#date rape drug

[chloeworships]

Wow 😮 and this is happening to men too. Y’all be safe though.

#drugged #date rape drug

[flymmsy]

You Look Just Like Her

The resemblance to Gortash's lost lover is striking - Tav is the perfect canvas to bring The Dark Urge back to life.

Tavtash noncon with background Durgetash. 18+, 1.6k. Please read the tags, heavy on the angst.

Read it on AO3.

#cw noncon #tw noncon #enver gortash #durgetash #tavtash #cw violence #cw violence against women #cw date rape #cw roofie #cw drug use #cw choking #cw strangulation #cw character death (gortash) #cw angst #flymmsy writes durgetash

[bloody-bee-tea]

IntiMarch 2024 Day 15 - Snark me better

The prompt for this was "Is this your first time?"

Suguru’s hands shake as he slides the lock on the bathroom stall into place. His legs feel like jelly, his body is heavy and he feels hot and cold all over. Suguru curses under his breath.

That fucker Kenjaku must have put something into his drink when he wasn’t looking.

“Suguru!” Kenjaku’s cheerful voice rings out and Suguru feels sick just hearing it.

It’s good he fled to a toilet, he’s probably going to throw up in no time.

“Suguru, what are you doing? Come back out there,” Kenjaku cajoles him, but Suguru doesn’t move a muscle.

Isn’t even sure he could, at the moment, even if he wanted.

“Go fuck yourself,” Suguru growls out and rage curls in his stomach when Kenjaku only laughs.

“I’d much rather fuck you,” Kenjaku gives back and there it is again, that sick feeling. “You know,” Kenjaku says, almost conversationally, “your friends all left already. What are you going to do? Stay in there until they kick you out? I’m patient, you know.”

It makes a shudder run down Suguru’s back and he realises that his situation is not looking all that great. He’s trapped in a sketchy club, in a skivvy bathroom, with nowhere to go and a literal creep waiting for him.

He really should have just stayed home tonight.

Suguru doesn’t deign to give Kenjaku an answer and instead leans his head against the wall. Kenjaku will have to leave the bathroom eventually and if Suguru can manage to get his limbs back under control he can easily outrun him.

Or knock him unconscious. Suguru would be fine with both.

But right now he still feels unstable, his limbs way too uncoordinated to even get the door back open and Suguru wearily closes his eyes.

When someone else comes into the bathroom, he jerks back up, and briefly wonders just how much time he lost, but when he manages to take his phone out with clumsy fingers, he sees that it hasn’t even been ten minutes.

Kenjaku will still be there, then.

Suguru sighs out, his eyes darting over the walls of the bathroom stall, taking in all the horrendous smearings that are everywhere.

His eyes get caught on something fairly legible and Suguru stills. The text simply says ‘Call me’ with a number noted down underneath and even drugged half out of his mind, Suguru knows that this is such a bad idea, but what else is he going to do?

It’s at least worth a try and in the worst case it will give him something to do for a few minutes. A few minutes where he doesn’t have to think about Kenjaku and what might be waiting for him should he go out there.

So Suguru dials the number and presses the phone to his ear. He’s weak enough that he has to prop his elbow on his leg, slumping forward in an almost uncomfortable position, and lean his head against the wall, so the phone won’t fall down.

It rings for so long that Suguru thinks nothing is going to happen, but then there’s a click on the other end of the line.

“What?” a voice drawls out, slurred with sleep and Suguru lets out a harsh breath, tears suddenly pricking his eyes.

“I need you to pick me up,” he says, even though he knows just how insane it is to say that to a complete stranger.

“Huh?” the voice gives back though Suguru can tell that the guy is gradually getting more awake by the second. “Who are you?”

“Suguru,” Suguru replies and he can basically hear the frown over the line.

“I don’t know a Suguru,” the guy says and Suguru chuckles.

“I suppose not. Your number is in a bathroom stall.”

There’s a brief silence on the other end.

“That fucker really did it,” the guy then mutters and Suguru closes his eyes.

He has a nice voice, he finds himself thinking and it’s not good that his thoughts are drifting like this. He needs to concentrate.

“Hey, you said you needed me to pick you up? Where are you? What’s going on? You don’t sound so good, you know?”

“Yeah, duh,” Suguru whispers out and just then someone enters the bathroom, the heavy beat of the music filtering in for a moment.

“What? Got shitfaced and now can’t live with the consequences?” the guy asks and he sounds mean about it.

Suguru likes it, even though he still feels like shit.

“Someone drugged me,” he answers. “He’s still waiting here.”

“Someone drugged you?” the guy calls out and he sounds outraged. “Where are you?”

“Why, you coming to get me out of here?” Suguru almost sounds hopeful, but he can’t help it.

Kenjaku might try shit with him, but he would never if someone else is there, if someone else pays attention. He’s a sketchy little fucker, adamant to stay in the shadows as much as possible and Suguru curses the day he was ever nice to that guy.

“Yeah, I am,” is the answer he gets before some rustling can be heard. “My name’s Satoru, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you,” Suguru weakly gives back and swallows back against a wave of nausea. “Sorry to bother you like this.”

“You’re way too polite for the situation you’re in,” Satoru grumbles. “So tell me, Suguru, where am I going?”

Suguru tells him the name of the club and Satoru huffs.

“Sweet, that’s not even two blocks, I can totally walk that, no need to wake up my driver.”

“Ehm,” Suguru says, not really knowing what to make of that now, but he can most definitely not walk that. “I’m kind of indisposed. Can barely stand, let alone walk.”

“No worries, I’ll drag you home without problems,” Satoru promises him and Suguru hears keys chime.

“I’m kind of big,” Suguru admits, because his stature is nothing to scoff at and yet Satoru only laughs.

“I’m over 6'3″, I think we’ll be fine,” Satoru flippantly gives back and Suguru silently raises an eyebrow.

It is kind of tall, but that’s really not all they need.

“I’m around the same but—”

“Great. Listen, you wanna stay on the phone? Is that creep still there?”

“He said he’d be waiting for me to eventually come out of here, so I’d guess yes.”

“Oh, great, I hope he tries shit when we leave. I haven’t punched anyone in the face in so long,” Satoru gleefully says and Suguru briefly wonders just what the hell he’s getting himself into.

“I’m kind of tired,” Suguru slurs out, exhaustion hitting him like a brick and Satoru hums.

“Men’s bathroom?” he asks and Suguru makes a noise that hopefully means affirmation. “I got you. You go sleep for a while,” he tells Suguru and the words barely left his mouth before everything around Suguru goes dark.

He comes to with a start when someone knocks at the stall door.

“Yo, Suguru, you in there?” Satoru’s voice calls out and Suguru slumps with relief.

“How the hell did you get in here?” he asks, because there is no way that Satoru just walked past the bouncers out front. “I’ll pay you back.”

“Don’t be stupid now, no one can resist my charm,” Satoru replies. “Except you maybe, because the door is still not open.”

“Gimme a moment,” Suguru pleads, because coordination is hard and his head is pounding now.

He fumbles the lock twice and then almost faceplants into the door when he tries to pull it open and by the end he’s sitting on the ground, sweat-soaked and exhausted.

“There you are,” Satoru says and the most gangly creature Suguru has ever laid eyes on squats down in front of him.

“You’re lanky as hell,” is the first thing Suguru says to him and watches how Satoru’s eyes sparkle as he laughs.

Surely that must be a trick of the light.

“Strong, too, you’ll see, my muscles keep all this lanky-ness together,” he promises. “You ready to leave this place or what?”

“Did you—see a creep with a scar across his forehead?”

