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inexpressiblybeautiful · 4 days

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His name is Robert Fico btw. And it happened in Slovakia too.

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simp-for-fictional-hotties · 3 months

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Hello, I hope this finds you well, may I ask for a Lucifer x reader where they recently got married and are at a performance and an assassin tries to shot reader but failed?

Writing One shot: Lucifer Morningstar ★

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⋆ ★ Character: Lucifer Morningstar

⋆ ★ Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

⋆ ★ Plot: Lucifer x Reader, Recently got married and are at a performance and a assassin tries to shoot the reader but fails.

⋆ ★ Request: @myluckymoon

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✦ You had recently got married to the king of hell. Something you never thought would happen. When you first met him, you thought he’d be the cruelest person in hell.

✦ But you judged a book by its cover and got hit in the face with reality. Lucifer was the silliest yet caring guy you met. That first interaction turned into a second, then a third.

✦ You would think he’s the best person in hell and he clearly thought the same when he got down on one knee and proposed.

✦ You almost thought he would give you a duck shaped ring, but it was a red Diamond ring, only the box he proposed with was duck shaped.

✦ Everyone in hell knows of the proposal. Reaching the ears of many people.

✦ After you both got married, Lucifer wanted to celebrate by going to a performance in the grand theater you had first met him in.

✦ “After you, my love” he opens the door for you, smiling lovingly at you still in a happy love fever after just having the wedding with you.

✦ “Thank you, Luci” You smile back, just as happy as he is. Once inside you both loop arms together and walk to the VIP section that had the best seats.

✦ Soon, the curtains raise and the show begins.

✦ “Aw, It’s the performance that was playing when we first met…” You smile at how endearing this was of your husband.

✦ “Of course, I’d never forget the day when we first met, how you had told me if I was into ducks! Haha!” Lucifer had teasingly reminded.

✦ You get a little flustered at the reminder, you had blurted out your dumb thoughts when you first saw him enthusiastically talked about ducks before the performance started.

✦ “Oh shut up, that never happened” You dismiss causing him to laugh more. Both you and Lucifer’s hands interlock on the seat. Both your rings clinking against each other.

✦ After a few minutes, your attention was on the stage down below. Unaware of your surroundings, unaware of a shark like Sinner in a coat who had a gun pointing at your head from afar.

✦ You pay attention to the performance, ignorant of the sound of a gun clinking, being loaded up.

✦ Bang!

✦ You jump and gasp. The performance keeps going but the audience jumps from the sound as well.

✦ You feel something behind you head, something that trailed down to your neck and back.

✦ “Luci…?” You question. It was Lucifer’s wings that were shielding you from behind. Both soft yet strong.

✦ Strong enough to shield bullets.

✦ “Shit!” The shark Sinner cursed, knowing he fucked up.

✦ “Y/n…” Lucifer stands up, his voice a tone lower than you were used to. A serious expression on his face.

✦ “Are you okay?”

✦ You nod, confused and shocked at the sudden turn of events. “Y-Yes..”

✦ Lucifer turns his attention to the Assassin that looked as if he regretted his stupid decision.

✦ “You try to kill, MY Partner…In my presence…on OUR date!?” His voice slowly turned more Demonic. Pissed that someone tried to shoot the love of his life, and angry that he also ruined their date.

✦ “Fuck! I’m outta here!” The assassin tries to escape, running out of the theater. Lucifer’s angry and cold expression turns into a gentle smile when he turns to you.

✦ “I’m going to deal with a little problem my love and come right back, you stay here okay?” You nod slowly as he gives you a small kiss on the cheek.

✦ “don’t have too much fun without me, I’ll be back in a few minutes!” He flies out of the theater in a blink of an eye. Causing you to sit there alone to just process what just happened. This was your first assassination attempt after all.

✦ Like the saying, the show must go on, the performance continues to play as the audience slowly reverts back to normal and enjoy the show. You sit there, waiting for your husband to return. You look around your surroundings every few moments just in case.

✦ Five minutes go by and Lucifer calmly walks back in, dusting his shoulders off and sitting back down next to you with his usual little smile.

