova, just like your corny label for him. To prove that he didn't actually want and need you.

She is a pretty girl from the biology faculty. Not prettier than you though as you sing one of his favorite songs on the stage. You wear a black tank top, not the one you frequently wear before. Probably you bought a new one, the collar was slightly different. Your black skinny jeans wrapped on your legs like it was a second skin. Dancing slowly to the song, your performance never failed to hypnotize him.

“I see us dancing by ourselves

We do it better with no one around,

Just you in my imagination.”

At that point, he didn’t care about his date anymore. He was imagining himself wrapping his arms around your waist, bringing you close to his body, dancing. Whispering how much he wanted you. Raining kisses alongside your jaw, tugging your black choker with his teeth and snapping it from your neck. Biting your tender skin to elicit a moan out of your pretty little mouth.

All his thought were ruined once you ended your performance and Blade came up from behind you, stealing a deep kiss as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. As if he was mocking Gepard for his imagination. As if he was claiming you and there was no room for Gepard, even if it’s only in his imagination.

Gepard’s jaw tightened before he downed the rest of his drink. The girl beside him, his date, was clapping before tugging his sleeve and whispering, “They look so cute...” clearly a comment that didn’t help his current situation.

He thought he met your eyes for a second. But before you had a chance to really comprehend his presence, Gepard already got up from his seat, grabbing the poor girl that he actually didn’t care one bit.

[Soo I choose Blade to be the boyfriend since he fits being in the band so well~ Writing another chapter because I can't brush aside Gepard from my mindddd! Anyway, I hope I can give some action in the next chapter *cough*]

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meaningofaeons · 1 year

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First request ive sent for hsr bcz I DO NOT SEE ENOUGH AU CONTENT ON THIS SITE?? I would like to request Gepard x reader musician au where gepard plays an instrument or maybe hes some kind of idol… idk im insane and ill take anything 😭

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ (tone) deaf

⊹ character(s) - gepard landau ⊹ word count - 705 ⊹ notes - gn!reader, musician/music au, modern au, gepard is still kinda a bad singer like in canon but not as bad (serval vocal coach yahoo!), reader is implied to be semi-famous but still knows the landaus, serval's band is implied to be semi-famous too (SERVAL WINGWOMAN IS BACK!!!), idol!gepard

hi anon!!! I REALLY LIKE THIS REQUEST!!!! I love guys who can't sing (cough tanjiro demon slayer cough) and it's always so cute writing about them. the idea of idol!gepard made me swoon so I went that route! I did hcs I hope that's okay! and I hope the modern au is okay, I didn't know if you wanted to stick to the original belobog/hsr setting or no. thanks for requesting!!! (=^･ｪ･^=))ﾉ彡☆ (I didnt rlly know how to end this one so if you want a p2 lemme know <3)

Gepard isn't necessarily a bad singer. He's just unpracticed.

Serval remembers fondly the times her brother would try to sing in his room, completely unaware of how he sounded to anyone with half an ear for tone.

He'd always wanted to be in a band of some sort like his older sister, but he didn't really have a knack for it. And instruments? Forget it. He could barely strum a single chord on a guitar!

Brawn was always Gepard's bigger strong suit over brains, and music certainly required quite a bit of the latter.

So, Serval, noticing her brother's plight (but also his desire for improvement) approached him on getting vocal lessons. From her, of course.

Over the course of a few years, he improved by leaps and bounds. In all that time, it never occurred to his sister to ask why he was so desperate for musical ability.

That is, until she went with him to one of your shows on her rare time off from her own band.

You were a longtime friend of the Landaus, and Serval felt that all three of you got along quite well. Like a house on fire, one would say.

But she never quite expected her brother to be so taken with your sound.

"Y/N has really bettered her playing!" Gepard ranted to Serval as soon as they were out of the small live house venue, waving his arms around. "I mean, she's always been good, but wow!"

"Is that why you wanted to get into music?" the girl teased, and her sibling immediately shut up.

"...N-Not exactly, but Y/N is inspiring."

"Your crush is written all over your face, baby bro—"

Serval was promptly shushed when you bounded up to the two of them.

"Hey, guys! How'd you like the show? Pretty cool, right?"

Gepard would spend hours ranting to you about songwriting, tone, anything he could possibly think of to occupy your conversation. Serval, meanwhile, would slink away to give you two your space.

It didn't take long for the newly-improved singer Gepard to find his place in a male idol unit.

His looks certainly helped, but it was no shocker that his leaps-and-bounds better singing was the kicker that got him his spot.

