#kitay x reader

୨⎯ how they show they love you ⎯୧

╰┈➤ INCLUDES : fang runin, yin nezha, chen kitay, sring venka, altan trengsin, baji, ramsa

fang runin (tpw spoilers)

by fighting for you and protecting you.

rin is no stranger to the cruelty’s of war, however she would happily burn islands full of people to the ground if you so requested for her too even if it meant she had to relive the guilt of mugen. she would launch herself in front of su daji or an army of hesperians, fully naked, weaponless and her contact with the pheonix sealed off if you needed protecting.

she’s far too aware of what it’s like to loose people or watch those you love wither away, so she does anything in her power to prevent you from being the next victim of mortality.

you knew she loved you as soon as she began telling you about her life before sinegard, and her time under altan, because everyone knows she’d rather keep that to herself - and yet she trusts you with it. she smiles as she tells you all about kesegi or how beautiful altan looked with the wings of fire he’d curate. however she also tells you about how lost she felt after altan died, her encounter with the chimei that haunts her dreams some nights - how you’re her distraction from all the loss she carries.

yin nezha (tdr spoilers)

in the most cocky, proud way possible.

he’s been through a lot in life and he’s constantly hurting, but being with you feels like a breath of fresh air and because of that he’ll never shy away from proving he’s in love with you.

he loves to kiss you quick before you both head into a council (much to rin and kitays disgust as they follow behind you), or spending the time he should be sleeping following you around on patrol. he’s also definitely a sucker for back hugs - he’ll find you while you rest between sparring sessions and trap you against him just to ignore your complains that you’re overheating, or find you while you’re helping kitay with battle plans and snake his arms around you and bury his head into your shoulder despite kitays fake gags and comments to ‘get a room’.

he also shows that he loves you by being truly vulnerable around you - he’s the heir of the dragon republic, and even before jinzha was killed he still felt like he had to uphold appearances to prove he’s just as strong as his big brother, to prove he’s fit to be a general. but with you he’s not afraid to cry after a particularly gruelling battle or after an argument with rin or his father, he’ll let you trace the outline of his dragon tattoo gently as his breathing slows with relaxation despite just the thought of the image on his back causing him pain, he seeks out a place in your arms after each time he or you almost died.

he knows he was an asshole back in sinegard, and so he loves to make up for anything he ever said by treating you like his queen - refusing to let you sew up the hole in your uniform even though he barely knows how to hold a needle, making sure you’ve eaten your fill even when you’re surviving on limited rations by giving you half of his portion, somehow convincing his father to limit your patrol time or at least put him with you so he knows you’re safe.

bonus: he ALWAYS has a little trinket you found/made for him shoved into the inside breast pocket of his uniform - a shell, sea glass, stone, carving into a circle of wood, a bracelet made of washed up fishing nets, whatever — he keeps it close to his heart, like you’re the one that’s kept him alive though all his near death experiences, like you’re his wartime spouse that he’s longing to return home too.

chen kitay

in the most quiet ways, ways in which anyone but you might be convinced he doesn’t love you - silently but calculated.

one of kitays favourite ways is silent reading time - moments between patrols where the two of you sit next to eachother, your head on his shoulder, both engrossed in random books you found buried in piles of things, occasionally pausing to talk about what’s just happened in both with a giggle.

he won’t sling his arm around you in public, or invite you to share his uncomfortable bed when your rest times match up (although he will occasionally when he’s extra tired and wants to be in your presence) - but he will let you sit with him as he curates various small inventions that might help the war, or as he studies battle plans with furrowed brows trying to figure out how to guarantee victory.

sring venka

by acting like she doesn’t love you.

THEEEEEE tsundere (i’ve not used that word in years lol), she’ll act like she couldn’t care less about you being around her despite having previously confessed how head over heels she is for you.

she pretends that she doesn’t care that you’re following her around, blabbering about some rumour you heard from another soldier, crossing her arms after firing a round from her crossbow during training while acting like she’s not completely enamoured by the way your eyes light up when explaining a new concept you read about from one of kitays books. but in reality her cheeks are turning pink at the way you’re smiling at her, and her heart rate is speeding up so much at the way your hands brush when walking next to eachother that she’s worried it might jump out of her skin.

however sometimes she lets this facade down, because she trusts you and that’s how you know she loves you - she shows you the vulnerable side she vowed to keep hidden from everyone. when she wakes up in a cold sweat following yet another nightmare about her torment at golyn niis and immediately seeks your comfort out, and when she sinks into your arms and her breathing slows once again and she falls into a light slumber, you know she’s truly in love.

