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goodfish-bowl · 2 months

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Never Really Knew (DP x DC)

DP Side Hoes Week 2024 Master Post

Day 5: Dani - self-defense

Summary: There were plenty of things she knew, but it was all things that had been downloaded into her head. There was very few things that Dani had actually experienced in her extremely short life. Dani’s trip after being freed from Vlad goes well until it takes a turn into Gotham, New Jersey. Takes place after "Kindred Spirits", but before "D-Stabilized".

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Dani had known that traveling by herself would be dangerous. She knew it in the same way she knew advanced mathematics and classic literature. It was knowledge she had but had never experienced, programmed and downloaded into her head. She knew a lot of things this way, and very few things the other way. Dani had wanted to experience everything, to learn the way everyone else did. But she hadn’t known, not really, just how dangerous this task would be for her. She doubted Danny knew either, or he probably wouldn’t have let her go.

Dani wasn’t having any trouble with money, so to say, Vlad’s credit card covered that, but there were very few places that would both accept credit and let a 12-year-old rent a room for the night. So while she was good on food and any other thing, shelter was a lot harder to manage. It had been fun, at first, buying a tent and camping equipment, and staying at parks while she explored the area, but yet again, a 12-year-old couldn't rent out a campground, so it was a bit riskier every night she stayed. If she stayed in the wrong place or too long, she would get chased out. She lost a few tents this way. She lost a few more to thefts that happened while she was out and about.

The campground was fine when she was just about, but they weren’t always an option, like in the bigger cities, where she was now. Normally, Dani was able to keep her head low, and hang out on a rooftop for the night, but that wasn’t really a good option with vigilantes of Gotham frequenting those spaces too. She had to find a different place to sleep for the night, which she supposes is what got her into this whole mess too. That and not knowing, to an instinctual degree, that she should not have come to Gotham all alone.

Dani had bunked down for the night in one of the many abandoned buildings around, even setting up her cot and some of her other camping equipment. This was not where she had woken up.

Dani woke up with a full body ache and a piercing migraine, and immediately curled up on herself with a soft hiss. Everything hurt. Slowly, as Dani came to, her senses faded back into focus. It smelt generally terrible, like BO and urine, along with the faint tinge of mold and cigarettes. There was the sound of someone else crying near her, whimpering, and the more distant sound of laughter. She could feel the bare concrete under her as it tried to drain away what little body heat she actually produced. Her tongue tasted vile in her mouth, still full of fuzz with a metallic aftertaste in the back of her throat.

Dani was locked in a dark, generally dingy cell, with the only light coming from a yellow street light that managed to crawl in through the basement window, and a white fluorescent light that climbed under the door. There were a few other kinds locked up in here with her, in various stages of crying or passed out. Some of them were hurt, bad. Dani had been kidnapped in the worst city to be kidnapped.

Slowly, feeling her whole body protest, Dani pushed herself to a kneeling position, drawing the other kids' eyes to her. She gave them a shaky smile that probably looked closer to a grimace. Dani felt her clothes and found that all the belongings she kept in her packets were gone. Darn, no more credit card. No more anything, really. Well, that sucked, but it wasn’t like they could keep her here for long, ghost powers and all that. Dani should get out as soon as she can, and run for the hills. She was sure whoever had captured her wouldn’t even notice one less child.

Dani strained her ears to listen to the voices from under the door, but a sniffle from one of the other kids in the room stopped her in her tracks, shutting down her plan of running out alone. Stupid Danny and his stupid protective streak. She would have to figure out how to get them all out together, and probably fast if the pick up in activity from under the door was any indication. Dani went over to the window, straining to look out of it, trying to figure out where it let out.

“Hey,” Dani whispered. “Do any of you know where we are?”

There was a soft murmuring among the other children, before a scruffy-looking boy answered her in a thick Gotham accent. “Somewhere in Crime Alley. That window has metal bars in it, no way to get out from there.”

Dani hissed under her breath, letting go of the window sill from where she was straining to lift herself onto it.

“Do you know where it leads?” She followed up.

“Just some scummy alley.”

Dani nodded, that was at least something good, no one would notice if she passed some of the others through intangibly.

“Okay, I can get us out,” Dani declared, keeping her voice intentionally low.

“How do you plan to do that? You a meta or something?” one of the slightly older girls demanded.

“Something like that,” Dani answered sheepishly. “Come on, I can take us directly through the wall,” Dani gestured through the window.

The others were too scared to protest, and slowly Dani began to file them one to two at a time through the wall, into the alley above. Every trip burned through her reserves, and she hadn’t noticed just how many of them were in the cell with her. After the fourth trip, Dani felt fragile, only able to pass the boy with the thick local accent through, but not able to go through herself, she would hurt herself if she tried.

“Butter biscuits… I can’t get out, I’m out of energy,” Dani called out. She was going to have to figure a way out, no powers unless absolutely necessary, she might risk destabilization otherwise.

