What happens when someone hurts Beidou? Ningguang wants to hurt the person who did it. Espesically this time.
ship: beidou × ningguang
word count: 1.2k
warnings: mentions of r*pe, mentions of getting beidou getting drugged, cussing, crying lots of crying, Ningguang calls Beidou baby a lot, breast sucking as beidou falls asleep because she is still crying
content: hurt-comfort, angst
summary: Beidou ends up getting drugged while she is out in Inazuma. She ends up sexually assaulted. When she gets back to Liyue, Ningguang notices that Beidou is acting weird. When Beidou is making breakfast for them Ningguang hugs her from behind and that’s hen Beidou breaks down.
note: I am truly sorry Beidou.
Beidou just got off her ship, basically running away from it since she was in it having drinks. She wished this never happened to her, it hurt knowing that it did happen to her. As she walked into her and Ningguang’s house she realized her girlfriend wasn’t home at the time. She changed into something more comfortable she layed down on the bed and tried taking a nap.
Luckily it only took an hour or two to actually get to sleep, which was progress from the last few times since her se*ual assault. It had been days since she had actually slept due to waking up to having nightmares. This time was no different. Beidou woke up in a puddle of sweat so she gets up and goes to the bathroom and takes a shower. The water that hit her skin felt nice since it was the first shower that she had had since she was in Inazuma. The water that h her skin made her think that the water was washing away his touches. The touches that she did not want but since she was drugged she couldn’t stop him. She washed her body carefully so that she could get out and put clothes on since the SA has her not wanting to be naked for a long period of time since she was naked for such a long time while being attacked. After getting out of the shower she dried her hair and ended up looking into the mirror for a long time. Such a long time that she didn’t realize when she started crying. When she came out of her zoned out state she realized that she was crying. Beidou quickly dried up her tears before going to her and Ningguang’s room and putting some clothes on. She didn’t know when Ninguang would be getting home so she made herself something to eat despite her not wanting any food or to take care of herself. She made herself some Cream Stew since she found it easy to make and she needed to make herself something to eat and because it's good. As she was waiting for her food to finish cooking she layed in the floor staring at the ceiling. When the timer goes off she slowly pushes herself off the floor and puts her food in a bowl. She sat at the dining table with her bowl of Cream Stew then went and grabbed herself a glass of water. Once she finished eating she went back to her and Ningguang’s room to lay down. After she layed down it didn’t take her long to fall asleep tucked away in bed not really excited to see her girlfriend due to what happened. Beidou was in such a deep sleep for once that she didn’t even hear when Ningguang came home and showered then went to bed. When she woke up she felt an arm around her waist which made her panic and shoot out of the bed. Once she realized it was only Ningguang she went to the living room to calm her nerves down and to get a drink of water. She sat on the floor in front of the refrigerator as she drank her water. After she finished her water she started making herself something to eat as it was around 8 in the morning and she was hungry from sleeping quite a long time and having an early dinner. While looking in the pantry to find something to make she felt hands wrap around her waist which made her scream and pull away eyes filling with tears as Ninguang pulled Beidou into a hug and telling her it was just her. “Shhh baby its just me. Why are you so jumpy?” she asked jokingly, kissing the side of Beidou’s head. Beidou started sobbing loudly as she sank to the floor bringing Ningguang down with her. She continues to cry while tightly holding onto Ningguang. Luckily Ningguang dosen’t ask any questions as she just wants her girlfriend to calm down and to stop crying before she makes herself sick. ‘Ning he hurt me” Beidou sobbed as she tightly gripped onto Ningguang. To say that NIngguang was shocked to hear this from Beidou was an understatement, “Who hurt you baby?” Ningguang asked, petting the crying woman's head while holding her close. “The man that drugged me” She cried out as she basically sat completely on Ningguang. Ningguang sighed as she finally got what happened “oh baby, I'm sorry. Do you need me to do anything?” Ningguang asked as she kissed the crying woman before tears gathered in her own eyes as she realized just how much the man hurt her baby. Beidou pulled away from Ningguang so she could wipe her tears but when she seen Ningguang had tears going down her face. Beidou hugged Ningguang again then sobbed into her shoulder “please don’t leave me” she said while crying into her shoulder. Ningguang sighed then pulled away slightly to look at Beidou in the eyes “I have no reason to leave you baby, it wasn’t your fault. It will never be your fault” Ningguang said, as she pressed a million kisses, Beidou's tears off of her cheeks. Beidou giggles tiredly while she continues to cry. “I will never leave you” Ningguang says again before pulling her into a hug again before pulling both of them up off the ground. “I will make us food and you will sit on the counter and watch me” Ningguang said jokingly before picking Beidou up and setting her onto the counter so that Beidou could watch her and help her if he wants Beidou continues to cry as Ningguang makes