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Falling in love at the wrong time - gepard
Where the captain of the silvermane guards catches feelings for you, but unfortunately can't pursue that love in the end... ~1.2k words, mutual pining ! hurt/comfort-ish but more angst ? ! reader has siblings and low-ish self esteem (apologies for the plot holes and ooc! i couldnt really refer to a wiki)
They say a shield blocks all harm in sight.
But why did they hurt him?
Why did you leave him?
The newly-appointed captain stood in the billowing winds, vision nearly blinded by the blizzard. Horns blared in victory, yet, it felt ironic. It felt like a total loss to him, his comrades laid dead on the snowy grounds, ruby blood staining the chastity of the pure, white snow. He felt disappointed in himself for not preventing the inevitable deaths from happening. Gepard’s chest was still heaving from the intense fight. He paced around the battlefield, checking the premises for any surviving Silvermane Guards. He’d only find a few, who stood against the harsh winds of Jarilo VI.
Once Gepard returned to the city of Belobog, the first person that he sought for wasn’t Cocolia Rand, the Supreme Guardian (at that time, at least). Instead, the one that he yearned to see was you. You were the strategist for the Silvermane Guards, handling and distributing supplies for wars, planning out war tactics with your team. He had admired you when he was but a humble soldier.
Of course, Gepard had to finish his duties first, so he headed to Qlipoth Fort to drop off some reports on the number of fatalities and such. Once he entered, he was greeted by the warmth of the heater and the serious atmosphere of the office.
“Sit, Landau,” Cocolia commanded.
Gathered at the Supreme Guardian’s desk were a quartet: Gepard, Cocolia, her daughter Bronya, and you. His eyes widened at the sight of you. You look more tired than ever, dark circles lining the underside of your eyes, your eyes were near bloodshot, veins popping out of your forehead, hair more tousled than he’s ever seen it.
“...?”
“I have decided to resign as the strategist for the Silvermane Guards, respected individuals of Belobog. I apologise for any troubles I have brought to you all by making this decision, and I’m especially sorry to you, Gepard.”
You turned to him, tears brimming your eyes, as you subtly lifted your head up and blinked, trying to hide your emotions behind the stone cold walls of the Fort.
“I’m so sorry, but you’ll have to work alone for now. I’m sure I’ll be easy to replace,” you smiled, bitter from the depths of your heart from the thought that the one watching Gepard and the others fight on from the sidelines would no longer be you.
“Your resignation will be processed by the end of the month, for the remaining of the time, please continue to serve Belobog to the best of your ability.”
“Dismissed.”
The final words of Cocolia ricocheted off the walls. The two of you shuffled out the office and out to the city. The two of you didn’t speak a word to each other, you could only hear the clinking of Gepard’s armour, and the soft sniffles from you as you soon realised that tears were falling down onto the snow.
“Look at me.”
“I’m sorry, I was too-”
You sank to the ground in distress, Gepard following suit. He was so curious, curious about why you had to resign, curious about how your face would look when you were crying (though he’d die instead of admitting it). Seeing your weeping form only made him want to protect you more, to hold you in his muscular arms, and to stroke your hair to ease your sorrows. His heart sped up as he resisted the impulse to do just that. But alas, even the strongest soldier messes up sometimes.
“Gepard?!”
“Let’s just…stay like this. I know both of us need it. And I know that I need you, no matter in war, or in life.”
You softly nodded. Being a strategist meant that you had to be proficient in thinking logically and emotionally to understand…well, war. And you were pretty sure that the feelings you had towards him were mutual. When Gepard pulled away, you couldn’t really understand what was going through his mind. Did he even realise that he subconsciously confessed to you? Was he regretting what he said? Was he still lost in his own thoughts?
You’d guess he soon realised what he said, because he shot up from the ground, and shook his head repeatedly like a Plains Bear Cub plopping out of the snow.
“I didn’t mean it like that!” He blurted.
You clasped his gloved hand into yours, feeling Gepard's (significantly larger) hand encapsulate yours. You wanted to make it clear to him that being a strategist was too mentally taxing for you, and how you had planned to move back to the Underworld to support your siblings. But yet, no words dared to form at the tip of your tongue. Now that it was basically confirmed that Gepard has feelings for you, you didn’t want to break it to him. There was no way he would throw away his job just to accompany someone like you. You were sure that Cocolia could find a new strategist as fast as she could snap her fingers.
“I…I’m moving, Gepard. I know that we both have feelings for each other, but I simply won’t let you leave so many opportunities behind just to join me in the Underworld. You have Serval and Lynx to take care of, and I have my own siblings too.”
“I understand. But…”
“There’s no excuse for you to come with me. There are so many people waiting to take my spot, and I’m sure that they’ll be ever more capable than I. So, my love, just wait. Maybe on another snowy day, we’ll meet on the battlefield, but perhaps in a war between the overworld and the underworld. You know how things are these days.”