You continued your own musical gigs, but you were always willing to lend the blonde a helping hand (and ear!) for his new songs. Though idol groups usually got composers to write for them, Gepard was a sucker for coming up with his own songs.

As a very handsome guy, his talents were naturally geared towards a 'heartthrob' persona to his fans, which they lapped up like a cat to milk.

You soon became no exception—though you were obviously closer to him than any fan could get.

You would help him with writing songs, and all of his love-centric ones were written with you in mind (not that he would ever admit such a thing)

Still, you seemed ever-oblivious to his hints, even when his songs started to get borderline personal. His manager had to outright stop him from performing a song on the fly during one of his shows that specifically described you.

And Gepard was silently thankful that his moment of lovestruck delirium hadn't been broadcasted live to millions.

You couldn't exactly deny your own feelings for the man, but considering both of your levels of fame and his rise to success as a shoe-in for the whole nation's celebrity crush, you figured not to say a word.

Even though the work got busier by the day, though, Gepard always made time for you, and you for him.

When he couldn't make it to a show of yours or he had to miss out on a meeting due to a scheduling conflict, he'd always send a bouquet of your favorite flowers straight to your doorstep.

And though you couldn't always be there for his live performances, you always made sure to send something to eat from his favorite restaurant that he could indulge in after the show.

Fame could be tiring, trifling, and outright frustrating at times, but with the two of you to support one another, it wasn't too bad a hurdle to cross.

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Bamboo for a Bashful Captain - (Gepard x Reader) - Chapter 4

Summary: Serval stops into the shop, and you and Vaska go to the cafe Gepard showed you.

▸ Genre(s): Fluff, a sprinkling of angst

▸ Word Count: 15k in total, 3.1k for this Chapter

▸ Tags: Gepard x reader

▸ Warnings: Food mention, possible ooc, reader is shorter than Gepard and slightly fem coded, explicit pronouns aren’t used but Serval calls you a doll,

A/N: When I was revising this thing, it started raining really hard. I turned all the lights off and put on some lo-fi beats, and everything was perfect for a solid half hour.

MASTERLIST (also link to series)

A few days later, you were sitting on the edge of your mattress, waiting for Vaska to reply to a text you sent earlier that morning. Two tickets to the Golden Theater laid on your bedside table. Your phone buzzed and your hand darted to pick it up nervously.

From: Vaska

Vaska: Sorry, I can't come to the theater today!

Vaska: I haven’t had time to reread Tale of the Winterlands lately. I wanted to get to that today.

You: That’s all right! The tickets were discounted, so I just figured I would get them! Enjoy your reading!

Vaska: Wait, I am available for lunch though.

Vaska: It feels like forever since I’ve seen you!

You: Vaska, we work together.

Vaska: Yes. And?

You: …

You: Ok, I’ll be there.

You sighed, shaking your head. It had been a bad idea to buy an extra ticket, even if they WERE discounted for the final day of thIs play they were showing.

Well, worst case scenario, I have a fancy piece of paper I can hang up, but it’ll be a shame if this ticket gets wasted, you thought to yourself.

You chewed on your nails. Should I ask Serval? She might still be busy fixing her device. I’d better not…

What about Gepard? Maybe I could pay him back for giving me that tour, You flicked the screen to Gepard’s contact info, but you noticed the name in the slot read “Gerard” instead.

Oh shoot, better fix that,

You tapped the screen to edit his name, but hit the “call” button by mistake.

“Nono wait no—,” you gasped. Your thumb darted to the red icon in the corner, but you heard someone on the other line pick up ridiculously quickly.

“Hello? Gepard Landau speaking,” His voice was clear on the other end. Your nervous system threatened to wrangle its way out of your body that very second.

“Hi! Hello! Um—, I’m really sorry,” you stuttered. “I clicked the call button by mistake,”

“Oh..? That’s all right,” There was no marked change in tone when he spoke again. He was standing in the office of the new Supreme Guardian, right next to some stacks of papers. Pela peeked her head out from behind one of them.

“I was meaning to ask you about something though,” you blurted out, grabbing your beret from the side table. “I happen to have an extra ticket to the Golden Theater. There’s a showing today at two o’clock. I'm sorry it’s on short notice, but would you like to come with me?”

Gepard clasped his phone in a death grip.

“Ahem—, yes. That works for me. I don't have any urgent meetings today. Can I meet you on the steps outside the building?” He asked.

“Yep! Sounds good! I’ll see you— YEOW!!!” Your foot smacked your dresser as you spun towards the door. You yelped as your phone flew out of your hands and landed on the ground a solid meter away.

