teaeodora

[teaeodora]

"IN THIS HOUSE, THE WIFE REIGNS SUPREME! "

a/n: am i back? or perhaps this is a mere illusion..

synopsis: when faced with their wife's wrath, even the mightiest men of the land are forced to comply.

contents: small anecdotes, maybe ooc diluc because once again I am bad at writing him??? implied!female, whipped men (why not?) loser coded cuties scared of their wifes, mentions of pregnancy (wriothesley), swearing (mild), fluff, i blanked out mid way writing this but it is what it is and i find it cute, self indulgent.

not proof read.

DILUC !

Master Diluc was always in control. After all he ran the biggest winery in the entirety of Tevyat. Ledgers, Budgets, Circulation of goods, transactions, loans — this man could do it all.

On paper, he was the perfect husband. He was secure in himself, didn't take anyone's incompetence and preferred a quiet life with you. What more can a man desire?

However, as the saying goes - nothing is perfect. So having Kaeya, his stepbrother's continuous coercion into drinking was the imperfect part of his life. It was ironic really, being the owner of a winery, he held a distaste for alcohol and preferred grape juice.

Yet today he sat in his own tavern, one glass down. How had he come to this? How did he magically end up with one whole glass of wine in his system, coursing through his veins? He had no recollection.

He half heartedly listened to Kaeya and Rosaria's conversation when his ears caught another conversation. Two customers talked about having "wife" troubles and how they regret marrying so suddenly.

It was almost as if his tongue had gained consciousness of its own and the word fell out of Diluc's mouth, "As a man, if you only love one woman and then married her immediately—"

"Master Diluc" Kaeya tried. TRIED to stop this man.*

"...then you're truly foolish," Diluc finished. The silence that came next was merely the calm before the storm.

"Is that so?" the voice spoke up from behind. If anyone held the world record of sobering up in a matter of seconds- it would be Diluc Ragvinder right now.

"So..are you clever..or foolish for loving and cherishing me?" You leaned in, eyes radiating the clear sign— one wrong move and the celebrated Dark Knight Hero would be straight into his grave.

Diluc blinked once, twice- before stammering out in a fit of panic "uh..uh yes..yes ofcourse, I am foolish," he quickly admitted.

That may have saved him for the couch tonight but Kaeya was certainly not going to let him live this down.

ALHAITHAM !

Alhaitham never hid the fact that he disliked being the Acting Grand Sage. The only positive part of the circumstance was that he had access to all the documents and he could analyse them all he wanted and leverage them to his favour in the future. If needed.

Thing was, now he had to oversee twice as many workers of the Akademiya and it was twice as grating at his nerves. He'd rather be rejecting applications into the Akademiya for his own amusement than be a leader. He was clear with he wanted — peace, quiet and stable income. Rest? He didn't care enough or purposefully tuned it out.

He was been a slight hardass to the employees, critiquing their work, pointing out alignment issues on documentation, muttering something on the lines of a 12 slab long relic being easier to decipher than this utterly mind numbimg report submitted by one of the freshers. He couldn't take it and reallocated the guy to some other department.

Now the others were worried of meeting the same fate. So desperate times called for desperate measures. You.

Alhaitham sat that day in his office, feeling uneasy. Why did it feel like something bad was going to happen?

Click. Click. Click.

Oh, he'd recognised that sound anywhere.

"I have heard that you are being a hard ass...to the employees..." you stood near his desk, foot tapping in a rhythmic motion, screaming "You better have a logical explanation"

Alhaitham gulped. Gulped. His adam's apple bobbing up and down in subtle apprehension. "Look, it is just that their work isn't upto the mark—"

"Then instruct them instead of firing people and causing terror."

Alhaitham was the Acting Grand Sage. He was the highest authority. He held dominance over every operation. However, domestic operations seemed to be the one field where he seemed to be rendered helpless at.

WRIOTHESLEY !

Fontaine, the land of mechas, tea parties, elegant dresses, and ofcourse downpours.

The bakery was warm, contrary to the cold weather outside, full of delightful scents of baked bread, steaming buns, delectable cookies and much more. The owner smiled to themselves, cleaning the top of glass display, content with what they had established.

The bell rang, signaling someone entering the bakery. Who in their right mind would come in this downpour? The owner took the appreance of the man soaked from head to toe, his black hair damp and a bit flattened, the overcoat hanging off his shoulders seemed heavy and dripped with water. His boots thudded against the floor as he approached the counter.

"...Your Grace!?" The owner sputtered at the sight of the Duke of the Meropide, a man who was as illusive as they came. "What brings you here?" The owner couldn't help but ask, seeing the man who braved the storm and was now in his store.

"I need your sweetest baked good. And please, stuff it with extra chocolate. Extra means extra. The Duke emphasied on the extra part.

"Yes but...if you don't mind me asking, why are you out here in such a weather?"

"Because my wife is craving something sweet. And that's an order as far as I know it," the Duke laughed, both from amusement and the fear of being murdered in cold blood by a woman 27 weeks into pregnancy.

"Oh."

"Oh indeed."

Wriothesley returned 30 minutes later, both proud and tired, "here love I got you the—"

You looked at him and sheepishly grinned "um i actually want your spicy BBQ ribs..."

...

Someone end him please.

NEUVILLETTE !

Neuvillette scribbled at the paperwork that piled up on his desk. Admistrative reforms, trade permits, policy amendment suggestions, court cases...

Tick tock tick tock

He glanced at the time. It was 8:30. He had strict orders to return home by 9. Non negotiable. After all his lovely wife said she would prep the best dinner date for the both of them and had been looking forward to it the entire week.

He couldn't help but smile the memory of her smile, her excited words as she explained her plans for the date, the different things she'd bake. It made his heart flutter. Neuvillette was a person unable to feel things — his position as the Chief Justice demanded that from him. Yet amidst all that, he enjoyed having a small space of comfort and familiarity he had created for himself. Just you and him. Nothing else.

Problem was—

8:35

"Monsieur Neuvillette, you've got these letters, some from the nobles, few from the common public." Sedene, the melusine receptionist reported, placing the heap of letters on his table.

8:40

"Monsieur, have you reviewed the case files for tomorrow? The board is asking for it." Sedene asked, waiting as he got up to retrieve the files.

He sighed, satisfied that he was finished with his duties for today. Now he could organize his space and still have time to get back home—

8:45.

"Monsieur! This needs your immediate approval! Its about amendment demands in the overseas trades by the foreign envoy"

Neuvillette wanted to pinch his nose. Seriously? How is it that the moment he fathoms the thought of some leisure...work finds its way to him? He was desperate to leave.

"Please tell them that my work hours are over and to come back in the morning." Neuvillette politely said.

"But they are not listening Monsieur—"

...sigh guess he had no choice.

He knew you would be furious. After all, he was 30 whole minutes later. Not one minute, not two but 30. As expected you were furious and it made fear and nervousness creep up his spine. The Iudex was a man of utmost authority. His judgement was absolute and his confidence was resolute.

Yet, all seemed to combust at the sight of you.

"Why?"

"Stubborn foreign envoy" he replied curtly, not beating around the bush.

You nodded before chuckling at his serious expression. "Relax honey, I am not going to skewer you with a fork."

Neuvillette exhaled in relief, "Thank god. Though I sincerely apologise my love."

"Oh no need. Just your company is enough" you smiled before going back to reheating the food.

Neuvillette didn't believe in falling in love twice. But hell he just did. With the same person that he devoted his heart to from the start.

ZHONGLI !

"Honey, you're going out, yes?' You called out to Zhongli, who was finishing up getting ready for the day.

"Yes dear," Your husband replied in a deep opulent tone, enough to make your knees buck every single time.

"Please get milk, eggs and meat on your way back...we are out of it and I won't be able to make stew with just vegetables," You peeped out from the kitchen. He smiled, "ofcourse. I'll be back by noon."

Zhongli had impeccable memory. He could recall every moment of every war from millenias ago. Yet a small voice nagged at his brain. He was forgetting something. What was he forgetting?

"Director Hu, am I forgetting something?"

Hu tao turned around, looking utterly baffled, "you? Forgetting something? That's impossible Zhongli."

Zhongli thought for a bit more before agreeing. Yeah, he never forgot anything. Maybe it was just him overthinking...

If only he had listen to all the alarms that warned him for what was about to come.

"I am home" Zhongli announced softly, taking off his shoes and stepping into the house.

"Welcome back!" You greeted him with the same warm smile the Lord of Contracts had grown to love. In his eyes, not even the mostly radiant Cor Lapis could match your radiance.

Then the dreaded question came.

"Did you get the groceries?"

pause. visible sweat drop.

So that was what he forgot.

"Um.." Zhongli sheepishly scratched at his cheek,* "...it seemed to have slipped my mind. You see dear, Director Hu needed my help with the funeral preparations and then Childe accompanied me to this ancient artifact stall where they were selling rather intriguing pieces—"

"So, you forgot groceries but bought artifacts?"

"..."

And for the first time in a thousand centuries, Deus Auri had to stare at a dinner full of artifacts after his beloved reprimanded him, saying "since artifacts are so important, might as well satisfy your hunger with them too."

a/n : IT IS FINALLY OUT. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE LAST YEAR AKANDOAUDS I had such a fun time writing this- and giggled so much. So i hope you giggled too. Have a good day/night smoochies my loves.

creds: @teaeodora , banner creds : hoyoverse

[teaeodora]

"IN THIS HOUSE, THE WIFE REIGNS SUPREME! "

a/n: am i back? or perhaps this is a mere illusion..

synopsis: when faced with their wife's wrath, even the mightiest men of the land are forced to comply.

contents: small anecdotes, maybe ooc diluc because once again I am bad at writing him??? implied!female, whipped men (why not?) loser coded cuties scared of their wifes, mentions of pregnancy (wriothesley), swearing (mild), fluff, i blanked out mid way writing this but it is what it is and i find it cute, self indulgent.

not proof read.

DILUC !

Master Diluc was always in control. After all he ran the biggest winery in the entirety of Tevyat. Ledgers, Budgets, Circulation of goods, transactions, loans — this man could do it all.

On paper, he was the perfect husband. He was secure in himself, didn't take anyone's incompetence and preferred a quiet life with you. What more can a man desire?

However, as the saying goes - nothing is perfect. So having Kaeya, his stepbrother's continuous coercion into drinking was the imperfect part of his life. It was ironic really, being the owner of a winery, he held a distaste for alcohol and preferred grape juice.

Yet today he sat in his own tavern, one glass down. How had he come to this? How did he magically end up with one whole glass of wine in his system, coursing through his veins? He had no recollection.

He half heartedly listened to Kaeya and Rosaria's conversation when his ears caught another conversation. Two customers talked about having "wife" troubles and how they regret marrying so suddenly.

It was almost as if his tongue had gained consciousness of its own and the word fell out of Diluc's mouth, "As a man, if you only love one woman and then married her immediately—"

"Master Diluc" Kaeya tried. TRIED to stop this man.*

"...then you're truly foolish," Diluc finished. The silence that came next was merely the calm before the storm.

"Is that so?" the voice spoke up from behind. If anyone held the world record of sobering up in a matter of seconds- it would be Diluc Ragvinder right now.

"So..are you clever..or foolish for loving and cherishing me?" You leaned in, eyes radiating the clear sign— one wrong move and the celebrated Dark Knight Hero would be straight into his grave.

Diluc blinked once, twice- before stammering out in a fit of panic "uh..uh yes..yes ofcourse, I am foolish," he quickly admitted.

That may have saved him for the couch tonight but Kaeya was certainly not going to let him live this down.

ALHAITHAM !

Alhaitham never hid the fact that he disliked being the Acting Grand Sage. The only positive part of the circumstance was that he had access to all the documents and he could analyse them all he wanted and leverage them to his favour in the future. If needed.

Thing was, now he had to oversee twice as many workers of the Akademiya and it was twice as grating at his nerves. He'd rather be rejecting applications into the Akademiya for his own amusement than be a leader. He was clear with he wanted — peace, quiet and stable income. Rest? He didn't care enough or purposefully tuned it out.

He was been a slight hardass to the employees, critiquing their work, pointing out alignment issues on documentation, muttering something on the lines of a 12 slab long relic being easier to decipher than this utterly mind numbimg report submitted by one of the freshers. He couldn't take it and reallocated the guy to some other department.

Now the others were worried of meeting the same fate. So desperate times called for desperate measures. You.

Alhaitham sat that day in his office, feeling uneasy. Why did it feel like something bad was going to happen?

Click. Click. Click.

Oh, he'd recognised that sound anywhere.

"I have heard that you are being a hard ass...to the employees..." you stood near his desk, foot tapping in a rhythmic motion, screaming "You better have a logical explanation"

Alhaitham gulped. Gulped. His adam's apple bobbing up and down in subtle apprehension. "Look, it is just that their work isn't upto the mark—"

"Then instruct them instead of firing people and causing terror."

Alhaitham was the Acting Grand Sage. He was the highest authority. He held dominance over every operation. However, domestic operations seemed to be the one field where he seemed to be rendered helpless at.

WRIOTHESLEY !

Fontaine, the land of mechas, tea parties, elegant dresses, and ofcourse downpours.

The bakery was warm, contrary to the cold weather outside, full of delightful scents of baked bread, steaming buns, delectable cookies and much more. The owner smiled to themselves, cleaning the top of glass display, content with what they had established.

The bell rang, signaling someone entering the bakery. Who in their right mind would come in this downpour? The owner took the appreance of the man soaked from head to toe, his black hair damp and a bit flattened, the overcoat hanging off his shoulders seemed heavy and dripped with water. His boots thudded against the floor as he approached the counter.

"...Your Grace!?" The owner sputtered at the sight of the Duke of the Meropide, a man who was as illusive as they came. "What brings you here?" The owner couldn't help but ask, seeing the man who braved the storm and was now in his store.

"I need your sweetest baked good. And please, stuff it with extra chocolate. Extra means extra. The Duke emphasied on the extra part.

"Yes but...if you don't mind me asking, why are you out here in such a weather?"

"Because my wife is craving something sweet. And that's an order as far as I know it," the Duke laughed, both from amusement and the fear of being murdered in cold blood by a woman 27 weeks into pregnancy.

"Oh."

"Oh indeed."

Wriothesley returned 30 minutes later, both proud and tired, "here love I got you the—"

You looked at him and sheepishly grinned "um i actually want your spicy BBQ ribs..."

...

Someone end him please.

NEUVILLETTE !

Neuvillette scribbled at the paperwork that piled up on his desk. Admistrative reforms, trade permits, policy amendment suggestions, court cases...

Tick tock tick tock

He glanced at the time. It was 8:30. He had strict orders to return home by 9. Non negotiable. After all his lovely wife said she would prep the best dinner date for the both of them and had been looking forward to it the entire week.

He couldn't help but smile the memory of her smile, her excited words as she explained her plans for the date, the different things she'd bake. It made his heart flutter. Neuvillette was a person unable to feel things — his position as the Chief Justice demanded that from him. Yet amidst all that, he enjoyed having a small space of comfort and familiarity he had created for himself. Just you and him. Nothing else.

Problem was—

8:35

"Monsieur Neuvillette, you've got these letters, some from the nobles, few from the common public." Sedene, the melusine receptionist reported, placing the heap of letters on his table.

8:40

"Monsieur, have you reviewed the case files for tomorrow? The board is asking for it." Sedene asked, waiting as he got up to retrieve the files.

He sighed, satisfied that he was finished with his duties for today. Now he could organize his space and still have time to get back home—

8:45.

"Monsieur! This needs your immediate approval! Its about amendment demands in the overseas trades by the foreign envoy"

Neuvillette wanted to pinch his nose. Seriously? How is it that the moment he fathoms the thought of some leisure...work finds its way to him? He was desperate to leave.

"Please tell them that my work hours are over and to come back in the morning." Neuvillette politely said.

"But they are not listening Monsieur—"

...sigh guess he had no choice.

He knew you would be furious. After all, he was 30 whole minutes later. Not one minute, not two but 30. As expected you were furious and it made fear and nervousness creep up his spine. The Iudex was a man of utmost authority. His judgement was absolute and his confidence was resolute.

Yet, all seemed to combust at the sight of you.

"Why?"

"Stubborn foreign envoy" he replied curtly, not beating around the bush.

You nodded before chuckling at his serious expression. "Relax honey, I am not going to skewer you with a fork."

Neuvillette exhaled in relief, "Thank god. Though I sincerely apologise my love."

"Oh no need. Just your company is enough" you smiled before going back to reheating the food.

Neuvillette didn't believe in falling in love twice. But hell he just did. With the same person that he devoted his heart to from the start.

ZHONGLI !

"Honey, you're going out, yes?' You called out to Zhongli, who was finishing up getting ready for the day.

"Yes dear," Your husband replied in a deep opulent tone, enough to make your knees buck every single time.

"Please get milk, eggs and meat on your way back...we are out of it and I won't be able to make stew with just vegetables," You peeped out from the kitchen. He smiled, "ofcourse. I'll be back by noon."

Zhongli had impeccable memory. He could recall every moment of every war from millenias ago. Yet a small voice nagged at his brain. He was forgetting something. What was he forgetting?

"Director Hu, am I forgetting something?"

Hu tao turned around, looking utterly baffled, "you? Forgetting something? That's impossible Zhongli."

Zhongli thought for a bit more before agreeing. Yeah, he never forgot anything. Maybe it was just him overthinking...

If only he had listen to all the alarms that warned him for what was about to come.

"I am home" Zhongli announced softly, taking off his shoes and stepping into the house.

"Welcome back!" You greeted him with the same warm smile the Lord of Contracts had grown to love. In his eyes, not even the mostly radiant Cor Lapis could match your radiance.

Then the dreaded question came.

"Did you get the groceries?"

pause. visible sweat drop.

So that was what he forgot.

"Um.." Zhongli sheepishly scratched at his cheek,* "...it seemed to have slipped my mind. You see dear, Director Hu needed my help with the funeral preparations and then Childe accompanied me to this ancient artifact stall where they were selling rather intriguing pieces—"

"So, you forgot groceries but bought artifacts?"

"..."

And for the first time in a thousand centuries, Deus Auri had to stare at a dinner full of artifacts after his beloved reprimanded him, saying "since artifacts are so important, might as well satisfy your hunger with them too."

a/n : IT IS FINALLY OUT. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE LAST YEAR AKANDOAUDS I had such a fun time writing this- and giggled so much. So i hope you giggled too. Have a good day/night smoochies my loves.

creds: @teaeodora , banner creds : hoyoverse

[teaeodora]

"IN THIS HOUSE, THE WIFE REIGNS SUPREME! "

a/n: am i back? or perhaps this is a mere illusion..

synopsis: when faced with their wife's wrath, even the mightiest men of the land are forced to comply.

contents: small anecdotes, maybe ooc diluc because once again I am bad at writing him??? implied!female, whipped men (why not?) loser coded cuties scared of their wifes, mentions of pregnancy (wriothesley), swearing (mild), fluff, i blanked out mid way writing this but it is what it is and i find it cute, self indulgent.

not proof read.

DILUC !

Master Diluc was always in control. After all he ran the biggest winery in the entirety of Tevyat. Ledgers, Budgets, Circulation of goods, transactions, loans — this man could do it all.

