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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⋆｡˚ ❀ summary: in which jiyan overexerts himself in battle and you come rushing to the borderlands to make sure he’s okay.
⋆｡˚ ❀ contents: 16+, fluff
⋆｡˚ ❀ wc: 1.0k
⋆｡˚ ❀ a/n: yk that one tweet that headcanons their tacet marks to be sensitive? yeah. :> my little tribute to jiyan in hopes of getting him soon,, good luck to anyone wishing for him who also still doesn’t have him </3
It wasn’t always easy having a general as a partner. Long nights without him, not seeing him up to months on end, having to wait until the end of the day for him to call you saying he is safe and healthy.
It especially wasn’t easy when one night, you didn’t get your usual call from him. And it was even more difficult when you received a call from the lieutenant informing you that Jiyan almost collapsed on the field after a hard-won battle from severe Forte overexertion.
You found yourself rushing over from the safety of Jinzhou to the dangers of the Borderland. You weren’t a solider or a Resonator yourself. In fact, you worked in research for the development of medicine and occasionally helped Jiyan’s mother out in her practice. For that reason, Jiyan preferred if you did not show up unannounced— He always wanted to take proper steps to ensure your safety when you visited.
But given the circumstances, you were sure he would understand.
“Where is he?” you called, breathless from rushing over here. “Is he okay?”
The lieutenant nodded at you. “Commander Jiyan is doing better now. You can find him in his quarters.”
“Thank you!”
You just about ran over to the General’s quarters to see him for yourself. When you entered the room, you saw him half-sitting, half-laying on his bed as he massaged the back of his neck.
“Jiyan,” you cried, relieved to see he was upright and kicking. Giving him a once over to do a quick check of any physical ailments, you sighed. “You’re alive.”
If he was surprised to see you here, he certainly didn’t show it. Jiyan greeted you with a chuckle as you walked over to him. “Of course I’m alive. I wouldn’t just leave you behind like that.”
“Yet you almost did!” you scolded, taking a seat next to him and immediately looking at the back of his neck. “Look, your Tacet mark is still hurting you. You’re even rubbing your nape.”
“It no longer hurts,” he assured, bringing his hand down to his side. “It’s only a little sore. But I thank you for coming here, and I’m sorry for worrying you.”
Jiyan wrapped an harm around you and brought you close to him. You leaned against his shoulder and he planted a kiss on your forehead.
“I promise, I’m okay,” he said, rubbing soothing circles into your arm. “However, if you would like to massage my sore neck, I wouldn’t be opposed.”
You grinned, slipping off from his bed and gesturing for him to lie down on his stomach. Once he turned over, you hopped up on the mattress and draped your legs on either side of him.
At the feeling of your weight on his lower back, Jiyan stirred.
“I don’t believe the door was locked,” he stated, almost in warning.
“I’m only giving you a massage,” you said innocently. “Tending to your injury, even.”
“This is certainly against the code of conduct for medical professionals,” he quipped back, teasing you. “Doctors should not treat their patients in such a way.”
However, the moment your hands found their way to his upper back, around his Tacet mark, he no longer made any remarks. You rubbed gentle, yet firm, circles on the nape of his neck, being careful not to touch his sensitive mark. Thankfully, it was no longer flickering or showing signs of overexertion, but you knew the after-effects were likely lingering still.
As your hands ran across the smoothness of his muscular body, you felt him stir underneath you once more. You giggled at his response and leaned forward onto him, placing an airy kiss on his Tacet mark. Jiyan shivered at the light touch to one of his most sensitive areas.
“Are you okay down there?” you asked playfully. “Should I get off now?”
“No, please continue your treatment,” he said without hesitation.
You laughed and went on with your massage, not stopping at his neck and shoulders, but instead placing your hands on the small of his back to get rid of any knots as well.
Once Jiyan felt his muscles loosen up from your treatment, he nodded in contentment and rolled his shoulders back. Before you could fully get yourself off him, he turned himself over and grabbed your thighs so you stayed straddling his waist.
“Thank you for the massage,” said Jiyan, bringing his arms around your back to pull you down onto him.
“Anything for General Jiyan,” you teased, kissing his nose as you hovered over him. “But please, try not to overexert yourself that much next time.”
“I know if I do, you’ll come up with the cure for it somehow.”
“I would and not share it with you as your punishment,” you scowled.
Jiyan laughed, sitting up on the bed, your legs still around him as he held you by the waist. “I will be careful, I promise you. Now, let’s make sure the door is locked so I can properly express my gratitude for your massage, and my apologies for making you worry.”
You grinned as you locked your arms around his neck. He managed to get off the bed with you clinging onto him. With his hands under your thighs to prevent you from slipping, he walked over to the door of his quarters and locked it.
Once your privacy was secured, Jiyan pressed your back against the door and kissed the side of your neck. You squealed at the sudden touch and you felt him grin against your skin.
“I will accept the gratitude and apology rewards now, General,” you declared, holding your head high.
“Good,” he said, voice low and inviting. “I have a lot of gratitude to show you.”
First time with Jiyan would feel like an out-of-world experience. He would be incredibly gentle with you, treating you as if you might break under him.
The second you murmur that it’s your first time, he would take a deep breath. His heart would do that strange, unfamiliar thing he later realizes has a name—love. And there would be a quiet pride in him, knowing you trusted him enough to share something so intimate.
To Jiyan, sex is never casual. He does not understand casual in that way. For him, it is sacred something that binds two souls together. (Hard agree)
There would be a pressure on him to perform well, a little too well if i may add.
His priority would always be you. Even if he is overwhelmed by his own feelings, he would focus entirely on your comfort first.
And the self control? that man would have on him will be astonishing. He would constantly hold himself back, careful with every movement, every reaction.
He would keep asking you if you are okay, if anything hurts, if he should slow down, if you need a pause or just to be held instead. His hands would never leave you for long, as if letting go might make you disappear.
If you become overwhelmed or emotional, he would immediately slow down and comfort you, gently wiping your tears and asking softly if you want to stop. His voice would always be calm, but deeply concerned.