altan trengsin

in private moments of fleeting touches and comfortable mumbles.

in public, the most he’ll give you is a quick whisper of ‘stay safe’ or ‘i love you’ in your ear, or a soft smile during a meeting to let you know you’re plaguing his mind as usual.

altan is the kind of person to shut down under pressure (as we’ve seen lol) and refuse to speak to people unless needed, the kind of person to snap at everyone around him when under pressure - except you. when he’s overwhelmed, he craves your presence more than anything and will send for someone to bring you to his office, where he’ll ask you to stand between his legs and just sink into you - his arms around your waist, forehead pressed against your sternum as he exhales the stress pressing against his temples.

in private, he’s unafraid to prove how much you mean to him - his hands are constantly seeking you out, his knee resting against yours, smiling as you lean your head against his shoulder, a soft kiss pressed to the top of your head as he mutters a shy ‘i love you’ — because nothing else matters except you in moments like that. he feels like he can almost forget the rage and vengeance that’s constantly masking his judgement, that’s constantly contorting his thoughts and feelings, like you’re the key to his real mind.

baji

by teasing you RELENTLESSLY. this man is SO mean but in the most loving way that you can help but adore his teasing comments.

he doesn’t often say ‘i love you’ because that feels far too serious, that feels too much like a promise of forever, and everyone knows that shamans don’t have forever. so instead he falls back on poking fun at you with the most adoring look in his eyes, relentless teasing all while he looks at you like you single handedly hung the stars.

however - in private moments, usually late at night, or after a particularly scary battle where he came close to loosing either you or himself, he’ll find nonverbal ways to remind you that all his teasing comes from the most loving, deepest part of his heart. he’ll sit next to you, an arm draping around your shoulders, sitting in silence with his leg pressed against yours.

ramsa

as loud and proud as possible - the cutest fucking kid ever who will never shy away from telling you or even showing you how much he loves you no matter the situation.

in the middle of a meeting with the rest of the cike? he’s wrapping an arm around your shoulders and whispering silly little comments in your ears about how altan looks like he wants to strangle someone, or that baji is nodding off to sleep after having night watch. just finished a battle, covered in the blood of those you’d just killed? his arms are squeezing your shoulders from behind despite altan or chaghans comments to behave.

he’s purely just a playful, annoying kid at heart, and isn’t afraid to show everyone just how much he loves you - because if he can find his soulmate in a world plagued by war, why not show off his miracle?

however like baji, if one day after a particularly hard battle he’s riddled with anxiety of loosing you - he’ll pull you aside, hug you in a way that buries your face into his shoulder, make you promise to stay safe next time because he loves you and he can’t loose you.

my first ever post!! why is tumblr so confusing :,( i started the poppy war at the start of summer and i have slowly realised there is NOT enough fanfiction etc so for once i’ve resorted to writing it myself! lol

i’m terrible at knowing if things are in character etc so sorry if a few are a bit ooc (they’re most definitely probably ooc in terms of tbg because i’m current only on tdr sorry!)!! and apologies for no chaghan, qara or suni - i want so badly to add them in future but currently i have no idea how to write for them oops. in future i will 100% add them to other hcs, and maybe add jinzha??? i am a SUCKER for an mcs older brother, that scrumptious man (no pun intended).

aka: how is their love + an intimate moment

genre: fluff (Altan, Kitay, Nezha, Rin, Chaghan, Venka)

words: 3.5k cw: general tpw trilogy warnings (mention of addictions and drugs, ch. 21, war)

!!! : english is not my first language so yeah, feel free to give advice and sorry for my mistakes <3 also it's my first time using this style, let me know if you enjoy it! a.n.: I was planning of writing also about Daji and Jiang, but I realised I have too little context to write something reliable, so I'll just wait for the prequel or, if I feel like it, I might work on something a bit ooc. However is something I'll do in my free time if I feel inspired, so for now this is it, I loved writing this, hope you like this too

