SEBBY LOVER

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FUCKING KING, HIS GRACE, THE DUKE OF THE FORTRESS MEROPIDE:

Happy Thanksgiving People!! Apparently this day is also Wriothesley’s birthday, so I threw this together rather quickly

I’m also thankful for the support I receive for my blog ❤️ so thank you 😊

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“If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume you were some sort of idol.” You spoke with amazement at the stacks of gifts rested neatly in Wriothesley’s office.

There was a mixture of large wrapped boxes, some topped with bows, to smaller ones that seem to hold either small cakes or trinkets. There were even some covered in stickers.

Wriothesley only chuckled at your response to witnessing actually how many gifts graze his office each year his birthday comes around.

“You’re free to open them all up if you’d like.” He told you earlier, currently enjoying your raging curiosity as you cautiously unraveled each one you got your hands on, showcasing each to him.

As time went on, you had made piles of similar gifts to make for easier access and organization. Wriothesley began to examine each one individually as you continued to unfastened the ribbons tying multiple gifts together, placing them in their corresponding area.

“Good thing you took the day off.” You speak. “A lot of tea varieties.” You smile as you examine a box of pomegranate infused green tea.

“Funny.” You say. “Found my favorite in here.” Whether you were referring to the pomegranate infused, or another kind of tea, he was watching closely.

You stacked decorative cakes on his desk, and other variation of gifts (whether it be clothes or household items) next to his lounge chair, right beside the high stack of tea boxes.

“Here.” You said to him, handing him a small, colorful, pastel box. “This one is from Sigewinne.”

He took it from you, examined it, then proceeded to placing it on his desk.

“I’ll thank her when I see her. Well then, shall we get going?” He asks you, referring to a conversation you both had earlier, about your gift being above the surface of the Fortress of Meropide.

You grabbed a tea box, one of your favorites, and one of his, and began to walk down the steps. Having no hesitation, he walked down those steps, right behind you.

You led him to a secluded area in Fontaine, surrounded by low rising grass, right next to the nation’s ravishing sea.

Wriothesley’s face turned into a shocked expression once he laid eyes on what awaited him. This expression however, resulted in the slow fading of your smile.

“Oh no you don’t like it.” You said in a slight panic. “Ok, in my defense I honestly tried to mimic the flavor of your ribs, but I doubt I could get it right, then I tried to-“

You had begun to ramble in your terrified manner, worried that you had disappointed him. He disrupts your spiral of fear as he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m not mad or disappointed, I’m just really surprised that you went through all this trouble, you really didn’t have to.” His face turned into a winsome smile. “I haven’t even eaten anything yet and I can tell I already love it.”

He places a quick kiss to your lips, and walks towards your setup, leaving you slightly dazed from the gesture. Once you sat beside him, Wriothesley placed his coat around you.

“You have to be cold.” He states as he picked up the first item he can reach. “Did you make this?” He asks as he takes a fork at a slice of cake.

“Yeah.” You said, awkwardly as you turn your head to see him smiling as he devoured that slice.

“It’s sweet.” He says. “Really good.”

“Think so?” You ask him with a smile plastered onto your face.

He nods, bringing a piece to your lips with his fork.

“I don’t think I’ll be eating those other ones in my office.” He claims joyfully as you brought your lips to his fork.

“That good huh?” You spoke as you covered your full mouth.

You could feel a warm rush of blood going to your face, whether or not your skin color could showcase it, he knew that look, he knew you were flushed.

“Yes.” He responds. “Best I’ve ever had.”

You thanked him for his kind compliment, although they didn’t stop at cake. Wriothesley commented everything he ate, even the drink you made.

“You even nailed the ribs.”

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Bro fr about to be my favorite ❤️ (sorry Lyney and Scara)

He is beautiful and powerful! I simply love him and Wriothesley!

author's note: it's been a while! is everyone doing well or are you broken from 4.2 like i am? </3

the sound of a little girl's giggle filled the air, making the corner of wriothesley's lips twitch. from where his head was lying on your laps, he could feel your daughter's little fingers brushing the skin on his face sneakily, followed by the feel of something familiarly sticky, but he kept his eyes close, continued to let your daughter to believe that her father was still deeply asleep. you paid them no mind as you focused on the book you're reading, fingers massaging his scalp out of habit.

"mommy, look!", your daughter called with a hushed tone, a very proud smile adorning her face. you shifted your sight from the pages to the direction she's pointing to and stifled a laughter. that piqued wriothesley's interest. what kind of artwork had your daughter created on the canvas of his face this time. "good girl", your hand moved from massaging his scalp to pat her dark-coloured hair, before caressing your husband's sticker littered face, "this is quite magnificent. i'm sure he'll love it. why don't you go and take the kamera so we can show it to him later, love?".

you daughter beamed and rushed away to carry our your instruction. without her presence in the room, wriothesley was free to put down his facade, "enjoying yourself?". you giggled, "i'm known you for some times, my dearest, yet i've never seen you quite as dashing as your are now". you leaned down to ghost a kiss on his lips. if it wasn't for your daughter's footsteps, your husband's pretence would have been discovered from his attempt to capture your lips.

"i got the kamera!". your eyes lighted up to mirror hers, "good job, sunflower. now, come and stand closer to your father". he heard the sound of the device clicking a few times. if your daughter was patient enough to look at the pictures one by one, she'd notice that her father's expression slowly changed from seemingly sleeping to positively smiling. alas, childish adrenaline filled her system, which meant that her artistic session wasn't over yet.

"would you like to add some too?", she offered you her sticker collection, and you basically sang your reply, "don't mind if i do". suddenly, wriothesley caught your wrist, while his other arm grabbed your daughter to cage her on his chest, "i think we've had enough for today, ladies". you daughter marvelled at his sudden movement, "daddy's awake!". you decided to play along, "uh oh! liars should be thrown to jail!". "jail!", she echoed and wriothesley burst into a fit of laughter along with you and her later. truly, you've had way too much fun for today.

sooooo new winter outfits huh 🤭

the aftermath:

Like nothing just happens *to* him. *He* is the one that does things.

(Also, spoilers obviously for his story and story quest)

It's interesting because if we compare him to Collei for example there's a stark difference in how they dealt with their situation - at least narratively. Collei escaped after things happened to her, Wriothesley found out what would happen to him - so he acted.

(and the important part here is that that is how it's presented to us narratively)

And even after he went to prison and spent his sentence he isn't *given* the title of warden, he *takes* it. And this just spans through his whole character. Wriothesley feels like he is always one step ahead and think it's because he is one of the few charcter in Genhsin that *acts*

Also extra points for the fact that he is building an arc?? If you know about Genshin's lore and the current theories you know why that is important - and it's cool because so many lore important charcter are that because of their circumstances; either their birth or something that happened to them (take Neuvillette or Childe for an example of either). Wriothesley though, he isn't important - he makes himself important