Even if he is flustered or internally overwhelmed, he would never let it show fully. He would stay composed for your sake.
He would never rush anything. Instead, he would let the moment build slowly and carefully, giving you time to feel safe and grounded with him.
If you allow Jiyan to take the lead, and if you say yes, god that would unravel every ounce of his control.
he would cup your ass, and slowly, guide your entrance onto his tip, and once he is inside you, lord have mercy, he will thrust deeper, and kiss your collarbone, your neck with every movement he makes, and say, "look at me love, let me see your face", "dont hide from me." "You're are taking it so well", "you are such a good girl", "my beautiful lady", "keep going", "yes like that, move your hips, just, go with my rhythm" "you are doing so good".
His praise would be soft and constant meant to reassure you, not overwhelm you. He would want you to feel safe, seen, and valued above everything else.
Jiyan, will definitely talk you through it, he will make sure you are comfortable with him.
Even if he doesnt cum, he would not push you, he will make sure you do, and if you are tired after that, he will gently pull out and make sure you are not pushing yourself too much for him.
And if you insist on returning the favor and ask him not to be so gentle, you would definitely see the other side of him. But even then, there would still be softness in the way he handles you, because something inside him would always fear hurting you unintentionally. To him, you are simply too precious.
After all said and done? He would take care of you, he would be tired too, but still, he would clean you up first, wiping you, changing the sheets.
After, he will lay down with you, doing nothing just cuddling you, reassuring you, telling you how you are the most beautiful person in the world.
Later, he would prepare a warm bath for you, taking care of every detail with quiet devotion. Decorating it with scented candles, rose petals, and gently laying you in the bathtub, and will step in with you and, he will wash your hair, your body, almost reverently, as you relax against him.
And eventually, when everything is calm, you would fall asleep against him again, while he stays awake just a little longer kissing your hair softly, holding you close, and thinking that he has never felt anything more certain than this.
hi, hana! hopefully i’m doing this right, but if i messed up, please let me know! but I’d like to participate in your event! :) could i request friends to lovers headcanons with jiyan from wuwa? below are a song and a couple of pics! thank you for hosting such a cute event, have a wonderful time zone! love you lots! >u< 💜✨
A/N: WINNY, MY BESTIE!! Thank you for your kind words, lovie! And these are so CUTEEE, made my cogs turn sweetly! Hope you love these headcanons I prepared for you! ✨🥹🤭 I am sorry if this is too long, it has been some time since I wrote something like this!
. Contrary to popular belief, I think Jiyan was an ambivert kid. Not really a shy person but mostly opens up to those he deems close to him and feels safe with.
. He is emotionally tuned too! Easily could see the emotions of others and himself, definetly a plus of reading a lot of books! He read every kind of book there is, but hero stories and a little bit of romance are his favourites.
. Some of the kids his age would sometimes pick on him for liking romance stories (his guilty pleasure lol). And you know how kids are, they can be really cruel.
. However, that brought a very welcomed sunlight and warmth to his life, one that he thanks whatever god is out there: You.
. You were the one who approached him during one calm and relaxing afternoon as he once again was reading some books, a tall stack of them next to himself as he snacked on a small thing his mom prepared for him. You noticed he was taking notes too, and knowing he is the doctor's son, you were nervous to approach him.
. He definetly is a guy to make annotations on the book itself. He thinks just as the book is offering you something, you leave a piece of yourself with each note or thought you write down. (Totaly not based ndjdjd)
. But you saw the title of the book he was reading, and your young mind couldn't help but curiously move towards him to ask about the book and what it tells.
. And that, my friend, is the start of a very soft friendship!
. Now, onto the friendhsip dynamics! 🤭
. He Always Waits for You. Whether it's finishing a mission, returning from town, or wrapping up a meal—he lingers nearby without saying much, only leaving when you do. He calls it "habit." It’s not. When you two were still tiny miny itty bitty kids, he would often wait for you after asking your mother if you wanted to go out and have a mini adventure in the City. Your mother always gushes whenever he politely knocks on the door and explains himself with a bright smile, bouncing on the heels of his feet as he clutched the small snacks and juices his mom prepared for both of you.
. You're His Quiet Spot. Jiyan often joins you in peaceful silence—reading beside you, brewing tea, or watching the sunset on a rooftop. If someone else shows up, he subtly shifts closer to you, like anchoring. With how hectic his schedule is since he has a lot duties to attend as the General, he can't find time to relax or do the things he likes to do. Sometimes he reminisces about the past, about his childhood and how less problematic it was...
. But then he takes a look at you, peacefully eating snacks and drinking tea as you ramble about the latest plot twist in the book you were reading and... He think he still has the childhood he missed with hım, and would continue to have it.
. You Help Tie His Hair even if he doesn't need help. Jiyan's hair wasn't always that long, especially when you two were children or teenagers. But he forgot to have a hazır cut öne day because of his studoes as a medic and you complimentes hım so heartfully that he didn't have the heart to cut short ever again. "They look like a majestic waterfall! They are really soft and shiny too, what do you exactly use for them, that's so unfair!"
. After he lets his hair grow out, it is game over. Now, you always insist on styling it or redoing it after a long mission, and while he was washing his face, you quickly did that (yep, you two stayed over at each other's place even before you started dating) and before he could raise a brow and ask you what the hell you were doing, you started to gently run your hand through his hair and massage his scalp.
. He couldn't help the relieved moan that left his mouth as he looked at the mirror MORTIFIED (you never let hım live it down). Now he always lets it fall loose around you. It becomes a quiet ritual—his way of letting you in.
. Since we mentioned staying at each others' place, sometimes, you both can’t sleep. Reasons may vary when you reach adulthood, from hunger to nightmares, but what is always the end of these times are that instead of stewing in your own heads, you meet in the kitchen. Tea, quiet words, maybe a shoulder to lean.
