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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.

geshulin….ive been thinking about him so much it’s sick more specifically kissing the marks on his neck…I wonder if they’re sensitive…

mandlaofekedo stop it. i have so mnay thoughts .. mdni 18+

general geshulin isn’t caught off guard very easily. hes calculating and cautious, especially around others. however, you’ve found hus guard to be severely lowered around you. he becomes like a helpless puppy, clinging to your waist and rubbing his face into your stomach and neck.

he very much likes to tickle you, or at least catch you off guard. constantly, pinches your sides when you least expect it, or breathes down your neck, even going as far as to kiss the nape of your neck while having a conversation with someone else. he’s horrible.

however, you’ve recently discovered the general is also very ticklish. especially on the mark on his neck. one day, while cutting his hair, your fingers ran over the tattooed mark on his neck. he instantly flinched, grabbing onto your wrist with a slight smile on his face. he let out an airy chuckle,

“what are you doing?” he asked, brows furrowed. you look down at him, surprised at his outburst.

“sorry. did i hurt you?” geshulin shakes his head, taking your hand to cup his cheek. his nose and lips brush over the palm of your hand, before kissing your wrist. he hums against it, denying your question.

“you just caught me off guard is all. i always flinch when people touch me there,” geshulin speaks so casually as the summer breeze messes with his hair. you furrow your brows, laughing.

“you’re ticklish?” with a hand covering your lips, you laugh out loud. geshulin looks at you with a slight blush.

“i am not ticklish.” he says, agitated. you look at him with a soft smile as you brush his hair out his face.

“whatever you say honey” you reply with a cheeky smile.

ever since that day, you’ve been trying your best to prove to your lover that he is indeed ticklish. days he comes home tired from work and his body is sore, you offer to give him a bath and scrub his hair.

while he sits in the bath, you take this opportunity to kiss his neck while his head hangs back and exposes his mark. instantly he’s on you, grabbing you while he lets out an uncharacteristically high pitched squeak.

“what the hell?” he groans, watching your lips curl into a smile. eventually it erupts into laughter.

“sorry. i had to take up the opportunity.” gehsulin, far too tired to reprimand you for your antics just sighs and shakes his head in faux annoyance.

the second time you attempt to prove to the general that he is ticklish, is when he has you seated on his lap. your lips lock together, hands running over each other’s bodies. the night is young, but you’re both far too impatient to wait. geshulin makes quick work of your dress, sliding it down your body as his hands kiss your curves.

you on the other hand, palm at his clothed crotch, lips kissing the sides of his face and going down his jaw. geshulin seems to thrive in the feeling, his head lolling back as he enjoys the feeling of his lover feeling him up.

“darling,” he says in a low tone, hands dangerously close to your clothes cunt. he doesn’t wait any longer before sliding your panties to the side as his free hand unbuckles his pants. he frees his cock from its confines, and sliding the enraged tip over your slit.

he can hear the squelching from your liquid mixing, almost moaning at the sound. while you make work of the too half of his clothes, an idea pops into your mind. you slide yourself backwards, no longer having his tip brush against you. instead you guide him to lay on the couch as you straddle his thighs.

“let me. you’ve been working far too hard, general.” and boy, does that get him going. geshulin lets out a shaky breath as his nails dig into your plush hips. he chuckles, though his voice does stammer when your hand wraps around his cock.

his tip is leaking pre, your thumb collecting the liquid and bringing it to your lips. as your hand makes work of your cock, you bend forward and down to his ear to whisper things in his ear.

“you know, i’ve been thinking about you so much these past few days,” geshulin grins, trying his best not to cum so quickly. however it’s been a rough few days and the man is so pent up.

“hah, is that so? what’s been on your mind, honey? tell me, please?” his voice trembles at the end, hips jerking into your hand. you chuckle, taking your other hand and pumping it up the length of his cock. your left thumb pressing against his slit, feeling his cock jump in your hands.

“honey, please.” he borderline begs. geshulin’s hands grab onto your hips, grinding your soaked cunt on his thigh. your clit catches on the material of his pants, making you moan and mewl in his ears. he doesn’t make the situation any better, especially when he pulls the hood of your clit up, allowing it to more directly rub against his pants.

you dip your head into his neck when you feel geshulin growing closer to the edge. his cock is practically pulsing, begging for his high to come already. like the angel you are, you help him you. while his hands are distracted with your hips and clit, you take this time to kiss the markings on his neck.

the sound geshulin makes, practically makes you cum. your pussy gushes at the guttural noise he makes. there’s ropes of his cum shooting onto your abdomen and between your fingers the moment your tongue peaks out to lick that marking.

as the general catches his breath, he looks up at you with hooded eyes. he can’t help but take this moment to admire how gorgeous you look with his cum sprayed all over your body. fuck, maybe he should pull out often (he knows deep in his heart he could never do that because 1. he’s a greedy man who enjoys the feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around him and 2. you also are greedy and enjoy him filling you up to the brim)

“you, my darling, are an egregious little vixen. you know that?” geshuline’s laughter fills your ears as his fingers slid against his cum on your body. he brings those very same fingers to your lips and you obediently open wide.

“atta girl.” he adjusts your bodies to where he’s sat up right with you in his lap once again. “let’s try that again, yeah? this time however, i think i’d like to be the one tickling you. sound fun?”

you’ve learned ever since that day to not mess with your lover. he strikes back ten times harder.

© ilyhaitanii - do not repost, translate, plagiarize

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. 

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

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,"

© dendroseelie. don't steal, copy, or plagiarize and you'll gain 1000+ hp.

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. 

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

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 !

@drxcorelibre - do not steal, plagiarise or repost my posts on any other social media. This is my only fanfiction account.

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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On my knees for some Geshu Lin content. Specifically some general relationship hcs.

