☀︎ vivienne ♡

18 | any prns | requests open! multi fandom (writing for: the poppy war)

[dearvivienne]

୨⎯ MASTERLIST ⎯୧

The Poppy War

headcannons etc…

how they show they love you (♡)

as songs in my playlist

if you sacrificed yourself (☆)

fang runin…

in every life (☆)

yin nezha…

against all odds (♡)

with a reader inspired by saraswati (♡)

chen kitay…

always you, always us (♡)

persuaded academics (♡)

without you (☆)

due for a reminder? (♡)

sring venka…

the only man i ever loved (☆)

altan trengsin…

last of a kind pt.1 (♡)

last of a kind pt.2 (☆)

chaghan suren…

part time nurse (♡)

☆= angst, ♡ = fluff

[dearvivienne]

This isn't really an ask or anything, I'd just like to thank you for your service in the fandom :') we're lacking, especially in fanfic content, so just know your work is greatly appreciated!! (especially your Kitay pieces but that's just me being biased (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠))

this fandom is really lacking in fanfic content for real ˙◠˙ it might just be because i’m in very few book fandoms but i feel like there’s so much good fanart but that’s the majority of fanmade content it’s sad (i LOVE a good fanart tho as an artist i wanna start making proper tpw fanart somewhen cuz it’s my go to for doodles)

but thank you!! very glad to be doing the fandom a great service!!! lol ♡

[dearvivienne]

Omg I've just discovered your account, and it's like heaven! Thank u so much for your work 🥹 I'm looking forward to your future works about tpw! Especially the kitay × reader ones! 🤭 again, thank you so muuuuch!

(English it's not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any typos 😿)

thank you so much for reading them!!♡♡ (i may have waiting on purpose to respond to this after i posted a kitay fic LOL)

[dearvivienne]

Hi, could you do more Kitay x Reader or Altan x Reader, please? :3

i meant to reply to this with the kitay fic i just posted (link) but i forgot my apologies!! ˙◠˙

[dearvivienne]

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.

off the topic of tpw but i’ve been watching chicago fire recently and the whole violet gallo ritter trio remind me of rin nezha and kitay (in that order) ((they also remind me of the puppy pack from teen wolf lol like carbon copy fr)) and i keep getting sad whenever i think about it cuz neither trio got their happy ending together :(.

[dearvivienne]

୨⎯ the only man i ever loved ⎯୧ (s.venka x f!reader)

╰┈➤ INCLUDES : inspired by ‘andrew in drag’ by the magnetic fields, female reader, doomed yuri, reader is hinted bisexual because of their political marriage but can also be perceived as purely wlw with platonic feelings, slight nezha x reader if you squint, slight angst maybe?

wc: 1.6k

oh, but it had always been her - as life moved in such vicious circles.

sunlight beamed through the elaborate stained glass windows of your bedroom, forcing your eyes to squint open as you slowly came to your senses. your arm extends over the mattress as you feel out for the person you woke up next to each day - only to find yourself alone.

it takes a minute, but eventually you sit yourself up as the comforter pools around your waist, arms stretching above your head as your joints give a satisfying pop. palm massaging your eyes awake, you climb out of bed and slip your house slippers on.

as your feet become enveloped with the soft material, you look over your shoulder to notice one of the doors open - not the main doors which led out of your room and towards the rest of the estate, but towards an office. an office built specifically (in place of the large closet previously there), for nights that required mountains of paperwork to be signed off on during the rebuilding of nikan, nights when you didn’t want to be completely alone as you drifted to sleep.

the bottoms of your indoor slippers pad against the pristine marble floor as you make your way towards the ajar door, hand resting against the frame as you round it. your eyes land on a familiar hunched frame still clad in sleepwear, and for a moment your heart skips a beat as if she’s about to turn and face you, but— yin nezha, your husband, the father of your children, and the ruler of nikan.

nezha picks up on your presence as you stand there in the doorway, looking up as his eyes meet yours with a smile tugging at his lips. “good morning, my love,” he hums, “sorry to get up without you- i had a few last minute things to sign off on for today.”

you shake your head, smiling in return as you slowly make your way into the room - lit by soft candle light, sunlight also spilling through the open door behind you. your hands come to rest on his shoulders as you look down at the strewn parchment across his desk, “it’s alright.” what goes unsaid between the two of you - the disappointment settling uncomfortably deep in your chest when you realised you were mistaken, somewhere it can be pushed down and ignored.

after spending a while in comfortable silence behind nezha, you decide it’s time to begin getting ready for the day. in no time, your face is powdered to perfection, clothes neatly laid across your frame, hair pinned up by your handmaid. all in preparation for the long day ahead.

the decennial anniversary of the end of the civil war.

for months —probably years— now, plans had been being made for this day, a way to celebrate the unity of nikan, to celebrate the day your bestfriend di—.

on this day 10 years ago, following the death of rin and kitay, you and nezha had agreed to form a union in order to bring peace to nikan, with him representing dragon republic and you the southern coalition. nezha didn’t want to murder three of his bestfriends on one day, and quite frankly without rin, kitay and venka by your side you no longer held the motivation to continue fighting for the south alone (although you knew rin would be shouting at you from the afterlife, as you still had your head on virtually straight). this bond had led to a truce throughout the country, that luckily had held up without many issues so far.

and also from this bond - had came yours and nezha marriage, as well as your children. yin mingzha, your eldest son who was named after his late uncle - yin jianguo, your youngest son - and yin xinyi, your youngest and only daughter.

and while you loved your children, because of course you did - they were 50% you, your eyes looking back at you and your personality mirrored in three tiny little people. but they were a reminder that you didn’t get what you wanted in life, you didn’t get who you wanted in life— just an arrangement with a mirror of a man.