. Jiyan strikes me as someone who loves to talk about deep concepts and events, a bit complexity lover, if you would say. He loves talking to you about topics others might find hard to pick an opinion on and hearing your reasoning. This may be a habit of his General side, since he talks to his team a lot about their opinion about a mission, but Jiyan’s always been someone who thinks in layers—about cause and consequence, motive and meaning. As a General, it’s his responsibility to understand not only battlefields, but people. So when he trusts you, when he’s comfortable… he starts asking.
Not tactical orders. Not simple yes-or-no questions.
But the kinds of questions that say:
I want to know how you see the world.
Scenario Time!
You and Jiyan are sitting by the riverbank just outside Jinzhou after a late patrol. It’s quiet, and the stars are clear. You’re sharing tea in a flask he insisted on carrying. The soft hum of insects buzzes around you, but neither of you speak until he breaks the silence.
“...Let’s say there’s a village,” Jiyan says all of a sudden, voice low but steady. “Peaceful. Quiet. But its survival depends on the suffering of one person. Just one. One person no one else knows.”
“Would you expose the truth to save them—or let the lie stand to protect everyone else?”
You blink, caught off guard—but not surprised. This is Jiyan’s way. He offers hypotheticals like folded paper: plain at first, but hiding something much more once opened.
You pause, thinking of your answer. You know Jiyan knows your answer already, having already talked about similar "what-if" situations. But he likes to test your insistence and determination, whether your opinion changed or not and if it did, what caused you to change it.
“The truth always comes out,” you finally say. “Even if I chose silence, it would only buy time. And when that lie crumbles, everyone would lose both peace and trust.”
And you don't specify anything, you never talk in extremities because sometimes... Sometimes, lies are more noble than truth....
. Locals in Jinzhou often assume you’re a couple. Even before dating. Even before any one of you does somethinf to give away your growing feelings. Jiyan never corrects them unless you bring it up tho. He doesn't see a reason to since in his mind, he thinks it can be inferred because of how close you two always were. Although he puts it into a logical explanation, he can't help the butterflies in his stomach and 648283 heartbeats per second his heart does.
. He likes knowing that the people
Every time you and Jiyan go to the same noodle stall, the vendor starts preparing two bowls before either of you orders.
“Couples always like the mushroom broth,” the cook says with a wink.
Jiyan doesn’t respond—just hands you your bowl a little more gently that day.
. And if you think you are safe from the elder population who likes to gossip and meddle with the affairs of youngsters... You are wrong! Both of you are such sweethearts for the people of Jinzhou anyways, the amount of elders wanting to have you as their daughter-in-law (something Jiyan doesn't like, even loathes, the idea of) and Jiyan as their son-in-law (something that mayhaps make your brain go haywire with conspiracy theories on how to get away with murder) and they like to KNOW!
An older shop owner once saw Jiyan shielding you from rain with his cloak right in front of her shop as you came back from an outing together. While he soaks to his underwear. “If that isn’t a husband in the making, I don’t know what is.” she told you as she winked playfully, giggling under her breath as she murmured "ahh, youngsters... Reminds me and my husband when we were young..."
Jiyan didn't seem to hear or even if he did, he hid that pretty well. (Yep, he heard it loud and Clear and but was too busy to calm his erraticbheart down as he looked at your soaked form. Have you always been that pretty or was it love opening his eyes even more?)
He didn’t speak at that time as you both warmed up—but days later gifted you a proper rain cloak with your favorite colors. “So you’ll be warmer next time,” he murmured.
And maybe… maybe a little flustered, ears red, eyes so soft that they could melt even stone. There’s something in the way he looks at you then, something you cannor shake tourself awake from. Like you’re a verse he’s read a thousand times but never aloud,
afraid the syllables might fall wrong,or worse.
That they might fall just right.
. There are a lot of bets going on between the people, in the Rangers, even Madame Magistrate and her teacher joins. (What he doesn't know is that his mother is also one of them and sighs like a woman in Victorian Era when he doesn't tell her he confessed to you at rare times that he is back in City. Her poor heart is already worried about her son's wellbeing, and now has to worry about his poor attempts, or the lack of it, when it comes to his future wife. Is it a bad thing for a woman her age to want to see her son settle down with the ONLY person she deems suitable?)
. Seriously though, his mother already loves you a lot! Jiyan strikes me as someone who was raised with a strong sense of responsibility. His mother likely played a quiet but formative role in shaping his values—compassion through action, strength tempered by empathy. He respects her deeply. He listens when she speaks, even when he doesn’t always show it outwardly. Yep, stubborn son and stubborn mother, rip your patience🙏🏻
So when she starts speaking of you softly and lovingly, with warmth all over her, it throws him off balance. Not in a bad way—but in the “he had no idea you were already that important to someone so important to him” kind of way.
You're polite. Warm. Not trying too hard. You compliment her choice of flowers or help her carry a parcel to her house. Try to kesen her work as much as you can, evet since You were a small child, to make it easier for her.
And that’s it. She loves you. Not just as a person. As someone she could see beside her son.
. Little things she does includes: Asking Jiyan if you eat well and are healthy, and always sending something to you through him like a scart she picked she thought you would like or homecooked food that is your favourite, saying that “You should bring them some of that tea they liked. It’s good for the nerves.”. Then teases him, gently, with a knowing smile when he comes back with a huge smile or having a huge smile as you visited them both with your own family, laughing together and getting closer to where Jiyan would sit, his eyes always on you and your face as he listened intently. “She looked very happy next to you, son.”/ “…Did she?”/ “Mmhm.”
He handles danger with calm. Complex missions with strategy. But this?
His mother loving you—not subtly—makes him stammer internally.
At first, he tries to act like it’s nothing, pushing her silly ideas bu saying that “She’s like that with everyone.”
But he knows you are not. You are much like hım, you love your peace and calm life and only open up to a number of people you feel safe and comfortable with, although you are always kind and open-minded for New things.
. I know I talked about his mother a lot but the mother of your significant other loving you too is such an amazing feeling! (Not that I would know with my single ass but appreciation is nice, no?)
