After browsing through a couple of music discs, Sampo finally found the one he was looking for: “The Cusp of Ignition”, sung by none other than Serval Landau herself. As the first strings of the guitar that composed the track began to be played, Sampo turned around to face the other man in the room, greeting him with a cheeky grin.
“So, what do you say? Hm, hm?” He smiled, extending his hand and reaching out to Gepard, who was still standing with a serious facade and his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Come on, can’t you fancy me a dance, Geppie?”
“I don’t dance, Koski,” Gepard hissed, feigning annoyance as he tried to build his way out of that unlikely situation, “I don’t even know how to. My sister inherited the artistic skills, not me.”
“Please, it’s not that hard, especially with a catchy song like hers,” Sampo insisted, daring to walk over the Silvermane Captain and grabbing him by his wrist, dragging Gepard to the middle of the room. “Just move your body, don’t overthink it.”
“K-Koski! Let me g- h-hey!” Gepard groaned as he was moved around like a puppet, Sampo forcing his arms to sway at each note played, pushing and pulling him around as Gepard’s sister’s voice filled the room.
“You’re too tense! Loose up, for the aeons’ sake,” Sampo teased, pulling Gepard’s body closer to his before latching his hand onto his side, squeezing it, “here, let me give you a hand ~”
“T-thahat’s not h-helping, Kohoski!” Gepard gritted his teeth and, in fact, the tickling didn’t seem to help as the captain became even more tense - an attempt to stiffen up and refrain from letting out any unwanted sounds. That, however, was not enough to convince Sampo.
Forcing Gepard to spin and turn his back to him, Sampo wrapped one arm around Gepard’s shoulder, catching him before he could fall and, of course, resuming the tickling as he did so. “Ge~ppie~ I told you to loosen up. I can’t teach you like this!”
“Y-yohohou are nohot teheheatching me, y-you- AHAH!” Gepard cackled as Sampo prodded at the space between his lowest ribs, erupting a louder, more frantic reaction. “Y-Yohohou bahahastard, stohohop this foohoholery!”
“Heh, can’t do that, I’m afraid, Geppie,” Sampo mused, his mind wandering to some other topic at the sound of those words. Those weren’t important right now, there were a couple moments left before the end of the song. “Ohh, look at you go, Geppie ~ you’re already a pro at it!”
“Q-quihihit the mohohockery!” Gepard groaned, barely managing to get on his own feet as he stumbled around the middle of the room, being pushed and pulled in and out of Sampo’s arms, poked and tickled over and over in the process.
Sampo, however, simply laughed along, amusing himself with the captain’s reactions. “I can tell you got the skills for dancing as well, Geppie,” he nodded, acting as if he was actually proud of Gepard’s poor attempts of keeping up with him. “We just need to work a bit more on them… good thing your sister just released a full album, right? ~”
A/N: I switched this one last minute so I could open room for other prompt, so I hope it doesnt feel too rushed hahah
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fresh-thomato!!!! I couldn't refuse such a request from my biggest supporter, huehuehue. You are one of the best people I met in this site and I really hope you like this!
It's already june 15th in Brazil, so I don't want to waste a single second before giving you your gift hehehe
Happy birthday, my dear, hope you have lots of good moments and may all yours dreams come true!
Summary: Gepard needs to catch some sly mercenary, but things go completely out of hand.
Word count: 1865 words
Gepard massaged the side of his head with two fingers while he listened to his soldiers’ report about their current mission. He needed to remain calm, focused and, above all that, come up with a proper plan to catch that damned mercenary that has been causing all kinds of trouble to the silvermane guards lately.
“That’s all, sir,” the soldier said out loud before taking a step back to align with the rest of the group’s formation. Gepard nodded, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he took a deep breath.
“Based on the reports, we know the target is somewhere inside the Administrative District. We need to act fast to cover the largest area as fast as possible,” the captain started, looking to his men as he continued to explain the plan he had just come up with, “splitting up seems like the best course of action under these conditions. Let’s divide our group into pairs and start searching.”
“B-but captain, sir,” one of his soldiers interrupted, “we are in 7, someone will end up alone.”
“And that will be me,” Gepard said, with a serious look on his face, “I’m more than enough to deal with some mercenary, so don’t worry about me.”
The rest of his men nodded, paying attention to their captain’s commands as he designated each pair to a different region while taking a different part of the city for himself. With the unit dispatched, Gepard started his patrolling.
Sampo Koski could play the fool as much as he wanted, but Gepard knew what the mercenary was capable of. After all, he wouldn’t have made this far if he didn’t. Truth to be told, the captain couldn’t help but to recognize how… good he was at this.
