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Um, I'm not sure if you're taking requests but I really love you're writing so I'm gonna try my luck
Could you please do a Medusa!Reader with Jiaoqiu? I've had this idea swirling around for a while.
A/n: I remember seeing those Medusa x her blind lover and I love the idea sm it's so bittersweet but can be fluffy aaaa
Contents: Jiaoqiu x Reader, angst, a bit of comfort, spoilers for the 2.5 quest!
The morning came damp and misty on the Xianzhou Yaoqing. Clouds hung heavy and grey overhead while people huddled away in their homes and offices, and shops. Gazing around it was hard to tell colors apart, everything looked gray.
Your night was sleepless, and for the few minutes your eyes closed it was also dreamless, pebbled with touches of reality, the roughness of your blankets and the way it wouldn’t let you rest lest you left home altogether in search of that small bit of solace. You’d scarcely call it solace, but you knew a part of you would be called nonetheless, in some way. For once, you were the visitor and not the visited. And your time was limited.
Jiaoqiu opened the door, his eyes empty as they stared right through you and his ears were almost animated in their movement, rotating and flicking at each snap the snakes in your hair made, every little shuffle and whisper. He was still in his bedwear, hair slightly disheveled.
“Jiaoqiu..?” you whispered his name so cautiously, as if uttering it would break him and he responds with the softness of his smile upon recognizing your voice. His ears lightly fall, fluffy and pointed at you, shoulders slumping down in relief.
“Ah.. it is you. It’s been quite a long time, although it feels even longer than that I confess..” he speaks so casually, stepping aside, shuffling over his own tail and inviting you in. Once inside you see the clean interior. There are no items on the floor, no low hanging plants and herbs like Jiaoqiu once described his home like. It was orderly, clean, spacious, made for him to remember and be safe in without worry. As much as it was a relief, it brought a pain to your chest, the view of his home solidifying the fate he encountered on the Luofu.
You slid up before him after the door clicked shut, your warm palms finding the paleness of his cheeks and cupping him close, tenderly. You search his eyes but find nothing, and his lashes soon flutter shut as he realizes your doings. Your hands don’t leave his skin, but his own hands find their place over your wrists, stroking gently to soothe you. You never touched him before, and he never gazed upon your face. The memory of your first encounter was a distant wisp of a memory he struggled to fiercely hold on, even as exhausted as he is. “You worry for me, my dear? I do not doubt the news… has reached you already..”
You nod in the moment, looking on at him in longing and you have to remind yourself that he was not lost. He was alive and whole, but more broken than the time you saw him off.
“I have worried and I still worry.. what have they done to you, Jiaoqiu?”
Jiaoqiu can’t help but frown at the tone of your voice, it hurts just to hear it, his heart twists and his hold on your wrists tightens. “Nothing I cannot deal with, (Y/n).. Please, do not scare yourself into sleeplessness. If it is of any comfort, General Feixiao has already vowed to find someone to heal my eyes.. Do not fret” he tells you but it is almost as if you do not hear him. His ears twitch at the soft sound of a hitched breath, he feels your thumb rolling across his cheek, under his eyes and your snakes hiss softly.
He knew the chances of his eyes actually being healed were minimal, yet he wished not to bring you any more fright. It was odd to see you so fearful, worried, but no less saddening. He brought you happiness with his flowery poems and cryptic talks and you brought him joyful surprises with the bluntness of your speech. It was your large garden you usually met at, under the stone carved statue of a winding coral, pebbled with stone birds on every other branch. You’d sit at the base of the statue, back pressed against the stone, and he’d sit on the other corner of the same, never being able to gaze onto your face, but he remembers holding your hand. He never imagined such a romance would blossom from those interactions, yet it did.
He extends his hand forward, slowly moving it towards you until he feels the many little heads of small snakes bumping into his fingers and knuckles. He lets out a little chuckle, letting his hand linger and letting the curious snakes explore his skin as well. “Would you look at that.. they’re kissing me, are they?” He can feel the little licks of their thin tongues, even the snakes are gentle with him, being much more fragile than him. He feels half of the man that he once was, ashamed but he brings himself to smile nonetheless. Perhaps it was his turn to be soft and taken care of, however redundant that seemed to him.
You scoff, the light shaking of your head pulling the snakes along with you, who in turn let out a dissatisfied hiss.
“I should have been there..” you say, bringing his head closer down to kiss his forehead. He looks even prettier than you imagined him to be. You don’t expect him to reach for your cheek next though, it startles you but you melt into his touch.
“No. Your place is here, where it is safe” he says, resolute and firm in his words, tone suddenly washed clean from any drowsiness of sleep. “What has happened was unfortunate, yet necessary, I fear.. And were I to go back, I would have done the same.. Don’t worry about me. I can still think of poems for you, even if I can no longer see them or write them..” Your skin is warm and damp, he feels it, you have been crying. It worries him more. He presses his other hand to your cheek, bringing you closer until your foreheads pressed together, nuzzling into your warmth. The snakes in your hair seem to be in need of comfort as well with the way the slither closer, tickling his ears and cheeks with their little tongues and noses.
“I am here. And so are you. And Hoolay is no more.. That’s all that matters now.”
You don’t respond, his words aren’t too comforting, however true they are, so you choose to pepper his cheeks and nose and forehead with countless kisses you couldn’t give him before.
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I just know that he would let you use him as a cuddle buddy if you had a bad day, his fluffy tail wrapped around you or letting you nuzzle your face against the floof. This man might be secretly touched starved, loving your body warmth against his. Him listening to you patiently and letting you pet his ears, just overall a soft and patient Foxian boi for you🥺😭❤️✨
ᯓ✿ kiss ya with a knife
ˋ°•*⁀➷ hi..yan jiaoqiu…
ˋ°•*⁀➷ yandere! jiaoqiu x gn! reader
°˖➴ listening to: slay !! - kiraw & 6arelyhuman
₊˚ yandere, drugging, kidnapping, violence, written before character release, also written while i’m so cold i can barely feel my hands :/
this cook is absolutely using the trust you placed in him to get you all to himself. once everyone you care about has cut you off or simply ghosted you, that’s when he seizes his opportunity. jiaoqiu would often cook for you, so a small dessert to make you smile isn’t conspicuous at all.
that’s what makes it perfect, smiling innocently as your vision grows blurry and dark, the spiked dessert he had given you starting to take effect. the cook would feign concern, carrying you back to his home and simply telling anyone who asked that you were quite sick and he needed to keep a close watch on you.
you’d wake up in his bed, a chain on your ankle connecting to the intricately carved bed frame. you felt weak, drained of all energy as you looked around the dark room, seeing that same foxian you trusted, watching from the corner with those intimidating yellow eyes.