Regret part 11
Serene days
Genshin Impact Adeptus!reader
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word count: ~1.3k
notes: Please check out keiq0’s art on a female version of adeptus reader!Merry Christmas! This is the last part to the main story. I may edit the whole story later and write some spinoffs when I have time. I also absolutely loved Tsarista in this story, enjoyed writing about her and giving her my hc depths.
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Hutao is a lively person.
Your boss is a lively person, indeed.
“Con….gratulations!” Twin tails twirled playfully at the petite girl’s movement, spinning and clicking her heels as she hopped around the place.
“We have gathered today on this joyous occasion to celebrate my competent worker’s three-month arrival!” She pops a few party poppers, sprinkling confetti everywhere while doing a newly choreographed hilichurl dance.
Celebratory hilichurl dance, as she says.
A little too lively, perhaps.
Ganyu claps with twinkling eyes, Xiao looks as if he’s absolutely had enough of Hutao’s antics.
“I still don’t understand why you need an secretary of all things in the funeral parlour…” He crosses his arms, annoyed at Hutao’s proud declaration of you being her staff.
Xiao had previously invited you to join him on his daily routine to eradicate hilichurls and keep Liyue safe when you said you wanted to find a job and work instead of leeching off them.
It was a tempting offer, but he seems to be doing well without you. So well that you spent most of the time watching him clear out hilichurl camps in less than a minute instead of doing the actual fighting.
“Oh ho, jealous? Sad that the hilichurl busters couldn’t keep their fresh recruit?”
“I am not.” Xiao scowled, glaring at her. “What even the hell is hilichurl busters anyway? Stop coming up with weird names.”
You laugh at their childish banter and Xiao’s offended expression from Hutao’s teasing.
“Kids, stop arguing and let’s focus on celebrating.” Zhongli smiles at you, joy radiating off him.
“We have yet to bring out the cake. I also saw another brilliant cake down the street, but alas, I forgot my mora.”
Zhongli’s carelessness remains the same, bringing another chuckle to your lips.
It’s not like you hated being a part of the unofficial hilichurl busters, in fact you do like it a lot, and you still regularly join Xiao on weekends for a stretch and some exercise.
Yet you also find comfort working diligently in the parlour, in the same room as Zhongli and organising the accounting books and ledgers.
You also, as per Hutao’s orders, have to accompany Zhongli on his shopping trips.
“He spent fifty thousand mora on a tea cup set last time! Using our funds! You must keep an eye on his spending habits at all costs! We don’t earn enough revenue to support his lavish spending!”
Shopping trips turn into somewhat like a leisure walk, mostly enjoying tea and dim sum and listening to Zhongli’s ramblings of some ancient tales. Occasionally, you would visit Ganyu to remind her of a break and chat with locals to foster a decent relationship.
The workload isn’t much, as the parlour doesn’t get many commissions, as compared to Ganyu’s mountains of paperwork in her office.
Your office work is rather peaceful and pleasant, and you wouldn’t trade the peaceful days for anything else.
The aroma of rich vanilla and chocolate fills the air as Ganyu brings in a cake with bright and colourful decorations, placing it in front of you. Ivory white and royal blue glazing on the cake resembles that of porcelain and marble, adorned with flower patterns on the sides like a vase.
“It smells amazing, right? I baked it myself! Xiao helped out by putting sprinkles and decorating it! Oh! The chocolate sign is a bit crooked, don’t mind that, he’s got shaking hands when he’s nervous.” She points at the ‘Congrats” message on the chocolate sign, giggling at the shaky writing.
Xiao mumbles under his breath, something along the lines of “I tried my best, hmph.”
But this is already better than anything you could ever hope for.
“Thanks, it looks and smells absolutely delicious, you too Xiao, the glazed lily pattern looks splendid.”
The first few months in Liyue were a little hard to adjust to. There’s no raging snowstorms, no pure elegant snow or the never melting ice.
It was such a contrast to Snezhnaya without the freezing weather.
that you almost forgot you were free from the shackles of debt collecting duties and investigations, when you found yourself heading to northland bank unwittingly.
Ningguang was a bit reluctant at first, considering the now not-so-cordial relationship with Snezhnaya due to the incident Childe caused. She almost considered rejecting your entry permit once she found out you were a recently dismissed fatui member.