Crossing both the upper and the underworld, going through all kinds of security measures for his services… Sampo was a real headache. And that was exactly why Gepard felt like he should take the matter into his own hands.
Inspecting one alley after the other, the silvermane guard kept walking towards the edges of the city, already starting to wonder if his men had any more luck than him in finding the criminal.
Empty… empty… empty… where was he? This whole search was starting to feel more and more like a total waste of time. Were the reports wrong all this time?
But just when Gepard was about to turn around and walk back to the center of the district, a feeling of being watched made the captain stop. As he checked the end of the alley, he could spot someone - with blue-ish hair - peeking their head to look at him.
And just as they were caught, the figure hid itself. Gepard gritted his teeth, clenching his hand into a tight fist as he started running. “Hey, you! Stop right there!” He shouted, getting to that alley as fast as he could.
As he turned around the corner, however, the captain was met with a dead end. An empty dead end, to be more precise.
“What..?” He muttered, walking inside it as he looked around, searching for any clue of where that figure might have gone. They couldn’t have simply vanished out of thin air, could they? He placed his hand on the nearby wall, dragging it along as he walked, trying to find any secret device.
“Looking for someone, captain?” Sampo muttered close to the bottom of Gepard’s ear, his warm breath sending shivers down his neck. The captain widened his eyes, completely caught off guard.
With a swift move, Gepard turned around, trying to slam his clenched hand against the mercenary’s head. Yet, thanks to his previous unawareness of Sampo’s presence, the other man could avoid the strike with ease, quickly pinning Gepard’s hand against the wall where it landed.
“You!” Gepard groaned, about to move his other hand, but freezing in the middle of his action as Sampo thrusted his blade just inches away from his head, probably as a threat, the captain supposed.
“Oh, were you looking for me?” The mercenary grinned gently, standing in front of Gepard while keeping his hand pinned. “I’m flattered, captain, you know how much I love the attention.”
A faint blush spread across the blonde’s face at the comment. It would probably have gone unnoticed if it wasn’t for how close Sampo’s face was to his. “Unhand me this instant, Sampo Koski,” the blonde roared, gritting his teeth as he tried to intimidate the other and free his hand from his grip.
“Easy there,” Sampo insisted, chuckling nervously as he looked over his shoulder, “I just need you to wait… a few minutes before my client is done, you can do that for me, right, captain?”
“You are bold to ask me to cooperate with your schemes.”
“I will take that as a compliment,” Sampo continued, checking his back every now and then, waiting for his client’s sign and looking out for any other silvermane guard.
Gepard sighed, taking his eyes up to his restrained wrist, trying to find an opening to turn the tables and arrest the mercenary once for all. Clenching his other hand, the captain waited for the right second to strike, just looking for an opening in the mercenary’s guard…
“This guy is sure taking his tim-”
As Sampo turned his head back to the silvermane guard he captured, he could catch a glimpse of an incoming punch towards his face. In the brief seconds he had to plan his reaction, all the mercenary could do was grab the first thing inside his reach and prepare for the incoming impact.
With his eyes closed shut and shoulders slightly scrunched up, he tightened his grip around Gepard’s pinned wrist and tried to block, or at least hold down, his other arm. However, he missed and ended up landing his hand against the captain’s side instead of the incoming punch, but at the very moment he touched Gepard’s body, an unexpected sound caught Sampo’s attention.
“GYAH-”
“H-huh?” Sampo opened his eyes, blinked in confusion as he looked back to Gepard, finding the captain with cheeks tainted by a pink tone from embarrassment and a crooked smile on his lips. His hand, that once was inches away from delivering a strong blow, was now tugging at his arm, trying to pry it off his body.
Looking down to his hand at the other man’s side, the mercenary squeezed the spot again, curious about that reaction.
“W-whahat are you- hnng!” Gepard choked on a giggle, trying his best to hold his reactions and push Sampo’s hand away from his body.
“Ohh…” Sampo hummed at his discovery, continuing to massage the captain’s side with enough pressure for him to feel through his thick clothing. Connecting the dots, the mercenary could only smile amused. “Who could think that tickling would protect me from captain Gepard himself?”
“S-shuhut up, you- ahAHa, s-stop this ahahalready!’ The blonde said, throwing his head back as a strangled fit of giggles left his lips, which were already cracking up into a bright, adorable smile.
“Oh, captain, I’d love to,” Sampo hummed pleased, tickling Gepard’s torso with ease, even through his attempts to block him, “but you didn’t want to collaborate when I asked you before, so it seems I need to make my request more… appealing to you, general, sir ~”
Gepard’s cheeks were getting redder and redder and laughter was managing to slip out of his mouth like a fountain. It was so… ridiculous! He tried to push the mercenary already, break free from his hold, but each stroke against his sides seemed to make him go weaker and weaker.
