Truelivesofthefabulouskilljoys Stories

(Book #1 of the Danger Trilogy) ::COMPLETED:: "Racing shadows in the moonlight, through the desert on a hot night, and for a second there we'd won, yeah, we were innocent and young." ::Miss Atomic Bomb- The Killers:: I didn't want to be an outlaw. Mind you, I didn't want to belong to Better Living Industries either. All I wanted was to belong somewhere. ||Based off of the True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys comic by Gerard Way, and the Danger Days album by My Chemical Romance.||

What happens when the last surviving Killjoy joins forces with The Wild Ones to defeat F.E.A.R.? Lainey has been on her own since the fall of Battery City and BL/ind. However, F.E.A.R. has taken up where Better Living Industries left off, and a new band of rebels has formed to pick up the fight for freedom.

I DO NOT OWN MCR OR DANGER DAYS TRUE LIVES OF THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS I don't know if the title will be staying like that or not, so for now it is just that, might change it later if I think of something else

Keep your boots tight, Keep your gun close, And die with your mask on if you've got to. Here is the traffic...

This is many stories . The story of the vigilantes who fought for freedom. And the story of the man who spent years searching for them. This is the story of a girl who decided to trust in someone despite his past and of how she payed the ultimate price. This is the story of the killjoys.

"hey hey, calm down, we're not going to hurt you" the curly haired man gave her a small warm smile "I'm Jet Star, what's your name" The young girl stared at all of them worriedly. ".... s-six.." she muttered. -----｡☆✧*。*.✧｡*ﾟ+ .----- Or, in which a young lab rat is discovered by the fabulous killjoys bleeding out in the middle of zone three and take her in. Started: Friday, June 26, 2020 Finished: ??? Cover is made by me

the fabulous 4 huddle together for warmth after the heater stops working in the diner one night. note: in my version, lucky star (she/her) replaces kobra kid. i don't own anyone but lucky star, my OC. her and party poison have a bit of an enemies to lovers things happening right now... enjoy!

(Art isn't mine!!) One firefight gone wrong. That's all it takes for someone's life to fall apart, right in front of them. And it happens to everyone eventually, they don't dodge in time, don't hear the drac sneaking up behind them. But they all find peace with the Witch. But Fun Ghoul-- he wasn't dead. Not physically, anyways. He was taken. And Party Poison, having the savior complex they do, can't help but try to save them. Which went about as great as you'd expect considering they went alone. (Kobra Kid, Jet Star and the Girl aren't very relevant because I'm bad at writing characters in) Started: 10/4/20 Ended: 11/29/20 Updated every Sunday (and sometimes in the middle of the week when I'm bored) #2 in Funpoison tag as of 11/23/20 :DD #2 in truelivesofthefabulouskilljoys tag as of 12/23/20 tyyy :DDDD I don't think I'm that good a writer and if you know me irl and aren't the one friend I told about this you didn't see this and I don't exist anymore so !THE FABULOUS FOUR ARE NOT MCR IM MAKING THAT CLEAR NOW I JUST CAN'T COME UP WITH ANY NAMES I LIKE FOR THEIR CITY NAMES!

"You're weak" smiled Korse as he kicked Party Poison in the side. Pain shot through his body and he couldn't do anything but lay there. Poison was defeated. He looked up to see a white ray gun pointed at his head. "Keep Running" hummed the villain and like that, Korse and his dracs were gone-and so was the girl. {~Rated PG-13 as this story contains strong language and some violence..Enjoy!~}

KILLJOY VERSE BABY!!!!!!!!

It's been awhile. Paige Armstrong, once known as the loud and proud killjoy, Daylily, has been living in solitude for the past few years now. She had once been as loud, reckless and carefree as the others-at one point, had even rode along with the Fabulous Four themselves, for a brief but wonderful time. But sadly, good things don't last forever in the zones. She learned this the hard way.. ....or do they...?

x Reader imagines/preferences ***REQUESTS ARE OPEN***..but they might suck.. MOSTLY GERARD AND FRANK, BUT WILL DO MIKEY AND RAY

(Final for creative writing 2021) Based of Gerard Way's The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys Cover art is not mine.

The forgotten killjoy 1 is in my pintrest

(Book #2 of the Danger Trilogy) :: COMPLETED:: "Well, I've got a fever, a non-believer, I'm in a state of grace. For I am the seizer, I'm gonna seize the day." :: Peacemaker- Green Day:: Seven years had passed since the fabulous four were slaughtered. Seven years without Party Poison. But somehow, in the back of my lonely head, I knew that I hadn't seen the last of him, and I knew that I hadn't seen the last of my home. ||Based off of the Danger Days album by My Chemical Romance, and The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys by Gerard Way.||

"Don't call me Baby. I'm just here to do an interview." . . After the rise of Better Living Industries, and the damages created by the Analog Wars, the desert region outside of what used to be Los Angeles is now a habitat for colorful rebels who refuse to conform to the deadly corporation. Told out of the point of view of a young journalist named Billy, the wrath of dangerous gangs and faith in the wrong people shines through the Zones like a wild fire. From harmless outcast to wanted criminal, Billy figures out just how hazardous her desert home can truly be, and not because of B.L.I.

The Director arguably casts the longest shadow in Battery City's neon lights. Through heartbreak, setbacks and pain unimaginable, she became someone cold, someone single-minded about obtaining their goal, someone convinced that they were right. This is Her Story.

The Fabulous Four work seamlessly. They're good at what they do, extracting and creating and bombing and stealing from Better Living Industries, keeping the desert's group of killjoys alive. At least, they were. Until someone had a shot too many, in more ways than one. And they don't know how to fix whatever the hell broke them in the first place, not without interventions and yelling and empty threats that evolve back into something a little less than normal.