Ganyu’s persistent assurance bordering on harassment and intense puppy eyes plea eventually caused her to surrender and permit your stay.
Things were a bit awkward at first. Seeing an unfamiliar face, the locals were giving you strange looks at first, gossiping on who the humble Zhongli had brought home, and how the deeply revered adepti seemed to favour you.
Nevertheless, they were just friendly people whose interest was piqued. Elderly and loved giving you homemade leftovers and freshly picked fruit from their garden, children pulled you around to play with them. It didn’t take long to break the ice and get along.
There were times when you weren’t quite sure on what to talk about with Zhongli. During these times, Zhongli would always tell you about the stories he’d heard of and known by heart.
Some which you had listened to in your childhood and brings you nostalgia, some which were foreign to you and refreshing to listen to.
Tales ranging from urban legends to tragedies of a loved one dying. You sat quietly, indulging in the fictional world Zhongli had presented to you.
You loved the times whenever he would ramble about the beloved tales of mankind. Occasionally, you would share about the ones you heard in Snezhnaya too.
Ones that the Tsarista would tell you long ago. Ones that the previous generations of harbingers would chat about in parties, ones that Childe and his siblings would urge you to read to them.
Zhongli would grin and prepare warm tea on these pleasant days, more glad than ever to hear you open up.
Sometimes, Xiao and Ganyu would join in as well.
Childe had not visited you ever since then, it makes you a bit lonely whenever you recall his promise of meeting you again.
He had only sent a short letter, asking how you’ve been and that he has something to hand over when he comes next time for diplomatic duties.
Perhaps you should write a response soon.
Ganyu carefully lit the candle placed on the cake, clapping rhythmically and nudging Xiao and Zhongli to follow.
“We’re really glad that you're here, right here at this moment celebrating with us.” Her sweet voice earns affirmative nods from the two men next to her. “I pray with all my heart that these peaceful times with all four of us present will continue to go on.”
“Most importantly, we hope that you will be happy here, my dear child. If you have any worries or times you feel down, we’ll always be there.”
“If anyone bothers you, just tell me.”
Xiao and Ganyu pinches either side of your cheeks, Zhongli gently ruffling your hair into a mess, earning muffled protests from you.
“We love you!”
You laugh heartily, the feeling of warmth bubbling up your chest like the autumn’s sun bestowing its grace onto you. A faint blush appears on your cheeks, overwhelmed by the affection your family is showering onto you.
“I love you all too.” You say with the widest grin your lips can form.
They look at you eagerly, waiting for the candle to be blown out.
The golden flame diminishes with a soft blow,
“Make a wish, it’s a tradition between mortals.”
“Aiya… wishes are for birthdays… never mind. Let’s hope for our business to thrive!”
“I don’t believe that is a good thing to wish for, director.”
The pale fume lingers in the air, the hazy and ashy smell with a unique fragrance just like home rushes up your nostrils. A droplet of wax drips onto the cake, urging you to hurry.
It didn’t take long for you to ponder, for you already know what you want to wish for.
If it’s such a small wish, surely Celestia will be lenient and allow it.
I…
I want to stay.
In a place where you belong to and call home.
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the princess of the sea
-> royalty!au iida tenya x fem!reader
this is the literal bane of my existence. here you go, part 1 of my iida royalty au fic. very loosely inspired by raya and the last dragon and genshin impact, but you can barely tell.
IF THE KEEP READING THINGIE DOESNT WORK PLS TELL ME!! ++ there is a paragraph that gets repeated. im sorry, but every time i fix it, it happens somewhere else. idk what to do at this point. sobbing.
warnings: language. also its long and ends on a cliff hanger oops
word count: 4.8k words
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the sound of your heels hitting the shiny floors bounced off of the walls nonstop as you ran. you were a princess, one that was late to the ball being held to celebrate the alliance of four nations that had fought against one another for over a century. as you round the corner towards the banquet hall’s doors, you make eye contact with a tall, blue haired, handsome man- and then fall flat on your face.
it wasn’t often countries came together to make amends after hundreds of years of wars, attacks, and disagreements- yet here you are, making a fool of yourself in front of the prince of lupusvine, the northernmost nation. you rush to pick yourself up, muttering a quick “damn it, y/n,” whilst fluffing your dress back up to its once cloud-like form.