You're a life savior ma'am ✨️

A/n: I got you nonnie 😙 First time writing for Geshu so I hope it's all good. Lemme know what you think

Contents: gn reader, tones of angst, some fluff, nothing much else, pretty much just some regular hcs

-Generally speaking, Geshu Lin would be tough to get to with all the hustle and bustle of his work duty, he's practically always throwing himself at the front lines as he wishes to materialize his goal into reality

-And although he may strike someone like the type to truly be neglectful of all things emotional besides the pure passion and anger to achieve the aforementioned goal, he still submits to human desires

-He rarely takes off time off work, and if he does take days off, when the front lines are secure from TDs, he spends his days working in some other ways.

-The home is in need of firewood? Geshu Lin is already in the woods getting the best tree down and chopping it up. Need food? If possible he'd go hunting himself, but he often just goes to browse the nearby market for the freshest option. Need help with furniture and rearranging? No problem

-He doesn't talk too much, as he's often exhausted and simply lacks in conversation that aren't founded by goals for war. And although that may make him seem one sided, he's much more complex than that

-There’s a weird comfort in his silence, and reassurance in the most human way he clumsily grasps the needle between his fingers to stitch up a hole in his shirt, telling you that you don't have to do it for him - he's got it.

-There’s something so innocently sad in the way he sits at the front porch and stares off at the setting sun, and should you find yourself next to him, he'd be placing his scarred and calloused hand over yours, sometimes thumbing at your warm skin absentmindedly

-He’s been a child, and in the times where everything is so slow and peaceful he finds himself yearning for easier times like that. When he didn't know much about the world and when his parents took care of his worries and he went to sleep with bruised knees and his pillow in his embrace. It's for a reason told that ignorance is bliss.

-Geshu Lin would do his best to be more soft and tender with you, and although it proves difficult for him he doesn't stop trying. Sometimes it's not in the same capacity as the days before, or as straightforward as the other times, but he never truly stops trying to match your needs

-In the end, you became someone really treasured to him. In his words - you wormed your way into his heart and refuse to leave

-His love is rough around the edges too, like a tall sharp fence around a piece of land, but the garden he's trying to build for you is like no other. Tell him of the flowers you'd like there, the trees and the insects and animals, and he'll bring them to you. The fence will expand, you're not trapped, but you're safe.

-Geshu Lin prefers to show his love like that, through acts and gifts and any other physical show of his love, affectionate words are not his strong suit

-In the night he'd cling to you, stuck to your back like glue as he breathes in the smell of your hair after your bath, his arms wrapped around you

-He is not too much of a morning person unless there's a duty to do. So on days off it's a 50/50 whether he wakes up early or not. A lot of times he'd wake up early but decide to stay in bed for another hour or so, for you, and to make up for all lost sleep

-In the mornings where you wake up next to him, with him still dozing off, he'd be the most vulnerable and tender. Smiling softly at you as you move back strands of his messy hair that fell over his face. His half lidded eyes would drink in your appearance that looks nothing short of ethereal and peaceful, feeding his weary heart

-Geshu Lin can't help but draw you closer to his chest, kissing the top of your head and telling you to stay still for a few more minutes.

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Sorry if this request is strange but I'm curious as to what you think Jiyan, Jinhsi, Geshulin and Mortefi would look like if they became dragons? What type of dragon would they be, how big and anything interesting!

Wuthering Waves characters as dragons!

A/n: YESSSSSSSS. Worry not anon, your request is not strange at all! I did give myself go to also visualize what I think they'd look like as dragons, along with some headcanons and a size chart at the end. I do hope you like this :) please enjoy my mind worms talking about the dragon hyperfixation lol All art here was done by me, do not use without permission/credit

Contents: Dragon Wuwa characters, Jiyan, Geshu Lin, Jinhsi and Mortefi x reader (separate), fluff, a bit of angst if you squint really hard, grammar mistakes probably bc I'm like that

Jiyan:

-Jiyan is one of the bigger dragons, but his strength lies more so in endurance and perseverance rather than just brute strength

-His scales are smoother and look softer even, and when light passes over them they look a bit like fish scales with the way they glimmer

-Personality wise, as a dragon he is about the same as his human self, easy going and calm. Unless provoked or called to battle, you will scarcely ever see hostility from him, if ever at all. He does often linger near places where danger would be lurking, earning himself the title of a guardian very easily and early on. He just seems to have the sixth sense for trouble, and he can’t get himself to turn a blind eye to any suffering of his people

-Besides being battle ready and such, it is said his presence does have a calming aura with it, some dare say that it even heals the person to some extent. His scales, when ground up, have healing properties, and Jiyan does not lack generosity for that either.

-He has stepped into service of the territory as a young dragon, and a part of that youthful naivety still lingers in him, although he has grown wiser - he still blindly believes in that good of the world. One day it will all pass, the evil will be no more, and Jiyan will retrieve to some distant corner where, somewhere high up from where he can watch the lands and bask in the sun, all the past troubles now lost to memory

-His fur is really fluffy although a bit coarse to the touch, it protects him as much as it servers a more aesthetic side of his dragon. He takes good care of it, and doesn’t like it getting mangled. He gladly lets you help him with it too, if you have the strength to comb through all of it lol

-He does have a taste for swimming, both to remain clean but also active. He does running enough, and swimming is a fun activity that takes his weight off of his legs. However he does not like the sea, the salty water makes him icky

-The jewelry he wears and the armor was all gifted to him by important people in his life and fellow dragons, he wears them with pride and let’s them give him courage in trying times

-If you are a dragon too, or a human he values a lot and keeps close, he makes for a great cuddle buddy. He is long and when he curls up, it’s as if he made a bed in the middle of this little spiral for you to lay in. He is very peaceful and really likes the time spent with you.

-If you are a human and he is in this giant dragon form, he acts as if you’re an ant underfoot, which honestly you are, seeing how tiny you are compared to his claws alone, and he is quite worried he may hurt you or god forbid step on you

-He steps around you gingerly, always having an eye out for you so he knows where not to step or trudge to close to

-Preferably he’d have you riding on his back or on top of his head, there’s more than enough space there

-Seeing as he is a dragon most of the time, doing his work, it is rare you’ll catch him in his human form a lot, but when you do he relishes in your touch. Nuzzling in your neck and breathing in your scent as if he was starved of it. 