Altan Trengsin - passionate yet intimate

Altan’s love is pure fire, it runs deep into his core. He never knew what love was, never was he loved once but it hit him all of a sudden. You haven’t judged him for being a Speerly, nor saw him as a mere weapon, when you looked at him you just saw Altan, a boy who was forced to grow up faster than usual, you noticed how his eye colour shifted from red to brown, how his gaze get lost, how his jaw tightened when Tobi was making comments about his country, you noticed him for what he was. And so he slowly found himself falling for you. First it was after fights, he slowly approached you when it was your turn in the infirmary to check his wounds (except he never showed up before); then came Jun lessons, he always avoided having you as a sparring partner. At the same time you passed more and more free time together, after lessons, in the library, in Jiang’s garden,. Lastly it hit him, on a random day he realised the Phoenix was quiet, he was with you and the rage was gone, he suddenly allowed himself to smile. From then on he was always with you yet distant, he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable from being the partner of “the last Speerly”, he couldn’t let you get through all of that; in public there were only stolen glances, light brushes of your hands and quiet time, whispers spread across Sinegard academy but nothing was confirmed, so it soon died. But in private, he was a starved man, he needed you, you became his centre, the only thing keeping him grounded, he loved you so much and yet didn’t understand, he hugged you, feeling your heartbeat and your warmth, you who never judged him, who always listened to him, you who started to feel like home when home was a word he thought he would never acknowledge again.  

a.n. from this ask "Hi! Thank you sm for making tha Kitay×reader fics🩷 amazing work and how you describe the feelings,, god it's so beautiful 🥹! Can I request a Kitay×Reader where Kitay it's jealous? Idk maybe reader spend a lot of time with someone (a soldier or another character) practicing and he just want spend the time with reader? I'm sorry if it's too much! :( thank you again! 🩷" thank you again for the request, hope you enjoy it!

genre: fluff (Chen Kitay x reader)

words: 1.8k

cw: general tpw trilogy warnings, jealous!Kitay, a bit of miscommunication 'cause I love it

!!! : english is not my first language so yeah, feel free to give advice and sorry for my mistakes <3

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At first it wasn’t much of a problem for Kitay. The campaign was approaching, you all have to be prepared so he didn’t complain much when you started getting busier than usual. When you weren’t on patrol, you were helping with supplies and weaponry or you were busy training. He was also taken from his researches, developing new machinery, so he didn’t notice at first: sometimes you came after a long patrol shift, doing small talks and then sitting in comfortable silence while watching him deep in his work, other times you pull him away to train together or you just lie with him awake before one of you had to get up for the patrol. 

But then it stopped, it wasn’t all off a sudden, it was a slow shift he barely noticed initially. 

୨⎯ persuaded academic ⎯୧ (c. kitay x reader)

╰┈➤ INCLUDES : established relationship, awfully cliché and cringe ‘question for kiss’ storyline, chen acts-of-service kitay, kitay is the brains reader is the brawn’s

wc: 1.1k

“this really isn’t as difficult as you’re saying it is - it’s basic strategy,” kitay sighs the moment your head hits the open book in front of you.

“you have to face the enemy of 5,000 men in an unknown location, with no idea of the terrain or conditions - how do you arrange your similar sized army effectively?” his voice is slowly growing more frustrated, ending each sentence with a sigh as if every question is diminishing his will to live.

based on the location of the moon outside the library window you guessed it was about two in the morning. you and your hardly sympathetic boyfriend kitay had agreed to study together for your upcoming strategy test that master irjah sprung on you in class today (although it quickly became him tutoring you instead), and you were growing frustrated. it was no secret to anyone who knew you that you were a fighter, not a planner like kitay - you excelled in combat, so the idea of studying strategy for more than 10 minutes was worse than the thought of death. which oddly, made a match created in heaven - who ever said opposites didn’t attract?

kitay knew this, so it wasn’t uncommon for him to offer you his help - and he never learnt his lesson. each time he left just as frustrated as the last time.

your cheek is smushed against the open textbook, a prominent frown on your face as you whine, “i don’t know! tell them all to run in at the same time, start swinging and shooting,” you mumble, mostly joking. however the implication made kitay cringe and drag his hand down his face.

“c’mon kitay! it’s late, i wanna sleep,” you groan, sitting up straight again and leaning back in the uncomfortable library chair, giving him your best pleading face. your eyes were willing themselves to close, your back and neck aching as if you’d been waging a war for months on end, your growing brain cloudy.

kitay however is unaffected by your lame attempt at puppy dog eyes and just rolls his, “do you think the enemy will care how late it is during battle? you’re going to fail strategy if you don’t concentrate - we’re not leaving until you answer at least that last question,” he sighs.

you groan again, throwing your head back - anyone might think you belonged in a school for the arts pledging drama.

after a moment you sit up with a completely revised expression, now wearing a borderline evil grin, “can we make a deal?”

kitay sighs once again but doesn’t refuse you, “go on.”

