I write fanfiction based off of MCR, BVB, and FOB music video Characters, I do not write about the actual people in the band. Examples of the characters I write for are Party Poison, the Black Parade characters, or specific music video personas.
Rules for requesting:
No Way brother shipping,
No B*b even being mentioned in a request,
No racism,
No homophobia,
No ableism,
No asking me to write for the real people,
I will write x readers but they will be in character for whatever music video you choose,
some of the character personalities (the black parade or Revenge characters) will be mostly based off of my own interpretation due to the lack of personality defining content we got of each character.
Failure to follow the rules will result in deletion of the request and in worst case being blocked.
I’ve just checked your rules and the request post you made with all the quotes so I was wondering if you could write a party poison x reader with the prompts- ‘How long have you been covering this’ and ‘If I survive can I go home’. I was thinking the fic could go like, they find the hurt reader and take them to the diner but they’re stubborn and want to go home and they have an injury that they discover later on and then hopefully the reader stays with them. Or not, you can take it in whichever direction you want, I just thought that’d be a suitable story for it :)
genre: fluff to angst and back to fluff
Pairing: Party Poison x unspecified! reader,
Pov: Party Poison
Title: Define Home
Killjoy Name Used: Sky Hawk (feel free to replace if you want)
Note: I took the prompts, slightly different story then you asked for.
It happened super quickly. Someone, just outside of the diner, took out nine or ten draculoids on their own. I reached for my gun, but the last draculoid had fallen before I even stepped outside. I wanted to speak, asked who taught them to shoot, but my voice betrayed me. Though the look on my face must have given it away.
“I’m Sky Hawk, from a small group of Killjoys next to the wall,” they pointed in the direction of Battery city, “the Animalistic Killjoys.”
“Party Poison, I’m the leader of the Fabulous Killjoys” I reached to shake their hand, “how’d you end up out here?”
“Was on a part run, my brother’s bike broke and needed a gasket,” they leaned against their own bike, “ran into these guys and got chased all the way out here, which zone is this?”
“Thirteen.”
“Holy shit,” they let out a dry laugh, “oh man, Snakeskin is gonna kill me.”
“Listen, Killjoys are meant to help each other,” I shifted on my feet, “why not stay a while, your bike looks pretty roughed up, my brother could fix it for you.”
“I can’t ask you to do that,” they took a shaky breath in.
“I insist, come in,” I motioned them to come inside, surprised when they did.
A little over a week later and it had already felt like Sky Hawk was one of us. And though I would never say it out loud, I found them attractive. They were tough, resilient, and actually listened to me. The boys got along with them great too, Kobra was happy to have something to work on, Jet was glad they were able to contain their stupid, that they only let out when Ghoul was around.
“Hey! I know you’re in there! I see your bike!” I loud booming voice was followed by pounding on the door.
“That would be my brother, took him long enough to come looking,” they rolled their eyes, “You could also peak in through the window dipshit!”
He threw open the door and grabbed Sky Hawk by the wrist.
“We have been looking for you for 24 hours! You scared us shitless!” My face twisted at his statement.
“Only 24 hours?” I growled lowly, not letting him walk out the door with what I would consider a new member of our team at this point.
“That’s all they’ve been gone,” Hawk’s brother raised an eyebrow.
“They’ve been here for the past week and a half,” My anger grew every second that the man in front of me struggled to find an excuse.
“He’s never paid much attention to me, it’s fine,” Hawk defended him.
“No, the fuck it isn’t,” Jet stood quickly, his height easily freaking the brother out.
“Fine, then what do I tell Snakeskin?” Hawk’s brother raised his voice.
“Tell her I’m not an animalistic anymore, I’m part of the fabulous,” they snapped, “now let me go.”
He left, stomping his feet and slamming the door. I sighed, almost missing the way Sky Hawk clutched their side and limped back to where they were sitting.
“How long have you been covering this?” I wasn’t even aware that I was the one speaking until Hawk froze and everyone else looked at me funny.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” they murmured.
“Lift your shirt then,” they knew they were stuck, lifting their shirt just enough to show a bullet wound, it had scabbed over, but looked severely infected. It was dead silent for a few moments.
“Kobra, Ghoul, leave the room, Jet, I trust you to fix this,” I attempted to keep my face stoic, trying to ignore the drop in my stomach.
Jet nodded as I followed the other two men out of the room.
“It kills you doesn’t it,” my brother whispered, catching ghoul’s attention anyway.
“What do you mean?” I grit my teeth.
“Seeing someone you care for so deeply be hurt so badly and they didn’t tell you,” he elaborated, “you’ve never been good at keeping yourself from falling hard.”