✦ “I hope I didn’t miss too much, dear” he places his hand on yours once again.

✦ You smile back at him, much more calmer now.

✦ “Not too much, It only just began after all” you rest your head on his shoulder. You both look to the stage and continue to watch the performance. You interlock fingers with him and sit contently.

✦ You decide to ignore the small bits of blood on the ends of his sleeves.

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One shot: End.

#Hope you like!#hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #reader #writer #writing #x reader #request #requests open #Assassination attempt #fanfic #fanfiction #Lucifer Morningstar #Lucifer #Married #not proof read

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write-it-motherfuckers · 1 year

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Person A: “Ah shit.”

Person B: “What’s wrong?! It got really noisy all of a sudden!”

Person A: “Oh don’t worry about that, someone’s just trying to kill me again. Give me five minutes and I’ll call you back.”

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slavicbee · 4 days

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This whole situation with Fico is so bizzare to me. While I do not want him to die, he sort of put this on himself with the way he’s been putting blame on anybody but himself. And he had it coming, whether we like it or not.

No person in the Slovak politics is as divisive as he is. Some people blindly worship the ground he walks on, some people relentlessly criticise him, and some people downright hate his guts. True, I have my own grievances with him, and I’d rather not have him anywhere near the amount of power he has. But he does. And he’s been shot.

The repercussions of this are potentially very severe. His already unreasonably high animosity towards the freedom of speech will worsen and the coalition, which, let’s not lie to ourselves, is extremely conservative, corrupt and prone to power trips, can and already is blaming the press, the independent journalists, and the liberal opposition.

They do not see that no normal representative member of the opposition, which is already trying to do everything in its power to gain the trust of the conservative public, would stoop this low, and that a move like this could cost them any ounce of following they have. They do not care. They will say anything, do anything, to push their propaganda to make themselves the victims.

The attack on Fico is a symptom of a larger issue. The parliament had already crumbled under its own pressure before, back when Matovič was the PM. With a historical event like this, I can see it crumbling again, and harder. This government is such a mess that I cannot see it surviving in any productive, healthy way.

At least for the moment, the world is watching. It may not give a shit, we rarely make the international news as it is, but at least for this brief moment, the world has its eyes on us. The government needs to realize that Slovakia is not a closed circle, and that we are a part of a larger picture, and that we are responsible for our future, that they are inscribing themselves into history books, culturing this hostile environment in which the ordinary citizen has to live.

I already predicted that things will get much worse before they get better. I will not be surprised if this is just the beginning.

#ťumbľr #slovakia #Robert Fico #assassination attempt

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gwydionmisha · 6 months

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#Anti-LGBTQIA+ Politicians #Assassination Attempt #Alejo Vidal-Quadras Roca #Spain #News

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musewrangler · 7 days

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And Fox knew what he was about to suggest would be shot down, but he had to say it anyway. Get it out as an option.

“Then the contingency plan seems fairly obvious to me,” he said, keeping his voice detached and steady.

Veers raised an eyebrow at him. “Does it?” he asked dryly.

“Yes, sir. If we know we’re not going to make it out of this, we need to send someone back with the evidence of what has happened here. And given your value to the New Republic, as well as the Admiral and, of course, the Princess, I think you all need to be prepared to leave the fleet. Solo can take you in his…vessel.”

“You don’t think the Ugrisians will want to take prisoners?” Wolffe asked him.

“I think the more salient issue is that Admiral Piett will not wish to surrender to them, vod,” he replied.

“Piett would surrender to avoid the slaughter of thousands,” Veers mused, moving to the caf dispenser and ordering himself black no sugar. “The thing is—-” he sipped and grimaced. “----the thing is, we are fully aware that we are currently the only force between the Cavslans and genocide. Even if they spare us—take us prisoner—-we will see this planet devastated.”

Veers met Fox’s eyes directly.

“And the Admiral will not be persuaded to leave them to it.”

Fox didn’t flinch. He had to make the case just so they were all abundantly clear.

“Then you leave us to it, as I said, General. The senior officers are invaluable to the New Republic. As your security lead, I must urge you to this course of action.”