“every question i get correct, you have to give me a kiss,” you let out an evil giggle after speaking.

kitay had to hold himself back from rolling his eyes again, “you are so incredibly cliché, you know that? which romance books did your mother send you this time?” kitay thinks for a moment, “but fine - anything to get you to concentrate.”

you almost jump up from your seat from joy. kitay was the best boyfriend you could’ve wished for, the kind you’d have fallen asleep dreaming about as a child - however he was anything but the biggest fan of physical contact. he showed you his love through actions, through unspoken favours, through remembering the little things and more. kissing, hand holding and hugging were much further down on his relationship checklist - so him agreeing to your terribly cheesy and cliché idea was like finishing a day of classes without any new homework assignments.

his agreement immediately peaked your concentration, you sat up in your chair as if good posture would increase the flow of ideas into your cloudy, tired brain.

“you have to face the enemy of 5,000 men in an unknown location, with no idea of the terrain or conditions - how do you arrange your similar sized army effectively?” kitay repeated, this time sounding a little more patient than the first time.

you ponder over the situation for a moment - you still had no clue what the correct answer might be, but you felt as if you could pull factors from questions you’d previously answered earlier this evening.

“send a small squadron arranged in a turtle shell formation to analyse the terrain and collect information about the enemy but send them in from a different direction than the one you will attack from, then they’re protected from enemy fire and they can relay information about the battlefield so you’d have some time to plan the best course of action,” you ramble off, a far too smug look on your face as you do so. you knew it wasn’t a good plan by far and kitay could of course think of something much better, however for thinking on the spot it wasn’t terrible.

kitay thinks for a moment, as if visualising your suggestion, before tilting his head to the side and shrugging, “there could be improvements, but it’s better than your first answer — see? it’s not that difficult to think of some sort of plan,” he huffs, but almost looking like he’s going to chuckle at your proud expression.

you throw your hands in the air and lean back into your chair again in a silent celebration, suprised you’d thought of anything whilst being this tired. and the best part? kitay had to fulfill your stupid agreement.

you stand up from your chair after a moment, stood in between yours and kitay’s chair as you bring your hands up to rest gently on his cheeks, a proud smile on your face.

kitay winces as your hands make contact with his cheeks, “your hands are freezing,” he groans, however his cheeks are slightly warm under your palms, so you know he’s not entirely mad about your agreement.

you scoff, a smile still on your lips, “well yeah, it’s late and therefore freezing.”

before kitay can throw out any witty retorts, you lean down and press your lips to his, eyes pressing shut as you lean in. kitay takes less than a moment to return the kiss, one of his hands resting atop of yours on his cheek as if it keep it from moving - i knew he wasn’t as against this as he tried to act, you think, unable to stop yourself from smiling into the kiss.

you tilt your head to one side for a moment to deepen the kiss before pulling away, the same familiar butterflies you got every time kitay so little as looked at you fluttering around your stomach. you press one quick kiss to the corner of his lips before giggling to yourself and sitting back down, crossing one leg over the other with a far too smug look on your face.

kitay seems a mix between flustered, taken aback and joyous before he clears his throat and turns back to his textbook, “next situation—.”

thank you anon for the ask!!!! i finally finished tbg after my last post and i fear i had to take a mental break because even thinking about tpw had me sobbing after that ending :,) i knew what happened (i’m amazing at spoiling things for myself) but it still hit SO hard. ive started reading the cruel prince since finishing tpw and im currently a little happier lol.

i wrote this in like 20 minutes when usually i take like two days of coming back to it and editing so its not my best but i love a good cliché cringe lil fic.

I lov your works btw pls don't die 🙏🏼

୨⎯ if you sacrificed yourself ⎯୧

╰┈➤ INCLUDES : fang runin, chen kitay, sring venka — vague injury detail, angst (i think)

wc: 500-1k

fang runin (tbg spoilers)

“i hate to do this,” riga hums as you watch him tap his blade against the side of rins neck where she laid below him, “killing off the last of you. it’s so final, but you speerlys never gave me any choice - you always had to be troublesome.” his voice is like gravel in your ears.

you’d been knocked down not moments after the missing third of the trifecta had been awoken from his years long slumber, a blow you hadn’t been expecting but had resulted in you loosing consciousness until a moment ago.

you thought this would be a good idea - rin was convinced the only way to beat the hesparians was to force them to face the complete strength of the trifecta, so you’d followed them up this mountain as back up. and yet, now the four of you were practically beaten by the man you’d travelled all this way to recruit.

rigas sword retreats into the air in preparation to swing down at rins neck as your pupils dilate, and the world came to a stand still for a moment. suddenly you had all the strength in the world, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you clamber to your feet and make your way towards them as fast as your limbs can carry you.

you wedge yourself between the two of them the moment rigas sword comes down at a speed you didn’t think was humanly possible. your blade snapped in two at the sheer force of his strength, crumbling between you as his blade lodged into your shoulder. you could’ve sworn you felt the bones being split in two as his blade somehow ended up lodged into your upper chest. part of you grateful he’d swung at the side your heart wasn’t located in, so you had at least one last moment to see rin.

your legs shake as you use every ounce of strength to hold yourself up between the two of them, looking over your uninjured shoulder at rin. she was still in a pile on the floor, sat up a little as she stares at you with the saddest eyes you think you’ve ever seen. which surprises you a little - for such an angry person, you thought she’d have a gaze full of determination to avenge you, but instead she looked like a heartbroken version of the girl you’d first met back at sinegard.