. You Fall Asleep on Him. It starts on a bench in the shade. You blink awake hours later, still leaning against him. He hasn’t moved. “You looked peaceful,” he says, brushing your hair back. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
. He Confesses in the Most Jiyan Way Possible. No flowers. No grand speech. He just looks at you one day and says quietly, “I’m happiest when it’s you beside me. I… think I’ve known that for a while.”
It is when you two were sitting on the walls of the Jinzhou. The night hung gentle over Jinzhou, the sky heavy with stars that pulsed like distant heartbeats. From the high stone wall where you both sat, the city stretched beneath your feet—quiet now, save for the faint murmur of wind brushing through lanterns and tiles. You prepared the small meal you cooked for both of you as he prepared the hot tea he seemed to master at this point.
You never got how he knew the best way to brew tea... Was he even human?
You sat side by side, legs dangling just over the edge. The stone beneath you was cool, worn smooth by time and footsteps. High above the ground, it was quiet in a way the world rarely allowed. The kind of quiet that hummed just below your skin.
Jiyan hadn’t spoken in a while.
But you could feel him there—his shoulder brushing yours every so often when the wind nudged too boldly, his breath steady, deeper than usual, as if he were thinking through the weight of everything he couldn’t say.
His hands rested on his knees. Unmoving. Unclenched.
Below, lanterns swayed in the narrow alleys as you peacefully slipped on your teas. Distant yet low laughter rang out, faint, since everyone left for their home already. It was only you two as you rested from a long day of work and hım, patrolling. You watched the glow from the windows flicker like distant stars, felt the night lean in as if it, too, was listening.
You didn’t ask him what was on his mind.
You didn’t need to.
Instead, you leaned ever so slightly against him, letting your head brush his shoulder.
His breath caught—not sharply, just enough to betray the shift inside him. He didn’t lean away.
The silence stretched.
Then—barely noticeable—his hand slid across the stone between you. It hesitated for a moment… then found yours. Secure and safe, his palm was warm, fingers curling gently around yours as if he’d rehearsed the motion a thousand times in silence. Like he’d thought about this moment—how to touch you, how to reach you—but never quite trusted that it would feel this… simple.
. Oh and! Local kids are now your kids too because to them, your love story is just the best and they love running around you both yelling, “Big brother Jiyan likes big sister y/n!” One of them actually ties a flower ring around both your wrists like a wedding ceremony. When asked why not the ring finger, the child stared at them judgingly as if they dared to speak stupid in front of them and says "It is up to big brother Jiyan obviously? Or else, everyone knows I can do it!"
Well, that made Jiyan sweat nervously as you laughed at the kid's silliness but... he didnt. Was that...supposed to be a warning? Or statement of truth? No one would ever know.
. All in all, you guys are definition of soft lovers. Not loud. Not explosive. Just steady.
The kind of love that builds in the quiet: in shared glances over tea, the way his hand always finds yours without searching, the weight of his cloak draped over your shoulders before you even realize you’re cold. In the soft way he would always bring a book he knew you wanted to see for a long time, warm smile he would give you as he held your hand and pulled you to his Side when the crowd grew thicker. It was in the way you would always leave a lamp/ lantern lighting when he was out for patrolling again, in the delicate way you would always send long pages of letters and a lot of photos so that he didn't miss you and home a lot (he would, forever), and in the way he never lets your tea go cold. You never let his hand go unattended when he looks tired.
You are each others' solace and safe place to fall when everything becomes too much.
...
Scenario:
Jiyan's home used to be so mechanic. Not because he had a lot of gear around, he dıd, he had a bad habit of throwing his gear around behind that tidy general persona. No, it was in the way that it was void of warmth, like he functionally lived in it and not because it was a safe place to come and rest.
Everything had a place—maps hung on walls, gear neatly stacked (at first), military reports filed on the table.
The space was always clean, yes. But it lacked life. No plants. No personal touches. No comfort objects. No scent of something simmering on a stove unless he had just finished cooking, and even that was rare. Not a thing that screamed him, and that this place was his.
There were no lingering signs of warmth—no worn books, no scattered blankets, no half-burnt candles. The walls didn’t echo with music or the sound of laughter.
Only silence. Controlled, organized, suffocating silence.
It wasn’t that he wanted it that way.
It was just all he knew.
When you two reached adulthood and went to your seperate ways in careers, you couldn't visit him like you used to when you were children. But when you two finally did visit each other's house, you didn’t say anything out loud—but your expression softened as you looked around.
You didn’t judge. You just noticed.
“Do you ever candle in here?”
“...No.”
“Why not?”
“Never thought about it.”
You left a blanket behind once, and he didn’t fold it. He draped it over the couch where you last sat.
You brought fruit he didn’t ask for. He bought more the next week.
One day, you brought a tiny plant. “For the window,” you said. He didn’t water it for a week—then panicked when it wilted. He’s taken care of it ever since.
And just like that, your chipped mugs were there right next to his on the counter. Your fluffy slippers right next to his on the side of the bed that now belongt to you. The silly hobby coloring book you bought on a whim was laying idly and open on the table in his living room, the puzzle you bought you swore you would start but never did, and there was a music player in his home now and it played all kinds of music both you and him liked.
(You sat him down in the living room as he looked at you with soft, mesmerized eyes as you explained your plan and later continued to stare, a hand rubbing your hips and spreading his hig hand over your lower back while you made hım listen to music after music. He wouldn't tell it out loud, but the best music to his ears was yours."
The kettle clicked softly on the stove, steam curling upward like a lazy breath as you cooked a warm meal for Jiyan. He had told you he would be coming home to you tonight, that he missed you and asked what you have been up to lately. You could only giggle and recount the last few weeks to his hologram that appeared from your terminal.
And true to his words, he had arrived to your home when the sun was about to dip under the horizon, his green long hair swaying to the movement of the wind while the sun created a small halo behind him as he slowly walked up the small hill to your shared home, all the while you sprinted out the house and ran at his wide open arms and eyes crinklimg from smiling too wide, too genuine as he called out for you, catching you between his arms. You are home, Jiyan!/ I came back to you, love...
