#gepard landau x you

[keyotos]

i am absolutely in love with ur writing AND with gepard landau,, can i request a first kiss fic for him? i read your kiss the girl fic for dan heng and ITS SO GOOD!! tysm in advance, take care of yourself!

teenage dream

summary ⎯ gepard knows he can't keep these feelings to himself. gepard also knows that he can never tell you about how he feels. so, he goes to the person he tells all his secrets to: serval. serval, who told pela. pela, who is determined to set you two up. and doing so, entails a bookish adventure for you to enjoy.

tana's words ⎯ i too am in love with gepard. i feel u anon. also thank u for the kind words!

tags ⎯ matchmaking (serval and pela). first kiss. pining (this should be expected). bookish!reader. bookstore owner!reader. oblivious idiots.

IT’S EXTREMELY SURPRISING TO HEAR GEPARD frantically knocking on the doors of nevermore workshop, so serval obviously had to open the doors for him.

when he entered, gepard immediately shut the doors as if he was being followed. the expression on his face was dire; he looked as if he was chased by wolves and he was being hunted down.

“gepard?” serval asked, concern dripping in her tone, “what the hell happened?”

“serval,” gepard panted. serval was getting worried; this was all irregular behavior coming from gepard, “i need help.”

gepard never asked for help. he is one of the most self-sufficient and stubborn people serval knows. he would rather stare death in the face instead of asking someone for help.

“what is it?” serval rushed by his side, “whatever you need, i got you.”

“i think i have feelings for,” gepard sighed, palm dragging across his face, “the owner of the bookstore,” he finishes quietly.

serval’s jaw dropped. it wasn’t because of the declaration of gepard’s crush. it was that he made it sound so dramatic. serval thought that he was being tracked down and was about to be sent to the madhouse.

“are you serious!” serval shoved gepard, “i thought you were about to die or something!”

gepard recoiled at serval’s shove; his sister was stronger than most people thought, “it feels like i am! every time i’m around them my heart rate quickens so much that i think i’m about to have a heart attack. i get all nervous on the inside and i can barely think with them beside me.”

aeons, gepard has definitely fallen in love with you.

“wait⎯so, where are you gonna go from here?” serval leaned on the counter, trying to process all the words her brother confessed.

“that’s the thing,” gepard sighed again. he sounded like a lovesick puppy, “i don’t know. that’s why i came here, i thought you’d be able to help.”

“um. you are aware of my past relationship with cocolia, right? i think i’m like the least qualified person you should be asking romance advice from,” serval pointed out.

“i don’t know who else i could tell,” gepard ran a hand through his hair. this was really stressing him out.

“how about you just… tell them?” serval suggested.

“no!!” gepard shook his head distraughtly, “i can’t do that. what if they don’t feel the same?”

“then it’s not meant to be,” serval said, “simple as that.”

“but it’s not,” gepard whined. serval thought he was making this a lot more complicated than it needed to be. when she was his age, she confessed her feelings to cocolia like it was nothing. they were happy until the break up anyway.

but then it donned on serval. gepard had little to no relationship experience. the only “experience” serval remembers him having was when they were children: his friend had a crush on him and tried to confessed, but gepard rejected her.

that’s why gepard was so distressed. he had no idea how to go on with this. these feelings for you? all new. what he missed out as a teenager, he is now getting as an adult.

“tell you what,” serval wrapped her arm around her brother’s shoulder, “i’ll get this sorted out. trust me. yn will never know about this,” she reassured him.

“you just go along with your guardly duties. i’ll help you,” serval grinned. she knew that she had the perfect plan. except, she couldn’t do it alone.

pela already knew about your crush on the silvermane guard captain. every time he greeted the two of you at the book store, pela practically saw the hearts in your eyes. it was sickening and disgusting, but it was cute too.

what pela didn’t know, however, was that gepard has a crush on you as well.

serval came to pela just a few minutes after gepard’s confession. she knew that she probably shouldn’t have told pela right after the conversation happened, but serval didn’t know how else to console gepard.

“so… you’re telling me that they both like each other?!” serval slammed her hands on the counter. “and they’re both too scared to confess!?”

“that’s exactly what i said, yes,” pela monotonously replied.

you knew that there couldn’t be anything between you and gepard. it was highly improbable that you, a bookstore owner, would be able to gain the captain of the silvermane guard’s interest. it seemed like something straight out of a fictional (key word: fictional) romance novel.

so you appreciated his friendship while he was around. sometimes, as a way to become closer to the captain, you’d suggest different books to him every week. despite being on the front lines quite often, he always comes back to see you. well, he comes back for the books anyway.

serval groaned into her hands, “so what do we do? they both like each other but they literally can’t bear to admit it.”

pela smirked. she’s read enough romance novels to figure out what to do next.

“two words, serval,” pela smirked, “grand. gesture.”

gepard took a few deep breaths before approaching your book store. after his chat with serval, he's been distressed the entire day. he had these feelings for you storming all over his body; occasionally, they'd get so strong that it would feel like those feelings would overtake him.

he opened the door, book in hand, and greeted you formally. gepard couldn't help it: he was so nervous, he wasn't able to function straight.

"hello, captain gepard," you turned around. you were on a latter stacking books on top of bookshelves. originally, you thought it would be cool to have towering shelves, however you quickly learned that it was extremely impractical and difficult.

"i told you," gepard stood near the counter, refusing to slouch in your presence, "you can call me gepard."

"and i told you," you grunted, trying to reach a higher spot on a shelf, "to drop the formalities," you grinned to yourself.

gepard noticed your (potentially) perilous situation and quickly got near the end of the latter. in the case that you fall, at least gepard would be there to catch you.

fortunately, you made your way down the tall latter peacefully. as you descended, the sight of gepard holding down the latter for you made you flush. it was the bare minimum, but it still made your heart speed up.

when he reached out his hand to guide you down (it was out of instinct), you gave him a warm smile. it looked easy on the outside, but you were burning up on the inside. similarly, gepard had the same reaction. for you, he'd do anything.

"thank you," you held onto his hand for a little longer. once you realized what you were doing you quickly recoiled your hand away and apologized. gepard wished your hand was still entwined with his; he wanted to hold onto to the feeling of your hand in his. gepard wanted to trace patterns on your hands, wanted to feel every part of them.

as an attempt to dissipate the tension (it was making you nervous), you decided to ask gepard for help. "we had a busy day yesterday. a best seller recently came out; people were storming the shelves. good for my profit but not good for my sanity," you let out an airy laugh, "would you mind helping me clean up?"

realizing what you just did (asking the captain of the silvermane guards for help) you quickly added, "unless you're busy! then i'll be okay. you can leave. i'll be fine," you rambled.

gepard parted his lips, almost as if he was about to say something. how could you ever think he wouldn't make time for you? even so, he'd deploy a few other guards if you needed help. he'd make sure your needs were met as soon as possible.

he reached his arm out; his hands were close to your collarbone. then he reached back, scared of what would happen next. how silly. the captain of the silvermane guards was not scared of no monster, but of rejection of the one he likes.

"i'll stay for anything," gepard blurted. you were taken aback for a second, but then once you realized what he had just said, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and covertly pinched yourself to make sure that whatever was happening was not a dream.

gepard didn't intend to add, "anything," to his sentence. but his mind was thinking it, and then it just accidentally came out. he meant what he said though. if the bluntness of his voice didn't show his sincerity, the blush that was slowly grazing his face probably did.

"thank you, gepard," you bit the inside of your lip to keep yourself from beaming too hard. you had to turn away from the captain once again, for your smile at his words would be too embarrassing to show. how silly of you to act so giddy and childish at one simple word.

gepard thinks he could hear you say his name a million times, and he would never get bored. he wants to hear his name on your lips as if it were a mantra; you've said his name a few times before, and each time he swears he gets more and more addicted to the sound.

"how about i start on the right and you'll start on the left. that way, we'll both finish in the middle!" you clapped your hands together. you gave gepard a reassuring smile.

you two started on opposite sides, but how gepard wished that you two would be closer. however, there are positives to this situation. gepard can brainstorm ideas for the "grand gesture" pela and serval texted him about.

gepard already had ideas in mind. he just needed to figure out the material for them. he obviously will not tear out papers from a book; that will cause more harm than good (for you and gepard; he cares about books).

while gepard was planning, you were blushing. you still couldn't believe he actually stayed with you. surely, there are more important deeds than helping out a leisurely bookstore owner. and this was the most boring task ever: organizing books. yet, gepard was still here. and he was only a few feet away from you.

you turned back to observe gepard; you wanted to see if you had trapped him in a boring task or not. to your surprise, gepard seemed to be enjoying this. he would flip through pages of various books, spend time reading the summaries; gepard would even go as far to reading the first few pages of some books.

gepard liked to read. at first, he started coming to the bookstore to fetch some books for pela. however, after he met you, he began to adopt a newfound interest in books that he never had before. he read some of pela's books, discovered that he did not like them, and went to browse for more. that's when you came up. you thought you had talked his entire ear off that entire morning; you went on and on and on about what kind of books he would like.

you tried to ignore him afterwards; you even offered the books for free because you were so embarrassed. but gepard kept coming back. your recommendations impressed him: gepard had never met anyone who was so meticulous at their craft. and he loved hearing you talk. he loved your rambles, your rants, your reviews. maybe that was the first sign.

gepard caught your gaze as he turned around. he had the same motivation as you: he wanted to see how you were faring in this task. did you miss the proximity you had before? are you flustered as well? do you like him too?

you two were both staring at each other, thoughts racing, until you shouted, "see something you like?" to break the tension.

gepard thought the question was a taunt at first; similar to asking, "like what you see?"

"no!" he abruptly shouted, trying to hide the fact that he was just staring at you. and then he realized the real meaning of your question: he was browsing the books with such intensity. the truth was, he was trying to find your favorite books. you've informed him about them before, always on your bookish rants. he was going to use them for his gesture later on.

thinking that he now looks like an idiot, gepard tries to save himself by shouting back, "i mean⎯ yes! i do. these books are nice," he tried to cover up.

you seemed not to register his mistake, as you tell him, "whatever you want, it's on the house. for your work today. it'll be on the house for life!" you put some books on some shelves and move closer to the middle.

gepard shook his head and chuckled, "you've always given books to me for free." he put some books back and continued around the room.

"are you complaining?" you raised an eyebrow, "what if i just kept a tab on you this entire time? and you never knew?" more books get put away.

"then i'd rightfully pay you back," gepard wholeheartedly responded, "or i'd arrest you," he joked.

you mock-gasped, "for what?" you're getting closer to the middle now.

stealing my heart, the intrusive part of gepard's mind thought. he'd been hanging out with serval too much; he would never say that. gepard internally cringed.

"false advertising," he moved closer to the middle, “i don't know," he smiled to himself. gepard doesn't think he would have the heart to arrest you.

you blushed at hearing the captain lost on amendments. the captain wouldn't know how to arrest you. is this flirting? or are you reading too much into it?

you don't know if the heat on the back of your neck is from gepard's words or the sun shining so brightly on the back of your neck. you stack some more books on shelves; you've now reached the middle. you're having trouble reaching one of the shelves, but you're too lost in your thoughts to even think about that.

in fact, you're too lost in your thoughts that you don't even notice the warmth disappear from the back of your neck. your cheeks are still warm, so you are still blushing. your struggles with the tall bookshelf are lost when you feel a hand over yours.

"i'll take that," gepard quietly mumbles. it's so quiet that you didn't hear it at first.

on instinct, you turn towards him. when you looked at the position the both of you were in, you noticed that you were caged against him. you were caged against the captain of the silvermane guards. against a bookshelf.

gepard towered over you. his body was centimeters closer to fully pressing on you. his breath was fanning on your face. you could see every detail of his face from your view from below. your hands were so close to grazing his chest, so you immediately slapped them to your sides. you gulp, you start to breath quicker, and you feel like you're about to combust.

you swallowed, trying not to move. you were frozen in place as you tried not to disturb gepard. you gaped at him as he was working to organize the books, not noticing the position the two of you were in.

when gepard finished, he gave a sigh of relief. he underestimated your job: if you had to do this every day, you were probably stronger than some of his soldiers. when he opened his eyes, he was greeted by your wide eyes staring right into his.

he was breath-taken by your beauty. the look in your eyes as you look into his was captivating. gepard needed it framed. the way your lips parted made him go feral; his heart stuttered with every second he looked at you.

his arm was pinned above your head. your bodies were so close that you kept focusing on the rise and fall of gepard’s chest. the way his expression scanned yours made you want to quiver against him.

you said the first sentence, “hard work?” your tone was breathless. you were still trying to catch your breath.