once you finished getting ready, you made your way out of your own room and down the halls towards your children’s rooms, hearing their excited chatter before you’d even pushed the doors open. as you pop your head through the ajar door, they immediately spot you and jump up from where they’d been sat down to get ready.

jianguo is the first to launch himself at you, wrapping his little arms around your elegant dress, and xinyi isn’t far behind as she trips over her own half tied outfit a few times before she’s fully across the room. mingzha is a little calmer about it, he excuses himself politely from the handmaid tying the waist of his hanfu, and giving you a loose hug (as he was the heir to his father, so of course he had to be slightly more placid in daily life).

the celebrations begin early into the morning, before your family had even woken - and by the time you make your way into arlong, they’re already in full swing.

at around noon the five of you are loaded onto an elegant carriage, family sigil displayed on a banner behind you. you found this oddly nostalgic, reminding you of the time you’d seen the yin’s during a parade back at your first year at sinegard. the thought of that day has you smiling to yourself, the difference between nezha then and now was astonishing, and as you look over at him to compare that young, naive boy with your husband—

guilt surged through you as you remember the differences. that parade back then was to show off the elite houses of nikan, and this parade was to remind your people of who ended the civil war. the same civil war that took your bestfriends from you. that took your first lo— no, you’d never let yourself admit to that part no matter how guilty you felt for the past.

you’d known since this day ten years ago you weren’t supposed to still be here, you knew that you were supposed to be in the afterlife with the rest of the southern coalitions generals. but alas, you weren’t.

but of course you loved your family, your husband, your luckily still peaceful country (excluding the hesperian input, of course) - but all this celebrating felt in bad taste, and you fell asleep everyday knowing you could be much happier the outcome of this conflict had been different.

but what you refuse to fully admit to yourself - it was never meant to be him. but her.

as rin rips into venka about her time away from us in the capital undercover, your body freezes up. you want for nothing more but to defend venkas honour, to back her up and reassure rin that venka wouldn’t dream of betraying the there of you.

you notice it too late, you notice what venka did after the inevitable has already happened, you notice the blood staining venkas uniform after the moment has passed. in all the anger, rin had failed to notice venka trying to save her - and in return, venka was now laying in a pool of her own blood, eyes open and lifeless, her body eerily still.

it felt as if your heart had been ripped out of your chest the moment venkas stopped beating.

for the first time since you’d met her back at sinegard, the plans you’d subconsciously been making in the back of your head flashed behind your eyes like a replay of your dreams. from the moment you met sring venka, you’d been planning your future - because whether you admitted it to yourself or not, you were in love with the annoyingly stubborn archer.

and now, those plans were playing out. settling down in a house you could only dream of having as a child, happily married with kids that were a perfect mix of the both of you in a finally (mostly) peaceful country.

but it wasn’t with her. of course sometimes you woke up expecting to see her asleep next to you, a smile creeping onto your lips as your fuzzy vision landed on the perfect porcelain skin and silk-like long black hair of the figure next to you - but as your eyes focused, your heart sank and guilt settled into your bones. as you came to your senses, you noticed the cracked scar across one side of his face rather than the smooth skin of venkas cheek, and the shorter eyelashes than you’d hoped to be met with.

because alas - the only man you would ever bring yourself to love, would just be venka in costume. the true love of both your life and your days post mortem.

and all you could do was hope that someday, maybe that archer would rise from his ashen grave with a vendetta to assassinate the last remaining person in the last room he ever laid eyes on. and that maybe one day, you’d meet the same fate as venka and would be granted the gift of seeing her once again.

do i have a bunch of requests to be working through? yes. am i instead thinking about my babygirl venka? yes!! i had this idea when i was looking back through my tpw favourites folder on tiktok and i fear the idea was too good to pass up on.

however i feel like i didn’t include enough yearning for venka but i also am too lazy to proof read and check (mainly because i wrote this with all my friends over at my house while slightly drunk and now i’m tired and just wanna get it posted LOL).

ALSO!!! this is my first fic of 2026 so happy belated new year!!! it’s insane that it’s 2026 because i’m still stuck in 2021 but i’m so very excited for all the fics i’ll be posting this year! <3

[dearvivienne]

Please write something about chaghan i am craving about that man!! 🥲

୨⎯ part time nurse ⎯୧ (chaghan.s x reader)

╰┈➤ INCLUDES : probably ooc chaghan, i described altan as a monster but i mean it in a ‘woaaahhh that persons a monster of a human they’re so buff’ way????? i love my speerly criminal, reader is embarrassing lowkey (i relate), brief mention of wounds/lacerations, (also not proofread so ignore spelling mistakes i’m lazy)

wc: 900

“will you— chaghan hold still,” you huff, cotton wool surrounding you where you sat on your bed, a bottle of disinfectant (which was pretty much just some clear alcohol and water) resting against one of your legs.

chaghan should’ve known better - altan hadn’t arrived that long ago, but he’d already been named tyr’s new successor, and while you understood chaghan wasn’t happy— to put it nicely, altan was a monster. freshly graduated, but he carried himself like he was already head of some army, he swung his trident like he was born with it already in his hand.

but chaghan? he was upset that his future position had been pulled from under him like a rug, and he just couldn’t sit there and take it. numerous times challenging altan, fighting tyr’s decision to his face and behind his back, led to altan having enough.

and then they were gone for three days, no sign of them apart from an occasional wave of flames from the valley that clearly came from altan. and when they returned? gods, chaghan was a sight for sore eyes.

obviously altan was beaten up a little himself, but it was nothing like chaghan. his long white hair was singed at the bottoms and considerably shorter, his uniform missing patches either due to being ripped by altans trident or having been burnt away, and he was clearly exhausted- not to point out the multitude of bruises, scratches and cuts across his pale skin.

and so here you were, having dragged him into your bunk so you could prevent any infections from settling in to his injuries, his beaten form sat in front of you (and considerably slumped forwards in exhaustion).

chaghan winces as the soaked cotton wool dabs over a particularly deep laceration on his shoulder, and you could almost see a bruise forming in real time next to it.

