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Relentless Nightmares

Jiyan x GN!Lieutenant!Reader

Theme: Hurt/comfort

Word count: 1163

Summary: You’re a lieutenant who works with General Jiyan. At some point, you begin having nightmares, causing you to take drastic measures to avoid sleep. Eventually, your teammates and your general start to notice and the general follows you in one of your nightly strolls to talk to you about it.

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[Note: This is my first time writing a fic in a really long time and I’m still learning. So Jiyan may be OOC in this. Feel free to offer feedback on my writing in the comments! Like/reblog if you enjoy this fic!]

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It started with one.

You wake up with a start, in the silent lull of the night in your tent, Like a pair of clawed hands, the fragments of your dream gripped onto the recesses of your mind, refusing to let go.

The flash of a black silhouette, rapid footfalls, a blade twisting into your abdomen, your organs-

Deciding not to risk another nightmare, you equip yourself with your weapon before venturing out of the Midnight Rangers’ camp into Desorock Highland.

As your nightmares began, reports of Tacet Discord attacks also increased, leading to increasing patrols and skirmishes. The rare nightly excursions also grew increasingly frequent as more nightmares appeared, each time with a different theme. Any mentions of concern would be shrugged off by you, using the increased patrols at night as a means of avoiding sleep in desperation.

“[Name]? What are you doing out here? You don’t have night shift duty today.”

You whirl around, hand over your sword in an instant before recognising the person in front of you. A friend.

‘What is she doing out here now of all times? Just when I was about to leave too.’ You complained internally, annoyed at yourself for being easily startled.

“Oh me? I was just going to raid the fridge hahah! I got hungry-”

“You can talk to me, you know, to any of us.”

“What’d you mean? I’m doing good. I’m just really hungry.” You insisted, and as if to prove your point, you began striding towards the food storage unit.

With a heavy sigh, your teammate lets you go, knowing that pushing you to talk in this state is pointless.

Little did the two know, a certain teal-haired general caught wind of their conversation, hidden behind a wall. There were reports of a ranger sneaking out in the dead of night but no one knew who the culprit was…until now. The delayed reaction time in training, your sudden motivation to take on more night shifts, your tired gait and your lack of focus during debriefings with the other lieutenants all made sense now.

Regret festers in his heart for not talking to you sooner. Tacet Discord attacks had swelled in the past few weeks, causing him to be busy with work. Jiyan couldn’t help but empathise with your situation, having been plagued with nightmares from time to time that involved his departed friends. Determined to not let one of his lieutenants- no, close friends suffer alone, he returns to his tent, pieces of a plan already being fused together on how to approach you.

In one of your nightly strolls, Jiyan decides to follow you from afar. Being badly sleep deprived, you don’t take notice. And it’s due to this that you fail to draw your blade against a Sabyr Boar in time, before a signature teal spear stabs it, killing it instantly.

“Are you hurt?” a familiar voice that you recognise as Jiyan asks as you turn to its source.

“No…it’s thanks to your quick reaction that I’m not hurt..” you respond, still too caught off guard from what happened. You check yourself for any injuries to be sure as Jiyan watches you. Beckoning you to follow him, the two of you walk to a nearby tree, before sitting on the ground, the wind ruffling both of your hair slightly.

“It was that obvious huh?” You began, a tired and defeated look in your eyes. You knew there was no hiding from the general, who you’ve seen look right through the lies of some of your teammates when they were up to no good. Sooner or later, your nightly ventures and underperformance in your duties were going to be picked up by someone other than your teammate.

“Not really, no. But more importantly, [Name], you don’t have to deal with it alone.” Jiyan replies in a compassionate tone as he places his hand over yours, squeezing it. Normally, you’d shrug him off, but due to a combination of the attack from earlier, your exhaustion, the sincere and compassionate tone in Jiyan’s voice and that it’s late at night, something in you breaks.

A lump begins forming in your throat as your eyes sting with unshed tears. Wiping them off quickly proved futile as more came to the surface. You hurriedly look away from Jiyan, fearing what sort of reaction he’d have to your breakdown as you bit your lip to silence your cries. Jiyan's eyes only soften with compassion and empathy as he watches you fall apart, using his armoured arm to pull you close to him. The warmth radiating from him is akin to a heated blanket, providing you with quiet comfort in the cold night, in your moment of vulnerability.

“Coping with the nightmares must have been challenging. There are many of us, including your team, and me, who care for you and want to help you. It hurts us all to see you suffer and refuse help.” Jiyan expresses honestly. You struggle to compose yourself, thinking of what to say in response but also moved by his kind words.

“I..I’m sorry-” you sob. “For making you all worry.”

“Don’t apologise. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Jiyan reassures.

You let your sobs fade into sniffles before you open up about your situation, a mix of fear, exhaustion and frustration bubbled in your chest.

“Every time I sleep. The nightmares haunt me. It’s- It’s always different each time. Sometimes I’m surrounded by all of you, dead and staring back at me. Sometimes I’m being- being ripped apart by TDs..” You ramble with a disturbed look, running a hand through your hair.

“And it’s not just that. Everything felt so..so real. When our friends are dying in those nightmares, I can hear their screams, their cries of pain- When I’m being stabbed, I can feel the blade twisting into my stomach, feel my organs twist too. I..I just- I don’t know what to do.” You confess quietly, voice breaking slightly at the end.

Jiyan listens intently to your every word rubbing your arm in soothing circles as you spoke. He allows a comfortable silence to fall between you, reflecting on your words as the stars twinkled in the dark sky as he tries to think up of suggestions.

“Come find me then.”

“What?” You question, confused with where he’s going with this.

“When you get them and you can’t sleep, come find me and we can find something to do. Or talk about the nightmare too if you want to. And no, you will not be burdening me. Let me help you.” Jiyan moves his hand over yours once more, squeezing it gently.

Faced with such sincerity, you nodded, accepting his offer to help.

The two of you lie underneath the tree, talking about various things for the rest of the night before exhaustion finally overtakes you, your breaths becoming even. Jiyan watches over you with quiet relief, happy that you finally got the rest you desperately needed.

Relentless Nightmares

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