“yeah,” he sighed, still not noticing the way your bodies curved into each other, “hard work.”

“did i waste your time?” you whispered. it was quiet, like you were ashamed of your actions. you looked down at his chest rather than his face.

“no,” gepard leaned in, trying to hear your voice one more time. he tilted your head up slightly with his fingers so you could look at him, “you’d never.”

silence crippled the room. it was just you and gepard, the two of you leaning oh-so-close together that your lips were nearly about to touch. a part of you wanted to lean into him; you wanted to pull him closer and closer until you were both out of breath.

but that was delusional. that was something straight out of romance novels, and your life was anything but.

gepard leaned in closer on purpose. he gave into temptation and wanted to feel your lips on his. he wanted to grab you by the waist and pull you so tightly into him. he wanted this: he wanted your kiss, he wanted your insight, he wanted you.

but with gepard, want is not something one could have. especially one like him.

“i’m sorry,” he abruptly let go, “i’m⎯i think, i have something i need to do,” he took a few steps back away from you, leaving about three feet in distance. quite the opposite from how you two were positioned a few seconds ago.

“oh,” you let go immediately. “i’m sorry! i didn’t know,” you quickly ran to the other side of the room. you wanted to hide from embarrassment.

“not your fault!” gepard shouted as he headed for the exit, “goodbye mx yn!”

you didn’t bother to say goodbye as you slammed the door shut after he left. what just happened was mortifying. the position you two were in? the way you two gradually leaned closer to each other? no wonder he ran away, you thought, you must’ve scared him off.

oh, if only you knew how wrong you were.

you didn't see gepard for a week after the incident. he hadn't come into the bookstore at all the entire week. however, that also could've been your fault: you've been in and out of the bookstore for the past week. if you faced gepard after the incident (you've dubbed), you'd probably apologize and beg for forgiveness.

but still, wouldn't he come in and leave a note? wouldn't he at least stop by once? did you scare him off that badly? the more you thought about it, the more you thought about becoming a hermit.

you'd thought you terrified him and ruined your friendship (and any future hope of a relationship) until flowers appeared on the counter of the bookstore. your assistant refused to let you know who they were from.

you bent down and eyed the pot of flowers sitting on the counter. they were your favorite color: pink. you had to admit, they were gorgeous. they looked well grown, as if these were from a master gardener. the flowers bloomed perfectly, each petal reaching out for the sun.

the message of the flowers also intrigued you. begonias are the flowers that symbolizes knowledge and deep thoughts. whoever gifted these to you must have been very observant or they wanted to be your intern.

"did someone come by asking to be my intern?" you stood up and put your hands on your hips. your lip twisted in thought. you were a bit preoccupied at the moment; the bookstore was getting exceptionally busy and (with your whole gepard crisis going on) you didn't think you were fit to be a mentor at the moment.

"no," your assistant shook her head. you leaned back on the counter, wondering why (and who) would gift you flowers on such a strange day. you already knew it wasn't gepard, due to the awkward tension surrounding the both of you right now, so you had a big list to narrow down.

"but," your assistant continued, "someone dropped off this letter with the flowers. they told me to give it to you after you saw the flowers," your assistant handed you the letter.

it was very formal, the letter. it's envelope was very extravagant, fit for someone with high standards. the stamp was still warm, meaning that this letter had been written recently. you tore open the envelope to reveal it's contents.

yn,

please do me the honor of accompanying me to everwinter cafe tonight. i would really appreciate seeing you there.

gl

"g.l." you paused, "as in green lantern?!" you asked your assistant, wide eyes and all. "who is trying to cosplay as a superhero to talk to me? this is insane. did i owe someone a book or something? charged them extra?" you panicked.

your assistant frowned at your idiocy. who else could 'gl' entail to besides gepard landau? "what if it's the captain," your assistant urged on, nudging your shoulder.

"it couldn't be the captain," you jolted. does your assistant know? "we barely even talk," you try to reason.

"he comes in here nearly every day," your assistant counters, "if not every day, be it every other day," they sighed.

"he just comes in to look at books," you placed the flowers in a safe space in the shelves. "we don't converse as often as you think."

"you talk every day," you assistant drags on. "you're telling me that the two of you have no relations whatsoever?"

"we⎯it's complicated," you sighed, "long story short, it could never be the captain," you looked down at the plant. even if it was gepard, what was he doing? sending anonymous flowers? cryptic notes? why couldn't he just talk to you?

"you should go," your assistant encouraged, "you never know. it could be the captain or it could be another potential secret admirer."

"you think?" you raised an eyebrow. your assistant nodded in response.

you looked at the flowers one more time. though you wished it was gepard who sent them, you knew it was probably someone else trying to flatter you into taking them in as an intern. but as you stared at the begonias, no other thoughts beside gepard consumed your mind

it was late when you walked to everwinter cafe. tonight was not a particularly chilly night, but belobog's slight chill was ever present.

you walked around aimlessly, trying to walk slowly so you can prolong the sight of your "intern." you tried to focus on other things as you walked past, such as the plants and heaters surrounding the city. it's wondrous how things such as plants are still able to flourish in times like these.

as you viewed your surroundings, you saw a note placed on a lamppost close to the cafe. it read, "'i know you're working. i wanted to be somewhere...' safe? familiar? comfortable? 'near you.'

you automatically knew which book that quote was from. book lovers by emily henry. it was your favorite romance book; you've raved about it many times with gepard.

as you continued, you saw another note, "'if you saw yourself the way other people see you, you'd never doubt again.' 'how do people see me?' 'like you're the most beautiful, most remarkable, thing they've ever seen."

you must admit, you blushed a little bit while internally reading that. the only reason you blushed was that because you discussed that quote with gepard. you were talking about the 'twisted' series and how it had it's pros and cons with gepard, and this quote was one of the pros.

another read, "'who are they? the best part of my day.'"

another, "books she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives."

and the last, "'favorite word?' 'you.'"

you quickly noticed that these were all quotes from your favorite books. these are books you've only discussed and rambled about with one person: gepard. you'd never thought he would've actually read these books. let alone, you'd never thought gepard would also quote them.

with slightly more hope than before, you ran up to everwinter cafe.

"did you get my message?" gepard stood tall in front of you. you couldn't look into his eyes and it was killing him.

"your letter? yes, i did. and your flowers too. they were beautiful," you rocked back and forth on your heels.

"thank you, i grew them myself," he gave you a soft smile. you wanted to talk about how he managed to even grow such beautiful flowers, but how could you talk to him if you couldn't even look at him in the eyes? "but, did you get my message?"

you looked down at the many notes in your hand. it turns out gepard had left notes after all, "oh yes. i did," you blushed at the obvious context of the quotes. "all my favorite books."

"yeah," gepard spoke breathlessly, as if all of his air had run out after he started speaking to you, "but did you get my message?" he looked at your face for any type of indication: whether you liked him back, hated him, or had no strong feelings towards him. his eyes darted throughout your face, and the sight made you slightly flustered. he was leaning over you, and you thought you saw his eyes graze over your lips.

then it donned on you. the flowers. the letter. the sneaking out at night. the romantic context of all the quotes. the way all the quotes were from your favorite books that you've only talked about with him. the way gepard has admired and remembered every single thing about you. your stomach dropped as you realized gepard had been feeling the same things you have felt for him this entire time. your heart pounded in your chest as you finally met his eyes in the pale moonlight.

"yes," you swiftly exhaled. it was like all your hidden feelings for gepard were compacted in your chest, and when you finally breathed, they were all let out. it was like all your troubles were leaving you, "i did."

"and..." gepard trailed off, now failing to meet you in the eyes. he was terrified of your rejection; your opinion was one of the things that mattered most to him. before, he regarded it was his passion for the people, but now he recognizes that he was just passionate for you. "did you like it?"

"i loved it," you smiled; it wasn't just a soft smile this time, like the ones you've always given him. it was a big smile: loud and talkative, much like you. one smile could convey so much.

but you still had thoughts, "i didn't need all of this though," you grabbed his hand for reassurance. you were in range of his lips. you could close the gap right now.

gepard froze; your words and your touch made him tense. he was finally able to look you in the eye, having prepared himself for iminent rejection and was ready to leave. whatever you needed, he would do.

"what do you need?" gepard asked frantically. "whatever you need, i will give it to you. whether it be space or never seeing me again."

what you needed? you needed his thoughts, his opinions, his reassurance. you needed his touch on a cold night, you needed his arm around you when you were cold, you needed to feel him beside you on nights similar to this. you needed everything that he was.

"i need you," you whispered up on his lips. "right now."

and gepard swore the entirety of everwinter city heard his heart drop to the ground. he was sure that you could feel his heart pounding in his chest after you said those five words. only five words, yet gepard felt like he was going insane. he was going insane for you: your touch, your mind, your words, your entirety.

gepard removed his hand from yours for just one second, using it to tip your chin up so you could be in his view. in the pale moonlight, you were gorgeous. to be fair, you were always gorgeous, but something about tonight extenuated your beauty.

"can i⎯"

"don't even ask," you cut him off, leaning into him.

the kiss was soft and sweet at first. the feeling of your lips pressed onto his was heavenly: gepard felt ten times stronger with you than with anything else. it was gentle and tender.

but when you tugged your arms around his neck, all restraint went out the window.

gepard moved his hand from your chin to your waist, pulling you closer into him. it was bold for his first kiss, but who could blame him when you're holding onto to him so tightly?

you threaded your hands through his hair as he kissed you feverishly. his hands on your waist made you want to combust into him. you were standing on your toes at this point; if you tried to stand any taller, gepard was about to lift you up into the air.

when you finally stopped to breath, all that was left in the air was your love and the light from the sky.

"was i your first kiss?" you asked him coyly, arms still wrapped around his neck.

gepard blushed and you immediately knew his answer to your question. you stood up one more time to give him one more quick kiss.

yes, you were his first kiss. and gepard wished for more to come.

i need a week off after this fic i swear to god

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . GEPARD LANDAU ; — secret makeout sessions with the silvermane captain are a good way to pass the time when you miss him.

warnings: f!reader, rly just makeout sessions. note: don’t mind the characterisation rn i just wanted to write something short to give it a try ! i wanna write more for star rail tho snifle <3 maybe some dan heng / blade / jing yuan next :<

“i’m..” gepard begins before its cut off again as he swallows your next dreamy exhale, his brows furrow and he can feel the sting of his own deep blush — the impact you have on him far too severe for him to even consider trying to swallow it down. “..i’m on duty.”

his words are fumbled when he finally manages to push them out but they’re barely audible with the way his mouth still moves messily with yours, pushed into some darkened alley after he’d coincidentally came across you shopping in the city.

“but you said you’d walk me home, captain~” the title is a slow drawl that makes gepard almost whimper when it’s accompanied with the saccharine press of your chest against his broad one. as much as he can’t feel the press of your skin against his own, he remembers it — and that makes him yearn for it even more as his hands wrap around your waist with the next languid lav of his tongue along your own.