Geshu Lin:

-A war dragon through and through. Born and bred for battle.

-Although his species is related to Jiyan and Jinhsi's, he does share similar features to the winged dragons of the New Federation. Tough scales and spikes line his entire body, acting as both a weapon and a shield to himself against other enemies. His body is lined with scars and scratches, old and new, displaying his long years of service and experience in battle.

-He has half of a whisker missing on his left side 

-The jewelry he wears is a memorial of people he long lost in battle, although some believe he also looted the pieces of another dragon he triumphed over in war.

-He is a formidable beast and willful, he’s not someone to be trifled with. Some say he has learned to manipulate flames on the battlefield. But whether that is true or not, everyone has grown to fear the pale beast of Jinzhou.

-Due to his long years spent on the battlefield he has become an uneasy individual to be with or hold a conversation with, and his nights are often plagued with unrest or nightmares, he can never seem to rest easy. Only battle can make his mind escape the troubles of his other days, and for a little while it all seems to make the world stop - and he can finally breathe again

-Due to this, the medics that were close enough to realize this, suggested he wears protective amulets and papers with prayer written onto them in hopes that such would ease his mind. Time is yet to tell if these ever worked, or if Geshu Lin was touched by this moment of care from others

-It is said you were the only one that could bring him peace of mind, even if all you did was simply linger in the camp or near him. Geshu Lin did have a knack for always beckoning you close - just sit beside him, it will be enough. Sometimes you two would take to a more secluded place in the mountains, still overlooking the battlefield, but far away so no one could see. And he’d lay down, his body falling and rumbling through the ground while he exhaled heavily. He naps, letting you do as you please. If you wish to sit on his back he is not one to deny it, or if you want to sleep beside him, all the better. He has full confidence he can and will defend you if someone dares to sneak up on you two

-Geshu Lin rarely goes back to his human form. He has grown to dislike how weak that vessel can be, and how little it can do for the war cause, so he has all but abandoned it.

-If he does return back to human form, it would be to pass through some tunnel most likely than not, or to talk to some human captain back in the city on the rare occasions he goes back for meetings or to give his report. He is more grumpy in this form, he doesn’t like it - it makes him feel weak. People have learned to respect this side of him, although some genuinely fear him too and keep their distance away from him at all cost

-During one particular battle where even he was overwhelmed, he disappeared, leaving behind a long, thick trail of blood and fallen enemies to litter each end of the battlefield, but no one ever found him, no matter how much they followed the red line. It was odd for such a giant beast to simply vanish. Some speculated he died, but others argued that if he was truly dead, his remains would have been found by now. So, now he makes for a great ghost tale among the people. Some say that if you go to an old battlefield, you can hear his growling and snarling underneath the cracked and blood soaked earth

Jinhsi:

-Most beloved of dragons and, as the word has it, the most powerful among the dragons. She may not be as big as the battle dragons of the land, or most formidable looking, but do not let looks deceive you. She has protected her lands in her own ways, and none of them were easy

-She does not lack in wisdom and knowledge, but to her closest companions she did express doubt over her capabilities on a handful of occasions.

-Jinhsi looks like the embodiment of the snowy mountains and the glaciers that can be found around Mt. Firmament. Soft flowing fur that hugs her neck like a thick mane, and the long tuft of fur on her tail is faded to a blue. Sometimes, people say they can see snowflakes on her fur, flowing from it and melting when they touch the ground

-She often floats instead of walking, holding an air of elegance and regality about her wherever she goes. Her claws are faded gold and she has two golden stars on top of her forehead, the third one hidden underneath the fur

-The people often do bring gifts as offerings to her, some which she declines if she sees the person offering it needs it more than she does. 

-During the year she will descend down to her land of people and bring her own gifts - sometimes a few days of cool air during summer droughts, or easier snows during long winters, other times she only brings her presence when the people feel uneasy due to wars happening outside the borders. A lot of times she holds an audience in the main plaza, giving her advice to the towns people and even travelers from distant lands

-Jinhsi assists in the war mostly by gaining intelligence, giving strategies to the generals and captains, and while she does know how to fight, she saves her strength for the city, should all outside forces fall.

-She is one made for solitude, or at least that is the nature of her duty, and not many people actually see her face-to-face or outside of her duty which seems to be never ending, 24/7

-She rarely sleeps, and some say she doesn’t even need to sleep. Her Grace only needs the love and trust of her people to give her strength - or so the tale would say

-She is still young in terms of dragon years, but for her age she has grown a lot. Her scales are still soft, smooth running across her pale body.

-She doesn’t often let anyone near her den, which the people have decorated so beautifully with gifts, gems, silk and much more. She would let you in, secretly during the night when you both can have the reprieve of the watchful eyes of guards of civilians. She lets you talk, listening attentively as she rests her worn body

-She purrs in her sleep sometimes, long soft groans in her throat that seem like a bunch of gentle bees caught and wrapped in cotton and linen and then pressed to your ear to help you sleep.

-She doesn’t often go in her human form, much like Geshu Lin - it makes her vulnerable. And as someone of high status as her, it would be wise to avoid any vulnerability. She’d rather not risk being caught unaware with a blade in her heart or at her throat

-In human form she seems to be more slow in her movement, perhaps due to not using the vessel so much or due to exhaustion the long years of duty have taken upon her, but she is aware of every sound around her and often knows you are there before you even announce yourself

Mortefi:

-A rare dragon in these lands, as not many New Federation dragons can be found so far from their home. They aren't nomads by any means, and prefer to stick to their land of origin.

-Yet, Mortefi is unlike what gossip would describe him or his kind as. Fanatical and obsessive over technology, that part he shares in common with his peers, but he is nowhere near as greedy. He does not hoard his knowledge in a pile, hiding away from the people for all eternity, nor is he as aggressive as his kind usually is, especially to strangers.