breakfast for them both. Every chance that Beidou got she hugged NIngguang wanting to make sure the man's touches were gone but she knew that she would always remember the man’s touches. Once the food was done Ningguang plated some for both of them and they ate. Beidou did eat as she cried and held Ningguang’s hand. After they ate their pancakes Beidou was still crying as she kept remembering everything that happened. Ningguang just let her cry, making sure that she drank water here and there so that she wouldn’t end up hurting her throat and being extremely dehydrated. Beidou let Ningguang take her plate as she was finished. She watched Ningguang wash the dishes for a second before going into their room and laying down. Once Ningguang finished the dishes she went to their room and seen Beidou laying down holding her pillow as tears rolled down her face. “Oh baby” Ningguang said, laying down beside her and pulling her close so she could try and calm down. She seen how Beidou was struggling to keep her eyes open as tears occasionally fell down her face, “Do you want me to take my shirt off?” Ningguang asked as she played with Beidou’s hair. She knew that Beidou liked to suck on her boobs as she fell asleep, especially when she is upset when she first gets home. Beidou nods and Ningguang takes her shirt off leaving her in sweatpants. Her mouth immediately went to Ningguang’s nipple and sucked on it, closing her eyes in contentment. Ningguang’s hand went to Beidou’s head again, playing with her hair. She knew that it wouldn’t take long for Beidou to go to sleep since she had been crying and upset. As Ningguang watched Beidou she felt herself getting tired as she had also cried. She quickly fell asleep while watching Beidou while holding her close so she knew that Ningguang wouldn’t do anything to her and she wouldn’t leave her.
notes: btw idk how commissions from museums work i just made the process up LMAO and this one's kinda angsty? i mean, it is the pygmalion greek myth so iykyk. also, i describe this figurine of ningguang here but w/o the colour... i've linked it in case any1 needs the reference. (btw, this is not set in ancient greece specifically)
only yesterday had you been commissioned by an art gallery in the capital to create a piece for their up-and-coming collection titled desire, love and identity. yet here you are, slaving away to make the perfect image you had in your head come into fruition. your vision is exquisite once sketched on paper—you can't find any faults in it so you take the risk.
as soon as your chisel meets the marble, a feeling so invigorating dominates your body. no further references are necessary as you place your trust entirely on your hands, coarse from the labour. you find such mindless toil addicting and you work day and night, only stopping for a half-baked meal and the odd collapse into bed.
for months, love streams out of the tips of your fingers and through your sculpting tools to arrive at the stone figure. you sincerely hope the intimate emotion has been reached.
when you finish, you wipe the bead of sweat running down your forehead, rest the other palm on your hip and take slow steps backwards all while maintaining eye contact with the statue. a wave of sweet relief hits you and you fall to the floor, uncontrollably sobbing into tired hands that still grip the hammer and chisel.
it's beautiful.
you stagger, struggling to get up with your bruised knees while clumsily wiping the tears off your stained cheeks. setting the instruments aside, you lift your head to admire your handiwork up close. a woman made of stone sits elegantly atop an oriental chair, crossing her smooth, white legs over each other. her left elbow is propped on the arm of the chair while on the other side, a long smoking pipe is balanced between gloved fingers. around her lies an assortment of objects: a vase containing scrolls, a floor lamp, and a charmingly decorated folding screen.
you see, you had already thought it all out. you'd imagined ningguang's preferences for a life of luxury, her affinity for constructing and sprucing up interiors. she would be a master of the trades and a woman who likes to keep an air of mystery around her. and like how you increasingly project her to be more of a person than she ever will be, there is a creeping concern in the corner of your mind that you will lose your rationality just as quickly.
the sculpture's body is clad in a qipao with a slit that reveals alabaster skin below the waist. the dress—embellished with patterns and neat linings—hugs her figure and shows off a lean build. the extensive train and sleeves of the fabric are shaped curvaceously to mirror the flow of a waterfall. and her face. the section you strived so hard to refine. she stares at you with an imperious expression and a hint of a smirk. her gaze, so piercing, makes you avert your eyes in shyness but you find yourself gravitating back to her profile.
you muster up the courage to draw closer to your creation and unconsciously stroke her cheek with your thumb, captivated. if she were an empress, you'd be a common peasant—undeserving of setting your sights on such a goddess. you can feel your soul being sucked into eyes devoid of emotion—of anything, actually. after all, the woman sitting before you is not a person but an inanimate object.
the weeks following the completion of ningguang—which is the name you've picked up the habit of calling her—are spent in said lady's company. every minute of every day, you surround yourself with her presence as if she is your closest friend. you eat with her, tell her your troubles, even going so far as to decorate her with various types of jewellery and bringing her gifts you think she'd like.