The golden light (you insisted it was good for eyes and to be honest, you were right. He still couldn't wrap his mind around how you knew a lot of things about daily life) from the lamp in your kitchen brought a comfort to both of you as Jiyan came from the direction of shower, his hair now in a half-up bun while he fixed his clothes.
Music played through the soft and warm space of his home, your home, and that brought a small, content smile to his face. All these times he has been by himself, alone in the coldness of his house that he rarely came to, he never realized how dense, empty and cold his house was.
He couldn't even bring himself to call it home, not when you weren't in it, not when there weren't reminders in his home, his terminal, the Office in the HQ that someone was waiting for hım to come home.
Without him realizing it, you really made this place into a place that he could breathe.
And the best part? He get to have you all to himself.
You stood barefoot in the kitchen, arms crossed loosely, half listening to the music as your hips swayed to the rhythm from time to time. You were in your little world, and Jiyan realized that he wanted to look into your mind. Not in a creepy way but more like to see how you manahed to still find a good thing to hold onto in this chaotic world. How you brought light, a new perspective to life and how people handled it.
Upon seeing hım standing on the doorway, half leaning on the side as he watched you with a small grateful smile, small, almost bashful, all gratitude and something softer than peace—hit you harder than it should have.
Your chest felt too full.
Not because he looked perfect, but because he looked safe, content, happy.
You extended your hand towards him, watching as he silently held yours wordlessly with a small smile, allowing you to pull hım closer as your arms then wrapped around his neck and a little nervous smile twitched at your lips after you closed the stove. “Come on. No one’s watching.”
You expected him to be awkward. Stiff. But he moved with quiet grace, stepping in as if it were muscle memory. One of his hands settled on your waist, the other gently holding yours as he unwrapped it around his neck, only to kiss the wrist that was adorned bu the anniversary gift he had given to you. You swayed, slowly, the world shrinking down to the soft scrape of feet on the wooden floor and the quiet music fluttering through the window.
His touch was warm. Grounding. And suddenly your heart felt too big for your chest. Your forehead brushed his collarbone as you two slow danced in the middle of the night. You felt the slow rise and fall of his breath. Alive, warm, with you... He didn’t speak, but his fingers tightened just slightly at your side as he pressed you to himself, his nose brushing the side of your neck to smell the familiar smell of shampoo that brought hım comfort in the cold and merciless days while he was out there.
Fighting for a future for both of you and Jinzhou.
You closed your eyes.
Just for now. Just for this song.
You let yourself fall into him like you were meant to all along.
And laugh like you were meant to as he twirled you around happily, both of you feeling at home.
A/n: save me sad dragon general, save me... sad dragon general you better get ready cause I'm sending happiness your way whether you like it or not
Content: Jiyan x Reader (fem implied, but no pronouns used), angst undertone but it all turns to fluff, Jiyan referred to as a husband, word vomit, non sexual nudity implied, not proof-read, maybe a tiny bit ooc? Feedback is appreaciated
Moonlight cascades through the open window in silky streams, showering the white sheets with silver and shimmer. The world is at peace, and quiet prevails all around, much unlike the main battle front. For only a few hours he spends here, Jiyan feels as if his lifelong wish is fulfilled. A facade it is, a dream, but it is comforting in all its delusion. Maybe one day it will come true, and he won't be forced to abandon your warm embrace for another month, and more, to fight.
His eyes move from the window and down at you where you have nestled yourself against his chest, your arms draped around him. It’s well into the depth of the night, yet both of you are denying sleep that so obviously hangs heavy over your eyelids - as any hour more means longer time spent together. And up until that point he has been listening to you talk about your days in the city, your fingertips tracing his chest and the occasional scar that paints itself thin and textured, different from the rest of his smooth skin. When you trailed off, he was quick to notice. His chin dipping slightly down to look at you.
Your finger neverending in its work of drawing him out, feeling him in all his warmth, living warmth - and your eyes lost themselves in images your mind conjured of what the battlefield looked like now. Red skies and twisted lands soiled with blood of people from the same city you were in now, the same people that were once someone’s little boys and girls, daddy’s girl and momma’s boys. Only now they were decades older with heavy bags under their eyes, lying in the desolate lands under trees for cover.
“Don’t think about it.. don’t.. let that plague your mind, my dear” Jiyan spoke up, his hand coming up to cup yours that had begun to shake over his chest, fingers curling into your palms. Jiyan wished he could take this worry away from you, he wished he could protect you from the horrific unknown and all the terrifying images of your imagination, but such a task was an impossible one. Your bare body can only share his warmth and hold on to what is currently there.
“(Y/n).. “
“Tell me about your days..” you whispered, cutting him off as timidly as a petal of a flower. You pick your head up and place it on top of his chest, gazing into those golden eyes you had dreams of when he was gone. Pretty in all their glory, even as they regarded you with worry and question. Jiyan sighs softly, his eyes wandering to the ceiling and the small swirly patterns that show up with the moon. That was your choice to put up there, little swirls and dots and constellations..
“Days are long and tiring. I often miss the smell of the city while out at the front, and your cooking. The ingredients and supplies are scarce but we are alright, we are holding together, my dear” his words resonate softly in your ears, and to an extent they bring you comfort. His thumb is rubbing the inside of your palm, massaging the soft skin until the shakiness subsides, and furthermore. “During the down-time, when there’s no danger to confront, the soldiers always seem to find new ways to entertain themselves” at that a small smile broke over his solemn and tired features, prompting you to smile as well. He has told you before how men would jest and play, little children stuck in bodies of adults, chasing one another after one of them threw a boot at someone. It was a reminder all of these soldiers were people and that they were alive, but most importantly they still held onto their humanity and hope. So much hope that one could feel it from a mile away.