-While he truly is a loner, having made himself a home far from the central city and keeping it tidy and perfect for his high standards, he doesn’t shy from contact if he runs into someone else

-He’d much rather he didn’t run into them, but what does he have to be scared of? His scales can barely be pierced and fire does him no harm, what could anyone do to him? And conversation he doesn't fear either. It is unlike that someone knows something he doesn't already, but a little bit of back and forth hurt no one.

-He is the only one here to breathe fire, and his flames are strong red with streaks of orange. Geshu Lin does have some power of manipulating purple flames but they don't seem to have the same source, he doesn't breathe fire like Mortefi.

-He has quite a lot of witty remarks if some curious wanderer stops by his territory, and eventually he chases them off with his banter as the other person simply can’t handle his jargon and analogies - some even directed at them 

-What some don’t know though, is that Mortefi has kept guard over the most naive and vulnerable ones of their community. The children that returned to the cities and villages after being lost for days, only returned when he found them. Often with a little trinket in hand. He may not like the adults as much, but children he can’t fault for their naive outlook on the world or their curiosity. He was once a child too, full of wonder and spark that he believes he lost, he hasn’t felt it in years. His own upbringing left a hole in his chest, that spark once filled that hole, but now it’s gone

-He doesn’t like when people enter his abode, and he likes it even less when they touch his things. Those may be the only times you see him be so enraged - he has quite the specific way of sorting things, you see, and he keeps it all clean too, so don’t touch it. He hasn’t spent so long sorting it all out, building his craft and honing his skills just for you to put it out of place

-In terms of size, at the present he is the smallest of the dragons listed here, but he is awfully slow growing. Longevity is one of the qualities that marks his kind, so this isn’t out of place for him. He will grow, but it will take long years to get to the size some of his elders in the New Federation are at.

-Mortefi is someone who indulges in his human form more than any other, preferring human hands to do his experiments than his big dragon claws, although both have their merit in their own ways

-He works quickly, and long nights are often spent at the table of his abode, making yet another craft, be it for the children or for his own self-given quests for knowledge

-He does keep you away while he is working, but ever since you wormed your way into his heart, he could never keep you too far off. He can feel you lingering nearby, watching him work sometimes, and he doesn’t mind. He also realizes how happier he is to explain his process when you ask, the hole in his chest slowly being made full once more

Size chart:

Geshu Lin is the biggest of them all, but Jiyan isn't too far behind

Jinhsi is bigger than Mortefi although Mortefi has more mass to him, he is very chunky

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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.

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Kuro cooked w him he's literally so MEOWWW

ROMANCE TROPES ✧ ( hsr, gi, wuwa ) - part 3

ENEMIES TO LOVERS scar ( wuwa ), jiyan ( wuwa ) , blade ( hsr ), caelus/stelle ( hsr ) , dottore ( gi ) , wanderer ( gi )

FORBIDDEN LOVE dan heng ( hsr ) , scar ( wuwa )

ACADEMIC RIVALS alhaitham ( gi ), dr ratio (hsr)

GRUMP AND SUNSHINE

grumpies : jiyan , calcharo, alhaitham , dottore , pierro , diluc, blade, imbibitor lunae, dr ratio

im lazy to do more bruh

I NEED THEM IN MY LIFE

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

JIYAN ?!??!

made a hsr, gi, and wuwa self aware fic :33

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?”

Carry the Moon / Part 1

Xiangli Yao x Reader

Part 1 ~~~ Part 2 ~~~ Part 3

Summary: From first meetings to searching your voice in every room, how very intriguing you’ve become to him.

As a spirited adventurer, you’re used to a life of action and impulse, having little interest left for the world of data and deduction. But when you stumble upon a rare mineral, you find yourself drawn to the unexpected warm soul that resides within the logic-stricken researcher Xiangli Yao. And as your practical instincts clash with his world of science, sparks fly in more ways than one.

“I would advise against entering that room if your life is dear to you.”

The sudden voice yanks you out of your thoughts and you tense up.

Shit. There goes the plan of being quick and sneaky.

You let your hand slide down from the door handle while trying to come up with a plausible excuse. Not that the truth isn’t plausible on its own, it's just… more on the embarrassing note.

Your grip tightens around your bag as you turn around slowly, a careful neutral expression on. Only to come face-to-face with the Xiangli Yao himself.

‘Thank you, universe,’ you think dryly to yourself.

“I can assure you; it won’t be a pleasant experience to try and sneak into the room,” Xiangli Yao continues. “For neither of us, if I might be honest. Mortefi likes to protect his personal office quite well and I’d be the one having to drag your unconscious body to the infirmary.”

He says all this with a measured calmness and poise you wouldn’t exactly expect from him under these circumstances. After all, if you were to find a stranger lurking around the sacred workshops of Huaxu Academy in the dead of night it wouldn’t exactly offer the picture of the most good-natured intentions.

‘Oh, just why did you have to procrastinate this task out of all?’ You scold yourself. Explosives, my ass. Then you speak out loud, giving him a sidelong glance. “You’re bluffing.”

The renowned Researcher crosses his arms, a challenging quirk to his brow. “Am I?”

“You’re Xiangli Yao.” Since when do researcher have that much sass? You shift slightly, the bag in your hands has gotten uncomfortably cold by now.

“Positive.” His eyes flicker down to your bag, before they return back to you, studying your reaction carefully. “And who are you, if I might ask? I can’t recall you being one of the students, right?”

“I’m here to drop this off at Mr. Mortefi’s office,” you explain and gesture to the bag hanging from your arm.

“At this time of the night?”

“You’re also still here.”

“I am a researcher.”

“And I’m a commissioned Questor,” you dart back. “And these Glacio herbs need to get into a cool environment before they freeze off my pouch entirely.” Then you point towards Mortefi’s office door with a deadpan expression, not buying his ‘warnings’. “But apparently it seems I might explode upon entering. So, I’m in a bit of a dilemma.”

Instead of the expected annoyance you are used to from members of the academy there is an amused glimmer in Xiangli Yao’s eyes. “Indeed, security got extra tight lately.” He studies you for a moment, as if searching for a reason to alarm security.

You hold his gaze, even if his calculating expressions make you feel sort of bare, like he was aiming to make an X-ray of your mind.