You groaned, rolling onto your back and sitting up, tears springing to your eyes.

“Shit—! Aeons, that hurt,” you winced.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)?? Is everything all right?” You heard Gepard say loudly.

“Y-yeah. I tripped, s’all,” you grunted, placing a hand on the wall to keep yourself steady as you rose to your feet. “That definitely woke me up,”

“Take care of yourself,” he sighed, relieved.

“Yep, yep! I’ll see you— soon!” You choked out and hung up frantically. You placed both hands against the wall and hit your head against it repeatedly, groaning in shame.

———

You were in the middle of fixing the broken cash register when a familiar blonde-haired woman walked through the door.

“Serval!” Your head shot up as you gave her an excited wave. “Good to see you! What brings you to our shop today?”

She strolled over to the counter, where various pieces of equipment were sprawled out on the surface.

“Mornin’ (Y/N)! Molly and I were just RAVING about how the flowers Gepard got us have livened up the place!” Serval tossed her silky hair over her shoulder. “We were thinking of buying some more, since we could really use some more color in our lives,”

“I'm sure flowers are better than soot,” you giggled. “What did the Ministry of Education say about the experiment you were running?”

“Huh?” Serval looked bewildered.

“The research project? Y’know, the one that exploded??” A shadow of confusion flickered across your face.

“Oh! Yes, that one! They were gracious enough to give me an extension.” She shook her head up and down aggressively, her eyes rattling in her skull.

“I'm glad to hear it!” You wiped your forehead in relief, turning to some pots resting on a cabinet. “So… as for the flowers… I know you have the purple ones, so why not go with yellow? Purple can represent maturity and elegance, and yellow might round it out a bit.” You ran your fingers across the wood.

“Although, if you'd like to keep the place feeling more formal, you could go with these blue ones here,” you quipped. “They match Molly’s hair,”

You lifted up the planter that held said flowers, which were white on the inside, but faded into a dark teal on the edges.

Serval reached out to touch them tentatively, her eyes flicking towards something behind you.

“Hmm… what’s that one over there?” She said inquisitively.

“Oh--!” You spun around to see what she was pointing at. It was a wooden window box, filled to the brim with flowers of every hue.

“That’s one of our clearance boxes! We had a mix up with the seed packets during planting time, so they’re 30% off. Pretty interesting looking, right?” You lifted up the box, your chest heaving with effort.

“Definitely.” She peered over the walls of the box with an approving smile. “I'll take this one,”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“One hundo percent. This one speaks to me,” she mused.

“Fair enough. Whatever pleases the Rock Star of Belobog.” You shook your head and shrugged.

“Oh please, you flatter me,” she chuckled. You pushed the components of the cash register into a neat pile to make way for the flowers.

A ghost of a smile crossed your lips as you recalled how painstakingly long Gepard had spent picking up the flowers for his sister, and just how spontaneously she had chosen hers.

I can’t believe I know people equally as incredible, but as different as night and day, you contemplated.

“So, (Y/N),” Serval piped up, snapping you out of your thoughts. “You seem awfully chipper today. Did something good happen?”

Maybe something involving a certain bashful captain? She thought with a sly smile.

The air in the room seemed to turn pink as you swayed happily.

“Well, business has been skyrocketing lately with the weather getting warmer.” You rested your head in the palm of your hand thoughtfully. “More people feel like they have the means to take care of flowers! In fact, there’s been a ton of people coming in today,”

“Awwh, that's wonderful!” She said joyfully. “...anything else?”

Her smile grew wider. Serval could almost sense there was something you weren’t telling her. You gulped.

“Um— well, Gepard and I are heading to the theater today,” you said, a little quieter than the way you had talked previously. “I wanted to thank him for guiding me around the plaza a few days back,”

“What??? Why didn't you lead with that??” She slammed her hands on the desk, flabbergasted. You flinched and shook your head.

“It’s not THAT big of a deal,” you brushed it off sheepishly. “Just a little outing, nothing more to it,”

Serval’s bottom lip quivered with something between joy and rage.

“It is too!” she argued. “My brother lives and breathes his work. I can't believe someone is finally helping him loosen up a bit,” She sniffled dramatically. “I think I'm getting teary-eyed!”

You handed her the hefty window box with a smirk. “If you say so. Well then, it was great seeing you! Take good care of them,”

“Of course! Have fun on your date!!!” Serval sang, pushing the door open.

“Wait—,”

She gave you a salute with her free hand and slipped through the crack in the door before it shut.

