Honkai: Star Rail Oneshots

Gepard Landau 💕

"Helping your overworked husband 'relax'"

It was long after dusk. The food, you've put hours of work in, was steadily getting cold. You were definitely going to chew him out for this one. What in the Aeons' names was taking so long today?

You knew Gepard was awfully busy these days, the fragmentum has stopped advancing but that didn't mean it wasn't a pain to deal with the remnants.

On the topic of battling the monsters outside Belobog's walls, your mind conjured quite a gruesome and grim image, 'What if something happened-' You quickly shook of the horrid thought. Your husband was a capable warrior, there was no way something like that would take him down, besides he had his men there to back him up.

'You're paranoid, (Y/N). It's only been an hour, there must have been some internal issue that held him up.' you told yourself, nervously tapping your fingers on the hard wood of your dining table.

The sound of the front door opening interrupted your worried thoughts, soothing your agitated nerves. You swiftly got up from your seat to greet him at the door, enveloping him in a tight hug as soon as he was in reach, "You're late."

Gepard was positively exhausted, "I'm sorry, (Y/N). Lady Bronya assigned some last minute work to me, it was urgent."

"You're too nice for your own good, Gepard. You don't have to take on more work just because it comes from Bronya herself. Surely, it could have waited till tomorrow." You sighed, knowing he was most likely exaggerating the importance of the matter.

He was about to argue, but you were already dragging him further into the house, ranting about how irresponsible he was being while trying to be responsible.

"You've got to take care of yourself, you know. I don't care if that takes away from your efficiency at work, you're taking it easy or I'm walking up to the Silvermane headquarters and requesting some paid time off for you to get it together." you stated, taking his guitar-case-weapon and putting it in its place where it was going to stay until you allowed it to leave, 'I might actually do that anyway. Has he ever taken a day off?'

"You don't have to do that, (Y/N). I swear," he panicked, not wanting you to involve yourself in his work life. He dreaded the idea of you figuring out his actual work schedule and habits, "I'll be fine. I'm just a little tired is all."

"Bullshit. You're barely standing up straight under all that armour." you frowned, a deep sigh leaving your lips as you cupped his cheeks in your hands, squeezing lightly, "I'm not stupid, Gepard. I don't know what workaholic shit you're trying to pull, but I won't stand for it."

"I'm not trying to pull anything. I'm jusht doing my jwob. Can ywou pleashe shtop shquishing my cheeksh?" he complained, placing his hands on your forearms, trying to pry them off his face.

"Nope." you giggled at the goofily angry expression he was making before letting go to go reheat the almost ice cold food.

"You're the worst." he pouted.

"You know you love me." you teased, with a bright smile.

***

After dinner, you insisted on helping him take off the ridiculously structured armour getup he always wore. As aesthetically pleasing as it was to look at, you doubted it was comfortable to wear.

"I don't know how you wear this every day." you muttered, undoing the various belts and buckles keeping it all together.

"It's not as bad as it looks." he shrugged, letting you take off his overcoat.

"Hmm." You didn't really believe him but if he liked it, you had no room to argue this time.

Slipping off the last part of his uniform, he found himself starting to relax. He didn't want to admit it but the clothing did put a strange strain on him, he just learned to ignore it.

Wrapping your arms around him, you could feel the tension stored up in his muscles, "This is outrageous," you commented, tugging him into bed with you, "you're practically a statue with how freaking stiff you are."

"I'm fine. You don't have to worry about it." He tried to wave it off, his attempt proven completely useless not even a second later when you took it upon yourself to help him.

"Nuh-uh. You're not avoiding your fate." You warned, pinning him down to prevent him from dodging your affectionate care, "you're relaxing. Whether you like it or not."

"I don't think that's how it works, (Y/N)." he grumbled, struggling under your weight to put up at least a bit of a fight with how tired he already felt, "you can't just force someone to relax."

"You underestimate my power, Gepard." You smirked, "now please stop struggling so I don't have to tie you to the bed."

He squinted up at you with a pout before sighing, "You're not giving me a choice, are you?"

"Nope."

"Fine."

"Thank you." you smiled giving him a quick kiss before letting go of his hands and choosing a place where to start your treatment. Kneading your way along all the sore spots under his skin, you're encouraged by every small sigh leaving his lips.

It was nice to take care of him for once. He carried so much on his shoulders, never asking for help but offering a hand in everything he could. As admirable as it was, it was also self-destructive and might you say... stupid.

You sometimes had the urge to just go psycho and tie him in your basement if it ensured he wouldn't overwork himself into an early grave, but you knew better... most of the time.

...

"You're too good to me."

Pausing mid-motion, you looked up at him with a questioning frown, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"..." he avoided eye-contact, flustered when he realized he said it out-loud.

"Gepard." You glared, reaching up to grip his chin and making him look up at you, "the fuck do you mean 'too good to you'?"

"..." No response, just a shy glance before he tried to snake his way out of your grip. Aeons, you completely forgot just how cute he looked when flustered, almost like a puppy.

"If I'm too good... maybe I should push you around a bit, hm?" you inquired, tapping your chin with your free hand.

"That's not what I meant." he muttered.

"What did you mean then?" you pushed, leaning closer to his face. You felt a little bad torturing him while he was so vulnerable but not enough to make you stop.

"I just... you know what I meant." he pouted, refusing to elaborate.

A quiet chuckle escaped your lips, you had thought up the best course of action, "Perhaps I do." Something that would give him no other option than to relax.

If he knew you'd tease him about it so much, he would've made sure to keep his mouth. You were an angel majority of the time, but whenever you were frustrated with him, or just wanted to fuck with him, you could be a ruthless demon with absolutely no remorse.

"I think, you're the one who's too good for the world." you mused in a sickly sweet tone, trailing your fingertips along his arms before intertwining your fingers with his, "Maybe, the world doesn't deserve you."

Nervous would be an understatement of what he felt like at this point. Whatever was going through your head surely wasn't going to be good for him.

"Don't tell me you're scared of your own spouse." you hummed, cupping his cheek with your dominant hand. There was no reason for him to fear you, you were doing this for his own good after all.

"I'm not exactly scared...." he paused, the intensity of your playful gaze making him gulp, "more like... worried."

"Aw. Don't worry, baby," you purred, brushing your noses together, "I promise, I'll be gentle."