“it is my responsibility when you’re looking so..” breathtaking, is what he means to say but the clouded, starry-eyed look you send him as you pull away to breathe only has him pulling you back in for more. so he lets his hands, his movements — say what he needs and he knows you understand when he feels your arms wrap around his armoured shoulders, caging him against the brick wall behind you both as he grabs steadily at your hips.

you’re intoxicating, embarrassingly so that the silvermane captain can’t focus on anything else except the way you kiss him. your fingers smooth just under the hem of gepard’s jacket, enough to graze teasingly along the skin of his abdomen and he wants nothing more than to chase more of your touch as he exhales against your lips.

he did have a small break before his next assignment, one that he knows he’d love to spend wrapped in you when he feels you lick into his mouth needily — pushing your name between his lips even though it’s always on his mind and suddenly he feels too warm underneath his armour, even in the eternal freeze he’s sure you’d have him overheating.

gepard’s hand squeezes at your waist, making you pull away to blink up at him and your gaze is hypnotising despite the way it makes him want to look away — flushed to his chest with his usual pristine uniform mused by your hands. but he can’t help the way his lips part to growl immediately when he feels you lean back into press cute kisses along his jawline, trailing down the sensitive spots you’ve mapped out on his neck as he tries so hard to retain his self control that seems to drain away with every press of your lips.

the city is just to his left but you’re in his arms and he can’t find it in himself to care despite the position he’s in right now, the captain of the silvermane guards turning to putty for his sweet little girlfriend in some random ally. but it’s too tempting when your kisses trail back to his lips and it’s almost instinct the way he so easily switches your positions, his need making his ears ring as he presses you into the hard surface he occupied a few moments ago — kissing you so deeply you have to rely on his to keep you upright, because you know he always will.

“it—uggh, it shouldn’t be too much trouble for me to pick up my duties later.. i have something else to see through first.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[shirakow]

˗ˏˋ꒰ note ꒱ ; Gepard x Male!reader with FTM!Reader in mind but no specific genitals mentioned !

. . . extra ; short self-indulgent fic for tonight , planning to make a devil!Rody Lamoree fic in a few days .

Imagine he comes home extremely tired from work, and you're just sitting prettily in one of his shirts over a long sleeved one. Dear Lord, that would make him so aroused.

Bonus points if Gepard came home from a bad work day. Oh the thought of Gepard going down on you slowly despite his frustrations from his job. Honey, that's a man, not a boy. Of course he'll treat you like the pretty prince you are <3

But imagine it, Gepard going slow but thrusting so fucking deep into you, to the point you start thinking he's so mean for bullying his fat cock into your hole. He'd be so gentle with it too? His hands holding onto your hips as he puts you in a mating press; his head buried into your shoulder as he whispers praises into your ear.

Tells you how good you're being for him, and how sorry he is for having to use you as a way to relieve himself. He can't help it, you're just so handsome, so sweet, his sweet boy!

"You're doing so great—mmmha...—I know, I'm s-sorry, I'm so mean...~ I-I'll make it up to you sweet boy, I'm so s-sorry...—" He'd whisper into your ear while tearing up from how good you feel around his twitching dick. Always so warm and tight for him, and it's driving him insane! It's like your pretty whole was made solely for him, and only him!

@ shirakow ! Holy shit I'm actually in heat , I can't stop thinking about Gepard .

[ilyvanderwood]

HSR Men NSFW Alphabet !

NSFW Alphabet with HSR men~! Letters C (Cum), P (Pace) and T (Toys) !

Requests - Open!

BLADE!

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves to cum inside you. It makes him feel more dominate and the view of his cum dripping out of your hole will drive him crazy and turn him on again.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Unless you say something, he'll be fast and rough. He can and will go slow if you ask him to but after a while he will forget and go back to being rough.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns a few toys, which are for you. He has a lot of BSDM items and loves to see you all tied up in front of him. He also owns a whip for when you disobey him and a vibrator he uses to tease you if your needy for him but he can't help you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

GEPARD!

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He prefers to cum on your chest or face, but if you allow him he'll 100% cum inside you. He wants you to be comfortable as well so sometimes he becomes a bit selfless. But when he saw his cum leave your hole for the first time ever he lost it. He entered you again blushing from the sight and hard again.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

More than half the time he's slow and sensual. He prefers Vanilla sex above all since he feels its more romantic and he loves the sounds of your moans as he softly thrusts into you, as you begging for more.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns zero toys. He's just to embarrassed to buy one in the first place. He doesn't understand how people will go up to a worker with a dildo in hand and pay for it without the tiny bit of embarrassment, but to each their own.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

WELT YANG !

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to watch his cum drip out of you, sometimes he goes back in you and fills you up again. He just wants to make sure that you take every last possible drop.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Matters how he feels or how you've behaved. If your being bratty he will not go gentle on you. He'd have you beg to cum just to not let you. Similar if you haven't done it in a while except he's more so overstimulating you instead. He does like to be gentle and take his time with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He secretly owns toys that he wants to use on you, but he's a bit nervous to ask if you want to try them out. He owns some ropes, a blindfold, cuffs, a dildo and vibrator. Sometimes he dreams of him using these toys on you and having you beg for his cock.

[viviennevermillion]

date ideas for them

✧ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: had this idea and thought it'd make for a nice post. i love sampo so much. geppie is kinda cute too. writing for luka has made me realize the guy is literally a shounen protagonist. 2,5k words

✧ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: gepard, bronya, sampo, luka

✧ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴ��: long way home — walk off the earth

✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: "sampo is a masked fool" theory is canon to me at this point

✧ Going to the Flower Shop

Gepard loves flowers and likes taking care of them (even though he always manages to mess up). So what better way to introduce you to the softer side of him, the man far removed from the front lines, than to take you to the Eversummer Florist Shop? Gepard may struggle to keep his flowers alive but he's quite knowledgeable when it comes to the meanings of them, medical uses or where they're found in the wild. The florist just smiles at you from the side, remarking how well-informed your boyfriend is about this. He'd wrap his arms around your waist and quietly explains the different kinds of flowers to you. He seems so soft in this moment, so different than how he can be seen commanding the troops. You smile, glad that he is able to take a break from duty, and kiss his cheek gently, causing Gepard to blush. You let out a quiet chuckle and make sure to get him some flowers that show how much you love him sometime soon.

✧ Gardening

He's aware that this is not everybody's cup of tea. If you don't want to help him with his garden, you're welcome to watch from the sidelines and play some music to relax to. Before he starts working on the garden, Gepard makes sure you have some drinks and snacks. If you do decide to help him, he'll happily show you how to tend to the flowers. If you decide to watch instead, whenever he passes you by to get some additional supplies or tools, he can't resist pressing a kiss to your lips. He swears to himself that this time he will manage to grow something worthy of being given to you as a gift.

✧ Singing together

You're the only person he feels comfortable enough around to practice his singing with. He can actually play the piano, something he learned to do as a child as his father never allowed him to play with the "peasant children". He's by no means as skilled as Serval but when you tell him that you find his voice soothing, his cheeks redden a little and he thanks you, snuggling up to you. Gepard makes it his personal mission to learn how to play the songs that are your favorites at the moment. If you're up for it, you two can sing together while he plays the piano.

✧ Indoor Picnic

It's clear that having a nice picnic outdoors in Belobog might be a little bit cold and uncomfortable but luckily, Serval is willing to help her little brother out a little and lends him her shop after hours for a day. She definitely teases him about it but he puts so much effort into organizing this picnic for you. He hangs up pretty fairy lights in the workshop and prepares a comfortable blanket and pillows for you to sit on. He cooks all the food he presents to you himself and it tastes really nice. He puts up some candles and scatters some rose petals as well and when he's done, the workshop looks very different from before. He's trying to look confident when he asks you to come in and shows you the result of his hard work but he gets so flustered again, especially upon seeing you having dressed up for the date, that he stumbles over his words a little. You just chuckle and press a kiss to his cheek, leaving his face with a soft and loving smile. Serval definitely wants to know all about how her brother's date went once it's over but she's going to have to wait for that because there was no way you wouldn't be staying with your boyfriend for the night after how sweet he has been to you.

✧ Ballroom Dancing

Bronya doesn't know much about love and going on dates other than what she read in books as a child or picked up from other people's conversations. She has been pretty sheltered as a child and now that she knows you like her too, she's wracking her brain; wondering what date to take you on that would make you happy. Luckily, Seele is there to help her out. "Duh, you're an overworld princess. You literally have the whole of Qliphoth Fort at your disposal. Take them ballroom dancing or something!" Bronya is very thankful for this suggestion from her friend and makes sure to invite you to a private evening in the ballroom. She gets you a pretty dress or suit you would like to wear and she herself wears a stunning ballgown herself. At first she tries to apply her customs from the balls she attended growing up; especially because she is nervous and essentially already has a memorized collection of proper etiquette for this type of situation, but soon she finds that around you, she can be a lot more light-hearted and casual. You guys end up giggling and trying out all sorts of dances in the big dance hall whilst playing music Bronya would have never expected herself to play at a ball. But this evening with you feels unrestrained and freeing and she knows that she wants many more days like this.

✧ Spa Day

This is right up Bronya's alley. Qliphoth Fort has a private spa for the Supreme Guardian and when Bronya has worked a lot and feels exhausted or tense, she loves nothing more than to take you there for a relaxing day together. You take a swim in a brine bath together, visit the sauna and do all sorts of spa treatments at your disposal. Bronya chuckles when she finds you falling asleep against her in the hot tub. She presses a kiss to your forehead and wraps her arms around you.

✧ Playing Video Games

This one was your suggestion when you learnt that Bronya; having essentially been raised as a princess and on the technologically underdeveloped Jarilo-VI, has never played a video game before. She's very curious herself to try them out so you sit down on the sofa for an afternoon and you introduce Bronya to Honkai Star Rail's version of Mario Kart whilst you try out all sorts of snacks Cocolia never let Bronya eat. At first she's a little lost at which buttons to push and why the game works the way it does but she gets the hang of it pretty quickly. And she's very competitive. Definitely shoots you a triumphant grin when she sends your character flying off the racing track. She isn't afraid to play dirty in this game and teases you about losing but soothes you with a gentle kiss to your lips.

✧ Going to the Theatre

Bronya loves to hear the singing that comes from the Golden Theatre so going there on a date is a must for sure. You check out the theatre program together to decide on a play both of you are interested in and Bronya gets you the best seats in the theatre. You smile at her from the side during the play upon noticing how captivated and excited she is about seeing the play and hearing the songs from it. The intermission definitely involves sneaking around the theatre with her and kissing away from all eyes.

✧ Visiting a Fun Fair

Sampo isn't even from Jarilo-VI, so he's ready to leave at any time if it's for taking his beloved on a nice date. And what location would work better for a man like Sampo than the fun fair? For him, laughter and jokes are what gives life meaning and he's experiencing first-hand how much your laughter adds to his life. So the fun fair works in his favor. He kisses you passionately in the mirror labyrinth; pecking at your lower lip repeatedly and trailing kisses down your neck, whispering against your skin to keep your eyes closed because he has a nice surprise for you. When he tells you to open them again, Sampo is way further ahead in the mirror labyrinth, having the time of his life watching you trying to find your way back to him. He's wheezing at this point and you swear to yourself that you're going to get back at him for this. You decide to forgive him when he buys you cotton candy and wins you the most cursed plushie they have at the shooting booth. Sampo also loves to scare you in the haunted house and recount "fun" tales of rollercoasters crashing around the universe when the coaster you sit in starts moving slowly. Some of them are so absurd that you're certain he made them up. He loves to joke around with you on this trip and holding your hand as you walk across the fun fair.

✧ Visiting the Circus

Out of all shows you could take Sampo to watch, aside from a comedy show, the circus is probably the most entertaining for him. He enjoys the whole vibe of it. He gets roasted almonds and candy for you two to snack on while you watch the circus show. You have to be careful with Sampo because he's absolutely the kind of person who'd raise his hand when someone in the ring says "okay and now I need two volunteers".

✧ Spending an Evening at the Tavern

This is Sampo's world. He takes you to a masked fools tavern, introducing you to the people he tends to spend his time with and showing you what he's usually up to when he's not travelling and scamming people. He gets you a pretty mask that fits you and definitely shows you off to anyone who asks with the most proud smile ever. You two listen to the other masked fools recount the stories of the chaos they caused and you back Sampo up when he talks about his time on Jarilo-VI. If you're up for it, he'll happily dance with you to the upbeat music the bard plays. He also plays the masked fools version of poker which is just like regular poker except that aside from losing money, the loser also has to do weird and funny dares. Basically, Sampo makes a complete fool of himself and that's the point. After all, those moments of laughter are the ones he wants you to remember whenever you have a bad day.

