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Novemetober 2023

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Day 4: Messy

Word count: 1k~

CONTENT WARNINGS: descriptions of vomiting, drunk vomiting, drinking, vomiting on caretaker (kinda descriptive), can be read as platonic or romantic (leaning more on romantic ngl)

Anon asked:

Hello, it's the hsr anon, testing my luck again :] Can you write one for 4. messy with Beidou? She seems to be a heavy drinker, so she probably has high tolerance for alchohol, but anyone has their limit. And maybe ningguang or kazuha to add some interesting interactions, but again, please take this request only if you think you might enjoy writing it.

Thanks again! :)

A/N: hey there again hsr anon, and thanks for the new request! i couldn't write kazuha into this unfortunately, but i did write him sick last year, so it's a change of pace at least. i hope you like it!

          Ningguang softly opened her eyes, her surroundings coming back to her slowly. She was in a room she hadn't seen in quite some time, but it was a pleasant reminder of a love she had nurtured in the past. Could it even be called that? The delicate sway of the wooden walls, the hunt trophies mounted high up, the scent of sea air, and now, the weight of a woman laying on top of her. It was all so familiar.

          “Beidou?”, the Tianquan called, though her voice barely sounded as her eyes drifted low, finding the woman's reddened face pressed to her chest, her breathing bordering on snoring.

         Her eye patch was still there, covering the eye she had lost at sea, a reminder that Beidou wasn't completely at ease around her, in her own right. Her auburn hair was down, strewn across Ningguang's chest, reaching down to her shoulders. Finally, she had fallen asleep.

         Ningguang didn't doubt she must've been tired, having drank herself into a loud mess, and somehow a courageous one. She wouldn't forget the smirk the pirate queen had on as she suggested, rather openly that the two should go back to her room. Of course the Tianquan didn't have high hopes from the start.

         A soft exhale left Beidou's lips as she stirred in her sleep, momentarily leaving Ningguang breathless, stuck between the sofa and the rather heavy woman pressing her into it. A string of mumbled thoughts left her mouth, simply words strewn together without a consideration, all Beidou could muster in her alcohol-fueled sleep.

         “Um-hum, of course”, was Ningguang’s reply, her hot breath bringing a slight shudder to her neck, a light scent of booze still present in it.

         Beidou tensed up as a hiccup bubbled out of her, a deep grimace tugging at her lips. Her abdomen followed suit, seemingly lurching against Ningguang’s, a noticeable ripple across her skin.

         Perhaps the battalion’s worth of drink and food wasn't sitting well in her stomach, was Ningguang's guess. She knew Beidou always worked up quite the appetite after a long travel, but Ningguang had never seen her in that state. A loud fouled-mouthed drunkard, stuffing herself as she threw all of her weight over her. She didn't know how to feel about it, that wasn't exactly the type of romantic dinner she had imagined.

         The Tianquan hadn't drank much herself either, opting for a single glass of wine she had slowly sipped from across the whole festivity. It had already been enough to cloud her judgment, and end up where she was.

         Ningguang closed her eyes again, trying to focus on sleeping rather than the loud noises of Beidou's stomach, struggling to digest her meal. She knew she should've given her more water to drink, but an inebriated Beidou could be even more pig-headed then her sober counterpart. It was her fault in any case, and Ningguang would be sure to remind her of that in the morning.

         If they even made it to morning. Beidou's hand moved aimlessly, finding a fistful of Ningguang's dress and latching onto it. That wouldn't have bothered her if it hadn't been followed by Beidou's stomach lunging harshly against hers, liquid sloshing noisily inside.

         Ningguang's fingers reached the small of her back, stroking it lightly as she tried to ease the drunk woman back into sleep. Whether asleep or awake, Beidou didn't have much self-control, Ningguang learned it the harsh way.

         The captain eased her head onto the crook of her shoulder, pressing mouth to her neck just as her lips puckered out. Without warning, a dangerously wet belch tore out of her mouth, the sound short-lived as it broke into a rush of hot liquid.

         While Ningguang gasped in surprise, she couldn't do much except lay there as the drunk woman emptied her booze-filled stomach onto her.

         “Ugh, Beidou!”, her voice was one of alarm, but her hands still went to her, trying desperately to wake her up.

         Beidou shuddered, her lips curling as she gagged harshly, spewing another rush of acidic bile. It was disgustingly warm, seeping into her dress, staining it beyond repair. The sensation wasn't a pleasant one, especially as the vomit started cooling off, making the fabric stick to her skin.

        She couldn't think of a worst outcome as she uselessly brushed Beidou's hair out of the way, her own long white hair already thoroughly soaked in bile.

         Then Beidou made a sound in the back of her throat, of liquid gurgling, of something stuck, and Ningguang knew she had to act fast. With some new found strength given to her by panic, she was able to move, and push her up, not without nearly falling off the edge of the sofa, Beidou still on top of her.

         As soon as the drowning pirate turned upright she lunged forward, vomit cascading out of her mouth and coating the front of her chest. Ningguang sat up, the mess on her clothes plopping to her lap with a splash. Even though she shuddered, the worry she had for her friend left no place for her to be mad.

         The Tianquan grabbed Beidou by the shoulders, practically glued to her side as she helped her lean forward, still half-asleep. Her hand went to her chest, at first rubbing her knuckles against her sternum in an attempt to wake her up, then simply pounding on it with her open palm as Beidou continued to choke.

         “Eurgh!”, the woman suddenly broke into a loud retch, her shoulders shooting up, her back heaving.

         A steady stream of stomach contents splattered over her lap and the edge of the sofa, nothing was spared. In the dim light, Ningguang could see pieces of the many dishes she had also sampled, and locked her breath, trying her hardest not to gag on the memory alone. The smell of acid and alcohol was such a strong combination, her eyes were watering.

        Beidou broke into a harsh fit of coughing, spurts of stringy bile still falling out of her lips. Given the situation, Ningguang could only sigh in relief, holding the woman as her stomach worked through the last bits of bile.

         “You are the worst, worrying me like this”, she muttered, knowing full well Beidou wouldn't remember such a confession.

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