“The guy who drugged you? Sorry, I didn’t really pay attention to anyone, but seriously, don’t sweat it. If he does something I’ll punch him, no problem.”

“You’re kind of insane,” Suguru mutters but he does try to drag himself to his feet.

“Kinda have to be to pick up random strangers in filthy bathroom stalls, no matter if they’re hot,” Satoru cheerfully says and reaches out, sliding his arms around Suguru and simply yanking him up. “You good?”

“That’s kinda hot,” Suguru admits, because he’s by no means a small man but Satoru made that move seem effortless.

“I know, right.” Satoru smiles as he says it and when he winks at Suguru, he thinks he might have laughed but his head hurts like hell and he actually just wants to get out of here.

“I’m so ready to leave this place now,” he says, repeating Satoru’s earlier words and Satoru only grins at him before he slings one of Suguru’s arms over his shoulders, one sliding behind his back and then he marches them right out of the club.

Moving is hard, and Suguru is too busy to try and at least keep up with Satoru’s long strides, so he doesn’t get a chance to look around and see if Kenjaku is really still around and waiting for him or if it was just an empty threat.

Suguru isn’t sure how they make it to Satoru’s place but he is certain that most of it is thanks to Satoru. There’s no way Suguru would have managed three steps on his own.

“And here we are,” Satoru finally says, not even sounding slightly out of breath as he deposits Suguru on a comfortable couch.

“You really did it,” Suguru mutters, quickly fading now that there’s no danger lurking around anymore and he longs to simply fall back, into the comfort of the couch and not have to think for a while.

“Told you I would,” Satoru says with a shrug. “I’ll go get a blanket for you and some painkillers for tomorrow, but don’t stress yourself, just pass out like you so clearly want to.”

“Promise to be better company tomorrow,” Suguru mumbles, barely audible, and the last thing he knows is Satoru patting his head and saying “I’m counting on it.”

And then there’s only blissful darkness.

~*~*~

Suguru wakes up to the smell of coffee. It’s the only pleasant thing that morning, because his head feels as if it’s being split open and there’s a strange taste in his mouth. Suguru lets out a deep groan. It doesn’t help with the headache.

“Morning, princess,” a cheerful voice calls out and Suguru forces himself to blink at least one eye open.

When he sees a mop of white hair, sparkling blue eyes and pure lanky-ness in front of him, it all comes back in a rush.

“Fuck, Satoru.”

“Always an option,” Satoru blithely says as he squats down next to the couch. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” Suguru honestly gives back and then gives Satoru a grateful smile when he holds out the painkillers for him.

He quickly washes them down and then falls back into the couch.

“Let that sit for a while. You want pancakes or waffles for breakfast?”

“How are those my only options?” he groans out but when Satoru only shrugs he gives in. “Waffles, please.”

“Will do. Join me when you feel like you can move again,” Satoru says, already marching off towards what Suguru assumes must be the direction of the kitchen.

“You got coffee for me?” he calls after him but Satoru doesn’t even stop.

“If you can make it into the kitchen, sure,” he easily says and then vanishes through a doorway.

“Asshole,” Suguru grumbles under his breath, though he’s not really mad.

This is all rather—comfortable, if he’s being honest, apart from the splitting headache and the shit that happened last night.

Suguru stays on the couch for a while longer, but soon the smell of waffles joins that of the coffee and that’s enough to get him moving. Fuck painkillers. They’ll do their job eventually.

“Oh, look who made it!” Satoru greets him and immediately puts a pot of coffee and a stack of waffles down in front of him. “I have sugar and milk and every syrup you can think of but you strike me like the kind of guy who prefers it black.”

“Not true, caramel, please,” Suguru gives back because overdosing on sugar this fine morning seems like a good idea.

He deserves it after last night, anyway.

“Wow, a man after my own heart.” Satoru dramatically swoons before he quickly gets the syrup and then they fall into comfortable silence as Suguru demolishes his waffles.

It does wonders for his stomach and his head and his general mood.

“These are amazing,” he says between bites, because they are but Satoru only smirks at him.

“I know,” he replies and then leans closer to Suguru. “So. Is there anything you want me to do to that creep of yours? The options are varied and I’m willing.”

“Huh?” Suguru asks, still chewing his last bite because surely Satoru cannot be serious.

“I’m very intolerant when it comes to drugging people—and everything that usually comes after—so I’m offering my services.”

“What the hell could you even do?” Suguru wants to know, not because he’s seriously considering it, but because Satoru sounds so sure about himself.

“I’m very smart, very bored, very rich, and come from a very influential family. Just say the word. I can get him fired, evicted or arrested for some made-up bullshit. I can also just go and punch him in the face, if that’s more to your liking.”

“Very humble, too,” Suguru mutters but then he allows himself to imagine it for a moment. Satoru proved last night that he’s strong; strong enough to carry Suguru two blocks, even though Suguru is more muscle than anything else. But it would put Satoru on Kenjaku’s radar and he’s not going to risk that.

“Nah, the punching is out, I don’t want you near him. Who knows what he’d do in retaliation.”

“Aww, you’re worried, how sweet,” Satoru says, smiling brightly. “But with that option out—any of the others catch your attention?”

“I—kinda like the idea of having him fired,” Suguru admits. “Or evicted.”

“Make that an ‘and’,” Satoru nods, as if it’s already decided. “I can totally do that.”

“You seem awfully comfortable with this. Is this your first time?” Suguru wants to know and decides that the tingly feeling in his chest has nothing to do with the way Satoru smiles at him.

“Picking up hot guys in bathroom stalls? Yeah. That’s a first for me.”

“Could have fooled me,” Suguru mutters under his breath and Satoru reaches out to pat his hand.

“No worries, you’re very special that way.”

Suguru might still feel like shit and Kenjaku might still be out there, but right now things are somewhat good and Suguru decides to take a chance.

Satoru is just his type after all. Snarky and hot and strong enough to hold his own.

“Special enough to be allowed to save your number and see you again?” he asks, taking a sip of his coffee in an attempt to hide his blush.

“See me again? You’re thinking about leaving already? Shame, I kinda wasn’t done with you,” Satoru almost purrs out and Suguru refuses to admit how hot that is.

“Oh? Tell me more about those plans of yours then,” Suguru demands and leans forward, putting his cup of coffee down.

“First of all, you’re going to shower,” Satoru starts off. “Coming out with my clothes, of course.”

“Possessive, I see.”

“Then you’re going to trash talk the most atrocious movie I can find with me, before you let me drive you home, so you can change into real clothes and I can take you out for lunch.”

“Not dinner? You wound me so.”

“I’m not really good at planning that far ahead,” Satoru shrugs. “We’ll have to make new plans during lunch. I’m sure we can think of something.”

“Oh, I’m absolutely certain about that,” Suguru agrees and he marvels at how easy things with Satoru are.

It’s almost as if they have done this a thousand times already.

“I’m picking the place for lunch, though, because I know a restaurant that makes the best tiramisu. You’ll like it.”

“That’s bribery,” Satoru immediately says. “And not necessary, because I’m already interested. In case that wasn’t clear.”

“Yeah, no, I picked up on that,” Suguru says with a laugh. “Now. The shower?”

Satoru pouts at him when he gets up.

“What?” Suguru asks, though he can guess.

His fingertips tingle with anticipation.

“I valiantly come to your rescue in the middle of the night, take you away from bad, no good people, give you shelter and then feed you and I don’t even get something in return?”

He dramatically blinks at Suguru who thoughtfully hums under his breath.

“Mh, I mean—I can get you a plant as thanks, if you really want.”

“Suguru!”

