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How about Jiyan with a fellow doctor but the doctor is kind of like Mortefi in terms of "tired of everyone's shit" but they put up with Jiyan because they used to be coworkers.

A/n: Overdue request time but I hope you enjoy this regardless anon <3

Contents: Jiyan x GN reader, headcanons, reader used to be on the front lines with Jiyan, not proof read

-Jiyan has worked with all sorts of people in his life, and at times he was rather forced to work with people that were not fit to be in the workplace, but he was never harsh on them even if he had to take up their work too. 

-That, however, was not the case with you, of course

-You were beyond capable in your work, jumping from one end to the other never seemed as effortless when you were the one doing the task - all with this signature scowl or a furrow of your brows on your face.

-Jiyan admired you for your talent and skill, it seemed to come so naturally to you that it made even the famous General push himself harder with newfound strength in his chest

-He knew you weren't too fond of being “pestered”, so he never approached you much beyond work while you were on the front lines. It was when you were back around town when he approached you for off topic conversations or to exchange medical knowledge and aid techniques. You both found common ground in the latter topics, and you weren't too reciprocating at first when it came to other topics. 

-But all good things require time and patience, and Jiyan was a patient man by nature.

-You slowly warmed up to him and began to share more of your life and interests, and Jiyan shared his side as well. Both of you got to know each other through countless walks beside the river banks or the beaches of the lake around Jinzhou.

-Jiyan provided that much needed slow pace you seemed to lack. To you, everything needed to be done in some orderly fashion and in a confined space of time. Your solo walks were rather quick, but ever since Jiyan began joining you on them, you found the sense of time slipping by and half an hour turned into an hour, then two, three-

-Dinners began to be another thing to look forward to. Sometimes he'd invite only you, sometimes he'd invite another captain or soldier; once you met his mother when he invited her over for dinner at this fancy restaurant that opened while both of you were on the front lines 

-Jiyan can easily overlook the jabs and witty remarks you tend to drop, knowing you truly don't harbor any malice when you say them - it's more of spur of the moment when the situation is rather tense or if someone is acting particularly oblivious/stupid. 

-Sometimes, if it's just you and him, he tends to flip the jabs back at you to initiate some more lighthearted banter. The first time he did it you were caught by surprise but your tongue certainly didn't lack in words. Jiyan chuckled at how you nearly stumbled over your own mouth as you returned another comment, looking rather flustered. 

-He does enjoy having you around and does tend to put you in teams that are close to his own, unless another team requires your skill more in battle.

-Somewhere along those lines, the feeling between colleagues and friends blurred and seeped into something much warmer and stronger. And it appears you felt it too. By that point Jiyan had become adept at reading you, and he didn't miss the way your shoulders were tensed when he lingered too close, or when you refused to meet his gaze here and there, when even you lacked words to respond with, when you were fidgeting with your gourd or fingers- it all piled up, boiling just underneath the surface. 

-His feelings did not extinquish when you left the Midnight Rangers to serve your duty in the city. Your research and heart strayed from his path and he was fine with that - even if he felt like you took half of him with you

-He didn't wish to risk anything between the two of you, so the feeling was boiling for a long time. Jiyan didn't wish to confess in case he wasn't right and you didn't return the feelings, but also because he didn't wish to risk leaving you alone should he die in battle right after confessing and asking for your hand.

-You didn't confess for similar reasons, but also because he was a General - you didn't wish to burden him in any form or shape. And what if you were reading it wrong? What if he was simply being affectionate as a friend?

-It took time, but the feelings reached a boiling point after an incident left you so lost and frustrated. 

-You and Jiyan were alone in your office and it all came pouring out in a torrent of emotions from your mouth. And by the time you realized what you said, Jiyan was quiet and looking at you all speechless 

-Jiyan couldn't breathe, but he felt his heart squeezing into his throat.

-He is soon to stumble over his words to reassure you it's fine- you were already making up excuses, apologizing, stumbling further - it's fine! Hear him out, he has a lot to say. And it's going to be alright, because you're besides one another, and you are stronger that way.

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

in sickness and in health

Jiyan x Reader

“Bless you.”

“Thanks - ugh, that was the third time within the last half an hour or so.” Your nose crinkles as you rub your forehead in slight annoyance. 

“The fourth time actually,” Jiyan corrects, his concerned eyes lingering on your face, studying your demeanour carefully. “My love, are you certain, you’re feeling alright? You’re not catching a fever, are you?”

Before you can react Jiyan lifts his hand, placing it on your forehead, feeling for any unusal warmth. He remains for a few seconds, as his eyes flicker over your face, before tracing his fingers gently along your temple, down to your cheek. Out of instinct, your eyes close all on their own, as you lean into the pleasant coolness his skin offers. 

“No, it just happens sometimes,” you reply softly, touched by his concern and care. You look up again to find his eyes already locked on yours. So you offer, “I’m just gonna drink some hot tea. You want some as well?”

You shift to get up from the seat, but his gentle touch on your arm hinders your movement. “Stay put, I’ll make the tea.” Jiyan leans closer, his lips brushing your forehead as he leaves a tender kiss on your skin. “How does dinner sound right after?”

I have done quite a few dragon designs so far, and rn curiosity is getting the better of me and I'd like to know which design you guys like the best in this series so far! :)

Gonna link them here too if people wanna quick jump

Wuwa characters as dragons 1 (Jiyan, JInhsi, Mortefi, Geshu Lin)

Part 2 (Calcharo, Aalto, Scar,Encore)

Shares are appreciated <3

Thank you all so much for your support on this series!

boyfriend! jiyan + modern! au

Content: SFW + NSFW, modern au, meaning he isn't a general, foul language towards the end of the SFW stuff.

Note: As always, non proof-reader.

Jiyan, one of the best students at the medicine degree, you met each other the first day of class after you asked him for directions to the class.

He looked at you, eyes cold as ice, but his voice was warm, almost as much as the scorching sun of the summer you met.

Since that moment, both of you started to sit close to each other, always being together for the group projects, always going to get a "little" treat after class.

As time went on, both of you finally visited each others' home, you were living with your family, but he wasn't, house a bit cold as you entered, that gave you even more reasons why you should stick together to him, always inviting him to your family reunions, even if you had to bear with the comments of your parents and family members.

Despite he refused at first, after all he wasn't exactly part of your family, but he started to go, slowly entering into your family as if he was one member more.

It had been a few months since he started to participate, and none of you had noticed the slight changes in your relationship, that was until your mother came to you both: "Dear, how could you keep it to yourself? It has been over one year since you introduced us to him, isn't it time you finally tell us about your relationship?" You were about to refuse, a bit nervous in case Jiyan got uncomfortable, but it took just a quick glance to see it. Face as red as a cherry, eyes focusing on something else, hands a bit shaky... wasn't he going to say anything?

In the end, you simply smiled, deciding to wait for him to tell you, as it would be so embarrasing to be wrong about your theory.

It took another six months for him to finally say anything, it was soon before the final exams period and both of you had decided to meet when he suddenly took you to the park next your university.

"I... I don't think I will be able to keep it any longer. I've tried to focus on something else, I mean, our exams start in less than a week, despite that I've been completely distracted, messing up at the lab and always forgetting what I studied. I need to get it off my chest. I like you, I've liked you since you started to teach me new things, new experiences, I just say this with the intention of being able to focus, you don't need to correspond my feelings or anything." Without letting you respond, he was about to go back to the library when you suddenly stopped him, more angry than embarrased:

"You're so bad at confessing, you didn't even let me understand it!" You pulled from him, getting him back to where he was standing, you looked at his pretty eyes, glistening under the sunlight, without thinking too much, you took him from his shirt, pulling him into a soft kiss that ended before being able to properly taste it. "It took you six fucking months to say anything, asshole..." His face turned red, still too stunned to being able to say anything, his mouth opened, quickly closing as he tried to formulate a single word. He simply looked at you, face still red and took you by the hands, carefully pulling you into a deeper kiss. "I've never been in love before, sorry about that, genius."

Content: NSFW stuff, established relationship, teasing, a bit of overstimulation.

Jiyan, who loves seeing your pretty body completely naked on top of his bed.

Jiyan, who eats you out as if he had been starving his whole life, eyes completely focused on your face, as he saw your expressions of pleasure. His hands caressing your body as if it was made of porcelain.

Jiyan, who spends a bit too much time preparing you cause "what if I hurt you?", his fingers making you cum too many times before getting to the main course.

Jiyan, who loves being a bit mean to you, purposefully hitting just at the right place, making you scream and your hands to cling at him, other times he prefers playing with your pretty clit, not stopping even after you plea him, brain too foggy to think about anything else.

Jiyan, who takes both of you to the bathroom, rigorously cleaning both of you before heading to bed, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead after making your brain turn into mush.

dragon! jiyan

Content: Established relationship, rut, half-dragon, non-human anatomy (dragon's you know...) + unrealistic, breeding kink, overstimulation, female reader.

Note: I know he's like... kind of a dragon?? So yeah. As always, non proof-reader. Wish I could write for longer cause I love when there are lots of positions and stuff but my brain gets dry :(

You had already noticed something these last weeks Jiyan had been acting weird, always dodging you, somehow losing him even when he was there just a few seconds ago. At first this whole situation made you chuckle a little, looking just a child's game, but as he started to avoid you even despite you both lived together, you decided to put an end to this dumb game, quickly rushing to him and trapping him between your body and the wall. His face was already a bit flushed, eyes avoiding your gaze as he tried to move you without putting too much of his force, before he was able to say anything you complained: "What's going on? You've been avoiding me for several weeks!" Jiyan's face flushed, looking a bit sorry about it, despite that, he kept trying to squirm from your little prison, you decided to close your distance even more, causing him to get even closer to the wall.

"Could you stop squirming and just tell me what's wrong? Are you mad?" he quickly denied it, still trying to run away nevertheless. His face was getting far too red, hands shaking from God knows why. Finally, his mouth opened, finally breathing, your sweet smell filling his lungs, his eyes suddenly turning a bit more like those of a dragon.

"I'm sorry... I've been trying so hard to avoid you because I'm close to my... uhm special time, I get a bit...agressive during it and I really don't want to hurt you, dear." Your laugh almost escaped, was he that scared about hurting you? You smiled, quickly stealing a kiss from him, you thought it was because of something you had done, that was a relief. You got away, finally feeling happy. Just as you were about to get back to your routine, his hands gripped your wrist, quickly pushing towards him and switching positions with him.

"Hey, I just warned you, are you trying to push my buttons?" His expression had darkened, eyes blurry and mouth half-open, his breath a bit shaky. You tried to explain it to him that it was simply because you finally knew the reason why he was avoiding you, but it was useless, as he started to move his hands through your body, kissing your neck while whispering to your ear: "Do you want me to make you my mate that bad? Get you all nice and full... you would look so so pretty like that... Make you my little housewife, waiting for me all pretty... Oh I would love that..." When did he learn to say all those filthy things? Jiyan had never been that bold, even despite you had been together for quite some time now. You were too stunned to even realize how he had took you, carrying you swiftly and laying you on the bed. He took off his shirt, throwing it around and soon returning to being on top of you. "You look so pretty baby, so so pretty, all flushed and ready for me, right?" His eyes were dangerous, his hands kept playing with your nipples over the clothes, still not getting rid of any of your clothes. He kept teasing you, caressing your soft tits over the shirt while "accidentally" brushing over your clothed cunt, smiling as he saw your face flushed.

"I guess I won't be needing those damn neutralizers anymore." Without giving you time to think, he quickly got rid of some kind of choker he had been wearing for the last few weeks, a strong smell of medicinal herbs spreading all through the room, making your brain a bit fuzzy. He wasted no time, kissing your pretty lips while he got rid of your clothes, trying as hard as possible to not rip them apart. "I'm sorry baby, I'm at my limit, but my rut will help you to get ready for taking me without pain." By the time he ended saying that, his dick was already out, but something was different, and as he moved closer you finally realized it. There was not one but two, both completely erected and with their tip red, prominent veins over them. Just as you were about to complain, his voice, now much deeper than usual stopped you "Don't worry, I won't give both to you, we should go slowly, I don't want to break you." Before getting on top of you, he lifted you, carefully laying you with your tummy down, one pillow supporting your lower back. Just as soon as he got you as he wanted, his frame towered over you, his hot breath hitting your ear.

