It rare, the kind of silence that fell over the Winery when Kaeya stopped by—rare, because it wasn’t filled with the usual tension, the bitter edge of old wounds. No, this kind of silence was stretched thin, balanced delicately between you and the two men who made it feel like you were babysitting two full-grown storms.

You were the only reason this worked. The only reason Kaeya could show up unannounced, smirking like he owned the place, and Diluc wouldn’t throw him out.

Well… wouldn’t throw him out immediately.

Kaeya always came bearing gifts. A bottle of rare Liyuen wine, “for the lady of the house,” he’d purr. Or a coat he swore he found accidentally while traveling. “Looked better in my hands, but I guess you’ll do.” A silver pendant. Some glittering stone. “Too pretty for my taste. Suits you.”

Diluc would scowl from across the room. “He’s spoiling you.”

But then you’d flash Kaeya a genuine smile and say, “Thank you, really, I love it.” And right there—just there—Diluc’s mouth would soften, the corners twitching like they wanted to betray him.

He didn’t like it. He’d never say he liked it. But seeing you happy—even if it was because of Kaeya—was worth the grumbling.

Kaeya, of course, never missed a chance to tease. “Are you sure you’re happy with him?” he’d ask with that mischievous sparkle in his eye. “I’ve got better fashion sense. More charm. Maybe a better jawline, too.”

Diluc was immediate. His arm would slide around your waist with quiet intensity, pulling you into his side, his voice sharp and low.

“Enough.”

Kaeya? Unbothered. Chuckling. “I’m just making conversation,” he’d say with a shrug, “no need to set the Winery on fire over it.”

You'd sigh, amused and fond. Honestly, they were impossible. But you wouldn’t change it.

Because beneath all the rivalry, there was something steady there. A quiet trust. Kaeya’s constant gifts and visits weren’t just about teasing—he cared. In his own way, he always made sure you were safe, smiling, spoiled.

Not that you were lacking.

Diluc Ragnvindr had already made a quiet art out of giving you everything. Luxury, warmth, love. A life where you didn’t need to ask—he always knew. His eyes, his touch, his presence… he gave without limit.

So yes, between a husband who spoiled you rotten and a brother-in-law who pretended not to care while doing the exact same thing?

You were very well protected.

And very, very loved.