Suguru laughs.

“Or I can do this, I guess,” he goes on and leans down to kiss Satoru.

He keeps it short and firm and by the time Satoru blinks his eyes back open, he’s almost to what he guesses is the bathroom.

“I expect a change of clothes to be ready when I’m done,” he calls over his shoulder and he hears Satoru make an annoyed sound.

“I charge a kiss per piece,” he calls back and now that makes Suguru stop, just in the doorway, turning around to give his most flirty smile at Satoru.

“Better dress me properly then,” he says and then firmly shuts the door behind him.

This is going to be fun.

#bt writes #jjk #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu #no curses au #strangers to lovers speedrun #kenjaku is his own warning #date rape drugs #humor #flirting #banter

[voxtekenterprises]

"Velvette is Staticmoth's daughter because she's the youngest amongst the Vees and they're too old for her to be romantically, much less sexually, involved with."

Argument invalid. Vox died a rough 20 years before Valentino did. He is literally the old man of the trio. Pretend to be outraged about age gaps elsewhere, this is Hell, babey!

#once again i am begging you all to stop being weird about petite women who get too close your ship and give it girl cooties #velvette #the vees #velvette x vox x valentino #life is tough if you ship an evil polycule and dont reinvent the nuclear family but with a conman a rapist and a date rape drug seller

[allthecanadianpolitics]

Tests that detect drugs commonly used to intoxicate people without their consent are now available in emergency rooms across Quebec.  The tests can detect more than 200 psychoactive substances including GHB, commonly known as the date-rape drug. But, because these drugs are metabolized quickly, the tests must be done within 10 to 48 hours of the intoxication, depending on the substance. "This is good news," said Karine Gagnon, a co-ordinator with Crime Victims Assistance Centres (CAVAC). "It's a response that victims of events like these wanted."

Continue Reading.

Tagging: @politicsofcanada

#Date rape drugs #Rape culture #cdnpoli #canada #canadian politics #canadian news #Quebec

[nikkiredfox14]

Due to resent events...I honestly cannot say I like Natsu anymore. In this art, his smug look with Sakura's unsure expression...Green/Jade is the color of envy but Jade is also used when you want to hide what you hate about yourself. The fact that Natsu is helping her hide but she doesn't like it is unsettling. And I think the point is that Natsuhiko is NOT good for Sakura, even if this is what she really wants.

I could be wrong, but I started to dislike him after the spin off were he tries to give her a "secret love potion"........which is really creepy and then Tsukasa breaks it

That and this smile here is completely fake now that we know Natsuhiko would kill Mitsuba without a second thought the very moment he is no longer useful

#its basically a date rape drug #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #tbhk #yugi tsukasa #anime #manga #tbhk natsuhiko #sakura nanamine #sousuke mitsuba

[respectlless]

vague mentions of date r*pe drugs below the cut

have we ever stopped to consider the fact that maybe velvette is whole brained. like she's obviously artistic since she designs clothes but she's also canonically a really good potion maker (unfortunately, since she uses that skill to create and sell date rape drugs)

i don't see her as being interested in chemistry per se, she likely thinks it's boring and wouldn't know like. complex chemistry things since it's not something's not something she cared to pursue but i can see her having a fantastic understanding of it. like it just clicking as common sense

at least highschool level chemistry which is likely all she took in life since again i can't see her wanting to pursue it as a career

#musings. #ooc. #cw: date rape drugs #tw: date rape drugs

[spruffle]

i'll be honest. when i saw these three tags together my first impulse was "there's a new hbomberguy video??"

#hbomberguy #hbomb #CW: transphobia #CW: date-rape drugs

[foxywrites]

devils come out when the sun goes down - chapter one

AI-less Whumptober 2023 - Day One : Drugging || @ailesswhumptober Flufftober 2023 - Day One : "I've got you." || @flufftober Bad Thing Happen Bingo - G1 : Tampering with Food/Drink || @badthingshappenbingo LGBTQ Bingo - O4 : Silenced || @lgbtqbingo AFG Dark Bingo - B4 : Paranoia || @anyfandomdarkbingo

Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic || Word Count: 2,005

Summary: The upperclassman, Katelyn and the monsters go to Eden’s on Halloween during Neil’s second year. Everything that can go wrong, pretty much does- but when the nights reaches an end, and it dawns on Neil that it could have been much worse, he decides that maybe it isn’t that bad.

Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Katelyn/Aaron Minyard, Neil Josten & Katelyn & Aaron Minyard

Characters: Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Katelyn (All For The Game), Aaron Minyard, The Foxes | Palmetto State Foxes Member(s) (All For The Game)

Trigger Warnings: Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Non-Consensual Drugging, Passing out.

Additional Tags: Halloween Costumes, Hurt Neil Josten, Neil Josten & Katelyn Friendship, BAMF Katelyn (All For The Game), Angst and Hurt/Comfort, AI-less Whumptober 2023, Day 1: Drugging, Flufftober 2023, Day 1: "I've got you.", ailesswhumptober2023, Any Fandom Dark Bingo, Bad Things Happen Bingo

#tw: #Date Rape Drug/Roofies #Non-Consensual Drugging #Passing out #prompts: #ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptoberday1 #flufftober 2023 #flufftober day 1 #flufftober #day one #fandom: all for the game #ship: andreil #ship: andrew x neil #anyfandomdarkbingo #bad things happen bingo #all for the game fanfic #fanfic #all for the game #aftg #the foxes #neil josten #andrew minyard #katelyn #aaron minyard #halloween fic #yuna's halloween works #foxy's updates

[diegoalvesisgod]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men's Football RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Davide Calabria/Sandro Tonali Characters: Davide Calabria, Sandro Tonali Additional Tags: Whumptober 2023, Whump, Whumptober, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to Friends, Alternate Universe - College/University, Date Rape Drug/Roofies Series: Part 1 of Whumptober 2023 Summary:

The car isn’t moving, no sound from the outside can get to him, there’s just breathing and his own heartbeat. Rapid, panicked, painful.

Day 1 of Whumptober 2023 - "But now this room is spinning while I'm trying just to fill in all the gaps."

#whumptober2023 #lyric #no.2 #swooning #football rpf #fic #date rape drugs

[chloeworships]

⚠️

God also showed me a wine bottle and a man opening it up with another woman. He showed me a HUGE poison ☠️ image in red with the word “poison”in front of the bottle. Someone’s drink or bottle of wine 🍷 is going to be spiked.

The woman then forced herself onto this man and began making out with him after a few drinks. Yes this stuff does happen to men also. Be careful who you are around babes. This person is trying to set you up either to get pregnant, give you a disease 🦠 or rob or kill you.

I know there is a method to slowly poisoning someone over time so they develop a sickness or age quickly and die. This can go undetected for years babes and the death doesn’t look suspicious. It’s a slow and painful process but sadly, effective. Think of cigarettes/cigars or cocaine. A little arsenic is released over time and can lead to cancer, right? It’s the same mechanism but someone could be using this technique intentionally doing this to another, unbeknownst to them. I’ve seen this happen, but after the fact. God wouldn’t show me this unless someone was in harms way.