“The other day, before our departure towards here, they were bold enough to attempt a small jest about me and it backfired, well it was unintentional frankly, I just happened to walk in on them. I suppose a new rumor broke out how I dismiss people from the military after I give them medical assistance”
“What? That’s ridiculous.. You wouldn’t send anyone home unless they were really badly behaving or injured”
“Yes. But that doesn’t quell the rumors, especially among the new cadets, which makes me think this is some ploy of the more experienced bunch as to scare the youth But..as I was walking by the tents and corners I ran into this group huddled under the lamp, talking about this rumor. I’m not sure what came over me, but I just marched up to them and coldly began to question them, about what they were doing and such” A stupid smile came across his lips now, a childish one you relished in seeing and it make you physically perk up to hear the rest of the story. Your leg came over his waist as you tried to comfortably lay on his chest.
“One of those men had a pretty bad leg wound from the day prior, but nothing life threatening. However, he has been quite snarky with Captains and other soldiers, so I gazed at his bandaged wound, then up at him, and then I asked if he wanted me to take a look at it. The team went silent as a grave, my love- I..”
“The rumor had so much effect on them? Pfftt-” “Yes! I was quite shocked too, I had to hold back my surprise, but he went pale, I can’t even describe it to you. Whoever created this rumor really was creative, I need to give them that, but I really couldn’t play so long afterwards. I had to clear it up..”
You giggle at his words, forehead pressing against his collarbone as your chest flutters with warmth, just imagining this scenario was silly - has your husband become such a menace in the army? Him? Sure, he was skilled beyond belief, but the way he laid beneath you and the way he touched you could never make you believe he was scary. You know him, for crying out loud! And due to that, this was all the funnier.
Jiyan joined your fit of giggles, other hand rubbing and holding your back, pushing you up against his chest that jumped with cackles. “Goodness- now you’re laughing at me as well” he comments lightheartedly.
“Apologies, apologies, I can’t help myself” you respond and slowly come back to your composure with a long sigh of relief. “Those poor souls, scared by my precious husband. Perhaps I should start scolding you at home more often” Your hand sneaks from his hold and pinches his cheek teasingly, causing him to click his tongue and pull away, reminded of the way his mother would do the same action when he was younger, although not so teasingly or playfully. His arms squeeze around your shoulders, his other arm soon joining its pursuit of keeping you still against him.
“Perhaps you should not. I missed you too much, but then again.. If scolding me is the way to hear more of your voice, I could get used to it..” Jiyan says as he releases his tight hold of you, letting you slump against his chest with a small exhale. “But now..” his lips found your forehead, pressing a lingering kiss to it before pulling away. “You must rest. I know how little sleep you got the last few days..” he says and reaches for the covers that were pushed down in your small tussle. The blanket covers your back and you instantly feel warmer, nestled here against him.
The thought of him leaving makes a pang settle in your heart once more, heavy and sharp. “Jiyan.. will you be able to stay for breakfast at least?” you ask him, hoping, wishing, praying.. just an hour will do.
“.. I will. I’ll wake you up, aright? We’ll cook something together..” There’s promise in his voice and it is undeniably prevalent and true, otherwise he would not be saying these things. Jiyan kissed your forehead again, hugging you against him and closing his eyes.
The upcoming morning suddenly became something to look forward to.
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Hello there! I hope you’re doing good in terms of exams and remember to take breaks in between studying!!
I have a request but please feel free to leave it or skip over this one if you’re not up for it!
I was wondering if you could write how Jiyan and Aalto (separately) would react to soldier!reader who’s known to be always comforting others + helping people but in this situation finds the reader hidden somewhere and having a breakdown due to mental and physical exhaustion (but struggles to ask for help)?
A/N: Thank you anon, I try to keep that in mind at all times <3 And I hope you enjoy this!
Contents: angst to comfort fluff, panic attack, gn reader, not proof read
Jiyan:
Days have passed and what felt like years have built up in a tight ball that lodged itself in your throat, preventing the dusty, but much needed, air to fill your lungs. It has been days since it had begun to build up, but with hopes for a better tomorrow you swept it under the rug, letting it fester and multiply to each corner of your being until it had you shackled down onto the floor in this pitiful corner of ruins. The camp wasn’t too far off, you think through broken words flashing through your head, if they need me I’ll be able to hear them. Tears bubbled up to your eyes, stinging and burning.
It’s been so long since you saw the city, smelled the flowers and felt the touch of your beloved, and nothing in the world could help you escape this feeling of the earth shattering under the soles of your feet. Your vision was blurry, mind spinning and lungs burning and burning. Rationale has long since left you, and you crumbled further, foolishly thinking of insignificant mistakes of your past.
Out of nowhere, a hand sprung up from the blurriness of the world, muddy waters of reflection caching color of teal and yellow and black as the hand grabs your shoulder. Fear engulfs you as you see General Jiyan standing in front of you, although your tears nearly blind you - you could never mistake the signature look of him. You could recognize him blind and deaf.
“J-Jiyan-” you choke, hiding your face away as ragged breaths wreck your body, the body that refused to stand up to greet him. You had no strength, no will. Your ears catch some muddled words and from the corner of your eyes you can see his mouth moving as he spoke, but none of them reach you. It’s hard. So hard to breathe and you’re shaking your head, wanting to ask for help but refusing to do so yet needing to be held.
This dilemma is written all over your face, your shaky fingers and Jiyan goes quiet, realizing the futility of questioning you, and instead he takes the matters in his own hands and sits beside you. His back pressed against the old, cold wall behind the two of you and one of his muscular arms finds its way around your shoulders, bringing you closer into him. Your body can’t resist, even if you wanted to, and it bends to his will, your arms reaching around him in some childish chase of comfort. If your mind was any more calm you would have felt embarrassed, ashamed.
Jiyan stays quiet for a while longer, simply holding you and lending you his company for as much as possible, hoping he or you aren’t called up. Just for a while longer, he says to himself. His hand rubbing up and down your back. As you slowly catch your breath and collect yourself he begins to speak, tone gentle and so full of warmth, he doesn’t want to let you go until you can stand on your own once more, and even then he’d be there to help you walk.
“Deep breaths, (Y/N)... It’s all right now, there’s no danger around us.. you’re safe..”