“run-“ you manage to muster up, your legs shaking beneath you and juxtaposing the cracking tone of your voice. as you speak riga attempts to yank his blade free of your shoulder, a searing pain shooting through your upper body as he does so, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to hold back a scream.

out of the corner of your eye, you notice jiang beginning to push himself up from where he’d crumpled to the floor - a glint in his eyes that told you he wouldn’t let riga push him around this time, that he’d help give rin the opportunity to run.

“go!” you gather up the last of your energy, fighting back the black that’s creeping up on the sides of your vision. you watch as rin’s eyes flicker between the door and you, before pushing herself up from the floor with the most apologetic expression you’ve ever seen on her face - which disappears from your sight as she turns to run to the door.

rin had lost count of how many days it had been since you’d sacrificed your life to give her a chance to run. every day blended into one - but they’d succeeded. arlong belonged to them, and therefore nikan was theirs. the southern coalition had won the war, but rin was still at war with her own mind.

beads of sweat begun to appear on rins forehead as she tossed and turned in her sleep, kitay none the wiser as he stares out one of the many magnificent stained glass window in the yin’s estate. her eyebrows pinch together in anguish, the same dream plaguing her sleep as everytime she closed her eyes.

“run-“ you breathed out, weakeness too obvious in your voice for rins liking as she took notice of the blade lodged deep into your shoulder.

rin wanted to cry but the shock and adrenaline in her system made it feel like her eyes had been sucked dry as a desert. barely having taken notice of what they’d said.

“i’m killing myself so you can escape, and you can’t even listen to me this once?” your voice rings through rin’s ears as the temple around you both fades to black.

but not before you turn to face her, blade lodged deep into your bone as riga fades to darkness. the expression on your face was one rin had never seen on you before - one of hatred, pure despisal and distain.

you knelt down in front of her, hand roughly gripping onto her chin as you tilt her head up to face you. a cruel grin pulled at the sides of your lips, the same one she’d seen before on altan as he plagued both her nightmares and waking moments.

however as you open your mouth to spew hatred into her system, she’s jolted awake by kitay shaking her shoulders.

as rin opens her eyes she notices her sped up breathing, his her heart is hammering so hard against her ribs it feels as if it might burst out, and that her hair is sticking to her forehead due to being dampened by sweat.

she can’t hear anything as kitay’s lips move, but she could guess that he was asking her what’s wrong. kitay always cared like that.

“i’m fine,” rin whispers, not trusting her voice not to crack if she spoke any louder. but she wasn’t okay, and kitay knew that - he could feel it, he could see it in her eyes, the same heartbroken look she’d worn since they’d lost you. they might’ve won the third poppy war, but rin was still fighting with all the loss— your loss.

chen kitay (tpw spoilers)

this wasn’t a battle - it was a massacre. master irjah had been flayed and hung above the gate into the city, the empress had fled, the ninth and twelfth divisions had surrendered and been gathered into prison camps. golyn niis had become hell on earth.

“kitay— listen to me! for once!” you plead as your hands grip onto the blood soaked material of kitays uniform, eyes stinging with tears as you realised your fate had already been decided. no one was surviving this, but if you could help kitay— he might.

“lay down, it’s inhumane i know but i’ll help cover you with bodies like our comrades are doing-“ you ramble, eyes darting desperately between his, then behind him to look out for the federation soldiers you could hear approaching.

“are you insane— what will you do?!” kitay argued back, you could practically smell the fear seeping from his body, just like everyone else. but it was easily masked by the metallic smell of blood that filled the city.

“kitay you’re much more important- your mind could save this country if you survive— *please* just listen to me!” you continue pleading, beginning to grow desperate as the clashing of swords grows closer to you.