"thank you," you whisper. "for always listening to me." in truth, you're always so immersed in your work that you forgot what conversations could feel like. though, you fear your art would never be on par with something so transcendent ever again.
you become curious, wondering what she would be like if the nymph in front of you were not just a figment of your imagination.
you perch yourself on top of ningguang's stone-cold lap and trace the contours of her visage. you inspect each crease on her lips and the minuscule crinkles in her eyes, applauding yourself for the well-crafted details. you don't know what possesses you but you close your eyes and press your lips against hers, hoping that once you open them, a living being would erupt from underneath the marble. but, of course, as soon as the light hits your retinas, ningguang is as unmoving as ever.
realising what you've just done, you drop off of her thighs and laugh anxiously. however, you could've sworn that you had felt warmth in the lips of your beloved muse.
"i've finally gone mad!" you cry aloud.
hell, you say to yourself, is it even possible to fall in love with such an... an artefact? you dismiss your glaringly obvious infatuation.
"nonsense," you mutter under your breath, sensing your heart breaking slightly. how can something so painfully humanlike also not be human at the same time? you must've caused a tremendous atrocity in your past life to have made the gods harbour a grudge against you. of all things, you'd never have guessed that a lifeless piece of art would be the object of your desire.
you can't bear to look at the handcrafted lady any longer and with an anguished face, cover her with a large cotton cloth. the plan was to wait until you could hand the statue over to the curators and try to ignore its existence until then.
for a few days, you act according to the plan, going about your daily routine but eventually, your stoic demeanour crumbles. you lock yourself in your room refusing to eat or believe that your affection would never be returned.
during the hours of sunlight, you weep under your sheets, drowning in self-inflicted sorrow. and at night, you do the same, lamenting over the loss of what could've been your true love. she would've been so perfect in your eyes, your other half, and the only one who could calm this growing turmoil!
the reality pains you. hence, you do the only thing you can do: you pray. you pray to the gods for a miracle, that the light of your life would stride into your room and pull you from the depths of despair... but she never does.
your last day "cohabitating" with the sculpture has arrived and for the first time in—what felt like—an eternity, you open the doors to your workshop. taking a deep breath, you unveil the stationary maiden.
it's still as beautiful as you remember.
you give it a sad smile, wanting to get its departure over and done with. you manoeuvre about the room to prepare the things for the movers who're due to come in a couple of hours. while you go down your little list of errands to be done, you cough and bat away the smoke—wait, the smoke? frantic, you spin around, eyes darting everywhere in search of its origin until they land on the smoking pipe you so intricately moulded for the commissioned piece.
it's strange, you don't recall colouring the statue. and how on earth is smoke coming out of the pipe? suspicious, you approach the motionless entity and almost stumble when you spot its chest rising.
oh lord! — i really must be descending into madness! you clutch your head, clawing at your hair in hysteria.
"stop, please don't hurt yourself." the sound of a low, worried voice penetrates your ears. you shut your eyes tight.
"no, the gods have cursed me! i mustn't listen to your poisonous words!" you exclaim. your state of agitation is alleviated when the woman caresses your tensed arm.
"what has happened to you? i haven't seen you lately either." the tone is more soft and more tender than you had imagined. you release your grip.
"is it really you, ningguang?" your voice cracks at the end, and the woman you sought after witnesses your features twist into an expression of longing and hope.
"yes, my darling. i dare not go anywhere else."
helplessly, you rush to cup her face to check for heat, for the blood traversing under her skin—anything that would prove that your sweetheart is truly alive and breathing. and when you do get the confirmation, you beam, trying to withhold tears born from elation.
you bend down to kiss ningguang, who is still seated on the chair, once, twice, and three times to rid your scepticism. oh, deities! she's real.
"i love you," you declare.
"i know." you watch as the same creases you'd etched on the corners of her eyes spread into a loving half-moon shape and you kiss her again.
you reach a conclusion: you couldn't give away your lover—let alone a live person—to be displayed as part of a museum exhibition so when the workers arrive, you hide your muse away in another room. you apologise profusely and spin a lie, rambling on about how you had nothing to relinquish for the piece you had prepared had been oh-so-viciously stolen by a mob of trespassers!
the movers share with you their sympathies and ask what the work of art looks like and maybe they could sort something out with the authorities. nodding, you recount—so ardently—the details of your divine maiden. you feel heat rush to your face, chuckling when you realise that you'd run your mouth for too long.
in response to this, the two labourers exchange dubious looks as they peer at the static sculpture standing in the middle of the studio—its appearance unmistakably matching your elaborate description.