“are you alright? it’s y/n, no?” the man you had seen before now much closer, offering his hand out to greet you.
“are you alright? it’s y/n, no?” the man you had seen before now much closer, offering his hand out to greet you.
quick history lesson- the planet was named xenos centuries ago, by four gods. what their names were is hard to decipher; by the time humans were capable of writing and recording history, the gods had many names. there were more countries on the planet, but the most important (to you) were the four nations that were named and ruled by the four main gods, all sharing borders. ruritania, ruled by the goddess of nature, has the perfect climate for farming, raising livestock, and taking trips from the other nations. it was considered a utopia for those who liked peaceful, cottage living.
lupusvine, ruled by the god of wind, was cold. the citizens tend to be either extremely wealthy, or dead, really, as being homeless in the brutal cold would be a slow and painful death. they tend to be strict and uptight, and worship their god’s every word. ambrosia, ruled by the god of fire, on the other hand, was scorching hot most of the time. it was mostly desert, and ambrosians tend to be strong, rough, aggressive towards outsiders, yet loving towards their families.
lastly, oceania, ruled by the goddess of water. oceania, being the nation you were soon to rule, was perfect, like ruritania, hot in the summers and cold in the winters, but not unbearably so. it was the wealthiest nation, not because the rich keep getting richer, but because the nation helps and nurtures those who are struggling. it was seen as a sort of idyllic place, and because of that, the other countries often envied oceania.
one last, probably important bit, before you remember the prince of lupusvine is waiting for you to give him your hand- hybrids are common in xenos. which is why, as you stare at the prince, flustered, you barely notice the wolf ears on his head.
“it…it is y/n, correct?” he hesitates.
“oh, yes! i'm very sorry!” you put your hand in his, greeting him. “you must be tenya, prince of lupusvine!” you attempt to compose yourself while the wolf man before you reaches up to adjust your small crown as he breathes out a soft “yes.”
you blush due to how close he is and he apologizes. “sorry, but i'm sure that with the rush you were in, you wouldn’t have had the time to notice your crown was barely hanging onto your head for dear life.” he chuckles and as your eyes meet once again you freeze- you never knew why people were so wrapped up in rumors and gossip, but you had heard one a while back… that the prince of lupisvine’s eyes were as cold as ice, like the land he came from.
while whispers of his frightening gaze and sharp features may be based in truth, his eyes soaking in yours made you feel as if you were melting- the warm, relaxing smile he had contrasting his straight posture and tense shoulders.
“if you’d like, we could enter the ball together” his voice pulled you out of your trance, and as he awaited your answer you thought of all of the consequences entering together would have. your mother and sister’s worry turning into squealing, eager to have you marry the poor man was one. your father upset that you had never mentioned someone was courting you (which the prince was not doing) while he was searching for suitors was another consequence.
oh, and most importantly of all- what you two walking in together, arms linked, would do to the political state of the four nations. you were the precious princess of the sea! you were oceania’s lovely, pure heir to the throne; if anyone were to lay a hand on you they’d be dead before they could take another breath! little did they know that you had a tendency to be anything but elegant, with a foul mouth and two left feet.
and prince of lupusvine- well he… he was perfect. a respectable gentleman who gives his all to his nation, who works to make their nation a better place. the other three countries may whisper and mock; thinking him a serious, scary soon-to-be king with a devotion to law and order, but he was a far more gentle and loving prince than that. everyone in lupusvine was aware of the truth, and you, placing your hand on his arm, now also knew the truth.
“yes, i would, in fact, like that very much.” you flash him your charming smile that everyone in oceania was in love with and enter the hall together.
the consequences you had thought up in your mind paled in comparison to the reactions of everyone as you two enter. shocked expressions, gasps, and even what sounded like a glass shattering filled the room as you make your entrance and walk down the stairs. hushed tones greet you at the bottom, and as you and tenya part ways, you are greeted by the royal family of oceania- your mother, father, and sister.
“you do realize what that looks like, right?” your sister, isla, barked at you. she had a knack for showing her care and love in the worst ways possible, but you knew her words weren’t meant to instigate some sort of argument.