"Gonna enter baby, make sure to be ready." He wrapped his hands over your hands, his calloused hands letting you know he was there. You started to feel him entering, the stretching making you squirm a little, moans leaving your lips while your hands gripped the sheets.

It took a few minutes before he finally got his whole thing inside you, his tip almost hitting your cervix, he stopped there for a moment, peppering kisses all over your back while his hands were close to ripping the sheets. "You feel so good baby, I'm gonna start to move yeah?" As soon as he saw your nodding, he started to move painfully slow, making you feel as if you were about to pass out. Finally, after a few minutes you had already gotten used to the size, your belly bulging each time he moved a bit too fast, eyes rolling to your skull as he kept pushing you against the mattress almost making you cum at the moment. As he kept breaking you, his patience was wearing thin, suddenly lifting you from the bed and turning you to face him.

"I... I just missed seeing your face, plus I can't kiss your pretty lips." As he babbled his reasons, he kept rutting against you, making your brain melt at the spot, his lips kissing yours as his hands wrapped against yours, making you unable to move. As he kissed you, one of his hands drifted down your body, starting to rub your clit with his rough fingertips and making you cry out his name. No matter how much you plead and begged him to slow down he kept doing it, playing with your pretty pussy while he was stuffing you full.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum inside you, gonna get you full of my seed, I'll make you my pretty wife, get you everything you want, yeah? Gonna be such a good husband for you baby." Your nails digging on his skin as you came undone, saliva dripping down your lips and your pretty cunt dripping with his cum. He smiled at the sight, your pretty face was completely ruined, lips shiny from his own saliva, and his seed seeping out of your insides. He took care of your body, thoroughly cleaning both of your bodies and then drying them, getting both of you to the sofa and letting you sleep over his chest.

Disclaimer!

I am only comfortable writing fem readers! I have nothing against male or gender neutral peeps! I just want to give love to my fem and afab girlies out there! I also have more freedom with feminine pronouns but I'll try to write second pov too. This blog is more like a diary tbh. Mostly fem ocs.

I don't write incest, dubcon, noncon, degredation, domestic violence, pedophilia.

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Couldn't sleep last night so I wrote a little something for Jiyan until I felt tired. This is very self indulgent on my part.

cw. fluff, mentioned nudity (but no smut) dragon hybrid reader (similar to vidyadhara) , mentions of heat cycles, cuddling

It was the middle of the night when you abruptly stirred awake. Your body was drenched in a hot flush as your eyes shot open, your body jerking as you quickly sat up. Layers of fluffy blankets pooled around your waist, the thin, silk robe you wore lazily clinging around your shoulders as the sash was poised to unravel at a moment's notice. Beads of sweat dotted your brow as you took a deep breath, heat coiling in the pit of your stomach as your blood simmered in your veins. Your eyes pinched shut for a few brief seconds, long lashes fluttering over your burning cheeks as a soft groan breezed past the seam of your lips. Of course, it had to happen now, you lowly cursed. 

Your sudden movements had disturbed your partner, Jiyan, his body moving to mimic yours as he sat up in bed. His eyes roved over your form, darkness bleeding into the corners of his vision as he carefully studied you. 

"Are you alright, love?" he asked, voice gruff and thick with sleep. 

Your head snapped in his direction; pupils narrowed into thin slits as you regarded him. Your long, serpentine tail coiled beneath the sheets, the tip flicking as golden scales brushed against his bare leg. His muscles tensed from the featherlight touch, your normally cool scales suddenly burning like the hot coals of a forge. The branching horns nestled on top of your head faintly glowed with a shimmering, golden light, the ethereal light highlighting your flustered expression as your lips parted around rapid pants. Each puff of air seemed to curl around your lips like wisps of steam, your eyes growing lidded as your head started to feel dizzy. The words that Jiyan had spoken barely even registered in your mind, your head feeling like it was stuffed full of cotton as your flesh continued to burn with a lingering heat that tickled the base of your spine. You shook your head, soft locks of your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead as you swallowed the budding saliva on your tongue. 

"It's too hot" you murmured in a breathy whisper.

Sharp talons sank into your robes, your fingers curling into the thin material as you yanked it from your being. You tossed it aside in a flurry of cloth, the sweat soaked robe tossed to some random corner of the room. You were left completely bare, nothing to hide you from the general’s concerned gaze as a sigh of relief tumbled from your bruised lips. The relief was only temporary as the heat continued to claw at your nerves, trickling into your belly as the constant itch of your nerves started to make you squirm in discomfort. Jiyan silently shuffled closer to your side, arms poised and ready to assist as he kept his eyes trained on you. 

"Are you alright?" he asked again. 

Your soft pants filled the air of your stuffy bedroom and when you didn't respond immediately, he pressed again. 

"Love, speak to me."

His voice was finally able to reach you as you turned your head towards him, slowly lifting your gaze to meet his. 

"Jiyan."

His name warmed your parched throat like cloying honey, each syllable sweeter than the next as it danced on your tongue. Jiyan was ready when he saw the way your shoulders tensed, your tail coiling like a snake ready to strike as you pounced on him. A soft grunt blew past his lips as you landed in his lap, your knees falling beside his hips as you landed perfectly on top of him. You buried your burning face in his chest, arms latching to his waist as your golden tail weaved between his thighs and curled around his ankles. You pressed your weight into him, coaxing him to lean back further as he was suffocated under the stifling heat of your body. His movements were slow and deliberate, hesitant and frightened that he would scare you in such sensitive state. He knew what was wrong. He had figured it out the moment you had to rip your clothes off to find any semblance of relief to the heat running rampant around your body. He placed his hand on top of your head, gently ruffling the soft locks of hair as he gazed down at you. 

"Are you finally going into heat?"

You gently nodded your head, bunting your face further into the hard planes of his muscular chest, a content noise in your throat as you squished your cheek into a pectoral muscle. Your tail continued to coil around the length of his leg as you rubbed your body against his, lazily spreading your scent on his body. His scent curled in your lungs with each breath you took and you could taste him in the back of your throat every time you swallowed. His familiar scent was reassuring and it was able to ease the heat in your belly for now as you cling to him like he was a life line. 

"I'm sorry" you whispered, your warm breath puffing against his skin. "I just want you close."

A soft hum rumbled in Jiyan’s chest as he rubbed the calloused tips of his fingers against your scalp. You purred happily in response, the vibrations dancing along his skin as you pressed yourself further into his embrace. A soft smile tilted his lips as he gazed at you fondly, basking in the contrast of your soft curves against his hard muscles. This whole heat cycle was new to him. You had warned him it was coming soon and your draconic instincts had been flaring up for the past several days. It had been interesting to witness your “pre-heat” stages, watching you fret over building the perfect nest, watching you chose only light clothes that wouldn't irritate your skin. Witnessing you stick to his side like glue and refusing to be apart from him for long. Such a strange and wonderful creature you were. 

Jiyan’s arm snaked around your waist as he tugged you closer, your chest still vibrating with soft purrs as he gently ran his fingertips along the curve of your spine. Pleasant tingles rippled down your back as the soft tufts of fur on your tail puffed up, the feathered tip of your tail tickling his foot as you rested more and more of your weight against him. 

"It's okay" Jiyan reassured. "I'm not going anywhere."

You both fell into a comfortable silence as the heat inside of you turned into a dull but manageable throb. Your nose brushed against the hollow of Jiyan’s throat as your hands snuck under the soft material of his shirt, your hands resting against his abdomen as you kneaded the skin with your paws like a contented cat. Jiyan couldn't contain the small chuckle that rumbled in his chest at the sight. His lips brushed against your damp forehead, fingers brushing long wisps of hair out of your eyes as he tucked them behind your ears. 

"Is this okay?" he asked. "Do you need more?"

His words warmed your heart, your pulse drumming rhythmically in your ears as your pointed ears perked up at the sound of his soothing voice. You slowly shook your head, peering up at him with dazed eyes. "No. This is enough."

For now, you still had most of your senses intact. You knew that would change in only a few, short hours and your instincts would reduce this proud dragon into nothing more than a mindless beast that would only crave until its hunger was sated. But for now, that beast was contained and being wrapped in Jiyan’s embrace like this helped to calm your frantic senses. For the first time in a long time, you wouldn't have to endure another heat cycle alone. No more yearning and aching nor longing for the touch of a partner you didn't have. He was here now by your side and it was enough.

Jiyan SFW Headcanons

~a/n: I’m a simp for strong, gentle dragon man. Here’s some sfw Jiyan headcanons. I’ll probably do a seperate post for nsfw headcanons for him. It’s been a long while since I’ve last written so hopefully I’m not rusty.

Protective and doting boyfriend! (will defend your honor) Not really but he knows how dangerous it is outside the city so he doesn’t like to let you walk alone without him so he can guarantee your safety. He knows you’re capable of handling yourself but he can’t help but worry. He doesn’t have that much relationship experience due to most of his life being focused on battling tacet discords and protecting Jinzhou city and its people. Although he may not know much regarding relationships, he’s a quick learner and you can’t really tell that he’s that inexperienced due to how well of a boyfriend he is to you. I can see him being the nurturing and mothering type. What I mean by that is he pays attention to your wellbeing and health, making sure you’re eating right, making sure you’re happy, etc. Your well being comes before his. Man can cook. You will be well fed when he cooks for you, making sure you’re eating a healthy, hearty meal. He’s a really good listener and will put all his attention on you when something’s bothering you. He’ll do everything he can in his power to dispel your problems and to ensure that you’re happy.

Not the type to really be into pda. Not because of his duty to portray a respectable image of being a General everyone looks up to but due to preferring to share your affection for one another behind closed doors without watchful eyes that are usually on him in public. The farthest he’ll go with pda is hand holding or having you rest your hand on the inside of the crook of his elbow. Plus all the elders would probably tease you two if they saw you being lovey dovey in public. It’s already hard enough with them seeing you guys near one another. The elders always ask you two about wedding bells and children. Your cheeks burn red while Jiyan coughs, closing his eyes to stop himself from blushing as well and just tells the elders maybe in the future. This causes you to hide your face into the side of his arm as shyness, warmth, and giddiness overcomes your senses. He smiles down at you and adores your cuteness. He seems like he’d be good with kids. Maybe a little awkward and quiet but he’s sweet, caring, and gentle. He wouldn’t mind having a family with you in the future. Hopefully when things have calmed down, he’ll ask you to marry him and you two can start a family.

He is such a gentleman. He always asks for permission before doing anything he thinks you may be uncomfortable with. Instead of buying flowers from the shop, man actually plants his own flowers and gifts them to you. He would create a special flower that would represent his love and affection for you. (He would for sure propose to you in the middle of the little garden he made for you under the twinkling lights.) Speaking of lights, he loves stargazing with you. It’s one of his favorite activities with you. Just laying in the soft grass, enjoying the night breeze and cuddling close to one another as you enjoy the peacefulness with one another.

Good kisser. His favorite type of kisses are long, slow, passion filled kisses. He wraps an arm around your waist, holding your body close to his while his other hand gently cups your cheek as his lips connect with yours, electricity shooting through the both of you. Everytime before he heads out onto the battlefield, he always makes sure to give you a long passionate kiss that takes your breath away because he doesn’t know when he will be back or if there’s a chance he’ll make it back, so he wants to make sure you understand his undying love for you in case he doesn’t make it back home to you. He also likes forehead kisses. Sometimes when he returns from the field and he really missed you, he doesn’t leave your side for a while and always has a hand on you. One time, he came close to not making it home from a field mission that when he stepped through the door to your shared home, he wrapped his arms around you and held you for a long time. You swear you could feel him shaking a little, you got worried that something bad happened. After a few minutes of silence, he told you what happened and that he was worried he wouldn’t see you again. You cupped his face in your hands and peppered kisses all over his face until he melted into you and was finally calm. You told him that everything was okay and all that mattered was that he was here with you now. Although he was grateful for your comforting words and affection, he still didn’t stray far from you that whole night. At bedtime, he held you tightly, nuzzling his face into your neck as you combed your fingers through his hair and rubbed his back. Due to the exhaustion from battling and the comfort of your gentle touches, he quickly fell asleep. He did wake up a few times during the night worried that you were gone but he calmed down once you realized you were still in his arms.