Then, finally, he relaxes his stance and steps closer, a key glistening in his hand.

“Allow me.” There is a click and Yao steps inside, holding the door open for you.

When the room in fact does not get blown up and also no alarm goes off, do you actually enter the room, but that doesn’t keep you from frowning anyway, “You’re just letting me in without further evidence? Perhaps the security isn’t as tight as you said, and you guys do need some explosives around here.”

You hear him huff in amusement as he follows you further into the neat and spacious workshop. “As you mentioned, these Gravedos need to be preserved in suitable temperatures as soon as possible.”

You feel his eyes on you as you enter Mortefi’s en suite refrigerator room and search for an adequate location for your gathered herbs.

“Besides, I was aware that we were expecting a delivery of Gravedos. Although Mortefi hinted at it being supposed to arrive last evening.”

You grimace. A fracture of you had hoped, your overdue delivery could’ve been missed. But of course not, given you’re surrounded by a bunch of nerdy researchers and scientists. When you turn back around, you find Xiangli Yao leaning against the door, his keen eyes observing you. Again, you shift slightly under his gaze, a bit of embarrassment creeping into you.

“Well, yeah, about that… I ran into some trouble on the way there. I hope none of your research or important projects will suffer too big of a loss because of that,” you half-ass an apology and can’t help but cringe a bit at the mocking tone in your voice.

But against your expectations, the wariness in Xiangli Yao’s eyes melts away and he shakes his head. “Personally, it won’t trouble me. Mortefi on the other hand is quite strict on his schedule as you might have noticed. But do not worry, he’ll be fine. Eventually.”

You nod, rummaging around the pockets of your bag. “Fortunately for my head, he paid me in advance so I can avoid him in the next couple of days. Unfortunately, though…” You find what you’ve been searching for and display the materials on a table. “I was planning to ask Motefi if there’s anything that could be of value or interest for ‘the science’ or for him personally here, but… perhaps you could help me out instead?”

As you look up, you find Yao already stepping closer as well, taking in the various items and minerals spread across the table. You watch as he quietly studies them with an intrigued expression. Then his eyes suddenly narrow, before they widen once again. “Is that…?” He reaches for a blue crystal-like mineral that reflects in the artificial light of the room. His movement halters before his fingers can graze the stone's surface.

“You recognise it?”

“I do. And yet it should be nearly impossible. I didn’t dare to hope that this would find its way into the academy anytime soon.” He looks up and meets your eyes. “If I may ask – where exactly did you find them?”

“The sea of flames. It was more of a coincidence that I stumbled across them.”

Xiangli Yao’s eyebrows rise. “That’s quite the treacherous region. Incredible.”

“Then they must be worth something, right? Do you have any use for it?” You lean back against the desk, eyes shifting between him and the crystals. Might not hurt to try and catch an idea of their market’s price around here. Who knows, maybe this guy would be willing to make a good offer. He is the principal investigator after all, if you remember correctly.

Yao picks up one of those blue crystals and turns it between his fingers with a pensive expression. “They are called Ardores Lapis. Sometime after I built my robot Patty I searched for various ways to modefy its abilities and also combine some techniques in my mecha arm. That’s when I came across this mineral in my research. Ardores Lapis is a wide-ranging phenomenon as its mere existence contradicts many common beliefs in science. It should not exist and yet…”

His eyes gleam with quiet wonder. Or rather not so quiet…

You blink a few times, pulling yourself together as you realise how you’ve drowned in his nerdy yet concise explanation. So, in the heat of the moment, you answer impulsively, “Keep it then.”

At this Yao’s eyes dart to you, clearly taken aback. “Excuse me?”

“I mean it,” you reply sincerely. “I won’t charge you until I figure out what this bad boy is actually worth. Until then, you might as well use it for your… experiments.”

He shakes his head, placing the Ardores Lapis carefully back on the table. “No, that’s not right. You initially wanted to bring these to Mortefi. It’s meant for him to test and decide what to do with it.”

“Maybe. But it didn't come to that. I mean, look at it this way.” You make a point of adding a touch of dramatic element to your facial expressions as you tap your finger on the table. “Fate wanted me to be late on my deadline, missing Mortefi's open-office-time only for you to stumble upon me and just like chess-pieces falling into place, it all aligned so this ends up in your blessed hands.”

Amusement and mirth twinkle in his eyes. “You certainly have a knack for using verbal theatrics, do you not?”

You shake your head, a smile grazing your lips. “Listen, back in the sea of flames there were a whole lot of these. I’ll head back there first thing tomorrow morning and bring some more. Delivery for you and for Mortefi.” You lift your thumb to emphasise your affirmation and also because you really, really want to just leave already and get at least a few hours of sleep in from this night. And like, that would mean even more of a higher payment for you anyway.

Fortunately, Yao must’ve come to the same conclusion as he inclines his head in gratitude. “Then please, accept my payment as of now at least. Give me a price, money is no problem.”

Oh, that guy is loaded, loaded. You sure are gonna eat good this month.

“While I appreciate the gesture, I can’t give you a proper sum without knowing the full extent of its worth. I might need some… research time.” Great, so the academy's air is starting to rub off on you, huh? “Besides I trust you’re the only one at the moment with the knowledge on how to properly take care of the minerals before they wither away, correct? So do it for the big science, or whatever you guys use as motivational speech."

Yao hesitates, debating his morals, which no doubt are on the right side of his heart. Then he nods. “Alright, then.” Reluctantly, but without any further protest, Yao accepts the minerals you hand out. 

“I - you have my deepest gratitude.”

“Careful, if I return empty-handed tomorrow, Mortefi might try to duel you for their return.” You retort with a teasing glint in your eyes.

Yao laughs under his breath, the sound warm in contrast to the cool room. “Yes, he might be prone to do that.”

As you’re ready to leave you reach for your bag and gather your belongings, Yao tilts his head, as if realising something.

“You still haven’t told me your name.”

