Jiyaaaan Request Coming Your Way~

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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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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⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ TAGS: fluff, gn reader, university au

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A history major, and one of those ones that can churn out 8 page essays so fast everyone wonders if he’s actually a computer in a human suit. He hops in and out of lectures so fast, his day moves like clockwork. For all his previous classmates care, he probably is.

Has the *absolute bare minimum* in his backpack: laptop. tablet. id. charger. a *singular mechanical pencil*.

+ Has been using the same mechanical pencil he’s been using since middle school.

Brings a thermos to school that he only ever fills with tea. Coffee makes him too buzzy and he’s not a fan of the smell.

Mutters under his breath to himself in frustrated Chinese when he’s stumped. Also whispers to himself in Chinese when doing mental math.

Because he’s always got either a book or his phone in one hand he does that *thing* where he unzips his zip up hoodies by biting down on the collar and tugging on the zipper with his hand. it gets him lots of stares, but he never notices, and if he does, is probably wondering what they’re looking at.

He ended up becoming your library crush. You went to borrow a charger from the library desk on a day he had a shift. You can’t say the library is your most favorite place on campus, but suddenly you started “forgetting” to charge your laptop overnight so you could have an excuse to see him again. He’s started to anticipate your arrival every day he’s on the job.

One day he isn’t the one at the desk when you arrive. You ask for a charger like always and the guy at the desk says they’re fresh out. That’s when you saw him, swooping in and handing you a charger before taking his spot behind the desk. “Sorry about that. late lecture. here.”

That particular day you spent a bit longer at the library than usual, so by the time you were leaving he was off the job. You hand the charger back, and the guy at the desk looks at you, frowning. “Is this your own charger?” You shake your head, confused. “This charger is a personal charger, it doesn’t have a library sticker on it. Where’d you find this?”

One day you’re doing some research in the library, and go to put one of the books you took back in its shelf. A hand reaches out from behind you as you’re about to slot it back in, gently taking it from you. Your hands meet - for just a moment - and you whip your head back around, startled. You think it may just be your memory going fuzzy now, but when you turn around to see him you swear his cheeks flushed pink for a moment. “Um. This is the wrong shelf.” He nodded, and then he was gone.

Weird. Now that you think of it, you’re pretty certain it was the right one.

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⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ AN: can u tell im in uni...

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.

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