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Ridley and referenced B are @what-a-whump s characters.

(Cw for referenced pet whump and dubcon kiss)

I lift my head to turn back and stare at Ridley in disbelief. His face is slightly blurry, but I'm pretty sure I notice amusement in his gaze.

"What would you do with the dog, baby girl?", he repeats and traces my lip with his thumb. "You're blunt enough to tell me I'm treating him wrong, which I'd have to punish you for if you weren't as adorable as you are right now. Daddy's scotch is a bit too strong for you, huh?"

I frown at him. I don't think he's right. I... It shouldn't be my fault. He made me drink, much, so much, without any food.

He's pulling me closer against him. He's drunk himself. He doesn't ask questions like this usually. "What would you do?", he mumbles.

"Let him go", I say. It sounds stupid. I realize that. He'd come back. He's made for a purpose. "Un... Untrain him", I add. Is that even a word? Probably not. "Return who he was."

"Not possible", Ridley replies cheerfully. "Paid a lot for it. No, baby, he'd stay a dog, and he'd be all alone out there, a lost puppy in a cruel world."

I lean my spinning head against his chest. "I wouldn't let him be alone."

Ridley's lips brush over my neck, pepper little kisses over my collar. "You'd keep the dog. You'd let him protect you, wouldn't you? Like he does already. You'd let him sleep in the bed as well, wouldn't you? Not on the floor?"

"Yes, but... I..." There's something flawed about what he says, but I can't quite grasp it.

"Let him cuddle you? Like you do when you think I'm not looking?" His voice is harder now, and so is his hold of my neck.

I think of B, his warmth, his touch. Of the beast he can be when Ridley wants him to, and of the pain in his eyes after.

"I would", I say. It's the wrong answer, probably. Ridley acts as if it were right.

"You'd make him your own dog, baby girl", he purrs, a drunken slur with a sharp edge to it. "Just as I did. That's all you could do, and you would. Don't act like you're better than me."

"No", I mumble numbly. "I -"

I don't know what I want to say. It doesn't matter anyway, because Ridley's hand closes around my neck and he pulls me into a rough kiss.

[Dany Masterpost]

He sigh, softly, and puts the drink down, putting a piece of ice on his mouth and starting to chew.

“...When he first arrived I… Was nice to him. I was so happy to have gotten him and… Just… I should never have let my dad touch him” He sighs, breaking the cube and pushing another one “...I… I should have protected, instead of blaming him. And never let the violence escalate like that. I don’t think at that point I would have been able to see him like a human, but… I could have treated him better. I could have made sure he was never on any pain. I could not have left him so alone, when all he wanted was me to care for him”

He sunk his face on his hands, shuddering.

Seraphim felt out of place. Crowley decided to Bond with the other teachers that He prepared a Feast for all the teachers including free alcohol and food, anything the staff needs to have a good time. As Malorie was bragging to Erwin about her students, Seraphim snuck out to get some Vodka and took some shots to survive this night without getting angry. Alcohol usually was Not really effective against him, He usually stayed the same Just more calm. As the night grew older He realized how Nanette was a bit outside without anyone to Talk to.

Seraphim tried to approach him.

"Guess we are in the Same boat."

"Although I think compared to you, Sera, I did my fair Share of Talks, where have you Been."

"Drinking to not punch Divus in the face or try to Not lose my mind."

"How much did you Drink?"

"1 Bottle of Vodka, two vine glasses and five shots… maybe also a bit Sake."

"And you still act Normal?"

"Alcohol Makes me calmer, I realized. I am less angry and lash Out less. I wouldn't recommend it to everyone. "

"Wow, you are strong." Nanette smiled at him.

"I would call it weak rather than strong. That I can't keep a straight mind in my sober self and need alcohol to be more levelheaded… "

"Well is there maybe a Drink to make you Smile…"

Seraphim chuckled.

"You still haven't given Up to try to cheer me Up."

"Hey you smile so I won, right?"

Seraphim nodded at Nanette and Put His Hand on their shoulder.

“Oh no…” Antonio gulped as he stood in the doorway of their bedroom “Catrina?” ”Toni~!” The woman smiled happily, walking up to him. She hugged him, pressing herself close to him which only caused the other to blush more “Y-you’re drunk…” “I went out with Divy and got a little tipsy~” she giggled as her words slurred. Catrina stood on her tippy toes and kissed his cheek, leaving a lipstick mark “I can smell the alcohol, Cat” he smiled softly and kissed her forehead.

Jed: DID YOU READ MY DIARY???? THAT'S AN INVASION PRIVACY! IM CALLING THE POLICE!