On paper, he was the perfect husband. He was secure in himself, didn't take anyone's incompetence and preferred a quiet life with you. What more can a man desire?

However, as the saying goes - nothing is perfect. So having Kaeya, his stepbrother's continuous coercion into drinking was the imperfect part of his life. It was ironic really, being the owner of a winery, he held a distaste for alcohol and preferred grape juice.

Yet today he sat in his own tavern, one glass down. How had he come to this? How did he magically end up with one whole glass of wine in his system, coursing through his veins? He had no recollection.

He half heartedly listened to Kaeya and Rosaria's conversation when his ears caught another conversation. Two customers talked about having "wife" troubles and how they regret marrying so suddenly.

It was almost as if his tongue had gained consciousness of its own and the word fell out of Diluc's mouth, "As a man, if you only love one woman and then married her immediately—"

"Master Diluc" Kaeya tried. TRIED to stop this man.*

"...then you're truly foolish," Diluc finished. The silence that came next was merely the calm before the storm.

"Is that so?" the voice spoke up from behind. If anyone held the world record of sobering up in a matter of seconds- it would be Diluc Ragvinder right now.

"So..are you clever..or foolish for loving and cherishing me?" You leaned in, eyes radiating the clear sign— one wrong move and the celebrated Dark Knight Hero would be straight into his grave.

Diluc blinked once, twice- before stammering out in a fit of panic "uh..uh yes..yes ofcourse, I am foolish," he quickly admitted.

That may have saved him for the couch tonight but Kaeya was certainly not going to let him live this down.

ALHAITHAM !

Alhaitham never hid the fact that he disliked being the Acting Grand Sage. The only positive part of the circumstance was that he had access to all the documents and he could analyse them all he wanted and leverage them to his favour in the future. If needed.

Thing was, now he had to oversee twice as many workers of the Akademiya and it was twice as grating at his nerves. He'd rather be rejecting applications into the Akademiya for his own amusement than be a leader. He was clear with he wanted — peace, quiet and stable income. Rest? He didn't care enough or purposefully tuned it out.

He was been a slight hardass to the employees, critiquing their work, pointing out alignment issues on documentation, muttering something on the lines of a 12 slab long relic being easier to decipher than this utterly mind numbimg report submitted by one of the freshers. He couldn't take it and reallocated the guy to some other department.

Now the others were worried of meeting the same fate. So desperate times called for desperate measures. You.

Alhaitham sat that day in his office, feeling uneasy. Why did it feel like something bad was going to happen?

Click. Click. Click.

Oh, he'd recognised that sound anywhere.

"I have heard that you are being a hard ass...to the employees..." you stood near his desk, foot tapping in a rhythmic motion, screaming "You better have a logical explanation"

Alhaitham gulped. Gulped. His adam's apple bobbing up and down in subtle apprehension. "Look, it is just that their work isn't upto the mark—"

"Then instruct them instead of firing people and causing terror."

Alhaitham was the Acting Grand Sage. He was the highest authority. He held dominance over every operation. However, domestic operations seemed to be the one field where he seemed to be rendered helpless at.

WRIOTHESLEY !

Fontaine, the land of mechas, tea parties, elegant dresses, and ofcourse downpours.

The bakery was warm, contrary to the cold weather outside, full of delightful scents of baked bread, steaming buns, delectable cookies and much more. The owner smiled to themselves, cleaning the top of glass display, content with what they had established.

The bell rang, signaling someone entering the bakery. Who in their right mind would come in this downpour? The owner took the appreance of the man soaked from head to toe, his black hair damp and a bit flattened, the overcoat hanging off his shoulders seemed heavy and dripped with water. His boots thudded against the floor as he approached the counter.

"...Your Grace!?" The owner sputtered at the sight of the Duke of the Meropide, a man who was as illusive as they came. "What brings you here?" The owner couldn't help but ask, seeing the man who braved the storm and was now in his store.

"I need your sweetest baked good. And please, stuff it with extra chocolate. Extra means extra. The Duke emphasied on the extra part.

"Yes but...if you don't mind me asking, why are you out here in such a weather?"

"Because my wife is craving something sweet. And that's an order as far as I know it," the Duke laughed, both from amusement and the fear of being murdered in cold blood by a woman 27 weeks into pregnancy.

"Oh."

"Oh indeed."

Wriothesley returned 30 minutes later, both proud and tired, "here love I got you the—"

You looked at him and sheepishly grinned "um i actually want your spicy BBQ ribs..."

...

Someone end him please.

NEUVILLETTE !

Neuvillette scribbled at the paperwork that piled up on his desk. Admistrative reforms, trade permits, policy amendment suggestions, court cases...

Tick tock tick tock

He glanced at the time. It was 8:30. He had strict orders to return home by 9. Non negotiable. After all his lovely wife said she would prep the best dinner date for the both of them and had been looking forward to it the entire week.

He couldn't help but smile the memory of her smile, her excited words as she explained her plans for the date, the different things she'd bake. It made his heart flutter. Neuvillette was a person unable to feel things — his position as the Chief Justice demanded that from him. Yet amidst all that, he enjoyed having a small space of comfort and familiarity he had created for himself. Just you and him. Nothing else.

Problem was—

8:35

"Monsieur Neuvillette, you've got these letters, some from the nobles, few from the common public." Sedene, the melusine receptionist reported, placing the heap of letters on his table.

8:40

"Monsieur, have you reviewed the case files for tomorrow? The board is asking for it." Sedene asked, waiting as he got up to retrieve the files.

He sighed, satisfied that he was finished with his duties for today. Now he could organize his space and still have time to get back home—

8:45.

"Monsieur! This needs your immediate approval! Its about amendment demands in the overseas trades by the foreign envoy"

Neuvillette wanted to pinch his nose. Seriously? How is it that the moment he fathoms the thought of some leisure...work finds its way to him? He was desperate to leave.

"Please tell them that my work hours are over and to come back in the morning." Neuvillette politely said.

"But they are not listening Monsieur—"

...sigh guess he had no choice.

He knew you would be furious. After all, he was 30 whole minutes later. Not one minute, not two but 30. As expected you were furious and it made fear and nervousness creep up his spine. The Iudex was a man of utmost authority. His judgement was absolute and his confidence was resolute.

Yet, all seemed to combust at the sight of you.

"Why?"

"Stubborn foreign envoy" he replied curtly, not beating around the bush.

You nodded before chuckling at his serious expression. "Relax honey, I am not going to skewer you with a fork."

Neuvillette exhaled in relief, "Thank god. Though I sincerely apologise my love."

"Oh no need. Just your company is enough" you smiled before going back to reheating the food.

Neuvillette didn't believe in falling in love twice. But hell he just did. With the same person that he devoted his heart to from the start.

ZHONGLI !

"Honey, you're going out, yes?' You called out to Zhongli, who was finishing up getting ready for the day.

"Yes dear," Your husband replied in a deep opulent tone, enough to make your knees buck every single time.

"Please get milk, eggs and meat on your way back...we are out of it and I won't be able to make stew with just vegetables," You peeped out from the kitchen. He smiled, "ofcourse. I'll be back by noon."

Zhongli had impeccable memory. He could recall every moment of every war from millenias ago. Yet a small voice nagged at his brain. He was forgetting something. What was he forgetting?

"Director Hu, am I forgetting something?"

Hu tao turned around, looking utterly baffled, "you? Forgetting something? That's impossible Zhongli."

Zhongli thought for a bit more before agreeing. Yeah, he never forgot anything. Maybe it was just him overthinking...

If only he had listen to all the alarms that warned him for what was about to come.

"I am home" Zhongli announced softly, taking off his shoes and stepping into the house.

"Welcome back!" You greeted him with the same warm smile the Lord of Contracts had grown to love. In his eyes, not even the mostly radiant Cor Lapis could match your radiance.

Then the dreaded question came.

"Did you get the groceries?"

pause. visible sweat drop.

So that was what he forgot.

"Um.." Zhongli sheepishly scratched at his cheek,* "...it seemed to have slipped my mind. You see dear, Director Hu needed my help with the funeral preparations and then Childe accompanied me to this ancient artifact stall where they were selling rather intriguing pieces—"

"So, you forgot groceries but bought artifacts?"

"..."

And for the first time in a thousand centuries, Deus Auri had to stare at a dinner full of artifacts after his beloved reprimanded him, saying "since artifacts are so important, might as well satisfy your hunger with them too."

a/n : IT IS FINALLY OUT. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE LAST YEAR AKANDOAUDS I had such a fun time writing this- and giggled so much. So i hope you giggled too. Have a good day/night smoochies my loves.

creds: @teaeodora , banner creds : hoyoverse

[teaeodora]

"IN THIS HOUSE, THE WIFE REIGNS SUPREME! "

a/n: am i back? or perhaps this is a mere illusion..

synopsis: when faced with their wife's wrath, even the mightiest men of the land are forced to comply.

contents: small anecdotes, maybe ooc diluc because once again I am bad at writing him??? implied!female, whipped men (why not?) loser coded cuties scared of their wifes, mentions of pregnancy (wriothesley), swearing (mild), fluff, i blanked out mid way writing this but it is what it is and i find it cute, self indulgent.

not proof read.

DILUC !

Master Diluc was always in control. After all he ran the biggest winery in the entirety of Tevyat. Ledgers, Budgets, Circulation of goods, transactions, loans — this man could do it all.

On paper, he was the perfect husband. He was secure in himself, didn't take anyone's incompetence and preferred a quiet life with you. What more can a man desire?

However, as the saying goes - nothing is perfect. So having Kaeya, his stepbrother's continuous coercion into drinking was the imperfect part of his life. It was ironic really, being the owner of a winery, he held a distaste for alcohol and preferred grape juice.

Yet today he sat in his own tavern, one glass down. How had he come to this? How did he magically end up with one whole glass of wine in his system, coursing through his veins? He had no recollection.

He half heartedly listened to Kaeya and Rosaria's conversation when his ears caught another conversation. Two customers talked about having "wife" troubles and how they regret marrying so suddenly.

It was almost as if his tongue had gained consciousness of its own and the word fell out of Diluc's mouth, "As a man, if you only love one woman and then married her immediately—"

"Master Diluc" Kaeya tried. TRIED to stop this man.*

"...then you're truly foolish," Diluc finished. The silence that came next was merely the calm before the storm.

"Is that so?" the voice spoke up from behind. If anyone held the world record of sobering up in a matter of seconds- it would be Diluc Ragvinder right now.

"So..are you clever..or foolish for loving and cherishing me?" You leaned in, eyes radiating the clear sign— one wrong move and the celebrated Dark Knight Hero would be straight into his grave.

Diluc blinked once, twice- before stammering out in a fit of panic "uh..uh yes..yes ofcourse, I am foolish," he quickly admitted.

That may have saved him for the couch tonight but Kaeya was certainly not going to let him live this down.

ALHAITHAM !

Alhaitham never hid the fact that he disliked being the Acting Grand Sage. The only positive part of the circumstance was that he had access to all the documents and he could analyse them all he wanted and leverage them to his favour in the future. If needed.

Thing was, now he had to oversee twice as many workers of the Akademiya and it was twice as grating at his nerves. He'd rather be rejecting applications into the Akademiya for his own amusement than be a leader. He was clear with he wanted — peace, quiet and stable income. Rest? He didn't care enough or purposefully tuned it out.

He was been a slight hardass to the employees, critiquing their work, pointing out alignment issues on documentation, muttering something on the lines of a 12 slab long relic being easier to decipher than this utterly mind numbimg report submitted by one of the freshers. He couldn't take it and reallocated the guy to some other department.

Now the others were worried of meeting the same fate. So desperate times called for desperate measures. You.

Alhaitham sat that day in his office, feeling uneasy. Why did it feel like something bad was going to happen?

Click. Click. Click.

Oh, he'd recognised that sound anywhere.

"I have heard that you are being a hard ass...to the employees..." you stood near his desk, foot tapping in a rhythmic motion, screaming "You better have a logical explanation"

Alhaitham gulped. Gulped. His adam's apple bobbing up and down in subtle apprehension. "Look, it is just that their work isn't upto the mark—"

"Then instruct them instead of firing people and causing terror."

Alhaitham was the Acting Grand Sage. He was the highest authority. He held dominance over every operation. However, domestic operations seemed to be the one field where he seemed to be rendered helpless at.

WRIOTHESLEY !

Fontaine, the land of mechas, tea parties, elegant dresses, and ofcourse downpours.

The bakery was warm, contrary to the cold weather outside, full of delightful scents of baked bread, steaming buns, delectable cookies and much more. The owner smiled to themselves, cleaning the top of glass display, content with what they had established.

The bell rang, signaling someone entering the bakery. Who in their right mind would come in this downpour? The owner took the appreance of the man soaked from head to toe, his black hair damp and a bit flattened, the overcoat hanging off his shoulders seemed heavy and dripped with water. His boots thudded against the floor as he approached the counter.

"...Your Grace!?" The owner sputtered at the sight of the Duke of the Meropide, a man who was as illusive as they came. "What brings you here?" The owner couldn't help but ask, seeing the man who braved the storm and was now in his store.

"I need your sweetest baked good. And please, stuff it with extra chocolate. Extra means extra. The Duke emphasied on the extra part.

"Yes but...if you don't mind me asking, why are you out here in such a weather?"

"Because my wife is craving something sweet. And that's an order as far as I know it," the Duke laughed, both from amusement and the fear of being murdered in cold blood by a woman 27 weeks into pregnancy.

"Oh."

"Oh indeed."

Wriothesley returned 30 minutes later, both proud and tired, "here love I got you the—"

You looked at him and sheepishly grinned "um i actually want your spicy BBQ ribs..."

...

Someone end him please.

NEUVILLETTE !

Neuvillette scribbled at the paperwork that piled up on his desk. Admistrative reforms, trade permits, policy amendment suggestions, court cases...

Tick tock tick tock

He glanced at the time. It was 8:30. He had strict orders to return home by 9. Non negotiable. After all his lovely wife said she would prep the best dinner date for the both of them and had been looking forward to it the entire week.

He couldn't help but smile the memory of her smile, her excited words as she explained her plans for the date, the different things she'd bake. It made his heart flutter. Neuvillette was a person unable to feel things — his position as the Chief Justice demanded that from him. Yet amidst all that, he enjoyed having a small space of comfort and familiarity he had created for himself. Just you and him. Nothing else.

Problem was—

8:35

"Monsieur Neuvillette, you've got these letters, some from the nobles, few from the common public." Sedene, the melusine receptionist reported, placing the heap of letters on his table.

8:40

"Monsieur, have you reviewed the case files for tomorrow? The board is asking for it." Sedene asked, waiting as he got up to retrieve the files.

He sighed, satisfied that he was finished with his duties for today. Now he could organize his space and still have time to get back home—

8:45.

"Monsieur! This needs your immediate approval! Its about amendment demands in the overseas trades by the foreign envoy"

Neuvillette wanted to pinch his nose. Seriously? How is it that the moment he fathoms the thought of some leisure...work finds its way to him? He was desperate to leave.

"Please tell them that my work hours are over and to come back in the morning." Neuvillette politely said.

"But they are not listening Monsieur—"

...sigh guess he had no choice.

He knew you would be furious. After all, he was 30 whole minutes later. Not one minute, not two but 30. As expected you were furious and it made fear and nervousness creep up his spine. The Iudex was a man of utmost authority. His judgement was absolute and his confidence was resolute.

Yet, all seemed to combust at the sight of you.

"Why?"

"Stubborn foreign envoy" he replied curtly, not beating around the bush.

You nodded before chuckling at his serious expression. "Relax honey, I am not going to skewer you with a fork."

Neuvillette exhaled in relief, "Thank god. Though I sincerely apologise my love."

"Oh no need. Just your company is enough" you smiled before going back to reheating the food.

Neuvillette didn't believe in falling in love twice. But hell he just did. With the same person that he devoted his heart to from the start.

ZHONGLI !

"Honey, you're going out, yes?' You called out to Zhongli, who was finishing up getting ready for the day.

"Yes dear," Your husband replied in a deep opulent tone, enough to make your knees buck every single time.

"Please get milk, eggs and meat on your way back...we are out of it and I won't be able to make stew with just vegetables," You peeped out from the kitchen. He smiled, "ofcourse. I'll be back by noon."

Zhongli had impeccable memory. He could recall every moment of every war from millenias ago. Yet a small voice nagged at his brain. He was forgetting something. What was he forgetting?

"Director Hu, am I forgetting something?"

Hu tao turned around, looking utterly baffled, "you? Forgetting something? That's impossible Zhongli."

Zhongli thought for a bit more before agreeing. Yeah, he never forgot anything. Maybe it was just him overthinking...

If only he had listen to all the alarms that warned him for what was about to come.

"I am home" Zhongli announced softly, taking off his shoes and stepping into the house.

"Welcome back!" You greeted him with the same warm smile the Lord of Contracts had grown to love. In his eyes, not even the mostly radiant Cor Lapis could match your radiance.

Then the dreaded question came.

"Did you get the groceries?"

pause. visible sweat drop.

So that was what he forgot.

"Um.." Zhongli sheepishly scratched at his cheek,* "...it seemed to have slipped my mind. You see dear, Director Hu needed my help with the funeral preparations and then Childe accompanied me to this ancient artifact stall where they were selling rather intriguing pieces—"

"So, you forgot groceries but bought artifacts?"

"..."

And for the first time in a thousand centuries, Deus Auri had to stare at a dinner full of artifacts after his beloved reprimanded him, saying "since artifacts are so important, might as well satisfy your hunger with them too."

a/n : IT IS FINALLY OUT. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE LAST YEAR AKANDOAUDS I had such a fun time writing this- and giggled so much. So i hope you giggled too. Have a good day/night smoochies my loves.

creds: @teaeodora , banner creds : hoyoverse

[teaeodora]

um so to my jjk girlies- hear me out. sorry for anyone who loves F1- for the sake of this thought- pretend you don't. Also I'm pretty sure street racing is more messier than F1.

street racer!satoru x ??!reader. mdni

satoru gojo.

"AND SATORU TAKES THE WIN!"

He stood there, being lauded with cameras, cheerful screams towards him, begging for his attention. It was no surprise.

He was busy signing autographs, smiling for the cameras, showing off his trusted his companion — the car. Then a peculiar girl walked forward. No name, no greeting. You.

"Signature please."

He was caught off guard. It was uncharacteristic. Foreign, "Hello to you too. You always this direct?" He assumed you were a fan. One of those rather extreme ones who try to act different just for his attention. But you seemed a bit- out of place...in a boring hoodie and..were those crocs?

He lets out an amused sigh and agreed. "And what brings you here? You lost?" Satoru asked, amused, teasing. It was his nature. "No, just a delivery girl. My friend loves your races but she is too shy to come up and ask" You extend the shirt with a pen in your other hand.

"Huh? He sounded interested, "Guess pit passes come with attitude now.." He chuckled to himself, signed the shirt and watched you leave. Intrigued.

[1.] Another race you attended...

Your friend, Miwa, kept dragging you to these races. It was maddening but you loved her so your company was a given. You thought it was just testosterone theatre...Miwa tried to convince you otherwise.