“i will find somewhere to hide myself after you’re hidden and safe,” you promise, talking so desperate and fast it’s a miracle he could even understand you.

kitay looked at you like he wanted to take your hand and run, but that would be suicide - the federation and control of every exit from the city, and fighting back had become hopeless. the mugenese were ruthless and bloodthirsty, whatever people thought of speerlys those years ago, you didn’t think it could even compare to the federations military.

after a moment kitay seemed to give in, the exhaustion of battle settling in to his limbs and stopping him from fighting back any longer as he lacked the adequate energy to do so. you gave him a hand as he laid down amongst a handful of bodies - the bodies of the men you’d ran side by side into battle with. he gagged once or twice but soon just closed his eyes and obviously began thinking of how this was necessary.

you take a deep breath and summon up all the energy you had left to drag a few barely cooled bodies on top of him as others had been doing around you, not stopping to take a breath until you could no longer make out where he was yourself.

standing just next to the pile of corpses, you notice how your hands were beginning to shake, something unusual for a trained soldier. this was true fear.

“stay there— when it’s safe i’ll come out and find you again, stay alive kitay,” you wouldn’t have noticed you were beginning to cry if you hadn’t spoke, voice cracking slightly and giving it away. however you’re interrupted by the clashing of swords meerly meters away now - and so you wipe your tears on your blood-soaked sleeve and unsheath your sword.

it couldn’t be many of them, they’d come through this part a few times now - but how you were wrong. you’d planned to fight off the few coming your way and then run to find shelter. but as you stood in a ready position, at least 40 men round the corner.

you barely had time to process any features of the men charging at you before you were skewered on a handful of blades. blood dripped from your lips as you coughed, falling back onto the same pile of bodies you’d just tugged over kitays alive form. as the light fades you can almost hear kitays laboured breathing from under the bodies, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you die knowing he’s alive.

“it’s only a day dearest, don’t miss me too much,” rin’s tone was laced with sarcasm, “i’ll see you tonight,” an attempt to cover up any fear she felt - something that had always mirrored you.

kitay however didn’t laugh, “come back down,” his expression was grim as his hands gripped onto her shoulders hard enough to be grounding, go bring her back to the present. “i don’t care what happens up there, but you come back to me.”

kitays heart broke a little everytime rin and him had to go seperate ways - because everytime he saw your teary eyes back at golyn niis, the last time he ever looked into your eyes. he’d hold onto rin’s shoulder in the same way you did the last time you touched him, and whenever she left he could always hear the sound of your voice in the back of his head.

‘i’ll take care of her on the other side when she one day leaves and doesn’t make it back.’

once rin is almost out of view as she begins the ascent up mount tianshan, for a moment the clouds around her mould her sillouette into something like you— and he almost lets himself believe he’s watching you hike up that path. that he’s letting you leave him alone again.

but at the last moment rin’s familiar outline reappears and kitay has to concentrate on not sinking to his knees in dismay. it’s not uncommon for his mind to play tricks on him and mould the world around him to almost allow him to believe you’re still here with him, but it hurts just as much each time, maybe even more as time goes on.

sring venka (tbg spoilers)

you hadn’t meant to do it, honestly. but as rin began grilling venka about her theoretical, traitorous activities from her time alone earlier in the war, time felt as if it stood still for a moment.

you notice the figure in the window the moment it appears - ironic really, how you noticed it just as venka did and yet she jumped into action before you could blink. even while being accused of being a traitor by one of her closest comrades.

and just as quickly you notice how rins hands are stubbornly pushing back against venka’s shoulders as she lunges forwards to push the tanned girl from the line of fire. to say rin was herself recently was far from the truth, but her new found severe unawareness of her surroundings and clouded judgement was about to get one of them killed.

with time frozen, your body reacts on pure instinct. before your consciousness can catch up with your body you’ve flung yourself directly in front of the two of them. and almost as instantaneously, you feel the wind knocked out of your lungs.

it almost felt as if someone had come along and removed your windpipe within a split second, and panic rises up your spine until you glance down and notice the crossbow bolt lodged into the centre of your neck.

you’ve barely even hit the floor as the life fades from your eyes, you don’t feel the heat rise in the room as rin sends a flame rumbling towards the assassin following a second bolt, and you don’t hear how venka winces as she realises rin has burnt handprints into her shoulders.

it takes a second but as the moment comes to an end, as the danger is quelled and the trio can assume some basic level of safety again, venkas heart sinks as she notices the lack of a presence behind her. as her eyes trail down to the floor where your still warm body rests, for the first time since she was just a girl she feels the urge to sob.

but she doesn’t, the idea of not crying for you is almost physically painful, and yet she kneels there in silence as she gawks over your far too still form. because this couldn’t be real, surely? any moment now you’d push yourself up from the bloodied wooden floor and assure her that you were fine as you always did.