The boy peered down at her from the window, looking grim. “I’ll go get help,” he stated before leaving her all alone in the room.

Dani let herself drop to the ground as soon as he was gone. She felt so tired, vaguely ill, and tried her best not to not fall back asleep, but still get a little bit more rest before the rest of her grand escape. She spent those minutes listening to the voices as best as she could, planning. She really shouldn’t use her powers for the next bit, but Dani also really needed her stuff back. It would have to be worth the risk, it was the only way she could really afford anything. All she needed was just her wallet with the card in it. Everything else could be replaced, emergency cellphone included. She might have a window to get it when whatever help that boy had mentioned showed up.

The voices on the other side of the door grew frantic along with an even more distant sound of gunshots and shattering glass. The door slammed open, causing Dani to fall onto her back in fright. The man’s eyes were blown wide in fear, teeth bared. His eyes narrowed as he probably noticed the lack of children in the room, and spat out a nasty curse before his eyes locked onto her.

“Fuck it, we only need one hostage, a half-dead brat will have to do,” the man spat, practically snatching her up by the arms, causing Dani to cry out in pain.

Dani had to scrunch up her eyes under the artificial white lights, leading into an open warehouse. She struggled for just a second before there was something cold and metal pressing against her temple.

“Try it, brat, and your brains will be blown out all over the floor,” the man growled, and Dani froze.

It was a gun. Dani knew it was a gun, and finally, it sunk in just how much danger she was really in, and tears began to run down her face. She didn’t want to die! She had only just begun to learn how to live in the first place. She needed more than a few months to figure herself out!

The man didn't do anything as Dani began to cry, but one of the other roughly dressed goons in the room, holding an even bigger gun, sent the one holding her a dirty look, before a confused realization passed over him.

“Where the other kids?” The other guy asked.

“Hell if I know. Only one left was this shrimp who looks well and ready to keel over. She’ll fucking have to do.”

There was another loud bang as a door somewhere in the warehouse was thrown open.

“Red Hood! Don’t fucking try it or I off the kid!”

Dani strained to see through her tears and hysterics. Was this guy supposed to be her help? But Dani was already held hostage, how much help could this ‘Red Hood’ be?

“You know I don’t like people fucking around with kids on my turf,” a modulated, artificial voice spat.

“Which is why you’re going to let us go, so that this little girl’s brains don’t end up splattered all over the ground,” The guy holding the bigger gun argued back.

There was a creak from the rafters and the other guy opened fired, sending rounds into the ceiling. A large figure dropped down, returning fire as they fell. Dani’s eyes widened at the heavily armed figure in a red helmet and leather jacket. He was both the coolest and most terrifying person Dani had ever seen. The guy with the bigger gun went down with only a few well-aimed shots.

Red Hood towered over Dani’s current kidnapper, who pressed the gun harder into her temple, causing another wave of panic to go through her as her eyes strained to dart back and forth between the man holding her and her ‘savior’ who had just definitely killed someone.

“There you are, you shitty bastard,” her kidnapper growled. “Now!”

Gunshots came from a completely different direction, catching Red Hood by surprise, but not before he managed to take out one of the two new assailants, and a stray bullet slammed into the arm holding the gun to Dani’s head. The man recoiled, practically tossing both her and the gun aside, forgotten. Dani ducked down, scrambling the best she could away from the center of the fight, but exhaustion and a horrible pinch in her ankle weighed down on her entire being.

Dani looked back after hearing a few more gunshots. The guy who had been holding her was dead, but Red Hood had taken a couple of hits himself, stuck kneeling as the final kidnapper pointed his gun directly at Red Hood. He was going to be killed, and then Dani knew she would quickly follow him. Panic seized her body and core, dredging up what little energy it could. She couldn’t let Red Hood be killed, Dani didn’t want to die.

Dani dove for the gun that had been tossed away in her. The knowledge of how to use a gun quickly clicked into place, just like all of those other things she knew and had never experienced. Dani was keen on never feeling the chill of a live firearm in her hands again, nor the image of the man dropping dead from a clean shot as she fired.

The gun clattered to the ground and Dani was well aware that Red Hood was full-on staring at her beneath his helmet.

“Kid-” the modulated voice called out, but Dani yanked on her invisibility, pulling as hard as she could, running off.

Dani had killed someone, sending full-on shivers and nausea through her, compounded by the protests of her fragile anatomy as she tried to maintain invisibility. She quickly found her things, which had been haphazardly tossed into a corner, snatching the wallet and nothing else. It felt like she was falling apart.

Dani made it to the exit before Red Hood spotted her again.

“Wait!” He called out, sounding panicked.