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 1 month

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Whumpril 2024 - Day 7 - Hesitation

-A huge demon enters the sitcom stage to raucous applause, spreading his arms and grinning at the other actors- GUESS WHO'S BACK AFTER BEING ON OC VACATION, at least now and then yk, I missed Gabe

TWs: attempted murder/assassination, threats, brief and vague reference to noncon by whumpee, blood, blades

“Please–” Gabriel watched the angel in front of him tremble. She clasped her hands in front of herself, brilliant purple eyes fixed on the bright cerulean soul in his hand. “Please, Prince Gabriel, don't do this.”

Gabriel sneered, rolling the little soul around in his palm, feeling the magical sparks against his skin. “Why?” He walked closer, idly toying with one sword he'd taken. His foot came to rest on the blade of the other. “You tried to kill me in my own home. Give me a reason to spare two assassins.”

She winced back, mouth gaping as she struggled for a reason. Gabriel laughed and dropped the blade with a clatter, bringing the soul up to his mouth. He rolled the marble into his mouth, holding it between his teeth. Everyone who knew of Gabriel Rivas, Demon Prince of the Wrathful Chase also knew how he liked to dispatch the souls of his enemies.

She dropped to her knees, tears springing from her eyes. Sobbing, she scrambled forward, desperately grabbing at the sheer silks he was wrapped in. “No, not him, not Alistair, he's all I have–”

Something in how her voice broke, in how her watery purple eyes looked up at him with such desperation, made Gabriel pause. Suddenly the soul didn't feel as satisfying to have in his mouth. He pulled the soul away from his teeth with a sigh, brows furrowed.

“Hmm.” He thought for a moment, before grinning again. “Alright, alright. I'll make you a deal.”

She pressed her hands to her mouth and sat back on her heels, looking up at him with a frantic nod. She reached to his silks again, feeling at his hips, starting to tug the fabric away from his skin. “Anything, anything at all, sir, whatever you want I'll–”

Gabriel felt his grin drop away as his stomach rolled. He stepped back, reaching a hand up sharply. “Quiet. Don't touch me. I don't want–not that.”

He took a deep breath, golden eyes lingering on the intact halo that hovered above her head. It matched her eyes perfectly. Her cloudy, dark grey wings shivered behind her back, pulled as tightly against her as possible. Messy black hair framed her face. Her arms wrapped around herself, like she might fall apart if she didn't.

“if you can survive out there for forty-eight hours then you're free to go.” He motioned to the window, to the clogged, labyrinthine streets that lay far below his uncanny skyscraper. The screams and howls of the hunted couldn't be heard this far up. “You won't be able to fly. My demons will be hunting you the whole time. But if you can do it, you get to leave. Both of you. He'll stay in my possession until then.”

She swallowed hard and nodded. “Okay. I, yes. Yes, I accept. And if I don’t, you’ll kill us.”

“Give me your name." Gabriel said with a nod, offering a hand out to her. She grasped it. When he helped her to her feet, she seemed to barely weigh as much as Throl.

“Felicia.”

“Go on Felicia, you have a fifteen minute start time.”

Gabriel didn’t know how he felt, watching her disappear into the elevator, shoulders squared.

As the doors closed, he shifted again and a sharp pain raced up his leg. Glancing down, the sword blade he’d stepped on before had bitten into him. Curiosity spiking, he lifted it to examine the sole of his foot. Golden blood started to languidly ooze, but there was no burning. He wasn’t being immolated by holy magic. He curiously looked to the other, and realized that it didn’t smell holy either–that had been the angel.

Neither one of these blades could have killed him.

“Huh. Well, Alistair. Guess things are a little more complicated than I thought. Let’s just see how Felicia does while I think about where to go next.”

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday7 #day 7 #hesitation #the original sin #original sin #gdi one of these will work for gabe #angel whumpee #demon whumper #blood #blades #attempted murder whump #noncon referenced #it's super brief and nongraphic and also referenced by the whumpee #assassination attempt

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stairnaheireann · 1 month

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#OTD in 1926 – Dublin-born, Violet Albina Gibson, daughter of Lord Ashbourne, shot Benito Mussolini in Rome on this date.