You stop by the door frame and turn back around to him for a moment. “Maybe next time then, pretty boy.” Something in you (probably the lack of sleep) spurs you on to even wink at him as you quickly hurry away before the last ounce of self-reverence leaves you entirely

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Carry The Moon / Part 2

Xiangli Yao x Reader

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Synopsis: From first meetings to searching your voice in every room, how very intriguing you’ve become to him.

As a spirited adventurer, you’re used to a life of action and impulse, having little interest left for the world of data and deduction. But when you stumble upon a rare mineral, you find yourself drawn to the unexpected warm soul that resides within the logic-stricken researcher Xiangli Yao. And as your practical instincts clash with his world of science, sparks fly in more ways than one.

You have been in luck.

More so with the blooming of this strange mineral, despite how short its life span may be.

Yet, your luck has been less generous with the amount of people swarming the halls of the Academy.

It is crowded as hell, with people literally everywhere. Students, scholars, researchers, scientists and who knows who else, all buzzing like bees in a hive. Really makes you miss the TDs you’ve just encountered on your way back.

Good thing of this, people don’t even bother to look at you, too engrossed in their own work or conversations.

Aside from that, finding Xiangli Yao’s work office was still surprisingly easy, conveniently near the archives. And against your presumptions of a typical researcher, you find his workshop to be less… chaotic than you previously imagined.

Perhaps not deserving the label “tidy” quite yet, but enough to discern his care for structure. You guess that’s probably down to his title as the principal investigator.

You step into the room, greeted by the soft hum of various devices and flickering holograms. The man himself is hunched over a stack of books; several loose sheets of paper are scattered across the desk and some even on the floor.

You notice how Yao is standing, rather than sitting on the chair right next to him. Not wanting to startle him, you tap a quick knock on the open door.

At the sound, Yao looks up and you’re caught off guard by how genuine the smile is he greets you with. “Y/N, good afternoon. I hope your trip to the Sea of Flames wasn’t too much trouble.” He places a bookmark between the pages of his book, averting his full attention to you.

You arch an eyebrow, faintly surprised. “So, you found out my name, then.”

“Of course, you’re among the most frequent task-takers of the Pioneer Association.” He nods and tilts his head slightly. “And you’ve handled several commissions and requests for the Academy itself.”

You offer a dry bow. “At your service.”

“Please, come in,” he makes an inviting gesture. “I have some time to spare, before a meeting with some colleagues.”

As you walk further into his super high-tech workshop, you come to realise how surprisingly endearing the décor is, despite the clear cyber-style design.

“So… this is where you tinker away all day then, huh?” You murmur as you catch sight of the several plants and flowers adorning the room and is this… a plushie of a Gulfpuff on the top of that shelf?

Xiangli Yao gives a quick laugh and rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. “Ah, well, yes. It is sort of my second home. Can I offer you some coffee, or we also have juice here if you prefer that?”

“Coffee would be nice, thank you.”

While Yao moves to another table and starts preparing two cups of coffee, you slip off your backpack and take out the collected Ardores Lapis. You move some newspaper and strange-looking trinkets aside - carefully of course – before arranging the minerals along the counter.

“You have my greatest gratitude and also my deepest respect for this, y/n.”

You raise your head to meet Yao inspecting the stones before his eyes settle back on you.

The guy is practically glowing with excitement at whatever possibilities these rocks are sparking in his head. “The chances of finding Ardores Lapis in the wild, let alone in full bloom are remarkably low, bordering on the extraordinary.”

“So, what I’m hearing, these rocks are basically my retirement plan?” you quip, tilting your head.

Yao lets out a soft, amused huff and pushes himself off the counter to hand you your cup of coffee. You accept with a quiet, ‘Thanks’.

“Only if your retirement plan isn’t scheduled in the near future. Otherwise, let’s just say my theories still need to be proven before I can guarantee the stones’ effects and potential. But as of now, they’re definitely priceless – at least scientifically speaking.”

“Great.” You reply dryly as you follow him to his desk, with tons and tons of books and loose paper sheets gathered around. “So, in other words, this might end up being some pile of plain ol’ vanilla rocks?”

“The worst-case scenario will be that your retirement might end up a rock garden.”

Yao’s attempt of consolations makes you snort in return. “At least they’re pretty rocks,” you sigh, tracing your finger along the warm mug in your hand.

“Don’t misunderstand. I fully intend to hold onto my word and compensate you adequately. Here, let me show you.”  He nods towards a hologram on his desk, adorned by barely legible scribbles and sketches.

He points to one of those sketches. “This shows one of the initial discoveries of Ardores Lapis, such as you’ve encountered. Out of all the essays and data logs I’ve studied, only three other researchers have encountered Ardores Lapis in person. To have these samples here in the academy could revolutionise technology.”

Even though Yao maintains a calm voice while explaining, his inner turmoil and excitement are as clear as the day. You skim over the lines of words projected in the hologram, trying to make sense of the information as well as the significance of it. “Have you informed Mortefi already? See if he’s still in a foul mood because of me?”

“Don’t worry. As soon as he lays eyes on these minerals, all will be long forgotten. I will bring them to him later today.”

“But you’ll keep the ones from yesterday, right?”

He smiles. “I will. Definitely. Mostly because I already started working on them.”

Yao gestures toward the giant cubic on his desk, now glowing as its claw clearly contains the shards of one of the Adores Lapis you’ve brought, along with some other materials you couldn’t name.

“I’ve made you copies of the books, along with my conclusions and comments,” he says, tapping on the hologram. “I’ll send the data to your Pangu Terminal. “

“For Me?” You ask, a bit incredulous, as your terminal pings with the incoming information. “Listen, I respect science but like… from a healthy distance. I’m not much of use for this, trust me.”

He chuckles softly in a way that fills his blue eye with warmth. “Don’t worry. I’ve written it in a way that’s easy to understand, even for non-scientists. I simply want you to be able to determine your own pricing for the minerals. Once word gets out about your find, Mortefi and I won’t be the only ones interested.”