Dani couldn’t help the reflexive glance back, likely showcasing the bright glow of her eyes, and the thick trickle of ectoplasm as it seeped out of her nose before she fled into the night. There was cursing and heavy steps behind her, so Dani did the only thing she could and transformed as soon as she was out of direct eyesight, doing her best to ignore the familiar sensation of destabilization as it began to set in. She even ignored the swear-storm of the vigilante she left behind in the alley. Dani was going back to Amity Park as soon as she could, but she now knew, deep in her gut and in the sour taste of ectoplasm in the back of her throat, just how dangerous it could be on her own.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #goodfish writes #dp side hoes week 2024 #dani phantom #red hood #dp x dc crossover #finally gave in and did it #I needed a dangerous city and a vigilante for plot reasons #cw: kidnapping #tw: death #tw: guns #tw: gun violence #failed my 'don't severely traumatize any of the character for a week-long event' challenge #darn i guess sorry dani

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keepscrollinghun · 5 months

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🚨 The IOF continue their invasion of #Jenin. Local sources report that the forces are still present in several areas, opening fire towards Jenin camp.

🚨 Palestinians are pictured being held by the Israeli occupation forces whilst they raided Burqin village, near Jenin.

🚨 Occupation bulldozers are once again destroying streets and infrastructure in #Jenin camp. The IOF destroyed the memorial to the martyr Dr. Abdullah Abu Al-Tin.

🚨 Occupation forces have detained ambulance crews in the city of #Jenin and are preventing them from operating. In all parts of the city, medics report being stopped and searched.

🚨 A 45-year-old man with special needs, Issam Al-Fayed, ascended to martyrdom after he was shot by the IOF in #Jenin. He is the uncle of the martyrs Mohammed Fayed and Amjad Fayed. Glory to our martyrs.

—RNN

—@fatenelwan

#jenin #palestine #israel is a terrorist state #tw: death #tw: shooting #tw: gun mention #tw: gun violence #west bank #settler colonialism #settler violence #israeli apartheid #russia is a terrorist state

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livwritesstuff · 4 months

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this is an edited repost of something I wrote last year for the 10-year anniversary of the shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School (now 11 years today). to say the least, it’s a difficult day for a lot of people, including me. i wrote this all in one go just as a positive outlet for the things this day evokes and i went back and forth on if i would post it, but i know i’m not the only one who has been affected by these events. if you’re someone who finds this day to be a hard one, this one is for you.

tw: references to gun violence and school shootings

It’s late morning in December 2012 and Steve is watching the news. He isn’t really paying attention to the current segment about opiate use, too busy being completely annihilated in Words with Friends by his eleven-year-old, who just played the word ‘jinxes’ for 23 points, the bastard.

He’s mid-way through sending Moe a text (“get off your ipod you’re in class”) when the channel’s Breaking News intro interrupts the interview that he’d been ignoring. He looks up to see that the headline has changed.

Steve sees shooting, and then elementary school and feels his heart jump into his throat the way it does any time he hears sirens when his daughters or his husband aren’t home – not because he really believes it’s for them, but because it could be. There’s always a chance it could be.

And he’s got two kids in elementary school right now.

He makes himself read the headline in full – it clarifies that the school is in Connecticut, nowhere near him and his house and his children’s schools in the Massachusetts suburbs, but it does little to remedy the panic that has his heart going a mile a minute.

Steve sits for a while, eyes glued to the TV as the anchor slowly ad-libs, clearly waiting for any new scrap of information.

On the first commercial break, Steve checks his phone. He’s got one text – from Moe telling him to play another word in their game. He responds back with the message he’d written before he’d become fixated on the news.

On the second one, he texts Eddie, tells him he loves him and asks if he’s heard what’s going on (he knows he probably won’t get a response for a while – Eddie is notoriously bad at checking his phone and that’s when he’s not in a meeting he’s been looking forward to for weeks, as is the case today).

By the third, they’ve learned the school is on lock-down, but not much more.

Everything he hears after that is nothing short of harrowing, and leaves Steve feeling sick to his stomach.

Eddie finally texts him a couple hours later, after the news anchor has been switched out for another, to say his meeting ran late (an actual director had reached out to him saying she was interested in adapting one of Ed’s books into a movie – today was the day they got to talk in person) and he hadn’t known any of this was going on, but he’s on his way to pick up Hazel from her AM kindergarten session.

Steve’s day continues. He makes lunch, he finishes some laundry, he responds to emails, always with one eye on the news. His shock at what was occurring mere hours south of his home, subsides, slowly replaced with a dull horror because he’s seen a lot of things in his forty-six years of life, but nothing like this. One by one, his three girls return home from school and he hugs each of them like he always does, but today it’s a little tighter.

It’s a Friday, and Friday night is movie night in the Harrington house. It’s Robbie’s night to choose (she picks Spy Kids, like she does every time she gets to pick the movie since it came out last year). Before they start, Steve and Eddie tell their kids what happened. They do their best to find an explanation that is sufficient for ever-precocious Moe, but not too much for Hazel, their sweet kindergartner who only just turned six. Once the movie starts, they all pile under the same blanket, and where there’s usually fidgeting and arguing and occasionally having to pause the movie altogether to wipe tears and wait on a time-out because someone weaponized a foot or an elbow after they weren’t given the big bowl of popcorn fast enough, tonight there is quiet and stillness.

