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tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik · 3 years

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Love at fist sight?

Chapter 3

Warren Worthington III x reader

Word count: 1100 words

Warnings: language

prologue chapter 1 chapter 2

"[...] Mysterious Angel, my mysterious Angel,

So are you the Angel, who's come down here to save me?

Mysterious Angel, my mysterious Angel [...]".

-MYSTERIOUS ANGEL BY ROGER TURNER.

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"Magnifico! bebé, I swear you keep getting better with each fight". Roman, the Cage's manager, said enthusiastically. "Where's my cut?". Your response had been cold compared to his cheerful tone, but Roman was a Spanish dick who would use any excuse to place his filthy hands all over anyone he could, You had to be harsh. Even when You had left it quite clear since day one, if he ever dared to touch you, you were going to choke him with his own blood. Roman wasn't stupid. He knew better than to mess with you, yet he kept on with the occasional "compliments" and his useless tricks to spend time with you.

"Maja, you know you must wait 'till closing down. You know how angry Edmundo gets when the kids get their allowance before time, right?". Edmond, the accountant, was bigger of a dick than Roman was. He wasn't a pervert like Roman. Edmond was simply just an ass because he controlled the Cage's finances. The little power from handling all the money made him believe he owned the place. So he would hold back the Champions and Staff's payments for as long as he wanted because, honouring his profession, Edmund was cheap.

"Does it look like I fucking care?". The little patience you had was waring off. "I'm the best asset this shitty place has!". "Now give me my damn money and all the extras from the past week Edmund has conveniently forgotten! Or I swear to God, Roman, I'll find another fucking Cage". "Maja, don't be silly". Roman left out an airy laugh. "Not even you can do such a thing" "We own you, bebé". He said with a naughty grin plastered on his face. You could feel the anger boiling inside of you. How dare he? That stupid twig! You were going to teach him a lesson. No-fucking-body owned you!

The sound of an explosion; The smell of burning cables; A plethora of incoherent screams coming from the audience had shifted your attention from Roman towards the upcoming commotion caused by... The fire?

Oh, no! Not fire, anything but that! You thought.

Everyone believed your mutation was the ability to control one's blood. When it was actually something called hydrokinesis: The ability to control water. And you didn't need a degree in physics to understand "water's biggest threat will always be fire".

Frantically, you started looking for the staff's exit, making your way poorly against the crowd's flow. The smoke wasn't thick enough to make people cough already, but the air was now too hot and too dry for you to handle. Soon after, it began. The coughing, the dizziness, the wheezing and the shortness of breath, all-clear signs from hypoxia. No matter how hard You tried to keep on moving, it was like your legs had been shut down. Was this how it all ended? After all these years? After all the crap you've gone through?

"Unbelievable!". You scolded yourself mentally. "Just when you couldn't get more pathetic, you have to go out like this, Y/N."

And just when the lights were about to go out, you looked up, and oh! Thank God you did!

You couldn't believe your eyes. Right above you, there was a man. No! That was no man. It was an angel! A literal angel was hovering above you expectantly, of what? You didn't know. He was simply staring at you, but why? Was he greeting you into the afterlife? It couldn't be, such a beautiful creature like him must be heavenly sent, and you were well aware there was no place for you there.

So, what was he? Was he a hallucination? A product made from your dying mind to calm you down during your last moments?

It made sense. Part of you thought, to die with him there, your guardian angel keeping you company as your soul abandoned your body, will be bliss. It was far better than any other death scenario you'd ever thought for yourself.

But another part of you, the one who refused to give up just yet acted upon your death wishes. Before you knew it, somehow, your body managed to use the very last piece of strength you had to produce two simple words out of your mouth.

"Hell... Help... Mmm-e".

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If it hadn't been for the circumstance which had brought you to be like this: Two bodies pressed together, so close from one another, you could come out as one.

If it hadn't been for the seriousness of the situation You were, barely breathing and feeling like a ragdoll on Warren's hands as you remained unconscious. Warren would have wished to stay this close to You for the rest of his life. But he couldn't. Time was your enemy now. He wasn't sure how much smoke you'd inhaled or if you were breathing still. Either way, he had to get you to an E.R as fast as he could. Every second he wasted was getting You closer to the graveyard.

Problem was hospitals were off-limits for "your kind" for two main reasons:

Unlike humans, mutants anatomy was more complex. In most cases, one's mutation was a crucial factor when attending to the wounds. Let's say you were trying to control the internal bleeding on a mutant whose skin was hard as steel. The lack of knowledge and equipment could make the difference between life or death.

And obviously, racism. Many doctors would refuse treatment to mutants claiming their ethics code stated: "A physician shall be dedicated to providing competent medical service with compassion and respect for human dignity".

Since mutants weren't considered to be humans, it was up to good luck to see if you were going to be aided or not. Good luck and good looks. Children, the elderly, teachers, nuns or any other member of society who seemed "decent" had better chances when asking for professional help than those who didn't. Take a mutant man working as a veterinarian who got bitten by a rabid dog during his morning jog. Even if his ability was something as trivial as glowing in the dark. If he was covered in tattoos or had long hair both nurses and doctors would've turned their back on him. Claiming he was nothing but a ringleader, a good-for-nothing mutant scum, whose injury was caused during a fight or something along those lines.

Warren was well aware of that! He knew if he took you to any hospital, You were going to be judged by your punk-rock looks, by the mess you were, covered in ashes and with half-burnt clothes. And last but not least by who was accompanying you:

"The mutant who attempted to destroy mankind".

In a last-minute decision, Warren flew back. Back to the only place where he knew You could survive. The only place whose doors would always be open for him, no matter how much of a dick he could be.

So off he went, to Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters once again.

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theplumsoldier · 4 years

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THE SZÉKELY [1]

title: fox in the henhouse

summary: count dracula visits your family home in greece and takes a special interest in you (set sometime 1800-ish) also this is just the first part:)

pairing: dracula x reader

word count: 3864

warnings: none

IT WAS THE FIRST time the Count had paid Greece a visit and he was just as enlivened as a shark with the scent of fresh nourishment. The voyage was long, exasperating, really, and it was one on which he would have to meet the requirements of an actual Count, rather than conform to those few obligations keeping a castle himself went hand-in-hand with.

It was a family by the name of Galani who had offered him shelter. They had, in fact, been burdened with the task through the Master’s (that is Basil) vocation, and had figured that given this man was a Count, he came of great wealth. Who would they be to deny expanding the company network and seeing as this man appeared to have taken a lot of interest in the firm late times, he was indeed one to impress.

And it was no secret the Galani’s kept a great manor. With their maids galore and the ever-suspicious butler, Abas, their abode was the most pompous, imperious one on the block and they were the proud inhabitants.

Towering pillars made out the front of the manor, marked with great iron-wrought detail and nearly no wear or the years affected them as they regularly were cleaned to its birth-look. Marble tiles and high ceiling, golden details on the spiral staircase, staff racing to take one's coat before you even could shrug it off. At least that was the case for the Count. He adored the rustic semblance.

To the right looked to be a gallery, some closed doors that no wonder hid a kitchen or perhaps scullery, something that looked like a parlor, and to the left, he was already met with a baroque set-up of a dining area. Howbeit, it was not one to eat at, only for the single display of the vase with yellow tulips that stood upon it. Someone was in a cheerful, daring mood, thought he.

Heavy steps suddenly sounded and pausing his inspection, Dracula turned to the thumping sound until his gaze met that of a man. Stout and tall, almost hovering the Count when they came to shake on greeting, and Dracula would suppose he was around his own age, but that would be laughable. He certainly was in his late fifties and as he bellowed in a fit of laughter of elevation, his Adam’s apple jumped in his throat.

“Count Dracula! What a great pleasure it is to host, may I just say that!”

The Count snickered and wrung the man’s hand tightly. It was clammy. “You may. And what a beautiful home. It’s rare I get to enjoy such grandeur.”

Bar his own house of glory and gore, of course.

“Come! Meet my family!”

And so he did. Two girls—or rather women, were lined up side by side. One with her hair tugged strictly from her face, embracing those features proudly that frankly, Count Dracula could not seem to find much beauty in. The daughter, however, you, now—wow! thought he. He could not keep his eyes off of you and you noticed this, blushing as he came to kiss your hand.

It was sad, you thought. How you were in your late teens and had never before been kissed, not even on the hand, until now. For a moment you thought of whatever silly boy that had snuck into your all-girls private school you had formed somewhat of a crush on just last week. Disregarding those imbeciles, you realized you had just gotten your first kiss from a real man.

“It’s a pleasure finally making your acquaintance,” spoke he and your heart hitched just then. Polite, as well.

“And you as well, sir, my father speaks highly of you. One would think you two were close.”

Count Dracula tilted his head toward Basil, your father, and he nodded proudly, flushing beneath his wrinkled eyes. The Count chuckled and looked back to you, sighing as if though he stood on a stage performing a drama. If you were not there to watch him, you would have pictured him swiping the back of his hand across his forehead as well.

“Alas, I regret to say we are not. I live all the way over in Transylvania. But, I suspect your father and I will bond just fine!”

They did, actually. Albeit it seemed Basil was more into the topics than the Count, who was otherwise preoccupied, sending you flickering – almost naughty if you did not know any better – glances. Your parents appeared to be either unbothered by the sir’s amorous yet wavering examining or simply heedless to the situation. To you that seemed out of the question, considering, right at that moment, your whole world revolved around his lingering, inviting gaze.

It was one of the rare occasions in which you were allowed a glass of wine as well. You could not possibly say no to just one glass, you would not want to come off as a little girl. But when you had your glass it was disclosed that the count did not drink a drop of liquor, or any other liquid (you later found out, over supper) so instead, you watched your fantasies vaporize in a cloud as you sipped the bitter-warm red wine.

Count Dracula confessed just before the main course, that he was guilty of having renourished a while before his arrival and already was satiated. He would not be so rude to retire to his sleeping quarters just yet, so he sat through supper, making conversation.

“What do you think of Greece so far? I’m certain you have had time to catch conversation among us Scots, have you not, Count?”

And the count chuckled as a memory of something bitter-sweet passed his recollection faintly.

“I have indeed. All I can say is your people are very, what’s the word, delectable,” decided he and it went quiet for a moment.