A little while later, Jet came and got me from my room.
“They want to talk to you,” was all he said before walking out. I slowly made my way to the room we had set up for them.
“Hey,” their eyes were red, “’m sorry I didn’t tell ya.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I wanted to go home, but,” they let out a sharp breath, “clearly they didn’t care, and then you guys did and-”
“Hey, it’s-” I reached for them, backing out last second, “you’re okay, just, tell me next time you’re hurt.”
I didn’t realise how close I was to them until they reached for my hand.
“Please stay with me,” they weren’t looking at me, but I nodded anyway, sitting next to them on their bed. They leaned into me carefully and squeezed their eyes shut. Not taking long before falling asleep.
thought that since I haven't been getting many requests lately I would post a link to my rules and a miscellaneous list of prompts to request with, these aren't numbered so you will have to quote them because I am not counting them.
"Fuck," he huffed, collapsing next to me, trying to catch his breath. Sweat dropped down every muscle, if was a gorgeous sight. I reached up to grab his hand, earning a small smile from him.
"Hey," he breathed out, turning to look at me.
"Hey," I whispered back, out breathe mixing in the small space between us.
"You should rest," he pulled me closer, throwing the blanket over us haphazardly.
"You're one to talk," I giggle a little, he was always busy, it had been months since we had been able to lay here like this, with our legs tangled and our arms wrapped around each other.
"Go to bed," the vibration of his chest paired with his slow breathing lulled me closer to sleep.
"I love you," I mumble before curling up into his chest, not waiting for a response but knowing I got one before falling completely alseep.
Warning: Cussing, blood, mentions of violence, normal killjoy things,
Summary: Reader recently ran away from battery city, but was shit on the way out, Jet-Star finds them just in time to help them.
Album/Music video: Danger Days
"Shit, shit shit shit," I cursed, holding on to the wound as tight as I could. I dropped to my knees as my vision started going blurry. I heard an engine coming closer before I blacked out. I coul hear voices the entire time.
"Think you can save em Jet?" A male voice asked.
"I would be able to do it quicker if you weren't over my shoulder while I stitched this up," another male voice came from directly above me.
"Would suck if they died, they're kinda cute," the first voice rang out again.
"Shut up and let Jet work, Ghoul," a third voice rang.
Some time later I woke up in what looked like a bedroom. I winced as I sat up, hearing the door close.
"Your awake," the man in the doorway, the second voice from earlier, stated bluntly.
"Yeah," I winced at the scratchiness of my throat, "how long was I out?"
"Almost a week, we didn't think you were gonna make it much longer," he moved a couple steps closer to me.
"Who are you, exactly?" I asked while he changed my bandages a few moments later.
"Jet-Star, just call me Jet," the name sounded familiar but I wasn't able to place it in time before chaos rang through the main room. A loud bang followed by yelling.
"Ghoul!" The third voice from a week prior yelled. Jet sighed and stood, motioning for me to stay here while he went and dealt with it.
A few moments passed before I heard Jet yelling after Ghoul and a short, dark haired male burst into the room. We made eye contact for a few seconds before his face split into a wide grin. Jet's curly hair came into view before the rest of his face did, and when I could clearly see his eye patch the man was grabbed by the collar and pulled back.
"Does she need something to drink?" Another male voice I hadn't heard before spoke.
"Yeah, get her some water," Jet called back before quietly scolding the man in front of him. I could only assume it was 'Ghoul' that everyone was yelling at.
"The name's Fun Ghoul," the man confirmed as I continued to stare at him. It suddenly clicked why the names sounded so familiar, they had been on the news several times.
"Do you got a name?" Party Poison came in with a bottle of water.
"Like, a killjoy name?"
"Yeah," he answered and I took the water bottle gratefully.
"I haven't thought about it," I chugged half the thing before continuing, "I've been unconscious most of the time I've been outside of Battery City."
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Months later, the boys had helped me find who I wanted to be and helped me come up with k/j/n. Jet and I had a special bond though, we've never talked about it, but everyone knew it was there.
"I still don't think it's healthy," Kobra said. I had originally gone to complain about how Jet was looking at some of the girls at the gas station, but that had spiraled into the complicated relationship that sat between me and Jet.
"I know, I know," I waved him off, "you aren't the first person to say that. I just don't want to fuck it up like he-"
Kobra stopped what he had been doing to the car and stared at me through his sunglasses.
"like he what?" Kobra questioned, his eyebrows furrowing.
"A few weeks ago Jet wrecked my shit," Kobra's mouth flew open, "that one day where the rest of you went out for a ride and we offered to stay."