✧ Pranks

Sampo would love if you help him with his shenanigans. He's up for pretty much anything he finds funny, whether it's scamming people with you or hanging up hand-drawn "Vote Sampo Koski for Supreme Guardian" posters in the dead of night. He's so proud if you're able to come up with a good scam for him. He kisses you and tells you this is why he loves you so much. He also gets a kick out of hiding from the Silvermane Guards with you after one of his many pranks, having you pressed against his chest and kissing you while the guards are looking for you. If you're able to bring any chaotic ideas to the table for what pranks you could pull together, Sampo's heart is yours forever.

✧ Sparring together

Luka is a formidable fighter and he can teach you quite a few things about fighting if you want to. Of course, he goes easy on you but he'd love to teach you a few techniques and have a few playful fights. He's definitely not above distracting you with his kisses and affection before you land on the ground and he reminds you not to let your guard down like this.

✧ Riding a Motorcycle

Luka doesn't have a very high opinion of the overworld, but once the two layers of Belobog are no longer divided, he does think it's worth checking out with you. So he gets a motorcycle ready to take a drive with you. He's very thorough about making sure you're safe and he's a good driver; although the ride is definitely still adventurous with Luka. He does this at night so you can see the city lights pass you by and enjoy the atmosphere of freedom and the cool air of the night. He stops at a vantage point to look out onto the city with you and you talk about all sorts of things that are on your mind while watching the people of the overworld go about their business. Luka wants to get a meaty fast food snack for both of you. If you'd rather like to eat something with a lot of vegetables, he'll fulfill your wish but he definitely cringes at the idea of eating something like that himself. Luka is open to teach you about how to drive a motorcycle yourself as well if you don't know, having his arms wrapped around your waist and guiding you during your first few tries. He makes sure both of you wear safety gear and he thinks you look absolutely stunning in leather gear. He bonks your head when both of you wear your helmets.

✧ Stargazing

For the more quiet nights together, Luka takes you stargazing. He sets up a picnic blanket on a roof in the city and after eating dinner, the two of you lay down on it and look up at the stars. Luka knows the constellations but he's much more interested in what you see in the stars; both literally and metaphorically. These are the moments where he gets a little more sentimental and quiet, telling you about his dreams and what's in his heart. Luka is definitely a dreamer with unwavering determination and you find listening to him to be quite inspiring. You could be the most pessimistic person out there, you couldn't help but to hang onto every word he speaks, especially if he drives them home with his lips on yours. There is always that glimmer of hope in his eyes that you wish to protect with all you have and now you understand why he fights. If it were for protecting Luka's smile; you'd fight your way to the end of the world. Your boyfriend is still gazing up at the vast space above but you are already lost in his eyes instead, eventually snuggling up to him to confess to him how much he means to you and that your dream is to spend this life and all that follow by his side.

✧ Karaoke

Luka isn't the most outstanding singer out there but he thinks karaoke is fun, even if he cringes at himself sometimes during it. He's fine with doing karaoke in front of an audience or in a private room rented by just the two of you. He gets you some fun and fruity cocktails and he's done his research, learning the melody of all of your favorite songs so he can sing them with you. He definitely gets lost in the songs, especially the upbeat ones. You can't help but burst out laughing in the middle of the song.

[lovingmayday]

𝐆𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔

warnings : kinda ooc(?)

notes : it's a concept of writing i've been thinking of a lot. sorry for the inactivity TT. the school i tranferred to has 10 subjects everyday :* i still have unfinished spiderverse fics in my drafts but this was just one to jog away my writer's block enjoy!

My Dearest,

I've never been so disappointed to see the sun. With our camps placed so far in the frozen plains the other guards would scold me if they ever heard me confess it but it's true.

I dreamt of you. I feel as though I've been blessed with the vividness of your being but I also can't help but feel cursed. It was cruel for my own mind to decieve and betray me. In my dream, you were here, in my arms. Your beauty and brightness has never failed to persevere even in the bleakest, wintry state of the country. How long has it been since you've last graced me with your presence and how much longer must I have to endure?

I wish nothing but to return to your warmth, my comfort, my haven, my love.

Sincerely,

Gepard

[uhzuku]

╰─▸ ❝ 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧? ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠. 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐮.

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: star rail | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gepard landau/reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 0.63k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: jealous sex, dom gepard, degradation, unintentional voyeurism, minor exhibitionism.

𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐬: this short of a piece wasn’t really worth a full layout and is lowkey kinda a mess but eh enjoy what i did dhdbfh

“hnn-ngh-ah — f-fuck!” you whine, putting all your weight against the dark desk that your husband had you bent over. you could feel every stroke of his cock, every slap of his balls against you, and gods above it felt good. 

“that’s right honey, suck me in more,” gepard grunts, big hands cruelly gripping your hips as he fucks into you. you could almost swear that you could feel him in your fucking throat. “gods, so fuckin’ tight — c’mon now, we gotta hurry, i’m meant to be summoned by lady cocolia in twenty minutes.”

“then maybe you should use your cock better so i’d be closer to cumming,” you tease playfully, letting out a choked cry as one of those deliciously big hands leaves one of your hips only to fly across your ass, sharp stinging overtaking one cheek. you smile a little as your eyes roll back ever so slightly from the gentle pressure. 

“watch your damn mouth,” gepard growls, replacing his grip on your hip by looping a thick arm just under your neck, the muscles in his forearm tensing against your throat and collarbone as he tried his damnedest to force himself as deep inside of you as possible. your eyes cross ever so slightly as he hits an especially sensitive spot inside, and he laughs against your back, his warm breath ouffing against the crux of your neck and shoulder. 

“that’s right, what a good fucking slut f’me — feels good, doesn’t it?” you just whine in response. 

a knock at the door has you tensing around him, but he doesn’t stop fucking you. “they’ll go away,” he mutters, grunting as he grinds deep into your heat. “and if they don’t, they aren’t coming in anyway.” the knocks pause for a moment, then continue 

“captain landau?” comes a hesitant voice from outside the door, and finally he stills. you can feel him move his head up as he no doubt stares darkly towards the heavy door, murder in his eyes; the person behind the door was part of the reason that the two of you were engaging in such a filthy fantasy right now. the soldier speaking through the door had been coming onto you heavily when you’d brought the paperwork gepard had accidentally left at home in his hurry to get to work while on the cusp of running late, and the poor fool had borderline refused to take no for an answer, pushing and pressuring you to agree to his invitation for a meal even after you’d quietly denied him dozens of times and even showed him your wedding ring. gepard had come to meet you at the gates and had found you stuck in a hallway with the soldier attempting to get into your pants, and he’d been pissed. 

a low growl squeezes its way past gepard’s lips, but he instead stands back up and returns to fucking you stupid against his desk. you tried to tell him the door was unlocked, but he wouldn’t let you get a word in. each time you opened your mouth to speak the air was knocked from you from the roughness of his thrusts. 

“captain? sir?” the doorknob turns. gepard puffs his chest out a little and wraps one hand around your throat. you stop trying to warn him, realizing his intentions ( as salacious as they may be ) and wordlessly consenting. the door creaks open; gepard grips your hip tightly enough that it will bruise later. a shocked noise comes from the door, it shuts quickly, and gepard laughs lowly behind you. 

“good fuckin’ slut,” he purrs, mouthing at the back of your neck. you moan lowly, hands tightly gripping the edge of his desk. “now, cum on my cock’nd we can have more fun when i get home.”

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[antimatterz]

a penny for your thoughts

gepard landau x gn!reader

you've harbored feelings for the captain of the silvermane guards for a long time, and you finally decide to tell him the truth.

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the city of belobog was quiet after nightfall.

usually you had no business outside after sundown, but you just so happened to run into gepard on your way home and winded up in a conversation that seemed to last forever. you were on really good terms with the captain of the silvermane guards, even managed to find the person he was beyond the tough facade he put on.

and you managed to fall for that person.

by now, you had kind of ran out of topics to talk about, but that didn't really matter. the silence that lingered between the two of you was simply comfortable. the only sound you heard were gepard's footsteps, for his feet were clad in iron armor that shifted and groaned with every step he took.

did you ever mention how dashing he looked in his armor? the silver shone in the moonlight, and the blue scarf danced on the evening breeze. he looked majestic, and his royal blood showed so clearly.

his ocean eyes were calm and serious as he gazed ahead of him, walking so close to you that your hands touched every now and then – and oh, a whole zoo awakened in your stomach every time it happened. you were so afraid that gepard saw your blush every time he glanced sideways, but he hadn't commented on it yet.

it all started a year ago. fragmentum monsters had infiltrated the city and you were cornered. you had feared for your life back then, and you knew all too well that you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for your knight in shining armor appearing right on time. he had held your hand, worried blue eyes gazing into yours as he asked you if you were okay. you told him yes, but in the meantime, your heart was doing somersaults in your chest because aeons, he was handsome. a few days later, you ran into him again, and you took the opportunity to thank him profusely for saving you that night. who knew that he would offer to exchange numbers, his cheeks dusted in a shade of pink that matched yours. ever since that day, you grew to like him, and you sort of expected him to share the feeling. but you were both beating around the bush, and though your every rendezvous was no longer awkward, there was always an elephant in the room.

you could feel it. it lingered in the air between you as unspoken words, it was obvious from the not-so-secret gazes you often exchanged. but he didn't speak up about it, which you couldn't blame him for because you also kept quiet.

the plaza of the administrative district was abandoned, which was a pretty strange sight since it was so lively during daytime. you were getting closer to your residence, but the idea of going home already did not sit well with you. you stole a glance at gepard, admiring his stunning side-profile before he turned to face you. he offered you a hesitant smile, and you returned it before looking ahead of you again.

you crossed the plaza, the evening breeze tugging on your hair as you pondered. it was crazy to realize that this unspoken infatuation already went on. wasn't it about time to speak up about it? but if you did, would it ruin your friendship with gepard? though you were pretty certain he felt at least a little something for you, you were hesitant to rely on a hunch.

     "you're quiet tonight," gepard remarked after a while, lightly touching the back of your hand to get your attention. "a penny for your thoughts?"

you looked at him, and found his curious blue eyes solely on you. now what? what were you supposed to do? come clean about your true thoughts, or come with a silly excuse? you've been running from your feelings so long, and every time you met with gepard, it itched more.

you made up your mind. it was now or never.

     "i was thinking about you," you confessed. "about us, maybe."

your words took gepard by surprise, and he came to a halt. it was strangely quiet without the sound of his armor clicking against the pavement, and it made you all too aware of the situation you just created. there was no turning back now.

     "about us?" gepard echoed. "what do you mean?"

     "you wanted to know my thoughts, didn't you?" you stated, your voice faltering nervously. "i've liked you ever since you saved my life that night, and though i tried to keep it a secret to protect our friendship, i just can't hold it in anymore."

gepard gazed at you wordlessly, his armor glinstering in the light of the street lamps that surrounded the plaza. now it was his turn to blush, but although he usually looked away to hide it, now he kept his eyes on you. he appeared to be processing your words, the meaning of them, the weight of them, until he finally grasped it. you just confessed to him?!

now you realized so as well; you just confessed to gepard?!

     "y/n..." the captain began, before he trailed off. he heaved out a sigh, and you feared that he was about to reject you. but then he reached out, his armored hands taking yours. the silver was cool against your skin. he smiled, and you suddenly felt a pinch of hope.

     "y/n, i like you too," he admitted, and his words were like music to your ears. your heart leapt in your chest, and your mind momentarily failed you as you were overwhelmed with joy.

a silence followed, and you smiled at each other like two fools in love. it didn't matter that the silence was a little awkward, nor was it a problem that neither of you knew what to do next. you simply relished in the moment, overcome with glee. finally, the word was out. you no longer carried a secret with you, and not only that, your feelings weren't left unanswered. gepard liked you too! it was as if you were dreaming, but the cool silver against your bare skin felt all too real.