“you could’ve just had a civil conversation with tyr and altan, was this really necessary?” you breathe out, less annoyed at him for being unable to sit still and instead just worried about him. you’d know he would be upset at something like this —after all he was promised tyr’s position— but upset enough to constantly challenge altan and then fight (or get beaten up) for it three days?

“i doubt that would’ve got through to either of them,” he grumbles - you didn’t think you’d ever heard him sound like that, his exhaustion was very prevalent in his tone and yet he sounded just as annoyed as some kid with all the energy in the world to put towards challenging authority.

“yeah well- maybe stick to prophecies and the pantheon for a while, so you can heal up properly,” you scoff in reply, reaching for a bandage just next to chaghan.

unable to find any scissors, you decide instead to just further rip his uniform to be able to wrap the bigger of his cuts - after all his uniform wasn’t exactly wearable anymore anyways. you grip the fabric either side of the laceration you were just cleaning, ripping the fabric so the arm of his tunic comes away completely, giving you full access to his shoulder.

“i’ll uh, find you a new tunic after,” you break the silence that had settled in, glancing up at his face for a moment before focusing back on his wound.

chaghan doesn’t say anything, but you can almost feel his glare on you, as if his uniform wasn’t already completely ruined by the speerly he had to challenge a few times too many.

you decide to work in silence, as the man in front of you was obviously still salty about his lack of future command, and you’d rather not become the new victim of his misdirected anger. your hands work quickly as you wrap a bandage around his shoulder to keep it safe from any debris that could cause irritation or infection, before doing the same for the other handful of deeper cuts across his upper body and one of his things.

eventually the silence becomes suffocating- which was odd. you always found chaghan easy to spend time with in silence, just in eachothers presence. but with his anger, it felt uncomfortable and so you wanted to try and adjust that.

“you know, i’m kinda glad altan is now tyr’s successor,” you chuckle softly — wrong move. you can feel chaghans white eyes glaring into the crown of your head as you clear your throat and attempt to finish your sentence and maybe save yourself, “you would’ve been a strict commander- and i can’t see baji listening to you much, you know? so- you saved yourself a headache really,” you chuckle again, hoping chaghan didn’t decide he was done with your comments and completely murder you.

instead, as you looked up from wrapping his last cut, he just stared at you through squinted eyes and furrowed brows as if trying to read you like a book. he simply just stink-eyed you in silence for a few minutes until you spoke up and broke the smothering silence again.

“d’you uh- want me to cut off the singed ends of your hair off..?” you ask, tone unsure.

chaghans eyes trailed over to his shoulder where you’d ripped the arm of his uniform off, and then down to his leg where you’d done a similar thing to wrap that laceration, before looking back at you, “no, i’ll ask qara,” he sighs.

this was my first time attempting to write anything for chaghan so i do apologise that it’s so bad and lowkey ooc :,) it’s been a WHIIILLEE since i’ve read much of chaghans scenes oops i think im needing a reread of tpw and tdr

i tried to go in the direction of “chaghan would’ve commanded like a demon… he would’ve taken away their free will. chaghan would’ve shattered minds” with the whole ‘you would’ve been strict!’ thing but i have definitely underplayed what he would be like LMAO

i also struggled a little cuz in my head chaghan is a 100% gay man like he very much loves men imo and i try to keep my fics gender neutral but i was so tempted to add some gay ass quotes or descriptions but i had to refrain :( LOL

[dearvivienne]

Hi hello how are you may I ask for headcanons for

Yin nezha with an reader who's kinda inspired by swarswati from Hindu mythology if you need more information I can give you

goddess of knowledge, wisdom, arts, music, and learning so someone who's smart and calm

This might be a bit much so you can ignore this if you'd like

୨⎯ with a reader inspired by saraswati ⎯୧ (y.nezha x reader)

╰┈➤ INCLUDES : fairly gender neutral reader, probably a little inaccurate representation of saraswati (i tried), more reader focused than nezha focused i fear, brief description of reader killing

wc: 800

when you met at sinegard you did not get along. you and kitay got along really easily because you shared the same longing for knowledge as he did, and then kitay decided to go and become friends with nezhas new arch enemy while also taking you with him! (how dare kitay) and so your budding friendship with rin, thanks to the curly haired boy, meant nezha by association also disliked you

but while he wasn’t your biggest fan, he was also weirdly entranced by you? from the first moment you’d walked into the room, you had this air about you that oozed wisdom. in class you’d effortlessly answer any of the masters questions with almost textbook quality sentences, and then go back to scribbling down notes like you didn’t just put an experts explanation to shame. and while that pissed him off (because how dare someone outshine yin nezha?), it also made him want to try and figure out more about you.

and this fascination didn’t stop at sinegard, oh gods no. when the two of you met again at khurdalain, his knees almost buckled at your battle plans. for the first time ever - someone actually put kitays planning to shame, and it made an unsavoury moment feel less desperate, it made victory seem a little more attainable. because the way you arranged troops on that crinkled map made him feel like he was reading a perfectly edited novel, one where the main characters success was imminent.