"Why pay to inhale vehicular emissions?"

"You would understand if you weren't glued to your phone [Name]!" Miwa argued.

[2.] Again, you came..

You stood near the railings. He saw you. He looked up at you from the track, "Hey! You know...I am starting to feel that this is a long term thing" he grinned again, that toothy smile fueling your amusement this time. "You've only spoken to me twice. Relax," not harsh. Playful, daring.

His smirk only grew, "I've got front row spots for new races. VIP section."

"Not interested," You snipped back.

"Then who do you keep coming for?" You only fueled his curiosity.

"Someone who knows when to stop talking."

[3.] You were starting why were you letting Miwa drag you to so many races...

He held up a POP! soda for you, cold, dripping with water.

"I don't remember asking for one.."

"Are you seriously going to pretend that you don't want one?" He held the can out, the smirk never leaving his face.

You accepted it.

"So what do you do, mystery girl? Besides being a theatre critic?" Satoru looked down, his eyes twinkling behind those circular shades.

He knew. He heard.

"Avoid men who call me that"

Well played.

[4.] sigh. It was getting old wasn't it?

He talks. She just listens. He doesn't know how much is actually retaining. Hell, he didn't know why was he so interested.

"You talk about machines like people."

"I know machines better than people."

[5.] You do look, he knows. He just doesn't find any interest behind your gaze.

"You enjoy watching me?" He couldn't stop the smirk that graced his face again at the sight of the same boring hoodie, crocs and hat. It was laughable.

You looked bored, "You enjoy being watched" fair

"Only when it's you" He leaned against his car. Suave, cool and charming.

"Try harder. That line is older than your tires."

He was stumped. He wondered what the hell was her deal. But the smile never left his face.

[6.] When did this happen?

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Miwa stared at you, "You know, he looks at you like you are the checkered flag"

"Miwa you need water. Maybe Shibuya's crowd is getting to you" You retort, finding her findings absurd.

"You googled what tire grip means, [Name]."

"For you. I am supporting your pursuits."

"You have a playlist called "Race things ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ"

"I..am curious! Its called intellectual engagement."

On the other hand...

Suguru gave Satoru's car a once over. He glanced back at his friend, who's attention was everywhere except on the car.

He couldn't help but ask, "Who's the girl in the hat? She's your good luck charm or some?"

Satoru blinked once. Twice. "I dont know."

Maybe he was going insane.

[7.]

Shibuya Crosswalk was one of the busiest roads Neon signs, big buildings, several ads and billboards. Satoru and Suguru walked through the city, Satoru holding his sugar stuffed carbonated water by the rim of the can. They both chatted about the upcoming races while stopping at the red light.

Satoru glanced at one particular billboard. It was a perfume ad. The woman endorsing it however was the one desired by many.

Untouchable. Unreal.

It was you.

a/n: okay so hot model!reader x street racer! blue boy. I don't know how my brain came up with this but I have hyperfixated. (Self indulgence oops.)

Okay so this was initially supposed to be a garage charity event, fundraiser situation. You were invited to host it, to be the face of the event- obviously to attract people and so that they invest their money. He was also there. He was smitten since the day you landed in Japan for projects and shoots. You both talk, exchange wits and it was like a "lets fuck and go" situation. You two, in the restroom, his hands memorising every curve and dip, worshipping you while your teasing remarks and delicate tugs were his unraveling. Both of you trying hard to not get caught. highkey slow hot sex situation between two obviously hot people.

However, i am a bit conflicted between normal reader or hot sexy badass model reader because I like the whole "he basks in attention of many but so does she situation" like they both need the other to challenge them. "The one who is chased by many, becomes the yearner" dynamic? I want them both to be on equal footing so that it creates a more high stakes situation.

So yes being the responsible member of society i am- I didn't let this spiral into pure filth (((￣へ￣井) I want it to be more long fic, slow burn is burning, hurt comfort angst opposites attract all that sweet stuff. So yes I refrained. Good job me! So are yall with me? Hello? Anyone? No? Guess it's just me Σ(´□｀ )

banner creds to the artist. not mine.

creds: @teaeodora

[teaeodora]

"IN THIS HOUSE, THE WIFE REIGNS SUPREME! "

a/n: am i back? or perhaps this is a mere illusion..

synopsis: when faced with their wife's wrath, even the mightiest men of the land are forced to comply.

contents: small anecdotes, maybe ooc diluc because once again I am bad at writing him??? implied!female, whipped men (why not?) loser coded cuties scared of their wifes, mentions of pregnancy (wriothesley), swearing (mild), fluff, i blanked out mid way writing this but it is what it is and i find it cute, self indulgent.

not proof read.

DILUC !

Master Diluc was always in control. After all he ran the biggest winery in the entirety of Tevyat. Ledgers, Budgets, Circulation of goods, transactions, loans — this man could do it all.

On paper, he was the perfect husband. He was secure in himself, didn't take anyone's incompetence and preferred a quiet life with you. What more can a man desire?

However, as the saying goes - nothing is perfect. So having Kaeya, his stepbrother's continuous coercion into drinking was the imperfect part of his life. It was ironic really, being the owner of a winery, he held a distaste for alcohol and preferred grape juice.

Yet today he sat in his own tavern, one glass down. How had he come to this? How did he magically end up with one whole glass of wine in his system, coursing through his veins? He had no recollection.

He half heartedly listened to Kaeya and Rosaria's conversation when his ears caught another conversation. Two customers talked about having "wife" troubles and how they regret marrying so suddenly.

It was almost as if his tongue had gained consciousness of its own and the word fell out of Diluc's mouth, "As a man, if you only love one woman and then married her immediately—"

"Master Diluc" Kaeya tried. TRIED to stop this man.*

"...then you're truly foolish," Diluc finished. The silence that came next was merely the calm before the storm.

"Is that so?" the voice spoke up from behind. If anyone held the world record of sobering up in a matter of seconds- it would be Diluc Ragvinder right now.

"So..are you clever..or foolish for loving and cherishing me?" You leaned in, eyes radiating the clear sign— one wrong move and the celebrated Dark Knight Hero would be straight into his grave.

Diluc blinked once, twice- before stammering out in a fit of panic "uh..uh yes..yes ofcourse, I am foolish," he quickly admitted.

That may have saved him for the couch tonight but Kaeya was certainly not going to let him live this down.

ALHAITHAM !

Alhaitham never hid the fact that he disliked being the Acting Grand Sage. The only positive part of the circumstance was that he had access to all the documents and he could analyse them all he wanted and leverage them to his favour in the future. If needed.

Thing was, now he had to oversee twice as many workers of the Akademiya and it was twice as grating at his nerves. He'd rather be rejecting applications into the Akademiya for his own amusement than be a leader. He was clear with he wanted — peace, quiet and stable income. Rest? He didn't care enough or purposefully tuned it out.

He was been a slight hardass to the employees, critiquing their work, pointing out alignment issues on documentation, muttering something on the lines of a 12 slab long relic being easier to decipher than this utterly mind numbimg report submitted by one of the freshers. He couldn't take it and reallocated the guy to some other department.

Now the others were worried of meeting the same fate. So desperate times called for desperate measures. You.

Alhaitham sat that day in his office, feeling uneasy. Why did it feel like something bad was going to happen?

Click. Click. Click.

Oh, he'd recognised that sound anywhere.

"I have heard that you are being a hard ass...to the employees..." you stood near his desk, foot tapping in a rhythmic motion, screaming "You better have a logical explanation"

Alhaitham gulped. Gulped. His adam's apple bobbing up and down in subtle apprehension. "Look, it is just that their work isn't upto the mark—"

"Then instruct them instead of firing people and causing terror."

Alhaitham was the Acting Grand Sage. He was the highest authority. He held dominance over every operation. However, domestic operations seemed to be the one field where he seemed to be rendered helpless at.

WRIOTHESLEY !

Fontaine, the land of mechas, tea parties, elegant dresses, and ofcourse downpours.

The bakery was warm, contrary to the cold weather outside, full of delightful scents of baked bread, steaming buns, delectable cookies and much more. The owner smiled to themselves, cleaning the top of glass display, content with what they had established.

The bell rang, signaling someone entering the bakery. Who in their right mind would come in this downpour? The owner took the appreance of the man soaked from head to toe, his black hair damp and a bit flattened, the overcoat hanging off his shoulders seemed heavy and dripped with water. His boots thudded against the floor as he approached the counter.

"...Your Grace!?" The owner sputtered at the sight of the Duke of the Meropide, a man who was as illusive as they came. "What brings you here?" The owner couldn't help but ask, seeing the man who braved the storm and was now in his store.

"I need your sweetest baked good. And please, stuff it with extra chocolate. Extra means extra. The Duke emphasied on the extra part.

"Yes but...if you don't mind me asking, why are you out here in such a weather?"

"Because my wife is craving something sweet. And that's an order as far as I know it," the Duke laughed, both from amusement and the fear of being murdered in cold blood by a woman 27 weeks into pregnancy.

"Oh."

"Oh indeed."

Wriothesley returned 30 minutes later, both proud and tired, "here love I got you the—"

You looked at him and sheepishly grinned "um i actually want your spicy BBQ ribs..."

...

Someone end him please.

NEUVILLETTE !

Neuvillette scribbled at the paperwork that piled up on his desk. Admistrative reforms, trade permits, policy amendment suggestions, court cases...

Tick tock tick tock

He glanced at the time. It was 8:30. He had strict orders to return home by 9. Non negotiable. After all his lovely wife said she would prep the best dinner date for the both of them and had been looking forward to it the entire week.

He couldn't help but smile the memory of her smile, her excited words as she explained her plans for the date, the different things she'd bake. It made his heart flutter. Neuvillette was a person unable to feel things — his position as the Chief Justice demanded that from him. Yet amidst all that, he enjoyed having a small space of comfort and familiarity he had created for himself. Just you and him. Nothing else.

Problem was—

8:35

"Monsieur Neuvillette, you've got these letters, some from the nobles, few from the common public." Sedene, the melusine receptionist reported, placing the heap of letters on his table.

8:40

"Monsieur, have you reviewed the case files for tomorrow? The board is asking for it." Sedene asked, waiting as he got up to retrieve the files.

He sighed, satisfied that he was finished with his duties for today. Now he could organize his space and still have time to get back home—

8:45.

"Monsieur! This needs your immediate approval! Its about amendment demands in the overseas trades by the foreign envoy"

Neuvillette wanted to pinch his nose. Seriously? How is it that the moment he fathoms the thought of some leisure...work finds its way to him? He was desperate to leave.

"Please tell them that my work hours are over and to come back in the morning." Neuvillette politely said.

"But they are not listening Monsieur—"

...sigh guess he had no choice.

He knew you would be furious. After all, he was 30 whole minutes later. Not one minute, not two but 30. As expected you were furious and it made fear and nervousness creep up his spine. The Iudex was a man of utmost authority. His judgement was absolute and his confidence was resolute.

Yet, all seemed to combust at the sight of you.

"Why?"

"Stubborn foreign envoy" he replied curtly, not beating around the bush.

You nodded before chuckling at his serious expression. "Relax honey, I am not going to skewer you with a fork."

Neuvillette exhaled in relief, "Thank god. Though I sincerely apologise my love."

"Oh no need. Just your company is enough" you smiled before going back to reheating the food.

Neuvillette didn't believe in falling in love twice. But hell he just did. With the same person that he devoted his heart to from the start.

ZHONGLI !

"Honey, you're going out, yes?' You called out to Zhongli, who was finishing up getting ready for the day.

"Yes dear," Your husband replied in a deep opulent tone, enough to make your knees buck every single time.

"Please get milk, eggs and meat on your way back...we are out of it and I won't be able to make stew with just vegetables," You peeped out from the kitchen. He smiled, "ofcourse. I'll be back by noon."

Zhongli had impeccable memory. He could recall every moment of every war from millenias ago. Yet a small voice nagged at his brain. He was forgetting something. What was he forgetting?

"Director Hu, am I forgetting something?"

Hu tao turned around, looking utterly baffled, "you? Forgetting something? That's impossible Zhongli."

Zhongli thought for a bit more before agreeing. Yeah, he never forgot anything. Maybe it was just him overthinking...

If only he had listen to all the alarms that warned him for what was about to come.

"I am home" Zhongli announced softly, taking off his shoes and stepping into the house.

"Welcome back!" You greeted him with the same warm smile the Lord of Contracts had grown to love. In his eyes, not even the mostly radiant Cor Lapis could match your radiance.

Then the dreaded question came.

"Did you get the groceries?"

pause. visible sweat drop.

So that was what he forgot.

"Um.." Zhongli sheepishly scratched at his cheek,* "...it seemed to have slipped my mind. You see dear, Director Hu needed my help with the funeral preparations and then Childe accompanied me to this ancient artifact stall where they were selling rather intriguing pieces—"

"So, you forgot groceries but bought artifacts?"

"..."

And for the first time in a thousand centuries, Deus Auri had to stare at a dinner full of artifacts after his beloved reprimanded him, saying "since artifacts are so important, might as well satisfy your hunger with them too."

a/n : IT IS FINALLY OUT. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE LAST YEAR AKANDOAUDS I had such a fun time writing this- and giggled so much. So i hope you giggled too. Have a good day/night smoochies my loves.

creds: @teaeodora , banner creds : hoyoverse

[teaeodora]

"IN THIS HOUSE, THE WIFE REIGNS SUPREME! "

a/n: am i back? or perhaps this is a mere illusion..

synopsis: when faced with their wife's wrath, even the mightiest men of the land are forced to comply.

contents: small anecdotes, maybe ooc diluc because once again I am bad at writing him??? implied!female, whipped men (why not?) loser coded cuties scared of their wifes, mentions of pregnancy (wriothesley), swearing (mild), fluff, i blanked out mid way writing this but it is what it is and i find it cute, self indulgent.

not proof read.

DILUC !

Master Diluc was always in control. After all he ran the biggest winery in the entirety of Tevyat. Ledgers, Budgets, Circulation of goods, transactions, loans — this man could do it all.

On paper, he was the perfect husband. He was secure in himself, didn't take anyone's incompetence and preferred a quiet life with you. What more can a man desire?

However, as the saying goes - nothing is perfect. So having Kaeya, his stepbrother's continuous coercion into drinking was the imperfect part of his life. It was ironic really, being the owner of a winery, he held a distaste for alcohol and preferred grape juice.

Yet today he sat in his own tavern, one glass down. How had he come to this? How did he magically end up with one whole glass of wine in his system, coursing through his veins? He had no recollection.

He half heartedly listened to Kaeya and Rosaria's conversation when his ears caught another conversation. Two customers talked about having "wife" troubles and how they regret marrying so suddenly.

It was almost as if his tongue had gained consciousness of its own and the word fell out of Diluc's mouth, "As a man, if you only love one woman and then married her immediately—"

"Master Diluc" Kaeya tried. TRIED to stop this man.*

"...then you're truly foolish," Diluc finished. The silence that came next was merely the calm before the storm.

"Is that so?" the voice spoke up from behind. If anyone held the world record of sobering up in a matter of seconds- it would be Diluc Ragvinder right now.

"So..are you clever..or foolish for loving and cherishing me?" You leaned in, eyes radiating the clear sign— one wrong move and the celebrated Dark Knight Hero would be straight into his grave.

Diluc blinked once, twice- before stammering out in a fit of panic "uh..uh yes..yes ofcourse, I am foolish," he quickly admitted.

That may have saved him for the couch tonight but Kaeya was certainly not going to let him live this down.

ALHAITHAM !

Alhaitham never hid the fact that he disliked being the Acting Grand Sage. The only positive part of the circumstance was that he had access to all the documents and he could analyse them all he wanted and leverage them to his favour in the future. If needed.

Thing was, now he had to oversee twice as many workers of the Akademiya and it was twice as grating at his nerves. He'd rather be rejecting applications into the Akademiya for his own amusement than be a leader. He was clear with he wanted — peace, quiet and stable income. Rest? He didn't care enough or purposefully tuned it out.

He was been a slight hardass to the employees, critiquing their work, pointing out alignment issues on documentation, muttering something on the lines of a 12 slab long relic being easier to decipher than this utterly mind numbimg report submitted by one of the freshers. He couldn't take it and reallocated the guy to some other department.

Now the others were worried of meeting the same fate. So desperate times called for desperate measures. You.

Alhaitham sat that day in his office, feeling uneasy. Why did it feel like something bad was going to happen?

Click. Click. Click.

Oh, he'd recognised that sound anywhere.

"I have heard that you are being a hard ass...to the employees..." you stood near his desk, foot tapping in a rhythmic motion, screaming "You better have a logical explanation"

Alhaitham gulped. Gulped. His adam's apple bobbing up and down in subtle apprehension. "Look, it is just that their work isn't upto the mark—"

"Then instruct them instead of firing people and causing terror."

Alhaitham was the Acting Grand Sage. He was the highest authority. He held dominance over every operation. However, domestic operations seemed to be the one field where he seemed to be rendered helpless at.

WRIOTHESLEY !

Fontaine, the land of mechas, tea parties, elegant dresses, and ofcourse downpours.

The bakery was warm, contrary to the cold weather outside, full of delightful scents of baked bread, steaming buns, delectable cookies and much more. The owner smiled to themselves, cleaning the top of glass display, content with what they had established.

The bell rang, signaling someone entering the bakery. Who in their right mind would come in this downpour? The owner took the appreance of the man soaked from head to toe, his black hair damp and a bit flattened, the overcoat hanging off his shoulders seemed heavy and dripped with water. His boots thudded against the floor as he approached the counter.

"...Your Grace!?" The owner sputtered at the sight of the Duke of the Meropide, a man who was as illusive as they came. "What brings you here?" The owner couldn't help but ask, seeing the man who braved the storm and was now in his store.

"I need your sweetest baked good. And please, stuff it with extra chocolate. Extra means extra. The Duke emphasied on the extra part.

"Yes but...if you don't mind me asking, why are you out here in such a weather?"

"Because my wife is craving something sweet. And that's an order as far as I know it," the Duke laughed, both from amusement and the fear of being murdered in cold blood by a woman 27 weeks into pregnancy.

"Oh."

"Oh indeed."

Wriothesley returned 30 minutes later, both proud and tired, "here love I got you the—"

You looked at him and sheepishly grinned "um i actually want your spicy BBQ ribs..."

...

Someone end him please.

NEUVILLETTE !

Neuvillette scribbled at the paperwork that piled up on his desk. Admistrative reforms, trade permits, policy amendment suggestions, court cases...

Tick tock tick tock

He glanced at the time. It was 8:30. He had strict orders to return home by 9. Non negotiable. After all his lovely wife said she would prep the best dinner date for the both of them and had been looking forward to it the entire week.

He couldn't help but smile the memory of her smile, her excited words as she explained her plans for the date, the different things she'd bake. It made his heart flutter. Neuvillette was a person unable to feel things — his position as the Chief Justice demanded that from him. Yet amidst all that, he enjoyed having a small space of comfort and familiarity he had created for himself. Just you and him. Nothing else.

Problem was—

8:35

"Monsieur Neuvillette, you've got these letters, some from the nobles, few from the common public." Sedene, the melusine receptionist reported, placing the heap of letters on his table.