     "so does that mean i finally get to do this?" gepard asked, now cupping your cheeks and leaning in. he halted mere inches away from your lips, and you felt his hot breath fanning the sensitive skin.

there you stood. in the middle of the grande plaza, wrapped in the light of the street lamps and the moon that shone high above. there was no one around to witness the scene, but even if they were, you wouldn't have minded. it was just you and gepard, nothing else mattered.

     "yes, that's exactly what it means," you answered with a grin. you felt giddy all over, knowing very well what was about to happen next, now that you granted him permission.

that was all gepard needed to know, and he closed the gap between you ever so gently. his lips met yours in a tentative kiss, and you felt like you were afloat somewhere among the aeons. the guy of your dreams was kissing you! it took you a year to gather the courage to confess, but it was so very worth the wait. his lips against yours felt amazing, as if they belonged there. the kiss slow and careful, converting the feelings you hid for so long.

he was smiling when he pulled back, and you reciprocated the joyful expression. his blue eyes gazed into yours, and he no longer had to hide the love he felt for you. he could finally look at you like a lovesick puppy, and so he did. it was adorable, and you were pretty certain you looked the same.

     "y/n, will you be my significant other?" gepard questioned softly, his hands still on your cheeks.

words momentarily failed you, and you nodded in delight. your heart was pounding out of your chest, the aftermath of your nerves and the kiss you just shared. tonight surely took a turn, but in the best way possible.

gepard pressed another kiss against your lips, as if to seal the fact that you were together now. then he took your hand, ready to lead you home safely. the smile on your face never faltered, and you couldn't help but fantasize;

y/n landau, how did that sound?

[loverofmarch7th]

𝑻𝑼𝑿!

Drabble | Gepard Landau x Gn!Reader | Romantic Fluff

The guard could only let out a laugh at their ways. The kitten in their hold licking and pawing their face. The black fur standing up like electricity was near by -- having been blow dired after its bath.

Ruffling his blonde hair, Gepard watched his lover mess with the small animal. "So, we gonna name her?"

His question caused the person to hum in thought, messing with the kittens paws. It was a bit quiet, the couples thoughts taking up their attention.

"What abouttttt" [Name] started, rubbing the kittens belly. "Inky!"

Gepard humm, tapping his chin in thought. "I dont know....I personally like Tux"

Blinking a few times, his lover raised a brow. "Tux? Thats a cute name..."

They thought about it for a few seconds. The name was cute they thought. Head lulling back and forth a few times before nodding.

"Tux it is!" [Name] cheered exciredly, tickling the kittens stomach. "Our cute little Tux~!"

Gepard could only smile at the sight, reching over and scratching Tux behind the ear. "Our little Tux"

[yaravella]

More Than Anything pt. 1 - Gepard Landau

Gepard Landau x Reader // pt. 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warning: angst, unrequited love, modern au

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.

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[Greeting to everyone who read this. I've been really excited to write about Gepard lately, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing this. English is not my first language so don't hesitate to correct me if I made mistakes. Feel free to request or talk to me through the message, comment, or ask box!]

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Gepard didn’t remember the first time he met you. Probably in his freshman year in high school, when Serval brought you home for the first time to hang out in her studio. He just remembered he saw you awfully a lot since then. Singing to Serval’s off-tune guitar melody, eating cereal while writing lyrics on the kitchen bar, saying “Hiiiii, Gepard” in a sing-song voice whenever you saw him. 

Not gonna lie, he didn’t find you lingering around the house to be pleasant at first. If you’re over, the house would be blasting with deafening music that he didn’t get where the hell is the enjoyable part from them? And you sing almost everywhere, dear God. It’s not like you have a bad voice, but should you sing everywhere??? It didn’t help that if you saw him, your eyes lit up and you immediately danced, seemingly to tease him. So annoying.

Yet, that's how you become familiar. He didn’t mind you singing around the house anymore. Sometimes, he even joined, humming softly to your melody. He found himself hanging around the kitchen island every time you were there writing lyrics, giving you his thought and opinion about it. Sometimes he asks for a piece of paper from you, drawing you.

"Oh, Picasso~" you said teasingly, "The resemblance is uncanny."

He knew you were kidding, but it made him feel happy. If he doesn't feel like doing anything, he will be just admiring you while you’re writing. Art is creating a piece of art. How’s that possible? 

You’re one thing that he wonders about whenever class finished. Are you going to be there when he comes home? Are you gonna sing along to your deafening music, that he comes to like too, and dance for him today? Are you gonna greet him with your bright eyes? 

Sometimes he caught himself smiling at the thought of you. Does he have feelings for you? Maybe. You are beautiful, smart, and charming. And you treated him nicely. He thought it was only normal if he felt something toward you. But it’s nothing serious. Though he didn’t really know which category should he put you in. Crush? Well, he’s a guy. He also felt things to some girls at school, went on dates several times with them. Any relationship he had with them is short-lived though.  Did he want to date you? But that might ruin this comfortable bubble he has with you, right? He didn’t want that. He wanted to be close to you, and he’s okay with whatever he had with you right now.  And it has been years since you're around. He didn't want to risk anything.

If only he’s good with music, he’d follow you along to major in music. But he thought artistic traits only ran through Serval’s blood in the family, so he’s fine to enter the same university as you. This is a silly crush, nothing more, anyway. It would be nice to see you in the same class as him though. But seeing you greeting him in his house is enough. Dancing and singing to your silly music. 

However, he rather wishes you didn’t come today. 

When he arrived home, he was greeted by heavy metal music blaring in the room. A bunch of people lounged around the living room area, seemingly too busy talking or jamming to the music to notice him.

And you are there too, singing and bobbing your hair left and right to the music. Looking so beautiful as your hair goes wild swaying here and there following the rhythm. Looking so beautiful with a man draping his arm around your shoulder. 

“Ah, you’re home already, Gepard?” he didn’t even realize that his sister was also there, sitting opposite you. Everyone’s eyes were immediately on him. Including you. He felt like a deer caught in the headlight. He didn’t even care about the other people that surround the table. His eyes immediately found yours, which lit up when they met.

“Hiii, Gepard~” Oh, aren’t you so cold? Calling him with that sing-song voice with a man around you. 

He tries to ignore the tightened feeling around the pit of his stomach as much as he tries to ignore the gaze of the dark-haired man beside you. His eyes travel to your hand which rests on top of the guy’s thigh. Your boyfriend? Since when do you have a boyfriend? 

Gepard just nodded his head as an answer to both his sister’s question and your greeting. He’s trying really hard to mask the upsetting feeling that rapidly built up inside his chest. Disappointment? Anger? Or this is jealousy, perhaps? 

He doesn’t waste one more second to be there and immediately walks to his room. Hopefully, no one notices his weird behavior. Hopefully, you don’t notice it. 

But slowly that day he noticed something. You are more than a silly crush he had just to fill his adolescence experience. You are more than a familiarity that greets him whenever he was home. You are more than the song he constantly hears. You are more.

Feeling defeated, he dropped his body to his bed. Now that he realizes you are more than everything he thought you are, it feels like it’s too late.

[the-stellaron-hunters]

Gepard Landau

the alphabet prompt list belongs to the-coldest-goodbye

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Gepard believes affection is best saved for times when there are no prying eyes around you. Gepard knows he is more involved in his professional life than the average person, which leaves him little to no room for his personal life, but he still makes an effort to strictly separate the two. He eventually loosens up enough that he allows little gestures in public like an arm thrown around your shoulder or his hand in yours, although he refuses to go any further than that. There is a time and place for everything. He will make it all up to you behind closed doors.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Gepard understandably cannot be a constant presence in your life even if he wants to be there for you. But he's there in every celebration, in every achievement, and when you're at your happiest and at your lowest. Always. Without fail. And with time, you become more familiar with how he often keeps things to himself, so you make sure to remind him every now and then that while you cannot give him a solution to all his problems, you can at least lend him an ear when he needs it. Because of his social standing, Gepard is aware that he isn't exactly the easiest person to befriend, so he appreciates your presence all the more. Even with his packed schedule, he still tries to put in effort into your friendship as you're one of the few people he can confide into when his days get rough. On the other hand, you know he is a capable man who can take care of himself, and yet you can't help but cherish the small, rare moments where he relies on you with the little things like tweaking a recipe or shopping for groceries.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Gepard isn't used to having someone so close by, so during the first time you told him he can just relax although he ended up feeling anything but comfortable; all he could think about was his own physicality, constantly wondering how he should position himself while worrying about your comfort over his own. It's only after several months of gentle prodding that Gepard is willing to try again, and he becomes less resistant to cuddling when he learns that the nights you cuddle are also the nights when conversations are the easiest, and he eventually forms a habit of slowly stroking his fingers on your scalp as you talk about everything that comes to mind.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

When Gepard's mind wanders to what the both of you could be, he sometimes thinks of what it's like to settle down, but it's more of a passing thought rather than something he truly wants to do. There's too much on his plate as captain and there's so many things about Belobog that needs to change. Before he became captain, he swore an oath to Qlipoth that he will lay his life for Belobog, and he is a man of his word. As for his housekeeping skills he is average at best although he doesn't get to make use of these skills that much since the family butler often takes care of his chores while he is away.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

When it sinks in to Gepard that he and his partner no longer fit the way they used to, he buries himself in his duties more than usual, partly because his partner probably needs the space to think things through, and partly because he isn't sure how to handle the situation. His days are normally physically taxing but right after the break up his days feel a little slower, a little more tiring than usual. He gave his all in the relationship fully intending to spend the rest of his life with his partner but now that the relationship is gone he feels like a huge part of himself has been taken away from him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Gepard is familiar with how commitment feels like in the sense that he prioritizes his duty as captain above everything else. But this commitment, the kind where vulnerability is a two-way street... he always has his guard up so this is a territory he is yet to navigate, but the moment he considers you as someone worth the commitment, the possibility of marriage has been taken into consideration. He wouldn't be hasty about it though; he's old-fashioned when it comes to the matters of the heart so he prefers to take his time.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

In his eyes, you're stronger than you give yourself credit for, otherwise Gepard wouldn't think of you as highly as he does. He isn't hard on you but he is firm; if you make a mistake that can be easily fixed or doesn't really affect your future, he is more careful with his words knowing that you will eventually get back on your feet. If it turns out to be serious, he won't hesitate to put his foot down because he doesn't want to see you stuck in your current predicament long enough to the point where the situation becomes irreparable.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Gepard is not one to initiate displays of affection unless they're behind closed doors, although he wouldn't refuse you if you want or need a hug. His hugs are steady and warm, almost comforting. In private his hugs are frequent and the moments he spends without his arms around you are far and few between. He doesn't let go just yet, waiting for you to give him a sign that you've had your fill, and he gives you one last squeeze before he loosens his hold from you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes Gepard a long time to process how he feels about you, and even longer to decide what he should do about it. He has other priorities. His world doesn't revolve around you so he has no trouble keeping his emotions in check especially when you're nearby. He already values what he has with you right now which is why he doesn't feel the need to treat you any differently. For a while, he is hesitant on telling you those little three words; his feelings could be a burden to you since he wouldn't be able to dedicate to you all the attention and time that you deserve. Once he sorts out his feelings, he decides that he will only tell you if he is sure that you'll accept the part of him that prioritizes his duty above everything else, otherwise he will take it to the grave.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Gepard is not a jealous person by nature but when he sees someone flirting with you despite your clear lack of interest, his patience gets tested. He generally lets you handle your personal business since it's not in his place to interfere but if you're the type who struggles in this kind of situation, there's no need to worry as his presence is more than enough to send the other person running. There's no reason for him to get jealous when you've already earned his trust. If you do something that will break his trust, like flirting back, the ugly feeling of his will be directed to you, but it's not jealousy as it is more of disappointment since he opened up to you with the expectation that you were going to treat the relationship with respect even when he is not around.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Gepard prefers all kisses to be behind closed doors which you don't mind in the slightest since it's also when he could give you his full attention. His kisses start off with his lips ghosting over yours, careful, a little hesitant and a lot unsure, as if testing the waters. He then slowly increases in pressure, his movements languid as he takes his time with you. Whenever one of you pulls away he continues to hold you close like he doesn't want to stop.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