the first time nezha witnessed you bridging the gap between you and your god it emotionally winded him, and left him speechless. in the middle of lake boyang, his heart sank to his stomach as he noticed you pincered between two less than friendly federation soldiers, before there was a flash of light and— two new arms, identical to your usual pair, ripped through the seams of your uniform. seizing the moment where the men either side of you were stood in shock, you gripped a forgotten sword from the floor as one pair of arms skewers the soldier behind you, while the other pair extends and slits the throat of the second man.

just when he thought that was all- oh was he wrong. back in arlong he inquired into your shamanic abilities, curious what your limits were and whether there was anything else you could utilise in their next battle to take nikan. and rather than telling - you offered to show, urging him to stand and try to take your sword out of your hand. as he lunged for you, you spoke, the clearest he’d ever heard your voice, looking up at your face to see a soft white light shining around you —“now, do you really want to do that? wouldn’t you rather.. walk in the other direction? save me the trouble having to defend myself,”— and before he could realise what you’d said, all he could think of was doing as you say, his mind instantly changed.

and one thing he’d constantly refused to admit to himself since the day he’d first laid eyes on you — you were gorgeous. and not in the same sense as he was, you weren’t just the kind of beautiful that turns heads in the streets, or that immediately proves your some kind of nobility. you were out of this world - the type of breathtaking that put all 64 deities in the pantheon to shame.

one of the biggest things he loved about you, was your determination to find peace. nikan was anything but peaceful, but he’d never met anyone so desperate to see conflict resolved. even if it meant you’d swear a vow of silence towards himself, or rin, or altan whenever it came to committing chaos (senseless violence, you called it), despite the desperate presence of war in the country.

another thing he found enamouring about you, was how easily words came to you. whether someone was upset, angered, frustrated, you always knew exactly what to say in order to calm their mind. and even back at sinegard, he’d wish it was socially appropriate (as he supposedly hated you) for him to go to you whenever he was filled with senseless emotions, because he knew within one sentence you’d have his thoughts coming to a stop, adrenaline no longer pumping through his veins. and although he won’t admit it, he still wishes for the same after you come head to head in the war, he wishes he could ride across nikan for even a small sense of comfort, but that was impossibly unrealistic given the circumstances.

this was SO fun to write op, thank you for requesting this!!! i tried to do my own bit of research but im not 100% sure how accurate everything i read was, so i hope i did her justice!

this is also very reader focused my apologies ˙◠˙i think i got a bit excited about writing for something new that nezha was only an afterthought hehe

[dearvivienne]

I'm so glad you're back Vivienne I've missed you! 😭

I'm so sorry you had to go through that but I'm glad you're feeling better! ☺

thank you🥹🫶🏼!!! (i know this was sent last time i disappeared and then returned sorry anon LOL)

both times i’ve disappeared i’ve really missed tumblr and writing and the couple of interactions ive had with people who read my fics, so hopefully ill be able to find a steady like pace??? to write and release things!!!

[dearvivienne]

I don't read x reader stories (to each their own), but I wanted to celebrate someone writing sexy Kitay, cheers!!

no i totally get not reading x reader it’s definitely not everyone’s cup of tea BUT i’ve been considering maybe writing ships??? i mean im not a huge shipper (i do have a select few ships from various media’s i do not play about however) but i would die for rinezha and chagaltan (and many platonic tpw duos) so i’m thinking of mixing ship fics in???

only issue is im autistic so i struggle with getting personalities right cuz i cant really understand? people very well id say, and with x reader i only really have one personality to focus on since reader is usually very neutral so its easier, but ship stuff i have to focus on them both and how they specially interact so it would be a challenged BUT it would also be worth it 🤭

but,,, justice for my babygirl kitay he needs more fan content 🫡🫡🫡

[dearvivienne]

OHHH MY GOOODD I CANT BELIEVE I JUST FOUND OUT THAT THERES TPW FANFICS ON TUMBLR😭😭😭😭 girl thank you so much!!!! When I first finished the poppy war series I was looking for fanfics on tumblr EVERYWHERE but I couldn’t find any💔 so today I randomly remembered my love for tpw and thought “hmmm I want some fanfics🤭🤭but there’s none😓” buttt I still searched and found your blog I’m so excited ive already read some of your stories your writing is sooo good<33

I yap too much. Sorry

ME TOOOO im a chronic fanfic reader for every fandom im in i physically can’t go without my dedicated fanfic reading time after watching/reading/playing something, but i finished tpw and there wasn’t anything so i just had to do my part 🤭🤭

and thank you so much!!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[dearvivienne]

"More! MORE! " I say as I got a notification that vivien has posted

more is on its way hopefully 🤭🤭🤭hehehehh

[dearvivienne]

Can you please write about the poppy wars characters mourning our deaths maybe we took the blow for them sacrificing ourselves or something and just collectively haunting the narrative for all of them (like altan)

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

anyways! i’m gunna try make my way through the asks i never got round too - so my apologies to the people who sent asks and i’m yet to answer them!!!

[dearvivienne]

୨⎯ tpw characters as songs in my playlist ⎯୧

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

fang runin

would’ve been you - sombr

let the world burn - chris grey

m.i.a - katseye (‘no you won’t put a leash on a bitch’ LIIKKKEEEE)

INVU - taeyeon

set fire to the rain - adele

soldier, poet, king - the oh hellos (as the soldier)

yin nezha

let down - radio head

family line - conan gray

mamas boy - dominic fike

castle - ateez

selfish waltz - ateez

family line - conan gray

soldier, poet, king - the oh hellos (as the king)

blind love - &team

chen kitay

the great war - taylor swift

moon song - pheobe bridgers

soldier, poet, king - the oh hellos (as the poet)

my tears ricochet - taylor swift

home - wei

sring venka

lacy - olivia rodrigo

girls never die - triples

labour - paris paloma

altan trengsin

i know the end - pheobe bridgers

E.T - katy perry

baji

(my brain is empty ˙◠˙)

suni

nightwalker - ten

ramsa

run wild - &team

chaghan suren

imaginary friend - itzy (i can’t explain it but TRUST)

ancient dreams in a modern land - marina

fuyu no hanashi - given (idea from @kisses4denji !!)