I regretted saying it as soon as I did, knowing that Kobra couldn't keep anything from his brother, who couldn't keep it from his best friend.
"Don't tell anyone until I talk to Jet," I pleaded.
"You'll talk to Jet?"
"Yes, fine I'll do it now," I surrendered before going inside. I made a beeline straight for Jet's door and knocked.
His door swung open to reveal his curly mop sticking up everywhere.
"Hey, um, we need to talk," I tried to calm my beating heart.
"About what?" He leaned against his doorframe. I looked around the hallway, taking a breath of relief to watch Party and Ghoul go outside.
"When you saved my life all those months ago you said that you didn't think I would make it," I avoided the subject I originally wanted to talk about, "why did you try to save me anyway?"
"I don't know," he shrugged.
"Bullshit."
"Excuse me?" He raised his eyebrow.
"I call bullshit," I flung my arms out.
"What do you want me to say? I've loved you since day one?" He yelled back.
"What?" I hushed my tone.
"Nothing," he went to shut his door, but I jammed it with my foot.
"This isn't what I wanted to talk about," I cursed myself, "I wanted to talk about the day we acted upon our unspoken feelings."
"Why can't they stay the way," Jet learned his head on the door, "unspoken."
"Because it's killing me Jet! I know how I feel about you, and it kills me knowing you feel the same way but flirt with people. I want to be yours," I was barely whispering by the end, but I knew he heard me. He swung open his door fully again and pulled me into his chest. Holding me tightly and kissing the top of my head.
"Then you can be mine," he whispered, "as long as I'm yours."
Summary: After he helped take down the giant and was returned to his cell, a goddess shows up to vail him out.
When she arrived he believed he had been dreaming. She appeared in front of him in his dark cell, the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, out of a glowing white light. No words were spoken at first, the girl just sat there looking at him as if he was the world to her.
"Who are you," he eventually croaked.
"Y/n," the woman answered plainly, "nice to finally meet you, Patrick."
He sat up straighter at the use of Y/n's name. He was sure he was dreaming now, a literal goddess just appeared in front of him and knew his name.
"Don't be alarmed," her face changed when she sensed his mood shift, "I am here to help you escape."
"Why?"
"I have watched you for a long time," she reached her hands out and took his in her own, "I know every part of you, and I fell in love with all of it, and I wish to take you away with me."
"And you'll protect me?"
"For centuries," she whispered, before they both disappeared in a blinding light.
Summary: Waking up in the arms of your boyfriend, the Prophet, for the first time in forever.
Music Video/Album: Wretched and Divine,
I stirred lightly to the feeling of someone running their fingers through my hair. As my eyes fluttered they fell upon a pair of blue ones staring back at me. It was rare that I could wake up and he would be here, it felt like months since the last time it happened.
"Good morning, Beautiful," his deep voice only lowered by the lack of use. It pulled me in as I curled back up into his chest, feeling it vibrate when he chuckled. I looked back up at him, his fingers still playing with the ends of my hair.
"Good morning," I offered with a kiss, which he accepted gladly with a smile. I continued to relish in the feeling of his arms wrapped around me so protectively.
"Proph!" the Destroyer knocked on the door, "we're gonna start playing a game in here while we have time!"
"Give me a bit," he called back, covering my ears slightly to muffle the early morning noises, "I'm gonna lay in here for a bit!"
"You don't have too," I protested quietly.
"I spent way too much time with them," he chuckled, "they get on my nerves sometimes, but you, I could never get sick of you."
He punctuated his last sentence with a kiss, soft and sweet, and passionate. Everything we had been missing in the past months.
Warnings: cussing, Reader and Fun Ghoul being assholes to Kobra Kid, snake,
Summary: Reader and Fun Ghoul put a (non-lethal) snake they found in Kobra Kid's bed.
K/J/N = killjoy name,
Music video/album: Danger Days
"You sure this snake won't kill him?" Fun Ghoul asked as we snuck into Kobra Kid's room.
"I'm sure, Ghouly," I quickly stuffed it under his covers and we ran out of the room giggling, "it's not a venomous snake and it's only like two inches long so it can't choke him."
We sat in Ghouls room next door and waited. Kobra had gone out with Party earlier for some brotherly bonding time as Party put it. I was half asleep on Ghouls lap when I heard the front door to the diner open and close.
"OH FUCK!" Kobra yelled not too long after, causing Ghoul and I to laugh maybe a little too loudly, "YOU LITTLE SHITS!"
He came storming into the room, Fun Ghoul and I were laughing on the floor. He lifted the snake in front of our faces, yelling something at us, but we were too distracted to care.