8:40

"Monsieur, have you reviewed the case files for tomorrow? The board is asking for it." Sedene asked, waiting as he got up to retrieve the files.

He sighed, satisfied that he was finished with his duties for today. Now he could organize his space and still have time to get back home—

8:45.

"Monsieur! This needs your immediate approval! Its about amendment demands in the overseas trades by the foreign envoy"

Neuvillette wanted to pinch his nose. Seriously? How is it that the moment he fathoms the thought of some leisure...work finds its way to him? He was desperate to leave.

"Please tell them that my work hours are over and to come back in the morning." Neuvillette politely said.

"But they are not listening Monsieur—"

...sigh guess he had no choice.

He knew you would be furious. After all, he was 30 whole minutes later. Not one minute, not two but 30. As expected you were furious and it made fear and nervousness creep up his spine. The Iudex was a man of utmost authority. His judgement was absolute and his confidence was resolute.

Yet, all seemed to combust at the sight of you.

"Why?"

"Stubborn foreign envoy" he replied curtly, not beating around the bush.

You nodded before chuckling at his serious expression. "Relax honey, I am not going to skewer you with a fork."

Neuvillette exhaled in relief, "Thank god. Though I sincerely apologise my love."

"Oh no need. Just your company is enough" you smiled before going back to reheating the food.

Neuvillette didn't believe in falling in love twice. But hell he just did. With the same person that he devoted his heart to from the start.

ZHONGLI !

"Honey, you're going out, yes?' You called out to Zhongli, who was finishing up getting ready for the day.

"Yes dear," Your husband replied in a deep opulent tone, enough to make your knees buck every single time.

"Please get milk, eggs and meat on your way back...we are out of it and I won't be able to make stew with just vegetables," You peeped out from the kitchen. He smiled, "ofcourse. I'll be back by noon."

Zhongli had impeccable memory. He could recall every moment of every war from millenias ago. Yet a small voice nagged at his brain. He was forgetting something. What was he forgetting?

"Director Hu, am I forgetting something?"

Hu tao turned around, looking utterly baffled, "you? Forgetting something? That's impossible Zhongli."

Zhongli thought for a bit more before agreeing. Yeah, he never forgot anything. Maybe it was just him overthinking...

If only he had listen to all the alarms that warned him for what was about to come.

"I am home" Zhongli announced softly, taking off his shoes and stepping into the house.

"Welcome back!" You greeted him with the same warm smile the Lord of Contracts had grown to love. In his eyes, not even the mostly radiant Cor Lapis could match your radiance.

Then the dreaded question came.

"Did you get the groceries?"

pause. visible sweat drop.

So that was what he forgot.

"Um.." Zhongli sheepishly scratched at his cheek,* "...it seemed to have slipped my mind. You see dear, Director Hu needed my help with the funeral preparations and then Childe accompanied me to this ancient artifact stall where they were selling rather intriguing pieces—"

"So, you forgot groceries but bought artifacts?"

"..."

And for the first time in a thousand centuries, Deus Auri had to stare at a dinner full of artifacts after his beloved reprimanded him, saying "since artifacts are so important, might as well satisfy your hunger with them too."

a/n : IT IS FINALLY OUT. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE LAST YEAR AKANDOAUDS I had such a fun time writing this- and giggled so much. So i hope you giggled too. Have a good day/night smoochies my loves.

creds: @teaeodora , banner creds : hoyoverse

[teaeodora]

"IN THIS HOUSE, THE WIFE REIGNS SUPREME! "

a/n: am i back? or perhaps this is a mere illusion..

synopsis: when faced with their wife's wrath, even the mightiest men of the land are forced to comply.

contents: small anecdotes, maybe ooc diluc because once again I am bad at writing him??? implied!female, whipped men (why not?) loser coded cuties scared of their wifes, mentions of pregnancy (wriothesley), swearing (mild), fluff, i blanked out mid way writing this but it is what it is and i find it cute, self indulgent.

not proof read.

DILUC !

Master Diluc was always in control. After all he ran the biggest winery in the entirety of Tevyat. Ledgers, Budgets, Circulation of goods, transactions, loans — this man could do it all.

On paper, he was the perfect husband. He was secure in himself, didn't take anyone's incompetence and preferred a quiet life with you. What more can a man desire?

However, as the saying goes - nothing is perfect. So having Kaeya, his stepbrother's continuous coercion into drinking was the imperfect part of his life. It was ironic really, being the owner of a winery, he held a distaste for alcohol and preferred grape juice.

Yet today he sat in his own tavern, one glass down. How had he come to this? How did he magically end up with one whole glass of wine in his system, coursing through his veins? He had no recollection.

He half heartedly listened to Kaeya and Rosaria's conversation when his ears caught another conversation. Two customers talked about having "wife" troubles and how they regret marrying so suddenly.

It was almost as if his tongue had gained consciousness of its own and the word fell out of Diluc's mouth, "As a man, if you only love one woman and then married her immediately—"

"Master Diluc" Kaeya tried. TRIED to stop this man.*

"...then you're truly foolish," Diluc finished. The silence that came next was merely the calm before the storm.

"Is that so?" the voice spoke up from behind. If anyone held the world record of sobering up in a matter of seconds- it would be Diluc Ragvinder right now.

"So..are you clever..or foolish for loving and cherishing me?" You leaned in, eyes radiating the clear sign— one wrong move and the celebrated Dark Knight Hero would be straight into his grave.

Diluc blinked once, twice- before stammering out in a fit of panic "uh..uh yes..yes ofcourse, I am foolish," he quickly admitted.

That may have saved him for the couch tonight but Kaeya was certainly not going to let him live this down.

ALHAITHAM !

Alhaitham never hid the fact that he disliked being the Acting Grand Sage. The only positive part of the circumstance was that he had access to all the documents and he could analyse them all he wanted and leverage them to his favour in the future. If needed.

Thing was, now he had to oversee twice as many workers of the Akademiya and it was twice as grating at his nerves. He'd rather be rejecting applications into the Akademiya for his own amusement than be a leader. He was clear with he wanted — peace, quiet and stable income. Rest? He didn't care enough or purposefully tuned it out.

He was been a slight hardass to the employees, critiquing their work, pointing out alignment issues on documentation, muttering something on the lines of a 12 slab long relic being easier to decipher than this utterly mind numbimg report submitted by one of the freshers. He couldn't take it and reallocated the guy to some other department.

Now the others were worried of meeting the same fate. So desperate times called for desperate measures. You.

Alhaitham sat that day in his office, feeling uneasy. Why did it feel like something bad was going to happen?

Click. Click. Click.

Oh, he'd recognised that sound anywhere.

"I have heard that you are being a hard ass...to the employees..." you stood near his desk, foot tapping in a rhythmic motion, screaming "You better have a logical explanation"

Alhaitham gulped. Gulped. His adam's apple bobbing up and down in subtle apprehension. "Look, it is just that their work isn't upto the mark—"

"Then instruct them instead of firing people and causing terror."

Alhaitham was the Acting Grand Sage. He was the highest authority. He held dominance over every operation. However, domestic operations seemed to be the one field where he seemed to be rendered helpless at.

WRIOTHESLEY !

Fontaine, the land of mechas, tea parties, elegant dresses, and ofcourse downpours.

The bakery was warm, contrary to the cold weather outside, full of delightful scents of baked bread, steaming buns, delectable cookies and much more. The owner smiled to themselves, cleaning the top of glass display, content with what they had established.

The bell rang, signaling someone entering the bakery. Who in their right mind would come in this downpour? The owner took the appreance of the man soaked from head to toe, his black hair damp and a bit flattened, the overcoat hanging off his shoulders seemed heavy and dripped with water. His boots thudded against the floor as he approached the counter.

"...Your Grace!?" The owner sputtered at the sight of the Duke of the Meropide, a man who was as illusive as they came. "What brings you here?" The owner couldn't help but ask, seeing the man who braved the storm and was now in his store.

"I need your sweetest baked good. And please, stuff it with extra chocolate. Extra means extra. The Duke emphasied on the extra part.

"Yes but...if you don't mind me asking, why are you out here in such a weather?"

"Because my wife is craving something sweet. And that's an order as far as I know it," the Duke laughed, both from amusement and the fear of being murdered in cold blood by a woman 27 weeks into pregnancy.

"Oh."

"Oh indeed."

Wriothesley returned 30 minutes later, both proud and tired, "here love I got you the—"

You looked at him and sheepishly grinned "um i actually want your spicy BBQ ribs..."

...

Someone end him please.

NEUVILLETTE !

Neuvillette scribbled at the paperwork that piled up on his desk. Admistrative reforms, trade permits, policy amendment suggestions, court cases...

Tick tock tick tock

He glanced at the time. It was 8:30. He had strict orders to return home by 9. Non negotiable. After all his lovely wife said she would prep the best dinner date for the both of them and had been looking forward to it the entire week.

He couldn't help but smile the memory of her smile, her excited words as she explained her plans for the date, the different things she'd bake. It made his heart flutter. Neuvillette was a person unable to feel things — his position as the Chief Justice demanded that from him. Yet amidst all that, he enjoyed having a small space of comfort and familiarity he had created for himself. Just you and him. Nothing else.

Problem was—

8:35

"Monsieur Neuvillette, you've got these letters, some from the nobles, few from the common public." Sedene, the melusine receptionist reported, placing the heap of letters on his table.

8:40

"Monsieur, have you reviewed the case files for tomorrow? The board is asking for it." Sedene asked, waiting as he got up to retrieve the files.

He sighed, satisfied that he was finished with his duties for today. Now he could organize his space and still have time to get back home—

8:45.

"Monsieur! This needs your immediate approval! Its about amendment demands in the overseas trades by the foreign envoy"

Neuvillette wanted to pinch his nose. Seriously? How is it that the moment he fathoms the thought of some leisure...work finds its way to him? He was desperate to leave.

"Please tell them that my work hours are over and to come back in the morning." Neuvillette politely said.

"But they are not listening Monsieur—"

...sigh guess he had no choice.

He knew you would be furious. After all, he was 30 whole minutes later. Not one minute, not two but 30. As expected you were furious and it made fear and nervousness creep up his spine. The Iudex was a man of utmost authority. His judgement was absolute and his confidence was resolute.

Yet, all seemed to combust at the sight of you.

"Why?"

"Stubborn foreign envoy" he replied curtly, not beating around the bush.

You nodded before chuckling at his serious expression. "Relax honey, I am not going to skewer you with a fork."

Neuvillette exhaled in relief, "Thank god. Though I sincerely apologise my love."

"Oh no need. Just your company is enough" you smiled before going back to reheating the food.

Neuvillette didn't believe in falling in love twice. But hell he just did. With the same person that he devoted his heart to from the start.

ZHONGLI !

"Honey, you're going out, yes?' You called out to Zhongli, who was finishing up getting ready for the day.

"Yes dear," Your husband replied in a deep opulent tone, enough to make your knees buck every single time.

"Please get milk, eggs and meat on your way back...we are out of it and I won't be able to make stew with just vegetables," You peeped out from the kitchen. He smiled, "ofcourse. I'll be back by noon."

Zhongli had impeccable memory. He could recall every moment of every war from millenias ago. Yet a small voice nagged at his brain. He was forgetting something. What was he forgetting?

"Director Hu, am I forgetting something?"

Hu tao turned around, looking utterly baffled, "you? Forgetting something? That's impossible Zhongli."

Zhongli thought for a bit more before agreeing. Yeah, he never forgot anything. Maybe it was just him overthinking...

If only he had listen to all the alarms that warned him for what was about to come.

"I am home" Zhongli announced softly, taking off his shoes and stepping into the house.

"Welcome back!" You greeted him with the same warm smile the Lord of Contracts had grown to love. In his eyes, not even the mostly radiant Cor Lapis could match your radiance.

Then the dreaded question came.

"Did you get the groceries?"

pause. visible sweat drop.

So that was what he forgot.

"Um.." Zhongli sheepishly scratched at his cheek,* "...it seemed to have slipped my mind. You see dear, Director Hu needed my help with the funeral preparations and then Childe accompanied me to this ancient artifact stall where they were selling rather intriguing pieces—"

"So, you forgot groceries but bought artifacts?"

"..."

And for the first time in a thousand centuries, Deus Auri had to stare at a dinner full of artifacts after his beloved reprimanded him, saying "since artifacts are so important, might as well satisfy your hunger with them too."

a/n : IT IS FINALLY OUT. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE LAST YEAR AKANDOAUDS I had such a fun time writing this- and giggled so much. So i hope you giggled too. Have a good day/night smoochies my loves.

creds: @teaeodora , banner creds : hoyoverse

[teaeodora]

"IN THIS HOUSE, THE WIFE REIGNS SUPREME! "

a/n: am i back? or perhaps this is a mere illusion..

synopsis: when faced with their wife's wrath, even the mightiest men of the land are forced to comply.

contents: small anecdotes, maybe ooc diluc because once again I am bad at writing him??? implied!female, whipped men (why not?) loser coded cuties scared of their wifes, mentions of pregnancy (wriothesley), swearing (mild), fluff, i blanked out mid way writing this but it is what it is and i find it cute, self indulgent.

not proof read.

DILUC !

Master Diluc was always in control. After all he ran the biggest winery in the entirety of Tevyat. Ledgers, Budgets, Circulation of goods, transactions, loans — this man could do it all.

On paper, he was the perfect husband. He was secure in himself, didn't take anyone's incompetence and preferred a quiet life with you. What more can a man desire?

However, as the saying goes - nothing is perfect. So having Kaeya, his stepbrother's continuous coercion into drinking was the imperfect part of his life. It was ironic really, being the owner of a winery, he held a distaste for alcohol and preferred grape juice.

Yet today he sat in his own tavern, one glass down. How had he come to this? How did he magically end up with one whole glass of wine in his system, coursing through his veins? He had no recollection.

He half heartedly listened to Kaeya and Rosaria's conversation when his ears caught another conversation. Two customers talked about having "wife" troubles and how they regret marrying so suddenly.

It was almost as if his tongue had gained consciousness of its own and the word fell out of Diluc's mouth, "As a man, if you only love one woman and then married her immediately—"

"Master Diluc" Kaeya tried. TRIED to stop this man.*

"...then you're truly foolish," Diluc finished. The silence that came next was merely the calm before the storm.

"Is that so?" the voice spoke up from behind. If anyone held the world record of sobering up in a matter of seconds- it would be Diluc Ragvinder right now.

"So..are you clever..or foolish for loving and cherishing me?" You leaned in, eyes radiating the clear sign— one wrong move and the celebrated Dark Knight Hero would be straight into his grave.

Diluc blinked once, twice- before stammering out in a fit of panic "uh..uh yes..yes ofcourse, I am foolish," he quickly admitted.

That may have saved him for the couch tonight but Kaeya was certainly not going to let him live this down.

ALHAITHAM !

Alhaitham never hid the fact that he disliked being the Acting Grand Sage. The only positive part of the circumstance was that he had access to all the documents and he could analyse them all he wanted and leverage them to his favour in the future. If needed.

Thing was, now he had to oversee twice as many workers of the Akademiya and it was twice as grating at his nerves. He'd rather be rejecting applications into the Akademiya for his own amusement than be a leader. He was clear with he wanted — peace, quiet and stable income. Rest? He didn't care enough or purposefully tuned it out.

He was been a slight hardass to the employees, critiquing their work, pointing out alignment issues on documentation, muttering something on the lines of a 12 slab long relic being easier to decipher than this utterly mind numbimg report submitted by one of the freshers. He couldn't take it and reallocated the guy to some other department.

Now the others were worried of meeting the same fate. So desperate times called for desperate measures. You.

Alhaitham sat that day in his office, feeling uneasy. Why did it feel like something bad was going to happen?

Click. Click. Click.

Oh, he'd recognised that sound anywhere.

"I have heard that you are being a hard ass...to the employees..." you stood near his desk, foot tapping in a rhythmic motion, screaming "You better have a logical explanation"

Alhaitham gulped. Gulped. His adam's apple bobbing up and down in subtle apprehension. "Look, it is just that their work isn't upto the mark—"

"Then instruct them instead of firing people and causing terror."

Alhaitham was the Acting Grand Sage. He was the highest authority. He held dominance over every operation. However, domestic operations seemed to be the one field where he seemed to be rendered helpless at.

WRIOTHESLEY !

Fontaine, the land of mechas, tea parties, elegant dresses, and ofcourse downpours.

The bakery was warm, contrary to the cold weather outside, full of delightful scents of baked bread, steaming buns, delectable cookies and much more. The owner smiled to themselves, cleaning the top of glass display, content with what they had established.

The bell rang, signaling someone entering the bakery. Who in their right mind would come in this downpour? The owner took the appreance of the man soaked from head to toe, his black hair damp and a bit flattened, the overcoat hanging off his shoulders seemed heavy and dripped with water. His boots thudded against the floor as he approached the counter.

"...Your Grace!?" The owner sputtered at the sight of the Duke of the Meropide, a man who was as illusive as they came. "What brings you here?" The owner couldn't help but ask, seeing the man who braved the storm and was now in his store.

"I need your sweetest baked good. And please, stuff it with extra chocolate. Extra means extra. The Duke emphasied on the extra part.

"Yes but...if you don't mind me asking, why are you out here in such a weather?"

"Because my wife is craving something sweet. And that's an order as far as I know it," the Duke laughed, both from amusement and the fear of being murdered in cold blood by a woman 27 weeks into pregnancy.

"Oh."

"Oh indeed."

Wriothesley returned 30 minutes later, both proud and tired, "here love I got you the—"

You looked at him and sheepishly grinned "um i actually want your spicy BBQ ribs..."

...

Someone end him please.

NEUVILLETTE !

Neuvillette scribbled at the paperwork that piled up on his desk. Admistrative reforms, trade permits, policy amendment suggestions, court cases...

Tick tock tick tock

He glanced at the time. It was 8:30. He had strict orders to return home by 9. Non negotiable. After all his lovely wife said she would prep the best dinner date for the both of them and had been looking forward to it the entire week.

He couldn't help but smile the memory of her smile, her excited words as she explained her plans for the date, the different things she'd bake. It made his heart flutter. Neuvillette was a person unable to feel things — his position as the Chief Justice demanded that from him. Yet amidst all that, he enjoyed having a small space of comfort and familiarity he had created for himself. Just you and him. Nothing else.

Problem was—

8:35

"Monsieur Neuvillette, you've got these letters, some from the nobles, few from the common public." Sedene, the melusine receptionist reported, placing the heap of letters on his table.

8:40

"Monsieur, have you reviewed the case files for tomorrow? The board is asking for it." Sedene asked, waiting as he got up to retrieve the files.

He sighed, satisfied that he was finished with his duties for today. Now he could organize his space and still have time to get back home—

8:45.

"Monsieur! This needs your immediate approval! Its about amendment demands in the overseas trades by the foreign envoy"

Neuvillette wanted to pinch his nose. Seriously? How is it that the moment he fathoms the thought of some leisure...work finds its way to him? He was desperate to leave.

"Please tell them that my work hours are over and to come back in the morning." Neuvillette politely said.