qara suren

bon voyage - dream catcher (‘all cells are directed towards you, even if we’re a little distant we’re together’ heelllooo)

i’m currently working on a request BUT i fear i have way over complicated it so it’s taking a while cuz i’m a slow writer & i’ve been busy making my outfit for an incoming concert i’m going too between seeing my friends while they home from uni - so i’m very sorry it’s taking a while! ive had this in my drafts for a while so i thought id post it so my account isn’t in a total drought LOL.

i wrote this on the train a while back and spent like 1 out of the four hours each way going through my playlist like i was a detective and then completely forgot about it, so i dug it out from the depths of my notion page!

i couldn’t think of many for certain characters (i’m sorry baji) and since it’s my personal opinion so they might not be fully accurate, but i wanted to flaunt my music taste cuz i think it’s fabulous hehe.

[dearvivienne]

Hii! I’m so in love with your works 😭💞

I honestly thought I’d never find anyone who writes about TPW, and now I’m completely obsessed 🥹

Could you please write another short Kitay x reader fic? Maybe something with a bit of angst — like they were childhood best friends, and she dies during the war.

(sorry for the bad English! I'm using the translator)

୨⎯ without you ⎯୧ (c.kitay x reader)

╰┈➤ INCLUDES : minor tdr spoilers, major character death (reader), hurt no comfort, attempt at angst, brief mention of readers injuries but nothing too detailed

wc: 2.1k

you breath out a sigh as kitay presses his forehead against yours, a sense of calmness washing over you the second his skin touches yours. as if physical contact eased any of your worries to just a dull pain in the back of your mind you could completely forget about within minutes.

his hands come up to firmly cup your face, his eyes open and fixed on yours, “stay safe— promise me, [name],” he murmurs, his tone of voice firm and assuring.

“i’ll be fine, i always come back don’t i?” you smile softly, your hands coming up to rest just over his, before you entwine your fingers in his and bring your hands down between you.

you give his hands three reassuring squeezes - ‘i love you’ - before dropping them and backing off to make your way towards the troops funneling onto your ship, eyes on his until the very moment you fully turn away from him.

you’d been assigned to different ships as you approached boyang - part of you was convinced that it was because jinzha didn’t like the thought of you and kitay being together during the battle to scheme against him (since you both made it very clear how stupid you thought this plan was). you’d been assigned to one of the smaller war ship, strategically placed somewhere you could hone in on your hand to hand combat skills as it was most likely your ship would be boarded first.

kitay on the other hand was stationed on the primary ship - under the cover of wooden roofs over the deck. strategically placed somewhere he was best protected, somewhere his intelligence could best be weaponised from.

this wasn’t uncommon. every battle so far you’d fought as far away from eachother as could be - kitay protected by guards and walls, while you charged directly at the enemy with nothing but a sword and pure determination. it never bothered you, but for some reason being split up here caused anxiety to gnaw at your chest. but you pushed it down and ignored it, and the pure thought of said anxiety would be embarrassing to recall when you sank into his arms post-battle, both very much alive like always.

negotiations went sour as they always did - the empire refused to come to an agreement. and before you could even process the beginning of the battle, winds were picking up around you as your sword clashed loudly against the steel of an enemy’s own.

out of the corner of your eye you notice a second empire soldier rushing you, having clambered onto the ship behind the rest of their comrades and immediately locked eyes onto you - point of their blade millimetres from making contact with your clothes before you swipe it away with your own sword. as the winds begin to pick up to something beyond normal, you don’t have the luxury to care much about how your hair covers your eyes, giving all your attention to the two men trying to kill you.

before you can pick up on the heavy footsteps approaching behind you, you suddenly feel a searing pain against your right hip, knocking the air out of your lungs as the blade pulls back away from your skin. your eyes glance down at where it had made contact, feeling your stomach churn at the sight of blood staining your tunic, the fabric sliced open around the wound. you muster up all the energy you can and swing your sword around behind you.

however before it can make contact, before any of the three swords pointed at you can strike again, before the mixture of mainly stomach acid and your limited rations can be ejected from your body in response to the searing pain - you feel your feet lift from the ship deck. it felt like you were flying, were you being pulled to the heavens?

no, you weren’t flying. it takes but a moment for you to realise you’re being lifted into the air by the strong gusts of wind whistling across the lake. and not even a moment later, you’re being hurled across the water towards the bank.

you land against the marshy surface with an ‘ouf’, ringing appearing in your ears and your vision turning white at the pain searing throughout your body. you tried to suck air into your lungs but your windpipe felt useless as if any oxygen passed out though the back of your throat instead. and when your body involuntarily coughed, your vision came too to see a splatter of blood crimson against the brown dirt beneath you.

your instincts screamed for you to push yourself up and find your sword, push on and fight to the very end. but every nerve in your body was paralysed with pain, you could guessed that your ribs had broken and punctured your lungs, that you were actively bleeding into anywhere your blood cells could seep their way into. was this it? were you about to die?

you thought this would be different, peaceful. you hardly lived in a peaceful time, but you truly believed when your time came you’d be surrounded by those you loved in a more stable period of your countries history. you were strong, you weren’t supposed to got this way.

he was supposed to be there. you thought when you faced death, the best moments of your life would flash through your head as a final goodbye. but all you could think of was chen kitay (though the did make up 99% of those memories, so you weren’t really surprised).

was he okay?