Italian Fascist leader, Benito Mussolini, had just given a speech in Rome to the International Congress of Surgeons when a bullet nearly ended his life. After Mussolini finished his speech praising modern medicine, he walked to his car. At the time, no one noticed Violet Gibson, a small Irish woman with a long history of mental illness, standing among the crowd, just feet from Mussolini. Once…

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#Assassination Attempt #Benito Mussolini #Britain #Dublin #Giovinezza #International Congress of Surgeons #Ireland #Irish-Italian History #Italian Fascist #Leader #Lord Ashbourne #National Fascist Party’s official hymn #Nose #Revolver #Shooting #Violet Albina Gibson

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laurikarauchscat · 6 months

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worry

Assassination attempts in the Imperial Palace are quite commonplace.

They would usually be followed by his staff clucking about him a touch more concerned than usual for a day or two, and perhaps Vattier would throw a couple of tantrums about his heirless rule, or the failings in his choice of guard.

It is only after Cirilla and her Witcher joins him in Nilfgaard that he experiences what it is like to have people truly be relieved he lives to breathe another day.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 months

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In Her Time of Need ~Elizabeth Keane xFem Reader

Summary— [SPOILERS] After the assassination attempt on Keane’s life is the season 6 finale, Carrie and Elizabeth have to find somewhere to hide out. Reader is off the books and one of Elizabeth’s closest confidants. Basically a little fic about the after effects of the assassination.

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Warnings: SPOILERS, implied assassination attempt, near death experience, trauma, anxiety, angst, comforting, physical comforting, safe house, happy fluff ending, etc.

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The rap on the door was succinct and concise.

“Hi I’m Carrie, we haven’t met. I’m sorry, this is such short notice, we didn’t know where else to go—”

In front of you on your doorstep stood blonde, the one who spoke, and behind her cowered what you could make out to be Elizabeth.

“Of course, come in come in.”

You hurried the two women through the threshold of your brownstone, quickly shutting the door behind them. You guided them into your kitchen, swiftly grabbing a couple glasses of water and handing them over to the two ragged women. They accepted the drinks with silent nods and grateful hearts.

“I heard what happened over the television. I immediately called my contacts but no one had heard from you. They thought…” you rambled.

“The hit came from within the company. That’s why. No one knows.” Carrie breathed out, anxiously brushing her hair behind her face.

Elizabeth fidgeted with her glass, her gaze not meeting yours. You pursed your lips and nodded towards the blonde. Your gaze traveled back to the brunette, sympathetic and caring for the woman who seemed to be carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

“I see. Well you’re both welcome to stay here as long as you need. Elizabeth knows this is an unsanctioned, off the books safe house. That’s how I assumed you found me.”

“Completely off the books…?”

You pursed your lips once more and nodded. Carrie sighed in relief and nodded eagerly back.

“Good good.”

Silence took the room. It gave you the chance to finally hear Elizabeth’s shallow and erratic breathing. Her lip was trembling and you could tell she was as struggling to stay standing. It broke your heart. You rounded the kitchen island over to the brunette, placing a light hand on the back of her right shoulder.

“Hey.”

Elizabeth jolted upright a little at the touch. But she quickly leaned closer to your warmth, spooning your figure with her back frame.

“Hi” she choked out, as she fought back tears.

You sighed. Carrie shuffled her feet, feeling a little out of place in the now very domestic feeling kitchen. You took note of her discomfort, turning your gaze up and to the blonde.

“Up the stairs, first door to the left is yours. Standard guest bedroom, everything you’ll need is there.”

Carrie nodded swiftly.

“Thank you. Really.” She said before scurrying up the stairs.

Once the two of you were alone, Elizabeth finally let her eyes close even if it was just for a moment. She let out a pain staking, shuttering sigh. You could feel her trembling increasing, so you took her and your glasses and placed them on the counter for better stability.

And just as you came back to her, the woman’s knees buckled. You swiftly pulled Elizabeth into your arms, saving her from slamming into the ground. She would have protested about her being a strong, independent woman and being able to handle herself, but not today. Today she needed you. She needed to be taken care of. And there was nothing wrong with that.