He likes doing mundane things with you when he has the time. Sitting in nature together, enjoying street food, drinking tea while having idle conversations, reading side by side, etc. Sometimes he gets lost in thought as he gazes at you while you are doing something. He’s busy admiring the serene look on your face as you pick flowers, the gentle touch as you carefully put the flowers together into a crown, then the bright smile that graces your beautiful features as you place it on the top of his head. You break him out of his trance by placing a hand on his cheek as you call his name. You ask him if he’s ok and he replies by taking hold of your hand and turns his head to his lips to press a kiss on the inside of your palm. He gives you a loving look and rids your worries and says he’s just admiring his wonderful s/o. Giggling, you lean into him, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

He’s insecure sometimes and gets lost in negative thoughts of the failure of protecting his fellow fallen soldiers. When this happens, just hold him please. He has a lot of weight on his shoulders from the responsibility and grief he carries on a daily basis. When you hold him tight with his head resting on your chest and tell him that it’s ok, that weight is lifted a bit. He forgets his negative thoughts when he’s with you.

Lets you play with his hair and help him put his hair up. Ngl it’s hard to not be a little jealous of his long, soft, beautiful hair. He gets so relaxed when you’re doing his hair. He has fallen asleep sometimes. You try multiple hairstyles and have even put flowers in his hair. You couldn’t help how ethereal he looked. He didn’t really understand but he didn’t mind your adoration for him.

Saw some fanart on Twitter that got my wheels turning. Tacet marks that glow during intercourse. With Jiyan. That's it. Just imagining a completely dark room with the only source of light being your two tacet marks. I'd probably have giggled a bit, if it was real…

A/n: listen.. it is hot.. it is what it is- goofy but hot. Hope you enjoy this little drabble <3

Contents: NSFW, MDNI, Jiyan x AFAB! Reader

Calloused hands grasp onto every inch of skin they can reach, the fine sheen of sweat making their grasp not as sure. Jiyan’s pants, golden eyes became an olive green in the dark night from when he mounted you. The tacet mark in the middle of your torso, right below your collarbone, has become his focus throughout the exchange of dirty words and even filthier touches. He noticed the way it slowly began to glow, a dim light at first but the more he touched you, the stronger the glow became. It didn't surpass the soft glow, and wouldn't get any stronger, but the sight alone came as proof that this was pleasing you as well.

You laid so beautifully under him with your arms at your sides, whining and producing such sweet sounds that were a song to his ears. Groaning, he leaned down, immediately feeling your arms come to rest around his shoulders. His lips ghosted your tacet mark, nipping at it before climbing further up where they found your kiss-bruised lips, drowning your moans while his cock plunged into your heat again. His pace had slowed down, clearly frustrating you and making you all the needier, your hips bucking up against him, silently begging for him to properly fuck you. 

“Jiyan-” you gasp between the presses of his lips, half lidded eyes full of lust staring back at you, watching you swallow the lump in your throat and writhe under him. 

“What is it, my love?” Raspy voice graces your ears and sends a shiver down your spine. His nose is brushing against yours, and before you can force a plea from your throat, you see him lean in again to press his forehead against yours, the movement followed by another thrust of his hips.

Every thrust seems to erase the thoughts from your mind, leaving you a blank slate. 

“Mmh- please.. harder..We’ve waited long enough” you breathe out, warm breath fanning against his skin, lips only a breath away. Hunger raged within the depths of your belly, screaming for more even as you bucked your hips against his, making him groan. With brows knit together in an expression that only translated want and need and failed concentration, he looked beyond divine. In all his disheveled state you could only marvel at the way he looked, feeling giddy yet filthy all the same. 

Jiyan bit the inside of his lips, his eyes falling shut as he dipped his head into your neck where you felt him kiss away at your skin as his hips finally sped up, matching both of your needs, lighting your skin ablaze.

Grasping and clutching for purchase, your chin found the bend of his shoulder, your arms circled around him in a tight, passionate embrace. Jiyan knew just the best ways to carve out your insides without seemingly even trying.

Cracking one eye open, you caught sight of the dim light coming from his back. A wanton moan escaped your lips as his cock brushed against your soft insides, walls fluttering around his thick length. Your fingers danced up across his sweaty skin, coming in contact with the glowing tacet mark and you felt him shiver under your touch. Choked breaths confined themselves in your throat, the tension building in your belly as his hips slammed into you, wet squelches echoing in the room and the light night breeze from the window only added to the erotic atmosphere as it licked up your sides.

“Mm! Jiyan!” you mewled as he held you close, one arm bent underneath you to bind you to him, while the other rested him on the elbow. He grunted into your ear and then let out a shaky moan, and you could swear you heard no sound more heavenly than his sounds of pleasure. 

“That’s it-” Muttered Jiyan, his lips ghosting your earlobe before he caught it gently between his teeth, and in response you dug your fingernails into his back, his tacet mark not being shown any mercy. His hips stutter but he doesn’t stop, the mellow pain sends him to crave more, makes him chase the pleasure with fervor and desperation put in every thrust until he has you shaking underneath him and crying out from the pleasure, his weight comfortably holding you down as he keeps drilling his cock into you. 

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cw ᰔ soft n sweet jiyan, a bit spicy n suggestive but otherwise sfw. reader wears a skirt and heels. under 18 please dni.

jiyan, the big, strong, commanding general takes a knee to help you remove your heels after a long night out. deft fingers, though battle-hardened, loosen the delicate straps and massage the curve of your sole once your shoes are gone.

he kisses your ankle, gradually moving up the inside of your calf, hooking your leg over his shoulder as he stops at your knee. all the while, you watch intently and squirm, perched on the arm of the couch.

beneath the low lamp light, he sighs against your soft skin, and you see his honey-gold eyes change, now more akin to dark amber as he continues to lavish you with the love he'd barely restrained all night.

"i've got you all to myself now, my love," he murmurs, the deep timbre of his voice going straight to the pooling warmth in your belly. "i've been patient enough, yes?"

you meet his gaze, your tone holding equal fervor. "you have. now, what do you plan on doing with all our time?"

jiyan grins, showing off perfect teeth and sharp canines, and begins to slowly stand. giggles fill the room as you topple backward onto the couch.

"i only need a moment or two to help you relax," he caresses your leg, your heel resting against his abdomen. the feather-light traces leave goosebumps in their wake. "as for the rest... i could show you better than i could tell you,"

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Content: 18+, NSFW, Minors do not interact, more under the cut.

Contents: 2 cocks Jiyan, implied heat, fem! reader, implied breeding, belly bulge, not proof read, just thirst word vomit

“And you’re sure about this?” Jiyan’s warm breath tickles up the side of your neck, his hands firmly planted on your hips as his chest pressed up against your back; so close you could faintly feel the distant drumming of his racing heart. Arching your back, your arms go over your head and into his hair, smiling softly at him as you stare at the mirror set in front of you.

Two of his cocks stood erect and between your legs, leaking soft pearly beads of precum, the mere sight alone making heat pool between your legs. 

“Yes, Jiyan... We already discussed this, please..” you coo, blush tainting your cheeks as you avoid looking at the flustered reflection of yourself in the mirror, focusing solely on the man behind you that’s barely holding onto the rest of his resolve. He groans as he noses into your neck, eyes screwed shut as he inhales your scent that has his mind swimming. His hips grind up into you, feeling the slick from your cunt drip onto him. Pawing at your hips he hopes to ground you both to stillness, but with the tension and need so high and potent in the air his attempts all fell short. 

“Jiyan, please, you’ve got nothing to worry about.. Please. I want to feel you-” you whine, seeing how much he was holding it all off, even after having spent the last hour or so with his face between your legs, eating you like a man starved of any sustenance. His fingers had pushed you over the edge of ecstasy until your mind had gone dizzy, but it wasn’t enough - you wanted his cocks, not just his fingers. After he spent a month longer than anticipated on the front lines, both of you could use all you could give.

Jiyan looks up, a focused and seemingly stern expression darkening his features as his chin finds purchase on your shoulder, and his eyes look you up and down in the long mirror; his eyes drinking up the way your legs dangled over each of his knees,  leaving you spread for him to see, your skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, and that pretty face of yours - eyes half lidded and clouded with carnal desire he couldn’t ignore. 

His lips meet the skin of your shoulder, humming low in his throat. “Alright.. but if it hurts or becomes too much, tell me.. understand?” He remains ever caring, even as this heat is eating up at his belly like a beast, infecting you with his venom in its wake. You nod, fervently and impatiently, one of your hands dropping down and trailing up his side behind you, your fingers lightly scratching at the skin.

Jiyan lifts you up, strong muscles flexing as he aligns one of his cocks up to your wet slit, probing at your entrance and slowly spearing you down onto himself. Your eyes roll back into your skull, eyes fluttering shut as he finally fills you up, all the way until his tip kisses your cervix. He pushes up to the hilt, groaning at the way your walls fluttered around him, eyes shut once more, hiding those beautiful golden eyes from sight.

His second cock rests against your abdomen, and it only shows how deep inside his first cock reached within you. When you look down, it twitches, the pearly wet beads sliding down his shaft, the tip a frustrated red color, and it only makes you more eager to eventually… take both of his cocks at the same time.

Jiyan’s thrust breaks you out of your daze and thoughts, groaning as he stretches you out more, slow thrusts ensuring you feel all of him and everything he is giving you. From the way his tip throbs for more and down to every ridge and vein that brushes along the sides of your gummy cavern.

“Ahnn- yes..” Mewling, you claw at his side, slowly arching until you could comfortably wrap one arm around his neck, the other remaining down, now tracing his flexed forearm that remained on your hip. Jiyan wasted little thought and took the close proximity as his chance to kiss up at your breast, sucking a mark into the side before catching the nipple in his mouth and sucking. He groans into your skin, bucking up into you harder.

His hips meet yours and you desperately push down to feel more of him, chasing the desire you all craved, needed - deserved, after so much time spent apart.

Noticing his relentless pursuit of simply satisfying you with only one cock, you falter in your movements, the hand on his forearm wrapping around his wrist as you ground your hips against his. “Please- stop-  The second one.. I need both of them in me, please..”

Jiyan all but growls at the loss of momentum, his teeth sinking into the supple flesh below your breast where his head dipped low before rising up to meet your eyes directly. His sharp slitted eyes threaten to break you, although they broke you down to their allure too long ago for it to matter now. His kiss-bruised lips are softly parted, mirroring yours. He looks like has much to say, but none of those words make it to his tongue and before long he is looking down to his neglected cock, panting and thinking. 

You whine, curling your legs underneath you to allow yourself more support and you lift yourself from his cock, making you both hiss in unison as his length slides out until the tip remains kissing your weeping hole. 

“Alright..” Jiyan groaned, looking down at your ass, giving your hip a gentle rub as he took the base of his cocks, guiding the tips to your hole. You can swear your heart is up in your throat in anticipation, feeling the tips prod at your wet slit as he seeks to be gentle and slow. "Carefully, now.. Don't try to rush this.." he grunted as he saw you try and writhe against his iron hold.

Carefully, both tips pop within you, forcing a surprised sound to jump out of you at the sudden feeling the cocks had you feeling. The abundance of wetness was enough to coat both of his cocks and make sliding in much easier, your needy walls clenching onto the two shafts.

The stretch was a little bit much, but determination and lust won in the little battle of the mind, rationale leaving you like a mindless animal as you began to whine and bite at your lip until you were sure it would bleed. Jiyan panted, his chest rising and falling in quick successions as he got the stimulation he craved sincee his eyes laid on you the moment he got home. His brows furrowed down in the most pleading and desperate expression you could remember ever seeing Jiyan wear, his hands on your hips shaking with impatience as his eyes watch the way your hole swallows him up, inch by inch. "That's it... mmmm, good.. good.. hah-"

The shafts create a noticeable bulge in your belly once he finally settles into you fully, letting you get used to the double the size. The feeling of the throb within you, even with the stilnness of his hips, had you thinking you were gonna cum on the spot.