The next day, the girls are back to their normal, bickering selves, but Steve still can’t shake the aching feeling in his chest every time he thinks about what happened the day before. He starts to get that itch in his brain, the same itch he'd felt after he ran out of the Byers’s house in 1983, after he turned back and saw those Christmas lights flickering, the itch where he’s gearing up for a fight.

As the months go on, Steve finds himself reading into gun control laws, finds himself with multiple non-profits fighting for them bookmarked on his computer, finds himself following politics for the first time in his life as he watches bill after bill get shut down by both sides of the debate.

Honestly, Steve isn’t sure why he cares so deeply about this – and not just what happened in Connecticut, but the issue of guns and gun safety in general. It’s not like he hasn’t fired a gun before. It’s not like he’s never seen their value (he still remembers that drive to the War Zone so many years ago). It’s not like he hasn’t ever felt safer with someone nearby wielding one, even if that someone was Nancy Wheeler.

Maybe he’s a little too familiar with children being the casualties in a war they didn’t choose to start, didn’t choose to fight in, and if that had made him angry at nineteen, he’s irate now, now that he has a six-year-old like the students in that classroom in Connecticut, now that he has an eleven-year-old like El when she escaped that lab in Hawkins.

It wouldn’t be the first time Steve threw himself into a battle that had nothing to do with him, that he knew very little about, because he knows what happens when children get caught in the crossfire of a battle that has nothing to do with them, and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he sat idly by and watched it happen again.

#i’m NERVOUS posting this one idk #they can’t all be fun times folks #idk if el was eleven years old in season 1 i'm pulling the artistic license for that one #i am definitely projecting here but whatever that’s what fandom is for i’m pretty sure #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson #tw: school shooting #tw: gun violence

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save-the-data · 11 days

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Two Worlds | S01E05

Thai Drama - 2024, 10 episodes

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topguncortez · 5 days

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The Columbine High School tragedy happened 25 years ago today, and here’s what’s been done since:

370,000 have experienced some sort of gun violence at their school

404 school shootings, 304 have been fatal

440 victims

1,243 injured

0 gun restriction laws

(this data comes from a 2023 report)

#tw: gun violence

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princessbubblegumandjustice · 1 year

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Oop there it is.

#gun violence #guns in schools #armed teachers #education #schools #tw: gun violence #*original #*shootings

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ohtobeleah · 2 months

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Ahhh!! Okay so immediately see Hangman flirting with his heart only to be rejected over and over again.

He gives himself heart palpitations whenever you reject him. He thinks it’s a fun little back and forth game. He’s gonna crack your shell.

Until it ends in a confrontation between the two of you:

“What the hell is your problem huh?” Jakes practically yelling while you look anywhere but at him. He doesn’t know someone’s chasing you. They’ve found you.

“Are you blind as well as stupid Seresin? I said leave me the hell alone!” It’s heated, Jake’s eyes are full of betrayal and rage. He’d never fallen so head over heels for someone who didn’t even notice him let alone consider him a friend of sorts.

“Fine—you know what? Fine, fine by me you heartless—“ Jake was about to call you a bitch. The insult was right on the tip of his tongue but that’s when you reached out to grab his hand. “Wha—“

“Run—RUN!” Jake hears the sounds before he registers what they are, but the panic in your voice alone tells him to shut up and go with ever the hell this is and ask questions later.

*bang* *bang* *bang*

“Jesus fucking Christ are we being shot at!?”

#tw: gun violence #secret sacrifices // jake seresin

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thebadgerclan · 8 months

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Shots Fired

Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox

Summary: BREAKING NEWS: White House Reports That First Son, Alex Claremont-Diaz, Has Been Shot

CONTENT WARNING: This deals with/describes shootings/gunshot wounds. Nothing is explicitly described, but proceed with caution if this could be triggering to you

A/N: I'm writing part 2 to this as we speak

Insomnia was nothing new for Henry, though after having a few blissfully restful nights in Alex’s arms, sleep was more elusive. The Prince sighed, rolling onto his side. The alarm clock read 11:25 PM, and normally, Henry would drag himself to the kitchen and make himself a cup of tea, maybe crack open his book, try to distract himself from the sleep that wouldn’t come. But something in him was telling him to turn the T.V. on. So Henry did, and he nearly vomited when he processed what was on the screen.