"But they are not listening Monsieur—"

...sigh guess he had no choice.

He knew you would be furious. After all, he was 30 whole minutes later. Not one minute, not two but 30. As expected you were furious and it made fear and nervousness creep up his spine. The Iudex was a man of utmost authority. His judgement was absolute and his confidence was resolute.

Yet, all seemed to combust at the sight of you.

"Why?"

"Stubborn foreign envoy" he replied curtly, not beating around the bush.

You nodded before chuckling at his serious expression. "Relax honey, I am not going to skewer you with a fork."

Neuvillette exhaled in relief, "Thank god. Though I sincerely apologise my love."

"Oh no need. Just your company is enough" you smiled before going back to reheating the food.

Neuvillette didn't believe in falling in love twice. But hell he just did. With the same person that he devoted his heart to from the start.

ZHONGLI !

"Honey, you're going out, yes?' You called out to Zhongli, who was finishing up getting ready for the day.

"Yes dear," Your husband replied in a deep opulent tone, enough to make your knees buck every single time.

"Please get milk, eggs and meat on your way back...we are out of it and I won't be able to make stew with just vegetables," You peeped out from the kitchen. He smiled, "ofcourse. I'll be back by noon."

Zhongli had impeccable memory. He could recall every moment of every war from millenias ago. Yet a small voice nagged at his brain. He was forgetting something. What was he forgetting?

"Director Hu, am I forgetting something?"

Hu tao turned around, looking utterly baffled, "you? Forgetting something? That's impossible Zhongli."

Zhongli thought for a bit more before agreeing. Yeah, he never forgot anything. Maybe it was just him overthinking...

If only he had listen to all the alarms that warned him for what was about to come.

"I am home" Zhongli announced softly, taking off his shoes and stepping into the house.

"Welcome back!" You greeted him with the same warm smile the Lord of Contracts had grown to love. In his eyes, not even the mostly radiant Cor Lapis could match your radiance.

Then the dreaded question came.

"Did you get the groceries?"

pause. visible sweat drop.

So that was what he forgot.

"Um.." Zhongli sheepishly scratched at his cheek,* "...it seemed to have slipped my mind. You see dear, Director Hu needed my help with the funeral preparations and then Childe accompanied me to this ancient artifact stall where they were selling rather intriguing pieces—"

"So, you forgot groceries but bought artifacts?"

"..."

And for the first time in a thousand centuries, Deus Auri had to stare at a dinner full of artifacts after his beloved reprimanded him, saying "since artifacts are so important, might as well satisfy your hunger with them too."

a/n : IT IS FINALLY OUT. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE LAST YEAR AKANDOAUDS I had such a fun time writing this- and giggled so much. So i hope you giggled too. Have a good day/night smoochies my loves.

creds: @teaeodora , banner creds : hoyoverse

[teaeodora]

"IN THIS HOUSE, THE WIFE REIGNS SUPREME! "

a/n: am i back? or perhaps this is a mere illusion..

synopsis: when faced with their wife's wrath, even the mightiest men of the land are forced to comply.

contents: small anecdotes, maybe ooc diluc because once again I am bad at writing him??? implied!female, whipped men (why not?) loser coded cuties scared of their wifes, mentions of pregnancy (wriothesley), swearing (mild), fluff, i blanked out mid way writing this but it is what it is and i find it cute, self indulgent.

not proof read.

DILUC !

Master Diluc was always in control. After all he ran the biggest winery in the entirety of Tevyat. Ledgers, Budgets, Circulation of goods, transactions, loans — this man could do it all.

On paper, he was the perfect husband. He was secure in himself, didn't take anyone's incompetence and preferred a quiet life with you. What more can a man desire?

However, as the saying goes - nothing is perfect. So having Kaeya, his stepbrother's continuous coercion into drinking was the imperfect part of his life. It was ironic really, being the owner of a winery, he held a distaste for alcohol and preferred grape juice.

Yet today he sat in his own tavern, one glass down. How had he come to this? How did he magically end up with one whole glass of wine in his system, coursing through his veins? He had no recollection.

He half heartedly listened to Kaeya and Rosaria's conversation when his ears caught another conversation. Two customers talked about having "wife" troubles and how they regret marrying so suddenly.

It was almost as if his tongue had gained consciousness of its own and the word fell out of Diluc's mouth, "As a man, if you only love one woman and then married her immediately—"

"Master Diluc" Kaeya tried. TRIED to stop this man.*

"...then you're truly foolish," Diluc finished. The silence that came next was merely the calm before the storm.

"Is that so?" the voice spoke up from behind. If anyone held the world record of sobering up in a matter of seconds- it would be Diluc Ragvinder right now.

"So..are you clever..or foolish for loving and cherishing me?" You leaned in, eyes radiating the clear sign— one wrong move and the celebrated Dark Knight Hero would be straight into his grave.

Diluc blinked once, twice- before stammering out in a fit of panic "uh..uh yes..yes ofcourse, I am foolish," he quickly admitted.

That may have saved him for the couch tonight but Kaeya was certainly not going to let him live this down.

ALHAITHAM !

Alhaitham never hid the fact that he disliked being the Acting Grand Sage. The only positive part of the circumstance was that he had access to all the documents and he could analyse them all he wanted and leverage them to his favour in the future. If needed.

Thing was, now he had to oversee twice as many workers of the Akademiya and it was twice as grating at his nerves. He'd rather be rejecting applications into the Akademiya for his own amusement than be a leader. He was clear with he wanted — peace, quiet and stable income. Rest? He didn't care enough or purposefully tuned it out.

He was been a slight hardass to the employees, critiquing their work, pointing out alignment issues on documentation, muttering something on the lines of a 12 slab long relic being easier to decipher than this utterly mind numbimg report submitted by one of the freshers. He couldn't take it and reallocated the guy to some other department.

Now the others were worried of meeting the same fate. So desperate times called for desperate measures. You.

Alhaitham sat that day in his office, feeling uneasy. Why did it feel like something bad was going to happen?

Click. Click. Click.

Oh, he'd recognised that sound anywhere.

"I have heard that you are being a hard ass...to the employees..." you stood near his desk, foot tapping in a rhythmic motion, screaming "You better have a logical explanation"

Alhaitham gulped. Gulped. His adam's apple bobbing up and down in subtle apprehension. "Look, it is just that their work isn't upto the mark—"

"Then instruct them instead of firing people and causing terror."

Alhaitham was the Acting Grand Sage. He was the highest authority. He held dominance over every operation. However, domestic operations seemed to be the one field where he seemed to be rendered helpless at.

WRIOTHESLEY !

Fontaine, the land of mechas, tea parties, elegant dresses, and ofcourse downpours.

The bakery was warm, contrary to the cold weather outside, full of delightful scents of baked bread, steaming buns, delectable cookies and much more. The owner smiled to themselves, cleaning the top of glass display, content with what they had established.

The bell rang, signaling someone entering the bakery. Who in their right mind would come in this downpour? The owner took the appreance of the man soaked from head to toe, his black hair damp and a bit flattened, the overcoat hanging off his shoulders seemed heavy and dripped with water. His boots thudded against the floor as he approached the counter.

"...Your Grace!?" The owner sputtered at the sight of the Duke of the Meropide, a man who was as illusive as they came. "What brings you here?" The owner couldn't help but ask, seeing the man who braved the storm and was now in his store.

"I need your sweetest baked good. And please, stuff it with extra chocolate. Extra means extra. The Duke emphasied on the extra part.

"Yes but...if you don't mind me asking, why are you out here in such a weather?"

"Because my wife is craving something sweet. And that's an order as far as I know it," the Duke laughed, both from amusement and the fear of being murdered in cold blood by a woman 27 weeks into pregnancy.

"Oh."

"Oh indeed."

Wriothesley returned 30 minutes later, both proud and tired, "here love I got you the—"

You looked at him and sheepishly grinned "um i actually want your spicy BBQ ribs..."

...

Someone end him please.

NEUVILLETTE !

Neuvillette scribbled at the paperwork that piled up on his desk. Admistrative reforms, trade permits, policy amendment suggestions, court cases...

Tick tock tick tock

He glanced at the time. It was 8:30. He had strict orders to return home by 9. Non negotiable. After all his lovely wife said she would prep the best dinner date for the both of them and had been looking forward to it the entire week.

He couldn't help but smile the memory of her smile, her excited words as she explained her plans for the date, the different things she'd bake. It made his heart flutter. Neuvillette was a person unable to feel things — his position as the Chief Justice demanded that from him. Yet amidst all that, he enjoyed having a small space of comfort and familiarity he had created for himself. Just you and him. Nothing else.

Problem was—

8:35

"Monsieur Neuvillette, you've got these letters, some from the nobles, few from the common public." Sedene, the melusine receptionist reported, placing the heap of letters on his table.

8:40

"Monsieur, have you reviewed the case files for tomorrow? The board is asking for it." Sedene asked, waiting as he got up to retrieve the files.

He sighed, satisfied that he was finished with his duties for today. Now he could organize his space and still have time to get back home—

8:45.

"Monsieur! This needs your immediate approval! Its about amendment demands in the overseas trades by the foreign envoy"

Neuvillette wanted to pinch his nose. Seriously? How is it that the moment he fathoms the thought of some leisure...work finds its way to him? He was desperate to leave.

"Please tell them that my work hours are over and to come back in the morning." Neuvillette politely said.

"But they are not listening Monsieur—"

...sigh guess he had no choice.

He knew you would be furious. After all, he was 30 whole minutes later. Not one minute, not two but 30. As expected you were furious and it made fear and nervousness creep up his spine. The Iudex was a man of utmost authority. His judgement was absolute and his confidence was resolute.

Yet, all seemed to combust at the sight of you.

"Why?"

"Stubborn foreign envoy" he replied curtly, not beating around the bush.

You nodded before chuckling at his serious expression. "Relax honey, I am not going to skewer you with a fork."

Neuvillette exhaled in relief, "Thank god. Though I sincerely apologise my love."

"Oh no need. Just your company is enough" you smiled before going back to reheating the food.

Neuvillette didn't believe in falling in love twice. But hell he just did. With the same person that he devoted his heart to from the start.

ZHONGLI !

"Honey, you're going out, yes?' You called out to Zhongli, who was finishing up getting ready for the day.

"Yes dear," Your husband replied in a deep opulent tone, enough to make your knees buck every single time.

"Please get milk, eggs and meat on your way back...we are out of it and I won't be able to make stew with just vegetables," You peeped out from the kitchen. He smiled, "ofcourse. I'll be back by noon."

Zhongli had impeccable memory. He could recall every moment of every war from millenias ago. Yet a small voice nagged at his brain. He was forgetting something. What was he forgetting?

"Director Hu, am I forgetting something?"

Hu tao turned around, looking utterly baffled, "you? Forgetting something? That's impossible Zhongli."

Zhongli thought for a bit more before agreeing. Yeah, he never forgot anything. Maybe it was just him overthinking...

If only he had listen to all the alarms that warned him for what was about to come.

"I am home" Zhongli announced softly, taking off his shoes and stepping into the house.

"Welcome back!" You greeted him with the same warm smile the Lord of Contracts had grown to love. In his eyes, not even the mostly radiant Cor Lapis could match your radiance.

Then the dreaded question came.

"Did you get the groceries?"

pause. visible sweat drop.

So that was what he forgot.

"Um.." Zhongli sheepishly scratched at his cheek,* "...it seemed to have slipped my mind. You see dear, Director Hu needed my help with the funeral preparations and then Childe accompanied me to this ancient artifact stall where they were selling rather intriguing pieces—"

"So, you forgot groceries but bought artifacts?"

"..."

And for the first time in a thousand centuries, Deus Auri had to stare at a dinner full of artifacts after his beloved reprimanded him, saying "since artifacts are so important, might as well satisfy your hunger with them too."

a/n : IT IS FINALLY OUT. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE LAST YEAR AKANDOAUDS I had such a fun time writing this- and giggled so much. So i hope you giggled too. Have a good day/night smoochies my loves.

creds: @teaeodora , banner creds : hoyoverse

[teaeodora]

"IN THIS HOUSE, THE WIFE REIGNS SUPREME! "

a/n: am i back? or perhaps this is a mere illusion..

synopsis: when faced with their wife's wrath, even the mightiest men of the land are forced to comply.

contents: small anecdotes, maybe ooc diluc because once again I am bad at writing him??? implied!female, whipped men (why not?) loser coded cuties scared of their wifes, mentions of pregnancy (wriothesley), swearing (mild), fluff, i blanked out mid way writing this but it is what it is and i find it cute, self indulgent.

not proof read.

DILUC !

Master Diluc was always in control. After all he ran the biggest winery in the entirety of Tevyat. Ledgers, Budgets, Circulation of goods, transactions, loans — this man could do it all.

On paper, he was the perfect husband. He was secure in himself, didn't take anyone's incompetence and preferred a quiet life with you. What more can a man desire?

However, as the saying goes - nothing is perfect. So having Kaeya, his stepbrother's continuous coercion into drinking was the imperfect part of his life. It was ironic really, being the owner of a winery, he held a distaste for alcohol and preferred grape juice.

Yet today he sat in his own tavern, one glass down. How had he come to this? How did he magically end up with one whole glass of wine in his system, coursing through his veins? He had no recollection.

He half heartedly listened to Kaeya and Rosaria's conversation when his ears caught another conversation. Two customers talked about having "wife" troubles and how they regret marrying so suddenly.

It was almost as if his tongue had gained consciousness of its own and the word fell out of Diluc's mouth, "As a man, if you only love one woman and then married her immediately—"

"Master Diluc" Kaeya tried. TRIED to stop this man.*

"...then you're truly foolish," Diluc finished. The silence that came next was merely the calm before the storm.

"Is that so?" the voice spoke up from behind. If anyone held the world record of sobering up in a matter of seconds- it would be Diluc Ragvinder right now.

"So..are you clever..or foolish for loving and cherishing me?" You leaned in, eyes radiating the clear sign— one wrong move and the celebrated Dark Knight Hero would be straight into his grave.

Diluc blinked once, twice- before stammering out in a fit of panic "uh..uh yes..yes ofcourse, I am foolish," he quickly admitted.

That may have saved him for the couch tonight but Kaeya was certainly not going to let him live this down.

ALHAITHAM !

Alhaitham never hid the fact that he disliked being the Acting Grand Sage. The only positive part of the circumstance was that he had access to all the documents and he could analyse them all he wanted and leverage them to his favour in the future. If needed.

Thing was, now he had to oversee twice as many workers of the Akademiya and it was twice as grating at his nerves. He'd rather be rejecting applications into the Akademiya for his own amusement than be a leader. He was clear with he wanted — peace, quiet and stable income. Rest? He didn't care enough or purposefully tuned it out.

He was been a slight hardass to the employees, critiquing their work, pointing out alignment issues on documentation, muttering something on the lines of a 12 slab long relic being easier to decipher than this utterly mind numbimg report submitted by one of the freshers. He couldn't take it and reallocated the guy to some other department.

Now the others were worried of meeting the same fate. So desperate times called for desperate measures. You.

Alhaitham sat that day in his office, feeling uneasy. Why did it feel like something bad was going to happen?

Click. Click. Click.

Oh, he'd recognised that sound anywhere.

"I have heard that you are being a hard ass...to the employees..." you stood near his desk, foot tapping in a rhythmic motion, screaming "You better have a logical explanation"

Alhaitham gulped. Gulped. His adam's apple bobbing up and down in subtle apprehension. "Look, it is just that their work isn't upto the mark—"

"Then instruct them instead of firing people and causing terror."

Alhaitham was the Acting Grand Sage. He was the highest authority. He held dominance over every operation. However, domestic operations seemed to be the one field where he seemed to be rendered helpless at.

WRIOTHESLEY !

Fontaine, the land of mechas, tea parties, elegant dresses, and ofcourse downpours.

The bakery was warm, contrary to the cold weather outside, full of delightful scents of baked bread, steaming buns, delectable cookies and much more. The owner smiled to themselves, cleaning the top of glass display, content with what they had established.

The bell rang, signaling someone entering the bakery. Who in their right mind would come in this downpour? The owner took the appreance of the man soaked from head to toe, his black hair damp and a bit flattened, the overcoat hanging off his shoulders seemed heavy and dripped with water. His boots thudded against the floor as he approached the counter.

"...Your Grace!?" The owner sputtered at the sight of the Duke of the Meropide, a man who was as illusive as they came. "What brings you here?" The owner couldn't help but ask, seeing the man who braved the storm and was now in his store.

"I need your sweetest baked good. And please, stuff it with extra chocolate. Extra means extra. The Duke emphasied on the extra part.

"Yes but...if you don't mind me asking, why are you out here in such a weather?"

"Because my wife is craving something sweet. And that's an order as far as I know it," the Duke laughed, both from amusement and the fear of being murdered in cold blood by a woman 27 weeks into pregnancy.

"Oh."

"Oh indeed."

Wriothesley returned 30 minutes later, both proud and tired, "here love I got you the—"

You looked at him and sheepishly grinned "um i actually want your spicy BBQ ribs..."

...

Someone end him please.

NEUVILLETTE !

Neuvillette scribbled at the paperwork that piled up on his desk. Admistrative reforms, trade permits, policy amendment suggestions, court cases...

Tick tock tick tock

He glanced at the time. It was 8:30. He had strict orders to return home by 9. Non negotiable. After all his lovely wife said she would prep the best dinner date for the both of them and had been looking forward to it the entire week.

He couldn't help but smile the memory of her smile, her excited words as she explained her plans for the date, the different things she'd bake. It made his heart flutter. Neuvillette was a person unable to feel things — his position as the Chief Justice demanded that from him. Yet amidst all that, he enjoyed having a small space of comfort and familiarity he had created for himself. Just you and him. Nothing else.

Problem was—

8:35

"Monsieur Neuvillette, you've got these letters, some from the nobles, few from the common public." Sedene, the melusine receptionist reported, placing the heap of letters on his table.

8:40

"Monsieur, have you reviewed the case files for tomorrow? The board is asking for it." Sedene asked, waiting as he got up to retrieve the files.

He sighed, satisfied that he was finished with his duties for today. Now he could organize his space and still have time to get back home—

8:45.

"Monsieur! This needs your immediate approval! Its about amendment demands in the overseas trades by the foreign envoy"

Neuvillette wanted to pinch his nose. Seriously? How is it that the moment he fathoms the thought of some leisure...work finds its way to him? He was desperate to leave.

"Please tell them that my work hours are over and to come back in the morning." Neuvillette politely said.

"But they are not listening Monsieur—"

...sigh guess he had no choice.

He knew you would be furious. After all, he was 30 whole minutes later. Not one minute, not two but 30. As expected you were furious and it made fear and nervousness creep up his spine. The Iudex was a man of utmost authority. His judgement was absolute and his confidence was resolute.

Yet, all seemed to combust at the sight of you.

"Why?"

"Stubborn foreign envoy" he replied curtly, not beating around the bush.

You nodded before chuckling at his serious expression. "Relax honey, I am not going to skewer you with a fork."

Neuvillette exhaled in relief, "Thank god. Though I sincerely apologise my love."

"Oh no need. Just your company is enough" you smiled before going back to reheating the food.