Words fail to escape your throat, so you resort to crying out, whining as you give a small buck of your hips. Your legs feel completely useless now, straddling the sides of his hips.

Effortlessly, Jiyan begins to lift your hips once more, before guiding you to take him again, and again, and again - slowly at first, too fearful to hurt you, but after seeing the pleasure of twisting your face into his favorite expressions, he allowed himself to lose that control. His cocks pressed into your cervix, kissing it over and over again with each thrust and making you see stars behind your eyelids.

“Oh fuck-!” you cried, his hips bucking into you in a desperate pace that had you clinging onto Jiyan, your legs shaking, feeling completely boneless as your own weight pulled you onto him.

Over and over again until you were reeling back, back arching as you writhed against him, the knot in your belly threatening to burst. The tension was nearly painful, Jiyan not being spared of it either with the way your walls squeezed him.

Jiyan’s grunts and moans mixed with your moans, echoing in the intimate space of your bedroom, the creaking of the bed falling deaf on your ears. 

Sensing your approaching orgasm, Jiyan sped up his pace, mercilessly pounding into your womb to chase the ticking pleasure. And with a few powerful thrusts, you spasmed out of control, your orgasm shaking and rippling through you in waves. You moaned, all breath kicked out of your lungs, and another groan was kicked out of you when you felt the abundance of his warm seed spill into your womb, filling you to the brim. As his thrusts came to a slow, his muscular arms curled around your waist, squeezing you affectionately but also making you still in his hold, both of you panting for air and too dazed out to think or move.

Had he not been sitting behind you, you would have simply collapsed from the power of the orgasm. 

"Hah... good girl.. hah.. you took that so well" Jiyan is breathless in his praise, but no less genuine, his lips ghosting your skin and leaving soft kisses.

His cocks twitched with the small after pulses of pleasure, spilling every last drop and not letting it go to waste, making sure your womb accepted it all. 

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Content: Jiyan x F!Reader, smut, 18+, MDNI! More under the cut

Content: soft sex, creampie, cockwarming, pretty vanilla tbh, live laugh love dragon man, wrote this sleep deprived and didn't proof read, so if there are any grammar errors I'll fix them later, trust.

“Come up here-” 

Jiyan panted, breathy words falling from his lips with effort as he fought down soft sounds of pleasure as he grinded his hips into yours. His hand cups around your nape and brings you into his lips, reddened and bruised as they were - he needed more, more of you, more of your taste and touch and love. The unending well of need is insatiable, always open to welcome you in and swallow you whole, cradling you against his chest.

A thin sheen of sweat sits on top of his skin, his chest rising rapidly with each short breath, and you slowly squirm, pushing his shoulders down so he is now laying on his back and you throw one leg over his hip, effectively straddling him. From here, you have quite the sight of the General of the Midnight Rangers, lying beneath you, and so pliant to your affections, but most importantly - he is your dear husband, one you missed too much and all of that love is coming to boil over at this very moment. 

You lean down, kissing across his collarbone, climbing your way up to his neck and you can feel him suck in a breath as you graze your teeth across his pulse point. Your teeth leave faint little red marks across his pale skin, lips sucking here and there until purple blooms in soft petals. His hands are pawing at your sides, feeling your warm flesh in his palms before he claws down at your hips, pushing you  down against his length that is stuck between your two naked bodies, your naked cunt grinding against it. It feels like it has been ages since you began teasing and feeling one another up, taking off clothing, piece by piece until both of you were desperate for more and more.

“Love- hah.. “ Jiyan curls his fingers into your hips, his head thrown back onto the messy bed with covers strewn about.  “Let me feel you- no more teasing” he whispers into your ear and you couldn’t agree more. Sitting upright you gaze into those eyes of molten gold, looking up at you as if you were the work of finest marble and divinity. Embodiment of beauty and peace.

Jiyan’s lips parted slightly, eyes glued to yours until your line of sight led him down to your wet hole. He swallows the lump in his throat as you take his shaft in your hand, pushing yourself up to your knees before guiding his tip to your hole, all while his hands anxiously massage up and down the  sides of your thighs, anticipating eating him up alive. And once you finally sink down his eyes roll back into his head, eyes fluttering shut as he feels your warm walls squeezing him and welcoming him in. A guttural moan rumbles through his throat and he can’t help but buck into you, and the next thrust has your hands sprawled ontop of his chest, searching for stability as he began to fuck himself into you.

He was nothing if not careful, attentive, he still wanted to appreciate you and show you how much he has missed you too, yet as both of you began to lose yourselves in carnal desires, he found himself getting rougher. 

Each thrust had your tits bouncing, right in his face. Your pretty and glazed eyes looking down at him with all adoration one could hold, and your flushed  face and reddened lips threw him in a daze. He was hypnotized. Enarmored.

“My love- you feel so good, you have n-no idea how much I missed you” he groaned  after pushing himself into you to the hilt, simultaneously pulling you down and for a moment he went still, savoring the fluttering of your walls around him. You moaned his name, lust clouding not only your vision but your thoughts as well. So drunk on him.

One of his hands travels up your sides leaving warmth in its wake, trailing all the way up to your shoulder and then down to cup one of your hands in his, pulling it up, towards his lips until he could kiss your palm. He ruts into you all the while, another lingering kiss following the first one before his teeth nip at the inside of your wrist. 

You can feel your insides burning, slick oozing out of your hole and coating his shaft with each thrust. You can feel him so deep within that it drives you mad, making you cry out for him. And he hears you loud and clear, half lidded eyes drinking you in like the finest liquor. 

The hand that held yours flew down to where your bodies joined together, finding your clit and rubbing it in the rhythm of your thrusts, sending electric shocks up your core, all through your spine and up to your shoulders and down to your toes. Whining you squirm on top of him, both of you losing your rhythm as the tension in your bellies threatens to burst.

“Mmm- I’m so close, Jiyan” you mewled, and goodness, your voice alone was enough to make him chase that high with even more fervor. 

“I know, love, I know- come with me..hah.. look at me. Oh, how beautiful you are-” he muses out loud, a flicker of a smile lighting up his lustful eyes as pounds into you from below, pushing moan after moan out of you, making you sing for him.

Your orgasm blinds you, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins as your muscles seized and your walls spasmed as Jiyan filled your greedy hole, spurting deep within you until he had nothing more to give. His face became more red before he released a throaty groan, his own muscles finally slacking from the intense orgasm, just in time to wrap his arms around you after you collapsed onto his chest. His cock remained buried within you even as it grew soft, comforted by the heat and slick. 

The two of you panted, working slowly but desperately to catch your breath. His calloused hands traced up and your naked back,  holding you close to him. 

“I love you.. mm.. I love you so much” you coo at him, picking your head up only to place several kisses along his jaw before kissing his sweet lips. A kiss he gladly returns despite the faint burning in his lungs. “I love you too, dearest” he breathed back,  watching you settle your head against his chest, hearing the quick drumming of his heart. 

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Jiyan x reader |Desiderium

: ̗̀➛ From catching his broadblade to catching feelings x

⚠ Genre/warnings: slight nsfw (heated makeout), pinning, gender neutral reader, mentions of sexual intimacy, childhood friends to lovers

✎ Word count: 4,897 words

ׂׂૢ "Stop," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "Stop trying to take it back. You can't... un-say something like this."

ׂׂૢ "You don't understand," he said, his voice suddenly thick, choked with emotions. "I could never hate you, could never look at you any differently. I..."

ׂׂૢ "Goddamn it," he muttered under his breath. "You don't know what you do to me."

You and Jiyan duel in a remote area in the central plains. He’s top notch unlike you, but you pay no mind to it. You're more focused on spending as much time with him as possible until you'll both need to return to duty as midnight rangers.

The area is surrounded by tall trees and lush, dense bushes. There is a small clearing in the middle, and that's where you and Jiyan have set up for your dueling sessions. It is mostly untouched ground, a flat and smooth plain that serves as the perfect battle stage.

The commander readies his spear and takes a moment to study you, a look of determination in his eyes. This is a familiar dance between the two of you, yet you can sense that today Jiyan is a bit more intense than usual. Maybe it is because he's recently had a particularly challenging mission. He makes the first move, launching a barrage of attacks with precise and calculated movements. Each blow, though controlled, is done with skill and force. You feel like a mouse caught in a cat's game.

Despite the intensity of Jiyan's assault, you try your best to resist. You dodge and parry his strikes, occasionally landing a counterattack of your own. However, Jiyan shows no signs of tiring. He continues his onslaught with unwavering determination. The speed and skill of his spear are truly remarkable. Every move oozes finesse and experience. It's clear that years of training and countless battles have honed his abilities to this level.

"Your fighting technique has improved." the commander comments, even though you have lost incredibly. He sees a slight injury on your hip, causing himself to frown. He instinctively wrapped some bandages around the area.

"You treat me too harshly all the time."

With a sigh, you rolled your eyes. It's not like you didn't like being a resonator; you just didn't like all the military training, although you enrolled because of Jiyan himself. You have had a crush on him since you were kids, and when you found out he was joining the Rangers, your main goal was to fight alongside Jiyan, spend time with him, and ensure his safety. Unfortunately, the military duty and training eventually exhausted you. It became dull. It was so boring that you lost interest in your training, resulting in minor injuries.

Jiyan finishes bandaging the wound on your arm and gazes at you, his expression stern.

"You're not focused," he states in a voice that's all too familiar to you.

Although he's lecturing you, there's a tinge of care lingering in his eyes. He knows the root of your current apathy, although he doesn't explicitly say it.

"Training might seem monotonous, but it's crucial. If you don't take it seriously, you won't improve."

"I am better than any of your troupes, and you know it! I do not need this crappy training! I am treated as if I am one of your soldiers, even though they are nowhere near my level!" You said, clenching your teeth.

You felt small every time Jiyan lectured you after a fight. You did not want him to compare you to a simple soldier.

Jiyan lets out an exasperated sigh, your words clearly annoying him.

"I thought we had this conversation before," he says, crossing his arms. "It's not just about strength. Skill alone isn't enough in a real battle."

He steps closer to you, his eyes meeting yours with a stern but concerned look.

"And you might be better than some of the soldiers, but you're not better than me," he adds, his ego not allowing him to ignore such a direct challenge.

"You are so arrogant, even though you are correct."

The commander lets out a small, amused scoff, his demeanor softening somewhat.

"It's not arrogance if it's true," he retorts with a slight smirk. "And besides, you're just as stubborn for challenging my authority."

He lets the serious expression return, as he continues.

"You need to focus on your training, not just rely on your strength."

***

The two of you are making your way back to Jinzhou in silence. Jiyan glances over at you as you walk, his eyes silently assessing your mood.

"You seem more agitated than usual," he comments, breaking the silence. "Are you still upset from our earlier discussion?"

You shook your head in denial. "I have a lot on my mind."

There's a brief pause in the conversation before Jiyan speaks again, his words careful but sincere.

"I won't force you to share anything, but sometimes talking can ease the burden." He glances at you sideways, his eyes meeting yours momentarily. "We've known each other for a long time... You don't have to handle everything on your own."

"I am aware..." You let out a sigh and stopped walking beside Jiyan. "Just... how should I explain this to you?"

Jiyan stops as well, turning to facing you. His head tilts slightly, curiosity piqued by your hesitance.

"Just say it," he encourages, his gaze steady. "Whatever it is, you can be honest with me."

"The real reason I joined the military was so I could spend more time with you and fight alongside you." You made up a lie.

Jiyan's eyes widen slightly at your admission, surprise briefly flashing across his face. He hadn't expected such a declaration from you. He remains silent for a moment, processing your words and the underlying meaning behind them. A soft sigh escapes his lips as he averts his gaze, a hint of a blush rising on his cheeks. It was undeniable that your presence had been a source of comfort and familiarity to him ever since you were kids.

He glances back at you, his expression a mix of embarrassment and warmth. There's a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"You... joined just to spend time with me?" he asks, his tone a little incredulous. "You could have just said that instead of going through all the trouble with the training and..."