“AhaHAhah, enohohough!! S-Sahahampo!” Gepard giggled, unable to hold back the fit of laughter any further when the other man lowered his hand and started pinching his waist, holding it firmly while his thumb rubbed deep ticklish circles in a horrible slow motion.
Amused with the guard’s reaction, Sampo started to lower his guard as well, stopping the constant checking on how his client was doing and focusing all his attention on the giggly captain he had at his hands. “Oh, captain, sir, what a lovely way to use my name,” he teased, moving his hand around as he poked Gepard’s stomach, “it’s so different from the tone you use when you are chasing me ~”
The captain stomped his foot, trying to turn his body away from the devious hand that kept the ticklish onslaught going. Sampo definitely was crossing all the boundaries of their relationship - that shameless bastard… if only Gepard could get his hands on him.
“Y-yohohou will pahAHhay fohohor this!” He roared, but his angry facade crumbled in a matter of seconds, turning into an adorable, harmless smile.
“Oh, please, I’m not even going that hard on you, captain,” the mercenary said, leaning his face a little closer, nuzzling against Gepard’s cheeks despite the captain’s attempts to avoid him. “You are not even trying to escape anymore… Do you enjoy this kind of attention, sir? ~”
Those words made Gepard’s heart race, beating so fast that it could be heard even through the metal plates on his clothes. He gritted his teeth, turning his face away as it burned bright with embarrassment, not answering the mercenary. Of course, that also didn’t go unnoticed.
“My my, is this one of the secrets you hide behind your armors, captain?” Sampo whispered, hearing the blonde whine as he still refused to answer his questions, revealing an adorable stubbornness.
As Gepard’s laughter continued to flow freely, Sampo insisted on the topic, one question after the other, trying to get that confession from the captain. Still, he was answered with nothing but silence - well, not exactly silence since Gepard couldn’t stop giggling all the time, but - ah, you get it, right?
“Cat got your tongue, captain, sir?” Sampo mused, nuzzling the tip of his nose against Gepard’s trembling jaw line, making the guard try to scrunch up his shoulders to protect himself. “Guess I’ll have to tick-”
“Sampo!” A distant voice called for them - or, perhaps, was finally heard through the captain’s laughter. “I got it, let’s go!”
“What a shame… since timing is not on our side today, captain…” The mercenary said, kissing Gepard’s cheek before pushing himself away, letting the captain fall on his butt. “Until next time, sir.” Sampo said with a clear hint of affection in his voice, bowing as if it was some kind of curtain call.
“A-ah, stop… right there!” Gepard said, getting on his knees as he tried to get back up, “I-I’m not done with y-you!”
His empty threats, however, fell on deaf ears as the mercenary smiled, walking away before disappearing from his sight. With his heart still beating fast and cheeks tainted in red, Gepard stood up, patting his clothes to get rid of the dust and fix them. “That bastard…,” he muttered to himself, looking to the direction Sampo just went, but deciding to not follow it this time, “I guess… I could just say he got away,” he continued, slowly making his way back to the Administrative District while trying to process what in the name of Qlipoth just happened…
A/N: Happy birthday @otomiya-tickles!!! I tried to be as subtle as I could about it, so I hope I didn't spoil this little surprise for you. It's far from what you deserve, but I couldn't show up empty handed today, right? Heheh... wish you the best, my dear!
Summary: To get an automaton back to work, Gepard needs to ask for his older sister's help.
Word count: 1338 words
Crossing his arms, Gepard clenched his hands into tight fists. To anyone else, it would look like the Silvermane Captain was just a little impatient, tired of waiting for his older sister.
“Are you done?” He muttered, looking around for the fifth time.
Serval let out an annoyed groan, looking over her shoulder. “Geppie, it’s not as simple as you wish it is, trust me,” the mechanic turned her attention back to the insides of the automaton, carefully tightening the screws around its structure. “Now, can you relax a little? You are making me feel nervous at this point.”
“I’m not- ugh, just hurry up,” he insisted, taking one hand to the back of his neck, squeezing the spot to try to relieve some tension.
As much as she wanted to snap back at her brother, Serval let out a small sigh and told herself to keep her cool. She knew Gepard was actually nervous, she could tell it better than anyone else.
The silvermane forces had just received a new automaton to help in their patrol and, for some reason that she had yet to find out, the robot happened to “break” right into her brother’s hands.