“How about a bath, hmmmm sweetheart?” You hummed softly.

Elizabeth nodded slowly, curling her face into your chest as the tears began to stream down her face. You nodded and carried her upstairs and into the main bathroom. Running the water, you helped strip her of her tattered clothing, putting it aside, and then helping her into the partially filled tub.

The brunette curled into her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs, cradling herself in the tub, her head tucked into her knees. Your hand gently caressed her upper back. As you pulled away to give her some space, Elizabeth’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you nearly into the tub with her.

“You want me to join you…?” You gently asked.

Elizabeth finally looked you in the eye for the first time, her eyes glossy and overwhelmed with tears. Her lips trembled even harder as she nodded shakily. She let go of your wrist.

“P-please…”

You immediately nodded, standing up fully and stripping down all of your clothing, throwing them aside to deal with later. You then carefully entered the large bathtub, sitting behind Elizabeth and wrapping your legs around her from either side so that she was in between and could lean back on your chest.

The water was now warm and the tub filled, so you turned the tap off. Elizabeth immediately took the hint and curled up on your chest. Her left cheek rested on your sternum, her hands on the expanse of your left chest. She took another shuttering breath. But this one was a little calmer. Even though you could feel her heart racing on top of you, you also felt her starting to relax a little bit more.

It was silent for a while after that.

“I—I’m sorry…” she stammered in a whisper, finally bringing sound back into the room.

“Hey. No apologies… If you want, we can talk about this in the morning. Tonight, you just rest. Understand?” You cooed gently.

Elizabeth nodded. And before long, you heard the woman dozing off on your chest.

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Elizabeth Keane Masterlist ~Coming Soon (;

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newyorkthegoldenage · 2 years

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Dr. Martin Luther King and his wife Coretta are smiling and cheerful during their interview at Harlem Hospital on September 30, 1958, as King recovers from a near-fatal stabbing ten days earlier at a book signing in Harlem.

Photo: Al Pucci for the NY Daily News

#New York #NYC #vintage New York #1950s #Al Pucci #Martin Luther King #Coretta Scott King #assassination #assassination attempt #hospital #Harlem Hospital #September 30 #Sept. 30 #Harlem

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aussiepineapple1st · 1 year

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I have a chreon fic (or drawing) request if you are accepting oh Lord of Angst <3

What if Leon gets attacked (an attempted assassination?) in his own home while Chris is on his way there, but the attacker hears him coming and leaves before finishing the job. Cue a panicking Chris, a dying Leon, and a frantic ride to the hospital. (With a happy ending please 🥺🥺)

*cracks fingers and rubs hands together* Your Lord is accepting of this request my little Llama.

Assassination

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Words: 1,459 Contains: Blood, Attempted Assassination, Angst, Whump, Death?

Leon keeps checking the time on his watch, flicking up his left wrist he adjusts the leather strap with his right hand. Both hands dropping back to his lap sitting in a lounge, Chris was late.

Dinner was keeping warm on the still hot stove, only just been turned off, but Leon didn't want to eat without Chris. There was a slight rustling he hears from outside the window to his left, causing him to stand from the lounge. He didn't have time to even think when a silenced pistol shoots a round into Leon's left shoulder blade.

"AH!" An assassination! Leon drops to his knees and rolls behind the lounge he was sitting on, holding the exit wound on his left peck. Almost got his heart, too high though.

Leon didn't have a weapon around him right now, searching for potential candidates the window smashes as the assassin enters the house. He knew exactly where Leon was as he hadn't left from behind the lounge yet. Keeping his ears open he listens for every delicately placed foot on the wooden flooring, one of the main reasons Leon and Chris had carpet removed and wood installed.

Shuffling around the lounge opposite to where the assassin was, he could make his way to a pair of boots he had removed at the back of the lounge. It wasn't the best, but 2 heavy boots to the head would be enough for him to at least run to the hallway. He silently takes one boot in each hand and peaks his head up, the pistol immediately sighting him and he ducks for the round to skim the top of the lounge. He knew where they were now.