He trails off as realization dawns on him.

"It would not be the same, and you know that!" You groaned, "It would be such a hassle to constantly wait for your return to the city; it is easier to simply be with you every day when duty calls."

A small smile tugs at the corners of Jiyan's lips, his earlier surprise replaced by a mix of affection and appreciation for your reasoning.

"You really are something else," he murmurs, his tone filled with both fondness and mild exasperation. "To go through all that trouble just to be by my side... it's both admirable and ridiculous."

"Well, you know me!" You smirked and gently punched his arm.

Jiyan chuckles softly at the familiarity of the gesture, his hand instinctively rubbing the spot you had just hit.

"Yes, I do," he responds, his smile widening. "You've always been a handful, haven't you?"

He pauses for a moment, his gaze resting on your face, his expression softer.

"But I suppose I wouldn't have it any other way," he adds in a quieter tone.

You blinked at him several times, visibly perplexed by his unexpected softness.

Jiyan notices the perplexed expression on your face and lets out a soft chuckle. He knows he just uttered a rather unexpected statement, especially for him.

As he looks at you, a mixture of embarrassment and sincerity on his face, he clarifies, "I mean... having you by my side, even if you're a handful, is something I've gotten used to."

His cheeks turn slightly pink as he admits this, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes as he gauges your reaction.

"We have been together since we were kids... Not in that way! What I am trying to say is..." You were nervously blurting out words.

Jiyan grins knowingly at your flustered state, enjoying the rare sight of you stumbling uncharacteristically over your words.

He lifts his hand gently to your shoulder, stopping you from further rambling. "I know what you mean."

And he genuinely does. You've been friends, companions, confidants for years, and Jiyan understands the profound bond that has developed.

"I get it," he reassures softly, his gaze now holding an intimate intensity.

"You do?"

Jiyan's hand moves from your shoulder to your chin, tilting it slightly so you're looking directly into his eyes. His gaze is sincere, warm, filled with a familiar yet new intensity.

"I do," he affirms quietly, his voice holding a hint of vulnerability. "Our connection, it runs deeper than mere words can explain, and I... I wouldn't change it for the world."

His fingers lightly brush against your face, a gentle yet intimate gesture.

"Do not say things like that..." You frowned as you met his gaze.

"Why not?" he asked, his tone a mixture of amusement and sincere curiosity. "It's the truth."

He paused, his gaze unwavering as it held yours, before continuing. "I meant what I said. Our bond... it's irreplaceable."

You reddened as you saw him and heard what he said. You had difficulty figuring out whether he was teasing you or did not notice the tone of his voice.

Jiyan's eyes widened slightly as he noticed the flush rising on your cheeks. He hadn't fully realized how his words had come across, or the effect they had on you. But as he felt the warmth under his thumb, and saw how flustered you were, a tinge of understanding washed over him. He held your gaze for a moment, his expression morphing from teasing to genuine affection. He hadn't meant to catch you off guard like this, but there was no denying the truth in his words.

"Let go... will you?"

Jiyan hesitates for a moment, his hand still lingering on your face. He seems reluctant to withdraw his touch, but he complies with your plea.

"Sorry," he apologizes softly, his voice slightly rougher than usual.

The air between you two was filled with a strange tension, the atmosphere charged with unspoken words and feelings. But Jiyan, despite being somewhat flustered, managed to maintain his composure, at least outwardly.

He cleared his throat, an air of aloofness returning. "We should head back," he said, his voice a touch more nonchalant. "It's getting late."

***

As you both walk in silence, the tension between you is palpable. Jiyan is uncharacteristically quiet, his mind seemingly elsewhere. He glances at you every now and then, his gaze lingering before he quickly averts it again.

Soon, rainfall started to gradually fall. You both searched for cover close by, but both failed. As both of you sprinted through the meadow, numerous thoughts ran through your head.

When will you tell Jiyan the full truth? Were you ever planning on doing it? Is it possible for you both to be together?

Love. Making sense of that emotion was difficult.

The rain intensified as you both failed to find shelter. The droplets quickly soaked through your clothes, making the situation more uncomfortable with every passing second.

Jiyan was in a similar state, his usual collected demeanor now slightly less composed. His hair was slick with rainwater, sticking to his face, and his breath came out in soft uneven puffs.

As you ran, the thoughts swirling through your mind were a chaotic jumble, mirroring the turmoil of the storm around you. Love, truth, and the uncertain future were all tangled up in your heart.

You both finally came to a stop under a large tree, its broad branches providing some modicum of comfort and protection from the pouring rain.

Jiyan leaned against the tree, breathless from the dash and the sudden downpour.

He ran a hand through his wet hair, pushing it back from his face, his gaze finding yours. In the dim light, his eyes held a mixture of exhaustion, confusion, and a hint of something else.

The rain continued to fall around you both, the rhythmic sound of droplets against the tree providing an oddly intimate background. The space under the tree seemed even more isolated as the world beyond became a blur of rain and twilight.

Jiyan's glance wandered over your soaked form, taking in the clinging fabric against your skin, your hair damp and tousled. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the words seemed stuck in his throat.

The silence between you both was heavy, the air charged with unspoken thoughts. Jiyan's gaze kept darting to your face, as if searching for something, anything to say.

Yet the words eluded him, the torrential rain mirroring the chaos in his own mind. The situation, the closeness combined with the rain, it was a potent mix, stirring up emotions he perhaps wasn’t ready to confront.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of silent glances and the constant drumming of rain, Jiyan found his voice.

"This rain..." he started, his voice more of a murmur than anything else, "it's quite something, hm?"

His attempt at casual conversation was half-hearted, a poor cover for the palpable tension between the two of you.

"What are you on about?" You frowned at him, visibility confused by his idiotic comment.

Jiyan let out a soft sigh at your blunt reply, his eyes meeting yours in the dim light.

"Small talk," he deadpanned. "I'm making small talk because the silence is deafening."

He shifted his weight against the tree, his gaze remaining fixed on you. His usual cool demeanor was beginning to crack under the mounting tension and the close proximity.

Jiyan's gaze had unintentionally lingered on your body, the wet clothes clinging to your figure in a way that left little to the imagination. But the moment he realized what he was doing, he quickly looked away, a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"I... uh... didn't mean..." he mumbled, his voice trailed off as he searched for the right words to salvage the situation.

"My eyes are up here, you know?" You said, covering yourself as much as you could with your arms and knees against your chest.

Jiyan's face flushed at your comment, and he glanced back at you, his eyes meeting yours.

He knew he was caught red-handed, but he had hoped you hadn't noticed the brief lapse in judgment.

"Right... sorry. It's the rain. Your clothes..." he trailed off again, the sight of you, now trying to cover yourself more, making it difficult for him to form coherent sentences.

"What the hell do I say to that?"

He paused, realizing he was making the situation worse with every word. He closed his eyes and steadied himself with a deep breath.

"I swear I'm not usually like this," he said quietly, his voice holding a mixture of apology and frustration.

Jiyan watched as you settled into a more comfortable position, your head resting on your knees, your eyes fixed on the falling raindrops. The sound of the rain was a soothing background, creating a moment of serenity despite the chaotic situation.

He remained silent, his own gaze shifting between you and the rain, his mind caught in a tangle of thoughts and emotions. He wanted to say something, to break the silence, but the words eluded him once more.

***

"Do you ever think about me?"

Jiyan's attention snapped back to you, his eyes widening slightly at your blunt question. The question hung in the air between you both, its weight settling in Jiyan's chest.

He took a moment to collect himself, his gaze never leaving your face. "Of course I do," he admitted quietly. "All the time..."

He paused, his voice dropping to a murmur, "More than I probably should."

You slowly turned your head towards him, "R-Really...?"

Jiyan met your gaze, the honesty in his words reflected in his eyes. "Yes, really," he affirmed, his voice low and quiet.

He held your gaze, his expression open and vulnerable. It was as if the rain and the isolated quiet of the clearing had stripped away his usual aloofness, leaving only raw honesty.

"I think about you more than I care to admit," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

The air between you was thick with tension, the rain providing a backdrop to the quiet confessions.

Jiyan swallowed, his throat dry, as he continued, "It's hard not to when you're so... everything. You're just... there, in a way I can't shake."

He stopped, his eyes searching yours for any sign of understanding or response, the words he was speaking surprising even him.

"Jiyan..." You closed your eyes and turned your head back to face the front. It was your time to pour the truth out in the open now.

"I did not join the military because I wanted to spend more time with you, or because I enjoyed the adrenaline." I went on, "I did it because I liked you, and I still do."

Jiyan felt his heart skip a beat at your confession, your words echoing loudly in the quiet space between you.

He hadn't expected such honesty, such a direct admission of feelings. His mind reeled as he tried to process your words, his jaw tightening as he struggled to find the right response.

"You... what?" he managed to get out, his voice betraying his surprise.

"You heard me..." You replied, your own voice cracking from nervousness. Your palms were sweating and your head was lightly spinning. You did it. You confessed.

Jiyan pushed himself away from the tree, moving a few steps closer to you, the distance between you feeling like an insurmountable chasm in his current state.

"You're serious?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly. He needed to hear it again, needed to confirm that this wasn't just a product of his imagination, his deepest wish playing out in his mind.

Jiyan's gaze never wavered as he stood over you, forcing you to meet his eyes. The close proximity, combined with the intense intensity of his stare, made the air feel even more charged.

"Say it again," he urged, his voice rough around the edges.

"What...?"

Jiyan's eyes narrowed slightly, his patience slowly wearing thin. "Don't play coy now," he said, his voice strained. "You know what I'm asking."

He took another step closer, towering over you, his gaze firm. "Say it. Say you like me. Again."

You stood up and said, shyly, "I like you." You were now more aware of what you had admitted just a minute before.

No matter how many times Jiyan repeated those words, they still held the same power, the same weight. But hearing them directly, from you - it was different, it was real.

He swallowed, his hands clenching and unclenching subconsciously at his side. He wanted to reach out, to close the distance between you, but he held back, his heart still struggling to process this new information.

"How long?" he asked, his voice quiet, almost breathless.

"Does it matter? Its not like its useful information-"

"It matters to me, damn it," he retorted, his voice a low growl. "You drop a bomb like this on me and expect me not to care how long you've felt this way?"

Jiyan's eyes darkened at your blunt response. It mattered to him. The length of your feelings, the depth of your confession - all of it mattered.

You tightened your fists and turned away from him. "Been... a while..." You began, but then added, "Since... well, forever."

He drew in a sharp breath, the single word reverberating through his mind. He hadn't realized, hadn't even considered the possibility that your feelings could run so deep, so long.

He reached out, his hand gently gripping your shoulder, trying to turn you back to face him. "Look at me," he said, his voice hoarse.

"Look, I am sorry; I shouldn't have said anything! I probably made things too awkward between us right now, and you hate me! You will never look at me again, and you will replace my military position with someone else-" you were nervously blurting out words and avoiding his gaze.

Jiyan listened to your nervous, incoherent rambling, his heart constricting more with each word. You were panicked, trying to backtrack, to retract your confession.

He gripped your shoulder harder, forcing you to turn to him. The intensity in his eyes was almost fierce, his expression one of pure determination.

"Stop," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "Stop trying to take it back. You can't... un-say something like this."

His grip on your shoulder loosened, but his hands remained on you, silently anchoring you in place. His eyes roamed over your face, absorbing the sight of you, your eyes avoiding his.

"You don't understand," he said, his voice suddenly thick, choked with emotions. "I could never hate you, could never look at you any differently. I..."

His words trailed off, his throat tightening as he grappled with expressing the tangle of feelings in his chest.

He drew in a shaky breath, his thumbs gently massaging your shoulders in an unconscious gesture of comfort.

"Goddamn it," he muttered under his breath. "You don't know what you do to me."

The moment the words left his lips, his control snapped.

⚠

Jiyan's hands moved up from your shoulders to cradle your face, his fingers threading into your damp hair. His eyes burned with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat, and then he was kissing you.