he had to be, last you’d seen his ship hadn’t been touched by the empire or the relentless winds.

but if you were about to die - anything was possible.

you took one final breath with kitay being all you could see. the soft smile he saved for only you, the bright eyes of the kid you’d first met, the comforting voice that rambled to you when you couldn’t sleep. you could care less that this breath was your last, you needed to know if he was okay.

but you’d never know.

kitays time with the ketreyids passed by him in a blur. he spent the entire time cold and anxious for his life, and when his soul became bound to rin’s he wonded if that could be the end.

but he survived.

and he somehow also survived the month long journey back to arlong, ducking behind trees to hide from the empires soldiers and clutching his head for dear life when rin stretched the phoenix’s power too far.

but despite everything, they made it back to arlong unharmed. starving, tired and in desperate need of a shower? maybe. but they were back in one piece (literally).

kitay let out a breath he felt like he’d been holding for the entire month they’d been slowly drifting down stream to the familiar city, the anxiety in his chest settling as they make it past the red cliffs and through the gates without being shot down by vaisra’s men mistaking them for the enemy. it was honestly funny that after the longest month of his life, their biggest threat for a moment was friendly fire.

the moment they pass the gates, crowds of civilians, refugees and soldiers alike begin to crowd them - questions of their whereabouts, what happened at boyang, whether so-and-so was alive and in hiding. they didn’t have answers to any of their questions so when venka appeared and yanked them into her grasp with a wrinkled nose at the smell of them, kitay again let out a small breath of relief.

“you smell rank,” venka commented with an upturned nose. kitay had barely paid any attention to how rin looked or her personal hygiene, let alone his own. the both of them had been far more concentrated on making it home alive and in one piece - and kitay had been distracted by the thought of you.

where you alive? you had to be, he’d have a feeling if you were gone. he’d know. you where strong and he truly believed he’d see you the moment he arrived back at arlong.

as venka began bombarding them with her own questions, kitay zoned out, scanning the crowd around them for your comforting gaze. the same gaze he’d seen almost everyday since he could remember. he barely noticed as nezha pushed through the crowd and enveloped rin into a hug - that wasn’t important to him right now.

he needed to see you, he craved your presence. he was a kind of tired that wouldn’t be relieved unless he could sink into your arms and close his eyes with a safe feeling running through his veins for the first time in months.

kitay hardly noticed that rin now had heavy, warm tears rolling down her cheeks - maybe from relief, or fear of what was coming, or anxiety. he turned to nezha with the kind of expression that communicated that he’d not been paying any attention to anything but his own mind.

“where’s [name]?” he asked, trying to refrain from displaying in his tone how desperate he really was to see you again. he’d never been one for public affection, and even in his most desperate state he still shielded his fondness from the outside world.

nezhas expression went from one of relief to sheer panic - he knew something that kitay didn’t, and hell if kitay was about to listen to him spew some bullshit to avoid the point. you where somewhere in arlong and he was heading straight in that direction.

“kitay—“ nezha’s voice was basically a whisper. anyone watching could see his heart break in real time, unsure if he could break such big news to his childhood friend about the person he shared everything with.

“where are they?” kitays voice was surprisingly harsh - if he wasn’t so desperate to see you, he might’ve been surprised at himself. but he didn’t care enough right now.

“kitay they—“ nezha’s mouth opened and closed a few times but no sounds came out apart from a soft ‘ah-‘, taking a deep breath to finally spit out what was on his mind before venka interrupted.

kitay hadn’t noticed it but venka had tears in her eyes - sring venka, was tearing up. the same girl who refused to acknowledge 99% of the emotions she felt, willing herself to be the most hardened version of herself she could be so others wouldn’t look down on her.

“[name] didn’t make it back— they’re dead, kitay,” her voice was laced with pity and sadness, but the kind of sadness that she’d had over a month to process.

the world around kitay froze, his heart sank lower than it had the moment rin had almost killed him not too long ago, the bustling kind of excitement and chatter about their return around them faded until he couldn’t hear it anymore. part of his brain tried to listen in as venka explained how ‘feylen threw them from their ship’ and that venka ‘watched it happen, they’re gone—‘ followed by heartbroken apologies.

kitays eyes trailed from venka’s face to the floor beneath his feet, the sight of him standing— alive, suddenly taunting him profusely. he didn’t want to believe it but, why would venka lie to him? he had been so sure that you’d be here waiting for him that he’d failed to think of the possibility that you’d been one of the many soldiers that didn’t make it back.

war wasn’t fair, no matter how strong someone was - they weren’t guaranteed to return home.

kitays cheeks suddenly felt hot, felt damp— was he crying? the moment he noticed his vision was glassy, he fell to his knees. a hand came up to clutch his chest right over where his heart was while the other rested on his knee to steady him, as if his heart was actually breaking into two, as if the loss of you could in turn kill him as well so he could see you again.

how was he to live without you? you’d spent everyday together for as long as he could remember - and he remembered everything with his eidetic memory. he perfectly remembered every time you’d sat beside him as he read and fell asleep on his shoulder with soft snores that made his heart clench, every time you’d pressed a soft kiss to his cheek for good luck before you both sat a test, the time you’d promised him you’d marry him some day when he’d gotten you a simply present on your 6th birthday. kitay didn’t know a world without you - he didn’t want to learn how to live without you, he couldn’t live without you.

i’m back!!! i am so very sorry anon for how long it took me to get to this! and thank you for loving my fics!! 🥹

fun fact i struggle with depression (who doesn’t after reading the poppy war LMAO no but fr oopsies) and recently i was in the worst depressive state i’ve had for a while so i wasn’t in a place to be writing as much as i wanted too BUUUT i am all good now and I AM BACK!! ill be getting through my requests and other asks as fast as i can but i apologise that i’m very late to a few!

i actually knuckled down and finished this today because i went out with friends and ended up having a very quick convo with someone about r f kuangs books and the poppy war! but i’ve been getting into romance and romantasy books recently so i was a little off writing this cuz ive strayed from the angsty books so i hope it’s what you’d imagined anon!!

on another note thank you for all the requests and asks, it’s crazy to me that people actually read anything i write so thank you!!