but you didn’t stir, and your chest didn’t start to rise and fall again. and she really has to admit to herself that you were gone - from now on, she was in this virtually alone. but it didn’t make sense to venka - she’d been the one attempting to push rin out of the line of fire, and when rin pushed back she’d realised the bolt would be coming straight for her neck. but it never hit, and instead you were dead.

guess who’s making a comeback!!!!! i hope LOL

anon i hope this does a little bit of justice to what your ask, i wasn’t quite sure how to get all characters in one scenario where reader sacrifices themself for everyone SO i split it up, but then i got stumped on nezha altan and the rest of the cike so it sat in my drafts for a month :,) i’ll probably end up doing a part two with them, but i wanted to post these three and hope it gave me some motivation back!! (i’ve also been busy and sick my apologies </3)

late merry christmas to those who celebrate and happy holidays!! my parents got me the poppy war collections edition and i fear it’s the best present i’ve ever got. plus i’ve been reading babel to start making my way through all r f kuangs books and i can’t get past seeing robin as kitay but im LOVING it

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff (Chen Kitay x reader)

words: 1.5k

cw: general tpw trilogy warnings, this takes place after the end of the first book, so it contains spoilers of tpw, while nothing is said about tdr and tbg

!!! : I am aware that Kitay is confirmed aroace by author herself but I needed comfort for him, so yeah I tried to make respect Kitay character and making readable both romantic and platonic so its a reader choice how to read this; english is not my first language so yeah, feel free to give advice and sorry for my mistakes <3

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The ship was lulling you in the dark of the night, yet no relief was given by that apparent calm. You were worried about the Cike, especially Rin and Chaghan, after what happened on Speer, after Altan died, there was no safe place if the two of them were together. At least Chaghan had Qara, that was what you repeated to yourself to make it better; on the other hand Rin had, well, she had the opium but the fact only made you worry more about her. She was rarely sober and when she was, Rin looked like she was already dead, unless she was arguing with Chaghan or Kitay.

୨⎯ due for a reminder? ⎯୧ (c.kitay x reader)

╰┈➤ INCLUDES : reader gets their ASS beat but not in a ‘i’m so smol and fragile’ way in a soldier got too cocky way, cocky kitay (meeoww), probably inaccuracies in the fighting

wc: 1.2k

“i bet i could take you in a battle, without my god or anything,” you hum as you look up at kitay next to you. the two of you had been enjoying comfortable silence in your sleeping quarters for the last hour or so, kitay sat up next to you with the book he’d found in his hands, you led by his side with your arms resting on your stomach as you stare at the ceiling (and at him). it was a rare moment of peace in arlong, neither of you currently on patrol and your next battle far enough away for your body to relax for once.

kitays eyes continue to scan the page in front of him and for a moment you wonder if he’s just ignoring you, until he gets to the bottom and closes the book with his finger between the pages to keep his spot. he then looks over his shoulder at you with an expression you could only describe as something between cocky and surprised.

“well i think you’re underestimating me,” is all he says in response, his tone laced with some sort of self pride, like he knew something you didn’t.

you scoff, looking up at the ceiling, “i’m always on the front lines, you’re the brains of the dragon republic- so i think i could take you,” you shrug, a smug smile on your face as your eyes flicker over the various scratches and dings on the ceiling.

kitay actually laughs, the same way he laughed whenever rin fell on her ass during training, the same way as when vaisra gave a ‘terrible’ idea for troop arrangements (but it was usually pretty good, kitay just thought he could do better— and he could).

“you’re cocky,” he hums, and when you look over at him again he has one eyebrow raised and a smile on his lips.

you push yourself up and sit straight, studying his expression for a moment before smiling in return.

“i’ll show you,” you exclaim, before standing up from your mattress and offering kitay a hand up.

in a moments notice, the two of you are stood opposite eachother on the cliffs of arlong (it wasn’t exactly a minute, you’d decided to run the entire way and ended up out of breath on the grass for a while, laughing). a specific spot nezha had shown you when you’d all first arrived in the city, somewhere the five of you often ventured up to either to be uninterrupted as you caught up on some relaxation between battles, or to practice without other soldiers judging your techniques and joking insults you threw around.

kitay was a few meters in front of you, stretching his arms above his head as you stood there with a cocky smirk on your face. kitay wasn’t exactly incapable, i mean he was sinegard trained after all - but your hours on the front lines greatly outdid his. while he was filing taxes, you were surrounded by bloodied bodies, when he stayed behind to plan out the offensives, you were the pawn he found himself moving around the map. you felt the right to be a little smug about your abilities, given your chances to take him down.

but as you stare across at him, you take a moment to realise that he does have some advantages over you. he’s obviously taller, not hugely but he has a few inches on you, his shoulders are noticeably a little wider set than yours, and nutoriously he was known for having fairly fast reflexes back at sinegard (you guessed it came from all those years surrounded by a mischievous young nezha). but still - you had hours upon hours of practice on him, you could practically smell someone’s next move in the midst of battle, and you had a god on your side— not that it helped you right now.