It was a rough, impatient kiss, his frustration and pent-up emotions poured into the contact. He pulled you closer, his body pressed against yours, his touch desperate and possessive

The kiss deepened, his tongue seeking entry to your mouth, a silent plea for more, for everything. His hands wandered, one moving down to the small of your back, pulling you closer, the other moving down to grip your hip, holding you in place, as if afraid you'd slip away.

His lips left yours, trailing a path of kisses down to your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He inhaled deeply, his nose burying into the crook of your shoulder, his senses filled with the scent of you, the feel of you under his touch.

He pressed you back into the tree, pinning you between the hard surface and his body. His kisses became more frantic, his teeth nipping at your skin, his hands roaming over your damp clothes, as if he couldn't get enough, as if he was trying to brand you, to make you his.

His mouth found yours again, his kiss fiercer, more relentless. He pressed himself fully against you, the hard planes of his body molding against you, his thigh finding its way between your legs, creating an intimate friction that made you gasp into his mouth.

The rain continued to fall around you, the sound a distant background to the chaotic beating of your hearts. Jiyan's kisses were becoming more demanding, his body pressed against yours, his touch possessive.

He moved his mouth to your ear, his voice low and rough. "You... drive me crazy," he whispered, his words punctuated with breathless kisses along your jawline.

"W-wait Jiyan..." You were melting into his touch.

Jiyan seemed to hear your words, recognizing the plea for a pause in your voice, though he was reluctant to release you.

His lips left your earlobe, and he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. The heat in his gaze hadn't abated, but there was a hint of uncertainty now, a question in his eyes.

"What is it?" His voice was gruff, his chest heaving against yours as he forced himself to slow down, to give you space to speak.

"You..." You were out of breath and energy to coherent a sentence. Your head was dizzy from the situation.

His head dropped to your shoulder, his forehead resting against the skin of your neck, his body practically slumped against yours.

He was fighting to control his breathing, to slow the racing of his heart. His hands still gripped your hips, thumbs rubbing into the flesh of your waist, a reflexive need to keep you close.

"I know," he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. "I know, I know."

His eyes flickered over your face, tracing the features he knew so well, yet somehow seemed completely new at this moment.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his hands loosening their grip on your hips, shifting to a lighter touch, as he struggled to find his composure. "I didn't mean to be so... rough."

"In combat, in... kissing.." you added teasingly.

Jiyan chuckled, a self-deprecating sound, at your words.

"Old habits," he admitted, his thumb brushing over your hip bone in a tender gesture. "In combat, I'm all instinct. With you..."

He paused, his eyes lowering to where his thumb was tracing small circles on your skin. "With you, it's hard to hold back."

"Good to know." You gave him a blunt response.

His gaze snapped back up at your response, his eyes narrowing, a hint of a challenge in their depths.

"Careful," he warned, his voice dropping an octave. "You shouldn't tempt me like that."

Eventually you looked down at the ground, clearing your throat. "Jiyan... what are we? What were we all this time?"

Jiyan's gaze followed yours, his eyes also falling to the rain-splattered ground. The question you've asked lingered, heavy between you.

"I... don't know."

His voice held a hint of uncertainty, a hint of the confusion that swirled in his mind.

"We were friends. We were comrades." He listed them off, each title feeling too simple, too lacking.

"I... care about you, obviously." He continued, lifting his gaze back to your face.

"Obviously." You interrupted with a hint of sarcasm in your tone.

A small, rueful smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, obviously," he echoed, shaking his head slightly as if to clear it.

He let out a huff, his hands dropping from your hips to his sides. "It's more than that, though," he said, his eyes searching yours, as if looking for understanding or validation.

"We have a... connection. A bond, deeper than just friendship." He paused, his brow furrowing as he tried to find the right words. "We trust each other. We... care about each other's well-being. We've been through a war together."

His words trailed off, his eyes still holding your gaze.

"We... make a good team," his voice was softer now, almost vulnerable.

His eyes held a mixture of emotions - uncertainty, vulnerability, affection. He was laying bare his thoughts, his feelings, to you, silently hoping you understood what he was trying to say.

"This cannot be the final conclusion after you just kissed me until i almost dropped." You crossed your arms in disbelief.

Jiyan couldn't help the small, wry smile that tugged at his lips at your unexpected response.

"No, it isn't," he agreed, his eyes still holding yours. "It isn't the only conclusion."

He took a step closer to you, closing the small distance he'd created when he let go of your hips. His hands reached out and gently took yours, his thumbs running over your knuckles.

"There are... other possibilities," he continued, lifting your hands to the level of his face, his gaze lingering on them for a moment.

His fingers traced the contours of your fingers, mapping the lines and curves as if committing them to memory. Then, he brought them to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your knuckles.

"Possibilities that involve... more kissing," he said, his voice low, the smile still clinging to his mouth.

His eyes flicked up to yours, watching your reaction to his words, a hint of the raw desire he'd displayed earlier returning to his gaze.

You nervously chuckled as a blush spread on your cheeks. You never met a flirty Jiyan before - the one you definitely don't find unpleasant, but rather amusing instead.

A genuine smile spread across Jiyan's face at the sound of your chuckle. It was a sound he didn't hear often enough from you, and he relished it, treasuring the moments when you let your guard down.

"You should laugh more often," he commented, his smile still fixed in place. "It suits you."

He moved closer, his body almost pressed against yours again. One of his hands moved to your face, his fingers tracing the line of your chin, his touch surprisingly gentle in comparison to the intensity of his earlier actions.

"Smile more, laugh more," he murmured, his tone shifting to a soft, tender one. His fingers continued their path down your chin, his touch light and caressing. "And maybe... kiss me more too."

You smiled, throwing your hands around his neck.

A low, rough sound escaped from his lips, half-laughter, half-desire, as you clung to him. He buried his face into the crook of your shoulder again, inhaling your scent, now mixed with the rain and the faint tinge of sweat.

The ambiguity of your relationship, your friendship and comradeship - it all seemed to fall into place, the lines between them blurred and indistinct.

Jiyan held you close, his grip tightening around your waist. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, another to your neck, his lips trailing a path to your jaw.

As you clung to each other in the rain, the world around you seemed to fade, the only tangible realities being the heat of each other's bodies and the pounding of your hearts.

First post woohoo !

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Jiyaaaan request coming your way~

While training his soldiers, one of them accidentally calls him 'Dad'. This leads to the reader teasing them but Jiyan teases back by calling them 'Mom' (or the gender neutral for it?)

(Was reading tv tropes and Jiyan had the 'A Father to his Men' tropes in his character tab lol)

A/n: Anon this request was so sweet, thank you sm for sending it in! Jiyan the father of an army fr.. I do hope I executed it well. Enjoy!

Content: Jiyan x F!Reader, fluff and playful stuff, nothing more

The morning sun had long since shifted its axis towards the center of the sky, blazing down through cotton clouds that sailed the azure skies. Below them, in the open fields, west of the main base cacophony sounded, consisting of commands, groans and other sounds of effort as the Midnight Ranger performed their training. And today Jiyan had come to overlook the session himself, although it wouldn’t be the first time. He was often so preoccupied with tasks at the front lines that he didn’t have the time to be leading drills too frequently, but when he did get the chance to do so he would take it. While it wasn’t a full reprieve from the battle, it was still a stark contrast to the grotesque and twisted fates he’d see daily on the battlefield.

Jiyan was noticeably more disheveled by the end, hair messy and hanging in strands and clinging to his sweaty forehead, hands on his hips as his voice rose to meet all ears present. You have just been passing by, helping carry supplies that just came in, and loading old and empty boxes back to be refilled in the city. For once there was no rush that would make your legs ache or your lungs hurt, allowing you all the precious time to bask in the views, the soft chatter and, of course, your dear lover.

The sun caught his figure and formed a golden aura around him, his skin glistening, and you couldn’t help but take a seat at one of many big boxes at the side of the training grounds after you had finished your task. In passing you caught a few looks, and a few smiles of the soldiers you knew from before. They looked much  more lively, despite the rigorous training they just went through. It made your heart warm seeing them in better spirits, wishing nothing more than to see them prevail and be happy. And just as you had recognized a bunch of familiar faces did Jiyan conclude his small speech, about to dismiss everyone with advice of rest hanging on every word. He had spotted you from the start, when you were going by with supplies in arms and soon he’d have a chance to speak to you too, he thought.

“General Jiyan! General Jiyan, a word or two- if I may?” 

It was a voice of one of the new recruits, Jiyan noted as he gazed at the face of the youth, a boy of twenty or so years by the looks of it, and eyes full of curiosity and admiration. He had come up to Jiyan just as he had turned towards you, prompting him to stay rooted in his spot a little longer. A few more young rangers came up behind the recruit, sharing the same curiosity but also being aware of whatever the recruit had on his mind.

“Yes? Is there something you need?” Jiyan questioned, looking at the young man. From his peripheral vision he spotted you moving down from the boxes and joining his side, staying quiet after a short word of greeting towards his Rangers, but your presence felt like a cool breeze under this sun, and he appreciated it all the more.

“I just wanted to say how great today’s training session was, we learned so much more than we did with our drill sergeant” he praised, smiling up at Jiyan all the while, “And I just wanted to ask whether or not you’ll be leading our training session tomorrow as well? Or any other day that is, we would really benefit from your teaching. I mean, you've seen it all for yourself at the front lines!"

The other few with him nodded along, prompting a small smile of pride to form on your face from seeing their fascination with Jiyan. To them he was everything they aspired to be - strong, enduring, tough but not lacking kindness or knowledge. There were times where they were scared to approach him, not knowing how he’d react to their questions, but from observing his interactions with others they warmed up to the idea and plucked all their courage. 

A polite smile curled up on Jiyan’s face as he regarded the youth with gentle golden eyes. His presence as the drill sergeant today wasn’t due to his availability, but a simple coincidence and necessity to fill the shoes of their drill sergeant that had been injured due to Tacet Discords, and Jiyan just happened to be able to be there. “Ah, you have my thanks, rangers. If a replacement for your drill sergeant does not arrive tomorrow and I am not required to be at the front lines, then I will be leading your training tomorrow as well” he told them, which pleased them greatly to hear.  “Although I’m sure Sargent Jin’xi has much more to teach you, something much more important for your sound development in this profession. You cannot take his method lightly. He has seen everything I have, as well. His knowledge is as valuable to your growth, and even more so than mine. You need the good foundation he can give you” He was aware of how confusing or hard it could be to listen to Jin’xi, as the sergeant had quite the eye for details and slow progress in lessons due to his meticulous nature - but that also made him all the better for his station. He was observant and could pluck out bad behavior and mistakes like weeds, and that is better to be done here, than in the middle of battle.

“We know, general, but sergeant Jin’xi is just so hard on us.. sometimes it really seems like he has no limit” one of the women standing behind voiced, earning a look from Jiyan that spoke of his understanding but also his disagreement with the subtle message they were trying to send - please, replace sergeant Jin’xi, or, save us.

“Yeah! One time I accidentally mixed up the weapons in the storage room and he had me do everything on my own again, saying how such mistakes can’t happen on the front lines, how it all means life or death” the first young man said, brushing his fingers through his hair and sighing. “I understand it, but we just got here..” he added and looked at his comrades. 

What was supposed to be a short chit-chat turned swiftly into a gossip galore about Jin’xi. Had Jiyan been any different from the man he was currently, he would’ve scolded them, taken offense at how they spoke about his colleague, but he was in their shoes once, always on edge around the higher ups, and he wished not to bring that same unease to them. He didn’t fail to remind them to not speak like this in front of everyone, and to respect sergeant Jin’xi when he does eventually return, and they gave him their word.

The first young man that approached looked at Jiyan after their discussion, both hands on his hips and looking more relaxed. “We won’t forget that, I promise on my last name! Still, we appreciate your kindness, and one more thing dad- I MEAN- GENERAL!” His entire face crumbled into a look of terror, and all eyes of the group shot to him, looks of surprise and amusement appearing before several of them erupted into laughter after taking a wary glance at Jiyan - who was not offended.

“General Jiyan! Oh god- I apologize, general, I don’t know where that came from-” he stammered, shaking his head and his hands, face flushed from sheer embarrassment. More choked words tumbled out of his mouth, desperate to excuse himself and forget about this. 