“no, i don't, actually.” you shrug, before your father gently grabs you by the arms
“the prince of lupusvine is no husband for my daughter, i will not allow it until i know more about that boy and what he might be scheming”
“scheming? oh for the love of our goddess, dad, i'm not going to marry him! we simply entered together” you shake his hands off of you.
your mother cut in with a huff, worsening your family’s freak out. “with how late the both of you were it looked like some sort of… surprise marriage announcement!” often, when your mother becomes flustered, or worried, her extensive, fancy vocabulary is thrown out the window.
“its like you were telling all of xenos ‘hey, look at me put my hand on this big strong rich prince oh also remember how we’re both looking for other royal families to marry into, mostly for political reasons?’” your sister rambles on, mocking your manner of speaking.
“oh, whatever, it’s not really like it matters. the four nations are allies now anyways, what’s the issue, even if i were to be seeing him?” all three of your overprotective family members scoff and walk away, clearly getting the message that their worries wont get through to you. spotting the prince again, you make your way over to him before frantically attempting to walk away as the crowd parts for you only to reveal his very serious and scary family having a discussion with him. instead of walking away towards your sister, you turn and smash face first into- actually, you don’t even realize you just walked into the prince of ambrosia, todoroki shoto, until you look up at him.
“oh my goddess, i'm so sorry” you bow at him deeply, and his father tells you not to worry about it as they continue walking towards the royal family of lupusvine. while the four nations all had their issues with each other, lupusvine and ambrosia have made deals with one another before, and oceania and ruritania were on decent terms. as king enji spoke with the king of lupusvine, shoto gave you a quick wave, before standing next to tenya rather than his father.
you’ve already just about had enough with the party when you decide it’s better for everyone if you were to just leave. you leave the ball and head to lucerne’s garden, a small garden and pond built right into the center of the castle, named after a dragon (which have all since vanished from xenos) the goddess kept as a companion. sitting at the edge of the pond, you’re lost in thought as a hand touches your shoulder.
“it’s nice to see you again, princess.” tenya’s voice just barely over a whisper as he sits next to you.
“no, you’ll get your suit dirty-” you start, before he shakes his head.
“perhaps, but the servants in your castle seem to be extraordinary at their job- i don't think i saw even a drop of water on the ground as i sat down.” he laughs, continuing to look around at the spotless scenery, none of the plants having even a speck of brown, and not one part of the ground dusty or dirty.
“well well well, and here i thought mr. prince of lupusvine was supposed to be a stickler for rules! i’d expect a ‘no sitting on the ground with your gown on!’ from you.” you smirk, messing with decorations sewn onto your dress.
“I may be a little uptight, but i don’t quite think there's a rule for sitting on the ground with a dress on..” you laugh as he trails off in thought. “is that lucerne? companion of kirai?” he asks, pointing at the statue of a dragon looming over the pond.
citizens of lupusvine tend to refer to the goddess of water as “kirai”, due to their god calling her that every time he mentioned her, as recorded on slabs from ancient times. that, along with other reasons, is why many researchers and history professors believe that the goddess of water and the god of wind were in a romantic relationship, whether permanently or just for a certain period of time. you nod and face him as he continues “i wish dragons still existed. i learned, when i was younger, that dragons went extinct due to humans.”
your eyes widen, flickering towards the statue of lucerne. “because of us?”
“yes.” he whispers, before the two of you fall into comfortable silence. soon, footsteps can be heard behind the two of you. turning around to see who is coming, you see todoroki shoto, prince of ambrosia, as well as the princess of ruritania, uraraka ochako.
“thank goodness we saw you out here! our parents are so professional and uptight at these things, it's almost suffocating.” ochako gasps the fresh air in, sitting next to you as shoto sits at a nearby bench.
“i dont get why they hate each other so much.” shoto muttered under his breath and everyone let out sighs and nods. while all of you knew the history behind the nations’ feuds and didn’t quite know each other, you four could easily bond over your general disdain for the grudges your families had towards each other.
suddenly, you picked yourself up from the ground and stared at the other three determinedly. “we should find out what happened to lucerne and the dragons! it would be so fu-”
“we already know what happened to the dragons.” shoto cuts you off
“well then what is it?” you huff, annoyed that you were cut off.
as shoto shrugged, tenya started telling the story. “the four gods gave a box each to the inhabitants of xenos and told them to not open them, even if they’re curious about what’s inside.”
