He's Soo Kouen, The Man That U Are

He's soo 😩 Kouen, the man that u are ❤️

How do u draw him so well?

another soft kouen doodle… i hope you could tell that i like his after time-skip version a lot🏃🏻‍♀️

𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ⑅ ۫ .

໒꒰ྀི∗ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷∗꒱ྀིა .*･｡ﾟ⌒ gepard landau x f!reader. sfw — fluff. read to da end for a surprise ^_<☆~

𝒸𝑜𝒸𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈 . . . supa dupa short litl thing i wrote at da pier this mornie :3 i hope u enjoy it!♡ྀི feedback + rebloops are supa appreciate 🎀

gepard’s cape is very important to him. even after years of serving as belobog’s protector, even when wrinkles begin to crease in his smile lines, he wears the same one he was appointed as captain with.

you see how devastated he is when it gets tattered after a battle, royal blue stained with red, full of rips and loose hems and all. he’s grateful that you sew it up for him the best you can— his cape doesn’t look all that great after you’ve patched it up, but it’s enough to get the job done.

that’s all that really matters.

his sister pokes fun at him for being as attached to his cape as a dog is to its chew toy, but you know it’s more than just an accessory to his title.

he tells you often that he remembers every child he’s bundled up with it, every person he’s shielded from the winter storm— and most of all, he remembers you. those memories shine like the brightest chunks of geomarrow, all the times you’ve tucked yourself under the cape and into his side on chilly morning walks, all the times you use it as a blanket at night whenever you miss him (he’s only in the next room over taking a shower).

and you realize that gepard is just as sentimental as when he was 10 years old, albeit much less of a crybaby. his desire to protect the city and its people run as deep in his blood as his love does for you; he places that entire weight on this one piece of cloth.

inevitably, that day will come when the holes in it will be too big to patch up, the ends far too frayed to be saved. he's sad, but he understands, and his ears perk up when you sympathetically kiss his cheek and tell him you'll try to salvage what you can of the remaining fabric.

soon enough you're handing him a box and inhaling a shaky breath; gepard reassures you that he'll be bound to love whatever it is you've upcycled his cape into.

his voice withers out and the backs of his eyes begin to sting when he's presented with a tiny, royal blue baby onesie.

Thinking about Gepard (oh god, no way ? wow that's crazy dude...) Thinking about how he likes to garden and has flowers..

In casual conversation, you tell him about your favorite flowers, the colors you like, how happy the flowers make you when you see them. And he is intently listening, writing down all these notes in his mental notebook.

A few months go by, you haven't thought about that conversation since that day. But Gepard has thought about it a lot. So much so that he surprises you one day, knocking on your door with your favorite flowers in hand.

You can't help but be happy, they are your favorites of course. And just the right color too! Turns out that ever since that day, Gepard had planted your favorite flowers in a garden he knew you wouldn't be able to find, tending to them every day.

And just as the flowers for you bloomed, so did his love for you.

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I HEARD GEPAAAAARD SNIFLE :P i think… i think gepard likes to take his lil cape and wrap it around your shoulders to pull u in for a kiss :’( UWAA 🥲

KYAAA HE WOULD ! when he’s feeling a little more bolder than usual , he likes to wrap u up in his cape before leaning in for a kiss i totes agree ! he knows how warm n fluttery it makes u feel inside ( he cn tell by how your knees knock together and you practically fall into his chest squeee >u<!! )

speaking of capes n kissing . . . i like to imagine whenever u’re feeling particularly cheeky (^_<) u use his cape to cover both ur faces when u kiss him in public ! he flushes so cherry red after n’ is da kwuitest thing EVA ☆ !!

late bloomer w/ Gepard .

desc. : Am i projecting a little? Gepard's reaction to falling in love feels like something I would do... I might make a 2nd part. (wc : 1.5k)

tags / cw : sfw, afab!reader, use of she/her pronouns, just fluff, mostly Gepard's emotional state, glaring romance trope if u can spot it, tried proofreading but i'm sleepy

Gepard, being a man driven by duty, has structured his entire life around fulfilling the expectations placed upon him. To be a shield. To protect the people. To fight for Belobog. This strong sense of responsibility has created a wall between his work and personal life, leading him to prioritize work above all else. The casual word for this would be a "workaholic," but Gepard vehemently denies this term if anyone were to use it against him.