“You’ve been doing so much for others, yet you neglected yourself for even longer than that. You mustn’t do that…”
“I’m here to support you however I can, for now we can sit here for some time longer, until you’re sure you want to head out”
“Don’t rush yourself, and no need to be embarrassed. I find myself feeling the same as some times, but it is the thought of you that gets me through it all.. You’re human just like the rest of us. I’m here for you.."
Aalto:
What was supposed to be a simple run-in-and-out became much more complicated, the mission stretching on into the night and into the early mornings when the first lights pierced the belly of the sky. Your heart was ringing between your ears, drumming a haunting song that would have you exhausted for days to come. Had it been you alone, you would have considered turning back - no mission was worth losing your life over. But there were team members involved, all of them so close to you. How could you let them go alone, let them get hurt?
It doesn’t matter now. The mission was successful, yet you were still stuck in the memories from so many months ago? Get a hold of yourself - breathe.
Breathe.
I can’t - the little voice squeaks at the back of your head, full of tears and desperation as you walk home from duty. Your legs are barely carrying you up the steps that feel like a serpents winding body, one misstep and you’ll find yourself falling into its mouth. With a fuzzy mind you fight your way to the front door and fall in with stuttering steps, an invisible hand coming to grab you by the throat and choke you until you’re crumbling on the floor. The front door was left ajar for anyone to help themselves too, but that fact escaped you as you found yourself pressing into the foot of your couch, curled up and crying from exhaustion and the aching in your bones. All you can think of is how much more you could have done for them, how much you could’ve done for the mission.
“(Y/N)? Hey-!” A voice calls from the void, scolding you, sharp and quick but echoing. It calls for you over and over again, and it is not until your body is being turned onto its back that you realize you’re not alone. “Are you alright? Hey, talk to me” The voice finally clears up. It’s not angry or annoyed, but so worried unlike your mind had made you believe. It’s not the voice of the captain but.. Aalto.
Your eyes blink at him in quick successions, trying to rid themselves of tears while feeling more come up. His gloved hand is supporting the back of your head, the other one feeling your other arm up and down in attempts to comfort you. “Breathe.. breathe.. Come on, up to me, now” he says, gently pulling you up and despite his best attempts to make his tone more lighthearted, he fails miserably. Concern is evident, but he has way more reins on it.
He positions your forehead to rest against his shoulder, tugging your body closer until you are practically in his lap, his arms wrapped around you. “Breathe with me, come on.. in…..and out..” He coaches softly, rubbing your back and then carding his fingers through your hair, and as he feels you shift he lessens his hold - allowing you to slot yourself against him and wrap your arms around him in return. Slowly, Aalto begins to rock you back and forth, his tongue betraying him in this dire situation, so he hopes his presence is enough. After a while he tries to playfully scold you for this behavior, saying how you nearly had his heart stop when he saw you on the floor, but the undertones speak volumes of how seriously this affected him too.
“No, no, you’re not going anywhere yet. You need to take a breather - like I’ve been telling you to do so for months”
“Here, let me help you up. The couch is way more comfortable than the ground.. yeah- that’s it, good job, champ. You’re my champ, y’know?”
“How about I whip us something to drink, hm? You got nothing to worry about, I’ll have it all handled and ready before you can even think about it”
“Do you want to talk about it..? I know it all happened some time ago, but it is clearly holding you down. So tell me what’s on your mind, I’m all ears. You know I can help, in one way or another- but I need to..”
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Hi!! Can I request Jiyan from Wuwa with a scary reader? I mean, the other Midnight Rangers might be scared of the reader because of her/his constant smile in ABSOLUTELY any situation.
Contents: Jiyan x GN reader, fluff and a bit of crack ig, hopefully Jiyan is not ooc, lemme know about that
Words: 705
I also have a Ko-Fi now!
The midnight rangers were known for their bravery and resolve, qualities that seems to have been further strengthened when Jiyan ascended to the position of General. It was one thing to boast about the ability to face an enemy, and a whole different matter to stand in front of the aforementioned foe, weapon in hand and ready to strike, risking your very life for the safety of another. Yet, Jiyan found it odd how his soldiers seemed to tremble in your mere presence. They could be chatting, laughing and jesting or even arguing, but once one of them spots you prowling close it is as if all of them begin to share a mind and instinct. As if silence would make them invisible. To them it was scary, although they respected you it was more of a relief that you were on their side and not on the other end of the battlefield; but to Jiyan he couldn’t find anything else but puzzling amusement. He knew you better than them, however, so perhaps he was being unfair to them.
He told you and advised you various times to show at least some ‘mercy’, as he called it, to the fellow soldiers, but that mercy seemed even more frightening when you tried to show it. What you thought was a genuine and reassuring smile often was taken as a looming threat, and at times a brave soul or two would boldly approach you to question whether they had given you offense and if they could make it right. So many attempts were made on your end, as well as Jiyan’s, to soften your image, but that only seems to have had the opposite effect.
“You still frighten them..” Jiyan muttered, humor lacing his words as he sat at your side, a bowl of some brown and green vegetable stew held between his large hands, the long dragon nail on one of his fingers tapping against the bowl. You could only scoff lightly, your mouth full of the broth and mushy vegetables, but you’ve grown used to the taste by now.
“I did what I could to alleviate this…fear. You know this. I’ve done what I could, but honestly it is not that it bothers me, but it does puzzle me.. I joined the Rangers later, yet there are soldiers ages my senior that fear me. Have they not seen battle?” you muse aloud, feeling comfortable in the General’s presence to speak freely. It wouldn’t be the first time you both gossiped like this.
“They have,” he replied, scooping a spoonful of the stew into his mouth.
“They haven’t seen you hurting, nor have they heard you scream, only bark commands and appear like a shadow behind them” he chuckled, “I would be a bit on edge around you too were I in their place. You should be more social with them, offer them aid”
“As if I haven’t already-”
“I meant off the field. You taught them not to fear in battle. They have never seen you tender and fearful when a firework goes off like I have - if they saw you behave more human, I’m sure it would melt their fear”
You could only scoff and indulge in your broth, having found no disagreement in your head even if you wanted to challenge him on the matter. Why should you show fear? For their own comfort to see you more of a person? You understood it, yet felt uncomfortable to do it. It did not feel right.
