Drinking with Rosaria & Eula!
CW: Male!Reader, swearing, reader and character are drunk to some degree, not proofread, ignore the implication of Disney existing in Teyvat okay?
Rosaria doesn't stray from alcohol, not by any means. She never gets drunk, or at least that's what she claims. Not in public anyway. If the drinks pour a little too fast for clarity of mind to remain, the notoriously horny sister becomes a literal succubus. No five minutes may pass without a dirty remark of some sort, suggestive gestures or not-so-restrained touching. She also tends to cuss a lot. But who cares, if all of it is contained within your own four walls? Your drunk self certainly doesn't.
The fifth anniversary of your dating was upon you, so you and Rosaria thought that a few drinks wouldn't hurt. Well, Rosaria has a different definition of 'a few drinks'. By now, two bottles of Dandelion Wine are completely dry, with a third one already open. The wine glasses are halfway full, the two of you already blushing heavily. Rosaria is sitting on your lap, placing sloppy kisses all over your neck. You playfully push her away every now and then, but she dives right back in no time.
"R-Rosie… Your wine will get warm, you know?" You mutter, barely keeping composure under the barrage of kisses she delivers.
"Pfffffffffffft. Who cares… You're alllll I need baby~"
"No, seriously. Who wants to drink warm wine?"
She pulls away, seemingly considering your words. It takes a while, but she finally nods her head.
"Yeah. You're right." She down the entire glass in one go, and sighs loudly. "Mmm, That's the stuff…"
You look at her. Despite the river of alcohol clouding your mind, you see clearly. You see her, your beloved, your chosen, your girlfriend. Her pale skin, her delicate yet sharp features, her slim, painted lips, her slender fingers, her rich chest… The wine turns your awe into obsession. You grab her jaw and turn her face to look at you.
"Rosaria… you're… the most beautiful woman I have ever seen…" You mutter. So beautiful, mysterious, so unique, so enchanting, so tantalizing…
Like a vampire.
"Like a vampire…" Your thoughts escape your mind. Rosaria draws a smile.
"Hm?"
"Are you one? A vampire, I… I mean. You gonna suck my blood out, Rosie?"
Even if you are drunk, your mind still works. It has some merit. She has pale skin, she goes out only at night, she likes red fluids… and those teeth… your neck, your hands, your arms, your thighs, your stomach and your… other bits know the sting of those canines all too well by now.
Rosaria chuckles. "Nah, s-sorry. I'm not gonna drink your blood, but I will gladly suck something else, hehe~" She leans down and makes a small growling sound.
"Rosariaaaaa!" You both laugh. She pulls back and wraps her arms around your neck.
"I talked to a four-eyes once, you know? About my skin."
"Ah, I see… What did he tell you?" You finish up your glass of wine.
"He told me that my ancestors may have come from Wat… Watsu…Tsu.. Watsumi Island, was it? Eh, close enough." She sniffs. "Fuckin' fish people, anyway."
"You are looking fishy sometimes, that I will give you…"
"I never found any scales, gills, fins or whatevers on me. Sad." She hics. "I wanted to be a mermaid when I was a teeny tiny girl, you k-know? I wanted to swim below the waters, a-and sing songs, a-and play with my fish friends… I always wanted a crab, you know? I would name him… Sebastian."
You sit in silence for a minute, smiling like children at each other before the lyrics can no longer be contained.
"Under the sea, under the sea, darling it's better, down where it's wetter, take it from meeeeeeeee, up on the shore they work all day, out in the sun they slave away, while we devotin', full time to floatin', under the seaaaaaaaaaaaa…" You sing in drunken unison, ending the broken auditory mess of a cover with a hard burst of laughter. When Rosaria calms down, she leans into you, her lips pressed right against your ear.
"You know what else he told me?"
"Hm?"
"H-he told me that young men need to have sex to be healthy… And, baby, I will make you the healthiest man in Teyvat, heh~" She sloppily kisses your ear, sending shivers of excitement through your body. She pulls away, and pushes up her chest proudly. "D-doctor Rosaria prescribes you her tight, warm, wet cun-"
"Rosariaaaaa stoooooooooop!"
As expected, neither of you remembered the conversation in the morning.
Eula got drunk sometimes - during free days, of course. She was doing that more often before, mainly due to stress and soul-crushing loneliness. She would often cry herself to sleep after returning home, but now that she has you, that's no longer an occurrence. Since she tends to get very sad when drunk, she allows herself to be tipsy at most. Not to spoil your fun, since you tend to be quite entertaining to be around when you had too much to drink.
"Are you sure you want another one, my dear?"
Eula stops herself from pouring you another round from the bottle but you just wave your hand.
"Go for it. I'm still standing!"
She smirks, letting the liquid fill the cup. "Well, as you wish."
You grab the wooden vessel and instantly lift it to your lips. The cool taste of wine reaches your lips and the warmth spreads through your body oh so pleasantly. Mondstadt's wine never had low alcohol content.
"You know, I don't get it." You speak, eyes barely ajar.
"What exactly, Y/N?" Eula eyes her own cup carefully, trying to hold herself from filling it. Again.
"I don't understand w-why they hate you… You didn't do anything wrong." You look up at her, your eyes filled with sadness. "You're a good woman, Eula. You do great w-work, you keep the people safe, you kill monsters…"
She looks down, unsure of what to say. After a moment, she speaks quietly. "It is what it is."
She suddenly feels your hand move over hers. It's warm, so pleasantly warm, enveloping hers. She gasps quietly. "No, Eula. This cannot continue. I won't let you be sad anymore."
She looks up at you, straight into your eyes. This time, they are overflowing with kindness and love, the purest form of it. She frowns, trying to hold back the prickling feeling in her eyes. Why does she get so sensitive each time alcohol and you are involved?
"I love you, Eula. I love you so much, I-I want you to be happy, and I will do my best to make up for all the hurt they have you. I… I never want to see you sad again, alright? I… love you, Eula. I love you so much."
She smiles at you, tears slowly falling from her cheeks. She doesn't deserve you.
"Go home, Y/N. You're drunk." Her lower lip trembles slightly.
"H-home? But I am home, my love."
Eula smirks, looking down at the bar table for a brief moment. "How so?"
You reach over the table, and place your hand over her heart. Her skin is cold, but you feel the warmth radiating from within.
"Home is where you are, Eula."
She blushes and covers her eyes with her gloved hand. She can no longer hold back the tears. She chokes back a sob.
"I l-love you too, Y/N. I d-don't deserve you… truly…"
"Hey, d-don't say that! And I told you t-that I don't want you to be sad, Eula… If you want to, we can go home a-and cuddle. Does that sound good?"
She sniffs.
"Yes, let's g-go home, Y/N."
Thanks for reading!