Throwing one boot over the lounge he makes a run for it as the assassin is stunned. Sprinting towards the hallway he throws the second boot so the assassin doesn't have time to shoot. A hasty round does take out the plaster on the corner of the wall as Leon disappeared behind it, bullet going through the wooden door to an office.

The assassin takes off running after Leon, getting a shot in once again. This bullet goes straight through Leon's right calf. Crumpling to the ground he manages to reach for a gun still left out on the dresser as the Assassin enters the room.

This time it was Leon's turn to shoot, the Assassin seeing the weapon aimed at him drops like a sack of potatoes, the round going through the ceiling. Having now taken out a knife the masked assassin stabs the blade into Leon's right shin, causing Leon to shout out in agony once again. His reaction was to kick the hand and blade away rather than shooting. He could have had a clear shot at the assassin's head, but zombie instinct had kicked in with wanting to get them away from him first before shooting. He never really dealt with living, cognitive humans, let alone an assassin who seemed to be very good at his job.

In this short time of Leon kicking away the assassin's hand his own weapon was kicked from his grip, the leg of the assassin swinging around at great speed. Grabbing their ankle with his other hand as it came around, Leon throws the leg of the assassin up causing them to roll on their back. He grabs his weapon and the Assassin's, running into the ensuite and locking the door. He drops the magazine out from both weapons, both empty. SHIT!

Leon reaches to his phone in his pocket as he tried his best to call Chris, the door to the bathroom slams open as the assassin rams through. Leon in the way was taken out by the momentum of the body barrelling through the doorway. Pushed into the glass wall of the shower it smashes, the assassin gaining composure and sinking his knife into Leon's right side. Great, there goes a kidney.

Leon being stunned could only shout out in pain and throw fists up at the Assassin, the first swing connecting to his jaw. Pushing the assassin back off him he kicks him away.

Hearing a sound coming from the front door the Assassin turns his head and stands up, darn, he couldn't finish the job. With a last attempt he throws his knife at Leon, it sinking into his chest. The shout was enough to draw the attention on whoever had just entered the house so he sprints towards the window in the bedroom and exits the house.

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Chris closed the door to his car, walking up to the house he saw the lights were still on, Leon was probably angry he was late for dinner. It wasn't like he could help it though, work had been swamping him lately. Putting his key in the door he unlocks and opens the front door.

"Leon I'm h-" Chris spots boots on the ground, his eyes then drawn to the blood splatter on the coffee table and ground. He hears Leon shout out in agony from down the hallway, the ring of his voice sounded like he was in a bathroom. Then the smash of a window. The Bedroom!

Chris sprints down the hall, taking out his pistol from the holster on his right leg and aims it towards the now smashed window. Whoever it was, they were gone. His eyes look down at the blood pooled on the wooden floorboards, following the droplets to the ensuite, the door had been smashed in.

Running to the threshold his heart stops, Leon was on his back, covered in glass from the shower, bloodied with a knife stuck in his chest. "LEE!" He calls out and rushed to Leon's left side, falling to the knee guards he was still wearing.

Leon opens his eyes and gives Chris a cocky smirk, blood spilling from his mouth. "You're late... Dinner's going cold."

"Forget about the dinner I need to get you to a hospital." He says trying to find the best way to pick Leon up. In the end he just scoops his husband up in his arms and carried him through the house. The front door was still open, walking through he hooks his foot and pulls the door shut. Racing down the stairs of the porch he awkwardly opens the front passenger side of the car and sets Leon in the seat.

Making sure to be careful of the knife sticking out of his chest Chris puts the seatbelt around Leon and lays the seat back slightly, still sitting but partially laid back. "Keep pressure on your side."

"I know..." Chris closed the door and rushing around to the driver's side.

Searching for the keys to the car he couldn't find them. "Shit." He must have dropped them inside when he saw what had gone down. Running to the front door he saw his keys still in the handle, he hadn't even removed them from the lock.

Pulling the keys from the handle he then takes off back to his car and hops in starting the car. Chris looks to Leon as he turns on the engine, Leon's hand was loose over his wound, no pressure being held on it at all. His head turned away from Chris, his fringe cover his face. "Leon?" He calls waiting for a response as he starts speeding out of the long gravel driveway.

