1. sampard - serval's bestie

Sampo was just supposed to be Serval's best friend.

Yet, here Gepard was, sitting in Sampo's lap, enjoying this. Enjoying his lips on his own.

And Gepard didn't know how this happened.

No, he knew, he just didn’t want to think about anything but Sampo.

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Gepard’s room was right next to Serval's, the only difference being that you could usually never see any light, natural or not, from under Serval's door.

And, sure, her friends sometimes walked into Gepard’s room, only to apologize, say a quick hello, and then head directly next door to his sister's room.

Only, Sampo sometimes would make small talk before dragging Serval out of her room.

He'd grown accustomed to the chats, that even after some time, and Serval decorating her door, Sampo would still pop in and chat until Serval would open her door.

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2. sampard - the sampo overdose oneshot.

tw: overdose? implied ig

"Oh, Sampo... They're gonna have to..." Gepard whispered, as Sampo drowned his voice out, leaning into the man.

He never expected him to find him, nor did he expect him to care this much.

Gepard was rubbing his back, as he held Sampo close.

"Sampo... Stay awake for me, okay...?"

Sampo nodded slowly, his head laying on Gepard’s shoulder, as he was limply laying there.

They were sat on the floor of Sampo's apartment. He'd fallen earlier, which meant there was likely a call from a worried neighbor, which brought Gepard here.

If only he had sat down, before he tried this nonsense, he wouldn't have worried the blond.

"Sampo, eyes open... Keep them open, please..."

And so he blinked slowly, as he stared at the man that was looking over him, probably to see if anything was wrong.

"Paramedics will be here soon. Until then, keep your eyes on me, watch me. Don't fall asleep."

Sampo knew it wasn't a good idea, but he closed his eyes. He wanted this, it was obvious, he knew Gepard knew this, yet he was trying so hard.

So hard to keep a dying man alive. Even when said man was ready to die.

"Sampo, look at me... Please, Sampo, please..." He was pleading now, begging Sampo to stay awake, to stay safe.

And Sampo did. He looked at him, watching the way tears were silently sliding down his cheeks.

That was when Sampo realized he couldn't breathe, and that Gepard was panicking even harder.

Within moments, Sampo was laying on the ground, as Gepard preformed a scuffed version of CPR, clearly avoiding giving him mouth to mouth. After a few seconds, Sampo passed out.

When he woke again, he was laying in an unfamilliar room, with Gepard sat in a chair beside him. He was tightly holding Sampo's hand as he texted someone.

Sampo watched him, his throat so dry he couldn't speak, as his body felt like mush, and he couldn't move it much, likely from whatever painkillers they gave him.

Did they give him painkillers? Because after what he tried, giving him pills likely wasn’t a good idea.

Gepard soon noticed he was awake, and gently squeezed his hand. "Sampo... You're going to be alright... They had to pump your stomach... And..." He trailed off there with a sigh. "The doctors will explain everything..."

"... Are we... at... Nat's...?"

"No. We’re in Qlipoth Fort. I brought you here."

Sampo slowly nodded as he looked at Gepard.

"I was ordered to watch over you, so once you're discharged I'll be bringing you to my home."

"But... I..-"

"You’re considered unstable, Sampo... You wont be discharged unless someone watches you, and I offered."

"Just... take me... to Nat's..."

"No. The doctors entrusted me with your care."

"But..."

"No. Sampo, you're not going to Nat's and then leaving. She told me you do that when she visited you. I'm watching you until the doctor deems you mentally stable."

"Please...?"

"Sampo. You tried to overdose. You're not in a position to choose who is in charge of your care. Let me take care of you, please."

Sampo went silent at that, slowly squeezing Gepard’s hand tighter, as the blond sighed.

"Just... Sampo... I want you to be okay, alright...?"

"... Why...?"

"Why? Sampo, I care about you. You’re a human too. I truly think you can do better, be better. And not just redeeming yourself after commiting a multitude of crimes. I mean it."

"Really...?"

"Yes, really. I mean what I say."

Sampo looked at him in disbelief, but he didn't try to convince Gepard to switch his care over to Natasha anymore.

It took another week for Sampo to be discharged and moved into Gepard’s guest room. Or assumably his guest room, seeing as most rooms in the house didn't seem to be lived in.

Actually, all rooms looked that way. The only sign someone had been inside was the lack of dust.

The first day Sampo spent in the house, he slept until the midst of the night, where he woke up, with Gepard fast asleep in a chair beside the bed, clearly he had been waiting to see if Sampo needed anything during the day.

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3. sampard - carousel babysitting

Apparently, the ride operator thought either Gepard or Sampo were going to get on the ride with Hook and hold onto her. She would do just fine, thank you. Now, they're sharing a horse.

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Why weren't there anymore horses on this ride? Was all that ran through Gepard’s head, as Sampo unceremoniously pulled him up and into his lap.

And, okay, well Gepard didn't mind the fact he was sitting in Sampo's lap, he just didn’t like how much of an oversight this was.

And the fact that he didn't mind it. At all.