Jiyan can’t help but chuckle, the corners of his lips twitching in a failed attempt to hold back his smile. “At ease, recruit. You have not done any crime” he nods at the other, his eyes softening and not showing any sign that he’s about to dish out some punishment - that’d be ridiculous. 

You can’t help but crack a laugh too, covering your lips with your hand as to stifle the sound, but your mirth was evident in your eyes. “Have I missed a chapter? I didn’t know you had kids, general Jiyan” you teased, earning a few shocked but heavily amused looks from the group. Giggles erupted once more, all stifled as they waited for Jiyan to respond to the quip.

Jiyan turns his head to look at you, his eyes boring into yours and questioning your intentions - you can read the thoughts going through your head and your smile only widens in a silent call to a challenge of wits. He didn’t expect you to say something like that, but he could only huff, hiding his amusement under an abrupt guise of confusion.

“Kids?.. Why, I had hoped you’d recognize your own kids, Miss (L/N)” he shot back instantly, making your jaw drop at his rebuttal, a gasp flying past your mouth. “General” you said, accusations plenty heard in your tone as the atmosphere melted into one of jest and play.

Many eyes flickered between you and him, taking in the easy way you conversed with one another.

“Yes? What’s the surprise for? The recruits look up to you too, if you fail to notice. You can confirm with them right now” he is shifting the spotlight to you, and the recruits are quick to jump in too. “It is right, miss. Personally I haven’t been around you for long, no longer than I interacted with the General, but you two are alike, you treat us new ones with a firm but kind hand” a young woman said, smiling at you, and you feel your heart climb into your throat. 

“Can we really be surprised, they’re always together too-” "Aren't they married?" Whispering is heard amidst the group, and Jiyan looks amidst the faces to catch the one that said that but fails to do so, or refuses to weed out the individuals, and his eyes go back to you to catch your response. It’d be a lie to say your relationship with him was a secret, everyone knew there was something deeper between the two of you, something you didn’t show in public due to the war and status, but it was undeniably there. Still, hearing it loud and clear like this was like a splash of cold water. Despite their chatter, the group remained respectful, sweet in their musings.

“Ah, quiet, I do not want to hear it. This is about you, General”

“Ah, don’t run from it now. You’re the one that started this” he commented, rolling his eyes as he folded his arms over his chest. “Anyway, you’re all dismissed. I have a word with.. mother over here. Off you all go. I will see you all in the morning for another training drill. Get some rest” he speaks to the group, gazing upon their faces, only to see how they looked at him with some sort of childhood wonder, and that’s when he realized he must be flushed too. A sheepish smile bloomed on his face. 

“Alright! Awesome-” “Yes, sir!"

“Have a good day, General! And you too, Miss!” 

He watched them leave, bidding them all farewell, and when he turned to face you again he saw you pinching the bridge of your nose, hiding away the biggest smile of the day, the apples of your cheeks redder than before. The Midnight Rangers were undeniably close in connection, having spent so many nights and days huddled together for warmth or laughs or protection, and this small exchange only warmed Jiyan’s heart, to witness how positively they felt around him - and you. 

“Didn’t think we’d become parents so soon. Have we gotten that old already?” Jiyan commented, tone softer in a way he only addressed you when you were alone, and there was no one near the training grounds to hear you.

“Oh, shut up, Jiyan-” you playfully snapped, biting your lip as you looked up at him, stifling a giggle. “You are unbelievable!”

“Hm? Did you expect me to stay quiet today or ignore your quips?” he smiled bigger and you have to admire the little dimples in his cheeks as the smile reaches his eyes, making them squint at you softly.

“I don’t know what I expected, but your response was certainly the last thing I expected” you replied and shook your head, as if that would shake off the redness tinting your skin, imitating him now by crossing your arms. The two of you were looking at each other, wordlessly admiring your red faces while throwing these little quips at one another. 

“Ah.. you’ll get used to it, dearest wife”

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Bruises and Blossoms

Pairing: Jiyan x f! Midnight Rangers reader Word count: 3165 words Trigger warnings: Injuries, mentions of blood, violence, mentions of death. Plot: Jiyan is gravely injured and saved by the resilient and resourceful field medic, (Y/N), whose unwavering dedication and quick thinking catch his eye amidst the chaos of war.

Author Note: I have been writing fics about WuWa characters developing feelings for someone. I could not help but indulge in this after playing WuWa from the past few days. If you liked it, then reblogs are appreciated, Thank you!

The battlefield was a symphony of chaos, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid stench of smoke. Tacet Discords, their dark forms swirling like a malevolent storm, descended upon them. Jiyan led his troops into the fray against the looming threat to Jinzhou and Huanglong. His blade cut through the fog on the enemy with lethal precision.

But the Tacet Discords were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless as they swarmed over the battlefield. It felt like an other outbreak was on the verge of breaking through and Jiyan was resolved to quell it before it got to that point. Jiyan fought with all his strength, his heart pounding with adrenaline as he pushed himself beyond his limits to protect his troops from the brunt of the attacks.

Suddenly, amidst the chaos, a joint attack from the Crownless and the Tempest Memphis caught Jiyan off guard. Despite his best efforts, he found himself overwhelmed, his vision blurring as pain seared through his body. Blood filled Jiyan's mouth as he struggled to maintain his footing, his ears ringing with the clamor of battle. But even in the midst of his pain, he refused to yield, his determination unwavering as he faced his enemies head-on. Slaying the crownless, Jiyan collapsed to his knees, trying to catch his breath and recover. Black spots emerged in his vision and he shook his head, trying to remain focused. Amidst the chaos, a familiar voice cut through the din, pulling him back from the brink of darkness.

An on-field medic approached at Jiyan's side "General! focus on me," she urged, her voice firm yet comforting as she assessed his injuries. Her hands moving with practiced precision as she tended to his injuries with the supplies she was carrying. "Let me patch you up."

But Jiyan, his resolve as strong as ever, swatted her hand away. He insisted that he was fine, his voice strained with pain. "There are others who need your help more than I do," he protested, his gaze flickering with concern for his troops. “I’ll be alright.”

Yet the medic, undeterred by Jiyan's protests, remained steadfast in her resolve. "You need medical attention, General," she insisted, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Let me do my job."

"I'm not leaving you like this," She retorted, her tone firm as she continued to patch up Jiyan's injuries. "No man left behind, remember?"

As she outlined Jiyan's injuries in her terminal, recording and transmitting the message to the infirmary, she detailed the extent of his wounds. "He's broken his arm, sustained a deep femoral artery laceration, and has multiple contusions and abrasions," she reported, her voice steady despite the urgency of the situation. "We'll need a transfusion and surgical intervention."

With practiced efficiency, she stabilized Jiyan's broken arm, carefully wrapping it in a makeshift splint to prevent further injury after removing his signature midnight green gardebras. Administering pain medication, she sought to alleviate his discomfort, her hands moving with gentle precision as she worked.

As she wrapped a tourniquet around his open wound to stem the bleeding, she barked commands to the surrounding troops, directing them to cover their path back to the infirmary. "We need a clear path, now!" She pointed to two soldiers. “You two. Cover for me and the general till we make it to the infirmary. Take defense positions at the back.” She then points to another soldier beside them. “You take the front. What? Do I look like I have sprouted two horns? Move. Now!”  With Jiyan's uninjured arm draped around her, she lifted the general up, staggering a bit due to his weight before stabilizing herself.

Despite his delirium from the pain and blood loss, Jiyan couldn't help but notice the warmth of her presence, her lively nature. "You're like a whirlwind, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice laced with admiration as she dragged him towards the relative safety of the infirmary.

Despite the chaos and confusion of the battlefield, Jiyan finds himself drawn to the medic at his side. Was she glowing? He couldn't help but wonder as he struggled to keep up with her brisk pace. How could someone be so beautiful, almost amidst the carnage of war? Though the scent of blood and smoke filled his senses, he could still smell was the antiseptic and medicines that she had used on him, comforting him. As she dragged him towards the infirmary, Jiyan weakly protested against her, insisting that he would be fine. She seemingly ignored his words, only to focus on the task at hand. And in that moment, as he clung to her for support, Jiyan knew that he was in good hands.

Inside the infirmary, the harsh lights made everything seem too bright and painful. Jiyan was gently lowered onto the bed, his muscles screaming in protest with each movement. Through bleary eyes, he watched as the medic busied herself. Jiyan’s eyes fixed on her, noting the blood, his blood, smeared on her skin and on her clavicle. He noticed the small injuries that marred her too. Her hair, disheveled from the chaos, fell out of place from its tie, framing her face. With his uninjured hand, he reached out and tucked a stray strand behind her ear, his touch lingering for a moment. “You are injured too. Make sure to get it patched.”

She glanced at him, a mix of frustration and tenderness in her eyes. "You need to rest, General," she admonished, her voice soft yet firm. "Let us handle the battlefield for now. Your troops need you to recover."

Jiyan managed a weak smile, his vision blurring again. "You... you're quite something," he murmured, his voice trailing off. “What is your name, soldier?”

She stood up, her expression softening as she looked down at him. "And you're quite stubborn," she replied, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Take care and recover soon. Your troops have got this, and you need to focus on resting." She wiped his blood off her using a few wet wipes as more medics gathered to tend to the general. “My name is (Y/N).” She said, as the medics began working on treating him.

Jiyan managed a weak smile, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion. "Thank you, (Y/N)." he murmured, his voice barely audible.

"You're welcome," she replied, still smiling. “Let the medics tend to you. I’ll be off now.”

As she turned to leave, her figure was haloed by the harsh light, making her seem almost ethereal. Jiyan watched her go, the scent of antiseptic and the warmth of her presence lingering even as he drifted into unconsciousness.

Days had passed since the chaotic battle, and Jiyan, who transferred to the hospital in Jinzhou city was gradually recovering. His body, still wrapped in bandages and dressings, bore the marks of the intense skirmish. His broken arm was securely cast, the deep laceration on his hip stitched and bandaged, and the myriad of contusions and abrasions were cleaned and dressed. The medics had done their job well, but amidst their care, Jiyan's mind lingered on one thought: the medic who had saved him.

(Y/N), she had said her name was. She hadn't served directly under him before, always stationed at a distant outpost. The recent upheavals had brought many changes to their forces, including her reassignment to the Northern border of Huanglong. He'd learned through her records that she was exemplary, her combat skills and medical background making her a perfect fit for an on-field medic. Jiyan knew he needed to thank her, not just for her skillful treatment, but for her unwavering determination to save his life.

Her image was etched into his mind: her firm yet gentle hands tending to his wounds, her unwavering resolve, and that fleeting moment when he had tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. Despite the pain and blood loss, he remembered the warmth of her presence

The Tacet Discord outbreak from that fateful day had been contained, though at a grave cost. Several lives had been lost, each one a heavy burden on Jiyan's heart. As he regained his strength, he prepared himself for a somber duty he never neglected: honoring the fallen. With a pouch of Emortia seeds in his hand, Jiyan made his way to Knell Square, the hallowed ground where he planted these seeds to commemorate the soldiers who had perished in battle.

Stepping out into the streets of Jinzhou, Jiyan felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him. The city was alive with activity, but he sought solace in the quieter parts. His path took him away from the bustling marketplace, past the familiar landmarks of the city, and towards Knell Square.

As Jiyan approached the square, the familiar sight of Emortia flowers greeted him, their delicate petals swaying gently in the breeze. He paused for a moment, taking in the serenity of the scene, his heart heavy with the names and faces of the comrades he had lost. But then, his gaze caught sight of a solitary figure standing by the flower bed, lost in thought.

(Y/N) stood there, her posture relaxed yet somehow somber. She seemed absorbed in the sight of the flowers; her eyes distant as if she were communing with the spirits of those who had passed. The soft light of the late afternoon cast a gentle glow on her, highlighting the subtle strength and grace that had left such an impression on him.

Jiyan's heart skipped a beat as he watched her. He hadn't expected to run into her here, and the sight of her brought back a flood of memories from the battlefield. He wondered what she was thinking about, what memories or emotions had drawn her to this quiet place. He took a moment to observe her, the way her eyes seemed to soften as she looked at the flowers, the way her hands gently brushed against the petals. He cleared his throat, stepping beside her. "I didn’t expect to run into you in Jinzhou."