Neuvillette didn't believe in falling in love twice. But hell he just did. With the same person that he devoted his heart to from the start.

ZHONGLI !

"Honey, you're going out, yes?' You called out to Zhongli, who was finishing up getting ready for the day.

"Yes dear," Your husband replied in a deep opulent tone, enough to make your knees buck every single time.

"Please get milk, eggs and meat on your way back...we are out of it and I won't be able to make stew with just vegetables," You peeped out from the kitchen. He smiled, "ofcourse. I'll be back by noon."

Zhongli had impeccable memory. He could recall every moment of every war from millenias ago. Yet a small voice nagged at his brain. He was forgetting something. What was he forgetting?

"Director Hu, am I forgetting something?"

Hu tao turned around, looking utterly baffled, "you? Forgetting something? That's impossible Zhongli."

Zhongli thought for a bit more before agreeing. Yeah, he never forgot anything. Maybe it was just him overthinking...

If only he had listen to all the alarms that warned him for what was about to come.

"I am home" Zhongli announced softly, taking off his shoes and stepping into the house.

"Welcome back!" You greeted him with the same warm smile the Lord of Contracts had grown to love. In his eyes, not even the mostly radiant Cor Lapis could match your radiance.

Then the dreaded question came.

"Did you get the groceries?"

pause. visible sweat drop.

So that was what he forgot.

"Um.." Zhongli sheepishly scratched at his cheek,* "...it seemed to have slipped my mind. You see dear, Director Hu needed my help with the funeral preparations and then Childe accompanied me to this ancient artifact stall where they were selling rather intriguing pieces—"

"So, you forgot groceries but bought artifacts?"

"..."

And for the first time in a thousand centuries, Deus Auri had to stare at a dinner full of artifacts after his beloved reprimanded him, saying "since artifacts are so important, might as well satisfy your hunger with them too."

a/n : IT IS FINALLY OUT. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE LAST YEAR AKANDOAUDS I had such a fun time writing this- and giggled so much. So i hope you giggled too. Have a good day/night smoochies my loves.

creds: @teaeodora , banner creds : hoyoverse

[teaeodora]

"IN THIS HOUSE, THE WIFE REIGNS SUPREME! "

a/n: am i back? or perhaps this is a mere illusion..

synopsis: when faced with their wife's wrath, even the mightiest men of the land are forced to comply.

contents: small anecdotes, maybe ooc diluc because once again I am bad at writing him??? implied!female, whipped men (why not?) loser coded cuties scared of their wifes, mentions of pregnancy (wriothesley), swearing (mild), fluff, i blanked out mid way writing this but it is what it is and i find it cute, self indulgent.

not proof read.

DILUC !

Master Diluc was always in control. After all he ran the biggest winery in the entirety of Tevyat. Ledgers, Budgets, Circulation of goods, transactions, loans — this man could do it all.

On paper, he was the perfect husband. He was secure in himself, didn't take anyone's incompetence and preferred a quiet life with you. What more can a man desire?

However, as the saying goes - nothing is perfect. So having Kaeya, his stepbrother's continuous coercion into drinking was the imperfect part of his life. It was ironic really, being the owner of a winery, he held a distaste for alcohol and preferred grape juice.

Yet today he sat in his own tavern, one glass down. How had he come to this? How did he magically end up with one whole glass of wine in his system, coursing through his veins? He had no recollection.

He half heartedly listened to Kaeya and Rosaria's conversation when his ears caught another conversation. Two customers talked about having "wife" troubles and how they regret marrying so suddenly.

It was almost as if his tongue had gained consciousness of its own and the word fell out of Diluc's mouth, "As a man, if you only love one woman and then married her immediately—"

"Master Diluc" Kaeya tried. TRIED to stop this man.*

"...then you're truly foolish," Diluc finished. The silence that came next was merely the calm before the storm.

"Is that so?" the voice spoke up from behind. If anyone held the world record of sobering up in a matter of seconds- it would be Diluc Ragvinder right now.

"So..are you clever..or foolish for loving and cherishing me?" You leaned in, eyes radiating the clear sign— one wrong move and the celebrated Dark Knight Hero would be straight into his grave.

Diluc blinked once, twice- before stammering out in a fit of panic "uh..uh yes..yes ofcourse, I am foolish," he quickly admitted.

That may have saved him for the couch tonight but Kaeya was certainly not going to let him live this down.

ALHAITHAM !

Alhaitham never hid the fact that he disliked being the Acting Grand Sage. The only positive part of the circumstance was that he had access to all the documents and he could analyse them all he wanted and leverage them to his favour in the future. If needed.

Thing was, now he had to oversee twice as many workers of the Akademiya and it was twice as grating at his nerves. He'd rather be rejecting applications into the Akademiya for his own amusement than be a leader. He was clear with he wanted — peace, quiet and stable income. Rest? He didn't care enough or purposefully tuned it out.

He was been a slight hardass to the employees, critiquing their work, pointing out alignment issues on documentation, muttering something on the lines of a 12 slab long relic being easier to decipher than this utterly mind numbimg report submitted by one of the freshers. He couldn't take it and reallocated the guy to some other department.

Now the others were worried of meeting the same fate. So desperate times called for desperate measures. You.

Alhaitham sat that day in his office, feeling uneasy. Why did it feel like something bad was going to happen?

Click. Click. Click.

Oh, he'd recognised that sound anywhere.

"I have heard that you are being a hard ass...to the employees..." you stood near his desk, foot tapping in a rhythmic motion, screaming "You better have a logical explanation"

Alhaitham gulped. Gulped. His adam's apple bobbing up and down in subtle apprehension. "Look, it is just that their work isn't upto the mark—"

"Then instruct them instead of firing people and causing terror."

Alhaitham was the Acting Grand Sage. He was the highest authority. He held dominance over every operation. However, domestic operations seemed to be the one field he seemed to be rendered helpless at.

WRIOTHESLEY !

Fontaine, the land of mechas, tea parties, elegant dresses, and ofcourse downpours.

The bakery was warm, contrary to the cold weather outside, full of delightful scents of baked bread, steaming buns, delectable cookies and much more. The owner smiled to themselves, cleaning the top of glass display, content with what they had established.

The bell rang, signaling someone entering the bakery. Who in their right mind would come in this downpour? The owner took the appreance of the man soaked from head to toe, his black hair damp and a bit flattened, the overcoat hanging off his shoulders seemed heavy and dripped with water. His boots thudded against the floor as he approached the counter.

"...Your Grace!?" The owner sputtered at the sight of the Duke of the Meropide, a man who was as illusive as they came. "What brings you here?" The owner couldn't help but ask, seeing the man who braved the storm and was now in his store.

"I need your sweetest baked good. And please, stuff it with extra chocolate. Extra means extra. The Duke emphasied on the extra part.

"Yes but...if you don't mind me asking, why are you out here in such a weather?"

"Because my wife is craving something sweet. And that's an order as far as I know it," the Duke laughed, both from amusement and the fear of being murdered in cold blood by a woman 27 weeks into pregnancy.

"Oh."

"Oh indeed."

Wriothesley returned 30 minutes later, both proud and tired, "here love I got you the—"

You looked at him and sheepishly grinned "um i actually want your spicy BBQ ribs..."

...

Someone end him please.

NEUVILLETTE !

Neuvillette scribbled at the paperwork that piled up on his desk. Admistrative reforms, trade permits, policy amendment suggestions, court cases...

Tick tock tick tock

He glanced at the time. It was 8:30. He had strict orders to return home by 9. Non negotiable. After all his lovely wife said she would prep the best dinner date for the both of them and had been looking forward to it the entire week.

He couldn't help but smile the memory of her smile, her excited words as she explained her plans for the date, the different things she'd bake. It made his heart flutter. Neuvillette was a person unable to feel things — his position as the Chief Justice demanded that from him. Yet amidst all that, he enjoyed having a small space of comfort and familiarity he had created for himself. Just you and him. Nothing else.

Problem was—

8:35

"Monsieur Neuvillette, you've got these letters, some from the nobles, few from the common public." Sedene, the melusine receptionist reported, placing the heap of letters on his table.

8:40

"Monsieur, have you reviewed the case files for tomorrow? The board is asking for it." Sedene asked, waiting as he got up to retrieve the files.

He sighed, satisfied that he was finished with his duties for today. Now he could organize his space and still have time to get back home—

8:45.

"Monsieur! This needs your immediate approval! Its about amendment demands in the overseas trades by the foreign envoy"

Neuvillette wanted to pinch his nose. Seriously? How is it that the moment he fathoms the thought of some leisure...work finds its way to him? He was desperate to leave.

"Please tell them that my work hours are over and to come back in the morning." Neuvillette politely said.

"But they are not listening Monsieur—"

...sigh guess he had no choice.

He knew you would be furious. After all, he was 30 whole minutes later. Not one minute, not two but 30. As expected you were furious and it made fear and nervousness creep up his spine. The Iudex was a man of utmost authority. His judgement was absolute and his confidence was resolute.

Yet, all seemed to combust at the sight of you.

"Why?"

"Stubborn foreign envoy" he replied curtly, not beating around the bush.

You nodded before chuckling at his serious expression. "Relax honey, I am not going to skewer you with a fork."

Neuvillette exhaled in relief, "Thank god. Though I sincerely apologise my love."

"Oh no need. Just your company is enough" you smiled before going back to reheating the food.

Neuvillette didn't believing in falling in love twice. But hell he just did. With the same person that he devoted his heart to from the start.

ZHONGLI !

"Honey, you're going out, yes?' You called out to Zhongli, who was finishing up getting ready for the day.

"Yes dear," Your husband replied in deep opulent tone, enough to make your knees buck every single time.

"Please get milk, eggs and meat on your way back...we are out of it and I won't be able to make stew with just vegetables," You peeped out from the kitchen. He smiled, "ofcourse. I'll be back by noon."

Zhongli had impeccable memory. He could recall every moment of every war from millenias ago. Yet a small voice nagged at his brain. He was forgetting something. What was he forgetting?

"Director Hu, am I forgetting something?"

Hu tao turned around, looking utterly baffled, "you? Forgetting something? That's impossible Zhongli."

Zhongli thought for a bit more before agreeing. Yeah, he never forgot anything. Maybe it was just him overthinking...

If only he had listen to all the alarms that warned him for what was about to come.

"I am home" Zhongli announced softly, taking off his shoes and stepping into the house.

"Welcome back!" You greeted him with the same warm smile the Lord of Contracts had grown to love. In his eyes, not even the mostly radiant Cor Lapis could match your radiance.

Then the dreaded question came.

"Did you get the groceries?"

pause. visible sweat drop.

So that was what he forgot.

"Um.." Zhongli sheepishly scratched at his cheek,* "...it seemed to have slipped my mind. You see dear, Director Hu needed my help with the funeral preparations and then Childe accompanied me to this ancient artifact stall where they were selling rather intriguing pieces—"

"So, you forgot groceries but bought artifacts?"

"..."

And for the first time in a thousand centuries, Deus Auri had to stare at a dinner full of artifacts after his beloved reprimanded him, saying "since artifacts are so important, might as well satisfy your hunger with it too."

a/n : IT IS FINALLY OUT. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE LAST YEAR AKANDOAUDS I had such a fun time writing this- and giggled so much. So i hope you giggled too. Have a good day/night smoochies my loves.

creds: @teaeodora , banner creds : hoyoverse

[teaeodora]

"IN THIS HOUSE, THE WIFE REIGNS SUPREME! "

a/n: am i back? or perhaps this is a mere illusion..

synopsis: when faced with their wife's wrath, even the mightiest men of the land are forced to comply.

contents: small anecdotes, maybe ooc diluc because once again I am bad at writing him??? implied!female, whipped men (why not?) loser coded cuties scared of their wifes, mentions of pregnancy (wriothesley), swearing (mild), fluff, i blanked out mid way writing this but it is what it is and i find it cute, self indulgent.

not proof read.

DILUC !

Master Diluc was always in control. After all he ran the biggest winery in the entirety of Tevyat. Ledgers, Budgets, Circulation of goods, transactions, loans — this man could do it all.

On paper, he was the perfect husband. He was secure in himself, didn't take anyone's incompetence and preferred a quiet life with you. What more can a man desire?

However, as the saying goes - nothing is perfect. So having Kaeya, his stepbrother's continuous coercion into drinking was the imperfect part of his life. It was ironic really, being the owner of a winery, he held a distaste for alcohol and preferred grape juice.

Yet today he sat in his own tavern, one glass down. How had he come to this? How did he magically end up with one whole glass of wine in his system, coursing through his veins? He had no recollection.

He half heartedly listened to Kaeya and Rosaria's conversation when his ears caught another conversation. Two customers talked about having "wife" troubles and how they regret marrying so suddenly.

It was almost as if his tongue had gained consciousness of its own and the word fell out of Diluc's mouth, "As a man, if you only love one woman and then married her immediately—"

"Master Diluc" Kaeya tried. TRIED to stop this man.*

"...then you're truly foolish," Diluc finished. The silence that came next was merely the calm before the storm.

"Is that so?" the voice spoke up from behind. If anyone held the world record of sobering up in a matter of seconds- it would be Diluc Ragvinder right now.

"So..are you clever..or foolish for loving and cherishing me?" You leaned in, eyes radiating the clear sign— one wrong move and the celebrated Dark Knight Hero would be straight into his grave.

Diluc blinked once, twice- before stammering out in a fit of panic "uh..uh yes..yes ofcourse, I am foolish," he quickly admitted.

That may have saved him for the couch tonight but Kaeya was certainly not going to let him live this down.

ALHAITHAM !

Alhaitham never hid the fact that he disliked being the Acting Grand Sage. The only positive part of the circumstance was that he had access to all the documents and he could analyse them all he wanted and leverage them to his favour in the future. If needed.

Thing was, now he had to oversee twice as many workers of the Akademiya and it was twice as grating at his nerves. He'd rather be rejecting applications into the Akademiya for his own amusement than be a leader. He was clear with he wanted — peace, quiet and stable income. Rest? He didn't care enough or purposefully tuned it out.

He was been a slight hardass to the employees, critiquing their work, pointing out alignment issues on documentation, muttering something on the lines of a 12 slab long relic being easier to decipher than this utterly mind numbimg report submitted by one of the freshers. He couldn't take it and reallocated the guy to some other department.

Now the others were worried of meeting the same fate. So desperate times called for desperate measures. You.

Alhaitham sat that day in his office, feeling uneasy. Why did it feel like something bad was going to happen?

Click. Click. Click.

Oh, he'd recognised that sound anywhere.

"I have heard that you are being a hard ass...to the employees..." you stood near his desk, foot tapping in a rhythmic motion, screaming "You better have a logical explanation"

Alhaitham gulped. Gulped. His adam's apple bobbing up and down in subtle apprehension. "Look, it is just that their work isn't upto the mark—"

"Then instruct them instead of firing people and causing terror."

Alhaitham was the Acting Grand Sage. He was the highest authority. He held dominance over every operation. However, domestic operations seemed to be the one field he seemed to be rendered helpless at.

WRIOTHESLEY !

Fontaine, the land of mechas, tea parties, elegant dresses, and ofcourse downpours.

The bakery was warm, contrary to the cold weather outside, full of delightful scents of baked bread, steaming buns, delectable cookies and much more. The owner smiled to themselves, cleaning the top of glass display, content with what they had established.

The bell rang, signaling someone entering the bakery. Who in their right mind would come in this downpour? The owner took the appreance of the man soaked from head to toe, his black hair damp and a bit flattened, the overcoat hanging off his shoulders seemed heavy and dripped with water. His boots thudded against the floor as he approached the counter.

"...Your Grace!?" The owner sputtered at the sight of the Duke of the Meropide, a man who was as illusive as they came. "What brings you here?" The owner couldn't help but ask, seeing the man who braved the storm and was now in his store.

"I need your sweetest baked good. And please, stuff it with extra chocolate. Extra means extra. The Duke emphasied on the extra part.

"Yes but...if you don't mind me asking, why are you out here in such a weather?"

"Because my wife is craving something sweet. And that's an order as far as I know it," the Duke laughed, both from amusement and the fear of being murdered in cold blood by a woman 27 weeks into pregnancy.

"Oh."

"Oh indeed."

Wriothesley returned 30 minutes later, both proud and tired, "here love I got you the—"

You looked at him and sheepishly grinned "um i actually want your spicy BBQ ribs..."

...

Someone end him please.

NEUVILLETTE !

Neuvillette scribbled at the paperwork that piled up on his desk. Admistrative reforms, trade permits, policy amendment suggestions, court cases...

Tick tock tick tock

He glanced at the time. It was 8:30. He had strict orders to return home by 9. Non negotiable. After all his lovely wife said she would prep the best dinner date for the both of them and had been looking forward to it the entire week.

He couldn't help but smile the memory of her smile, her excited words as she explained her plans for the date, the different things she'd bake. It made his heart flutter. Neuvillette was a person unable to feel things — his position as the Chief Justice demanded that from him. Yet amidst all that, he enjoyed having a small space of comfort and familiarity he had created for himself. Just you and him. Nothing else.

Problem was—

8:35

"Monsieur Neuvillette, you've got these letters, some from the nobles, few from the common public." Sedene, the melusine receptionist reported, placing the heap of letters on his table.

8:40

"Monsieur, have you reviewed the case files for tomorrow? The board is asking for it." Sedene asked, waiting as he got up to retrieve the files.

He sighed, satisfied that he was finished with his duties for today. Now he could organize his space and still have time to get back home—

8:45.

"Monsieur! This needs your immediate approval! Its about amendment demands in the overseas trades by the foreign envoy"

Neuvillette wanted to pinch his nose. Seriously? How is it that the moment he fathoms the thought of some leisure...work finds its way to him? He was desperate to leave.

"Please tell them that my work hours are over and to come back in the morning." Neuvillette politely said.

"But they are not listening Monsieur—"

...sigh guess he had no choice.

He knew you would be furious. After all, he was 30 whole minutes later. Not one minute, not two but 30. As expected you were furious and it made fear and nervousness creep up his spine. The Iudex was a man of utmost authority. His judgement was absolute and his confidence was resolute.

Yet, all seemed to combust at the sight of you.

"Why?"

"Stubborn foreign envoy" he replied curtly, not beating around the bush.

You nodded before chuckling at his serious expression. "Relax honey, I am not going to skewer you with a fork."

Neuvillette exhaled in relief, "Thank god. Though I sincerely apologise my love."

"Oh no need. Just your company is enough" you smiled before going back to reheating the food.

Neuvillette didn't believing in falling in love twice. But hell he just did. With the same person that he devoted his heart to from the start.

ZHONGLI !

"Honey, you're going out, yes?' You called out to Zhongli, who was finishing up getting ready for the day.

"Yes dear," Your husband replied in deep opulent tone, enough to make your knees buck every single time.

"Please get milk, eggs and meat on your way back...we are out of it and I won't be able to make stew with just vegetables," You peeped out from the kitchen. He smiled, "ofcourse. I'll be back by noon."

Zhongli had impeccable memory. He could recall every moment of every war from millenias ago. Yet a small voice nagged at his brain. He was forgetting something. What was he forgetting?

"Director Hu, am I forgetting something?"