#poison warning #date rape drug #MEN

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

the entire plot of Harry Potter could’ve been avoided if Merope Gaunt knew what ‘no’ meant

#Cause then there wouldn’t be voldy #The love potion was a date rape drug #If their genders were flipped y’all would’ve cancelled jkr sooner #merope gaunt #fuck jkr #trans rights

[daswarschonkaputt]

The chair when Porsche breaks is beautiful and heart rending and so true to form for what he was going through. For DVD commentary though, what was Kinn doing during this time? What was he thinking? Did Khun come and yell at him? What was his response?

i'm assuming you mean chapter instead of chair? i'm guessing autocorrect reared its ugly head here.

i'm so glad someone asked about this, lol. one of the real struggles of this fic has been knowing what kinn's thinking at all times and not ever really communicating it, beyond what porsche picks up. there's actually quite a lot going on with him this chapter, so i'll pick apart a few moments:

After months of casual touches and thoughtless displays of ownership, there’s something deeply uncomfortable about sitting next to Kinn, each of them wooden and unmoving, an inch of obsessively-maintained space between them at all times. Porsche is furious at it, and all it represents – and simultaneously pathetically, painfully grateful for it.

okay so this is one of the first scenes in the chapter: the car ride back from the hotel to the compound. we've cut straight to the aftermath, and we don't really hear much about the immediate morning after they had sex whilst porsche was drugged. i wanted to convey palpable awkwardness with this scene.

what's going through kinn's mind right now? well, kinn is very aware he crossed a line with porsche. he's aware he's done something wrong, and feels a fair bit of guilt for it -- but he's pushed that down in favour of being functional. he doesn't know how to position himself in the light of what happened, especially because porsche's reaction upon waking up was just to sort of sit there, incredibly traumatised.

kinn spends a lot of the two earliest chapters shamelessly inserting himself into porsche's space, and putting his hands on porsche. i mentioned a few times in the comments section that this was about power. kinn felt that by controlling the ways that he and porsche touch (being the one to touch, being the one to move porsche, always being the aggressor) he could hide the power porsche already unknowingly held against him. but here, kinn's realising that his quest to make himself feel more secure has come at the price of some fundamental part of porsche.

so, he retreats. he doesn't touch. he doesn't invade porsche's space. he doesn't look at him.

this is very much the start of kinn attempting to respect porsche's boundaries, which becomes foundational to their relationship as it progresses.

There’s a moment, over the car, where their eyes meet. Kinn breaks first. “Pete,” he says, turning to the two bodyguards climbing out of the front of the car. “Have a doctor sent up to my rooms in an hour.” [...] The word bursts out of Porsche’s mouth with unexpected vehemence. “ No.” Kinn turns to him, eyes glinting dangerously. “Excuse me?”

of course, it wouldn't be kinn/porsche without some give and take. respecting porsche's boundaries also means respecting when porsche says no to things involving his body -- not just not touching him. kinn isn't so great at that yet. as you can see, he's fully prepared to force the issue of the doctor. kinn doesn't fully get the extent of porsche's issues with him yet. he still sees porsche as a subordinate, who should do as he's told.

he'll get there.

“Okay,” Porsche says, voice twisted with sardonic bitterness. “If it’s for intel.” He fists his hands in his shirt, still stained with his drink from last night, and wrenches it open. Buttons fly. Pete flinches. Porsche rips the item off his torso, and throws it at Kinn. “Run your tests,” he says. “And leave me the hell alone.”

man if i could write one bit in kinn pov from the earlier chapters, i'd want it to be this scene. because porsche has been so quiet, so withdrawn, in the aftermath of the night they spent together, this is the first time he's really gotten angry with kinn, and really pushed back hard. this is one of the first glimpses kinn gets of how fucked up porsche is by what happened.

kinn's pretty affected by this, although he doesn't really show it openly. i think at this at this point, he decides that he's going to respect porsche's wishes here. that it's important that he does respect porsche's wishes here. porsche asks to be left alone -- so kinn leaves him alone. for the entire chapter.

Kinn doesn’t come to the room that night. Porsche lies on their bed, surrounded by the scent of him, and doesn’t sleep a wink.

things would have gone very differently, i feel, if kinn had come to the room that night. i actually think they maybe would have talked earlier, but i don't think it would have been good for their longterm relationship development. longterm, porsche needed to know that kinn would respect his autonomy. he needed to know that kinn was capable of listening when he said no.

anyway, kinn spends the night elsewhere, probably in a guest bedroom. he drops by early in the morning, quietly, and leaves the test results from the drink-on-shirt spillage on the dresser.

and we get this:

There’s a sheet of folded paper on the dresser. Porsche frowns. He hadn’t heard anyone come in last night, but then again, he wasn’t really in the best place to notice an incursion. He looks around for some other sign of disturbance, and finds none. Porsche picks it up, and unfolds it. His hands falter. Sample tested positive for gamma-hydroxybutyrate (GHB). Negative for all other substances.

so obviously, kinn isn't intending for his little paperwork drop off to trigger an incident where porsche covers himself in hairdye and strangles himself, but that's obviously one of the effects. he drops the paper off without talking to porsche because he's trying to keep porsche appraised of what's going on, without porsche having to talk to him. (because porsche told kinn to leave him alone.)

this... well. you know. porsche doesn't respond well to this.

Tankhun’s head appears in the doorway. “Come tell Hom which products are yours.” “Oh. None of them,” Porsche answers. Tankhun makes a face. “Fine. We’ll just take Kinn’s.” Then, darkly, “Serves him right.” He ducks back into the bathroom.

tankhun! my former favourite character! so obviously, here, tankhun is pretty upset with kinn, because to him, porsche just got almost kidnapped? and kinn's just sort of left him there to struggle? and clearly porsche is struggling a lot. the blue hairdye meant that tankhun could see pretty clearly porsche had tried to strangle himself, and tankhun put that together with the bruising on porsche's neck when they first met, and now he's just really upset with kinn.

following this, tankhun does go and read kinn the riot act, and kinn sort of takes it before telling him to stay out of it. it's not a great feeling to listen to tankhun's rant, because tankhun is laying the blame at kinn's feet a little, like this is your boyfriend, why aren't you looking after him? and kinn's not arguing back because he knows what's wrong with porsche is his fault, but tankhun is wrong because the one thing that would make it all worse is kinn showing up and trying to make a production out of taking care of porsche.

Tae’s gaping at him. “Keep your bike,” Porsche spits, “and stay the fuck away from me.”

tae ends this encounter by immediately going and talking to kinn, like, "hey bestie i think i really upset your boyfriend," to which kinn replies, "it's not you he's upset with."

essentially, kinn spends the week after the diamond auction with everyone around him in his life telling him that something's wrong with porsche, like, hey maybe go fix your boyfriend, and kinn's unable to tell them that he can't, because he's the one that broke him to begin with. and with every new story he hears, the guilt worsens.

because porsche isn't getting better. if anything, it seems like porsche is just getting worse and worse and worse.

“I’ll let you go,” Khun Korn says. He stands. “Kinn’ll be in his rooms, at this hour.”

okay, so the khun korn chess conversation happens immediately after porsche nearly drowns himself in the pool. what we don't see as a reader is what happens behind these two scenes.

by the time he's fishing porsche out of the pool, chan has received porsche's report on the diamond auction, kinn initiated a sexual encounter with me and all. he's already concerned, and then he finds porsche in the pool, and that concern becomes a pressing matter.

he leaves porsche with khun korn, and goes to find kinn, who, like khun korn says, is in his rooms at that hour. chan tells kinn that he wants to put porsche on psychiatric leave. kinn pushes back against this for a variety of reasons, but chiefly, because if porsche goes on psychiatric leave, kinn has to confront the fact that he's done something irreparable to porsche, that the burgeoning whatever they had between them can never be regained, that he's completely and utterly fucked everything up.

and he's not ready to grieve that, quite yet.

kinn finishes this conversation with chan, and finds porsche in his rooms.