“Delectable” here meaning five-star rated blood but that the Galani’s need not know. And they did not, at least not Basil for he soon cackled a laugh and threw his hand on the table, eyeing the Count generously.

“Delectable indeed! Certainly our women have a great reputation, too!”

The comment made his wife, Evadne, scoff, her face contorting out of shape while you merely kept quiet over your greek cuisine. While the food indeed was delectable, your father revolted you deeply.

To be candid, and he always was, Dracula missed your involvement in the topic which fell Basil in taste. He wanted to hear your voice, so he better could imagine the sound you made when he was looped around your throat—if, no! Now he could not, he would hate to be the one to make a mess of such a pretty young lady. He was supposed to the good guest from afar with great elevating stories of Transylvania, not some brooding vampire in a b-grade meant-to-be-thrilling gothic novel.

When you suddenly did invade a pregnant pause you had his undivided attention.

“How is Transylvania anyway?”

“One big forest, really,” said Count Dracula, skimming a finger along the rim of his water glass which he had not yet drunk a drop of. “But I suppose I’m the wrong person to ask, I don’t often stretch my legs beyond my own pasture.”

“Oh, but you have to tell me something!” pleaded you, putting on a sullen frown. One he could not possibly deny even from across the oak table and he was inclined to believe you be well aware. “I have never been anywhere but little Greece. They say “it takes a lifetime for someone to discover Greece, but it only takes an instant to fall in love with her”, but I swear to you, she’s really not that great.”

“Y/N!” scolded your father, cross of your lowly talk. “Be proud of your country. It is sublime and the history that comes to our ancestry is a tale to be told.”

So he did, of course. Basil would not dare meet a stranger to whom he would not spill his entire life story to as well as the stories of his ancestors. Meanwhile, as Basil got lost in a journey some-hundred years ago, Count Dracula turned to face you, a mock smile splayed clear across his features. Your upbringing and good manners averted you from rolling your eyes at the guest.

The hours rushed by like seconds and the Count retired to his chambers before anyone else. The long trip had worn him out, he said. You thought it strikingly odd how he had all that luggage with him – well really it was only a large body-sized box filled with dirt – when he only was meant to stay with you for a few days before his return to Transylvania.

You were on your second glass of wine and already beginning to feel light-headed, merry even, had it not been for your fatigued body. Your every limp felt heavy while you were ready to throw a ball, it did not quite match up but so it appeared human anatomy was not made to make sense to the average joe.

In the late evening, when supposedly everyone had gone to bed, Count Dracula made his rounds to locate each room, or should he encounter a soul throughout his inspection, “appreciate the architecture”.

He was surprised to see the door to the hosts’ sleeping chambers ajar. What kind of people would sleep with the door wide open when occupying strangers in their own house? Though, he supposed, it makes little difference to leave a door open as opposed to shutting when they already had let evil in.

A few steps later, and he was inside, making out the center of the room.

His eyes look about him. Count Dracula felt like a muzzled fox in a henhouse, for all these treats were on display, neatly lined up. Their necks were displayed, veins pumping blood and after all, blood is lives. He bristled, shivering because he could have none and he knew that, so he brisked up his hunt and shut the door fully.

Next, he was caught mid-transit, the chary butler halting in his tracks. They both ought to be in their beds by this time, so neither could deliver very convincing defends to account for their whereabouts.

As they bid their goodnights, Dracula warily trod down the corridors until he finally heard a humming sound.

The door was barely squeezed open by a centimeter, but little light shone from inside the room and it and your sing-song hailed the Count in.

Carefully, he slid the door open by a few more inches. To his surprise you were not yet in your bed, he knew that for it was the first thing which his eyes caught. His lip twitched up, for he thought it funny, the bed, that is. All that comfort he had noticed humans seemed never to get enough of. Where he lied in a coffin filled with dirt from the Carpathian Mountains. They were complete luxury animals and it was comical to Dracula for natheless of their opulence desires, they always seemed to settle for less.

Next, his eyes landed on your figure. You stood still dressed in your gown, brushing your hair and humming to a tune which felt to your taste. He did not recognize it as a piece he knew, but just then your voice sounded so soft, so angelic and it brought him to wonder if your blood tasted the same. He had no plans of ruining your life with his thirst, he still was quenched from the early morning, but he had a code to always live spontaneously. Never say never, and his smile grew bigger as you brushed your hair from your neck, displaying yourself perfectly for him.

He was both drooling and getting hard at just the sight.

You sat before your vanity table and a few bottles were displayed before you along with the glass of wine from earlier. It was now empty, nearly licked clean and Dracula smiled even bigger, musing over the many ways he could take advantage of the situation.

“Count,” gasped you suddenly, catching him off guard while he thought of the various ways he could take you. Having you against your vanity was one particular he would not mind in the slightest.

“Oh apologies, Miss,” excused he and made the effort to step forward, into the dim lighting. “I was just retreating to my room when I heard a wonderful tune. I hope I am not intruding.”

“No, no–not at all,” slurred you, standing up to make yourself presentable. What he did not know was that you had spent your late drunk hours, making a play of him entering your room with any excuse. You would not have believed it had anyone told you that you would, in fact, receive a personal visit. “I was merely fooling about for a bit, I was going to get ready for bed. Should you not do the same?”

“Yes—” he sunk his hands into the pockets of his trousers. “Yes, I should, only I figured I would postpone the act for a while. I don’t sleep well away from my home.”

You smiled and put the sand-colored brush down before you waded a tad closer to him.

“They say home is where the heart is,” said you lovingly, offering him a kind smile and he thought if you too would smile in bliss when he sunk his teeth into you.

He hummed and put his head on tilt. “Do they now?”

Nodding, a small pause ensued.

“I had this whole dream life envisioned when I was little,” spoke you suddenly.

Little, he sucked in his cheek to avoid chuckling. You are little, he thought to himself.

“Tell me about it.”

“First I would get the hell out of here,” said you decisively and his eyebrows bounced at your profanity. The sign of the cross on your neck derided you from speaking in such a manner surely, that much he was certain of escorted your doctrine. He also could understand from your dialogue earlier on that your father was not necessarily a big fan of you leaving the nest. “But I could never do that. I’m destined for nothing greater than this.”

“You do that quite a lot, don’t you? Doubt yourself.”

You shrugged lightly, absorbed in thought.

Your brood was tangible to Dracula and his legs slowly carried himself a bit closer. As if he could only near you but never lay a hand on you, and that repentance showed in his dark eyes, for the sign in the center of your collarbone shunned him.

Dracula made a show of circling around you like a vulture, much like one would when descending on its dead prey. The thought, that you were his prey, struck you and you shuddered.

You took a deep breath like you were preparing yourself to hold your breath, and to your dismay, you dug your grave deeper as you fell deeper for the man. Even his cologne was to die for, its main accords aromatic, fresh, citrus and something you could not quite put your finger on, but whatever the scent, you suddenly grew hot.

“Take off your necklace.”

Bewildered as to why you stilled. Unsure but keenly interested as to what he had in mind, you did as per request and walked to your bed. You hung it from the knob of your closet and turned back to face him.

You had this wild and utterly insane fantasy of where this would go, but that was fantasy and frankly, fantasy cannot be a reality, certainly not yours. Still, with the thought of him kissing you again, this time on your lips, you did not dare look him in the eye.

The Count’s prying gaze could be felt from his several feet away and you grew anxious, trepidation clear in your feet. When your eyes flickered about, you were surprised to see him suddenly turn his back on you.

Had he grown tired of you already?

“Have you heard what they are saying about the heavens?”

Furrowing your brows, you slowly made your way to the bed, taking a seat and keeping one hand on the footboard.

“What are they saying?” asked you, inquisitive.

He stood by the window, watching the night sky as if he could arbitrate all its mysteries right then and there.

“That we are in a system of thousands and thousands of stars—planets. Gas and dust all make up for the galaxy. There could be planets out there, just like ours.”

Now you wondered if he had drunk a bottle all to himself in secrecy.

You grinned softly, feeling the weariness of the day’s adventures take over you. He gave you a funny look and you shook your head, still smiling and looking at the ground like a fool in love. In a way you were, still, it was odd to think you only had known this man for a single day. It suddenly was very hard to think of a time where he was not there. Gosh! You are a fool falling!

The Count pulled the drapes, shunning out the moonlight as the last source of lighting bar the few candles that did put a soft amber-gold light to your room. You gulped and looked down. It suddenly felt a lot smaller, your room.

“That’s absurd,” annunciated you.

His tongue clicked, and you could hear his smirk.

“No, you’re being bigoted, Y/N.”

“I’m being realistic,” corrected you, finding your small voice.

Next, you knew he stood right before you, his shoes toe-to-toe with your bare feet. The lump in your throat was back.

Surely regrettably you forced yourself to finally lookup. And you guessed it. He gazed right back at you.

He brushed your hair aside, exposing your neck to his touch.

“Heavens, you look seraphic.”

You snorted, suddenly feeling bold. As if you had not heard that before. Sometimes it was difficult telling when his bravado came to a halt, and when it was his actual self began.

“Don’t you mean “delectable”?”

He grinned, and you marveled for a moment at his burst of awe.

Earlier on, you had examined hisself and made certain he brandished no wedding band, lest making yourself uncomfortable when you, later on, would imagine him hovering over you. It was odd to think a man of his nobility was without matrimony, but he had admitted to “waiting for the right one” over dinner. Until he stepped into your room, you had thought you would fantasize about him in your dreams but that seemed unlikely as you could not even look him in the eye without blushing.

“Would you kiss me again?”

Pause.

Then he laughed, wandering a few steps back, only to circle himself, then return to meet your front.

“Would you like me to kiss you, dear?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, suddenly feeling very little before this grand man. While he indeed could appear intimidating, he had this warm aura about him which made you want nothing but to throw yourself at him.

“Is that it? On your hand again?”

You stood up, your chest heaving heavily.

“On my lips.”

The Count smiled bigger, his pearly white teeth on perfect display, catching the glimpse of the light and you suddenly became bothered by the tension. He could not put his hands on you quick enough.

“Please,” pleaded you and he tsked entertained, his hand snaking down your side.

“When you ask like that who would I be to deny the missus?”