As you open the log file and skim through his summaries, you can’t help but be touched by his thoughtful gesture. He could have easily dismissed your limited knowledge on this topic and offered a low price for the stones or even written them off as worthless. You’ve dealt with enough customers like that in your career to know well how rare this kind of consideration is. Still, you are also aware, not to end up on the loose end of a deal.

So, looking at him, the genuine “Thank you” flows with an uncommon ease from your lips.  

After a few moments of silence, you clear your throat, trying to shake the feeling of vulnerability that threatens to rise within you. “You did all that…this morning?”

“I can prioritise my research,” Yao explains matter-of-factly, “especially when it’s such a unique experience, I can indulge myself in.”

“So, you really are a full-on nerd, huh.”

He laughs. “Indeed. I find joy in scientific research. Immersing myself in data and theories, exploring various possibilities… It’s a blissful experience.”

“Alright, Iron Man,” you tease, “I find myself more on the hands-on side of the experience.”

“And thanks to those experience and skills, we’ve uncovered this miracle. Ardores Lapis should not even be able to exist.”

“Isn’t that what all the fuss about science is?” you counter, surprising yourself by how engaged you suddenly feel in the topic. “Pushing the boundaries of what’s possible and knowledge that seemed limited suddenly expands?”

“Science is life's questioning of truth,” Yao replies simply, his voice carrying a touch of melancholy that seems to hold its own story.

It pushes you to treat into dangerous territory as your next words escape you, “Is that why you’ve become one? A scientist, I mean?”

“In a way,” he says with a reflective smile. “I’ve become a researcher to follow my parents’ footsteps, but in a way, I’ve also strayed away somehow.”

“In a bad way?”

“I’m not certain. There is a balance between exceeding people’s expectations of me and meeting the standards I set for myself, based on my parents’ example. Yet there’s also the human side of them I do not want to lose touch with either.”

As you zip up your backpack again, your gaze drifts to the newspaper you’d pushed aside earlier to make room for the stones. The date was several years old, with headlines about scientific breakthroughs. Your focus shifts to the printed pictures of the article.

Oh.

“What kind of humans were they?” you murmur softly.

“They were kind,” Yao replies, a hint of nostalgia in his voice but filled with a warmth that tightens your heart. “The magazines and papers always spoked of them in the highest regard. But most of what I know about my parents comes from reading about them.”

“That must have been lonely.”

At your words, his expression shifts to one of mild surprise. “Please don’t misunderstand. They were wonderful parents; I have an abundance of happy childhood memories.”

You don’t reply. Not wanting to risk upsetting him further, no matter what you think about that topic. Instead, you take a closer look at the picture on the paper. “You have your father’s eyes.”

Yao looks momentarily taken aback, but then his expression softens again. “That’s… oddly comforting. Thank you.”

“Hey, given your parents were top-tier scientists, the resemblance is pretty suspicious. Are you sure you’re not a clone?” You tease, trying to lighten the mood.

And as he genuinely laughs, you feel something stir inside you. How nice it feels to make a science guy actually laugh so freely. Maybe this could turn into your own personal challenge - how many times could you make Xiangli Yao crack up?

It was true what people said about this science prodigy. Despite his young age, Xiangli Yao lived up to his reputation and even exceeded it. You didn’t expect to have enjoyed the time spent here as much as you did. He carried an air of eloquence and poise, yet remained genuinely kind and inviting in a way that makes him impossible to dislike – even for a science guy.

“Well… thanks again,” you say after some comfortable moments of silence and lift your terminal with his papers to demonstrate your point. “I’ll be off then to tackle my homework.”

But Yao shakes his head. “With the amount of sleep you’ve been missing these days, it would not be futile if you tried to digest the information properly. The mind works best when it’s well-rested and nourished. Please, get some rest – you’ve been running around Huanglong the past few days.”

When you leave the academy later that day, you do so with mixed feelings. An unknown surge of curiosity urges you to dive into Yao’s written summaries and learn what he wrote specifically for you, so you would not suffer any potential losses in your job. Commission. Whatever the hell this whole project is turning into right now.

You genuinely want to understand the way he ticks. You want to understand his nature, his story.

Suddenly, you can’t wait to return to the academy, if only to understand more about the world and the impact of small discoveries like yours. And let’s be honest, having a certain light-haired Resonator as a bonus company certainly doesn’t hurt.

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Carry The Moon / Part 3

Xiangli Yao x Reader

Summary: From first meetings to searching your voice in every room, how very intriguing you’ve become to him.

As a spirited adventurer, you’re used to a life of action and impulse, having little interest left for the world of data and deduction. But when you stumble upon a rare mineral, you find yourself drawn to the unexpected warm soul that resides within the logic-stricken researcher Xiangli Yao. And as your practical instincts clash with his world of science, sparks fly in more ways than one.

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When Xiangli Yao enters the Academy this morning, his eyes instinctively search for your presence. Perhaps he’ll catch a glimpse of you in the archives or hear the trace of your voice echoing somewhere in the hallways.

He has noticed your reluctance towards the art of science, and perhaps even the Academy as such. And yet, he finds it – you - amusing, in a way it’s impossible for him to deny. Your presence, along with your effortless humour has brought a refreshing change to his usual structured days and the rigid atmosphere of the Academy.

With one last subtle glance around the Academy’s halls – gathered with people who aren’t you – a certain strange sense of disappointment settles over him, and thus his day goes on in its usual rhythm.

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Your sole reason for returning to the Academy is to ask Xiangli Yao about the data logs he sent you yesterday morning.

But the moment you reach the archives in the late afternoon, you stop dead in your tracks as you notice the stuffed crowd of people. And up there on the pedestal? None other than Xiangli Yao himself.

Wait, he’s a teacher? Or professor. Or whatever else his fancy title is.

You haven’t been aware. Then again, with his rank and brainpower, it’d be a waste not to have him teach other smarties.

And it’s quiet. Like seriously dead quiet for a class. You can hear the sound of your shoes scuffing the polished floor, that’s how hard everyone is clinging to his every word.

Great.

With no way out that wouldn’t cause a fuss, you’re stuck here for the rest of the lecture. At least you’ve found refuge in the farthest corner of the room, where you can at least breathe normally.