Hu tao turned around, looking utterly baffled, "you? Forgetting something? That's impossible Zhongli."

Zhongli thought for a bit more before agreeing. Yeah, he never forgot anything. Maybe it was just him overthinking...

If only he had listen to all the alarms that warned him for what was about to come.

"I am home" Zhongli announced softly, taking off his shoes and stepping into the house.

"Welcome back!" You greeted him with the same warm smile the Lord of Contracts had grown to love. In his eyes, not even the mostly radiant Cor Lapis could match your radiance.

Then the dreaded question came.

"Did you get the groceries?"

pause. visible sweat drop.

So that was what he forgot.

"Um.." Zhongli sheepishly scratched at his cheek,* "...it seemed to have slipped my mind. You see dear, Director Hu needed my help with the funeral preparations and then Childe accompanied me to this ancient artifact stall where they were selling rather intriguing pieces—"

"So, you forgot groceries but bought artifacts?"

"..."

And for the first time in a thousand centuries, Deus Auri had to stare at a dinner full of artifacts after his beloved reprimanded him, saying "since artifacts are so important, might as well satisfy your hunger with it too."

a/n : IT IS FINALLY OUT. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE LAST YEAR AKANDOAUDS I had such a fun time writing this- and giggled so much. So i hope you giggled too. Have a good day/night smoochies my loves.

creds: @teaeodora , banner creds : hoyoverse

[teaeodora]

"IN THIS HOUSE, THE WIFE REIGNS SUPREME! "

a/n: am i back? or perhaps this is a mere illusion..

synopsis: when faced with their wife's wrath, even the mightiest men of the land are forced to comply.

contents: small anecdotes, maybe ooc diluc because once again I am bad at writing him??? implied!female, whipped men (why not?) loser coded cuties scared of their wifes, mentions of pregnancy (wriothesley), swearing (mild), fluff, i blanked out mid way writing this but it is what it is and i find it cute, self indulgent.

not proof read.

DILUC !

Master Diluc was always in control. After all he ran the biggest winery in the entirety of Tevyat. Ledgers, Budgets, Circulation of goods, transactions, loans — this man could do it all.

On paper, he was the perfect husband. He was secure in himself, didn't take anyone's incompetence and preferred a quiet life with you. What more can a man desire?

However, as the saying goes - nothing is perfect. So having Kaeya, his stepbrother's continuous coercion into drinking was the imperfect part of his life. It was ironic really, being the owner of a winery, he held a distaste for alcohol and preferred grape juice.

Yet today he sat in his own tavern, one glass down. How had he come to this? How did he magically end up with one whole glass of wine in his system, coursing through his veins? He had no recollection.

He half heartedly listened to Kaeya and Rosaria's conversation when his ears caught another conversation. Two customers talked about having "wife" troubles and how they regret marrying so suddenly.

It was almost as if his tongue had gained consciousness of its own and the word fell out of Diluc's mouth, "As a man, if you only love one woman and then married her immediately—"

"Master Diluc" Kaeya tried. TRIED to stop this man.*

"...then you're truly foolish," Diluc finished. The silence that came next was merely the calm before the storm.

"Is that so?" the voice spoke up from behind. If anyone held the world record of sobering up in a matter of seconds- it would be Diluc Ragvinder right now.

"So..are you clever..or foolish for loving and cherishing me?" You leaned in, eyes radiating the clear sign— one wrong move and the celebrated Dark Knight Hero would be straight into his grave.

Diluc blinked once, twice- before stammering out in a fit of panic "uh..uh yes..yes ofcourse, I am foolish," he quickly admitted.

That may have saved him for the couch tonight but Kaeya was certainly not going to let him live this down.

ALHAITHAM !

Alhaitham never hid the fact that he disliked being the Acting Grand Sage. The only positive part of the circumstance was that he had access to all the documents and he could analyse them all he wanted and leverage them to his favour in the future. If needed.

Thing was, now he had to oversee twice as many workers of the Akademiya and it was twice as grating at his nerves. He'd rather be rejecting applications into the Akademiya for his own amusement than be a leader. He was clear with he wanted — peace, quiet and stable income. Rest? He didn't care enough or purposefully tuned it out.

He was been a slight hardass to the employees, critiquing their work, pointing out alignment issues on documentation, muttering something on the lines of a 12 slab long relic being easier to decipher than this utterly mind numbimg report submitted by one of the freshers. He couldn't take it and reallocated the guy to some other department.

Now the others were worried of meeting the same fate. So desperate times called for desperate measures. You.

Alhaitham sat that day in his office, feeling uneasy. Why did it feel like something bad was going to happen?

Click. Click. Click.

Oh, he'd recognised that sound anywhere.

"I have heard that you are being a hard ass...to the employees..." you stood near his desk, foot tapping in a rhythmic motion, screaming "You better have a logical explanation"

Alhaitham gulped. Gulped. His adam's apple bobbing up and down in subtle apprehension. "Look, it is just that their work isn't upto the mark—"

"Then instruct them instead of firing people and causing terror."

Alhaitham was the Acting Grand Sage. He was the highest authority. He held dominance over every operation. However, domestic operations seemed to be the one field he seemed to be rendered helpless at.

WRIOTHESLEY !

Fontaine, the land of mechas, tea parties, elegant dresses, and ofcourse downpours.

The bakery was warm, contrary to the cold weather outside, full of delightful scents of baked bread, steaming buns, delectable cookies and much more. The owner smiled to themselves, cleaning the top of glass display, content with what they had established.

The bell rang, signaling someone entering the bakery. Who in their right mind would come in this downpour? The owner took the appreance of the man soaked from head to toe, his black hair damp and a bit flattened, the overcoat hanging off his shoulders seemed heavy and dripped with water. His boots thudded against the floor as he approached the counter.

"...Your Grace!?" The owner sputtered at the sight of the Duke of the Meropide, a man who was as illusive as they came. "What brings you here?" The owner couldn't help but ask, seeing the man who braved the storm and was now in his store.

"I need your sweetest baked good. And please, stuff it with extra chocolate. Extra means extra. The Duke emphasied on the extra part.

"Yes but...if you don't mind me asking, why are you out here in such a weather?"

"Because my wife is craving something sweet. And that's an order as far as I know it," the Duke laughed, both from amusement and the fear of being murdered in cold blood by a woman 27 weeks into pregnancy.

"Oh."

"Oh indeed."

Wriothesley returned 30 minutes later, both proud and tired, "here love I got you the—"

You looked at him and sheepishly grinned "um i actually want your spicy BBQ ribs..."

...

Someone end him please.

NEUVILLETTE !

Neuvillette scribbled at the paperwork that piled up on his desk. Admistrative reforms, trade permits, policy amendment suggestions, court cases...

Tick tock tick tock

He glanced at the time. It was 8:30. He had strict orders to return home by 9. Non negotiable. After all his lovely wife said she would prep the best dinner date for the both of them and had been looking forward to it the entire week.

He couldn't help but smile the memory of her smile, her excited words as she explained her plans for the date, the different things she'd bake. It made his heart flutter. Neuvillette was a person unable to feel things — his position as the Chief Justice demanded that from him. Yet amidst all that, he enjoyed having a small space of comfort and familiarity he had created for himself. Just you and him. Nothing else.

Problem was—

8:35

"Monsieur Neuvillette, you've got these letters, some from the nobles, few from the common public." Sedene, the melusine receptionist reported, placing the heap of letters on his table.

8:40

"Monsieur, have you reviewed the case files for tomorrow? The board is asking for it." Sedene asked, waiting as he got up to retrieve the files.

He sighed, satisfied that he was finished with his duties for today. Now he could organize his space and still have time to get back home—

8:45.

"Monsieur! This needs your immediate approval! Its about amendment demands in the overseas trades by the foreign envoy"

Neuvillette wanted to pinch his nose. Seriously? How is it that the moment he fathoms the thought of some leisure...work finds its way to him? He was desperate to leave.

"Please tell them that my work hours are over and to come back in the morning." Neuvillette politely said.

"But they are not listening Monsieur—"

...sigh guess he had no choice.

He knew you would be furious. After all, he was 30 whole minutes later. Not one minute, not two but 30. As expected you were furious and it made fear and nervousness creep up his spine. The Iudex was a man of utmost authority. His judgement was absolute and his confidence was resolute.

Yet, all seemed to combust at the sight of you.

"Why?"

"Stubborn foreign envoy" he replied curtly, not beating around the bush.

You nodded before chuckling at his serious expression. "Relax honey, I am not going to skewer you with a fork."

Neuvillette exhaled in relief, "Thank god. Though I sincerely apologise my love."

"Oh no need. Just your company is enough" you smiled before going back to reheating the food.

Neuvillette didn't believing in falling in love twice. But hell he just did. With the same person that he devoted his heart to from the start.

ZHONGLI !

"Honey, you're going out, yes?' You called out to Zhongli, who was finishing up getting ready for the day.

"Yes dear," Your husband replied in deep opulent tone, enough to make your knees buck every single time.

"Please get milk, eggs and meat on your way back...we are out of it and I won't be able to make stew with just vegetables," You peeped out from the kitchen. He smiled, "ofcourse. I'll be back by noon."

Zhongli had impeccable memory. He could recall every moment of every war from millenias ago. Yet a small voice nagged at his brain. He was forgetting something. What was he forgetting?

"Director Hu, am I forgetting something?"

Hu tao turned around, looking utterly baffled, "you? Forgetting something? That's impossible Zhongli."

Zhongli thought for a bit more before agreeing. Yeah, he never forgot anything. Maybe it was just him overthinking...

If only he had listen to all the alarms that warned him for what was about to come.

"I am home" Zhongli announced softly, taking off his shoes and stepping into the house.

"Welcome back!" You greeted him with the same warm smile the Lord of Contracts had grown to love. In his eyes, not even the mostly radiant Cor Lapis could match your radiance.

Then the dreaded question came.

"Did you get the groceries?"

pause. visible sweat drop.

So that was what he forgot.

"Um.." Zhongli sheepishly scratched at his cheek,* "...it seemed to have slipped my mind. You see dear, Director Hu needed my help with the funeral preparations and then Childe accompanied me to this ancient artifact stall where they were selling rather intriguing pieces—"

"So, you forgot groceries but bought artifacts?"

"..."

And for the first time in a thousand centuries, Deus Auri had to stare at a dinner full of artifacts after his beloved reprimanded him, saying "since artifacts are so important, might as well satisfy your hunger with it too."

a/n : IT IS FINALLY OUT. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE LAST YEAR AKANDOAUDS I had such a fun time writing this- and giggled so much. So i hope you giggled too. Have a good day/night smoochies my loves.

creds: @teaeodora , banner creds : hoyoverse

[teaeodora]

"IN THIS HOUSE, THE WIFE REIGNS SUPREME! "

a/n: am i back? or perhaps this is a mere illusion..

synopsis: when faced with their wife's wrath, even the mightiest men of the land are forced to comply.

contents: small anecdotes, maybe ooc diluc because once again I am bad at writing him??? implied!female, whipped men (why not?) loser coded cuties scared of their wifes, mentions of pregnancy (wriothesley), swearing (mild), fluff, i blanked out mid way writing this but it is what it is and i find it cute, self indulgent.

not proof read.

DILUC !

Master Diluc was always in control. After all he ran the biggest winery in the entirety of Tevyat. Ledgers, Budgets, Circulation of goods, transactions, loans — this man could do it all.

On paper, he was the perfect husband. He was secure in himself, didn't take anyone's incompetence and preferred a quiet life with you. What more can a man desire?

However, as the saying goes - nothing is perfect. So having Kaeya, his stepbrother's continuous coercion into drinking was the imperfect part of his life. It was ironic really, being the owner of a winery, he held a distaste for alcohol and preferred grape juice.

Yet today he sat in his own tavern, one glass down. How had he come to this? How did he magically end up with one whole glass of wine in his system, coursing through his veins? He had no recollection.

He half heartedly listened to Kaeya and Rosaria's conversation when his ears caught another conversation. Two customers talked about having "wife" troubles and how they regret marrying so suddenly.

It was almost as if his tongue had gained consciousness of its own and the word fell out of Diluc's mouth, "As a man, if you only love one woman and then married her immediately—"

"Master Diluc" Kaeya tried. TRIED to stop this man.*

"...then you're truly foolish," Diluc finished. The silence that came next was merely the calm before the storm.

"Is that so?" the voice spoke up from behind. If anyone held the world record of sobering up in a matter of seconds- it would be Diluc Ragvinder right now.

"So..are you clever..or foolish for loving and cherishing me?" You leaned in, eyes radiating the clear sign— one wrong move and the celebrated Dark Knight Hero would be straight into his grave.

Diluc blinked once, twice- before stammering out in a fit of panic "uh..uh yes..yes ofcourse, I am foolish," he quickly admitted.

That may have saved him for the couch tonight but Kaeya was certainly not going to let him live this down.

ALHAITHAM !

Alhaitham never hid the fact that he disliked being the Acting Grand Sage. The only positive part of the circumstance was that he had access to all the documents and he could analyse them all he wanted and leverage them to his favour in the future. If needed.

Thing was, now he had to oversee twice as many workers of the Akademiya and it was twice as grating at his nerves. He'd rather be rejecting applications into the Akademiya for his own amusement than be a leader. He was clear with he wanted — peace, quiet and stable income. Rest? He didn't care enough or purposefully tuned it out.

He was been a slight hardass to the employees, critiquing their work, pointing out alignment issues on documentation, muttering something on the lines of a 12 slab long relic being easier to decipher than this utterly mind numbimg report submitted by one of the freshers. He couldn't take it and reallocated the guy to some other department.

Now the others were worried of meeting the same fate. So desperate times called for desperate measures. You.

Alhaitham sat that day in his office, feeling uneasy. Why did it feel like something bad was going to happen?

Click. Click. Click.

Oh, he'd recognised that sound anywhere.

"I have heard that you are being a hard ass...to the employees..." you stood near his desk, foot tapping in a rhythmic motion, screaming "You better have a logical explanation"

Alhaitham gulped. Gulped. His adam's apple bobbing up and down in subtle apprehension. "Look, it is just that their work isn't upto the mark—"

"Then instruct them instead of firing people and causing terror."

Alhaitham was the Acting Grand Sage. He was the highest authority. He held dominance over every operation. However, domestic operations seemed to be the one field he seemed to be rendered helpless at.

WRIOTHESLEY !

Fontaine, the land of mechas, tea parties, elegant dresses, and ofcourse downpours.

The bakery was warm, contrary to the cold weather outside, full of delightful scents of baked bread, steaming buns, delectable cookies and much more. The owner smiled to themselves, cleaning the top of glass display, content with what they had established.

The bell rang, signaling someone entering the bakery. Who in their right mind would come in this downpour? The owner took the appreance of the man soaked from head to toe, his black hair damp and a bit flattened, the overcoat hanging off his shoulders seemed heavy and dripped with water. His boots thudded against the floor as he approached the counter.

"...Your Grace!?" The owner sputtered at the sight of the Duke of the Meropide, a man who was as illusive as they came. "What brings you here?" The owner couldn't help but ask, seeing the man who braved the storm and was now in his store.

"I need your sweetest baked good. And please, stuff it with extra chocolate. Extra means extra. The Duke emphasied on the extra part.

"Yes but...if you don't mind me asking, why are you out here in such a weather?"

"Because my wife is craving something sweet. And that's an order as far as I know it," the Duke laughed, both from amusement and the fear of being murdered in cold blood by a woman 27 weeks into pregnancy.

"Oh."

"Oh indeed."

Wriothesley returned 30 minutes later, both proud and tired, "here love I got you the—"

You looked at him and sheepishly grinned "um i actually want your spicy BBQ ribs..."

...

Someone end him please.

NEUVILLETTE !

Neuvillette scribbled at the paperwork that piled up on his desk. Admistrative reforms, trade permits, policy amendment suggestions, court cases...

Tick tock tick tock

He glanced at the time. It was 8:30. He had strict orders to return home by 9. Non negotiable. After all his lovely wife said she would prep the best dinner date for the both of them and had been looking forward to it the entire week.

He couldn't help but smile the memory of her smile, her excited words as she explained her plans for the date, the different things she'd bake. It made his heart flutter. Neuvillette was a person unable to feel things — his position as the Chief Justice demanded that from him. Yet amidst all that, he enjoyed having a small space of comfort and familiarity he had created for himself. Just you and him. Nothing else.

Problem was—

8:35

"Monsieur Neuvillette, you've got these letters, some from the nobles, few from the common public." Sedene, the melusine receptionist reported, placing the heap of letters on his table.

8:40

"Monsieur, have you reviewed the case files for tomorrow? The board is asking for it." Sedene asked, waiting as he got up to retrieve the files.

He sighed, satisfied that he was finished with his duties for today. Now he could organize his space and still have time to get back home—

8:45.

"Monsieur! This needs your immediate approval! Its about amendment demands in the overseas trades by the foreign envoy"

Neuvillette wanted to pinch his nose. Seriously? How is it that the moment he fathoms the thought of some leisure...work finds its way to him? He was desperate to leave.

"Please tell them that my work hours are over and to come back in the morning." Neuvillette politely said.

"But they are not listening Monsieur—"

...sigh guess he had no choice.

He knew you would be furious. After all, he was 30 whole minutes later. Not one minute, not two but 30. As expected you were furious and it made fear and nervousness creep up his spine. The Iudex was a man of utmost authority. His judgement was absolute and his confidence was resolute.

Yet, all seemed to combust at the sight of you.

"Why?"

"Stubborn foreign envoy" he replied curtly, not beating around the bush.

You nodded before chuckling at his serious expression. "Relax honey, I am not going to skewer you with a fork."

Neuvillette exhaled in relief, "Thank god. Though I sincerely apologise my love."

"Oh no need. Just your company is enough" you smiled before going back to reheating the food.

Neuvillette didn't believing in falling in love twice. But hell he just did. With the same person that he devoted his heart to from the start.

ZHONGLI !

"Honey, you're going out, yes?' You called out to Zhongli, who was finishing up getting ready for the day.

"Yes dear," Your husband replied in deep opulent tone, enough to make your knees buck every single time.

"Please get milk, eggs and meat on your way back...we are out of it and I won't be able to make stew with just vegetables," You peeped out from the kitchen. He smiled, "ofcourse. I'll be back by noon."

Zhongli had impeccable memory. He could recall every moment of every war from millenias ago. Yet a small voice nagged at his brain. He was forgetting something. What was he forgetting?

"Director Hu, am I forgetting something?"

Hu tao turned around, looking utterly baffled, "you? Forgetting something? That's impossible Zhongli."

Zhongli thought for a bit more before agreeing. Yeah, he never forgot anything. Maybe it was just him overthinking...

If only he had listen to all the alarms that warned him for what was about to come.

"I am home" Zhongli announced softly, taking off his shoes and stepping into the house.

"Welcome back!" You greeted him with the same warm smile the Lord of Contracts had grown to love. In his eyes, not even the mostly radiant Cor Lapis could match your radiance.

Then the dreaded question came.

"Did you get the groceries?"

pause. visible sweat drop.

So that was what he forgot.