He watched with hardly hidden delight as your blood pumped hard in your head. His focus lingered on your lips now. Delicately he pressed his lips down on your, pulling you close as possible with a large hand on the back of your neck.

Then he pulled back. While you attempted your best at maintaining normal breathing, the shock wore off. It was not that it was unexpected, simply that it, in fact, had been a wish you had not imagined he would grant you. His gaze trailed along your neck, the curve of your figure in the corset, how your breasts were pressed tight.

You were close enough to feel the warmth roll off his body, his hair so elegantly pushed back like a dark crown, now a single stray string falling unto his forehead and the air was knocked right out of you again.

Your lip wobbled, unsure of what to say as you breathed heavily, a groan escaping your lips as his idle finger dexterously trailed along with the cut of your throat.

You fell back to sit on the bed again, coy eyes lingering at his. He leaned over you and you eagerly pulled his lips back down on your own, feeling the swell of the covers you were supposed to be sleeping under around you.

The Count sucked on your bottom lip, his teeth lightly chafing your lip and you moaned into his mouth, carefully greeting him with your tongue. He could not help but grow harder, needier of your exquisitely luscious moans.

Encouraging you to lie on your back, he pulled your leg up about him and even through the many layers of your exorbitant dress you could feel his hard against you. It was a feeling you had only ever imagined, one you would never have thought you would feel and with a stranger, not to mention, a count.

You shivered and cried into his mouth, gasping at the feel and he could already smell you. Goodness, it was difficult to control himself in your presence. Not that he was doing much to hold back, but it took everything in him not to taste you right on the spot.

“You’re drunk,” whispered he suddenly.

You looked puzzled up to him, wondering why he had stopped.

He then began to scramble to get off of you and you sat right back up, breathing loudly.

“What? No, sir. If you think of my judgment, I’m more than capable of making my own decisions.”

“Oh, I know you are,” responded he. He simply could not handle it any longer. He feared he might lose control, drain you just then and he would hate to ruin something, someone as precious as yourself. “But I ought to return to my own sleeping chambers now. Your parents are just down the hall, dear.”

He was already making his exit.

“I can be quiet!”

Your voice was desperate for more, and he turned, the slyest of all smiles writing itself across his face.

In two long strides, Dracula stood before you in a split second and you gulped down, for his expression was blank. But as he sighed and took your face in his hands, he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

He forced you to look him in the eyes.

“Sleep well, my love.”

And so he left, leaving you with nothing but a lesson on high hopes and wet undergarments.

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Darksiders Arthurian Tales Revisited

Chapter 11: The Oncoming Storm

Uther meanwhile had placed the coordinates of the rune into a crystal, and used it as a pendulum on a map. After some time spinning, the pendulum went still, pointing at Vortigern's home.

Uther actually facepalmed, "Should've known better. My own brother. Don't make this hard on yourself."

With that Uther turns in for the night, hoping for the best. That his brother will 'listen to reason'. The next morning he awoke and was actually a bit nervous. He still cared for his younger brother, as he'd always supported him before. Especially when he first took their Father's throne. With all these concerns in mind, Uther prepared a carriage to ride out to his brother's home.

Meanwhile Morgen began to hear a voice in her dreams, "Ilona.....Ilona.....my sweet Ilona....I'm coming.....coming back to retrieve you....."

"Who's there? Uther? Is that you in my head?" Morgen calls out.

"Uther.....funny.....how long has it been my sweet Ilona? Don't you remember? Can't you see me?"

"My name is Morgen, so why keep calling me that? Finally, no I do not remember you nor can I see you." Morgen explains.

The void she's currently standing in begins to reveal stars. But upon closer inspection, she only sees eyes. Naturally her knee jerk reaction comes out, and she screams in terror.

The voice laughs, "My sweet Ilona....how long has it truly been my sweet Ilona?"

"Who are you?! What do you want with me?!"

"Look behind you." The voice says tauntingly.

Morgen does so nervously and sees a sheep horned being with eyes sewn shut and body looking rotted. Almost partially mummified as a dark veil surrounded him. She also sees red jewels upon his head and horns that seemed like eyes. More eyes. As Morgen stared in horror the voice spoke again.

"Ooooooh.....my sweet Ilona......"

Suddenly Morgen felt herself being pulled backwards through a portal that spewed light as far as she could tell. She dare not turn around again however. With a jolt and scream in horror she awoke in her bed. Breathing heavily and hugging herself in fear.

Barrcus was instantly alert and wrapped her in his arms, "Shhhh....what's wrong what's wrong?"

Morgen explained as best she could what she'd dreamed off. Although Barrcus was stuck with her rushing through it in her panic.

"Slow down slow down, what was it?" Barrcus pressed her.

Death then came into the room, "What's wrong, what the hell happened?"

"She had nightmare, it seems familiar but I don't really know she's saying."

"She's panicking, that's why she's rambling. You have to calm her down first, then figure out what happened." Death explains. He then sits beside her, grasping her hands, "I'm here, I'm here."

Soon Morgen does start to calm down, it helps that Fuzzball hops in after Death. Noticing he hadn't come back to feed him yet. He of course helps Morgen where he can too. Giving her affection and kisses. After snuggling Fuzzball and getting a gentle sidehug from Death she calmed down completely. From there she explained the dream she had in better detail. Fuzzball seemed a bit scared by the things she described to them.

Death looked at her oddly, "What in the nine hells, was that? I've never heard of any demon, of any kind looking like THAT. How stressed have you been lately, given everything that's happened?"

"Not terribly so in all honesty. If anything I.....uh....Barrcus what's wrong?"

"You used to have that nightmare as a child, before being turned into an Unseelie. You also had these horns when you were little, but you lost them, again, when you were converted." Barrcus explains.

Death then looked at him funny, "Wait horns? Show me."

Barrcus parted Morgen's hair where they were. Death then noticed Morgen was reacting to Barrcus touching them.

"So you can feel your horns?"

"It would explain my dizzy spell from last night." Morgen says.

"I would somewhat surmise but why would have that? From just growing horns?"

"It started when I went to leave your room. I had sensed you needed me, and felt compelled to help. Something kept telling me to reach you, then to touch your head when I approached you. I then entered your nightmare." Morgen explains frankly.

"Wait a second, moonlight, horns, that was you?"

"Yes, were you unable to see me?" Morgen inquires.

"Throughout most of the experience I was in a delirious state, so I don't know if I saw you or not. It's all a little fuzzy." Death admits.

"I see. Well I was indeed in your head, and after I made sure you were at peace I went to leave. I got dizzy on my way out and the next thing I know everything went black."

"Next time you have one of these urges, let me urge you NOT to go through with them." Death insists.

"Very well, I only meant to help."

"Well I would say take caution with this stuff but, I feel like I'm out of my element with this. Wait a second, I do remember Merlin bringing up Dream Magic at one point. It was involving the Wendigo." Death states.

"Then let's speak to him, right away." Morgen replies.

Then suddenly her younger cousins come into the room looking scared.

"Cousin Morgen, Uncle Uther's here." Anna says.

"Yeah, he doesn't look angry but he's still scary." Elaine adds on.

Morgen hugs the little girls in their terror, "Easy sweeties easy now."

Death meanwhile immediately begins thinking of measures to keep Morgen away from Uther. "Stay behind me, get your brother."

Morgen nods and hurries to do so with Death making sure to keep ahead of her. Upon finding Arthur playing in his crib she quickly scoops him up. He gets upset though as he drops his new toy. Morgen gives it him but makes sure she has an excuse ready as to why it exists. Arthur calms as soon as he gets his toy back and Morgen hurries after Death. Only to bump into Uther talking to Vortigern at the main doorway.

"There a reason why you're here brother?"

"I left a tracker to find an enemy of the state. It led me here, I need to...search the grounds for him." Uther states.

"I can't just let you into my home brother."

"Why not?" Uther inquired.

"It isn't ready for guests."

Uther then points out, "You're living here are you not. This was a gift for you, was it not? Pray tell, who gave it to you?"

"You did."

"And I can easily take it away. The only reason I don't is because I care about you, and your children. Besides, it would break Morgen's heart dearly if she found out what happened. She's always spoken so highly of you little brother, and she adores your daughters. I also know that whenever she disappears she comes straight to you. Though this is the first time she's taken Arthur with her I must say." Uther states.

Morgen meanwhile, is quietly having a panic attack and tries muffling her frantic breathing by placing her face against Death's back. Death feels her breaths on his back and quietly tells her, "Relax, I won't let him take you. Besides, he doesn't know you're here right now."

"Anyway, I'm here to see Morgen, to see how she's doing." Uther then says.

"Last time I checked she ran off yesterday." Vortigern tries to tell him.

"My sources say otherwise, so again would allow me in your house. Besides I need to check for the 'criminal' in question."

Morgen felt faint at this and Death finally turned around, "Relax, he doesn't know we're here right now."

"So are you going to let me in?" Uther asks Vortigern again.

"No, last I checked I had no 'enemies of the state'."

Morgen grabbed Death's arm and pleaded, "Death please......I can't....I can't breathe.....please....get me away......please."

Death quickly brings her back to Barrcus and questions him, "What's her best memory?"

"There's a coast by where her original parents used to live. I'll tell you where it is." Barrcus states showing him on a map.

Death keeps it in mind and quickly inquires, "Should we take Arthur with us?"

"I'll keep him safe, don't worry. Just make sure Morgen calms down. I've seen what happens if she melts down." Barrcus explains gesturing to himself partially.

Death nods, "Right. Just let us know when he's gone."

Barrcus nods as well, "Ok. Now quickly."

Death then rushes Morgen away to get her outside, making sure she's at least calm enough to be quiet. Keeping her close to help ensure she isn't taken without him noticing. Finally he makes it out of the house with her and summons Despair to ride out of there. Morgen holds onto him the whole way, course eventually he stops Despair so they can 'take a break'.

Morgen hugs him right away and implores, "Death, why have we stopped? And be honest this time."

"Cause right now apparently you need to remain calm. So, tell me something about yourself that you've not told me yet."

"Uhm ok....well....my actual name is Morgana. I just go by Morgen because it sickens me when Uther says my real name." Morgen explains.