No response. This send a pang of fear straight through his torso, starting at the base of his stomach. "Leon, Wake Up!" His voice cracked, the amount of panic he was experiencing right now was unreal. But he keeps focused, calling the hospital to say he was coming to the emergency drop off.

Chris kept an eye on Leon, checking on him every few seconds. Still not moving, not a single muscle. Leon's hand did slip from his stomach to his lap while turning a corner, but that was all.

Arriving at the hospital he was met by nurses and doctors of the like, he runs around to Leon's side and opens the door. Removing his seatbelt and pulling him from the vehicle, Chris placed Leon on the bed provided.

He hadn't noticed the tears falling down his face until he entered the hospital, a nurse stopping him with a hand on his chest and a box of tissues in hand. Chris stands there watching his husband being wheeled away, his legs loosing all strength as he collapsed to the ground. The nurse who was standing in front of him now had an arm around his back as she called for assistance with the distraught man.

Chris had his face in his hands, letting all his fear a worry out now as he cried.

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#angst #whump #chreon #chris x leon #leon x chris #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #chris redfield #biohazard #resident evil #fanfic #assassination #assassination attempt #blood #fighting #request #death?

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rosealiceroyal · 8 months

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"Do try to make a good impression tonight,” Henry mutters under his breath.

Alex’s jaw clenches just for a moment before he wills himself to relax. “Only if you try to get that stick out of your ass.”

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After two months - two dreadfully long, boring months - of being married to a man that seemingly does not want anything to do with him, Alex gets a tip that his husband is going to be the target of an assassination attempt. He deals with it about as well as you'd expect him to.

ft: light whump, rash decisions, and sex in a bath tub.

Language: English Words: 8,833 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 68 Kudos: 866 Bookmarks: 155 Hits: 8,716

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #firstprince #june claremont diaz #pez okonjo #rafael luna #historical au #arranged marriage au #bickering #enemies to lovers #assassination attempt #angst #lack of communication #pinning #yearning

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empirearchives · 1 year

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One of the guys that tried to kill Napoleon was his former teacher 💀

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slavicbee · 4 days

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The Assassination Attempt On Robert Fico, The Slovak Prime Minister

There is a lot of information going around in the media, since the situation is unfolding. I will attempt to cover the most important details for those who are interested.

Firstly, here is an English article (from BBC) so that you can read more about what unfolded. According to this article, at least three shots could be heard. Robert Fico, the PM, was wounded in the chest area, grabbed by his three security guards and escorted into his car. He was transported to the hospital via a helicopter.

The Attempt happened after a congress meeting in the city of Handlová roughly around 4PM local time. You may read more about the congress here: (Aktuality.sk)

Zuzana Čaputová, Peter Pellegrini, Petr Pavel, Andrej Danko, Juraj Blanár, Michal Šimečka, Igor Matovič, and some other factions, have already given their statement condemning the attack. (Aktuality.sk) Also, here is Petr Fiala and here is Olav Scholz, and here are the Polish political leaders.

Also, Andrej Danko, the vice minister of the Slovak Parliament, is currently blaming the Slovak liberal opposition. (Aktuality.sk) Additionally, the coalition as a whole blames the media and polarised population as a potential reason why this took place.

He is currently in a potentially life-threatening condition.

This article (Aktuality.sk) provides some pictures from around the time of the attempt. This article (Aktuality.sk) provides some video footage. View at your own discretion.

The police suspects a 71-year old man from the city of Levice, who was in legal possession of a firearm. (Aktuality.sk)

I will try to update when I get my hands on some more English sources.

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will we ever see Shae's perspective when Mc died? I like angst, and seeing their reaction when mc died taking the blow for them (persumably, the description said Monarch's Assasination) is going to be absolutely delicious

You will definitely see the night that the MC was killed. I actually have a few plans for it right now, but I don’t want to spoil anything. It may end up being in Shae’s PoV, but if it ends up not being so? I’ll make a separate thing where you can see that night through Shae’s eyes regardless.

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