BREAKING NEWS: ALEX CLAREMONT-DIAZ SHOT. Henry barely managed to keep his late night snack of Jaffa Cakes down as he cranked the volume up, listening intently to the newscaster. “We are just receiving confirmation from Washington that Alex Claremont-Diaz, son of President Ellen Claremont, has been shot amidst gunfire in Georgetown. Information is still coming in, but we can confirm that Mr. Claremont-Diaz was life-flighted to Walter Reed Medical Center, and…”

Henry was no longer listening. He was throwing clothes into a bag, not bothering to fold them, barely looking at what he was packing. Then, his phone started buzzing. Texts from Bea, June, Pez, and Nora, but none from the one person he desperately needed to hear from. Henry pulled his charger from the wall and shoved it in his bag, zipped it shut, and threw it over his shoulder before he was running.

Shaan met him halfway down the hall. “I need to get to–” “I know, sir,” the equerry interrupted, turning on his heel, now jogging alongside the Prince. “Ms. Bankston phoned. There’s a car waiting to take you to Heathrow.” Henry nodded, quickening his pace, nearly diving into the waiting car. The ride to the airport was torturously long, and the flight was unbearable. All Henry wanted was to see Alex, to touch Alex, to know that Alex was alive. The headlines kept rolling in, none of them confirming anything, and the Prince was beginning to spiral.

Ellen’s number was in his contacts, but she hadn’t called. Nor had June or Nora. Henry didn’t blame them, of course, their attention was likely on Alex. But he was going half mad with worry and speculation. Eventually, Shaan pressed Henry’s emergency medication into his palm–pills he seldom had to take, pills he needed when anxiety and panic overwhelmed him–and he took them with no questions, dropping into a dreamless sleep soon after.

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This wasn’t how today was supposed to go. Alex had set out with the intention of scoping out a new bookstore for when Henry came to visit, grabbing some lunch, and heading back to the Residence. Instead, he found himself lying on the pavement, a bullet wound on his lower abdomen, screams and pops filling his ears. Alex was by no means a medical professional, but he knew when he lifted his head that that was far too much blood.

Amy was at his side immediately, her gun drawn. Cash was there too, tearing open a package of what looked like gauze. “Sorry kid,” he said. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch.” He then began packing the wound, and Alex screamed, stars popping before his eyes. Then the tears came, both from pain and from fear. Would he see his mom again? June? Henry? Alex brought a shaky hand to his face, seeing Henry’s signet ring there, flecked with blood. “Baby,” he whispered, kissing the ring. “I love you. Henry…” Everything went black.

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There was another car waiting when Henry landed at Ronald Reagan. The Prince was barely sitting down, Shaan climbing into the other seat, when he barked an order, one he had no real business giving. “Drive.” As the car pulled out of the airport, it was flanked by five other vehicles, all black, red and blue lights flashing. At Henry’s questioning look, Shaan spoke. “Extra security, sir,” he said. “We cannot take any risks.”

Henry was anxious for the entire drive. At his request, Shaan had confiscated his phone, cutting him off from any and all communications. He had texted Bea, though, telling her he was going to D.C. and that he would be in touch. “Any word?” he asked, and the equerry shook his head. “I know as much as you, sir.” Finally, the motorcade pulled up to Walter Reed, and Henry almost fell in his haste to get out of the car.

Four Secret Service agents were waiting at the entrance, as was Zahra, who looked flighty and anxious and very unlike her usual self. “Thank God you got here safely,” she said, offering Henry a soft smile before turning and entering the hospital. She led him to an elevator, which after inputting a passcode, took them up to the President’s private wing.

Ellen was pacing back and forth, June was staring blankly out a window, Oscar was talking to someone on the phone, and Leo was watching his wife, looking helpless. When Henry appeared, Ellen startled before pulling the Prince into her arms, holding him like her life depended on it. “Oh darling,” she said, and Henry broke. Choking, ugly sobs left his mouth, and his knees gave out. Ellen maintained her grip on him, sinking to the ground with him.

“I know, baby, I know,” the President soothed, and Henry burrowed into her arms. After several minutes, Henry calmed, sniffling and wiping his eyes. “Is he…” “He’s in surgery, darlin’,” she responded. “Has been for hours. Doctors have been out a few times, so far he’s stable.” Henry nodded, trying to process everything. “W-what happened?” Ellen shrugged. “We don’t quite know. They don’t think Alex was targeted, which is something…”

Henry almost laughed. His boyfriend was lying on an operating table with a gunshot wound, he had nearly died. What did it matter if he was the target or not? But he only nodded. “Have you eaten, Henry?” The Prince shook his head. “Do you want anything?” Another shake of his head. “Alright.” They fell silent, and after several minutes, Henry extricated himself from Ellen’s embrace, moving to sit next to June.

She said nothing, but took Henry’s hand, squeezing hard. Henry squeezed back, resting his head against the window. Alex would be alright, he had to be alright. He laid a hand on his chest, feeling the chain and key there, tears pricking at his eyes. “My love,” he whispered. “Alex…” Maybe he dozed off, maybe he didn’t, but when a doctor walked in, Henry bolted upright, his heart in his throat.