And after panicking for some good and long minutes, the captain resorted to the only person that could help him in a moment like that: his older sister. When Serval arrived, the broken automaton was hidden inside a storage cabin and, much to her brother’s demise, still refused to turn back on.
Fixing this kind of thing wouldn’t normally be such a hassle. Yes, it wasn’t her speciality, but it was not like it was out of her scope. But having Gepard panicking like that and rushing her wasn’t helping at all.
“What did you even do to break this thing? I’m looking everywhere for a damaged piece, but I can’t find it,” Serval groaned, deciding to check the screws around the motor again.
“I-I didn’t do anything! It just… stopped working…” Gepard sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he listened to the metallic sounds. “Are you sure you are checking it properly? Maybe you lef-”
“What did you just say?” Serval interrupted, looking over her shoulder. Feeling the last bits of her patience disappear like footprints on the snow. The mechanic stood up, dropping her tools and giving her brother a stern look. An awfully familiar look.
Gepard was the silvermane guards’ captain, the hero of Belobog, the one who faced countless monsters of the fragmentum… but Serval was something out of his reach. The man realized, in that exact moment, the mistake he made. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“I know, Geppie, I know,” Serval interrupted, starting to walk in his direction at a slow - but terrifying - pace. “The pressure on you is so much that you can’t help, but to feel nervous sometimes, right? But you know…”
Gepard walked back, retreating until his back hit the cabin’s wall, allowing his sister to corner him with ease.
“S-Serval, listen-”
“No, you listen, Geppie,” she insisted, looking up into his eyes. “You need to get yourself together!” She said firmly, placing a finger on his chest as she spoke, “you are the captain, got it? What are you so scared of?!”
The blonde clenched his hands, looking away as a faint blush spread across his face. Getting scolded by his sister like a little boy at this age… and, even worse, he knew she was right.
“I… I know, it’s just-”
“Hush, I’m not done talking!” She said, now sounding less anger and more playfully. Holding out her index finger in front of his face, Serval managed to keep her brother quiet as she continued her “speech”.
“You need to loosen up otherwise you’ll go crazy - no, you’ll make me go crazy. You need to relax, Geppie,” she continued, making him arch his eyebrow.
Gently reaching out of his sister's wrist to move her hand out of his face, Gepard sighed, trying to follow her advice, but not able to stop worrying about the broken robot next to them. “Can’t we leave that for later?”
“No,” Serval mused, placing her hand on Gepard’s shoulder while she smiled proudly, “but you are lucky, Geppie.”
“Huh? Why?”
“I know just the thing to help you,” she grinned, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Serval… don’t,” he warned, pressing his back against the cabin’s wall as hard as he could. There was no need for words at that moment, he knew very well what his sister was about - and he already regretted letting her get this close.
“Don’t what, Geppie?” She grinned, setting the trap for her younger brother as they spoke.
“Tickle me- wait! No no nohOHo!!” Took him no more than a second to realize his mistake. The captain desperately tugged at his sister’s hands, trying to pry them off his sides, where she focused her restless assault.
Serval giggled along, digging her fingers a little harder over her brother’s waist to make sure he would be able to feel it through the thick uniform. “So many years… I’m glad you still fall for things like this, Geppie,” she teased, pushing his hands away before moving the tickling to his stomach.
“S-Seheherval! Nohohot hehere!” The captain cried out, trying to defend himself from his sister as she didn’t seem like giving up any time soon. “Thehere a-are peheheople around us!”
“Oh, come on, you dragged a whole automaton inside and you’re worried they will hear you laughing?” She mocked his excuse, skittering all the way up to his ribs, making him shoot his arms down to block her hands from climbing any further. Serval would never admit it, but having her fingers trapped under Gepard’s arms hurt more than she remembered - her little brother wasn’t so little anymore, after all.
“D-damn, don’t get so tense, Geppie,” she gasped, trying to keep poking at his ribs despite his attempts, “you’ll crush my hands like this. ~”
“T-thehen stop tihihickling mehehe!” The captain cried, stomping his foot on the ground as he threw his head back into the wall behind him, trying to support his body as his legs threatened giving in. “I-I’m seheherious! StoHOHop it, Servahahal!”
Seeing her brother’s cheeks getting tainted by pink and his lips turning into a wide smile, the mechanic couldn’t help herself but to giggle along. After all those years, the captain was still her little brother, after all. “So soon, Geppie? You used to be able to take mor-”
“SEHEHERVAL! PLEHEHEASE!!” Gepard interrupted her with a loud cackle as her fingers climbed an inch closer to his underarms, sending him into a fit of hysterical laughter. The woman shook her head, deciding to fulfill his request. “Fiiine…”
She chuckled again, putting up some effort to manage to free her hands - as Gepard simply refused to raise his arms to let her go - and stepped back, deciding to check the automaton again.