“Well, then what do you want, Porsche?” Kinn asks. “Because I sure as hell can’t figure it out. You ask me to stay away from you, and then you show up here. You don’t want me to apologise, but you’re clearly pissed at me. Your motives are a fucking mystery to me, right now, and I don’t have time to play your little mind games and figure them out.”

hmm, i wonder what previous relationship kinn could have had that made him think he had to play mind games with porsche to figure out what's going on in his head? hmm, i wonder where we might lay that blame. truly, a mystery for the ages.

jokes aside, i'll draw your attention to this paragraph from a later chapter:

Kinn can guess at what Tae wanted to say. “Tawan and I fought,” he says. “I just didn’t talk about it, much.” It upset Tawan, the idea that Kinn would badmouth him to their friends every time they had a disagreement. It made the experience of fighting with Tawan feel—isolating, sometimes. He didn’t even like it if Kinn talked about it with his family. At the time, he thought it was because Tawan desperately wanted to be liked, approved of, by Kinn’s loved ones. He thought a lot of things at the time.

the tawan/kinn past relationship was incredibly dysfunctional, and i would probably class as vaguely emotionally abusive on tawan's side. tawan cut kinn off from his support network very effectively, to the extent that kinn ended up lashing out at kim, when he came to kinn with concerns about tawan. i didn't end up going into too much detail here, but kinn's obsession with maintaining power in his relationships is entirely due to what happened with tawan, and the way tawan played games during their time together.

when tawan was upset, kinn wasn't allowed to talk to his family about it. kinn had to guess what he'd done and make amends.

so, he's reactionary, when he sees porsche as doing the same.

Kinn looks up at the ceiling, and then looks down at Porsche. “Khun is pissed at me because he thinks I broke you,” he says. “After your stunt today at the pool, Chan wants to put you on psychiatric leave. My father – and for the record, every other functioning member of our family – is breathing down my neck because the attempted kidnapping of a major family member has every one of our enemies convinced that now is the right time to strike – and on top of all that, the Compound laundry girl is refusing to service my room, and when pressed for an explanation she simply told me that I should ask you. You won’t let me apologise, you won’t sleep in our rooms, you threw Tae’s gift back in his face – so Porsche, I mean this wholeheartedly: what the hell do you want from me?”

every time kinn hears from someone about how he's messed up porsche, he feels guiltier, and every time he feels guiltier, he also feels angrier. because what can he do? how can he make it right? he's trying to do what porsche wants, but everyone around him is yelling at him telling him that he's being a bad boyfriend for doing so. the dam bursts here, and he finally says what's going through his head.

he's as lost as porsche is.

Porsche lowers his hand, hooking his fingers into Kinn’s belt loops, and that’s when Kinn pushes him away.

kinn kisses porsche, but when porsche moves to initiate something sexual, kinn backs off. he doesn't want to push porsche too far. he doesn't want porsche to do something with him he'll regret.

He’s breathing through his nose. Porsche feels a little thrill of victory at it – the knowledge that Kinn isn’t nearly as unaffected as he likes to pretend. He tilts his head. Curls his lip. “What?” he asks, a vicious kind of dare. “Too lucid for you?” Kinn’s face twists. Porsche thinks for a second he might hit him, and in that moment, he almost wants him to. Go on Kinn, Porsche thinks. Prove yourself as awful as I know you are. But Kinn doesn’t. He just closes his eyes, and breathes. Porsche looks at him, and thinks that he’s never hated anyone as much as this.

this is bait from porsche. he's trying to get kinn to do something to him, so kinn will prove himself the monster in his head. and kinn knows that. and he just can't. so even though he's furious with porsche, furious at the barb (too lucid for you? ouch) he visibly reins himself in.

Porsche’s hands go slack in Kinn’s shirt. “I’m sorry,” he says, uselessly, reflexively. He moves to step away, to put the distance back between them, to try and return to whatever tortured stalemate they had before he fucked it all up. Kinn stops him. The hand in his hair curls around his cheek. Kinn’s looking at him. “Do you want this?” he asks.

this is the moment when kinn realises how he can make it better. he makes it better by letting porsche have control. he makes it better by finally letting porsche take the role of the instigator, the aggressor. he lets porsche figure out what he wants.

if porsche wants something from kinn, kinn gives it to him. he gives up control, just this once.

He feels a weight on his cheek. Porsche looks up to see Kinn looking down at him, a soft hand on his cheek. He can read the unspoken question in Kinn’s eyes, Do you want to stop?

i think the fun thing this chapter is that porsche characterises giving someone a blowjob as an example of taking control -- in his mind, it isn't submissive, it's dominant, because you are giving someone else pleasure -- you are in control of them. kinn doesn't really see it the same way, necessarily -- he doesn't understand why it's important to porsche that porsche does this.

do you want to stop? because kinn doesn't need porsche to return the favour. this is about porsche.

the other fun bit about the blowjob scene is that kinn is completely unaware of porsche's relative inexperience. this is one of the things i really want to be clear about: kinn thinks porsche has experience with men.

it's not, like, an unreasonable assumption. porsche was hired to be kinn's fake boyfriend, and porsche has expressed no discomfort whatsoever about this, or about what it will say about his sexuality, or even about being touched by another man to sell the ruse. kinn knows porsche has been with women, but he thinks porsche is an established bisexual.

so kinn is really oblivious, during this part of the fic, to the fact that the diamond auction was essentially porsche's first time with a man. if he knew then, he would have had all sorts of feelings about it, i think.

it's really funny to me, because kinn is a super slut. he's slept with so many guys. and he gets his entire world rocked by a guy who's never given a blowjob before.

they're so fucking gone on each other it's insane.

Later, lying in Kinn’s bed, staring up at the camera lens in the ceiling, Porsche finds the strength to speak. “I want to hear it.” He feels Kinn shift next to him. “Hear what?” Porsche swallows past the lump in his throat. “Your apology.” “Oh,” Kinn says. “I’m sorry, Porsche. About that night, at the hotel. There was a line, and I crossed it. I wish—I wish I hadn’t done those things to you, when you were like that.”

apology scene my beloved! i really, really like this scene. one of my favourite bits of the fic.

a few things about this one: kinn's apology is short, and to the point. he has been thinking about this all week. he has been waiting for a chance to say these words to porsche for a long time -- waiting for the moment porsche comes to find him. and the words held a lot of weight for him, before he and porsche slept together. now they're easier to bear.

the other thing is that i struggled with the wording of it a lot. i wanted it to be clear what he was talking about, but i didn't think kinn would be like. super specific. i knew he would use euphemisms. "a line, and i crossed it."/"when you were like that."

i also thought it was important to qualify the statement -- when you were like that. kinn doesn't deny that he wanted to have sex with porsche. he specifically identifies the issue: porsche was drugged.

Porsche stays there. “I want to wear my own clothes,” he says, when he’s built up the nerve. “And a phone. And I want to see my brother.” Kinn presses his lips against Porsche’s nape. “Okay,” he says.

kinn would have given porsche literally anything he asked for in that moment. he's indulgent with the people he loves. and i think it settles something in him, that what porsche chooses to ask for, with his new power over kinn, are simple, easy things. his own clothes. a phone. a visit to his brother. it makes the fact that he's given up his power over porsche, that he's let porsche see how much he cares back -- it makes it all less terrifying.

he can trust this one.

tawan would have taken so much more from him. and i think that's one of the important things about kinn, and his relationship with porsche: realising that the things that came from tawan, mean different things coming from porsche. kinn trusts that porsche won't ask for more than he can give. and porsche never does.

in later chapters, there are echoes, between porsche and tawan. but kinn never puts them next to each other, never compares. because he knows that they're completely different.