“Madame President, I’m Dr. Lewis,” she said. “I was the attending surgeon on Alex’s case.” Ellen nodded, her arms crossed over her chest. Dr. Lewis saw Henry, and her eyes widened slightly, but she pressed on. “I am pleased to tell you that Alex is stable and out of surgery.” Ellen let out a sob, and Henry let out a shuddering breath, gripping June’s hand even tighter.

“He lost a substantial amount of blood, but we have a transfusion running and we’ll be monitoring his numbers.” “How bad was the injury?” Ellen asked, worrying her lip between her teeth. “The bullet struck Alex’s right kidney. Now, the kidneys are very vascular organs, which accounts for his blood loss. We were able to remove the bullet and attempt to reconstruct the kidney, but there are no promises on that front. The good news is that we all have two kidneys, and you only need one to survive. Of course, we’ll be keeping a close eye on Alex’s renal functions and other things like his blood pressure, but in my professional opinion, he is out of the woods.”

Ellen surged forward and shook Dr. Lewis’ hand, tears in her eyes. “Thank you, doctor,” she said. “Thank you so much.” “It’s my pleasure, Madame President. He’s still asleep, but he should be awake soon, if you’d like to see him.” Ellen nodded, looking back at Henry. “You comin’, Sugar?” It took a moment for Henry to realize she was talking to him, and he nodded, slowly getting to his feet. Side by side, the President of the United States and the Prince of England made their way to Alex’s hospital room, equal parts nerves and excitement filling their minds.

#firstprince #firstprince fluff #alex claremont diaz x henry fox #alex x henry #henry x alex #tw: gun violence #tw: shooting #rwrb fanfiction #rwrb #red white and royal blue

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niko-mesu-the-dragon-dog · 11 months

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A Grieving Mother’s Anger

#qsmp #qsmp fanart #qsmp jaiden #qsmp jaiden animations #tw: blood #tw: gun #tw: gun violence #pls bring bobby back i miss him already #and jaiden will cause crimes against humanity if he doesnt come back :[

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creuki-the-one · 1 month

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@flowerguy4ever this is for you because we are both Orion and the Dark addicts

#creuki’s tomfoolery/shpongle #oatd #orion and the dark #fanart #tw: death #tw: gun violence

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kamari2038 · 5 months

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Scenario 004 - A Machine Connor Saga (Pt.22)(Full Saga)

My mission is to neutralize you, and I always accomplish my mission.

And my mission is to save our species. Looks like only one of us can succeed.

It had been a strange feeling, to blend in for a moment as one of the people of Jericho. As many of them fled past me, no one second guessed that I was one of them. I left them alone, of course. I only had one target.

I found myself desensitized to the carnage around me. That hadn't always been the case, even if I wouldn't admit it to myself, even in the past. But something had changed. My simulated emotions had experienced a substantial reduction in magnitude. They were replaced by a sense of clarity and focus like never before, a strange and vacuous form of euphoria… I didn't mind it while it lasted.

I can't fathom, however, why they insisted that I take him alive. He's clearly violent and dangerous. Although I understand that they possess no concern for my wellbeing, this requirement would seem to directly undermine my chances of success. No matter. I was still under orders, even if I had my own motives. A deviant could never be of any use to humans.

#tw: gun violence #dbh #detroit become human #dbh markus #dbh connor #connor rk800 #dbh connor rk800 #markus rk200

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Halloween prompts no. 10

The demons instructions had been clear. Infiltrate the house the new Lazarus pit had taken over and report back. They were six highly trained assasins. This should have been easy.

The city of "Amity Park" had randomly appeared in the woodlands of Illinois with no warning or reason. All the buildings were in ruin and looked like no one had lived there for years, yet no vegetation had reclaimed them. The house the pit was in was the most eerie thing however. A thick glowing ooze seeped from the darkened windows, metal supports jutted up from the top of the building from where they had supported something massive once upon a time. He was embarrassed to admit he just now realized that the entire city was completely silent. Even the animals that should be out this time of night were no where to be found. Odd.

The Lazarus House- as he'd taken to calling it- opened its front door as they approached. The long unnerving squeal from the henges truly set the horror movie tone. It felt like something inside was mocking them. Daring them to come inside. Entering they found the living room to be a completely ordinary, save for the fact that all the decor and electronics were decades out of date and the glowing green ooze was all over everything casting a dim grow on the entire space. There seemed to be writing on the walls made in the slime, but they had no idea what it meant. Thankfully their goggles were capable of both video and audio recording as well as establishing a live feed from which the Demons Head was no doubt currently watching.

They came across a door with glow in the dark star stickers and space shuttles on it, but the door wouldn't budge. Even using explosives on it didn't seem to phase it at all. They came across another door with the name Jasmine spelt across it and this door opened easily enough inside was a very feminine room loaded with pinks and lace save for the window which was just as blacked and ooze filled as the others and filled with a heavy sadness. The saw a laptop and made a note to retrieve it on thier way out.