“I can’t possibly have your blood on my hands!” Gepard couldn’t believe it. Asides from the silly crushes from the military academies he’d attended, you were his first love. You were the one who agreed to plant flowers with him, or teach him how to sing without going off-key. But now? You’re leaving. And worse? You could be fighting against him one day. You were sure to be on the frontlines because of the lack of personnel in the underworld. With little to no actual fighting experience you had, you were basically dead before the battle even started.
Perhaps you were right. On another day, where winds billowed the same way they did months ago, a discordance of gunshots and cannons played as gunpowder and snow blinded Gepard again. His eyes were locking on to every person from the underworld, but his main target was his lover. He couldn’t find you. You were gone, lost to the blizzard.
Gepard’s ears drowned out the loud “boom”s and “bang”s of the battlefield, he was only focused on finding you. He needed to see you, he needed to see the hands that he once held, or the frame of yours that he once embraced.
“Captain! Isn’t that…” One of the guards bellowed.
Gepard knew you’d die at the hands of his own soldiers.
He just didn’t expect you to have a small smile on your face as you laid, blood soaking the snow.
Little did he know, your last thought as you laid dying was him.
last night I was thinking abt who Gepard reminded me of bc he seemed really similar to silver. Idk why maybe it’s how they talk or act or smthn they just remind me of each other. THEIR BOTH GUARDS RIGHT? Like silver guards malleus and gepard is like part of the silver mane guards. But honestly the both of them are just so babygirl trust. I genuinely don’t know where I’m going with this
I love them
Petition to call them "crime and punishment"
The masked fool and his uh… victim??
Sorry for making your fave a troublemaker whose shenanigans no one will ever believe because in canon they’re “well-behaved”. It will happen again.
Fic Im working on that I want someone to take from me because I have 3 WIPs
I just want a more talented author to take this off my hands. It’s not going well.
Emanator Sampard
Becoming an emanator is a two way street. You have to get the gaze of an Aeon and then accept the power they grant you (like how the trailblazer had to actually take the lance)
Qlipoth wants Gepard as an emanator since he’s a great protector, sacrifices himself for Belobog, etc.
Gepard does not want to become an emanator and spread Qlipoth’s will. He wants to stay in Belobog and protect it and his family
Gepard is also being terrible about this whole thing. He’s given up on being civil and is basically biting at Qlipoth’s hand
Qlipoth is frustrated but stubborn
Enter Aha, who shows up to bother Qlipoth
Offers to help (for the chaos ofc)
Qlipoth accepts
Aha sends their emanator (Sampo) to go convince Gepard
Whoops they are now thrown together due to Aeon Shenanigans
They learn about each other as Sampo tries to convince Gepard and they fall in love? Somewhere along the way?
I don't post art because I’m bad at drawing but I drew this for a fic I’m writing because it won’t leave my brain. This is just a black and white version but it’s how I envision the corset I mention. Also, the flowers are supposed to be orange lilies for Reasons.
Link:
One thing everyone gets Wrong is Sampo and Gepard drinking. I know everyone thinks Sampo drinks a bunch and is a heavyweight while Gepard doesn’t drink and can’t handle alcohol but. Think.
Gepard grew up in a noble family, and nobles will have parties with lots of alcohol a lot for no particular reason, and he’s a soldier. There is no way he doesn’t drink. Sampo, meanwhile, spends 90% of his time in the Underworld, which is constantly short on supplies let alone something like alcohol. What they do have is probably watered down or really expensive.
What I’m saying is Sampo is three shots in dancing on the table while Gepard is eight shots in and can hold decent conversation.
Piece made for an art trade over discord that they allowed me to post here. The request was a chibi/cute style Gepard from honkai star rail. It was a fun challenge for me since I don't know much about the game and have never drawn anything like this before.
My Favorite "Trailblazers"
Heheh I love my star rail team I hope for dang hang dragon form am at 36 pity-
The request:
Failed escape
This request was given to me by my brother. That's all.
FUCK THIS IS SO HARD TO WRITE 😭
Ignore how ooc this is lmao
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This was the nth time they had escaped from his men. This new escape artist was driving him crazy!
There was a new criminal. They had only really started causing problems about a year ago, so still fairly new to their job, and yet the silvermane could never catch them. They had this... way about them. They would always almost let themself get captured and then slip away last minute. It didn't matter what the silvermane or Gepard had planned, it seemed this criminal was always one step ahead.
Y/n chuckled to themself as they watched from afar at the guards who looked around in a panic, blaming eachother for the loss of prisoner. "They never learn, do they?" Y/n played with the handcuffs that had been around their wrists but a minute ago. "Thanks for the trophy~" they said to nobody really, then vanished.
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"Servaaal!" Y/n whined out as they flopped on her counter "it broke.." They muttered, letting go of the item they were holding.