#fic: between the sheets #kinn pov is so hard for me but writing sheets i always knew what he was thinking in scenes #ALWAYS #there was a whole bunch of tawan stuff that didn't make it into the fic #but it's there #lurking in the background #it made sense not to spell it out in detail tbh #bc i don't think kinn really identifies just how fucked up everything with tawan was #tawan lives in a box inside kinn's head labelled ''regret'' #and that's about all he does with it #dating porsche helps him realise that it wasn't necessarily the things tawan did that was the issue #(e.g. kissing him; pulling secrets from him; demanding trust and honesty) #but what he did with them when kinn gave them to him #god i could write a separate novel all about kinn and the echoes of tawan but i don't want to right now #i need to rest #dub con cw #date rape cw #ghb cw #drugs cw #abuse cw #other canon typical content warnings for kinnporsche apply as always

[allthecanadianpolitics]

The opposition in the national assembly is criticizing the CAQ government's refusal to provide Quebec with a provincial plan to combat date-rape drugs. On Thursday, the members of the committee on health and social services met to decide whether to study a petition calling for such a plan. The Coalition Avenir Québec (CAQ) used its majority to block the initiative, explaining that it had already announced 11 measures last June concerning date-rape drugs. "It's not enough," said the petition's sponsor, Liberal MNA Jennifer Maccarone(opens in a new tab), in an interview. "I have five universities in my constituency. No one knows about (the CAQ's measures)."

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Tagging: @politicsofcanada

#Quebec #Rape culture #date rape drugs #CAQ #Francois Legault

[criminol]

Rohypnol

Rohypnol is a brand name for a drug called flunitrazepam, a powerful sedative. It is a tranquilliser around ten times more potent than Valium (diazepam). Usually rohypnol comes as a white or dark-green pill but it can be crushed into a powder.

The effects of rohypnol start 20-30 minutes after taking the drug but may continue for up to 12 hours after. The person may collapse and someone who has taken it will experience loss of muscle control, confusion, drowsiness, slow reaction times and amnesia. Sometimes people who have taken rohypnol cannot remember what happened when they were on the drug.

Medically, rohypnol is used to treat insomnia however it has gained a notorious reputation as a date rape drug due to the fact it is tasteless, odourless and dissolves in liquids, leading it to be used by people to commit sexual assault.

Spiking drinks is illegal in most countries but often goes unreported.

#drugs #rohypnol #date rape #daterape

[harleybeaumont]

The Other Nevrakis

Chapter 17 - The Perfect Storm

Pairings- Drake x OC (Lilith Nevrakis), Liam x Riley

Book- TRR Book One

Synopsis- Lilith Nevrakis is the younger sister of Duchess Olivia, and the black sheep of her family. Drake Walker is the best friend of the Crown Prince. Lilith and Drake are similar in that they both prefer random hookups to relationships. Once they meet, something in each of them changes and they both realize they want more out of life. But is what they want, each other?

A/N- This pretty much follows the events of TRR Book 1, but this is an AU where Olivia has a younger sister and Riley is Maxwell’s cousin. The story alternates between Lilith and Drake's POV, but not in first person.

Warnings- Language, Drinking, Sensuality, NSFW (there will be lemons!)

Word count- 3,800

***Trigger Warnings- -date rape drug, kidnapping, violence

(Thank you @ao719 and @angelasscribbles for the advice on how to tag this chapter and note trigger warnings. @ao719 you probably don’t even remember because it was months ago when i started writing this chapter and asked your advice lol)

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Chapter 17 - The Perfect Storm

Lilith stayed in her bedroom for the next week, heartbroken, only venturing out to bring up something to eat or drink. Her room was littered with bags of cookies and chips and empty whiskey bottles. The staff had returned and tried to get in and clean, but she turned them away. She was trapped in a downward spiral.. One that she took part in creating by sending Drake away, and she hated herself for it. 

As the sun began to set, she decided to go into town to try and get her mind off of Drake and the hurt look in his eyes, even if it was just to walk around for a change of scenery. Lilith put on a black lace corset top and black leather pants and headed toward downtown Lythikos. For most people, this wouldn't be a very smart idea, but she knew she could handle herself, and the way she had been feeling, it may even make her feel better if someone tried something. Then she could get out some of her frustration. Lilith walked past a bar that was blaring a song that she recognized- her favorite band was performing live again. She smiled slightly and went in. 

The bar was packed and noisy. Raised voices from people speaking over each other and loud music filled the small room. She ordered a glass of whiskey from the bar and felt a pang in her heart as she pictured Drake again. She took a deep breath and smiled at the bartender before making her way across the room. Lilith leaned against the wall watching people dance as the band played. Maybe for a little while, she wouldn’t have to feel hurt. 

“Lilith?!” A familiar male voice called out from the dance floor.

She rolled her eyes, as he made his way over. Of course. I can't escape the heartache even for a moment.

He stood before her smiling brightly as if she hadn't slammed the door in his face a week ago. “I’m so glad to see you!”

“Really?” She raised an eyebrow in disbelief as she sipped her drink.

“Ya! I wanna introduce you to my friend!”

The girl elbowed him, “Friend, huh?”

“Uh sorry, I mean my girl.” Gabe looked at the woman nervously. “This is Violet.”

Lilith nodded. She didn't care about Gabe or anyone he knew, but still wanted to be polite. “Hi.”

“Heeey.” The woman smiled indulgently at Lilith, who looked back up at the stage uncomfortably trying to avoid her gaze. What the hell?

Gabe sipped his beer. “I haven't seen you in a long time.”

“I saw you a week ago, Gabe.”

He chuckled, sweeping his blonde hair out of his face. “I mean I haven't seen you around. Thought you vanished.”

“Unfortunately not.” Lilith spoke quietly and Gabe laughed. 

“Always so emo, this one.” He gestured at Lilith. “Why don't we go sit down at the bar and you ladies can get to know each other?”

Lilith looked at him strangely. “I’m good actually. I want to watch the band.”

“Come on.. Just for a minute? They're taking a break now anyway.” Unfortunately he was right and she couldn't think of another excuse at the moment.

“Fine.” She followed Violet and Gabe to the bar, and the two of them sat on either side of Lilith.

“Dry martini.” Violet ordered. “You want anything baby?”

Lilith waited for Gabe to answer, but when he remained silent she turned to see Violet was looking at her. “Me? Uh, no I’m good.”

“Come on Lily billy. You know you want another glass of whiskey.” Gabe nodded to the bartender. “Whiskey neat.”

Lilith eyed him warily. “What is this?”

He shrugged. “I’m just trying to be nice.”

“Gabe, until last week, I hadn't seen you in four years, now here you are acting like we're best friends. I just want to understand what's going on.”

“Nothing, I swear!” He chuckled and leaned forward to look at Violet. “She's always so paranoid. It's the Nevrakis blood.. War strategists, the lot of them.”

Violet laughed loudly and Lilith was about to knock him out.. Maybe both of them. Her phone vibrated and she sighed sadly as she saw who it was. “I should get this.. Hang on a sec.”

“Hello?”

“Lilith? It’s so good to hear your voice! How are you?”

“I'm fine.. I’m just at a bar downtown watching a band play right now, so it’s probably gonna get loud again soon.”

The line went quiet for a moment. “Well, can you call me later? I want to talk to you about something.”

Lilith sighed. All she wanted to do was keep her friends safe, but missed them terribly. As long as she didn't mention any of the blackmail shit it should be ok, right? “Sure Riley. I'll call you after I get home.”

“Ok, thanks babe!”