He was NOT a workaholic, insisting that he had other hobbies. For instance, he enjoys cooking and tending to plants. Though he’d be too shy to really admit it, so does it even count? More often than not, he would be training if he's off duty anyways, driven by that same old galvanized stubbornness that's been bred into him by the Landau bloodline. Serval, his sister, had even called him out on it before, making repeated attempts to encourage him to relax.

"Gepard, you just can't seem to appreciate the delicate and fun things in life anymore…" Today’s topic: Women. 

It's no secret that the Silvermane Captain was… To put it lightly, woefully unskilled regarding matters of the heart. In fact, he seems to avoid romantic entanglements altogether, putting off his responsibility to marry and carry on the Landau bloodline. This hesitancy was Gepard's sole reservation, yet he couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason behind it. He just wasn’t too focused on that aspect of his life right now, or so he’d convinced himself for years.

"Is that a streak of rebellion? Oh, heavens, no! Shame on you, Gepard! What would father think of your reluctance to do what's expected of you," Serval quipped, barely finishing her dramatic display before emitting the most irritating chortle that had ever graced Gepard's cochleas. 

"What do you expect me to do? Drag some girl off the street?" He retorted, almost annoyed at his sister's amusement over his predicament. 

"NO, silly. God, you're so serious all the time. Loosen up! That's not how dating works. No girl would want to go out with you if you're so stuck up about it." 

Sure, Serval was only joking. Yet, those words made his heart clench a little, ringing painfully through his mind. Was he really just too serious? It felt as if he had abruptly become painfully conscious of his own personality, prompting a reassessment of his life up until this point. Serval observed a distant gaze in his eyes, and by now it was evident that this deeply troubled her younger brother.

"Listen, Gepard," her tone softened greatly from before, "There's nothing wrong with you. If you need any help, you know you can always count on me. Even if it is about girls." She smiled, giving him a pat on the back. 

Gepard smiled and expressed his gratitude, then stepped out of the workshop to endure yet another round of patrols. Despite the abundance of heaters scattered around, the air felt noticeably chillier. Maybe this is what it feels like when you suddenly realize the emptiness inside? No, now he's just being overdramatic. It's really not that bad…

In the weeks that followed, Gepard found himself paying closer attention to his soldiers’ banter. They often talked about their lovers, or shared tales of their nights out trying to charm attractive women. It puzzled Gepard that people could pursue courtship simply for… Enjoyment? Without the intention of marriage? However, he remained too reserved to participate in those conversations. It wasn't rare for him to overhear his name being mentioned, followed by "Nah, he wouldn't be interested in joining us." 

It stung a little. Even his own soldiers don’t see him as someone who could loosen up and have a good time. They believed he was too detached to truly enjoy their company… Damn, no friends, no lover. Gepard really is married to his own job at this point. Little did he know that his life wouldn't be so bland forever. On this particular day he would cross paths with an ordinary girl from Belobog, destined to change his perspective. 

The meeting was awfully unceremonious. Gepard, carrying out his usual patrol duties, was stationed in the town. Just as he had reached the bottom of the steps of Qlipoth Fort, the sound of rapid footsteps grew nearer. Everything happened so fast that he barely had time to process it. Suddenly, a girl sprinted around the corner, clutching a stack of papers and a brown bag tightly to her chest. Before she even noticed Gepard’s presence, it was already too late…

The air filled with the fluttering of scattered papers, accompanied by the sound of vegetables hitting the cold stone ground. In the chaos, her head collided with Gepard’s armored chest piece (this was a very dangerous garment, in hindsight), emitting a resounding clang. A startled shriek escaped her lips. Reacting swiftly, Gepard managed to catch her before she could tumble to the ground. However, her belongings were lost, whisked away by the wind.