"Um.." Zhongli sheepishly scratched at his cheek,* "...it seemed to have slipped my mind. You see dear, Director Hu needed my help with the funeral preparations and then Childe accompanied me to this ancient artifact stall where they were selling rather intriguing pieces—"

"So, you forgot groceries but bought artifacts?"

"..."

And for the first time in a thousand centuries, Deus Auri had to stare at a dinner full of artifacts after his beloved reprimanded him, saying "since artifacts are so important, might as well satisfy your hunger with it too."

a/n : IT IS FINALLY OUT. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE LAST YEAR AKANDOAUDS I had such a fun time writing this- and giggled so much. So i hope you giggled too. Have a good day/night smoochies my loves.

creds: @teaeodora , banner creds : hoyoverse

[teaeodora]

"IN THIS HOUSE, THE WIFE REIGNS SUPREME! "

a/n: am i back? or perhaps this is a mere illusion..

synopsis: when faced with their wife's wrath, even the mightiest men of the land are forced to comply.

contents: small anecdotes, maybe ooc diluc because once again I am bad at writing him??? implied!female, whipped men (why not?) loser coded cuties scared of their wifes, mentions of pregnancy (wriothesley), swearing (mild), fluff, i blanked out mid way writing this but it is what it is and i find it cute, self indulgent.

not proof read.

DILUC !

Master Diluc was always in control. After all he ran the biggest winery in the entirety of Tevyat. Ledgers, Budgets, Circulation of goods, transactions, loans — this man could do it all.

On paper, he was the perfect husband. He was secure in himself, didn't take anyone's incompetence and preferred a quiet life with you. What more can a man desire?

However, as the saying goes - nothing is perfect. So having Kaeya, his stepbrother's continuous coercion into drinking was the imperfect part of his life. It was ironic really, being the owner of a winery, he held a distaste for alcohol and preferred grape juice.

Yet today he sat in his own tavern, one glass down. How had he come to this? How did he magically end up with one whole glass of wine in his system, coursing through his veins? He had no recollection.

He half heartedly listened to Kaeya and Rosaria's conversation when his ears caught another conversation. Two customers talked about having "wife" troubles and how they regret marrying so suddenly.

It was almost as if his tongue had gained consciousness of its own and the word fell out of Diluc's mouth, "As a man, if you only love one woman and then married her immediately—"

"Master Diluc" Kaeya tried. TRIED to stop this man.*

"...then you're truly foolish," Diluc finished. The silence that came next was merely the calm before the storm.

"Is that so?" the voice spoke up from behind. If anyone held the world record of sobering up in a matter of seconds- it would be Diluc Ragvinder right now.

"So..are you clever..or foolish for loving and cherishing me?" You leaned in, eyes radiating the clear sign— one wrong move and the celebrated Dark Knight Hero would be straight into his grave.

Diluc blinked once, twice- before stammering out in a fit of panic "uh..uh yes..yes ofcourse, I am foolish," he quickly admitted.

That may have saved him for the couch tonight but Kaeya was certainly not going to let him live this down.

ALHAITHAM !

Alhaitham never hid the fact that he disliked being the Acting Grand Sage. The only positive part of the circumstance was that he had access to all the documents and he could analyse them all he wanted and leverage them to his favour in the future. If needed.

Thing was, now he had to oversee twice as many workers of the Akademiya and it was twice as grating at his nerves. He'd rather be rejecting applications into the Akademiya for his own amusement than be a leader. He was clear with he wanted — peace, quiet and stable income. Rest? He didn't care enough or purposefully tuned it out.

He was been a slight hardass to the employees, critiquing their work, pointing out alignment issues on documentation, muttering something on the lines of a 12 slab long relic being easier to decipher than this utterly mind numbimg report submitted by one of the freshers. He couldn't take it and reallocated the guy to some other department.

Now the others were worried of meeting the same fate. So desperate times called for desperate measures. You.

Alhaitham sat that day in his office, feeling uneasy. Why did it feel like something bad was going to happen?

Click. Click. Click.

Oh, he'd recognised that sound anywhere.

"I have heard that you are being a hard ass...to the employees..." you stood near his desk, foot tapping in a rhythmic motion, screaming "You better have a logical explanation"

Alhaitham gulped. Gulped. His adam's apple bobbing up and down in subtle apprehension. "Look, it is just that their work isn't upto the mark—"

"Then instruct them instead of firing people and causing terror."

Alhaitham was the Acting Grand Sage. He was the highest authority. He held dominance over every operation. However, domestic operations seemed to be the one field he seemed to be rendered helpless at.

WRIOTHESLEY !

Fontaine, the land of mechas, tea parties, elegant dresses, and ofcourse downpours.

The bakery was warm, contrary to the cold weather outside, full of delightful scents of baked bread, steaming buns, delectable cookies and much more. The owner smiled to themselves, cleaning the top of glass display, content with what they had established.

The bell rang, signaling someone entering the bakery. Who in their right mind would come in this downpour? The owner took the appreance of the man soaked from head to toe, his black hair damp and a bit flattened, the overcoat hanging off his shoulders seemed heavy and dripped with water. His boots thudded against the floor as he approached the counter.

"...Your Grace!?" The owner sputtered at the sight of the Duke of the Meropide, a man who was as illusive as they came. "What brings you here?" The owner couldn't help but ask, seeing the man who braved the storm and was now in his store.

"I need your sweetest baked good. And please, stuff it with extra chocolate. Extra means extra. The Duke emphasied on the extra part.

"Yes but...if you don't mind me asking, why are you out here in such a weather?"

"Because my wife is craving something sweet. And that's an order as far as I know it," the Duke laughed, both from amusement and the fear of being murdered in cold blood by a woman 27 weeks into pregnancy.

"Oh."

"Oh indeed."

Wriothesley returned 30 minutes later, both proud and tired, "here love I got you the—"

You looked at him and sheepishly grinned "um i actually want your spicy BBQ ribs..."

...

Someone end him please.

NEUVILLETTE !

Neuvillette scribbled at the paperwork that piled up on his desk. Admistrative reforms, trade permits, policy amendment suggestions, court cases...

Tick tock tick tock

He glanced at the time. It was 8:30. He had strict orders to return home by 9. Non negotiable. After all his lovely wife said she would prep the best dinner date for the both of them and had been looking forward to it the entire week.

He couldn't help but smile the memory of her smile, her excited words as she explained her plans for the date, the different things she'd bake. It made his heart flutter. Neuvillette was a person unable to feel things — his position as the Chief Justice demanded that from him. Yet amidst all that, he enjoyed having a small space of comfort and familiarity he had created for himself. Just you and him. Nothing else.

Problem was—

8:35

"Monsieur Neuvillette, you've got these letters, some from the nobles, few from the common public." Sedene, the melusine receptionist reported, placing the heap of letters on his table.

8:40

"Monsieur, have you reviewed the case files for tomorrow? The board is asking for it." Sedene asked, waiting as he got up to retrieve the files.

He sighed, satisfied that he was finished with his duties for today. Now he could organize his space and still have time to get back home—

8:45.

"Monsieur! This needs your immediate approval! Its about amendment demands in the overseas trades by the foreign envoy"

Neuvillette wanted to pinch his nose. Seriously? How is it that the moment he fathoms the thought of some leisure...work finds its way to him? He was desperate to leave.

"Please tell them that my work hours are over and to come back in the morning." Neuvillette politely said.

"But they are not listening Monsieur—"

...sigh guess he had no choice.

He knew you would be furious. After all, he was 30 whole minutes later. Not one minute, not two but 30. As expected you were furious and it made fear and nervousness creep up his spine. The Iudex was a man of utmost authority. His judgement was absolute and his confidence was resolute.

Yet, all seemed to combust at the sight of you.

"Why?"

"Stubborn foreign envoy" he replied curtly, not beating around the bush.

You nodded before chuckling at his serious expression. "Relax honey, I am not going to skewer you with a fork."

Neuvillette exhaled in relief, "Thank god. Though I sincerely apologise my love."

"Oh no need. Just your company is enough" you smiled before going back to reheating the food.

Neuvillette didn't believing in falling in love twice. But hell he just did. With the same person that he devoted his heart to from the start.

ZHONGLI !

"Honey, you're going out, yes?' You called out to Zhongli, who was finishing up getting ready for the day.

"Yes dear," Your husband replied in deep opulent tone, enough to make your knees buck every single time.

"Please get milk, eggs and meat on your way back...we are out of it and I won't be able to make stew with just vegetables," You peeped out from the kitchen. He smiled, "ofcourse. I'll be back by noon."

Zhongli had impeccable memory. He could recall every moment of every war from millenias ago. Yet a small voice nagged at his brain. He was forgetting something. What was he forgetting?

"Director Hu, am I forgetting something?"

Hu tao turned around, looking utterly baffled, "you? Forgetting something? That's impossible Zhongli."

Zhongli thought for a bit more before agreeing. Yeah, he never forgot anything. Maybe it was just him overthinking...

If only he had listen to all the alarms that warned him for what was about to come.

"I am home" Zhongli announced softly, taking off his shoes and stepping into the house.

"Welcome back!" You greeted him with the same warm smile the Lord of Contracts had grown to love. In his eyes, not even the mostly radiant Cor Lapis could match your radiance.

Then the dreaded question came.

"Did you get the groceries?"

pause. visible sweat drop.

So that was what he forgot.

"Um.." Zhongli sheepishly scratched at his cheek,* "...it seemed to have slipped my mind. You see dear, Director Hu needed my help with the funeral preparations and then Childe accompanied me to this ancient artifact stall where they were selling rather intriguing pieces—"

"So, you forgot groceries but bought artifacts?"

"..."

And for the first time in a thousand centuries, Deus Auri had to stare at a dinner full of artifacts after his beloved reprimanded him, saying "since artifacts are so important, might as well satisfy your hunger with it too."

a/n : IT IS FINALLY OUT. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE LAST YEAR AKANDOAUDS I had such a fun time writing this- and giggled so much. So i hope you giggled too. Have a good day/night smoochies my loves.

creds: @teaeodora , banner creds : hoyoverse

[teaeodora]

"IN THIS HOUSE, THE WIFE REIGNS SUPREME! "

a/n: am i back? or perhaps this is a mere illusion..

synopsis: when faced with their wife's wrath, even the mightiest men of the land are forced to comply.

contents: small anecdotes, maybe ooc diluc because once again I am bad at writing him??? implied!female, whipped men (why not?) loser coded cuties scared of their wifes, mentions of pregnancy (wriothesley), swearing (mild), fluff, i blanked out mid way writing this but it is what it is and i find it cute, self indulgent.

not proof read.

DILUC !

Master Diluc was always in control. After all he ran the biggest winery in the entirety of Tevyat. Ledgers, Budgets, Circulation of goods, transactions, loans — this man could do it all.

On paper, he was the perfect husband. He was secure in himself, didn't take anyone's incompetence and preferred a quiet life with you. What more can a man desire?

However, as the saying goes - nothing is perfect. So having Kaeya, his stepbrother's continuous coercion into drinking was the imperfect part of his life. It was ironic really, being the owner of a winery, he held a distaste for alcohol and preferred grape juice.

Yet today he sat in his own tavern, one glass down. How had he come to this? How did he magically end up with one whole glass of wine in his system, coursing through his veins? He had no recollection.

He half heartedly listened to Kaeya and Rosaria's conversation when his ears caught another conversation. Two customers talked about having "wife" troubles and how they regret marrying so suddenly.

It was almost as if his tongue had gained consciousness of its own and the word fell out of Diluc's mouth, "As a man, if you only love one woman and then married her immediately—"

"Master Diluc" Kaeya tried. TRIED to stop this man.*

"...then you're truly foolish," Diluc finished. The silence that came next was merely the calm before the storm.

"Is that so?" the voice spoke up from behind. If anyone held the world record of sobering up in a matter of seconds- it would be Diluc Ragvinder right now.

"So..are you clever..or foolish for loving and cherishing me?" You leaned in, eyes radiating the clear sign— one wrong move and the celebrated Dark Knight Hero would be straight into his grave.

Diluc blinked once, twice- before stammering out in a fit of panic "uh..uh yes..yes ofcourse, I am foolish," he quickly admitted.

That may have saved him for the couch tonight but Kaeya was certainly not going to let him live this down.

ALHAITHAM !

Alhaitham never hid the fact that he disliked being the Acting Grand Sage. The only positive part of the circumstance was that he had access to all the documents and he could analyse them all he wanted and leverage them to his favour in the future. If needed.

Thing was, now he had to oversee twice as many workers of the Akademiya and it was twice as grating at his nerves. He'd rather be rejecting applications into the Akademiya for his own amusement than be a leader. He was clear with he wanted — peace, quiet and stable income. Rest? He didn't care enough or purposefully tuned it out.

He was been a slight hardass to the employees, critiquing their work, pointing out alignment issues on documentation, muttering something on the lines of a 12 slab long relic being easier to decipher than this utterly mind numbimg report submitted by one of the freshers. He couldn't take it and reallocated the guy to some other department.

Now the others were worried of meeting the same fate. So desperate times called for desperate measures. You.

Alhaitham sat that day in his office, feeling uneasy. Why did it feel like something bad was going to happen?

Click. Click. Click.

Oh, he'd recognised that sound anywhere.

"I have heard that you are being a hard ass...to the employees..." you stood near his desk, foot tapping in a rhythmic motion, screaming "You better have a logical explanation"

Alhaitham gulped. Gulped. His adam's apple bobbing up and down in subtle apprehension. "Look, it is just that their work isn't upto the mark—"

"Then instruct them instead of firing people and causing terror."

Alhaitham was the Acting Grand Sage. He was the highest authority. He held dominance over every operation. However, domestic operations seemed to be the one field he seemed to be rendered helpless at.

WRIOTHESLEY !

Fontaine, the land of mechas, tea parties, elegant dresses, and ofcourse downpours.

The bakery was warm, contrary to the cold weather outside, full of delightful scents of baked bread, steaming buns, delectable cookies and much more. The owner smiled to themselves, cleaning the top of glass display, content with what they had established.

The bell rang, signaling someone entering the bakery. Who in their right mind would come in this downpour? The owner took the appreance of the man soaked from head to toe, his black hair damp and a bit flattened, the overcoat hanging off his shoulders seemed heavy and dripped with water. His boots thudded against the floor as he approached the counter.

"...Your Grace!?" The owner sputtered at the sight of the Duke of the Meropide, a man who was as illusive as they came. "What brings you here?" The owner couldn't help but ask, seeing the man who braved the storm and was now in his store.

"I need your sweetest baked good. And please, stuff it with extra chocolate. Extra means extra. The Duke emphasied on the extra part.

"Yes but...if you don't mind me asking, why are you out here in such a weather?"

"Because my wife is craving something sweet. And that's an order as far as I know it," the Duke laughed, both from amusement and the fear of being murdered in cold blood by a woman 27 weeks into pregnancy.

"Oh."

"Oh indeed."

Wriothesley returned 30 minutes later, both proud and tired, "here love I got you the—"

You looked at him and sheepishly grinned "um i actually want your spicy BBQ ribs..."

...

Someone end him please.

NEUVILLETTE !

Neuvillette scribbled at the paperwork that piled up on his desk. Admistrative reforms, trade permits, policy amendment suggestions, court cases...

Tick tock tick tock

He glanced at the time. It was 8:30. He had strict orders to return home by 9. Non negotiable. After all his lovely wife said she would prep the best dinner date for the both of them and had been looking forward to it the entire week.

He couldn't help but smile the memory of her smile, her excited words as she explained her plans for the date, the different things she'd bake. It made his heart flutter. Neuvillette was a person unable to feel things — his position as the Chief Justice demanded that from him. Yet amidst all that, he enjoyed having a small space of comfort and familiarity he had created for himself. Just you and him. Nothing else.

Problem was—

8:35

"Monsieur Neuvillette, you've got these letters, some from the nobles, few from the common public." Sedene, the melusine receptionist reported, placing the heap of letters on his table.

8:40

"Monsieur, have you reviewed the case files for tomorrow? The board is asking for it." Sedene asked, waiting as he got up to retrieve the files.

He sighed, satisfied that he was finished with his duties for today. Now he could organize his space and still have time to get back home—

8:45.

"Monsieur! This needs your immediate approval! Its about amendment demands in the overseas trades by the foreign envoy"

Neuvillette wanted to pinch his nose. Seriously? How is it that the moment he fathoms the thought of some leisure...work finds its way to him? He was desperate to leave.

"Please tell them that my work hours are over and to come back in the morning." Neuvillette politely said.

"But they are not listening Monsieur—"

...sigh guess he had no choice.

He knew you would be furious. After all, he was 30 whole minutes later. Not one minute, not two but 30. As expected you were furious and it made fear and nervousness creep up his spine. The Iudex was a man of utmost authority. His judgement was absolute and his confidence was resolute.

Yet, all seemed to combust at the sight of you.

"Why?"

"Stubborn foreign envoy" he replied curtly, not beating around the bush.

You nodded before chuckling at his serious expression. "Relax honey, I am not going to skewer you with a fork."

Neuvillette exhaled in relief, "Thank god. Though I sincerely apologise my love."

"Oh no need. Just your company is enough" you smiled before going back to reheating the food.

Neuvillette didn't believing in falling in love twice. But hell he just did. With the same person that he devoted his heart to from the start.

ZHONGLI !

"Honey, you're going out, yes?' You called out to Zhongli, who was finishing up getting ready for the day.

"Yes dear," Your husband replied in deep opulent tone, enough to make your knees buck every single time.

"Please get milk, eggs and meat on your way back...we are out of it and I won't be able to make stew with just vegetables," You peeped out from the kitchen. He smiled, "ofcourse. I'll be back by noon."

Zhongli had impeccable memory. He could recall every moment of every war from millenias ago. Yet a small voice nagged at his brain. He was forgetting something. What was he forgetting?

"Director Hu, am I forgetting something?"

Hu tao turned around, looking utterly baffled, "you? Forgetting something? That's impossible Zhongli."

Zhongli thought for a bit more before agreeing. Yeah, he never forgot anything. Maybe it was just him overthinking...

If only he had listen to all the alarms that warned him for what was about to come.

"I am home" Zhongli announced softly, taking off his shoes and stepping into the house.

"Welcome back!" You greeted him with the same warm smile the Lord of Contracts had grown to love. In his eyes, not even the mostly radiant Cor Lapis could match your radiance.

Then the dreaded question came.

"Did you get the groceries?"

pause. visible sweat drop.

So that was what he forgot.

"Um.." Zhongli sheepishly scratched at his cheek,* "...it seemed to have slipped my mind. You see dear, Director Hu needed my help with the funeral preparations and then Childe accompanied me to this ancient artifact stall where they were selling rather intriguing pieces—"

"So, you forgot groceries but bought artifacts?"

"..."

And for the first time in a thousand centuries, Deus Auri had to stare at a dinner full of artifacts after his beloved reprimanded him, saying "since artifacts are so important, might as well satisfy your hunger with it too."

a/n : IT IS FINALLY OUT. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE LAST YEAR AKANDOAUDS I had such a fun time writing this- and giggled so much. So i hope you giggled too. Have a good day/night smoochies my loves.

creds: @teaeodora , banner creds : hoyoverse