Lilith chuckled. She really missed her friend and wasn't trying to come off as cold. “I’m sorry Riley.. I’m really sorry-”

“No, don't apologize! Just enjoy the show and call me after!”

Lilith smiled. “Ok.”

She made her way back to Gabe and Violet and sat back down between them sipping her whiskey, as the band started playing again. She wasn't sure what she was going to say to Riley later, but it felt good to talk to her. After a few minutes, she felt a wave of nausea and grabbed her stomach.

“You ok, Lilith?” Gabe smirked at her while she blew out a slow breath. Gabe and Violet were eyeing each other conspiratorially, and red flags began popping up in her brain. She looked back and forth between the two of them and the room started spinning. She blinked her eyes to clear her head but everything was moving in slow motion. Oh my god, my drink. Her breath quickened and she looked down at her glass seeing a hazy sheen on the top of her whiskey. Lilith tried to stand but her legs gave out and Gabe leaned down and slung her arm over his shoulder. 

“Ok, let's get you home, Lily billy.”

The loud music rang in her ears and left her head swimming. Ok, calm down Lilith. Breathe. Stay calm. She started to black out and the next thing she knew, Gabe and Violet were walking her outside of the bar into the street. Hell no. She threw her elbow into Gabe’s face and he fell to the ground cursing. Lilith crawled away as fast as she could while Violet was trying to help him stand back up. Lilith grabbed her phone from her pocket and opened her call log. She needed to dial someone for help but her vision was blurry and she was seeing double. She blinked hard and touched a number, frantically waiting for whoever it was to pick up.

“Lilith?”

“Help! I need help! I’m-”

She felt hands grab her ankles and they began to drag her away as her phone fell from her grasp. She screamed. “Get the fuck off of me!” She kicked hard and felt her stiletto boot connect with something, causing a cracking sound.

“Ow! Fuck!” Violet screamed and cradled her arm. Gabe was standing over Lilith with blood pouring from his lip. Violet called out in agony, “Gabe, I think that bitch broke my wrist!”

“You fucked up now.” He punched Lilith in the jaw and her head snapped back hard onto the concrete. Then.. darkness.

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Drake was about to put it all on the line. He spoke to Liam and Riley the day before, and they convinced him to go back to Lythikos and talk to Lilith. He sighed as he exited a cab at the Nevrakis estate. Part of him wanted to run away and forget everything, but.. he loved her. Maybe she would turn him away again and that would be it. But he hoped with every fiber of his being that she wouldn't. The past week without her was agony and his heart was broken, but there was still a small piece held together that yearned for her. 

Drake took a deep breath and knocked on the door at the Nevrakis estate. 

A short, plump woman in an apron answered. “May I help you sir?”

“I’m uh.. Here to see Lilith.”

The housekeeper squinted at him and nodded. “Mr. Walker, right?”

“Yes.” Drake answered cautiously. He assumed Olivia had told the staff to ban him from the premises if he ever showed up.

“Come in, sir. Any friend of His Majesty King Liam, is welcome in Lythikos.”

Drake chuckled as he walked inside. “Does Olivia know this?”

The housekeeper laughed. “Her Grace does have certain.. choice words when it comes to you. But she would never turn away a friend of royalty.”

Drake cleared his throat awkwardly. “So, um. Is Lilith here?”

“Not at the moment, sir. I believe she went to town. I saw her leave about an hour or so ago.”

Drake's heart dropped. Oh my god, what if she's out on a date with someone? “Was she.. with anybody?” He hoped he didn't sound like a creep.

The housekeeper smiled knowingly. “No, sir. And I don't believe she was meeting anyone either.”

Drake breathed a small sigh of relief and nodded. 

“Would you like to wait in the parlor for her to return?”

“I, uh.. I don't want to impose.”

“Not at all, sir. Right this way.”

Drake followed the housekeeper into the parlor and sat on a couch. He pulled out his phone while he sat in solitary silence, his heart racing as he imagined seeing Lilith again. His phone vibrated with a text:

Drake sighed as he looked around awkwardly. “Well, well, well..” Olivia was standing in the doorway wearing her usual evil grin.

Oh fuck. ”I’m not here to see you.”

She walked closer to him with her arms folded. “I know why you're here. You've come crawling back for my sister.”

Drake sighed in exasperation. “Why are you like this?”

Olivia laughed loudly. “You mean delightful? Regal? Commanding? Bad ass?”

Drake arched an eyebrow. “Right.”

“She's not here, you know. She's probably out with someone better.”

“You know what? Fuck you!” Drake stood getting closer to her. “Don't you care about your sister at all? Don't you care if she’s happy?”

“And you're the one who can make her happy?! That’s a laugh!”

Drake's phone vibrated repeatedly and he pulled it out of his pocket. His stomach swooped when he saw who it was - Lilith. He wondered if she knew he was there. Drake turned away from Olivia as he placed the phone to his ear. 

“Lilith?”

“Help! I need help! I’m-”

Suddenly his heart was pounding in his ears. “What?! What's wrong!? Where are you?!”

Drake continued to listen wide eyed and heard her scream, “get the fuck off of me!”

“Oh my god, Lil what's going on?!” Drake felt his hands shaking and Olivia came around to face him with a confused look on her face as Drake shouted for her. “Lilith!”

He closed his eyes, listening to try and find out what was happening. He faintly heard a woman say, “Gabe, I think that bitch broke my wrist!’

“Gabe?!” Drake looked at Olivia, who paled. “Lilith are you ok?” Drake yelled for her over and over. Then the line went dead.

He looked at Olivia in panic. “Somethings happened to Lilith..” Drake was already making his way to the door and Olivia chased after him. “Riley said she's at a bar downtown watching a band. I have to go!”

“You don't have a car! Come with me.” Olivia ran outside and jumped into the driver's seat of a classic cherry red Rolls-Royce. The engine rumbled and she took off like a shot.

“Holy shit.” Drake held on to the passenger seat tightly as she swerved through traffic.

Olivia pulled out her phone and called her assistant. “Give me the name of every bar downtown where local bands would be playing.”

Drake continued trying to call Lilith’s cell to no avail.

“Flying Heart. Got it.” Olivia tossed her phone to Drake. “Put it in the navigation.”

Drake tried to calm his shaking hands as he typed in the name of the bar. “Who’s Gabe?”

Olivia sighed. “Her ex from years ago. A real piece of shit. I can't imagine what he's doing popping up after all this time.” 

Drake felt sick to his stomach. He was going to kill this guy. “Take a left!” He called out and Olivia jerked the wheel, nearly spinning out.

“A little more warning next time!” She scowled.

“Sorry! It’s up ahead on the right.” Olivia screeched to a stop out front and they hopped out. Lilith was nowhere to be found so they ran inside. 

“Lilith Nevrakis was here not long ago.” Olivia spoke harshly to the bouncer, who winced when she grabbed his shirt collar. “Where did she go?”

He looked at her wide eyed. “Y-Yes, Duchess Olivia. I saw her walk out with a man and woman. She was totally wasted and staggering. They had to practically carry her.”

Drake frowned at Olivia and shook his head. “She did not sound drunk on the phone.”

Olivia's jaw tensed. “They drugged her.” She turned to the bouncer. “Call the police now! Her ex-boyfriend Gabe.. uh, what the fuck was his last name? Russo! Gabe Russo drugged and kidnapped her.”

Drake's stomach was in knots and his head was spinning. “What do we do?! We can't just sit here!”

“Fuck no we cant.. Come on!” Olivia and Drake ran back to the car while the bouncer called the police. She pulled out her phone again calling her assistant. “Give me the address for Gabe Russo!” She tossed Drake her phone again. “307 Windsor Boulevard. Put it in.”