[dearvivienne]

hello! Can you pretty please make a kitay x reader :3?

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.

also just a psa! i know kitay is canonically aroace and i promise i am not trying to invalidate his sexuality, i’m more honing in on the ‘little to no attraction’ because ive had aroace friends in the past in relationships - but i hope no one takes this as me invalidating his canon sexuality, i love my aroace pooks!!!

[dearvivienne]

Hi! I love your works if been waiting for poppy war x reader for a long time there's just not enough of it on the internet

Are you accepting request? If so can I request a kitay x reader where they're childhood friends that sticks like glue ever since little that their parents even had the thought of engaging them. The reader is always there for him even when Nezha and venka started to become distant after the keju. But when they entered sinegard and kitay started becoming close to rin, reader starts to get kinda jealous and that leads to a whole miscommunication (cuz I'm a sucker for that trope) but nothing angsty tho maybe fluff where kitay reassures the reader or something

Sorry I'm rambling!

୨⎯ always you, always us ⎯୧ (c. kitay x reader)

╰┈➤ INCLUDES : slightly ooc kitay??, minor spoiler for tdr at the end, cringey fluff, miscommunication trope, platonic??? i think????

wc: 2.2k

as a child if you’d managed to slip out of your housemaids sight there was one place they could guarantee you’d be - by chen kitays side.

the two of you had grown up together in the jade district of sinegard, birds of a feather. his father was the defence minister while your father was minister of finance, so it was only right that their children of a similar age met, resulting in a blossoming friendship before you could even speak, walk or count. despite being a few months older than kitay, you clung to him like a lifeline - you would trail after him during the day, you found yourself sleeping in his room whenever you could convince your parents, by four you’d even developed your own sort of language that you refused to pass on to anyone around you.

as soon as you were old enough to read and write, both of your parents put you under the care of a tutor where you met two other children - yin nezha and sring venka. the four of your became a close knit group, however neither of them ever came close to the bond you had with the curly haired boy you had met first.

by the time you were 10, your parents had began considering your engagement. it wasn’t a terrible idea logistically, the fact that you were two of the empresses right-hand men’s children taken into account, but your parents could tell by one look at the both of you that you’d only ever part with one another in death.

any plans for an engagement were halted when the two of you sat the keju exam after years of hard studying with your tutor, eachother, nezha and venka - kitay even sitting the exam a year early. there was no suprise from anyone when each of you were accepted into sinegard, after all kitay had an eidetic memory and the three of you weren’t far behind in smarts.

sinegard was hard - of course it was. who would think that studying at the most elite school in nikan would be anything but gruelling? but the hardest thing was watching nezha and venka go along their own path before classes had even started, drifting away from the quartet you’d formed as children. part of you had expected it, after all you’d watched your family drift apart due to the stress that your fathers job caused on your parents marriage, you’d accepted the drifting of relationships as part of life.

kitay, however, took it a little more to heart. you’d find yourself sneaking off to a corner of the school campus at night, kitay complaining about the two leaving you behind as you sat under the stars, between pointing out different constellations. you didn’t mind thought, you ended up almost falling asleep in class a few times afterwards, but anything to spend that extra moment with kitay.

the friend-shaped hole in kitays heart was soon replaced with the company of a tan skinned, flat tongued, poor southerner from the rooster provenance - fang runin. the same person who punched nezha in the face not long after arriving in sinegard. you liked rin - venka and nezha had both taken to disliking her (not that you could blame them) however you, like kitay, saw a better side of her. she was practically a foreigner yes, but you got to speaking with her after classes and eventually formed a sort of friendship.

kitay and rin although became best friends at a speed rivalling only you and him. kitay spent more nights coming to find the both of you now, the three of you sat cosily in the library together whenever a you had a test coming up.

you were quite sure why, but the closer rin got to kitay the more your heart ached, the more jealous you got. it was a mystery to you - kitay still payed just as much attention to you as rin and she payed about as much attention to you as you’d expected she would, there was still the odd night where kitay would ask you to meet him at your spot under a tree in the north west corner of the grounds to watch the stars and complain about your classes. yet seeing rin and kitay deep in conversation about something or the other made your stomach churn and your heart ache.

that feeling came to a head one day when you decided to make the trek to yours and kitay spot under a specific tree in the north west corner of the grounds, only to find rin stay on the side of kitay you’d usually find yourself. you’d planned to come here to clear your mind after a particularly stressful day, with three essays due before 12pm and another two set for a two days time - and kitays presence wasn’t exactly a bad thing, rins however.

for the last couple of weeks you’d been seeing les and less of your bestfriend, whether purposefully or not. kitay had started offering to help rin out more often with studying (even though she hardly needed it, having passed the keju with only a few years of studying) and so you filled your now extra spare time by visiting nezha and venka. the three of you weren’t exactly the best of friends anymore after you’d initially drifted and then you and kitay befriended the southerner who humbled nezha on a few occasions. but nothing could erase the years of friendship you cultivated - and so spending time with them was like a bandaid that made up for kitay either purposefully or subconsciously distancing himself.

so when you saw rin had now literally taken your place in a physical manner, you couldn’t help but scoff and roll your eyes. you weren’t completely sure if they could see your eyes through the dark, the both of them looking up from the paper laying on the dirt under candle light, but you knew they could hear your scoff.

kitay, who’s face was illuminated by the candle, stood up and raised his eyebrows at you, he didn’t need to say anything for you to know what he was thinking.