“Maybe one day, Jiyan, one day. But that won’t be today or tomorrow. Maybe in a year.. or a few, but not today” you let yourself smile when Jiyan looked at you long, noticing the small quirk in his brows. “What, what are you going to do?” you question him, lowering the bowl down in your hands as you gaze at him, daring for him to try and go against your stubborn self. There was no harm in it, he knew, and you’d never done anything to hurt the troops, and you were jesting in the end, so he only shook his head and stuffed his mouth full of more of the broth to spare himself a scolding.
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Could I request Jiyan's s/o taking ng care of him while he's sick?
A/n: Sorry for waiting so long on this, I'm slowly making my way through the request now. I hope you enjoy this! <3
Contents: Jiyan x gn reader, Jiyan is called husband(hehe), sweet nicknames from Jiyan to reader, fluff, grammar mistakes probably
“My dear, I have told you time and time over-” A cough rippled through him, dry and scratching at his throat raw. Jiyan was rather adamant at getting his message across, however, and when the cough settled with you soothing up his back with your palm, he turned to you again “I don’t need pampering” he said, but his flushed face and sweaty forehead told another tale. One more true than he would tell it.
“You’ll sooner convince me the sky's neon yellow rather than that - although I’d hardly call it pampering, Jiyan” you told him briskly, fed up with this demeanor. Just this morning he had snuck out of bed to take care of himself, and were it not for his stumbling he might’ve gotten away with it. It was past breakfast now, and you had not only cooked for him the most rich broth you knew of, but you managed to break the feverish General into following your orders, although not without some remark from him. “Now sit back, I’m going to bring you something to cool you off with” this time your voice is softer, your eyes mellowing out as you reach out to tuck the stray hairs from his face, not missing the way he softly sighed. His golden eyes half lidded and heavy, tired to the bone, but all his bones knew was battle. You couldn’t fault him for trying to do it on his own nor for being so stubborn.
“Fine..” Jiyan replied with yet another heavy sigh that deflated his lungs, slumping his figure against the bedframe he rested against. His heavy lids fell over his eyes, and when he next opened them you were dabbing his sweaty forehead with a cool washcloth. He must have dozed off, he thinks to himself, blinking languidly as his eyes drink in you like honey, too thick to be drunk swiftly, yet not lacking for sweetness.
“What is it?” you ask him as he keeps on staring, something heavy about his eyes bringing your attention to him, for a moment granting him that sweet treat of your gaze on his own. He takes a deep breath in and then exhales, his words failing him.
He doesn’t want to touch you either, as the fever filled him from his head down to the tips of his fingers, and any touch would mean to him as if he had cut you. He wets his lips with a quick dart of his tongue before he shakes his head, all his movement slow as if he weighs twice more than he did. “Nothing..”
You scoff at him, not taking his words seriously. “It seems as if the fever has gotten to you more than I thought. Has it eaten away at your brain?” you shake your head as you dip the cloth in the cold water besides you before sliding it across his cheek and down to his neck. At that he gave a hiss, the cold cloth a stark contrast to his burning skin. It sent his muscles stiffening and begging for the offending feeling to be removed, but Jiyan knew it was for the better as he grit his teeth through it.
Sighing after you removed the cloth from his neck and collarbone, you moved to cup his hands and bring them around the cloth, hoping the coolness of it will get to him and ease his fever. You’ve given him medicine plenty, food as well, drinks he would grow sick of even more if you insisted he drink anything, so you moved to these small things to help him.
“You’re doing too much, my love..” he rasps, looking at you as you help hold his hands around the cloth.
“I am not doing too much. I am taking care of my husband..” you told him, tone easy and undertones of affection hugging close, apparent to Jiyan’s ears. It made him chuckle, shaking his chest that felt as if it would cave in on him if he dared laugh more, but he laughed regardless in face of your attempts to not seem too dotting. Yet you failed enormously, showing your worry in the most quiet ways of being loud. Hovering over him, never being too far. It was amusing at least.
“Right.. is that what you’d call what you’ve been doing in the last hour or so? You’re acting as if I’ve escaped famine and I’m dying in your arms.. My love, I will be alright. I just need a long rest, that is all..” he tries to reason with you, to ease your worries if nothing else. He removes one hand from your hold and puts it over yours. It’s warm, radiating heat like a hearth nearby, your own hand seems nearly cold in comparison.
“Then how about you stop moving so much, just.. lay back, and go sleep. I’ll go fix you something for dinner”
“Beloved, I’ve eaten too much already, just half an hour ago you had me eat another plate of that broth, and it is not even 12 o’clock... But I’ll rest, alright?”
You sigh at him, a touch irritated but you appreciate his attempts to help you too in your worried stupor to help him. “Fine. But if I see you or hear you shuffling about, you’ll come to regret it. You’ll hate me more than this fever of yours” This time it is you cracking small smiles, although you turn your head and tilt your nose into the air, acting ignorant of the smile.
Jiyan smiles back, nodding his head. “I hear you loud and clear..” he responds, voice mellow even more.
“In the meantime.. I will go out and run an errand or two. Maybe stop by the market, bring you something sweeter than a broth to eat before you complain that you are tired of it”
Jiyan knows there is no stopping you now. If you decided to go pluck lemon grass from the top of the highest mountain, he knew he’d be helpless to stop you. “That sounds fine with me. But don’t stay too long in the sun, unless you want to lay in this sickbed next to me”
“I’ll be alright. The sun can’t get to me so easily. Now, you rest” reluctantly you peel your hands away from his grasp, leaving the washcloth between his fingers and you leave the bucket of cool water close by too, should he feel the need for it. You lean closer, and before he could reject it, although he lacked strength for it, you kissed his temple and stood upright. His eyes followed your movement, both grateful for the kiss and on the verge of scolding you.
“Sleep well, Jiyan. I’ll be back soon”
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