Well, that was weird, to say the least,

———

“... and seventy-five grams high nutrient fertilizer,” Gepard murmured, reading off the slip of paper you had given him. He scooped some fine powder from the burlap sack, lowering himself to eye-level with the plant with the meticulousness of a scientist.

His blue eyes were fixed on the measuring spoon, tilting it onto the plant when his sister barged in. She was carrying a box of flowers, almost slamming the door into the wall with how much foece she put in. Gepard flinched so hard he flung the spoon into the air and it hit the ceiling with a “thud”.

“Geppie!!!” Serval shouted affectionately as the spoon landed on the hardwood. “A little birdie told me that you have a date at the theater today!!”

She sauntered in and set down the flower box on his desk. He looked on sadly as bits of soil fell onto his paperwork.

“A d-date? Where’d you get that from? And how did you even get in here!? I thought the Landau—,” he stumbled over his own words and she cut him off, too elated to notice how she was trampling his attempts to speak.

“I stopped by the flower shop this morning. You never mentioned anything of the sort!” She swayed excitedly.

“That’s because I found out today,” Gepard grumbled. “They merely had an extra ticket.” He bent down to gather some of the fertilizer into a pile on the floor.

Unless… they said it was a date..? He felt hope rising in his chest but he quickly squashed it. Hope? No, he wasn’t hoping. Of course not.

Serval smirked, stepping closer to him.

“Don't think I don't notice how utterly smitten you are.” She looked at her nails with a frivolous expression. “You know, how your face gets all rosy, your voice gets higher, and you listen extra hard when they speak?”

Gepard’s lips pulled back into a thin line. He glanced at the bamboo plant one last time before spinning around and dropping onto the bed, the mattress straining with the sudden weight.

The Captain rested his head in his hands, heaving a sigh as his blue eyes stared onto the floor.

“Is it… that obvious?” He said quietly.

Serval widened her eyes in surprise. Usually her brother stood his ground and brushed her off. She took a break from her teasing to plop down on the feather bed next to him.

“Maybe just to me,” she answered. She leaned back and stared at the ceiling.

“After all, I've known you long enough that I've never seen you care about anything this much. Your sister gets a little worried sometimes! You practically live and breathe your work.” Serval leaned slightly off the bed to get a closer look at his face, analyzing his features.

“And, as much as I love to tease you about it, I’m really happy my cute little brother has found someone he wants to offer his heart to,”

She rifled a hand through his hair teasingly, sending golden strands everywhere. Gepard’s hands shot up defensively with a grunt. They sat in silence for a bit, until she spoke up again.

“Also, I’ve noticed you've gotten pretty good at taking care of plants now too! Look at you, my little gardener!” Said Serval. “Well, I’ll get out of your hair now. I doubt the Landau Residence really wants me around anyways.” She shrugged, picking up her box. She kicked the door open unceremoniously and skipped out into the hallway, leaving a plethora of confused faces in her wake.

Gepard sighed. She hadn’t let him get a single word in edgewise. It was the trademark Landau stubbornness, after all.

———

Vaska’s stream of praises for the cafe you had chosen today were endless. She had the expression of someone who had just won the lottery as she bit into a cinnamon strudel.

“Mmm, thish ish sooo delicious...” She licked the sugary dust off her fingers in satisfaction, wiping her lips and picking up another one. “How’d you find this place?”

“A friend introduced me,” you replied as you sipped your raspberry mint tea. “I'm surprised you didn't know about it, actually,”

“Well, I'm trying to avoid spending money because I’m saving for the upcoming sequel of my favorite book!” She giggled. The air seemed to be filled with sparkles all of a sudden.

“Is it to Tale of the Winterlands?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“Bingo!”

“Aren't you afraid of it being confiscated?”

“Not anymore,” Vaska crossed her arms with a smile. “It’s pending approval. Anyways, I didn't know you had friends outside of the flower shop. I'm glad you're finally branching out!”

She rested her index finger on her cheek before continuing. “Although… Meg is gonna have your head if you keep coming back late after deliveries,”

“Gah, I know, I know. I just get so caught up talking to one of the clients. The friend I was just talking about,”

“Hmph. I'm just trying to keep you out of the fire, you know. On the other hand, she sounds delightful! What’s she like?”

“Um,” you paused. “He’s a guard,”

“A guard?” Her eyes glittered as she leaned across the table. “No way. An Underworlder and a guard, huh? What an interesting pair!”

You chuckled. “I guess you're right. He can be a little awkward sometimes, but he's very genuine and diligent!”

“As all good guards are, of course,” she nodded. A surprised expression flickered across your face.