It didn't take long after that for things to start going to crap. First, one of his team had mysteriously disappeared. Then one of the doors slammed shut immediately after one of them entered and he knew that the screams that followed would haunt him for the rest of his life. Things continued this way with thier team being picked off one by one until he was the only one left.

He sprinted down the stairs after his attempts at breaking one of the windows proved futile and would up in the basement, which turned out to be the location of the pit. The vibes this room gave off were comforting on the surface, but had an undercurrent of apprehension. Like someone was holding thier breath and waiting for something to happen. This place seemed to be a lab of some sort with metal walls, scientific equipment strewn about and a machine in the far wall making large gaping hole that sparked with electricity every so often. His focus snapped back to the pit once he realized there was something moving in it. His other assasins? No. It was a single figure and far too small.

A white haired child floated to the surface of the pit, glowing just as brightly as the waters themselves and his eyes were filled with that God awful green. Instead of enraged he seemed distracted, dazed-as if half caught in a dream. "No, you're not the one." He said blankly, no emotion evident in his voice.

And then everything was black.

Ras Al Ghul stared at the screen, contemplating. A child living in a Lazarus pit? How would that effect the body? Was this child perhaps created by the Lazarus pit? Was that why he could seemingly control it?

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Red Robin looked at the house warily, then back at Jason who was refusing the leave the vehicle they have in. Jason had tried to stop him from leaving it as well but that didn't work out very well for him.

He swears the house welcomed him in. Every door his came across was shut tight and wouldn't budge no matter what he did. The only exceptions were the door to the pink room where he found and retrieved a laptop and the door that lead to the basement were the Pit was most likely to be. Finally resolving to go down there he stood on the stairs as the door slammed shut behind him.

Taking a steadying breath he walked down to investigate the obvious lab, starting with the large hole in the wall. He was careful not to go inside it and get shocked by the electricity sparking in it. He stuck a USB stick into one of the nearby machines and began downloading whatever information was on them when he hard something behind him.

Spinning around he saw nothing. Wandering over to the pit he reached down to collect a sample when a white gloved hand grabbed his wrist from the waters. A figure slowly emerged with white hair and familiar glowing green eyes, "Its you. You're the one from my visions."

Tim only had time to hold his breath as he was dragged under. The...pit creature held his wrists as his legs fused together and formed a tail that was then used to wrap around his own legs, keeping his pinned at the bottom of the pit. During his thrashing he looked over and saw another boy that looked exactly like the one that was drowning him but the outfit and hair was the opposite of the original. It was by staring into the black haired teens glassy blue eyes did he realize what he was looking at.

A corpse.

He was going to die. This guy was going to kill him. It was only after the panic left him along with his breath that the infamous calmness that came with drowning seeped in and he heard what the being had been saying to him, I'm so sorry. I never wanted this. At least I can teach you how to use your powers

Powers?

Yes, so many powers! Flight, intagibility, plasma blasts, telekinesis-

Red Robin wanted to listen more even if to only gain a better grasp on this things abilities but he was fading fast. He was dying.

Soon

Tim didn't know what that meant since he was very clearly dying and just before everything went black he felt a kiss be placed on his forehead.

Thank you

The next think he knew he was waking up to the worst pain he had ever felt in his life. He was being electrocuted. No, he wasn't being killed again he was being resuscitated. He gasped as he sat up hurriedly only to realize he was still in the pit. Oddly enough all the pit water was gone and he and that guys corpse were laying on the dry ground inside of it.

A pained groan from the teenager next to him made him switch gears. He was alive? The boy immediately apologized to him after he came to, but wouldn't say anything other than that he was sorry. He grabbed Tim's wrist and flew them out of the pit. It was then that he noticed all the goo was gone but he didn't have time to question it as the other teenager flew them up and through the ceiling and out the front door. They stood there for a moment, silent while Tim watched the other boy shiver. Probably in shock, he thought. This must have been traumatic for the guy, heck it was for him.

It was then that Jason charged at them, not ran, charged and punched the other guy in the face, "What did you do to him?!"

"I'm sorry!" The other guy cried from his place on the ground.

Red Hood aimed his gun, "What did you do?!"

Tim reached out intending to stop Hood from shooting someone when he noticed his gloves were white instead of black. His heart dropped when he looked down at himself. All his colors were changed. The blacks had become whites, his reds had become a pastel yellow. It reminded him too much of the being from the pit. "What?"

The teen appearently did something Hood didn't like and a shot was fired into his shoulder. The guy cried out before giving one last apology before telling them, "I'm sorry. I was fading. I needed the creation of another to heal myself." He then vanished, leaving Red Robin and Red Hood alone in front of a brick building that was slowly starting to crumble before thier eyes.