(Y/N) turned to him, a gentle smile forming on her lips. "General Jiyan," she greeted, her voice soft. “I see that you are recovering quickly.” She turned back to the flowers. “I was here to collect some personal supplies and stopped by to admire these flowers. They are quite beautiful, aren’t they?”

Jiyan nodded, stepping closer to stand beside her. "They do. Each one represents a life, a sacrifice. It's a way for me to remember and honor them. I plant these seeds for the rangers who lost their lives." he said quietly.

She looked back at the flowers; her expression thoughtful. "These flowers... they carry so many memories…”

There was a moment of silence between them, the weight of their shared losses hanging in the air. Jiyan took a deep breath, summoning the words he had been wanting to say. "Thank you," he began, his voice earnest. "For saving me that day. I owe you, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) waved a hand dismissively, but there was a twinkle in her eye. "I was just doing my duty, General. But next time, let me do my job without fighting back.” There was a hint of frustration in her eyes. “You of all people should know that without a general, the army would have fallen into disarray."

Jiyan felt a pang of sheepishness at her words, but he nodded in acknowledgment. "You're right," he admitted. "I was stubborn. But so were you. Your quick thinking and actions saved me. Your efforts will be formally acknowledged."

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she shook her head. "No need for formalities, General. Knowing that you're alive and well is enough for me. I don't want praise," (Y/N) said, her voice firm yet soft. "I didn't do it for the recognition. I did it because it's my duty, and I want to be more efficient in that duty. I could have saved more lives that day if I was better."

Jiyan nodded slowly. "I do. It's a heavy burden, knowing lives depend on your actions. But that's also what makes it so important."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened slightly, a spark of recognition flashing in them. "That's right. You were a medic before you became a general. I'd almost forgotten about that."

Jiyan smiled faintly. "It's not something I talk about often, but it's a part of who I am."

She gave him an incredulous look, almost looking offended. “You, of all people, should know better than to resist treatment on the battlefield! Next time, I'll tie you up if I have to."

A chuckle escaped Jiyan before he could stop it, and (Y/N)'s eyes widened in surprise. "Something the matter?" he asked, bemused.

She shook her head, a look of astonishment on her face. "I don't think I've ever heard you chuckle before," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "It suits you more than your usual frown and scowl."

Jiyan was momentarily stunned by her words. He wasn't used to such candid observations about his demeanor. "I suppose I should thank you for that," he said, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

(Y/N) returned his smile, her gaze focused on the sky for a moment, "I'll leave you to your moment with the flowers, General," she said, stepping back to give him space.

As she began to walk away, Jiyan found himself not wanting her to leave just yet. "Wait," he called after her, his voice catching slightly. "Would you... would you help me plant these seeds?"

(Y/N) turned back, her smile widening as she walked back to him. "Of course, General. I'd be honored."

They knelt together by the flower bed, the pouch of Emortia seeds in Jiyan's hand. He handed a few seeds to (Y/N), their fingers brushing lightly. Together, they dug small holes in the soil, carefully placing the seeds within.

"Each seed represents a life," Jiyan said quietly, his voice filled with reverence. "A sacrifice that must never be forgotten."

(Y/N) nodded, her eyes reflecting the same solemn respect. "And each flower that blooms is a reminder of their bravery and our duty to honor them."

They worked in silence for a while, the act of planting the seeds almost meditative. The gentle rustling of the flowers and the distant sounds of the city created a peaceful backdrop to their task.

As they finished planting the last of the seeds, Jiyan looked at (Y/N), admiration evident in his eyes. "Thank you," he said, his voice sincere. "For everything."

(Y/N) smiled, her lively spirit shining through once more. "You're welcome, General. And thank you for your service. We all rely on your strength and leadership."

With the seeds planted, they stood together, taking a moment to appreciate the serene beauty of Knell Square. The Emortia flowers swayed gently in the breeze, their delicate petals a symbol of hope and remembrance.

"I should be going," (Y/N) said softly. "But if you ever need someone to tie you down for treatment again, you know where to find me, General."

Jiyan chuckled, a genuine smile breaking across his face. "I'll keep that in mind," he replied. “And please, call me Jiyan.”

“Jiyan…” She repeated, nodding at him. “Alright then, I’ll do just that.”

As (Y/N) repeated his name, a warm feeling spread through his chest. He didn't want her to leave just yet. There was something about her presence that he found comforting, something that made him want to know more about her.

He recalled Mortefi's words, a dear friend who often chided him for being too stoic and reserved. "You need to put yourself out there, Jiyan. Go on dates, meet new people, relax a little. Stop being a tragic brooding hero all the damn time and go live your life."

Jiyan had never thought he desired companionship. After all, the Jué had entrusted him with a duty, a responsibility that he had always taken seriously. But this woman, (Y/N), had come out of nowhere, stirring feelings within him that he had never felt before. It made him yearn for more and all he wanted was to be the subject of her attention at the moment.

Summoning his courage, Jiyan hesitated for a moment before calling out to her, his voice slightly awkward. "Um, (Y/N), wait!"

She turned back, a curious expression on her face as she regarded him. Jiyan stumbled over his words, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. At this very moment, he felt as if he would rather fight a horde of the Crownless than speak his mind.  "I, uh, I was wondering if... if it would be alright for us to, um, go out for a nice dinner? And maybe catch a lion dance performance after?"

(Y/N) turned back, a slight smile playing on her lips as she observed Jiyan's flustered state. "Are you asking me out on a date, General?" she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Jiyan hesitated, first blurting out. “N-no…that’s...” He immediately corrected himself. "I... uh... yes, I suppose I am," he admitted, his voice slightly uncertain. "If... if that's not out of line, I mean. I'm sorry, I should probably let you be..."

(Y/N) giggled, the sound light and musical, easing some of Jiyan's anxiety. "It's endearing to see the General so flustered," she said, her tone gentle and kind. “I’d like to see more of this side of yours, Jiyan.” She met his gaze, still amused. “So yes, I'd like to go on this date if you're still up for it."

Relief flooded through Jiyan, mingled with a newfound sense of excitement. He hadn't expected her to say yes, but now that she had, he couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness. “Yes. It... Its settled then.”

(Y/N) nodded, her smile warm and inviting. "Alright then, Jiyan. When and where?"

Jiyan thought for a moment, his mind racing. "There's a lovely restaurant near the theatre. How about we meet there at seven tonight or is that too soon...?"

"Seven sounds perfect," she agreed. "I'll see you then."

As they exchanged contact information on their terminals, Jiyan's heart thudded in his chest, a mixture of nerves and excitement coursing through him. He watched as (Y/N) took off, her graceful form moving with purpose, and he couldn't help but admire her even more. With a final wave and a cheerful reminder to take care, she disappeared into the bustling city streets, leaving Jiyan standing there with a smile playing on his lips.

His gaze lingered on the spot where she had vanished, the memory of her infectious laughter and warm smile etched into his mind. For a moment, he placed his uninjured hand on top of his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his palm. Yes, even he, General Jiyan, renowned for his stoicism and unwavering dedication to duty, found himself looking forward to tonight and the possibility of many more nights spent in (Y/N)'s company.

WuWa Masterlist

flufftober day 3: bobbing for apples

flufftober 2024 masterlist word count: 186

warnings: potentially ooc jiyan but this piece is too short for any characteristics of his to be described in detail... none?

the moon-chasing festival just ended, but the festive spirit was still alive. young children running about screaming for candy and other things sure made people laugh. jiyan watched as said children ran all around the area where the festival was held. he almost didn’t notice you approaching him, almost. 

“babe!” you called out to him. he turned his head and glanced at you, his eyebrows raised. 

“we should go bobbing for apples! it looks so fun!” you said, smiling brightly. jiyan sighed as you took his hand and dragged him to the booth. you both were going to be there for a while, but jiyan made the best of it and took pictures of you when you weren’t looking. watching you have fun made his heart swell with pride. he was just happy that you were happy. by the time you finished the event, jiyan was looking at you and trying to gauge your expression, hearts were practically visible in his eyes. maybe you did bring the happiest side out of him, maybe he never realized that you being you had such an impact on him.

© lia-loves 2024. please do not plagiarize, translate, or repost my writing on other websites.

“𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒, 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓉𝓈.”

Characters: Scar, Jiyan, & Aalto x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: Kiss marks

Warnings fluff, spelling mistakes

𝒥𝒾𝓎𝒶𝓃 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝒪𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈"

“Aren’t you looking handsome, dear general?”

You laugh a little taking the look of your dearest lover underneath you while you sit right on his waist, back against the bed and of course, his handsome face is covered in red lip stains.

You can’t help but laugh at this sight. The strong general of the midnight rangers right beneath you. His hands go to hips as you lean down to kiss him on the lips.

 Your hands go to his chest as the kiss deepens, the two of you being very intimate, his hand going to the back of your head, kissing for who knows how long, the only sound left is your panting. 

When you finally pulled away you looked so dazed.  Your hands run through his hair. He was breathing heavily too.  The red marks from your lipstick make him blush. You smile sweetly at him before kissing his forehead.

“A general and my lover.”

𝒜𝒶𝓁𝓉𝑜 "𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈"

“You’re such a pain, Aalto.”

You hated how he always persisted on things and how you always ended up agreeing when he asked over and over and over again. You might just lose your mind.

“You love me though.”

He grinned at you while you straddled his lap, your lipstick smushed and smudged on the side of my face and kiss marks smeared on his face, neck; and the rest of his body.

“Love marking me up as yours, don't you.”

“You asked for this, you freak.”

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, your chest against his.  “It’s what makes me feel so special~” He nuzzled your neck before pecking it lightly. his one hand moving to coil your cheek before taking his thumb, pressing your lip, and personally smearing your lipstick to your cheek.

“This lipstick is expensive.”

Gripping at the hair of the back of his head. “hey! it was already smeared and a mess from us kiss—“

“Shur your mouth.”

𝒮𝒸𝒶𝓇 "𝒪𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝐹𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒹𝓊𝓈"

“Aren’t you just a sweetheart, dear.” 

Scar mocks while his face is riddled with lipstick marks all over—yet he seems to be enjoying it all since your attention is like giving water to a man in the desert. His hands tightly around your waist while you’re straddling his lap—his tight hold pushed your chest against his—yet you didn’t seem bothered at all. 

“I know I Am.” You say blankly, twisting the lipstick barrel, gently applying your lips, pressing your lips together before making a “pop” sound, and putting the lipstick away.

“Why don’t you give me another mark? Right here.”

His hands go to his collar and pull it down a little, motioning you to kiss his tacet mark with that drunk look of his. You just can’t help but scoff at the sight. Your hand moves to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair, and pulling his head back to reveal more of his neck.

Going down to kiss his tacit mark, leaving a red lipstick mark—which causes him to groan.

Now everything of his belongs to you even his tacet mark.

I NEED THEM IN MY LIFE

I'll write wuthering waves after i learn more abt them

JIYAN ?!??!

in sickness and in health

Jiyan x Reader

“Bless you.”

“Thanks - ugh, that was the third time within the last half an hour or so.” Your nose crinkles as you rub your forehead in slight annoyance. 

“The fourth time actually,” Jiyan corrects, his concerned eyes lingering on your face, studying your demeanour carefully. “My love, are you certain, you’re feeling alright? You’re not catching a fever, are you?”

Before you can react Jiyan lifts his hand, placing it on your forehead, feeling for any unusal warmth. He remains for a few seconds, as his eyes flicker over your face, before tracing his fingers gently along your temple, down to your cheek. Out of instinct, your eyes close all on their own, as you lean into the pleasant coolness his skin offers. 

“No, it just happens sometimes,” you reply softly, touched by his concern and care. You look up again to find his eyes already locked on yours. So you offer, “I’m just gonna drink some hot tea. You want some as well?”

You shift to get up from the seat, but his gentle touch on your arm hinders your movement. “Stay put, I’ll make the tea.” Jiyan leans closer, his lips brushing your forehead as he leaves a tender kiss on your skin. “How does dinner sound right after?”