“T-that was… totally unnecessary, Serval…” The captain gasped, placing his hands over his knees as he tried to find some balance while catching up his breath. “C-can you please fix the automaton now?” He asked, almost begged, in a sheepishly tone.
“Oh, I did it a while ago,” Serval bluntly admitted, patting the robot as it sparked back into life.
“W-what?”
“It ran out of energy,” she explained, grinning, “I figured it out a while ago. Just leave it charging for a couple of hours and the little guy will be ready to work again.”
“T-then what was-”
“I said, Geppie,” she smiled, packing up her things as she got ready to leave, “you needed to calm down and relax a little.”
The captain’s jaw dropped, still baffled by the fact that his sister toyed with him like that. Gepard wanted to scold her for messing with him like that at work, but was still shocked with the whole thing.
Serval smiled, approaching her brother and placing her hand on his head. “You’re welcome, silly little brother,” she teased, messing with his hair.
The door burst open as Gepard pushed it out of his way, quickly looking around the room in the search of the perfect place to hide. Tugging his grip around Sampo’s wrist, the captain dragged the mercenary towards one of the lockers.
“Wait a second, Geppie, we won’t fit-”
“Not now, Koski,” Gepard hissed, clearly panicking. Sampo knew this was a bad moment to fool around him, so he did his best to squeeze inside it. Thank Aeons there wasn’t anything inside it, because the small space he had became even tighter when Gepard forced his way inside it as well.
“Ugh, c-captain, remind me why do we need to hide so badly, again?” Sampo mused, also getting annoyed.
“Because you decided to come to the Silvermane Headquarters and-” before he could finish, the sound of the door opening made Gepard stop talking, quickly slapping one hand over Sampo’s. “Silence now or they will find us,” Gepard said, slightly flustered.
Sampo rolled his eyes, he just wanted to get a few kisses from the captain, but those stupid lieutenants and soldiers had to come looking for him to ruin everything… Argh. Well, thinking about it again, the mercenary couldn’t really complain about his current predicament, since he still had Gepard close to him, trapped in the same small space and-
Oh.
Sampo’s lips curled into a grin underneath Gepard’s palm as an idea popped up in his head. It wasn’t like there was much room for him to run as well anyway, so why not take the chance?
“S-Sampo!” Gepard nearly squealed as he felt a pair of hands latching on his sides. Sampo teasingly tapped the spot with the tip of his fingers, watching the blonde’s cheeks turn into a bright shade of red. “Stop it, they will fihIHind- hmph!”
Gepard quickly let go of Sampo’s mouth to cover his own, pressing his eyes shut as he tried to bear and resist the urge to laugh as the mercenary continued to knead on his sides.
Sampo leaned forward, smirking. “Shhh, captain, keep quiet or you’ll alert your men that you are hiding here,” he whispered, his smiling growing even larger when his eyes met Gepard’s death stare.
Oh, he was going to enjoy this.
A/N: I loooooooove this kind of scenario and when I saw the word "silence" on the prompt list, this was the first thing that came to mind hahah, hope you guys enjoy it as well ~
Can greedy thomato request Your amazing lee Gepard hcs?🙏🏻
Only if U feel like it! Dango cheer
(*^o^)／🍡🍡＼(^-^*) love You ♥♪
Wahh, Thomato!!
Of course, heheh. Gepard is such a handsome young man, so of course my silly brain already came up with some hcs for him
so, Gepard is naturally a lee most of the time, but there are two persons who make him their victim the most: Serval and Sampo
The latter being twice as troublesome because he doesn’t even wait for Gepard to be out of public’s sight to strike and had already provided him one or two embarrassing episodes in front of other silvermane guards
And as much Gepard’s heavy clothing provide him some protection most of the type, my man is just a walking tickle spot and, well, he only has a metallic chest place, so it’s not like the rest of his body is unreachable
You can really get him giggling if you managed to squeeze his sides or thighs, but if you really want to get him to laugh, you’ll need to find a way to slide your hands inside his clothes
Because as much as he is ticklish, he is resistant. That military training did give him some extra stamina
And growing up with Serval being his particular tickle monster kinda helped him get used to it
Ah, and teasing makes things 100x worse for him because he doesn’t know how to handle them AT ALL
He goes all red and begin to whine a lot through his laughter, it’s almost too easy to fluster him ~
Anyway, these are some of my thoughts on him :D really lovable and wreckable baby