“oh no, they opened the boxes” you gasp, shaking your head.
“yes, they opened the boxes. the first three boxes they opened had beautiful things we couldn't even begin to imagine the world without, so, without thinking, they opened the last box. a puff of smoke came out the box upon opening it, and then every dragon on xenos turned to stone. there’s no cure, no answers, no reason as to why the gods would do that, especially when the dragons were so loved by the humans and gods alike.”
“how cliche” shoto sighs.
“do you think the dragons can hear us?” ochako gets up, trying to get closer to touch lucerne. “lucerne, do you think i should marry izuku midoriya, from ylvern, or bakugo katsuki from angria?”
todoroki scoffs, and you note the jealous glint in his eyes. “lucerne’s not gonna come back to life to answer which royal family you should marry into” he gets up, ready to head back inside.
“speaking of marriage…. tenya, y/n, what was that entrance~?” ochako skips back to your side, crouching down.
“nothing, we just met before walking inside and decided to enter together; it's simply none of your concern” you ramble on, refusing to face either tenya or ochako, opting to stare at a lily pad floating on the water.
“oh really?” ochako squints, before getting up. “if you say so, y/n”
“yes i do say so” you nod violently, ochako humming as she walks towards shoto to walk back inside together. exchanging quiet ‘see you later’s, they leave you and tenya alone again.
“would it really be a bad idea for us to get married?” his words making you choke on air. “not like that! it was just a question!!” he flails his arms around, the two of you so very flustered.
you both collect yourself and you think for a bit before answering “i think our parents are probably just suspicious of each other, still. i mean if you think about it, you could say we’re already fated to be” you half joke, expecting more arm flailing, only to receive a hum.
“ah, you mean the theory that kirai and the god of wind were lovers?” he tilts his head.
“some even say they were married, not just lovers, tenya. what, are you suggesting we be lovers?” you joke.
another round of arm flailing passes as you laugh, before he clarifies “you know what i meant, don't act a fool. i personally believe it too, there’s plenty of evidence for it.”
you nod, agreeing with him “that, and because citizens of oceania often think i look like our goddess, and your citizens say your personality matches your god. wouldn’t you say we’re- a- match?” with each pause in between your last words you get just a bit closer before pulling away, laughing once more at his flailing arms and beet red cheeks, finding your new favorite hobby.
one last moment of silence passes as you both stare at the clock in the garden, waiting until it hit 10 to join the others back inside for a speech from the nations’ kings and queens. you stole peeks at his face, your eyes quick to flicker elsewhere when they make contact with his. a minute before it was time for the speeches you two got up and walked together, checking each other for any specks of dirt (there weren’t any, head maid marina would never allow such a thing).
you stop right before the doors, facing him with a smile on your face. “after you, mr. prince, we can't go in together after the entrance we made before.” you motion towards the door and he steps closer to you, waiting. “wha- oh” you realize what he was waiting for and nod, expecting a kiss on the cheek. what he really did, was give you a light peck on the lips, before turning away and returning to the ball.
“your majesty, if i may, i don't believe that’s an appropriate way to say goodbye to someone.” head maid marina places a hand on her hip, a clipboard tucked in between her arm and the side of her waist. she tapped her foot expectantly, brows raised as you stutter, attempting to find the right words.
“please dont tell my mom!!” you blurt, and run into the banquet hall.
“you kissed prince tenya!?” the servants in the dining room all come to a halt, turning to your family, that was supposed to be having dinner.
“ugh maid marina told you!” you put your face into your hands as your sister stifles a laugh and shrinks in her chair.
your father looks like he might explode as he yells “you WHAT?”
“to be fair!! he kissed meee~” you gushed at the thought.
“how is that supposed to make me feel at ease?!” your father stands up.
“dad sit down and eat your unseasoned roasted potatoes-” you pause to raise your voice loud enough for those in the kitchen to hear, “if head maid marina wasn’t busy gossiping about my love life maybe the potatoes would’ve come out properly seasoned!” your words earned you a light whack with a handful of napkins from said maid. “and what if i choose to marry tenya? i assure you he is up to nothing but good.”
your father shook his head. “how can i be sure of that, darling?”