It's only during patrols when Gepard gets to see the children, and he is technically still on duty so when the children take notice of him, it takes him a lot of effort to dial down the strictness that he normally reserves for giving out commands. That leaves him in an awkward position as it suddenly occurs to him that he has zero skills on handling children; he finds children too unpredictable and he knows nothing about their interests. Because of that, Gepard isn't sure if he will ever get along with children. His only saving grace is that the children all look up to him so the children are all over him in no time at all. Soon enough, Gepard realizes how much of a pushover he is when he finds himself easily swayed by the children's babbling and their countless requests (piggyback rides and drawing random objects). Gepard still isn't sure if this is how he should be treating children but it seems like they're having a good time so he wants to think that he is doing a decent job at it.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Gepard's body clock is consistent due to his training so expect him to be up at five sharp. If Gepard is not in a rush to get to his post he uses his time in the mornings for himself as he would either tend to his flowers or learn a recipe that he's been wanting to do for a while. You're more than welcome to join him in his morning routine but if you aren't awake yet he wouldn't disturb your peace, moving around as quietly as he can so you don't wake up by the noise. In the rare mornings he lingers in bed he pulls you close and dozes back off.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Gepard often heads to bed on time, preferably nine or ten PM. He always adheres to his night schedule since he needs all the sleep he could get although he would make exceptions every now and then if they're special occasions that he doesn't get to spend to you during daytime while he is on duty. Most of the time he is tired after a long day so after the nightly routine expect him to get knocked out as soon as his head hits the pillow. When he is less sleepy he is willing to stay up with you and catch up on each other's lives, though if he has to get back to duty tomorrow he has an absolute limit of staying up until eleven. As much as he wants to spend more time with you, he is not going to risk getting himself hurt and possibly compromising his soldiers all because he isn't well-rested.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Gepard believes he is an open book to people he is close to. He's honest to a fault so he will answer any question you might have for him. There are a couple of things that he doesn't tell you but rather than being secretive, it just never occurs to him to bring them up in conversation, some of them being unpleasant childhood memories and experiences in cadet school where he felt like giving up. He has nothing to hide, all it takes are the right questions and the right person for him to open up.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

As the captain, Gepard has to be patient with all kinds of people regardless of the situation so you can expect the same kind of patience to be extended towards you. He has a lot of patience but it's finite. As long as you don't do anything at the cost of his trust he will always try to be as patient as he can. If he finds himself angered with you he takes a step back from the situation and think of what went wrong, and waits until his mind is clear enough before he asks if he can talk to you. If you refuse the first time that's fine by him since you also need the time to calm down. The more you refuse his attempts of communicating the less his patience gets because he doesn't have all the time in the world and life is too unpredictable to let the problem fester for too long.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Gepard wouldn't be able to spend a lot of time with you so he does his best to tuck each detail about you close to his heart, and while he has it all figured out, a few details get lost in time as his mind is often filled with responsibilities. He would never forget the most important details like your birthday and your anniversary, which is more than enough for you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Gepard remembers nearly every moment you went through together, all the confessions and celebrations you shared. But there's something about the small moments with you that's safely tucked into memory: coming home to you and getting enveloped in a hug, or dealing with chores that seem to be a little more bearable with you around, or waking up in the middle of the night to a familiar weight pressing against his chest. When things get hectic he revisits the warmth of your arms and then he's filled with want, suddenly realizing he now knows how the other soldiers felt when they told him they can't wait to get home to their spouses.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Gepard is protective in a sense that he always reminds you that if you're in trouble he is only a call away, but he does his best not to be overbearing. The last thing he wants is to become imposing especially since he knows how it feels like to have someone dictate your future; he has not experienced it himself since he ended up taking the path his father wants him to take, but he's seen it happen to his elder sister and until now she is still on the receiving end of his family's scorn. He generally lets you handle yourself since you're a capable person with your own voice but if you need his help he wouldn't hesitate to step in. He has never really thought of wanting to be protected because he already took upon the responsibility to protect everyone ever since he was a child. The least you could do is to be there for him and listen to whatever he has to say no matter how insignificant it may seem, and while that doesn't necessarily solve all his problems, that's all it takes for him to feel secure.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

With Gepard's packed schedule it feels as if he isn't trying to be present in your life but you know he is not the type of person to do things without reason. There's a time when he has to be gone for weeks and it happens to coincide with your anniversary. It's hard to not be disappointed, but it's harder to be mad at him when he's sincere with his apology, and way harder to be selfish at a time like this when lives are at stake in his line of work. You entered into a relationship with him knowing this is inevitable. When he does show up and prepare for important dates he puts all his effort even though things don't always go the way he wants them to, but having him around is more than enough.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

At days when Gepard gets too stressed out, he tends to bottle his emotions even though you tell him not to until he blows up in what was supposed to be a petty argument. He tries to keep his emotions in check, really, but sometimes he tends to shut himself out, especially from you, just so you aren't on the receiving end of his outburst when it becomes too much. As captain, he is supposed to be good with communication with his soldiers, but when it comes to you he falls short on that aspect, partly because he's not sure how to express himself when it comes to things like this, and partly because he doesn't to burden you further with his problems. He knows it's not a good thing so he's actively working on it even though he doesn't get the right words out sometimes, which frustrates him half of the time.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

In Gepard's line of work there's no room for him to care about his looks as there are matters that are more pressing than his appearance. He doesn't think too hard about his appearance, at most he just keeps up his hygiene and cleans up a bit before he's good to go.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

If you have to be away for a long time it wouldn't bother Gepard in the slightest. He is used to being apart from his loved ones for long periods of time because of how often he has to be out on the frontlines so he understands where you're coming from. If it's about putting an end to your relationship, though, it's a completely different story. If he loves you there will always be pieces of you that's intertwined in his thoughts, and his habits, and his little actions that wouldn't leave him no matter how hard he tries to get rid of them. When you're gone he somehow doesn't feel the hurt that he expects to feel after losing someone he envisioned his entire future with. It's mostly some kind of emptiness he cannot wrap his head around, the kind that weighs heavy in him after losing something he's grown used to.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Gepard has a shelf in his room full of trinkets given to him by the children whenever he goes out on patrol. There's an impressive collection of shiny rocks, antique storybooks, candy rings, theater tickets, origamis, and flowers that he had dry pressed and stored in picture frames the same day he got them. Gepard wants to think he is practical with his belongings but he is actually more sentimental than he looks, keeping all the little trinkets that the children probably won't even remember giving him.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Gepard tries to be tolerant with everyone as he interacts with all kinds of people as the captain, but every now and then he encounters someone who shows a lack of moral compass and their behavior tends to rub him off the wrong way. As someone who stands by his oath to protect Belobog and her people, Gepard has a great deal of empathy so he finds it difficult to understand people who doesn't care the least bit about others. He acknowledges that he is in no place to judge because he doesn't know what the other person went through, so he tries not to think too hard about it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Gepard can fall asleep at will. There are a lot of nights when he is dead tired and he sleeps like a log, never moving from his initial position throughout the night. Depending on how he falls asleep it could be an inconvenience to you especially if he is hugging you too tightly and you just want to breathe. He is by no means a light sleeper but thankfully it's still easy to wake him up so he can loosen his hold on you, mumbling a sleepy apology before he goes back to sleep.

[interastral-peace-corporation]

💘🎇🌼 for geppie

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Gepard Landau

💘 Do they take the time to learn more about their crush by talking/asking or observing?

Gepard isn't the type to initiate a conversation, partly because he slips back to formalities even when off-duty, and partly because casual conversations are a bit difficult for him to handle, so Gepard would settle on observing you from afar to get a grasp on where your interests lie. Simply observing you would get him nowhere, however, and Gepard can be stubborn from time to time about sticking to his habits so he will need some push from his sisters before he decides to talk to you.

🎇 Are the feelings they have like a whirlwind or are they able to keep it under control?

Gepard has his priorities and he takes them seriously. Regardless of how deep his feelings run, his world doesn't only revolve around you. He has learned to set his own wants aside for the sake of his duty, so most of the time he is able to keep his feelings in check. Unless you're already a huge part of his life he will not hesitate to bury his feelings if it means he can lead his soldiers more efficiently, not wanting his wandering thoughts of you to hold him back from his duties.

🌼 How do they view their significant other? Are they the light in their life? Best friend? Savior, etc.?

You have been a lot of things to Gepard but most of all you are his home. Having you around gives him a sense of normalcy in his busy days, a luxury that he doesn't get to experience often because of his responsibilities. Even when he is away he knows you'll not leave, and that he can anticipate to return to you at the end of the day. After you got together he notices that he always has something to look forward to, even though it's something as mundane as waking up next to you.

[ilyvanderwood]

"I want you and you only"

Characters - Blade, Gepard, and Sampo

Basically, your boyfriend comforts you! Also sorry for not posting !!

Requests Open / Masterlist

Blade! Even with how bad he is, women always look at him with love in their eyes. You notice and it makes you feel insecure since all these 'perfect' women are in love with him and your scared that he'd leave you for one of them! The way they whisper are glare at you if you walk near him, which makes you walk around with your head hung low. He notices and when you two are alone he tells you how much he loves you and how he rather be with you more than anyone else.

Gepard! Women mainly lust over him because of his ranking, some do love him for his looks too but its not that often. Which is why he rather be with you since you love him for everything no other person could! He tells you this often and will sometimes publicly show his relationship with you.

Sampo! Who doesn't love a mischievous man? He's similar to a class clown except this is beyond the classroom. He doesn't exactly know what you see in him even though you say that you love him for everything he is. He may wink at other women but thats only when theres a group of girls and just to tease them so he can laugh about them later. He holds you close as he tells you how much you mean to him.

[bladeux]

✶⋆.˚ when you reunite after a long time apart !

pairings : sunday, aventurine, blade, jing yuan, gepard, boothill x reader (separate) | fluff, angst (?)

➜ Sunday

The room was quiet, filled with the hum of machinery and the soft glow of screens. Sunday sat at the very center, his posture tense as he poured over a map projected on the table. You lingered at the entrance, your heart pounding. After everything, would he even want to see you again? The soft creak of the door caught his attention. His head snapped up, his golden eyes narrowing in suspicion until they locked on yours. For a moment, he simply stared, the silence stretching between you. Then, slowly, he straightened, his guarded expression giving way to disbelief. "You," he breathed, his voice barely audible. "You’re here." "Sunday," you whispered, stepping closer. He shook his head, as if trying to dispel a dream. "I thought I’d lost you. I told myself you were gone, that I couldn’t waste time hoping—" His voice broke, and he looked away, his fists clenching at his sides. "I never stopped trying to come back to you," you said, your voice trembling. "I’m sorry it took so long." He exhaled sharply, his cool slipping. When he looked at you again, his eyes glistened with emotions he rarely let show. "Don’t you dare apologize," he said, his voice low and raw. "You’re here now. That’s all that matters." You took the last step, closing the distance between you. Hesitantly, you reached out, and he caught your hand, his grip firm and grounding. "I’ve missed you," you said, tears threatening to spill over. Sunday’s lips pressed into a thin line before he pulled you into a fierce embrace, his arms holding you as if you might vanish. "I missed you, too," he murmured, his voice unsteady. "More than I can ever say."

➜ Aventurine

Amidst the chaos, Aventurine was a striking presence. He stood at the center of it all, his eyes scanning the bustling crowd with an air of easy confidence. You stood at the edge, hesitant. Would he even want to see you again after all this time? As if drawn by an invisible thread, his gaze shifted and locked onto yours. The world seemed to still. His confident smirk faltered, his posture stiffening as disbelief flickered across his face. You took a tentative step forward, and then another. Before you could reach him, he was already moving, cutting through the crowd with long, purposeful strides. When he finally reached you, he stopped just short, his eyes searching your face as though trying to confirm that you were real. "So," he said, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it, "Penacony finally has a view worth admiring. "You laughed shakily, your throat tight with emotion. "Still the same smooth talker, I see." He smiled faintly. "I thought I’d lost you," he admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Not a word, not a trace. And now you’re here, walking into my life like it’s the most natural thing in the world." "I was trying to get back to you," you said, your voice trembling. "It just... took longer than I wanted." He reached out, his hand brushing against yours before his fingers wrapped around it. "You’ve got a lot to explain, but we’ll get to that," he said, his voice steadier now. His other hand came up to cup your cheek, his touch warm and grounding. "Right now, I just need to know you’re staying." Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded. "I’m staying. I’m not leaving again."