"Ah, whatelse about you? Like uhm....what's your favorite kind of meal?" Death asks before thinking to himself, "Seriously imbecile? Seriously? That was the best you could do?"

"Hmm well I actually like soups, particularly anything fragrant and cooling." Morgen says earnestly.

"Uhm eh.....ok.....What's your favorite kind of music?"

"Folk music from various places. Mina was a big influence in that front. Always preached openness with music. What about you? What's your favorite music?" Morgen replies managing a smile.

"Aggressive....probably aggressive..." Death tells her a bit embarrassed.

"Plenty of orchestral pieces can be aggressive from what I've seen."

"Heheheheheheh....you've haven't heard aggressive, until you've heard metal mixed with orchestra." Death insists to her.

Morgen snickers a bit, "I'll bare this in mind then. Shall we push on? Unless you'd rather remain a bit longer?"

"I don't mind talking, as long as it's with good company. But I think it's best that we continue."

"Right, the further away from 'him' the better." Morgen states in agreement.

She hops back onto Despair with Death's help before the two continue their ride. Soon enough the smell of salt in the air tells Death where he is. He finds the coast easily enough, overlooked by an abandoned castle. It looked as though it could fall into the sea at any moment. Morgen herself hopped off Despair once more and walks out towards the water. She actually pulls a crystal from her belt pouch and then with the snap of her fingers her clothing disappears. Then her crystal lights up, indicating the clothes were there for later. As Morgen looked through the crystal's inventory for a towel, Death glances her way,

"Dah! Was not expecting that...at all. Didn't mean for that, my bad, I'm sorry. I'll be over here...."

"Oh I'm sorry, I probably should've warned you huh?" Morgen inquires nervously.

""Uh yep, warning would've helped, it definitely would've helped. Didn't know were on a nude beach to begin with." Death says sarcastically.

"Oh very funny. Give me a moment."

Morgen went back to looking through the inventory and ended up finding a swimsuit. She'd actually gotten it once sometime back, having enjoyed the look it. Deep blue with gold trim and gold corset style laces over the slit in the skirt and the breast pieces.

Once she got it on she hollered at Death, "Better?"

Death looked back over after a moment of calming the dragon down, "I uh.....woah...just woah.", all the while he prayed to the Creator that he wouldn't have to tame the dragon again.

"Is it too much perhaps? I know it's still a bit 'showy' but...." Morgen begins to say.

Death closed the distance quickly and placed his hand under her chin, "It's fine. Besides enjoy the water, I'll be there in a moment."

Morgen smiles heading into the sea. The water was cool and clear as the sky above. The breeze was actually quite pleasant as well. Morgen couldn't help but feel at ease as she dove beneath the waves to explore. Using a spell to make sure she could breathe underwater, before dancing slowly with the sea's current aiding her in the movements. Doing the occasional slow twirl or flip was equally enjoyable as well. Course she heard a hard dive above her and glanced up in confusion. She saw Death swimming frantically to her and quickly hurried up to him. Seeing she was fine gave him peace but he wanted to be sure, and so pulled her back above the surface.

"Next time you think about heading under, tell me. Just in case you know?"

"Forgive me, got a bit excited. It's been so long since I've enjoyed the sea like this." Morgen explains apologetically.

"How long has it been since you've been here?"

"I actually can't say with certainty. It's....just been that long." Morgen replies a bit solemnly.

"How long has he been keeping you locked up in that castle?"

"I want to say....it was ever since my Mother passed. After that I found myself closed off. Rarely allowed outside the castle, and rarer still that I visit anyone. Usually they'd have to come see me, and very few people could put up with Uther for long. Especially with him watching like a hawk and listening to everything." Morgen tells him.

"How the hell did he become King?"

"I'm told he wasn't always the way he is now. Vortigern always states as much. Saying how he'd once been an honorable man. Both of them served their people and Father well. But their Father had soon proven himself 'inadequate' as my Uncle likes to put it. So much so, that they were left with only one choice. To end their Father so that Uther might usurp him, being the eldest of the two. Uther took this option with as much reluctance as my Uncle, according to him anyway. He ruled properly for a time, making allies in grand places and strategic plans for any scenarios that came up to threaten his reign. However, over time....he became more brutal, and less sympathetic to his enemies. It all came to a head when he met my Mother. Only my Father stood in his way, and was met with hostility for it. Uther wanted blood, and my Mother. And he gladly achieved both goals. Then after my Mother died, he suddenly developed a persecution complex and became fiercely overprotective of me. Only for that to turn into something far worse for me." Morgen explains.

"You think there's anything left of the good man he used to be?"

"I've seen....glimpses...I think. Personally it looks like pure madness to me, but it's at the same time different. His hair and body will go pale, he'll appear almost sickly. His personality will also shift suddenly too, and he'll be actually somewhat nice to people. But it never lasts long, he also tends to look far angrier when he comes out of those episodes of calm."

Death narrows his eyes in thought, "Strange. Does he ever stand in the middle of a room, not knowing why he was there to begin with?"

"No, not once."

"How angry does he get when these 'episodes' happen?" He questions her.

"Angry enough to throw things across rooms when he 'comes to his senses' so to speak."

"Even stranger. I've no idea what is going on, that much I do know. I'm sorry, wish I could help." Death expresses.

"You are helping, more than you think. You listen to me for one, and secondly you've been a big support to me."

"Hmmm.......thank you."

"Thank you as well." Morgen replies.

"Have you ever been close to marine wildlife before?" Death asked in a quick spark of an idea forming.

"Only small things usually. Why?"

"Hmm...let's see if we can fix that. Follow me."

Death then brings Morgen back under, and waits for her to redo the spell for breathing. She goes to put it on him as well, but he gestures that he's fine. Then he begins leading Morgen to the reef below them. Morgen was delighted to see it teeming with life. With several small fish and other little critters darting around the coral. She watches them before Death gently pulls her over to small cave. Inside it is an octopus tending to her eggs. Death couldn't help but smile behind the mask as Morgen gushed. Course he quickly pulled her back once the Mother octopus got too annoyed with them.

As they began to back away from the cave, a shark made it's way over to them. Morgen quickly began tapping Death, but he simply held his hand out. The shark gets close only to immediately turn away. Death keeps his hand out for a time before finally stopping. Then he points out to Morgen to look at the reef again. She does so and cocks her confusion but Death has an idea. He taps a structure nearby that seems to be coming out from under the reef. After a second of that the 'structure' moves and Morgen realizes the whole reef is moving now. Death pulls her up ways quickly, and it's then that Morgen realizes the reef is actually on a massive crab. It looks like a hermit crab mated with a decorator crab. They remain to watch the giant crab head on it's way, and then head back up to the surface. Upon breaking the surface, Morgen can't help but express her excitement.

"That was incredible. An entire reef on a massive creature. What a perfect place for one."

"You should hear about giant sea turtles with the islands on their backs. I've even seen some that can fly." Death informs her.

"That sounds amazing in all honesty. Although I imagine the turtles probably get irritated easily hmm?"

"Depends, the older they are the less likely they are to get frustrated. I've seen an entire civilization on one before." Death explains.

"That's amazing. Thank you for showing me the reef. It was wonderful. Although why did the shark leave us alone?"

"Magnemancy, I learned a few tricks here and there. For one thing, Sharks don't like magnets. Two, multiple, powerful magnetic pulses to sharks means something big is in front of them. Simple science, that's all." Death states simply.

Morgen nods in understanding, then gets a sneaky idea. She decides to use some magic of her own. Using some water magic, she amplifies a splash of water his way. Not too much of course, but enough to drench him. Course Death looks at her with a cocked head, and a sly grin under his mask as she laughs.

"Really?" Death asks before flexing then creating a splash of his own to drench her, "There's some magic for ya."

Morgen and Death then go back and forth for a bit. That is until Death restrains Morgen in a hug.

"Ok that's enough. Let's head back to shore, relax a bit there savvy."

"Sounds good to me." Morgen says relenting and following him back.

She lays on her beach towel and Death finally sees just how pale she is. Naturally he does have to ask about how bad sunburns are for her, "How easy is it for you to get burned, by the sun?"

"Oh right...I should probably use lotion." Morgen says looking in her crystal.

"Yes that would be a very smart idea."

"Said the pale gray man. You sure you don't need any yourself?" Morgen inquires.

"I have a natural healing ability, you don't. Plus I'm half demon, burning isn't a thing that happens."

"Alright alright, quit your flexing. Think you could help me out? I can get most of my body on my own. But my back....not so much." Morgen says.

"Ok then....welp here goes nothing." Death says before checking the SPF on the bottle she has, "Now let's see what we got here. SPF fifty, that should be a hundred. Given how pale you are."

"Ok Mr. SPF one thousand, very funny. Check my crystal for more if you wish."

He jolts before grumbling at the fact that she's keeping up with him. He looks through her inventory crystal to find a better bottle and ends up finding a book that has an interesting title. One he recognizes from a collection one his old friends has.

He can't hell but laugh, "Stars on the Sea? Are you serious? This is a poor attempt at romantic space horror, for a reason."

"Yes it's pretty cheesy, although...how is it you know that Horseman hmm? Got a little curious one night?" Morgen asks coyly.

"I have a certain friend who enjoys these kinds of books. She likes to describe them to me, or read em out. I lost a bet, and I had to read this one. Ugh.....at least she found the event humorous."

Morgen contains most of her laughter, but snickers do escape, "Oh that must've been so horrible for you."

"Even worse when the others showed up unexpectedly. Strife NEVER let me forget it, he even RECORDED IT. It's ok, I got him back with a similar twist. True torture, for him not for us. We were laughing our asses off, well subtly." Death explains chuckling a bit towards the end.

"Sounds like something to witness. Guessing you recorded it as well?"

"Ehehehehehehahahahaha....yeeees. Wanna see?" Death tells her.

"Believe me, I do." Morgen replies giggling.

"Just sit still so I can put the lotion on ok? Don't need to...touch anything by accident."

"Right." Morgen says softly before relaxing on her stomach.

Death gives her his own crystal with the recording on it as he works on her back. He works to be gentle on her so he doesn't hurt her. Course he can't help but notice something interesting, the wing tattoos on her back had an iridescent look to em. This wasn't something Fae had, so perhaps Morgen was something more than that. He couldn't readily tell what she may be race wise though. He would've gotten the back of her legs as well, but he figured that'd be a job for her. He didn't want to intrude on any boundaries. Course when working on her shoulders a bit and her neck he noticed she reacted strangely. Well it looked strange until he recognized what she was doing. Apparently her shoulder and neck were a bit sensitive.

