May I Request One Jing Yuan For A Reader Who Is Burnt Out? Mayhaps They Are Asleep At Their Desk, Snoozing

May I request one Jing Yuan for a reader who is burnt out? Mayhaps they are asleep at their desk, snoozing on their papers.

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A/n: here's your food pookie, I hope this can bring you some comfort!

Contents: Jing Yuan x GN reader, fluff, short but sweet

Long lukewarm fingers of air carded over your head and from some faraway place of your mind you can feel them pleasantly stretching and moving down to your nape and shoulders. Flat presses touch upon your shoulders and suddenly you're laying in a field of tall warm grass, the shade of bronze, the sun beating down on your back. The air is pleasant, warm as the solid air that suddenly hugged you and turned you on your back. You mutter something to the air, telling it not to blow too hard, it's disturbing your sleep. 

“Not now.. Go away, the sun is too comforting to be.. taken away.. from me” you thought to say, your lips feeling too heavy but you remember scolding the air in some sun-dazed stupor.

Jing Yuan looks down at your sleeping face as you mumble incoherent and incomplete words, chuckling low in his throat as you tell him “away..no..go”. He wishes he could peer into your mind and see what you were seeing. Were you dreaming of him,  or maybe your exams? Papers uncounted lay scattered over your desk you so graciously fell asleep on, a half drank cup of coffee sat on the edge of it, and another cup beside it was empty. Jing Yuan wants it to have been the water you drank from it, but knowing you…

A soft exhale falls from his nose and he jostles you closer to his chest, holding you closer and your brows furrow in silent protest of the “wind” disturbing you too much, your hands over your chest as you subconsciously nuzzle into the “sun” too. 

Jing Yuan didn’t miss the crumbled pieces of paper falling from the trash bin, nor the countless notes you scribbled down, each paper bearing writing more wobbly than the last, and the last page held a long line right across and a blotch of ink at the end - presumably done when you passed off into slumber. He had been telling you to take a break for what feels like the entire days, messaging you sweet little nothings to remind you that you are cared for, yet all he got was gratitude and an empty promise of “soon”.

He doesn’t know whether to be glad or not for you having passed out on your own, knowing you might have protested further if he had caught you still awake, ready to call you away from that desk you were breaking your back and wrists over. 

No matter now, he tells himself shaking his head mildly as he hopes for sleep to hold you for several more hours, throughout the whole night - right there, in his arms, cuddled up underneath the warm sheets, waiting for sun to rise. 

Long lukewarm fingers of air carded over your head and from some faraway place of your mind you can feel them pleasantly stretching and moving down to your nape and shoulders. Flat presses touch upon your shoulders and suddenly you're laying in a field of tall warm grass, the shade of bronze, the sun beating down on your back. The air is pleasant, warm as the solid air that suddenly hugged you and turned you on your back. You mutter something to the air, telling it not to blow too hard, it's disturbing your sleep. 

“Not now..go away, the sun is too comforting to be hidden” you thought to say, your lips feeling too heavy but you remember scolding the air in some sun-dazed stupor.

Jing Yuan looks down at your sleeping face as you mumble incoherent and incomplete words, chuckling low in his throat as you tell him “away..no..go”. He wishes he could peer into your mind and see what you were seeing. Were you dreaming of him,  or maybe your exams? Papers uncounted lay scattered over your desk you so graciously fell asleep on, a half drank cup of coffee sat on the edge of it, and another cup beside it was empty. Jing Yuan wants it to have been the water you drank from it, but knowing you…

A soft exhale falls from his nose and he jostles you closer to his chest, holding you closer and your brows furrow in silent protest of the “wind” disturbing you too much, your hands over your chest as you subconsciously nuzzle into the “sun” too. 

Jing Yuan didn’t miss the crumbled pieces of paper falling from the trash bin, nor the countless notes you scribbled down, each paper bearing writing more wobbly than the last, and the last page held a long line right across and a blotch of ink at the end - presumably done when you passed off into slumber. He had been telling you to take a break for what feels like the entire days, messaging you sweet little nothings to remind you that you are cared for, yet all he got was gratitude and an empty promise of “soon”.

He doesn’t know whether to be glad or not for you having passed out on your own, knowing you might have protested further if he had caught you still awake, ready to call you away from that desk you were breaking your back and wrists over. 

No matter now, he tells himself shaking his head mildly as he hopes for sleep to hold you for several more hours, throughout the whole night - right there, in his arms, cuddled up underneath the warm sheets, waiting for sun to rise. 

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

I've been keeping you waiting for too long for my Blade x reader HoTD oneshot I'm sorry😔 the simping juice has been at an all time low recently 💔 I call Blade "The lord of the cursed blood" in the oneshot hehehe I think it fits his lore

Pookie do not worry at all, I'll wait for another year if it comes to it idc, your writing is well worth it all <3

ANd man.... HOTD Blade just sounds badass and so fitting for the universe too aaaa, it's gonna get to my brain worms

fyi if we’re mutuals you have full consent to be as feral as you want in asks and dms

"Deeds, not words"

A/n: Finally finished this and tbh I am very proud of how it came out even if I see that I could have done better in certain areas. I prefer the first one better, but tbh I love them both. I have scrambled together a little story to go along with this, although I do have to warn that the details of Jien and Proxy's story, how it really unfolds, is still subject to change. This drabble here is just me exploring ideas of how Proxy can start seeping more and more poison into Jien's life, but we'll see. To anyone that does read it, thank you <3 Mwah.