“what’s up with you?” he said, voice more curious and a little concerned rather than annoyed.

you shake your head slightly, avoiding rins eyes which were glaring up at yours - like daggers, or were they softer? no, no one with a kind look in their eyes would do this, try to replace you in the friendship you’d spent your life cultivating. part of you wanted to kick her in the jaw, as she was in the perfect position to do so, but you refrained.

“nothing— i’m perfect, don’t let me interrupt,” you smile, painfully sarcastic - a tone you don’t think even kitay had ever heard, you were usually the kind of person to keep your feelings in this sense bottled, but for some reason this felt impossible to keep to yourself.

kitay gave you a confused expression, opening his mouth to respond in some manner - but you didn’t stay to listen, already turning on your heels to walk back to your dorm. what kitay didn’t see was the tears welling up in your eyes, was this how a general felt when they were demoted and replaced? it hurt more than you thought, would kitay really replace you after so many years?

you somehow managed to avoid the curly haired boy for a few days - darting out of your dorm building before he could appear outside to catch you, slipping out of classrooms the moment you were dismissed, sometimes even skipping lunch in order to stay under the radar. you didn’t think you could face him. you weren’t sure if it was the fact that you were still upset, whether you didn’t want to see him because it would make you realised how much these past weeks and days had hurt to spend not in his company, or whether you were embarrassed that a friendship could cause you to act like this.

however your luck quickly ran out when kitay managed to corner you after dinner one day, boxing you in to a corner before looking you directly in the eyes and asking you to talk to him, asking you to please meet him at the tree you had spent so much time under together, the same tree rin had replaced you at.

you scurry off after slipping from under his arm, not daring to look behind you incase he was following. foot steps never appeared behind you though, and once you turned the corner he was no where to be seen.

your dorm was oddly cold despite it coming into spring, your bed unwelcoming as you hold your knees up to your chest, thinking. part of you wanted to go see kitay - this was stupid, he could have other friends and it wouldn’t erase the fact that you’d spent so long by his side, but part of you didn’t want to know if he valued your friendship less than before or not. you’d rather stay clueless as to whether he still cared about you as much as he used too, since he’d seen so distant recently.

your curiosity got the better of you however - before you even knew what you were doing, your uniform was pulled up around you to shield yourself from the cool evening air as you trailed towards the tree. you saw him before he saw you, even from this distance he looked odd, guilty even.

“[name],” he practically whispered once you appeared in front of him. you stood there in silence, unsure what to say— what could you say? ‘do you hate me’ ‘is rin a better friend than me?’ ‘do you regret spending your entire life so far by my side?’.

but you didn’t need to say anything, he noticed your hand pulling at a loose thread of your tunic and opened his mouth to speak for you.

“i’m sorry—“ but you suddenly find your voice, cutting him off - not entirely on purpose, but you knew if you didn’t speak your mind now you wouldn’t get chance too.

“do you hate me?” you murmur, if the wind had decided to howl past you at the moment he definitely wouldn’t have heard you, “you’ve spent practically every moment with rin recently without paying any mind to me, i just- i know i shouldn’t be so pissed about it, you can have other friends but— do you hate me now or something,” you let out a sigh as you finish speaking, not entirely sure if what you said made any sense, speaking without thinking much.

kitay stands there in silence for a moment before he steps forwards, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you towards him. kitay had never exactly been a hugger, so him initiating moments like this almost made you forget the world around you existed.

“i’m sorry, i could never hate you- i don’t hate you, not even close,” he sighs, but not a fed up sigh - one of relief almost, as if he was expecting much worse to come out of your mouth.

kitay pulls away from the hug, his hands firmly on your shoulders as he looks you directly in the eyes, “i thought you had a problem with rin when you started something time around nezha and venka again,” he began.

“it’s stupid but- i was annoyed at that, and then i realised i was the one who started putting the distance between us,” he pauses for a moment before letting out a chuckle, “i don’t hate you, you’re my bestfriend and it’ll always be you,”

your eyes had began watering by now - from the wind picking up a little and brushing against your face relentlessly or due to kitays reassurement, you’d never know. you smile.

“you’re supposed to be smart- you really thought i just didn’t like rin?” you say sarcastically.

“yeah yeah,” kitay scoffed, dropping his arms from his side with a smile betraying his ‘annoyance’, “but seriously, it’ll always be you - i don’t think anyone could replace you. sometimes i feel like our souls are intertwined, like your pain is mine or as if i can read your mind.”

you bring your hand up between the two of you, pressing all your fingers down except your pinky finger, a slightly cheesy grin pulling at the corners of your lips, “promise?”

kitay almost, almost rolled his eyes - as kids the two of you would make promises about every other thing, and despite having dropped that habit as you got older he felt a sense of nostalgia as he looked at your hand. he wraps his own pinky around yours, “promise, i’ve always got your back.”

and little did you know, he would keep that promise until him blood no longer circulated his veins, until his body ran cold - even the bonding of his soul with rins couldn’t keep him from your side.

ANONNNN thank you for reading my fics and for this ask it means a lot to me that people actually read and enjoy anything i post :,)!! i LOVED writing for kitay for the first time!!! it honestly made me realise how much i adore him (he’s so familiar to my baby armin arlert so how could i not).

i’m not sure how in character kitay is however though i feel like i made him more mushy that he is??? im also not sure how much miss communication there is oops. idk, but i am also a sucker for the occasional miscommunication trope tehe.

fun fact i’m 100 pages from the end of the burning god currently, wish me luck :,).