“cause i really like him!! pleaaaaaaase?” you beg, putting your hands together as you give him your best puppy dog eyes. your father was visibly crushed by your strategy before he straightened up and cleared his throat.
“well, if you insist, i suppose i could send the iida family an invitation to a dinner, where we can discuss this matter more in detail.”
“this is becoming more and more like an arranged marriage by the second-” you whine.
the following days were rather uneventful; helping out maid marina as an apology for offending her potatoes, polishing the statue of lucerne (which you’ve found out is essentially lucerne’s corpse) for maid veronica since you let ochako get close to it, and reading up more on xenos’ history. eventually, the day to have dinner with the iida family came and you dreaded it, as your mother told maid marina to find and dress you in a ‘lovely, light blue dress with intricate detailing’ days beforehand.
“and just why do you like prince tenya, of all princes? why not prince shoto?” with every ‘why’ that left marina’s mouth, she pulled on your corset, tightening it.
“for the love of our holy goddess please maid marina please show me mercy” you plead.
“i did show you mercy, when i made extra of your favorite side dish because the main dish of this evening is the royal jade carp, which i know you hate with every fiber of your being” you whine at her rebuttal (and another tug at the corset) before she finally ties it off at the end.
“done. let maid veronica finish getting you ready while i finish the preparations. your future husband should be here soon.” she smooths out her uniform before leaving the room.
“this feels like an arranged marriage, y/n.” veronica sighs, readjusting your hair.
“it wasn’t supposed to be” you groan and attempt to slouch, the corset compressing your insides not allowing you to.
“well, you both seem to like each other, so at least you’ll be marrying someone you might actually grow to love” veronica shrugged, tying a bow on your dress.
“you know, you’re right, vero! it isn’t all that bad, considering some people don't have that luxury.” you smile at your new found confidence.
“oh goddess, like that poor queen of ambrosia. i heard her marriage to king enji turned sour such a long time ago yet they stayed together for political reasons, you know?”
you gasped at veronica’s words “is veronica gossiping on the job?”
veronica smacks her lips annoyed. “its small talk, young lady, not gossiping.”
you quickly made your way down the stairs and towards the dining hall before tenya and his family arrived. your sister, isla, stood at the doors, surprised to see you so dressed up. “this is a dinner to possibly discuss a marriage, not the wedding day itself” she chuckles, leading you to your seat and sitting down in front of you. “i, myself have found someone to talk to as well.”
“oh really?” you raise your eyebrows, amused.
she nods, smiling “a prince named mirio to-” the doors open and the two of you stand up to greet the iida family, led to the dining room by your parents.
“its nice to see you again” tenya greeted you with a kiss to your hand as the rest of your families mingled. you all ate, discussed feelings over the nations becoming allies and you and tenya’s plans for the future.
“wanna see something?” you grab tenya’s hand after the dinner ended, the rest of your family deciding to continue to chat away as you showed tenya around the castle.
you lead him to your room, and as he starts to stutter, telling you “perhaps this step can wait? a bit?” you shake your head.
“that’s not why i’m bringing you in here, but i like the way you’re thinkin” you tease, before stopping in front of a tank.
“is that an axolotl?” tenya gasps, his free hand gently pressing against the glass.
“yes, that’s pudding.” you nod, before leading him over to another tank. “and this is noodle, she’s an oceanian black kingsnake.”
“you like snakes?” he questioned you.
“not really, but when i found her in lucerne’s garden she was in pretty bad condition. she took a liking to me so i just toughed it out and took her in.” you shrug, before leading him to your bed.
once again objecting to any dirty things you’d try to do to him, you stop him. “first of all, i wouldn't do anything you aren't comfortable with, and second, that's not why i brought you here, okay? now this little man right here is nugget!” you lift one of the many blankets on your bed to reveal a tiny, black poodle with long legs. “and thiiiiis,” you move to another side of your bed “is pepper!” a white cat’s face peeks out of the blankets it's piled under, reaching a paw out to greet the prince before returning to its sleep hole.
“i didn't expect you to be such an animal lover.” he says on your walk back to the dining hall.