"It's your fault for having it so complicated!" The Rockstar said, grabbing the sickle and pressed a button, splitting the sickle down the middle and unfolding it, turning it into a bow. "Where did you even get this idea?... no matter, did you get to see my brother?" She teased. Serval knew of the rivalry between Y/n and Gepard. She also knew that Y/n (though they denied it) had a crush on the silvermane captain.
"Nope, he didn't show up." The escapist sighed with a pout. "I feel like he's ignoring me... Serval, tell him to pay more attention to me!" They whined. They loved bullying Gepard. Mainly by constantly playing this cat and mouse game and making him think that he's won, only for them to escape from right under his nose. And for those times where they wouldn't even let themself get caught, the worst they stole was a knife or food. It was like they never intended to keep the valuable things they stole, but they only stole said things for the heck of it.
"Then maybe steal something more valuable this time? Maybe break into the Supreme guardian's room." Serval suggested.
"Bronya's room? But she's so sweet! A cinnamon roll! I know shes strong and all, but hush! She's baby!" Y/n whined again.
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"Why did I agree to this.." Y/n wondered as they sat on a rooftop, looking up at the massive building. While Y/n hadn't met her personally, they never felt any hatred to the current Supreme Guardian.
The theif stood up and got to work, easily slipping by the guards. Y/n had heard from Serval multiple times about how Gepard was both confused and concerned about the fact that they hadn't been active as of late. It's because Y/n had been planning possibly the best heist of their life.
"Fuck... okay, let's just do this." They muttered to themself and climbed down.
It was stupid, all they were going to steal was a fucking snow globe. Of course, they had to be careful so it wouldn't break. It's not like they were stealing it to keep it. It would be returned to Bronya safe and sound. They just wanted Gepard's attention.
Fuck it felt good admitting that.
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The beginning was easy, sneaking in and actually getting to the snow globe. They snagged themself a few snacks aswell.
But it was the getting out part that was difficult. Hell they almost got caught atleast 4 times.
And once they thought they were actually out, Gepard was there. Ready. And they let themself get caught by him. But only for the time.
Gepard returned the snow globe as planned, however this time, it was almost impossible for them to escape from the silvermane. Goddamn it was difficult.
But Y/n managed.
And soon, they found themself hiding in Serval's shop. A groan left them and the slumped over, "that was the hardest fucking heist of my life." Then a smile crept up on their face. "But, atleast Gepard was there to capture me this time!"
Their words caused the woman to laugh, "You're really down bad for my brother." Her response almost earned her a random small item chucked at her head, which made her laugh even more. "Nice shot, dumbass!"
With a tilt of her head and a pat on the stool, Y/n understood that she wanted them to sit over there, "c'mon, let me patch you up."
Y/n sighed and got up, walking over and slumped onto the barstool like chair, resting against the workbench behind them as Serval started to take care of the wounds all over their body. "You're not usually this roughed up. C'mon, off with your shirt."
Y/n did as they were told, taking off their shirt as they explained. "Ugh, some guards on the inside saw me while I was on my way out. I had to be careful so the globe wouldn't brea-!" The door to the workshop slammed open.
"Sist- YOU!" Gepard yelled out as he locked eyes with Y/n. They just stared back at him with shock.
"I'm out." Serval said and quick retreated back further into the building. "Try not to destroy anything!" She yelled out before finally disappearing behind a door.
"Traitor.." Y/n muttered out after Serval left, turning their attention back to Gepard. "Hi.." They said, then bolted for the same door his sister walked through.
Except Y/n didn't move an inch.
Gepard had an iron grip on their arm.
"Why were you shirtless with my sister?!" He asked, authority ringing though his voice while his eyes held possessiveness. Clearly he had gotten the wrong idea.
"Whu- wait! She was just patching me up after that fight!" Y/n explained in a hurry. "I have no feelings for your sister! I swear!"
Gepard tightened his grip. He was an amazing guard but also a protective brother. "What makes you think I believe that?! I'm sure all you try to steal is for her!"
"It's for you!" They blurted out. "I steal because i- I like you." Y/n clarified, "I don't know how else to make you notice me. You take such pride in your job. So having you chase me means I'm someone you see as worthy!"
That.. was kind of twisted, but coming from someone of their background, it also made sense.
"You.. steal because you want me to.. chase you?" Gepard asked, just wanting to make sure he understood it correctly.
And with a fast nod, he understood.
"Is that also why you let yourself get caught? Because you don't actually want the objects you steal?"
Another nod.
Gepard hummed. "Well, I can't just let you go. After all, you still stole those items. And especially with today's little.. heist. I'm going to need to put you under arrest." He stated coldly, yet he let go of their arm. "However, once you get let out.. well, maybe we can continue this conversation." He blushed.
And that sealed it.
My healthy coping mechanism is to draw my favourite characters kissing