"Ooowwww…" she groaned, her hand tenderly rubbing the fresh red bruise on her forehead. "Watch where you're g…" Her words trailed off as her gaze traveled upward, meeting his face. Oh no. She found herself instantly recoiling, attempting to distance herself from the imposing figure of the tall Captain.

"I-I'm so sorry, Captain! I didn't see you, I... uhm… I mean, I didn't mean to!" Her apologies poured forth like a frantic stream, falling from her mouth like a waterfall. The Captain’s silence only made her panic more, and the firm grip on her arm indicated that the situation might not bode well.

But he wasn't upset, no not at all! In fact, he was so captivated by her beauty that he barely registered what was going on around him. Her words entered one ear, and exited the other. His gaze remained fixed on her eyes, marveling at how they shone like pure geomarrow crystals. The sun reflected off the snow in her hair like tiny diamonds, framing her face in a heavenly glow. But then his eyes landed on the red bruise on her forehead, shattering the idyllic dream he had momentarily found himself caught in.

"M-My apologies," he stuttered, his typically unwavering demeanor momentarily shaken, "You're injured. Please allow me to escort you to the clinic." 

"Huh? What?" She reached up to touch her head and felt warmth bloom under her fingertips, accompanied by a slight stinging sensation. Her hand came away with a faint crimson stain.

"It's just a graze, no need to worry about me," she insisted, stepping back from the Captain's hold. But it wasn't just a graze, it really hurt! And the longer she spent out of his support, the more wobbly she felt on her own feet. Sensing her instability, Gepard swiftly wrapped an arm around her shoulder, preventing her from stumbling again. His sturdy hold on her stood in stark contrast to the mushy feeling swelling within his chest.

"We should really get you to a doctor," he began, tone tinged with a hint of worry. She no longer had the strength to protest, the pounding headache alone was overwhelming enough.

They were both silent for the remainder of the walk, neither having something constructive to say to the other. When Gepard handed her over to the doctor, he disappeared without a trace. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of rudeness in his sudden departure. He didn’t even give her a chance to express her gratitude for his understanding, fearing she might have been reprimanded for lack of civility. Well, he was probably a busy man. She couldn’t expect someone of his stature to care about someone as insignificant as her, right? 

But right now, Gepard was desperate to quiet the racing of his heart. His knees felt weak, as if they were made of jelly, while he struggled to look normal and composed as he exited the clinic. But who was he kidding? The sweat on his brow and his burning ears were a dead giveaway to his current emotional state. He could only beg the Aeons that no one took notice of his stupor. What was he supposed to do again? Patrols? Yes, patrols. He needed to get back to work.

Throughout the remainder of the day, Gepard found it increasingly difficult to maintain focus on his duties. The telltale signs of his distraction did not go unnoticed by his soldiers. They observed the annoyed bounce of his leg as he hurriedly completed his paperwork, his mind clearly preoccupied. No one dared speak to the Captain, silently acknowledging the departure from his usual composed demeanor.

The soldiers, witnessing his uncharacteristic behavior and urgency behind his actions, couldn't help but speculate and gossip amongst themselves. Some would interpret his distraction as a sign of work-related stress or pressing family matters. Others would suspect something entirely different, an infatuation that had captivated their usually composed Captain. 

Without lingering a moment longer than necessary, Gepard promptly left his post and made his way to Serval’s workshop. Each step he took amplified the beating of butterfly wings in his chest, the sensation bordering on discomfort. It seemed to knock the air from his lungs whenever he tried to articulate his thoughts.

"It happened," he tells her bluntly. 

"What? What happened?" Serval shook him by the shoulders, her voice filled with urgency. "Gepard, you're gonna have to give me more than that!"

this was meant 2 be sum quick filler but i got rlly invested in it... my style feels more formal but mby tht's bc i jus finished studying. am a lil braindead, had to take a break from the hardy-weinberg equation and do smth productive. no more broad sense heritability, only geppie ♥︎