“no calling on your god, first person down for ten seconds looses- just like the combat trials at sinegard,” he hums, you can’t help but notice he has a cocky smirk of his own. barely noticeable, but it was there.

you nod, rolling your shoulders back a few times before lifting your fists in front of your chest.

kitay takes a breath before— three, two, one.

you move first, lunging at kitays midrift, shoulder colliding with his muscles. he had a few inches leverage on you, and so to combat that you just needed to get him on the floor in some way and he’d be done for.

but as your arms move to help tip him, he plants his feet and grabs your middle instead- well shit. he literally throws you to the side, luckily in a way that allows you to plant your own feet in return and stay upright, heels digging into the dirt and leaving dents in their wake.

“what the fuck—“ you breath out, and before you can even finish those three words kitay is running towards you.

the next moment is something of a blur. one second you’re stood with your arms up in front of you as a shield, the next kitay has you flipped over with your chest against the grass, one arm pinned out beside you and the other tucked over your back.

kitay just laughs, annoying bastard. watching you struggle for a moment before you manage to free your arms and roll out from his grasp. you waste no time in launching yourself towards his legs, finally managing to get some leverage over the moment as he topples back in a moment of uneven footing.

you quickly move to grab his arms, planning to pin his arms with your hands and his legs with your own legs— but he’s already twisted out of your way, grabbing your wrists so the moment becomes a battle of pure strength.

for a second you get cocky, convinced your arms are physically stronger than kitays due to all the hours you had swinging a sword compared to his hours flipping text books and maps.

kitay quickly humbles you. he overpowers you in a instants notice, pushing you away from him before flipping you back onto your front, one knee pressed into the small of your back and both his hands holding yours behind you.

wriggling doesn’t help, trying to pull one arm free before the other to push yourself up from the grass also fails. five seconds pass, then 8- 9, 10–

“told you that you underestimated me,” kitay smirks to himself, expression plagued with proudness as he removed his knee and hands from your back before sitting next to you. his hands are placed comfortably behind him and he looks up at the sky with a smug look on his face.

you glare at him with eyes that could kill su daji herself as you sit up, brushing off the loose blades of grass stuck to your uniform before you sit crossed legged next to him. back slumped forwards in defeat, you sigh and look over at him.

“that was luck,” you grumble - always the sore loser, ever since sinegard.

from that day forwards, you made a mental note to never underestimate kitay. because he might be the republics brains, but he was still a sinegard trained solider, a soldier who spent his free time duelling with fang runin.

this has been in my drafts for a hot minute my apologies,,,, i’ve got a concert soon so im busy making freebies and having health issues (LOL).

this is inspired by a tiktok i saw talking about how they forget kitay is a trained soldier and love reading parts when he reminds everyone he can kick ass and i could NOT resist. i picture him in my head as this skinny kid but he definitely is not i love the reminders.

a.n. from this ask "Oh my god, finally someone else who writes TPW fanfiction 😭😭 Can I request something about Kitay x reader where the reader would have gone through an extremely traumatic experience during the war? If you're not comfortable writing about it, you can ignore it!! (Sorry for the poor English, I'm using a translator 😭)", sorry for taking so long but I started uni again and I'm buried with classes, however read the content warnings!!! please <3

genre: angst, hurt/comfort (Chen Kitay x reader)

words: 2.1 k

cw: general tpw trilogy warnings, spoilers (?) tbg, mention of sa and ch. 21, we hate Souji and love Venka (sorry not sorry)

!!! : english is not my first language so yeah, feel free to give advice and sorry for my mistakes <3

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Going back to normal after fighting in a war was very difficult, it was impossible actually. But no one has time to recover during it, and you were no exception. Sometimes flashbacks were hard to deal with, others you were able to live with them shoving them deep in the back of your mind. 

However it was getting harder and harder not to get lost in your own mind during the hellish campaign in the South, keeping up with Rin in the last time was getting more difficult every day passing by, Venka had just returned after being sent undercover in the North, while you and Kitay were working off day and night to try to make things work and not let everything crumble in pieces, years spent training at Sinegard were paying off, but they didn’t prepare you all for what war really is, and definitely not how to cope with the aftermath.