"Uhmmmm....think my job here is done." Death immediately says before going to wash his hands off.

Morgen naturally begins working on the rest of her body and can't help but laugh hysterically as the recording reaches the most uncomfortable moments for Strife. As he's forced to read the novel he was given. Death glances over and sees just how flexible she is. A certain thought or two flashed through his mind before he quickly set such thoughts aside. He then turns around again, having yet another dragon to tame. Luckily it's not as bad this time. Course Morgen chooses to lay down after getting the lotion on. When Death looks back to her he sees her somewhat sprawling out on her towel. He checks up on her and sees she's just fine. Death then leans against a fallen tree log, his arms behind his head. Morgen soon rolls onto her side and begins absent-mindedly humming. Course Death heard it become softer over time and soon she went silent. He looked over to see her sleeping on her towel. Course he began to feel himself falling asleep as well, and immediately tried fighting it. His efforts were futile however, and soon he fell asleep himself. A couple hours later he wakes up to a singing feeling in his chest, particularly his nipples. A mix of a growl and groan leaves his mouth as he awakens. He decides to grab some shade but then hears Morgen groaning in her sleep as well. Placing a shadow mist over himself, he briskly walked over to her. He saw the horns on her head and realized they seemed a bit more noticeable now. He finally decided to wake her up as she didn't do so on her own.

"Morgen, wake up."

"Nnnnngh.....Death?" Morgen asked still partially asleep.

"Morgen?"

Morgen rolls over towards him and begins reaching around for where he is. Before Death can grab her hand, she accidentally touches his right pectoral. Death flinches instantly and quickly grabs her hand to stop her. This action woke Morgen up and she immediately apologized.

"Oh Creator I am so sorry!"

"Nngh.....that part of me is tender right now....just be careful...oww."

"Again Death I am so sorry. I....AHHHHAHHH! HaaaaaaaaAAAAAAH! AAHN!" Morgen repeated before suddenly being hit with more pain in her head.

Death quickly looked Morgen over and questioned her, "Morgen what is it?! What's going on?!"

"My head....aaahhhh.....!" Morgen yelled in her pain.

Death quickly checked around her head and noticed the horns again. This time, he felt them growing, "What....what the hell?"

Morgen only continued screaming in pain, prompting Death to call for help. He grabs a crystal and calls Strife, "Strife! Get Barrcus, we need his help!"

"Barrcus isn't here."

"Well get Merlin then, and hurry up!"

"Ok going to get him." Strife quickly says before hanging up. He's of course careful not to get caught too.

Merlin soon teleports to Death the second Strife reaches him with the word that something went wrong.

"What's seems to be the problem?"

"She's in massive pain and her horns are apparently growing." Death informs him.

"What? Horns? Ok when the hell did that happen? And why has nobody told me about this?"

"I'll explain later, now help her!" Death shouts.

"Easy easy easy, this may take a little bit of time." Merlin expresses.

Eventually Merlin does find the right spell, one that stops the pain for Morgen. But of course the pain left her drained and a bit lightheaded. Death kept her upright and inquired of Merlin, "Now what do we do, mage?"

"First off, you need to start telling me when the horns started growing. Second off, after you're done explaining that I need to tell you something."

"Alright, but we need to take her inside. She can't rest out here in the open." Death expresses a bit concerned.

"Alrighty, up to the scary ass castle." Merlin states.

"That....was my family's home....you know this..." Morgen protests.

"Save your energy." Death tells her before lifting her up princess style. The pains on his chest becoming trifles as his concern for Morgen takes over.

He can feel Morgen shift every so often in his arms and can't help but glance at her each time she does so. Gently he begins to stroke her face with his fingers a bit. As he keeps checking on her, Merlin notices him.

"Eyes of a hawk I see."

"What do you mean by that?" Death inquires.

Merlin gives him a suggestive stare, "Really? You still gonna pretend to be dense?"

Death cocks his head, "Seriously? So have you figured what's wrong with her?"

Merlin facepalms, "She needs to be on a bed first. Also, YOU NEED TO EXPLAIN TO ME WHEN THOSE HORNS SHOWED UP."

"It happened last night. She said she went into my dreams and this happened after that."

"Hmm, was it a nightmare or a dream, or both?" Merlin inquires.

"Started off as a nightmare, ended in a dream."

"Ah. Also again, there's something I need to tell you. Barrcus has been taken." Merlin explains.

"Wait what?!"

"Yeah Uther came by as you remember, forced his way in fact after you left. And upon being unable to find Morgen or you, let's just say he took Barrcus instead. Mina's currently freaking out about it." Merlin tells him.

"He's being used as bait, to get Morgen to go back. We can't let her find out, not yet. She'd be reckless for one, and two I am not putting her back in that situation. I promised I wouldn't let him take her."

Merlin could definitely tell now, how much he really cares for her, "Alright you lovebird, so what are we going do we do to get him back?"

Death smirks under his mask, "If I could get Harker, I could get Barrcus."

"Right. Even still you can't go on your own. Uther's most likely going to be expecting that. After all, if Morgen doesn't show up, nine times out of ten it's gonna be you. Besides, when it comes to Morgen, I'm currently out of my league. But I know someone that Aspen knows who can help."

Death grabs his shoulders, "Get to the point."

"Anyway, the person in question can help Morgen. I think. He's a very strange person, very odd, to say the least."

"Like you?" Death asks sarcastically.

"Hey, I'm normal compared to him."

"Alright, can he be trusted?" Death inquires.

"As far as I'm concerned he boths hates Uther but also doesn't care. Aspen could explain better than I can in this situation, given the fact that they're uh sleeping together."

Death gets a weirded out look, "Ok that's too much to know."

"Better you hear from me than him. Cause that is guy is apologetically open and honest."

"Is he a demon by chance?" Death inquires.

"No, but some consider him to be a demon. The dude has like strange tattoos in some parts of his body."

Death cocks his head, "How strange are they?"

"Eh they look like runes of sort. Oddly enough though, they look straight from the Dream Realm."

"And you think this means he's familiar with the Dream Realm? Enough to help Morgen at least?" Death asks.

"Perhaps. We'll just have to see. Although be warned, he will ask VERY odd questions. He literally asked me one time about my sex life."

Death only laughs, "Let me guess he asked how much?"

"He overheard me and Aspen talking about it and wanted to know And I told him. He was both surprised and yet not surprised."

"Noted. Now should we get Morgen over to Aspen or not?" Death asks.

"Technically the dude can make house calls, we just have to tell Aspen we're borrowing him."

Death facepalms, "I'm going so feeling so awkward after this."

"Yep."

Death sighs then calls up Aspen. After getting the explanation she goes to a lone tree in her wood. One close to her residual tree in fact. Sleeping at its roots is a tall, shredded man with horns upon his head. Any at first glance may mistake him as a demon, but Aspen knew better. This was a Fomorian, at least that's what he looked like to her. He never corrected Aspen on that either, so she just continued to assume he was a Fomorian. Aspen came to his side and gently began to stroke his face, "Nergal?"

"Mmm....yes my dear?" Nergal inquires in soothing yet intimidating tone.

"A friend called me, said he requires your assistance with something. Although I don't know how he knew of you. I never mentioned our relationship to Death."

"Hmm, did you ask him to call Merlin?" Nergal asks.

"I didn't think to, although I thought I could hear the man snickering nearby when Death called."

"Well, if one of the Horseman is calling me I mustn't keep him waiting should I?" Nergal states before holding Aspen close for a moment, "When I get back, I would like to show you a very lovely evening."

"I'd be delighted, just don't rush things alright?" Aspen tells him before receiving a kiss.

Nergal then rips open a portal, swinging his hand in a slow chopping motion. Once done he waves to Aspen and smiles coyly at her before going through.

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Part I

I wonder if Faye feeds on everyone’s hatred for her or what, because she heads on into Donna’s office to ask for help with the massive amount of work she now has to do as the firm’s new managing partner, Donna greets her with predictable snark and sarcasm, and I swear I thought Faye was going to ask her for help finding a secretary but no! She asks Donna to help her get a handle on things.

Now, true, “You were the best secretary this firm ever had” is probably not the best way to convince Donna-the-COO to give her a hand, but everyone keeps insisting that this firm is woefully understaffed (despite apparently having plenty of associates and also enough clients to use some of them as bargaining chips), and as Chief Operating Officer, it’s Donna’s job to make sure the firm’s operations are running smoothly, so…if the managing partner needs a little help getting her work in order…it kind of is her job to get that done? I still think it would’ve been more reasonable for Donna to hire Faye her own secretary, but it’s not like she’s qualified to be COO, or doing…anything, at all, to deserve the position, so I mean. It’s just a couple of days and it’ll probably go a ways towards getting Faye off their backs, why not take one for the team?

On the other side of the floor, Alex and Samantha have some more weirdly endearing bonding time, and I admit I thought it was pretty funny when Alex told Samantha how important family is and she asked if he was trying to adopt her. Then he invites her over to dinner, pointing out how highly his wife and daughter think of her, she accepts, and this is definitely the first time I’ve actually kind of liked her as a character.

Harvey gets an impromptu call from Dan, that random CEO from before, who tears into him for taking out a full page ad (what is this, 2003?) bashing Faye’s old firm for endangering the future of Dan’s company, and seriously, who’s going to see that ad who’s going to, one, give a shit, and two, have any idea what it’s talking about if they don’t already know? Anyway Dan informs Harvey that his board fired him, Harvey exclaims that they can’t do that in the middle of litigation, and actually, he’s probably right, but who cares about logic, this is Suits, for crying out loud. He promises to fix everything, Dan threatens to sue him if he doesn’t (which I’m sure wouldn’t be long and drawn-out and expensive and totally not worth it), and Harvey immediately goes to Donna to bitch and moan about this situation that is of course in no way his fault. She tells him that Faye has her doing secretarial work, Harvey tries to storm off to tear into her, and Donna proposes that they go out to dinner instead to give him a chance to clear his head because they decided earlier that they don’t want Faye or their work troubles to come between them as a couple. Which I get, I mean, that’s sensible, but how is this Faye coming between them? Is Harvey being mad at her for asking Donna to do this work hurting his and Donna’s relationship somehow? Would Harvey not be pissed off and storm her office if he and Donna were still just friends? I can’t decide if this is him being chivalrous or patronizing, but I’m leaning toward the latter if for no other reason than that this show has a bad history of some pretty sexist sub-plots and throwaway jokes.

