#drunk dany

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]

So here’s the deal. When I first heard Joey’s voice, it was “Toss a coin” and I was already obsessed with the Witcher. Then by chance, I heard King (from Love Run), and and it was intriguing at first and I added it to a random playlist, frankly forgot about it. Then a month later I heard it again, and I had happened to see Joey’s Instagram where he talked about his band. Down the rabbit hole I went, and I listened to “Love Run” all the way through. I have this habit of listening to a whole album all the way through several times before I make a decision about it (and if you listen on Spotify you have to make sure you listen to it in order and it doesn’t get shuffled). It’s raw and and open and makes you feel so vulnerable you can’t function. Then you listen again and hear the strength and power in it, you know they can see you. They have been in the same place you now reside and they fought their way out. They’re leading the way out from the darkness, all you have to do is take their hand.

I will say that the first few rounds of Love Run didn’t mean much. I wasn’t ready for it. Then I really heard what they said and I was hooked. I waited anxiously with the rest of the Devils for their new album and when it finally came, I felt like I had burst forth from the darkness and had taken my place among the army of Dear Hearts. I felt as if I had been awakened from a deep sleep to become the feral creature I had been created to be.

I am strong enough. And not because Joey and Madeleine said so, but because they simply reminded me of the fact.

I am the Wild. I will be witnessed by the Old Man who told me I can’t. I will survive.

And at the end of all things, I will be fine.

"Nothing", I say flatly and take another swig. "I hate everything he does."

The answer doesn't seem to suffice, though. I sigh, before I add "My favorite thing? Absolutely ridiculous. I like sleeping in his bed, okay? I like how the fucking asshole holds me, when he sleeps. When I'm warm and held and not alone." I smirk. "I like that better with B though."

*

I blankly stare at the other person, without even seeing them, without seeing anything but a colorless blur, a world of white noise behind a veil of years.

Everyone knows. Everyone has seen them, speaks about them, thinks about them when they hear my name. My father's name.

I don't even know if he's still alive. Sometimes I hope he isn't, so he won't know what happens to me, what they do to me. They're destroying him, what's left of his work, of his legacy, and I'm their tool. I let them be, because I'm not strong enough to withstand, when they -

My drink slides from my hand, thin glass exploding into thousands of shards at our feet. Ridley will hate it. Me not keeping countenance. Drawing attention. But then again, he loves seeing me hurt.

There's a sharp tug on my collar, the leash in Ridley's hand forcing me back to his side.

"Fuck you", I whisper at the other person through clenched teeth, almost too quiet for myself to hear, before I turn my gaze to Ridley and await my punishment.

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Ridley is @what-a-whump s OC

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A shiver runs down my back at the question and my grip around the half empty champagne flute in my hand tightenes.

Instinctively, my gaze searches for him in the crowd, if he's watching, listening, as if it would make a difference. I say what he wants me to say. I am who he wants me to be. Simple.

A well-trained smile springs to my lips, shy and cute, eased by the sparkling lightness of the alcohol. "It's... all that I could hope for", I say. "He... provides for me, cares for me and I mean, look at this place, it's beautiful. Who wouldn't want to live here? Ridley is -" Something rumors in my stomach, and I reach for the couch to steady myself, before I try again. "He's a great -" The world is spinning around me and I look up again, apologetic and slightly desperate. "Ho... Hold my glass, please? I'll... Be right back." My hand covers my mouth, as I stumble back and escape to the bathroom.

[Ask my intoxicated muses anything!]