Contents: Syaoran, a technician of the team of Armed Archeologists, is accompanying Jien to Scalegorge Waterscape at the invite of a High Elder. What waits for them there is no warm welcome.

There is an odd tension in the air, so ill it made him sick. Scalegorge Waterscape had towering walls of water all around, and it felt as if they were ready to swallow him at any moment, the sky above being the only solace. The air was still with the smell of salt, and there was a quiet sound. Like the one a dog made before it growled. 

Miss YueXia didn’t budge, and Syaoran judged it was because she was from these parts. Perhaps she felt at home even, but whether that was good or bad didn’t have space in their conversation with the Elder before them. And now he could sense that feeling of anger from Jien, he only wished he could see her face from where he stood, a step behind her. Did she look angry? Or was it that cold expression she once served the team after that messed up expedition?

“We have welcomed you into our fold and treated you as our own. Yet our eyes have reported your face sneaking about in the night around the Luofu, sowing suspicions and spreading gossip. Is this your way to show gratitude, YueXia?”

The Elder looked at Jien with cold suspicious eyes. 

“High Elder, while I appreciate your invitation to meet me I fail to see how or why I would do such things, especially since I have not been on the Luofu in almost a year” she replied, cold and even tone, yet there was an unmistakable tinge of some need below it all - a need to make things right. A flicker of a flame. 

“Moreover, I have never wished you or the people of Luofu any ill will and I have always advocated for the safety of the civilians as much as a Cloud Knight. Did you bring me here to confront me for something another has done?”

“Another?” the Elder bristled, arrogance rolling off of him like a cloak. “I have seen it myself, this ‘another’ was you. I saw your face in the darkness. And you dare lie to my face? The Disciples of Sanctus Medicus have been on the prowl and you with them. I knew the IPC wishes to get their clutches on the Vidyadhara, but I refused to believe you would aid in such a goal”

That is not true, Syaoran wanted to say, feeling his face twist in displeasure. Jien was against the Abundance, against the Disciples, the whole team knew, but even if she wasn’t - her team was. Syaoran knew Kaiya had a burning hatred for the Abundance and his wife was from the Xianzhou Yaoqing. He’d be the first to jump against any idea of Jien bringing any harm to Xianzhou Luofu, but everyone knew she’d sooner go mad than think of such schemes. 

“Do you know how many you’ve hurt with your doings? And you wish to say my eyes are deceiving me as well?” 

Jien’s eyes fell dark and darker still, her jaw stiff as she ground her teeth together, listening to the Elder talk without interrupting him.

“I meant no insult when I previously said you were mistaken in your assertion, but now you are accusing me and my team of inexcusable crimes and I will not tolerate such” Her tail brushed against the cold stone, pale and gnawed away by sea and time. “High Elder, I can assure you I had no chance to do such things, even if I had the plan to ever harm you and the people, which I remind you again - I never did and never will do. I was half a cosmos away. Do you propose I have, perhaps, cloned myself? I pray you don't jest, High Elder, and listen to what I have to say. Who you saw was not me, I swear on my life..” Jien put her hand over her heart to show her sincerity as the seams of her silence began to tighten and break. 

The Elder Syaoran couldn’t remember the name of frowned deeply at her words, distrust swimming in his eyes, body taut as a bow string. “And you propose I believe you over the reports of countless others?” 

“I cannot force you to put those reports aside and trust my word alone, but I hope the eyewitnesses of my team, as well as camera surveillance and date records of my passage through the cosmos can be proof enough to you and so many others that are holding the belief that I or any of my team have committed these crimes. I am more than willing to bring them all over here, to you, as soon as morning comes if that would let your mind let go of these beliefs” Jien sighed and shook her head a moment later. “Although, I do fail to see - if these crimes are so severe, I would have expected someone else to come and question me about them..” there was a mild insult interlaced between her words and tone, so skillfully that not even the Elder before her could point it out without sounding mad.

He only exhales a long breath through his nose. “You will be questioned by the Ten-lords Commission” he said, tone resolute. Syaoran could see Jien move her hands behind her back, her fingers forming into a fist. Somthing told Syaoran that the High Elder came to this decision on the spot.. “The evidence is overwhelming and not in your favor. But I will give you until morning to bring your evidence to us, and we’ll take it from there”

Yknow what screams Jien to me,,

"I do not know why the Hive chose me, but it did

And I think it always had.

The song is loud and beautiful

And I am so very afraid .

There is a wasp's nest in my attic

Perhaps it can soothe my itching soul "

Does anyone know whats happening to Ray because for the past few days she hasnt really been much on tumblr, she still posts hcs but she doesnt reblog anything and she rarely replys to asks 😭

I'm sorry but I really don't know as I don't communicate with Ray privately. She seems pretty active to me writing-wise, but school has started too, she could just be focusing on that, plus I'm pretty sure she has mentioned she made a reblog account.