“Vaska… Is there something you want to tell me?” You jested. “I didn't know you had a type. Besides the musician, of course,”

You've never seen someone’s expression go deadpan so quickly.

“No. Nope. You've got it all wrong!!” She crossed her forearms in an “X”.

“The idea of romance isn't half bad, but being in it sounds way too hard. If anything, my type would be more like Anna, from—,”

“Tale of the Winterlands,” you interjected again. She hummed in approval.

“That’s understandable,” you said. “You’re both very independent,”

“Aww, you think so?” A rosy blush spread across your co-worker’s face. “It's so nice to have a friend like you,”

She fiddled with the straw in her drink. “Anyways… what's the name of your guard friend?” You took a sip of your own before replying.

“Gepard,”

Vaska’s jaw dropped through the floor.

“WHAT?!?” She stood up and slammed her hands onto the table. You recoiled in shock, her exclamation almost blowing your beret off. Heads turned towards your table as you panicked.

“Shh! Vaska, keep it down!” You hissed, placing your hands on her forearms in an attempt to soothe her. She sat back down and began to chew on her fingernails.

“Gepard… Gepard Landau??”

“Uh-huh,”

“Blonde hair, blue eyes, built like a tank?”

“Yeah, what about him? He’s not like a serial killer or something, right??”

Your mind flashed back to the times he directed you to the inside of the sidewalk or smiled tenderly at the flowers in the shop when he thought no one was looking.

No way—,

“No, goodness gracious no. Of course not! Gepard is the furthest thing from a serial killer you could get.” She shook her head vigorously, her beret flying off and drifting to the floor. She leaned down from her chair to grab it, her face still red from shouting.

“Then WHY is this such a big deal??” You inquired with an exasperated look on your face.

“It’s because HE'S THE CAPTAIN OF THE SILVERMANE GUARDS,” she spat out in a single breath. She let out a wheeze as she dropped her head onto the table.

It was your turn for your jaw to drop.

“Th--, Th-the Captain?!? Oh Aeons…” you stammered, biting on a mint leaf. You winced as the icy juices spread across your tongue.

“Didn't you notice no other ‘guard’ in the area looked like him?”

“I mean, yes. But I thought the guards OUTSIDE the city wore stuff like that too,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear nervously.

“Oh by the PRESERVATION.” She ran a palm across her face.

“And— and I did notice people gave us some weird looks when we danced in the square—,”

“You DANCED WITH HIM???”

Vaska was about to rip her hair out. You buried your face in your arms and nodded.

“...Vaska, does this mean I have to stop hanging out with him?” You said quietly.

She grabbed you by the cheeks and pulled you close.

“NO. Of course not. It’s just that.. I’d hate for you to be involved in some high class squabble or something,” she snorted. “You know how easily agitated the nobles are,”

“Er—, Not really?”

“Well, they are! Who knows, you probably already have a bunch of jealous suitors!”

You held your palms out to placate her. “I mean, Gepard is great and all, but it’s really not like that. He values his work more than anything,”

“You can't ever be too safe.” She gave you a warning glance. “If rumors get spread, and you lose your job, who would I look forward to talking to every day??”

“I’d still come and visit!” You protested. “And I hardly believe Meg would kick me out because of a bunch of silly rumors,” you said flatly.

“That is NOT the issue,” she groaned. You reached out and clasped her hands.

“Don't worry, Vaska. I'm gonna be careful, okay?”

“I trust you, but just know I will be terrified. Forever. ‘Til the end of days,” she bemoaned.

“I get where you’re coming from,” you reassured her. “Just remember, this is my decision. I’d never take on anything I couldn’t handle!”

She pouted, stretching her arm across the cafe table and snagging your tea. She took a sip and handed it back to you.

“Ugh. Too much milk,” she scowled before quickly returning to her normal self. “Now, Tell me what being friends with the Captain of the Silvermane Guards is like…”

You laughed gently.

“Of course. I'd be happy to,”

———

Later, after you had left the cafe, you opened up your phone and sent a text to Serval.

To: Serval

You: Serval, why did no one bother telling me that your brother is the captain of the Silvermane Guards???

Serval: …belobog’s last bastion of hope?

You: Do NOT avoid the question

Serval: ahahaha

Serval: sorry, sorry

Serval: I thought you knew

You: I did not.

Serval: oops

Serval: don’t worry, it’s not like he's any less dorky when he's commanding platoons or anything

You: SERVAL

Read at 13:22 pm ✅

Seriously???

You just about threw your phone across the street.

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