"Just throw it back outside and go to bed like the rest of us," Jet yelled from his room. Kobra flipped us off before leaving us alone. I crawled back into his bed, the small man following after with a yawn.
Warnings: cussing, fire, mentions of violence, rebellion, blood,
Summary: The Mystic finds reader completely alone and nearly dead out in the desert and offers to take them back to camp with him.
The stinging in my side did nothing to distract from my thirst as I crawled under a rock in hopes of some shade. Once I was sitting comfortably against the rock I focused my attention to the wound. Blood seeped through the dark clothing I had been wearing for days now. I forced my head up, looking at the rock above me in hopes to distract from the pain. I tried to force myself to stay awake, focusing on the approaching footsteps. It wasn't until the footsteps stopped next to me that it clicked that someone was there. I forced myself to look at them, squinting at the sun behind them.
"Are you alright?" The voice was quiet and gentle as the man reached for my wound.
"Fine," my voice was scratchy, the man didn't believe me as he made eye contact. Beautiful blue eyes bore into my own, searching for their own truth. He almost had me in a trance until his fingers came in contact with my open wound.
"Ah, fuck," I winced and pulled away. He retracted his fingers with a barely audible apology.
"I could cauterized it for you," he watched the blood further soak my clothes, "make the blood stop."
"You got a lighter? I'll do it myself," I grunted, going wide-eyed when I watched his hand magically set on fire. That's when it clicked who he was, the Mystic, one of the wild ones that F.E.A.R taught to be afraid of. I watched him carefully close the wound without burning my skin.
"I know who you are," I swallowed around nothing.
"Is it a problem," he offered me his canteen.
"No," I took it gratefully, offering him a small smile, "what are you doing out here."
"The Prophet told me to come looking, said someone important to the revolution would be waiting to be found."
"And you're sure it's me?" I raised my eye brows.
"I don't see anyone else within 50 miles," he motioned to the emptyness in front of us, finally taking a seat next me, "of course you don't have to come to camp with me "
"and die out here in the heat?" I sassed, "no thanks, I'll come with."
He smiled lightly looking back into my eyes. He told me to rest and that when I was ready we would start the journey back. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to rest on his shoulder, missing the bright red that now coated his cheeks.
Summary: On a run with Party Poison you find a small child crying alone in the middle of the desert.
"Party," I tapped my boyfriend, successfully gaining his attention.
"What is it?" His gaze focused from the road to me and back.
"What is that?" I pointed to a small figure sitting by a cactus.
"Probably either a rock or a draculoid," he glanced at it quickly, before slamming on the break. I looked back at the figure to see it stand.
"Is that a child," I exclaimed, before noticing it was running towards us. Party gave me a look of confirmation when I noticed the draculoid chasing it. I pulled my blasta from my belt and jumped out of the car, quickly moving my self in between the child and shooting.
Party behind me caught the child looking at me for help. I nodded and crouched next to the small thing. The clothes they wore were tattered and falling off and their face was covered in mud.
"What are you doing out here all alone?" I asked, "where are your parents?"
"Dead," the feminine voice spoke softly, tears started falling down her face and onto the ground.
"Shhh, hey, it's okay," I pulled her in gently for a hug, "we can't leave her here Party."
"We're teenagers, how are we supposed to take care of her?" Party looked at the child worriedly, face twisting into one of defeat at the sight of my puppy dog eyes.
"C'mon Pumpkin, let's go get you cleaned up and taken care of," I placed her into the backseat with a smile, pulling out a radio to let the others know to set up another bed.
Warnings: Cussing, mention of death, mention of war and PTSD,
Summary: The Black Parade almost never sleeps, when they do get the chance to lay down with their partners for a little while the soldier of the Black Parade is reminded of his time in life.
Word Count: about 160, she's a shorty but a sweety,
He was thrashing around in his sleep again, tossing and turning, that's what woke me up.
"Mikey? Mikey, wake up," I whispered, gently shaking him awake. When his eyes finally fluttered open they scanned the room quickly, falling on me gently.
His hair was plastered to his forehead and he was breathing heavily. The second his eyes met mine he pulled me into his bare chest, attempting to slow his breathing. I listened to his undead heart as it beat unsteadily, slowing down to a near zero pulse once again.
"You're alright, Mikey," I traced small patterns into his pale chest.
"I just, it was happening again," he explained, "I was back in the war, I got shot, it was agonizing but I didn't feel anything at the same time."
"Shhh, it's okay, I know," I rested my palm on his cheek, kissing the other side gently. He held my wrist, his silent way of telling me to keep my hand there. I smiled gently at him as he fell back asleep. I cuddled into his chest and pulled the blanket closer as I joined him back into sleep.