Katrina summons Susan to her office to reprimand her for disobeying her direct order by contacting that family friend of hers, and yeah, Susan should’ve obeyed her because she’s an associate and Katrina is a senior partner, but I still think it would’ve been a good idea for Katrina to tell her tell her up front why she didn’t want her to do it. Too late now, because Susan tries to blackmail her into keeping her on by threatening to tell Faye why Brian really left (he and Katrina had romantic tension, that’s why). I’m getting shades of “You put your interests above mine. I mean, I’m just putting mine back up next to yours” (s01e01); I wonder if this show knows how to do partner/associate relationships that don’t mirror Harvey and Mike.

Fast forward a little: Gretchen offers to do Faye’s work for Donna so that she and Harvey can “get [their] smush face on,” which, what does that even mean; Louis goes to bitch at Faye for stealing his secretary and we learn that she immediately saw through Gretchen and Donna’s ruse; Louis goes to complain to Gretchen and vow to get Donna back; she tells him not to do that because it was her choice to take the work on, he asks her where Donna and Harvey are so he can make sure they’re keeping Donna’s promise not to let their relationship interfere with his need for support, and she says he shouldn’t bother them and then immediately tells him where they are. Because logic.

On said date, Harvey and Donna are having a hell of a time talking about anything other than work, even though the entire point of this date is to not talk about work; they resort to “Water is wet” (Donna) and “Have you read any good books lately” (Harvey) before Harvey realizes that Donna reminds him of Ricky Garfield’s mom, a beautiful redhead he had a crush on when he was a kid. This is obviously an implication that Harvey has a “type” (that neither Zoe nor Scottie nor Paula matched, go figure), but it feels weird to me in a way I can’t quite put my finger on just yet. Something about infatuation or obsession or idealism or…something. I don’t like it.

Minor interlude to Alex’s house, where he and Rosalie reprimand Joy for backing Alex’s car into a lamppost and then lying about it and Samantha tries to blend into the refrigerator for a minute until they all sit down at the table for takeout Chinese. No, this is actually a good scene; it’s realistic without being too cheesy and incorporates the awkwardness without letting it ruin the evening. I still don’t much care for Joy, but the effort is pretty nice overall.

Harvey and Donna seem to have settled into some pretty easy banter as Donna confesses that she once thought she’d been poisoned by a Szechuan peppercorn; Harvey asks her what she did to deserve being poisoned, she says that’s neither here nor there, and he accuses her of being a black widow, at which point she corrects him that if she were the black widow, she’d be the one doing the poisoning. (Hold onto this for just a minute.) They keep up their irritatingly scripted repartee until Harvey has a brainstorm about how to save Dan, but he won’t deal with it until tomorrow because “tonight is for [them].” Then Louis calls Donna for that support he mentioned to Gretchen, she contemplates picking up, and Harvey talks her out of it, at which point we see that Louis is in fact at the restaurant and saw them ignore his call, and I get another flashback to him standing outside of Harvey’s office holding a poorly-timed cake meant to celebrate his and Mike’s success at working together just as Mike and Harvey decide to team up again. Poor guy. (I’m not sure if this show loves to self-reference or they’re just low on new ideas. Maybe both.) Oh, then Harvey says they should go to his place where he can pretend to be young Harvey and Donna can pretend to be Ricky Garfield’s mom and I think I’m starting to figure out what my problem with this is. (It has to do with idealization and romanticism and Harvey needs to go to therapy.)

Katrina asks Samantha how she knew when to give in when Katrina stood up to her, Samantha tells her she gave in when Katrina was right, and I’m so confused, does Samantha suddenly have a sense of modesty? Her character is so arbitrary, it’s giving me a headache.

The next day, probably, Harvey storms into Faye’s office and accuses her of having Johnson and Powell, which I guess is the name of her old firm, fire Dan during litigation thanks to a clause in Dan’s contract that allowed him to be fired during litigation. (Who the fuck would put that kind of a clause in their contract?) Faye denies it, asserting that a fifteen-minute phone call Harvey found record of in her LUDs (which he got…where?) was from Johnson and Powell rather than the other way around (which he should have been able to tell from the phone records) because, get this, they wanted to complain about what an asshole Harvey is. You know, in previous seasons, I might’ve taken offense at that, but at the moment, I think they’re really onto something. Anyway she invites him to subpoena her and points out that all he’s managed to accomplish thus far is getting Dan fired, so that’s gotta feel good.

Following up on the Katrina plotline, she escorts Susan to Faye’s office and boxes her into either disclosing the story about Katrina and Brian or dropping the matter completely; Susan ends up not ratting her out (for…not having an affair?) and Katrina admits that she was ambitious when she started out, too, but that can’t be all Susan has. I’m liking this dynamic, I hope Susan gets a redemption arc and sticks around awhile longer. (Not just for the overtones of Marvey, I also think it’ll be good for Katrina to have someone to mentor.)

Louis and Harvey have their final confrontation of the day as Louis declares that he’s taking that judgeship (that is not how that works), and Harvey clarifies that he and Donna ignored Louis’s call because they assumed it was about work, and also they weren’t laughing at him, they were laughing at some joke Harvey told right after they hung up on him. That’s all very well and good, but you know how earlier Harvey didn’t know what a black widow is? This time around, he’s unfamiliar with the phrase “tilting at windmills.” (It means to attack imaginary enemies.) I’m not saying that everyone has to know every idiom in the English language in order to be a functioning adult, but neither “black widow” nor “tilting at windmills” is especially uncommon, and the fact that Harvey doesn’t know them is…very jarring. Are they trying to make him seem dense? Out of touch? Socially inept? Did he entirely lose that part of his personality when Mike abandoned them? Is he faking it for some indiscernible reason? It feels to me like they’re trying to use these blind spots to make him seem more relatable somehow, or more likable, but for my money, it’s having the opposite effect as I’m finding it very irritating and out of character for him.

Samantha thanks Alex for bringing her over for dinner, declaring it precisely what she needed, kerfuffle and all, and confides that she’s been inspired by the fact that Joy is a perfect cross between Alex and Rosalie to find her birth parents. That’s nice, I guess? But…is she familiar with the concept of nature versus nurture? I don’t think this is going to turn out the way she wants it to. Also, I knew Samantha was a foster kid, but I didn’t know that she cared about her birth parents, and now she suddenly does with no buildup whatsoever, and I must say, I do not give a shit.

Donna shows up at Sheila and Louis’s place for a little bonding session, treating Louis to a “girl’s night” and promising him that tonight he’s “the most important woman in the room,” which is all very well and good but I can’t imagine it would’ve been any harder for them to say “tonight is all about you” and avoid making this into a whole gendered thing.

Finally, Harvey meets up with Faye yet again to cockily inform her that, as Louis reminded him, he’s the guy things always work out for; this time around, he convinced Kevin Miller (who’s apparently become the show’s official deus ex machina) to buy SensaTech, which I guess is the name of Dan’s company? And then rehire Dan because he built it from scratch. He seems to have also advised Kevin to allow SensaTech to keep Johnson and Powell as their legal counsel, thereby allowing Faye to save face (which I was unaware she had lost) if she’s willing to give Gretchen back to Louis. (Faye didn’t want Gretchen, she wanted Donna; it’s Donna’s fault Gretchen is working for Faye, because she wanted to skip out on work early to go on a date with Harvey.) Faye refuses, countering that he can resign if he wants to try extorting her; they each claim that they’re not going anywhere, and she closes out the episode with the line: “And for the record, you said you’d do anything to win this, but you haven’t crossed a single line. So as far as I’m concerned, I’m doing my job.” I guess she means that despite being resisted at every turn, she’s beginning to succeed at bringing them into line? But honestly, as a parting farewell, it really doesn’t have as much punch as she thinks it does.

I told you Louis wasn’t going to resign. Next time around, it looks like they’ll be going all in on the Darvey angle, so that’ll be…fun…

#suits usa #season 9 #s09e03 #analysis

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A Future Together

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Their time together was comprised of stolen moments and filled with forbidden kisses. That did not mean that it felt any less draining to pull away and pretend to be friends until their next rendezvous.

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In which Jack and David share a moment and discuss their future.

“You should leave.”

Jack looked at David, his eyes reflecting the flickering of the candle that sat in the window frame. The tiny flame was the only light on the fire escape. Even the stars and moon had disappeared behind clouds of city smog.

David’s stomach flopped like it always did when Jack gave him that look. “I mean it. Crutchie’ll get worried. You said you’d be back early today. It’s already gone eleven.”

Grinning, Jack just settled himself more comfortably against the railings of the stairwell. “Well, it’s my duty to make sure selling partners get home safe now, ain’t it?”

“We stopped selling together over a year ago,” David reminded him fondly. “Besides, as much as I love your company, won’t the lodging house shut at midnight?” He, too, leant back against the window frame and shifted the candle a little further across so he did not bump it. “As much as I’d love to offer you a place here, the floor is about the only place where there’s still any space.”

Jack laughed softly. “Naw, it’s ‘right. I can just take the fire escape up. Everyone knows ta keep the window open.”

They sat there in contented silence for a while. Slowly, Jack inched his hand closer to David’s until he could tangle their fingers together. David looked and smiled, squeezing Jack’s hand with care.

A sudden gust of wind blew past them, extinguishing the candle.

“Oh, damn.” David pulled his hand out of Jack’s and leant his body into the bedroom to find the matches again. “Not again.”

Jack pulled him back. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, Dave. It’s not that dark out.” That was a clear lie – David could barely make out the other side of the street – but he obliged and set the candle inside so the wax would harden without the risk of anyone knocking it over. As trivial as it was, they were always careful to conserve the kerosene and wax as much as possible. It was expensive to replace too often.

