Could I Request Jiyan's S/o Taking Ng Care Of Him While He's Sick?

Could I request Jiyan's s/o taking ng care of him while he's sick?

A/n: Sorry for waiting so long on this, I'm slowly making my way through the request now. I hope you enjoy this! <3

Contents: Jiyan x gn reader, Jiyan is called husband(hehe), sweet nicknames from Jiyan to reader, fluff, grammar mistakes probably

“My dear, I have told you time and time over-” A cough rippled through him, dry and scratching at his throat raw. Jiyan was rather adamant at getting his message across, however, and when the cough settled with you soothing up his back with your palm, he turned to you again “I don’t need pampering” he said, but his flushed face and sweaty forehead told another tale. One more true than he would tell it. 

“You’ll sooner convince me the sky's neon yellow rather than that - although I’d hardly call it pampering, Jiyan” you told him briskly, fed up with this demeanor. Just this morning he had snuck out of bed to take care of himself, and were it not for his stumbling he might’ve gotten away with it. It was past breakfast now, and you had not only cooked for him the most rich broth you knew of, but you managed to break the feverish General into following your orders, although not without some remark from him. “Now sit back, I’m going to bring you something to cool you off with” this time your voice is softer, your eyes mellowing out as you reach out to tuck the stray hairs from his face, not missing the way he softly sighed. His golden eyes half lidded and heavy, tired to the bone, but all his bones knew was battle. You couldn’t fault him for trying to do it on his own nor for being so stubborn.

“Fine..” Jiyan replied with yet another heavy sigh that deflated his lungs, slumping his figure against the bedframe he rested against.  His heavy lids fell over his eyes, and when he next opened them you were dabbing his sweaty forehead with a cool washcloth. He must have dozed off, he thinks to himself, blinking languidly as his eyes drink in you like honey, too thick to be drunk swiftly, yet not lacking for sweetness. 

“What is it?” you ask him as he keeps on staring, something heavy about his eyes bringing your attention to him, for a moment granting him that sweet treat of your gaze on his own. He takes a deep breath in and then exhales, his words failing him.

He doesn’t want to touch you either, as the fever filled him from his head down to the tips of his fingers, and any touch would mean to him as if he had cut you. He wets his lips with a quick dart of his tongue before he shakes his head, all his movement slow as if he weighs twice more than he did. “Nothing..”

You scoff at him, not taking his words seriously. “It seems as if the fever has gotten to you more than I thought. Has it eaten away at your brain?” you shake your head as you dip the cloth in the cold water besides you before sliding it across his cheek and down to his neck. At that he gave a hiss, the cold cloth a stark contrast to his burning skin. It sent his muscles stiffening and begging for the offending feeling to be removed, but Jiyan knew it was for the better as he grit his teeth through it.

Sighing after you removed the cloth from his neck and collarbone, you moved to cup his hands and bring them around the cloth, hoping the coolness of it will get to him and ease his fever. You’ve given him medicine plenty, food as well, drinks he would grow sick of even more if you insisted he drink anything, so you moved to these small things to help him. 

“You’re doing too much, my love..” he rasps, looking at you as you help hold his hands around the cloth. 

“I am not doing too much. I am taking care of my husband..” you told him, tone easy and undertones of affection hugging close, apparent to Jiyan’s ears. It made him chuckle, shaking his chest that felt as if it would cave in on him if he dared laugh more, but he laughed regardless in face of your attempts to not seem too dotting. Yet you failed enormously, showing your worry in the most quiet ways of being loud. Hovering over him, never being too far. It was amusing at least.

“Right.. is that what you’d call what you’ve been doing in the last hour or so? You’re acting as if I’ve escaped famine and I’m dying in your arms.. My love, I will be alright. I just need a long rest, that is all..” he tries to reason with you, to ease your worries if nothing else. He removes one hand from your hold and puts it over yours. It’s warm, radiating heat like a hearth nearby, your own hand seems nearly cold in comparison. 

“Then how about you stop moving so much, just.. lay back, and go sleep. I’ll go fix you something for dinner”

“Beloved, I’ve eaten too much already, just half an hour ago you had me eat another plate of that broth, and it is not even 12 o’clock... But I’ll rest, alright?”

You sigh at him, a touch irritated but you appreciate his attempts to help you too in your worried stupor to help him. “Fine. But if I see you or hear you shuffling about, you’ll come to regret it. You’ll hate me more than this fever of yours” This time it is you cracking small smiles, although you turn your head and tilt your nose into the air, acting ignorant of the smile.

Jiyan smiles back, nodding his head. “I hear you loud and clear..” he responds, voice mellow even more.

“In the meantime.. I will go out and run an errand or two. Maybe stop by the market, bring you something sweeter than a broth to eat before you complain that you are tired of it”

Jiyan knows there is no stopping you now. If you decided to go pluck lemon grass from the top of the highest mountain, he knew he’d be helpless to stop you. “That sounds fine with me. But don’t stay too long in the sun, unless you want to lay in this sickbed next to me”

“I’ll be alright. The sun can’t get to me so easily. Now, you rest” reluctantly you peel your hands away from his grasp, leaving the washcloth between his fingers and you leave the bucket of cool water close by too, should he feel the need for it. You lean closer, and before he could reject it, although he lacked strength for it, you kissed his temple and stood upright. His eyes followed your movement, both grateful for the kiss and on the verge of scolding you.

“Sleep well, Jiyan. I’ll be back soon”

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Relentless Nightmares

Jiyan x GN!Lieutenant!Reader

Theme: Hurt/comfort

Word count: 1163

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

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

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It started with one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come find me then.”

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

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

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

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

sorry that i’m so Weird it’s ok i’ll die one day

Last hotd thought:

Reader always saying ‘would you like to meet my friend’ to everyone and watch their faces drop as that ‘friend’ is a behemoth of a dragon called Cannibal.

Back at home. I'm going to start working on those dragon requests you sent out 💕 I'm so happy you all like this little series to be.

Next batch will most likely include: Scar, Encore and Calcharo (gotta add Aalto since he gotta babysit Encore) (I can't separate them two I love em)