➜ Blade

The ruins of an abandoned space station were eerily silent, with the occasional groan of it settling in the vacuum of space. You pushed open a rusted door, your breath catching when you saw him. Blade stood at the edge of the room, his back facing you, staring out a shattered viewport into the abyss. His sword leaned against the wall beside him, with his shoulders down in a way that seemed uncharacteristically vulnerable. "Blade," you called softly, your voice echoing in the hollow space. He froze. For a long moment, he didn’t move, didn’t even turn to face you. "I thought it was a ghost," he finally said, his voice rough. When he turned, his crimson eyes locked onto yours, and you could see the storm raging within them. You took a cautious step forward. "It’s me." His hand clenched into a fist at his side. "Why now?" he demanded, his voice breaking. "Why come back after all this time?" "I never stopped looking for you," you whispered, your heart aching at the pain etched into his features. "I’m here now." For a moment, he seemed ready to pull away, but then he closed the distance between you in an instant, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "Don’t leave me again," he murmured, his voice trembling.

➜ Jing Yuan

The sunlit garden of the Xianzhou Luofu was tranquil, the scent of blooming flowers mingling with the faint hum of distant bells. Seated beneath a tree, Jing Yuan looked every bit the picture of calm, his white hair catching the golden light as he rested with his eyes closed. You hesitated at the edge of the garden, the sight of him stealing your breath. He hadn’t changed, as he is still the composed general he has always been. Yet, as you stepped closer, the faint lines of weariness on his face became clearer, as if time apart had weighed on him just as much as it had on you. "Are you going to stand there all day?" he called suddenly, his voice laced with amusement. His golden eyes opened, meeting yours with an intensity that made your chest tighten. You laughed softly, stepping forward. "I didn’t want to disturb your nap." "And yet, you’re the only disturbance I’ve been hoping for." His voice softened as he approached, his usually calm expression hinting a flicker of vulnerability. When he stood before you, he paused, studying your face as if committing every detail to memory. "It’s been a long time," he said, his voice low, almost hesitant. "Too long," you replied, your throat tightening. Jing Yuan’s hand lifted, his fingers brushing gently against your cheek before settling there. "I wondered if I’d ever see you again," he admitted, his golden eyes shining with a rare openness. "You don’t have to wonder anymore," you said, placing your hand over his. "I’m here now, and I’m staying." His lips curved into a faint, genuine smile as he pulled you into a warm embrace, the weight of his arms grounding you. "Then let’s make up for lost time," he murmured, his voice steady, yet filled with quiet emotion.

➜ Gepard

The city square of Belobog was alive with celebration, the people dancing and singing in the glow of warm lights. You stood at the edge of the crowd, scanning the familiar faces until your eyes landed on him. Gepard was in his full armor, commanding yet approachable as he spoke with a group of citizens. His laugh carried over the noise, and it struck you how much you had missed that sound. As if sensing your gaze, he turned and froze. His usually steady composure faltered, his eyes widening in disbelief. Without excusing himself, he strode toward you, each step faster than the last until he was standing just a breath away. "Is it... really you?" he asked, his voice hushed, as though speaking too loudly would shatter the moment. Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded. "It’s me, Gepard." His hands trembled as they reached for you, his fingers brushing your arms before pulling you into a crushing embrace. "I waited," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I didn’t know if you’d ever come back, but I couldn’t stop hoping." "I’m sorry I kept you waiting," you said, burying your face in his shoulder. "You’re here now," he murmured, his grip tightening as though he never intended to let go.

➜ Boothill

The trail stretched out before you, the horizon painted in hues of gold and crimson as the sun dipped low. Boothill was waiting, leaning casually against a wooden frame, his wide-brimmed hat casting a shadow over his face. When you approached, he tipped his hat back, revealing a crooked grin. "Well, ain’t this a sight for sore eyes," he drawled, though his voice was tinged with something softer. "Missed me?" you asked, your own smile faltering as emotions bubbled to the surface. "More than I care to admit," he replied, pushing off the post and sauntering toward you. His steps were slow, deliberate, as though savoring the moment. When he reached you, he stopped, his hand lifting to brush a strand of hair from your face. "Thought I’d never see you again," he admitted, his grin fading. "I’m sorry," you said, your voice breaking. "I didn’t want to leave." His arms wrapped around you then, pulling you close against the warmth of his chest. "Don’t matter now," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "You’re here, and that’s all I care about."

a/n : i've been enjoying this so much and i would really like to say thank you for the love especially on my recent post hehe, if u have any requests or ideas in mind then feel free to send a message !!! <33

[lowkeyren]

reverse dating tropes w hsr men! (pt. 2)

in which — what the title suggests / those classic fanfic tropes but with a twist

featuring — gepard, aventurine, sunday (separately) x gn!reader

✧.* — wc: total 2.1k, downbad gepard + flirty aven + sunday is js fluff overload, wrecked my brain out for this, serval robin cameo xx, anyway pls enjoy!! reblogs r appreciated <3

boothill jing yuan blade vers here!

gepard ♡‧₊˚

"blind date" but gepard is just too shy to ask you out himself so serval does him a favour —setting you up on a date with him.

gepard clutches the bouquet of ball peonies tightly behind his back; he catches sight of you sitting on a bench, patiently waiting for him. to ease his nerves, he takes a deep breath, reassuring himself, it’s going to be alright gepard, just go over there, give them the flowers, and ask them out! surely it’s not that hard…

upon spotting him, you rise from your seat and wave eagerly in his direction. he hastens his steps, closing the distance between you. as he stands in front of you, you can see a faint blush tinting his cheeks, the rosy hue contrasting with his fair skin. he clears his throat, “ahem…sorry to keep you waiting.” revealing the bouquet behind his back, he averts his gaze downwards, shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other.

you accept the flowers graciously, smiling warmly at him. “and would you please—” in that moment, his gaze flickers up to meet yours, it's the worst thing he could have done. 

oh aeons… you look so beautiful. his heart races, threatening to leap out of his chest, and he finds himself at a loss for words, his mind a jumble of thoughts and emotions. “hm?” you tilt your head with a soft smile, the sound of your voice washes over him like a gentle breeze, leaving him tongue-tied. he’s sure you can see the redness spreading to his ears now.

panicking, he blurts out “—pass the flowers to my sister.” (re: go on a date with me) 

his eyes widened at his own words, wait no he meant to ask you out on a date! 

“ah… okay, no problem!” you reply, masking your surprise with a polite smile, quickly dismissing any lingering curiosity. though you do find it a bit odd that he would arrange a meeting just to pass on flowers to his sister, but hey perhaps as the captain of silvermane guards, he's simply too busy to visit serval himself. in any case, you admire his thoughtfulness towards his sibling.

“now tell me brother dearest, to what do i owe the pleasure of receiving ball peonies from you?” serval crosses her arm across her chest, learning against her workbench, her face deadpan, oh she’s definitely aware of what happened.

sensing her brother’s nervousness, she shakes her head teasingly. "oh, nevermind! please, spare me the explanation… you totally fumbled, and told them to give the flowers to me? really, geppie? and how long do you plan to drag this out for?" 

gepard sighs as he realises there's no use in trying to deflect her sharp observation. he can only resort to his last-ditch effort now: asking serval to set you up on a date with him. 

so now, you find yourself sitting at a cozy diner, waiting for your so-called “blind date” that serval has set you up on.

(“i guarantee you won’t regret it!” serval throws a playful wink at you; you give up trying to figure her underlying intentions) 

suddenly, a man walks over to you, you assume that he is your date— “gepard? what are you doing here..?” gepard's cheeks flush with embarrassment as he stands before you, a sheepish smile playing at the corners of his lips. "i, uh... i’m your blind date." he admits, swallowing nervously. 

you let out a soft laugh, “oh i was hoping it would be you.” you admit, your voice tinged with a hint of bashfulness.

hoping it was him? so that means you feel the same right?

needless to say, your date went well. before you part ways, you press a soft kiss to his already-burning cheeks (don’t do that again, you’re gonna break him), and you disappear into the distance, leaving behind a trail of butterflies in his stomach; he presses his hand against the spot you pecked, he thinks he might not be able to sleep for the next few nights, what you have done to the poor guy. 

oh gepard, he is so deeply, utterly, in love with you.  

aventurine ୨୧｡˚ ⋆

CEO playboy aventurine takes an interest in you, but you unintentionally lead him on, so he ends up falling heads over heels for you.

“meet me in my office in 5 minutes.” you immediately pause at what you’re doing, and read the message from your boss over and over again. oh gosh you’re really done for now! what did you do wrong?! your mind races as you try to recall any mistakes you’ve made recently, but nothing comes to mind… 

you nervously knock on the door to aventurine’s office, feeling your palms grow clammy with sweat. a voice rings out, “ah, yes please come in.”

you step into the room, not daring to meet your boss’ gaze. “i’m here sir, as you requested. is there anything you need from me?” you suddenly find the marble floor very interesting, opting to stare at it as you anxiously wait for his reply.

aww, are they really that shy to see me? that’s cute.

aventurine’s next sentence catches you completely off guard, “so, what do you think about my new tie, hm?” he walks over to you, a smirk forming on his lips.

is this one of his stupid schemes again? aeons, this won’t work on you.

“...it's crooked. let me fix it for you.” you reach out and adjust his tie, being careful as to not accidentally choke him (even if you really want to, just because he scared the shit out of you by calling you into his office for something like this), lest you get fired.

aventurine is pleasantly taken aback by your boldness. usually those who fall victim to his flirtatious ways are quick to shower him with compliments, but your reaction is refreshingly unexpected. or perhaps you are challenging him? oh well, a little gamble never hurts, right?

it's obvious he’s taken a liking to you; for the next few weeks, he's been calling you to his office more and more frequently, to the point where you're no longer nervous to enter, as you know it’s probably nothing serious. plus, you’ve gotten used to the “strange” reasons he requests for your presence.

including the times where he made you do your work in his office, claiming that he feels lonely and needs your (it can only be you, no one else) company. or the many-times that you told him to manage his money wisely because he CANNOT be spending thousands on you. 

“just a small gift for my favourite employee!” (and it's a whole ass car that costs way above your pay grade)

at this point, you're beginning to think he should hire a secretary. you subconsciously bring the idea up during one of your visits, what you didn’t expect was for him to eagerly agree with you. his eyes twinkle with amusement, “no wonder you’re my favourite, of course you’re interested in being my secretary, well lucky you! your new position begins tomorrow.” 

so instead of hiring a secretary like any normal person would, he makes YOU his secretary. and hey, when did you ever express that you would like to be his secretary? this scumbag…

“oh don’t be so nervous sweetheart, just sort these out for me—” he hands you a folder of documents, his fingers deliberately brushing against yours, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “and stay here while you work on them.. want to see your pretty face.”

you think your boss is insufferable, even more so now that you’ve fallen for his charms. it's as if he enjoys playing this game of cat and mouse, keeping you on your toes with his teasing remarks and lingering touches. yet beneath the facade of annoyance, there’s something undeniably alluring about the way he looks at you, as if you're the only person in the room. well you’re not far off; you are the sole focus of his attention. 

like right now, while you attempt to maintain your composure under his unmistakably, shameless, lovesick gaze; his lips curl into a mischievous smirk,  “oh by the way, dinner's on me tonight. choose whatever you like." with a coy smile, you decide to tease him, “what? can’t even ask me out properly?” you quip, raising an eyebrow in faux innocence.

and later that night you find your boss on one knee, waiting at your front porch, in his hands are freshly bought flowers. his eyes immediately light up the moment you open the door, a horrified look on your face. “will you go on a date with me?” oh how he delights in your flustered expression.