“Besides,” Jack said, lowering his voice and shifting closer to David, “It means I can do this.” He took David’s hand and bought it softly to his mouth to kiss it.

David could feel his cheeks burning red. “Don’t, someone might see!”

Jack looked around and laughed under his breath. “In this light? Naw. This escape don’t even lead to a main road. Ain’t no one gonna know.”

“My family’s only a room away and Les is asleep in here!” David gestured towards the room on the other side of the window. “They can’t know, Jack, they can’t.”

Jack gave David’s hand another, lingering kiss. He did not look up as he spoke. “They don’t have ta know, Dave. They ain’t gonna know if youse don’t want ‘em to.” Finally, he raised his head and gazed into David’s eyes. “But, I think they’s lovin’ you too much to get angry.”

David sighed and averted his eyes from Jack’s. His chest felt vaguely sore as if someone had winded him. He stared out at the street, despite being unable to see anything out there. “Do you ever think there could be a time when people like us are accepted?”

“One day?” Jack paused for a moment and ran his thumb over David’s knuckles. “Yeah, I think so. One day we’se gonna be able to live like all the other folks ‘round here. Have our own flat, no funny questions, police won’t care. The whole works.”

That made David smile. It was hard to imagine such a world sometimes. “Maybe, one day, people like us could even get married,” David sighed. It was rare that he even though of marriage; he was only seventeen and it was never something that had appealed to him as a child except for out of a sense of duty to his family. His parents had married when they were just eighteen, though, and that had terrified David when he was younger.

“Can you imagine that?” Jack laughed. “Mr and Mr Jacobs. Or Mr and Mr Kelly, I suppose.”

“Kelly,” David said quickly, “Jack Jacbos just sounds silly.”

Jack exhaled and pressed his shoulder to David’s. “It’ll happen one day,” he said with a smile.

“One day,” David agreed. He rested his head on Jack’s shoulder and let his mind drift from there. It was a content silence that David had come to treasure over the year and a half he had known Jack. The time they got alone together was rare, so David always treasured it, even if it was just them sitting in silence.

It had been over a year since they had started their bizarre version of a courtship. David occasionally tried to remember exactly what had led up to it, but more often than not, he came up blank. The day that Pulitzer had agreed to the new terms had been enough of a whirlwind of emotions as it was. Adding Jack into the occasion just made everything even more blurry.

David remembered a dark alleyway, lots of laughter, hands everywhere, and the most brilliant kiss he had ever had in his life. (Which, admittedly, was not saying much. He had only ever kissed one other boy when he was seven and they thought they were being very clever copying their parents.) A whispered confession and too many secret meetings to count later, and here they were. David did not know if this was love, but he prayed that it was.

“Dawid,” a quiet voice said. David sprung apart from Jack like he had been stung. His mother’s face appeared at the window, completely oblivious to what David and Jack had been talking about just minutes before. “Już czas przyjść do środka.”

“Daj mi chwilę, Mama,” David replied. She nodded and walked back out of the room, smoothing down the covers on the bed and kissing Les’s forehead as she went.

The door closed and David turned back to Jack. “She said I had to go inside now.”

Jack nodded and released his tight hold on David’s hand so that their hands were only brushing. “I should go back to the lodgin’ house then, I guess.”

David swallowed and forced himself to agree. Their time together was comprised of stolen moments and filled with forbidden kisses. They had to end each meeting while they were ahead. That did not mean that it felt any less draining to pull away and pretend to be friends until their next rendezvous.

Leaning forwards, they fell into a gentle kiss. It was like always: warm, chaste and breathtaking. David’s insides felt like they were melting, and he reached one hand to cup Jack’s chin.

It had to end all too soon, though. Jack pulled away and, giving David a smile, stood up. “See you tomorrow?”

David nodded quickly. “Les and I’ll be there for the evening paper.” He stood up as well and his hands

Skimmed over Jack’s. He pressed a final kiss to Jack’s lips and stepped back.

Jack grinned at him. Then, he turned and disappeared down the fire escape. It was dark enough that David soon lost track of where he was, so he clambered back through the window and closed it except for a tiny crack so that people could find him if they needed him.

Absentmindedly, David walked into the main room to wish his parents good night, allowing Sarah to get herself ready for bed, before changing his own clothes and climbing into the bunk next to Les. Mumbling sleepily, Les simply rolled over and allowed David to pull some of the blanket over himself.

Sarah’s breaths soon evened out, but David lay there staring at the ceiling. His mind was still buzzing. He turned restlessly, only to find Les blearily watching at him.

“Go to sleep, Les,” David whispered as quietly as possible.

Les kept looking at him. “You’re thinking too loudly.” David opened his mouth to defend himself, but Les cut him off before he could. “I heard you tonight. Talking with Jack.”

David’s heart stopped beating as his mouth fell open in horror. “Don’t tell anyone what you heard,” he hissed, cheeks burning. “Please, Les, we’ll get in so much trouble.”

“Would you really want to get married to him?” Les completely ignored David’s words. “Like, really really? When you’re older.”

David sighed, but gave up protesting. The damage was done, and it would be easier for everyone if he just let Les cycle through his questions. “I don’t know, maybe,” David hesitated, “I’m only seventeen, Les. That’s pretty young to think about getting married.”

“Mama and Aba got married when they were eighteen,” Les said with no hesitation. “I think you and Jack should get married. Because you’re smart, so you can get a fancy job, and Jack’s really good at art, so he can get a fancy job, too, and then you can get a nice apartment, like you said, and then all the newsies can live with you and so they never have to sleep on the streets again. Don’t you think that’d be good?”

It was so obviously ten-year-old logic that it almost made David want to cry. “Sure, Les. But you know that you can’t tell anyone this, right? We’d get in a lot of trouble.” His body felt tingly and he could not pin down exactly why. Swallowing felt oddly thick.

“I know,” Les murmured, “but it’d still be nice.” He yawned and struggled to keep his eyes open.

David swallowed the lump that had grown in his throat. “Go to sleep, Les.”

Les needed no more encouragement to turn over and fall asleep again. David watched him for a few minutes before screwing his eyes tightly shut. For now, they were trapped on all sides by society, but maybe Les was right. Maybe one day they could have a future.

Update from the author: I still suck at naming fics and I haven’t properly proofread this yet bc I actually need to be writing an IA on the Hungarian Revolution that I haven’t started yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Dawid - The Polish version of David

Już czas przyjść do środka - It’s time to come inside

Daj mi chwilę, Mama - Give me a minute, Mama

(If you’ve read any of the other stuff I wrote, you might’ve picked up that I hc the Jacobs were originally from NE Poland and moved to NY in the late 1880s, which - in all seriousness - was historically just after a famine and during a period economic difficulty, persecution of Judaism and a systematic oppression where the Kingdom of Prussia (later the German Empire) and the Russian Empire attempted to systematically eradicate the Polish language during the Partitions of Poland. For that reason, I also imagine that David and Sarah would probably be able to speak a small amount of Russian (which they probably would have stopped using as soon as they left Poland), Polish and Yiddish from growing up in Poland and bc their parents speak both of those languages and enough Hebrew to know and understand traditional prayers, etc., which Les - who I imagine as being born in NY - would speak no Russian, little Hebrew, be self-conscious about his Yiddish/Polish and more comfortable speaking in English).

Idk - if anyone’s interested, maybe I could do a post on the Jacobs family? Let me know if you do want to see one haha

#newsies #newsies live #newsies broadway #newsies '92 #canon era #javid #david jacobs #davey jacobs #jack kelly #les jacobs #oneshot #fluff #fanfiction #<3k #<10k #>1k #<5k

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CJ current events 9 feb 21

The Biden administration won’t have the American Bar Association vet judicial candidates before they’re nominated, a source familiar with the discussions told Bloomberg Law.

That *** departs from President Barack Obama, who gave the ABA’s Standing Committee on the Federal Judiciary, which rates judicial nominees, advance notice of candidates to vet.

The White House didn’t respond to multiple requests for comment. The Washington Post reported the Biden administration plans earlier Wednesday.

Progressives praised the decision as an important step in diversifying the bench.

“Although well-intentioned, the ABA Standing Committee is yet another corporate lawyer-dominated gatekeeper in the judicial selection process and must not be allowed to act as an obstacle to diversifying the bench,” said Christopher Kang, co-founder and chief counsel of progressive judicial advocacy group Demand Justice.*** https://news.bloomberglaw.com/us-law-week/biden-wont-give-aba-advance-role-in-vetting-judicial-nominees

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I can’t believe I’m saying this... a mask-less customer was turned away at Roscoe’s Chicken & Waffles in Pasadena [, California on Wed evening]. So he came back with a GUN, held up kitchen staff and robbed fried chicken, waffles and syrup. *** https://twitter.com/ABC7Veronica/status/1357167055166869507

video https://twitter.com/i/status/1357186113635405824

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Boston's DA, Rachael Rollins, has run into a snag in her nomination for U.S. Attorney for the District of Massachusetts.

According to Katie Lawson,

Rollins confronted her when she tried to merge her vehicle in front of the DA’s as both were trying to exit the mall parking lot.

“She pulled her car about three inches from my car and said, ‘Do you want me to write you a ticket? Because I’ll write you a ticket,’ put on the sirens, put on the strobe lights for like, probably a couple of seconds,” the complainant told 25 Investigates.

According to Lawson’s complaint, Rollins told her: “Today is not the day to try me!”

“I 1,000% thought that she was a police officer because the only person I know that can write you a ticket is an actual a police officer. So she implied, in my opinion, she implied that she was a police officer. I thought she was a police officer. That’s why I called the police department,” Lawson said.

She provided us with a picture that her fiancé took which shows the license plate on the vehicle she alleges Rollins was driving. *** https://www.boston25news.com/news/local/boston-25-investigates-allegation-involving-suffolk-county-da-rachael-rollins/ZD2BA2HXERH3RE6DFSZSWCCJM4/

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A Pennsylvania man was sentenced [Thursday] to over 15 years in prison plus a lifetime of supervised release, and ordered to pay $16,000 in restitution for engaging in illicit sexual conduct in a foreign place.***

According to information provided to the court, the investigation of this case revealed that Gregory Dow, 61, of Lancaster County, traveled to the Republic of Kenya in 2008 to start an orphanage which came to be known as the Dow Family Children’s Home. While running the orphanage with his wife, Dow sexually abused, on multiple occasions, four minor girls between October 2013 and September 2017. During this time period, he maintained ties to the United States.*** https://www.justice.gov/opa/pr/man-sentenced-engaging-illicit-sexual-conduct-minors-republic-kenya

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Economic protectionism legislation

***A top Amazon executive, Jay Carney, recently wrote a letter on the company’s behalf endorsing the Democratic push to more than double the minimum wage nationwide. And Amazon is actively lobbying for the change by running digital ads.