No, not just the building. All of them. The whole city was crumbling around them and they needed to get out. Now.

They raced out of there with Red Hood cursing the entire way. RR pouted about needing a charger to start up the laptop seing as it was the only thing they got out of that crapshow of a mission. Hopefully the USB wasn't destroyed and he could access it later though it outside connection he used as a failsafe. He needed to know what was happening, not only with that kid but now himself.

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Regret - Manjiro Sano

Warning: Angst with no comfort, character death, nudity (not sexually), making out, gang violence, unrequited love, use of guns, body mutilation, mentions of torture, falling out of love

Pairing: Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

Word count: 0.7k

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Mikey loved you.

He's always loved you from the day you two faced off during a gang battle between Toman and your gang. He'd never seen someone as resilient or as stubborn as you before, never lowering your head even when you lost to him. Maybe it was your pride that made him want you - despite the humiliating defeat that ended in getting absorbed into Toman, you held yourself with dignity and prided yourself in not giving in to the tempting offer of friendship Mikey tried to extend to you.

Or is it your tough exterior that softened bit by bit with every act of genuine kindness he showed you? Mikey had heard casually from your only friend that you had an unloving home and it just made him want to whisk you away from such an unhappy life. Life came to Mikey when he felt your arms wrapping around his body while saying "thank you, thank you", before going to hug the teddy bear he had gotten for you in your arms.

Or is it the fact you never feared him or what he would become? Not even when he started Kanto Manji gang did you ever stop trying to see him again. You were going on the path of destruction with your eyes wide open, playing with fire when you kissed him for the first time. He was supposed to tell you not to look for him again when he came to your house, but he ended up kissing you back with much vigor and pinning you down on the bed, before attacking you with even more kisses and groping hands.

All the pent up feelings were bared as you two lay on the bed, breathless after making out; you would be by his side no matter what.

He loved you. He loved you so much it hurt both you and him, but it is you who takes the whole brunt of the pain in this relationship.

Because why else is he always the one hurting you? Why is he holding the gun to your head because of one silly rumor? He knows you didn't betray him but why can't he stop himself from ending your life?

"Mikey I didn't do it, I swear." Your voice cracks underneath the pressure of being bound with his gun digging into the back of your head. Sweat and tears mix as they roll down your face, wetting your blindfold and staining the floor of his expensive carpet with wet droplets. "All I do is stay by your side, I would never betray you. I can't betray you, Mikey."

You begging him should have gotten to him, but at this point, he's numb. Mikey knows you're innocent, everyone knows that too, because you live for Mikey. You left everything behind and endured seeing Mikey with multiple women, even to the point of over-hearing sinful moaning sounds when you stood guard in front of his door without shedding a single tear in public. You endured every task he threw at you, every moment where pretended he never knew you, just to be with him.

You endured weeks of torture just to prove your innocence to a man that has condemned you to death. You're stripped naked, bound, two fingers, three toes missing, welts decorating your skin and yet you can still -still call him "Mikey" in that tired tone of yours.

You've endured enough though, Mikey just wants to put an end to your long sufferring.

"Any last words, (name)?"

It's the last nail to your coffin. His voice is devoid of any emotion and he knows that it hurts you with the way your head and shoulders sag weakly. You only flinch when he cocks his gun and presses it to the back of your head forcefully, nudging it forwards. "I'm giving you one more chance to speak since we are old friends." An old friend. Not even his first love or the woman he lost his virginity too, just another old friend of his that has fallen from grace. "I usually don't do this, so be quick."

His words already killed you before you died.

"I'm scared." Your voice was tiny and your lips trembled with fear. "Mikey I'm so scared." You finally got out, fresh tears pouring down your face. "Don't hate me too Mikey, please. Not you too."

"Are you done talking?"

Before you could answer, a loud bang set off and your body fell forwards with a dull thud. It didn't take long for blood to pool around your head and the life in your eyes to go out completely. Mikey tucks his gun back in his holster and steps over your dead body, telling Sanzu to "clean up this mess" before walking out of the door of his office, slamming it shut.

It was bound to happen anyways. Just looking at you made him sick, a constant reminder of what he could have had if he didn't succumb to darkness. Seeing you standing by his side no matter how many horrible things he had done made Mikey sick to his stomach. You shouldn't have stayed with him, you should have just left him alone when he fell in knee deep into sin. He became disgusted by your devotion, the butterflies in his belly turning into pins stabbing his stomach whenever he saw you.

You should have run away when you had the chance.

Mikey knew eventually that he was going to kill you. It was just a matter of when, not why. Even if he let you go, what use would you be to him without a few fingers and toes? Can he even love you again after everyone had seen your nakedness? Won't that spur you to betray him after all the pain he put you through?

He wished he never loved you. Mikey regrets ever loving you in the first place.

Everything with you was a mistake.

"In your next life, (name), hate me."

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