“it isn’t really that i'm an animal lover, the axolotl was a gift from an organization that keeps endangered animals safe after i made a large donation. the other three were strays that the maids found in lucerne’s garden. something about the lucerne draws animals to her.” you shrug, pondering what might be the reason animals were often found in the garden. Something that you had noticed before but never fully paid attention to was the way tenya’s tail wagged when you two were alone. during both the ball and dinner his tail was stiff and straight, as if he was making an active effort to not draw attention to it. it was nice to know that he didn’t care much about little things like that alone with you.
it was still a bit frustrating how quickly your families wanted you two to get to know each other and get married. while dating for civilians can last many years before even mentioning marriage, sometimes royals have all their wedding preparations read before their first meeting.
“at least we enjoy each others’ presence.” tenya’s words cut through your cluttered mind.
“what?” you blurt, and he laughs softly.
“at least we like each other, you know? we could’ve been forced to marry snooty, arrogant people. instead we get to be somewhat forcefully married to each other.”
“it’s almost like you can read my mind” you suggest jokingly, before leading him to sit down for more quiet time together. “it sucks that we’re being rushed into things, but we can go at our own pace, even if we may be wife and husband while we’re still just going on our first few dates.” he nods at your words with a smile, sighing before getting up, with his hand in yours, to head back inside the dining room.
“you’re getting married to the prince of angria? oh poor thing” various princesses reacted to ochako’s words, wishing her luck on her marriage to bakugo katsuki, another prince.
“it's not all that bad!” she reasoned with them, only for them to disagree.
“not all that bad? the boy’s got anger issues and will probably be a terrible ruler! oh sweet girl he’s going to ruin you, and not in the good way.” some random princess teases. you were currently at a tea party being held in ruritania, by the princess, ochako. you noticed the way her shoulders lowered at their words, each time they insulted him only making her more upset.
“you never know, perhaps he’s actually nice if you get to know him. besides, it isn't our place to judge, seeing as most of us have rather terrible fiancées as well.” you comment, drinking your tea. you notice the smile growing on ochako’s face, a small, silent thank you for sticking up for her.
“of course you’d know about terrible fiancées, soon-to-be mrs. tenya iida” the fiancée of prince sero (oh, poor poor sero) laughs out.
“and i'm sure prince sero knows a lot about terrible fiancées as well.” you insult back.
“did you see the face she made after you said that?!” ochako giggled as you two were walking to her room. the tea party finished rather quickly after your response to princess ophelia’s insult had her running out in rage.
“that’s what she gets. i mean come on, she’s one to talk about me having a terrible fiancée when she is a terrible fiancée” you shrug, the grin on your face slowly forming as you hold in a laugh. “i can’t believe you and bakugo are getting married though! i thought that your parents would surely choose midoriya of ylvern!”
“well, ylvern’s nice n all, and i'm sure midoriya’s absolutely wonderful-” there was the tiniest bit of yearning in her voice when speaking of the prince. “-but angria has more resources. its a better choice in almost every aspect except for the fact that it’s bakugo katsuki that i'm marrying.” she realized what she said and shook her head quickly “no, i'm going to be optimistic! i know everything will turn out fine, and my marriage to him will end up being a better idea.”
“you sound like you’re trying to convince yourself, ‘chako.” you sit on her bed and watch as her cheeks grow redder and redder
“no! i’m! not! don’t do that y/n!” she pouts “i was one hundred percent supportive when you announced you’d marry tenya!”
“and i'm thankful for that-” you raise your hands up in your defense.
“so don't tease me about my marriage!” you laugh, patting her shoulder
“okay, okay, relax!” huffing, you and ochako continue to talk the night away; about marriage, wedding preparations, and anything else you two could think of.
as the days go by, you see more of tenya, each time falling in love with him more and more. you also see ochako more, meeting her fiancée bakugo, and more of todoroki, who’s been spending much of his time rejecting princesses and enjoying the presence of the prince of ylvern, midoriya. one of the worst days was the day your mothers dress was modified to your size and changed to be more modern, head maid marina threatening to poke you as she sewed if you didn't stop slouching. the worst day, however, was the day maid veronica, maid marina, and maid yalani sat with you and talked about what would happen on your wedding night (goddess have mercy on your soul, they thought you didn’t know a thing about sex).
but, as preparations went on, and as you spent time with tenya, you couldn’t be happier. he caught you whenever you fell, which happened many times while learning dances, and he laughed with you whenever everyone else found you unladylike, like when you spit out food while trying to figure out what would be served to the guests, not realizing what you had tasted was made with your least favorite food, royal jade carp. he was traditional, strict, yet had a soft side to him that took you step by step through everything, never failing to whisper compliments in your ear or reassure you that you’re doing great.
everything was perfect, every effort made filled with love and pure intentions, every moment nothing less than a beautiful experience, until the night before the wedding, when everything took a sharp turn for the worst.