"We believe $15 an hour is the minimum anyone in the U.S. should be paid for an hour of labor," Carney wrote. “We also believe it's good for business.”

This should be a giant red flag. Amazon has already paid its hourly workers $15 or more since 2018. What it’s really doing is lobbying the federal government to hike its competitors’ costs and help it replace more small businesses.*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/opinion/amazons-swampy-lo

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*** Knowing that the Super Bowl draws child sexual abusers, the FBI launched an 11-day operation in 2019 in the days before the game in Atlanta. Nine children and nine adults were rescued from sex traffickers. There were also more than 150 people arrested, some of whom were traffickers and 34 of whom had sought to pay for illicit sex with children. The youngest child rescued was 14 years old.

Before last year's Super Bowl, local law enforcement in Florida made 47 arrests and rescued 22 victims.

Florida authorities are also gearing up to fight sex trafficking at this Sunday’s Super Bowl. Their focus in the lead-up to the game is prevention. They are inspecting adult entertainment venues to ensure they are complying with Florida’s rules about posting information about human trafficking. They are also working with ride-sharing companies to train them to recognize the signs that someone is a victim of sex trafficking. Florida has increased its awareness campaign, with two counties declaring January as Human Trafficking Awareness Month, and created multiple task forces to address the issue.*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/opinion/in-the-shadow-of-glory-a-dirty-secret-child-sex-trafficking-at-the-super-bowl

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KC Chiefs Assistant Coach Britt Reid drove a Dodge Ram truck in a crash that happened Thursday evening on Interstate 435 and Stadium Drive in KC. The crash injured two children, including a 5 y/o girl who suffered brain injuries. https://www.kansascity.com/news/local/crime/article249096425.html

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What do we call deleting/destroying evidence?

GEORGETOWN, Texas (KXAN) — A Georgetown police officer and his wife are facing felony charges after being accused of recording a 17-year-old girl during sex.

Georgetown police said Samuel Tejeda, 28, and his wife Ashley Tejeda turned themselves in Wednesday Feb. 3 after the Georgetown Police Department and the Texas Rangers began investigating.***

The arrest affidavits stated the 17-year-old girl told police she had sex multiple times with Samuel in her backyard and at the couple’s home in Jarrell.***

The affidavit said a Texas Ranger interviewed Ashley, who admitted to having a sexual relationship with the 17-year-old girl and her husband. She also told the investigator she recorded one of their sexual encounters on her phone, the affidavit said. However, the court document stated Ashley said she “deleted the content of the video from her phone on the day that Samuel was informed of pending criminal action against him.”

During a search at the Tejedas’ home Jan. 29, the affidavit stated “several electronic devices were located and seized along with an intentionally damaged hard drive believed to belong to a computer system.”*** https://www.kxan.com/news/crime/georgetown-police-officer-his-wife-accused-of-sexual-relationship-with-17-year-old/

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Does this car look like a snow plow?

FRAMINGHAM — A Natick woman and two Framingham men were arrested early Tuesday after police say they demanded that officers shovel out their car when it became stuck in snow, blocking traffic.***

Police arrested Bianca Torres, 19, of Natick; and Nathaniel Chickering, 18, and Michael Rodriguez, 21, both of Framingham, at 12:34 a.m.

An officer on patrol came upon a sedan stuck in a snow bank on Concord Street. The car had lost control and crashed into a pile of snow. All three of the vehicle's occupants were trying to push the car from the snow.***

Once the tow truck arrived, Chickering told officers that no one was going to tow the car and then walked into the travel lane to argue, further blocking traffic, Grigas said.

Because of his behavior, police arrested Chickering. Another passenger, Rodriguez, then tried to get the officers to release Chickering, striking the officer in the stomach, Grigas said. Police then arrested Rodriguez, and when Torres intervened, they arrested her.*** https://www.metrowestdailynews.com/story/news/2021/02/03/natick-woman-famingham-men-arrested-after-snow-dispute-cops/4374970001/

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ST. LOUIS — Inmates staged a revolt Saturday morning at the St. Louis City Justice Center that last for several hours.

As of 10:15 a.m., the situation was under control, according to St. Louis Public Safety Director Jimmie Edwards.

The inmates had broken several windows on an upper floor. They chanted and held signs. Several things were also set on fire and thrown out of the windows. Chairs and other items littered the street below the windows, and at least one car had a shattered windshield.

Edwards held a press conference at 10:15 a.m. with an update on the situation.

At around 2:30 this morning, a corrections officer got into a scuffle with a detainee on a fourth-floor unit and was then jumped by other detainees, Edwards said. The detainees had been able to “jimmy their locks” and the locks don’t necessarily lock, he said.*** https://www.ksdk.com/article/news/local/inmates-disturbance-st-louis-justice-center/63-934b39bf-be5c-4ce1-9e03-f43429cc58b4

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The Navy was a distant second, with 17 complaints and 10 substantiated incidents; then the Army, with 13 complaints, none substantiated; and finally the Air Force, with five complaints, one substantiated. At the time of the reporting, 71 total complaints had been found unsubstantiated, 110 were pending a decision and eight were inconclusive or unknown.*** https://www.military.com/daily-news/2021/02/07/nearly-90-of-military-hazing-complaints-come-marine-corps-data-shows.html

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New rule could make it harder for banks to cut ties with oil and coal companies

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New rule could make it harder for banks to cut ties with oil and coal companies

The rule, adopted Thursday by the Office of the Comptroller of the Currency, requires large banks to make a documented and individualized assessment of pending customers before denying loan applications. That means banks can’t simply decide to reject loan requests from fossil fuel companies, gunmakers or other industries simply because those companies don’t align with a lenders’ corporate values.

The OCC faced a backlash when it first proposed the rule in November. The agency received about 31,000 comments opposing the rule and far fewer in favor of it. In response, the OCC softened the regulation by removing a section that would have created new restrictions on banks by explicitly prohibiting them from denying loans in certain instances.

Patricia McCoy, a Boston College Law School professor, said the change “gives significantly more leeway” than when it was first proposed.

The rule, impacting banks with more than $100 billion in assets, is the final regulation of the eight-month tenure of Acting Comptroller of the Currency Brian Brooks, who is stepping down Thursday.

“Brian Brooks did something I never thought possible: He united the banking industry and reform advocates,” Isaac Boltansky, director of policy research at Compass Point Research & Trading, said of the proposed rule. “They were united in opposition to a rule that is convoluted, ill-conceived and operationally problematic.”

The American Bankers Association, a powerful lobbying group whose banks hold $17 trillion in deposits, slammed the OCC for deciding to “rush through this ill-advised rulemaking” on Brooks’ last day in office and said the rule should not take effect.

“In addition to short-circuiting the traditional rulemaking process and failing to take into account thoughtful comments from thousands of stakeholders, we believe it is a mistake for the OCC to mandate which businesses banks must service,” Hugh Carney, ABA’s senior vice president of prudential regulation, said in a statement.

Democratic Senator Sherrod Brown, the incoming chairman of the Senate Banking Committee, echoed the ABA’s sentiment.

“Forcing banks to take on dangerous investments is a bad idea,” Brown told Appradab Business in an interview last week. “Ultimately, it doesn’t serve the financial system or the country.”

Brown, a Democrat from Ohio, added that Brooks, the OCC regulator, is “joining a long line of Trump nominees looking out for their own past and future business interests.”

Uncertain fate for rule

Brooks said in a statement Thursday that banks “need to show their work” when cutting off lending access.

“Banks should not terminate services to entire categories of customers without conducting individual risk assessments,” he said, adding that “elected officials should determine what is legal and illegal in our country.”

The rule is set to take effect in April, but it’s not clear if that will happen.

It’s possible that lawmakers could undo it through the Congressional Review Act, which allows Congress to roll back regulations imposed by the executive branch. For example, President-elect Joe Biden has promised to address the climate crisis, including by rejoining the Paris climate accord.

Boltansky said he’s “confident” the Biden administration will work to reverse the rule.

Banks begin to back away from fossil fuels

Environmental groups feared adopting the rule would short-circuit growing momentum among big banks to distance themselves from oil and coal companies whose long-term fortunes are threatened by the climate crisis.

“This proposed rule is an outrageous last-ditch attempt to obstruct progress to address climate change as a systemic financial risk,” Steven Rothstein, managing director of the Ceres Accelerator for Sustainable Capital Markets, said in a statement last week.

With the climate crisis intensifying, some big banks have recently ruled out making certain loans in the hope of easing both their reputational and credit risks.

In 2019, Goldman Sachs (GS) became the first big US bank to pledge not to write loans for Arctic drilling. Many other big banks followed suit.

And last fall, JPMorgan Chase (JPM) said it would refuse lending, capital market and other services to companies that make most of their revenue from coal extraction. JPMorgan also pledged to push clients to align their business practices with the Paris climate agreement.

Safety and soundness

The OCC is charged with making sure lenders provide fair access to financial services and treat customers fairly. The goal is to make sure banks don’t repeat the mistakes of redlining, the systematic refusal to lend to poor and minority communities.

But the OCC’s stated mission is also to ensure national banks “operate in a safe and sound manner.”

McCoy, a former regulator at the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau, points out that climate change risk “poses long-term safety and soundness concerns to national banks that lend to the fossil fuel industry.”

That’s because the worsening climate crisis is darkening the outlook for fossil fuel firms. Coal companies have gone bankrupt. Investors have sharply marked down the value of oil and gas companies and made it harder for them to raise capital. A climate crackdown from lawmakers in Washington would pose more problems for the fossil fuel industry.

“Banks have begun taking steps to protect against that [climate] risk,” Ceres said in the statement. “The OCC should help them down that path, not throw hurdles in the way.”

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