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he misses those afternoon tea time dates with you [wriothesley x reader]

summary: wrio misses you a lot

genre: angst, no comfort (no prns)

a/n: holy shit i'm in love with this man. time to write an angsty fanfic about him

three thirty used to be wriothesley’s favourite time of the day.

he remembers when the clock in his office signalled that time, he would clean up his desk, boil up fresh water in his teapot, and head over to his shelves when he kept his (well above-average than the normal person’s) collection of tea, wondering one question:

what tea would you prefer today? would you want the same as yesterday? would you want something sweeter? or on the bitter side? herbal taste maybe? he was all the more eager to take suggestions for different blends you wanted to try. did café lucerne have a new tea you’d liked? he’d make his way down (or well, up in this case) to the court of fontaine and ask arouet about the new blend he added to the menu. the rainbow roses you came across were some of the best smelling ones you’ve ever smelt? surely they would make a perfect tea blend (unless you wanted the flowers yourself - he’d have no problem getting them for you) or how you had mentioned you had gotten a book all about inazuman culture and one of the sections mentioned a blend in a teahouse located in inazuma city that you thought sounded good. okay, that was a bit harder to obtain, but he was determined to get his hands on a box of that tea you wanted, so much so that he ended up making a request to send a box over from inazuma, along with a very hefty price to compensate for the delivery.

(wriothesley never minded what you picked. after all, your day-to-day afternoon tea sessions made the tea he drank taste so much better - and gave him a push that made working through his copious amounts of paperwork a lot more bearable.)

and then - like it was before - five minutes later, when he was still pondering the tea choice, you would give your signature knock on his office door. knock… wait 3 seconds, knock, knock, knock. letting out a soft chuckle, ‘come in’ he would say. hearing the door open and footsteps making their way up the stairs with a rustling of a bag that - if he had to make a guess - had a batch of conch madeleines you brought to enjoy with the tea. 

(he recalls the few times you have brought some foreign treats from merchandents that were from different nations who had been touring around fontaine. from mondstadt you had brought tea-break pancakes and well… he couldn’t lie to you, they really did not taste any different from the ones he had before. but hey, it’s not like pancakes were incorporated into his daily diet, might as well enjoy them as a one-off treat.

and in his opinion, the charcoal-baked ajilenakh cake that you got from that sumeru merchant was actually pretty good and he did not understand what the iudex was talking about when he had heard him express his distaste towards the pastry.

the sakura shrimp crackers however were… quite the odd choice. not that they tasted bad or anything, but combining the salty snack with the chamomile tea you both had that day made for a… unique flavour. 

‘hm, interesting combo you wanted to try out.’

‘shit, i should’ve of gotten the tricoloured dango instead…’

but his favourite of the goodies you brought to him had to have been the ones you've baked yourself and archons, he wished he had the chance to taste them again.)

‘you know you don’t gotta knock. i know it’s you.’

‘oh yeah? well what if one day i stop knocking on the door? how will you know when i’m coming to visit?’

oh, he wishes that you haven’t said that. maybe it was foreshadowing this current situation. he’ll never know. it’s not like he’ll get the chance to ever ask you again. 

he misses those afternoons spent together. he misses hearing about your day. he misses your voice. he misses your face. he misses you.

(and while arout couldn’t give him the entire recipe to the new addition to his menu, he atleast gave the duke some pointers on how to make the tea have a similar taste to his new addition.

the petals of the rainbow rose made the tea pink, with slight yellow and blue flecks swirling around inside the water. the fragrance had been just as lovely as you described.

that tea blend from inazuma? it’s left unopened, hidden in the very back of his tea collection.  he can’t bring himself to try it all alone.)

the clock in his office no longer signals three thirty. there are no more knocks on his door five minutes after the alarm sets off. he no longer has to boil a fresh batch of water and think about what you would like to drink today.

you’re gone. you’re not coming back. and wriothesley sits alone in his office wondering about what tea blend you would of wanted to try with him today.