“i said ask me out! not get down on one knee and propose!” 

“...so will you?”

don’t worry, he knows you'll look forward to the day he proposes (you’re not even dating, yet) but for now he’ll spoil you with the most lavish meal known to mankind, not that you’re complaining about it either. 

sunday ༊*·˚

not-so-accidental confession with sunday who intentionally leads you to overhear him talking about his feelings for you. 

you raise your hand, ready to knock on the door, but a voice from inside halts your movement. you hesitate, your knuckles hovering just inches away from the wood, as the unexpected sound piques your curiosity. 

“brother, why didn’t you tell me this before?” it’s no doubt that the soft-spoken voice belongs to robin, her tone carrying a tinge of surprise; and by the way she addresses the other person, it can't be anyone but sunday himself. 

their conversation sounds tense, you think it's inappropriate to eavesdrop, but just as you were about to leave, sunday's voice catches your attention, and you freeze at the sound of your name slipping past his lips. 

“—their infectious laugh, how their eyes light up with pure innocence, their unwavering passion and selflessness that knows no bounds; always putting others before themselves. how can i possibly not love them?”

your face flushes with warmth upon hearing his words, and you're unable to suppress a cough that escapes; you bring your hands to your mouth, hoping to stifle any further embarrassment.

robin chuckles, “oh brother, i understand exactly what you mean”, a genuine smile spreads across her face. “...seems like you’re expecting a guest” she raises an eyebrow knowingly, “i’ll take my leave now." with that, she gives sunday a reassuring pat on the shoulder and gracefully exits the room, shooting you a playful wink as she walks by.

uh oh… you’re totally busted

you immediately turn on your heels, trying to slip away before sunday realises you're there. but just before you can make your escape, someone grabs your wrist, holding you firmly in place. you turn around to see sunday looking down at you, his eyes flickering with emotions swirling within him.

"i swear i didn't hear anything!" you exclaim, waving your hand in front of you defensively.

“really…nothing?”

“yup! nothing at all.” you lie through your teeth, cringing at yourself.

“nothing? ...but i made sure you were there to hear everything.” a hint of disappointment evident in his voice.

“huh..?” your expression twists with confusion, a faint blush creeping up from your neck. you were meant to hear that? he just poured his heart out to his sister…about you! 

sunday smiles, oh there’s no point in lying now, he knows you heard him. (as expected)

he steps closer to you, his arms caging you between the wall and himself. “you know i meant everything i said right?” a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips, leaving you momentarily speechless, unsure of how to respond; you can feel your chest swelling with warmth, his wings flutter subconsciously as he awaits your response. 

“y-yes…” you avert your gaze, too shy to stare into his eyes. “please, look at me…” he gently tilts your chin up, his eyes boring into yours. “i wanted to tell you that i love you, for so long” he looks vulnerable at that moment, a side he only ever shows to you; a side of him only you get to see.

“i love y—” sunday gently places his finger on your lips, silencing you. you tilt your head at his gesture, your mouth still agape. “don’t say it back yet…” moving his hand to hold your face, “allow me to take you out on a date, then tell me how you feel.” you interlace your fingers with the his that rest against your face, nodding your head in acceptance.

though sunday longs for you to utter those 3 words to him, he wants to make that moment perfect, just as you are to him. despite sunday’s intention for you to overhear him, he regrets not being able to catch your reaction to his words, so next time (re: on the date), he vows to repeat it as many times as necessary; he will do anything to fulfill your every wish.

and should you desire for him to put a ring on your finger, he will do it in a heartbeat. 

✧.*

masterlist boothill jing yuan blade vers here!

[keyotos]

he does it so well

summary ⎯ hot things they do.

includes ⎯ dan heng, gepard, blade, sampo, & jing yuan.

tana's words ⎯ struggling with writing requests rn so i wrote something short to clear writer's block. im sorry guys i'll get to them soon i promise 😭

dan heng

⎯ waits for you before turning the page on a book. he notices that you are reading along with him and waits for you to signal that you're ready before carrying on.

⎯ private > public. he will brush your hand in public but he will be all over you in private. instead of only brushing your hand, dan heng will be brushing up on you. more touchy in private than in public.

⎯ pushes the hair out of your face when it's getting in your way. but he does it in a more sensual way. his fingers graze your lips as he agonizingly drags his hand through your hair.

⎯ long day? melts into your body at night. runs his hands up and down your arms as a way to relieve stress?? leans his head into your neck and sighs so dreamily??? like hello?? lips grazing your neck???

⎯ hot morning voice. raspy and rough. also kind of scratchy. when he tells you, "five more minutes," how could you say no to THAT voice? he knows of this effect and makes sure to use it to his full advantage

⎯ very observant. knows everything you like; knows your routines; knows you. he's the first to compliment you if you got a haircut or new outfit/nails/whatever. it always make you blush bc how is he always the first one to figure these things out?!?@#$%

⎯ gets jealous a little too easily. doesn't do anything verbal about it. opts for being a little more touchy than usual. he thinks it's embarrassing and he wants to hide his face into his pillow when you tease him about it.

⎯ lip biter. not when y'all are kissing, but when he tries to hide his smile or his laugh he bites his lip. you find it so cute and you just want to grab him and just connect your lips with his.

⎯ nerd. hot sexy nerd. he'll tell you about animals and mitosis and python and he's just so intelligent. helps you with problem solving things (probably puzzles idk) and he stands/leans over you with his breath dancing on the back of your neck.

⎯ jawline kisser. if he wants something from you he gives chaste kisses to your jawline. he does that when he's bored too ig. very big on jaw kisses and secretly loves when you flush because of them.

gepard

⎯ blushes when you compliment him. he looks so adorable you just wanna pinch his cheeks and smother him. he gets even more embarrassed

⎯ big domestic guy. ntm on casual stuff or situationships. if he wants you, he'll let you know (even if he's blushing his way through it).

⎯ he is not shy. in the beginning he might be a little shy, but later on the relationship he'll get bolder. chaste kisses on the lips becomes long make-out sessions on his bed after a rather tiring day on the front lines. and if he hasn't seen you in a while... i will let you guys interpret.

⎯ leans down to listen to you. he's literally gigantic and when he LEANS DOWN just to hear what you say... and it's so innocent too but the way you look up at him doesn't make it so innocent anymore...

⎯ pins you to the wall on accident. may or may not be inspired by teenage dream. anyway, he does a lot of hot things on accident and doesn't even realize it. so you are trying not to explode while gepard is enjoying his merry day while caging you underneath him.

⎯ acts like a knight since u always make jokes that he's your "knight in shining armor." so dedicated that he kisses your knuckles out of nowhere and it makes you want to FAINT. like you could be reading and (out of nowhere) he takes your hand away from your book and kisses ur knuckles. AND HE HOLDS EYE CONTACT WHILE DOING IT.

⎯ flirty without knowing it. says something cute and flirty but doesn't realize it until you say something. and he says it so calmly too; like drops it into a convo

⎯ runs a hand through your hair before you two sleep. he just wants to keep you close and he just wants to feel you because he never gets to come home often.

⎯ ROLLS UP. HIS SLEEVES. TO HIS FOREARMS. he does this when he's particularly stressed. like come here i can show you a way to destress (i'm so sorry).

blade

⎯ he's only shirtless when YOU are around. he trusts you enough to show all of himself around you. you are reliable and trustworthy enough to be able to know the entirety of him: his body, his mind, his past, etc.

⎯ intensely loyal to you. like if he had to choose between the world and you he would obviously choose you. would do anything for you, would buy anything for you, would steal anything for you: you guys get the gist.

⎯ he's so loving only towards you. silver wolf and kafka like to tease him for it (especially silver wolf... bc how can he play a game with you and not her). he does little things for you, like picking lint off of your outfit or pulling your hair back when you're eating something. or pulling your hair back when you're doing something...

⎯ LOVES when you wear his clothing. his shirt his jacket ANYTHING. whatever it is, he will be going crazy for it. has a thing for when you wear his shirts; you just look so good and you're wearing something that's HIS. not anyone else's; HIS SHIRT.

⎯ has a little possessive streak. it's not a weird and overprotective possessive thing tho. more so, "no silver wolf you are not going to force them to play games with you." maybe it's more overprotective than possessive, but secretly he wants you all to himself and he does NOT want to share.

⎯ speaking of being overprotective, he is also just regular protective. he walks on the side near the road so you don't have to. he grabs your arm to pull you away from something dangerous. he shields you so he'll get hit before you. yk, cute stuff like that. your safety is his priority, no matter what.

⎯ he is the type to be like, "who did this to you??" and he WILL be hunting that person down. but not without urgently caring for you first.

⎯ his touch is so filled with emotion, genuineness, earnestness, and sincere. i hc that blade doesn't have much relationship experience and he isn't very wordy, so when he hugs you or touches you, all of his emotions are poured into his hands/fingers/etc. all of what he feels for you (which is very much) is shown in his physical touch.

sampo

⎯ MANSPREADS. i said it. HE IS A MANSPREADER. elbows resting on top of his knees as he says something super coy or flirty towards you, and sometimes you even have to PHYSICALLY avert your eyes away.

⎯ a tease. if you lean in for a kiss, he'll lean backwards. if he's missing you, his fingertips will dance along the bare skin of your sides, and then he'll pull away to make you want him as much as he wants you. he is so INFURIATING.

⎯ if he flusters you and you blush n try to cover your face with something (literally anything), he'll grab whatever you're holding so he could see your face. to him, you look the prettiest when you're smiley and flustered, such as in those situations.

⎯ if you're going on a long tangent about something, he'll kiss you on your lips randomly. he doesn't mind your rambling, he thinks it's adorable, which is why he does it. it always leaves you with your jaw dropped before you could continue what you were saying.

⎯ the type to lock himself in a closet with you but on accident. you guys don't know how you two even got into that situation, but sampo is with you, so he couldn't be happier. big quality time guy.

⎯ brings you little trinkets or gifts based on his "business" adventures. whenever he sees something, he gets it for you. his mind is usually racing about you anyway, so he can't help himself when he develops a spending problem because of you

⎯ sings with you to songs. you could be singing in the shower and then you hear this agitating, grating voice. he's a terrible singer, but he'll do anything as long as you're there with him, so he sings with you anyway.

jing yuan

⎯ wakes up and the first thing he does is admire you. he studies every single one of your facial features, acting as if he's never seen them before when he wakes up to your face every day. he finds beauty all around you: in your sleeping face, on the bridge of your nose, the pout of your lips when you're asleep. he just loves all of you.

⎯ a flirt and PROUD. he's bold with his quips. not afraid of initiating affection in public but he prefers private which i think is much sexier.

⎯ neck kisser. heavy on neck kisses (especially in the morning). practically an entire body kisser tbh. he can't get enough of you, and in a world where loneliness strives (immortality), he's grateful that he has you for the time being.

⎯ grabs your chin and tilts your head up if he wants you. he doesn't do it forcefully, more like a gentle smush. he locks eyes with you and omfg it makes your heart beat sm. like why are you looking at me LIKE THAT. so sensually or whateva....

⎯ urges you to come closer to him so he can whisper something in your ear. when do you come closer to him, he pulls you by the waist and gets super close to your ear. like lips brushing your ear. and he blows a raspberry in it. so stupid but too lovable.

⎯ lies down in your lap if you two are lounging together. since he's so busy, he doesn't get to lounge around often, so he likes to be as close to you as possible.

⎯ if he wants to kiss you, you will know. not because he'll tell you. but because of the specific LOOK he gives you. his eyes are narrowed under the spell of seduction, focusing only on your lips. his mouth is slightly parted like he is ready to kiss you, and the way he tilts his head down...

⎯ patient for you. will wait for you even when he is dying to feel you once again. he has to deal with yanqing so he holds a lot of patience. but he won't rush you with anything, lets you move at your own pace, and gives you help if needed. overall sweet guy.

i hope this motivates me into finishing my requests