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Hello! Hopefully, that health issue of yours is not something serious and it will pass soon ♥️
So, I do have a question, and actually, I had a few of them but I narrowed them down to just two! It's one more writing-related and one more personal (if it's okay with you, of course)! 😁
So, the writing related: what do you find the most difficult in the process of creating the story? I mean from the moment that the idea clicks in your head, to the moment of publishing it/posting the final chapter. What is the most difficult thing in the whole process?
And second, what hobbies/passions (besides writing wonderful works) do you have on a daily basis? I remember that you play games sometimes and collect notebooks (is it weird that I remember those things? I hope not >.< I tend to remember little too many details like those about people that I like >.< Uuuuugh... It really sounds weird... T-T) ^^'
Love ya & take care!
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Hey there! :D
Yeah, it's not something serious and fingers crossed, it will pass soon >-< It's just annoying tbh.
Oh my! I mean, just throw all your questions at me, I certainly don't mind! It will only take me a bit because I want to give every ask enough attention ^^
The most difficult thing in writing... I would say, for me it's "how to get from Point A to point B, C, D... and to Point Z". How to connect the different stations in the fic. In most cases, that would be:
How do the characters fall in love with each other realistically?
As I say time and time again, I want to at least try to write realistic ways of falling in love. It won't work out every time, especially when there are fantasy-themes involved (aka for example Hanahaki or let's say, supernatural forces). Anyway, from the point of meeting (which sometimes falls away when the parties involved know each other already) up until the point they confess/come clean and sometimes even longer, there are steps making the two characters falling in love with each other. Again, realistically.
Let's face it, most, if not all characters I write for are in some kind emotionally stunted. I don't claim that the way I write them is the ultimate true way to write them, but I just think their problems make the characters more approachable/relatable. At the same time, these problems need to be taken into account when approaching the different steps of the characters getting to know each other.
For example, if Character A is into listening to people ramble about things they like, and Character B was traumatized by smth in their past and doesn't share their passions anymore. You sure as hell can bet I need to include some scenes about
a) A either asking or noticing that B never talks about their passions with them
b) B admiting they don't like to share their passions
c) A trying to make them comfortable enough that they do
d) B either confessing what happened that they don't share their passions any longer with other people OR sharing testingly some passions with A
...
and so on. You can see that alone this simple example can branch out infinitely, as I didn't touch upon on all the possibilities for angst or fluff or anything in between which could happen. And how to realistically get to those different stations, so that it feels natural, filling the gaps in between, I think that is the hardest for me to do.
Wow. That was long winded ^^'' Sorry for that one.
And my hobbies apart from writing? I knit a little bit when I have the time. Just some simple stuff, for example a scarf for a two different friends, and right now I'm working at a blanket for myself ^^
Also, playing games is indeed one of my other hobbies. Predominantly, that would be Overwatch (and let's face it, the community is dead until OW 2 comes out, or another major huge update), Elder Scrolls: Skyrim, Genshin Impact (yes, I went down that route finally. No, I won't explain myself), Animal Crossing for the Switch, all Pokemon games over the years, and some Zelda sprinkled in between ^^ It's incredibly that you remembered that! <3
And yessss, notebooks >-< sigh, my passion. I have to restrain myself to go into any stores with office supplies, okay? The temptations are everywhere.
Also, I bought two plants some weeks ago! One is an Aloe Vera and the other an Echeviera, both succulents. I hope I can keep them alive and thriving, bought them special earth and everything.
And even though I can't do it that much at the moment to lack of tools, I love to bake! The sweet sweet temptation of sugar >-< Cakes or cookies, just... urgh. I love to have some hard rock playing when I bake, as well? Which is more of a weird little quirk than anything xD
GOsh, this answer grew longer than expected! Thank you so much for sending in this ask, it was lots of fun to answer! :D
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