“Why would he drug her? Is he still into her?” Drake's mind was torn between fear and rage.  “Take a right at the light.”

Olivia shook her head as she jerked the wheel. “I don't want to think about it.”

“I'm going to kill him.. If he hurts her, that motherfucker is dead.” Drake was completely serious. He would beat this man to a pulp. He was fully ready to spend the rest of his life in prison.

“Get in line.” Olivia clenched her jaw, eyes straight ahead.

They pulled up to the address and saw a beat up car parked out front. Olivia touched the hood. “The engine’s still warm. They just got here.”

Drake stormed up to the front door but Olivia pulled him back by his shirt. “Be smart about this! We don't know how many people are in there or where they are!”

“I don't care! Who knows what he's doing to her?!”

“Damn it, Walker!” She jerked him back from the door again, spinning him around to face her. “Use your head for once!” She nodded to the window. “Look inside and I’ll go around back.”

Drake blew out a shaky breath. He was so full of adrenaline, he didn't want to be smart. He wanted to kick someone's ass.  He looked inside and saw a brunette woman walk from the kitchen to a bedroom and close the door. It must be the woman who helped take Lilith. Drake rushed around to the back of the house where Olivia was supposed to be, but she was gone. He saw a bathroom window cracked opened. “Oh you gotta be kidding me.” Olivia had scolded him for wanting to go in, but here she was breaking in through a window.. a window that was much too small for him to fit through.

He heard laughter coming from a closed door and that was all he could take. “Fuck this.” Drake rushed over to the back door and kicked it hard. It broke free from the hinges and pieces of wood splintered everywhere in a flurry.

“What the hell?!”  A blonde man who must be Gabe stalked out of the bedroom and headed toward the shattered remains of his back door. Before he got close enough to look properly he was struck across the face by a powerful blow. “Agh, shit!!” Gabe said as he toppled to the floor with a crash.

Drake grabbed Gabe by the collar of his shirt and brought him back to his feet. “Where is Lilith?! What did you do to her?!”

“I don't-” Drake cut him off with a sharp punch to his gut that left Gabe hunched forward and out of breath. Drake landed a right hook to his jaw and shoved him backwards into a coffee table, then headed to the bedroom. Once Drake opened the door, he saw Olivia standing behind the woman with a knife to her neck. 

“Holy shit, Liv.” 

She nodded to the bed where Lilith was sprawled out, unconscious. She had blood on her lip and a bruise on her cheek and jaw. Drake rushed over to her and touched her cheek softly “Lil.. are you ok?” She stirred faintly, letting out a small whimper. He cradled her to him and held her tightly, never wanting to let her go again. 

“I already called an ambulance.” Olivia released the woman, who fell to the floor with a thud. Drake gave her a shocked look and she shrugged. “Don't worry, I just rendered her unconscious.”

“How?”

She smirked. “A lifetime of martial arts training.” Olivia sat on the bed next to Lilith as she checked her pulse and studied her face. “Elevated heart rate and slow breathing.. Ketamine, most likely. She needs to get to a hospital soon.”

They heard a crash from the living room and Drake felt a surge of adrenaline course through him. He kissed Lilith’s forehead, ignoring the surprised look Olivia gave him. “Take care of her. I’m going to deal with this piece of shit.”

Olivia nodded and Drake jumped up following the noise. Gabe was standing in the middle of the living room holding a baseball bat. His face was bloodied from Drake's punches, but his eyes were full of fury. Drake gave him a challenging look. This motherfucker didn't stand a chance. “What the fuck do you think you’re gonna do with that?!.” 

“The hell are you doing in my house!? Where's Violet?” 

“What the hell are you doing with Lilith in your house?! You drugged her! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Gabe shook his head violently, his muscles tensing as he gripped the bat. “You have no idea what you’re talking about! She wanted to come here! She wanted the drugs! We were all just here for a good time!”

Drake could hear blood rushing in his ears as his rage grew. “Bullshit! The cops are on their way and you’re going to jail for the rest of your fucking life!”

Gabe roared and charged at Drake swinging the bat wildly. Drake ducked beneath it and punched Gabe in his stomach hard, and he fell forward on the floor coughing up blood. “You.. pathetic.. pussy whipped fucker.” Gabe continued to cough as he glared at Drake. “Can’t believe.. that whore.. finally got someone hooked..”

At that moment, Drake understood what people meant when they said they saw red. “What did you just say?”

Gabe smirked as he wheezed. “Did that strike.. a nerve? I said.. She’s a fucking.. Whor-”

Drake felt his rage reach its boiling point and at once it was like he was outside of his body. He saw himself leaning over Gabe punching him repeatedly in the face. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. Over and over and over his fist connected with the man's battered face. Through the furious haze clouding his mind, Drake vaguely felt a hand grasp his, trying to pull him back.

“Walker! Drake, stop!!!”

Drake was breathing heavily as he whirled around to see Olivia holding his wrist in her hand, her arm shaking as she pulled against him. He looked down at Gabe’s face, disfigured and covered in blood. The next moment he felt like he came back to himself and jumped back. He swallowed hard, feeling like he forgot how to breathe, meanwhile Olivia was staring at him like he was a monster. Drake staggered over to the other side of the room, panting hard and leaned against the wall to brace himself. What had he done? Just then, sirens wailed outside and police and paramedics rushed into the room. Drake slumped down onto the ground, unable to hear what anyone was saying. He was in complete shock.

The paramedics loaded Lilith onto a stretcher and rushed her out of the room. Olivia was saying something, but Drake couldn't make it out. He tried to stand but his legs didn't seem to function. The paramedics were loading Gabe on a stretcher and one of the police officers dry heaved as they looked at his face.

The next thing Drake knew, he was handcuffed and sitting in the back of a police car.

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The Night of Liam’s Coronation:

A man wearing a hoodie studied a couple walking through a convenience store, casually slipping items into their pockets before heading to the checkout, only paying for a six pack of beer. Once they paid, he followed them into the dimly lit parking lot and cleared his throat. “Short on funds?”

“What the hell?” Gabe spun around, startled.

“I can only assume, by the fact that you just pocketed a couple bags of candy and lighters, that you must be pretty hard up for cash.”

“Who the fuck are you and how is this any of your business?” Violet said, glaring at the man.

“I’m someone who can help you earn a little extra cash.”

“Not interested.” Gabe said before opening his car door and sliding into the seat, ready to drive off.

The hooded man leaned down, looking him in the eye. “Not even for six figures?”

Gabe and Violet looked at each other for a moment, skeptical. Gabe turned back to the man. “What do you need?”

The man chuckled. “That’s what I thought. I know you know Lilith Nevrakis. She’s friends with Riley Beaumont.. And someone with a lot of money wants Riley out of the way.”

“Hey, I don’t kill people.” Gabe shook his head.

“We’re not talking about violence of any kind. I need you to convince Lilith and Riley to sleep with you.”

Gabe and Violet burst out laughing, looking at the man in disbelief. Gabe ran a hand down his face. “If you knew anything, you would know that Lilith hates me, and I haven’t talked to her in years! There’s no way.”

The hooded man nodded to Violet. “Have you ever seen Lady Riley before? She bears a striking resemblance to this young lady.”

Gabe looked at Violet, clearly confused. “I don’t understand..”

The hooded man glanced around as if to make sure he wasn’t being watched. “I need photographs of Riley and Lilith seemingly engaged in unsavory activities with someone. Doesn’t have to be real. It just needs to look real. A picture is worth a thousand words.. Use your imagination.”

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