Then your eyes settle on Yao. And as much as you’ve made fun of the zombie-like scholars around you, your words come back to bite your ass the second you start listening to him. It isn’t… it’s not quite what he’s teaching – something about auto-mechanics, or whatever. But it is more the way he is drawing you in. Drawing every one in. An older guy next to you is fervently writing along in his little notebook, not daring to miss a word that leaves Yao’s mouth.

Damn it, he’s good. For a science guy.

He manages to pull the crowd into his world, making it seem like he genuinely cares about the publicum. Which, knowing what you’ve learned about him so far, he most likely does.

Xiangli Yao is standing next to the blackboard, gesturing to a few sketches to emphasize his explanations. “Many times, in your careers, you will find yourself at a dead-end, caught between what seems possible and what feels just beyond reach.”

He circles a particular sketch and crosses out another one. “It is inevitable to face the limits of your knowledge, and research won’t always bring you forward.”

His gaze sweeps across the room, ensuring he makes eye contact with as many students as possible. Then his eyes find a familiar face among the crowd of listeners.

Your eyes meet and you could’ve sworn his expression softens for a second.

“But sometimes,” he continues still holding your gaze, “you will only bypass that blockage with enough dedication, courage and of course a little bit of madness.”

An amused smirk tugs at your lips, knowing full well the subtle nod in his words was directed at you.

Once the lesson has ended, quite the crowd of students immediately gathers around him and starts swarming him with questions and requests for further explanations.

You remain standing a little stand-off-fish-like in your little corner, waiting for him to handle his affairs. Heavens, you hate that feeling of being crammed into a room, even if ‘s a whole-ass lecture hall.

“Unauthorised personnel are not permitted to attend or observe lessons.”

Too caught up in your thoughts, it takes you a minute to realize the man is addressing you. You blink, turning to him. “Hm?”

“These lessons could contain sensitive information or discussions, not yet approved for public dissemination. Please remain outside.”

You take a step back, eyes falling to the name card pinned on his chest that reads Shiyan. But it’s the monocle and his air superiority that outs him as a clearly pompous ass.

There you go. A true member of the Academy. You’ve already started to get worried that Xiangli Yao is messing up your statistics with his unforeseen kindness and all.

You drag your gaze back up to Shiyan’s eyes, which are fixed on you with thinly veiled contempt.

You lift your chin slightly, meeting his stare. “I’m here on commission. Do you want my pass?” You don’t exactly have a pass – just that commission from Mortefi a few days ago. But that should do its job if you use the right words.

But Shiyan, too, is persistent. “I’m sorry, but I must still ask you to wait outside until authorized personnel will retrieve you. This room is not for the common folk.”

Common folk, my ass. What is this? You huff at his arrogance. “This is basically a library. I’m not here to steal your precious knowledge.”

“Mortefi will not be pleased to have a-“

But whatever subtle insult he is about to throw at you next, the words get stuck in his throat.

“Shiyan,” Xiangli Yao’s voice is gentle, but firm. “Thank you for your concern, but y/n is authorized to be here. They are my partner in a project we’re conducting.”

You look towards Yao, grateful for his interference, otherwise this might have ended up slightly awkward. His eyes find their way to you for a moment, before focusing back on his colleague.

Shiyanhesitates, clearly reluctant to have you stroll around his holy Academy halls, but in the end, he complies with a stiff incline of his head. “Please, next time, ensure your guests wait outside the lecture hall, Mr. Xiangli.”

Yao nods in return, and Shiyan finally leaves.

Tipping your head back against the wall, you regard Yao with a blissful expression “Alright, partner. Are you free of duty now?”

A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, making some dimples appear as he turns to you. “Yes. I’m all yours now.”

“Oh, I’m afraid, you shouldn’t say those things, pretty boy.”

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“Speaking of,” you exclaim a little while later, turning around and leaning back against the counter in his workshop. “I noticed some discrepancies in your notes to what I saw at the Sea of Flames.”

Xiangli Yao leans forward in his seat. “Discrepancies? Of what sort?”

“In your reports, you’ve mentioned the blue kind of Ardores Lapis. But when I went back yesterday morning, I found crystals in different colours. Similar structure, but definitely not the same. I could be wrong of course, and it might be a different species altogether. But… does that ring any bells?”

“A new species?” Yao’s brows furrow in thought. “Huh, I haven’t come across that specific aspect in any of my research. If that's true and there are variations of the crystal…”

His expression shifts into one you’ve become familiar with over these past days. Zoning out, mentally connecting dots, running through the endless data the man has stored in that brain of his. Clearly, the revelation of anomalies has left him quite intrigued.

You let him pounder for a bit, your gaze idly wandering across his workshop. The high ceilings, with lamps hanging low, cast the room with a bluish glow. It should feel stifling, but somehow, you’re rather hit with an unexpected wave of calmness instead.

“Could I ask you for yet another favour?”

You turn to meet his eyes. “Damn, you’re about to be the main contributor to this week’s salary,” you joke. Sort of… “Shoot, prof.”

“Would you allow me to join you on yet another trip to the Sea of Flames?”

You can’t help but raise a sceptical eyebrow. “Um… sure. But as you’ve noted, it’s not exactly an all-sunshine and rainbow place. There are a lot of TDs gathering there.”

“Are you questioning my combat abilities?” He tilts his head and smiles, and the way his eyes look at you makes your heart skip a beat. “I appreciate your concern, but I can assure you, my skills as a resonator and fighter won’t weigh you down. I promise. Besides, I'd like to test out the new update I added to my mecha arm in the field.”

Your gaze flickers to his prosthetic arm, noticing the resonator insignia there for the first time. A true wonder of the stars.

“Very well. But if I have to save your ass, I’m doubling my fee.”

“Deal.”

Being more of a lone wolf, you’re not exactly used to having someone join you on missions - let alone in a fight. And a part of you dreads to be responsible not just for your own life, but also for the life of the damn protégée science guy with eyes deeper than the universe.

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