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riovano-sandrax · 2 years ago

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Source is my fantasies about krs BCZ I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.ahem.

Ok so we know that krs was a strategist in team 1 right? And from what we know even though he was a strategist he still went to the frontlines even if LSH and CJS told him not to.

And from what we know he didn’t have any other talents or skills like record (not instant bcz he gets that when he becomes team leader)

So I had this idea that due to LSH and CJS opposition to him recklessly running to the frontlines, he decided to help them in ways other than strategy.

Which is what this au is about! SNIPER KRS HELL YAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAAYYAYYA

If you think that normal bullets or weapons won’t work on the monsters, which you are right but what if the sniper and bullets he uses are created from a special ability user.

I don’t really have a name for them or gender or really anything appearance wise, but you can have them be mysterious or something or you creat an identity for them if you like.

But their ability isn’t support or attack based, not even healing or anything else.

It’s creation. Only weapons tho, which is plenty of things so they were dubbed the ‘special’ grade 1 ability user bcz of how useful it is. I didn’t really think of any rules or backlash the ability might have but you don’t really need to explain that.

So about how they(special grade 1 ability user) create the sniper for krs is up to you.

But they should probably know each other beforehand so setting up the convo can be easier.

But krs will probably be really straightforward and just go to their workshop or wtv and ask them to create it. Everything else is up to you.

So about how you’re gonna start the Fic I really want you to include both cale(og krs) and og krs..when he was og krs? 😭

Timeline can be after cale stabbed him self with a chopstick, (you should probably not include hunters cuz they’re a bitch and just toooooooo much) or a few years prior to that event when they just be chilling in the villa and cale Vibing with his slacker life.

I should have probably explained this at first since all the things I said about og krd is when cale is recalling a record when he’s at the training grounds at the villa or black castle/castle of light? In the FOD.

So liek the wolf kids be training with Choi Han and Hannah and one of them (your choice) ask cale if he knows how to wield any type of weapons.

We know cale would say no but for the sake of this Fic….he’ll tell them.

And his family should probably know about the transmigration but no need to write that it’s too much. But say that they know about it and they chill.

So when one of them asks this question all of them focus on cale bcz they want to know too. Especially Choi Han (if he isn’t the one who asked) since he knows about the weapons on earth.

So yea cale says he wields a sniper they ask what that is (add convo of your choice and other people present when this convo happens if you want) amd fast forward to when cale is sketching out a blue print for a sniper.yes. They go to the lab and shit and stuff stuff I don’t want to write too much about this bcz it’s not important details I trust you can take care of that. So Rosalyn and Eruhaben are there cuz if not then where would they be lol. Cale gives the blue print to Eruhaben and told the group to get out so he can start creating it (ik they should probably go to a blacksmith or weaponsmith….? Idk but sniper pretty complicated and literally from another world so it’s should be handled by gramps) Choi Han asks about the bullets and cale says he wrote the formula and materials to make the stuff inside a bullet (yk the powder thingy that’s black) on the blue print.

So fast forward two days later or how ever much you want. The sniper is created and literally all of his family at this point heard of this new weapon and they’re very curious so all of them gathered in the training grounds (all of them should be there but you can choose who to include in dialogue and narration so yea ppl can be there but you just don’t know..)

Oh yea cale should probably wear headphones or the equivalent of headphones in that world I guess should probably exist since winter and the cold exist so yea OH EAR MUFFLERS I think that’s what they called so yea that.

It’s 12 rn so I’ll finish this tomorrow but the outline right now is:

1-Someone ask cale about weapon. He creat blue print. He request grandpa to make weapon

2-during the time Eruhaben the creating the sniper he recalls a record which is what I told you about I DONT WANNA WRITE UT AGIAN A

SHSBUHSBSH😭😭😭

3-weapon done. We go boom boom.

(I wrote this way before for one of my fav authors, but they’ve been busy lately so here do what you want with it)

#Tcf #trash of the count's family #kim rok soo #sniper au #IM THIRSTY FOR CONTENT

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miz-chase · 3 months ago

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More Sniper AU? Yes I think so

After Jared gets locked up (brought to a safe house, questioned, forced to try to contact his brother, is mostly incredibly bored), there’s no point in avoiding Jared’s cases anymore. Brennan is not happy to see Booth, but gives him the file of [the case from Signs in the Silence]. For whatever reason, they weren’t able to get the child abuse case to stick, and so the deaf-mute girl was sent back to her abusive family. For obvious reasons, the case is personal to Brennan and it doesn’t take any work to convince Booth they’re a worthy target.

Booth disappears for a few weeks. News reports show the abusive parents are found dead and soon after, the Jeffersonian is able to help the little girl find her real parents.

Late one night, Booth turns up on Brennan’s doorstep with an armful of Chinese food. He wasn’t sure if she was vegetarian or vegan so he got a mix of both. She lets him in, a little guarded, and yet a little… she can’t quite put a finger on why it feels good to have him on her couch, watching the news and gesticulating with cheap wooden chopsticks. She puts up a front of being annoyed at his presence, but eventually offers him a beer. They watch the news together, him keeping an eye on if anything interesting is going on with the pursuit of the sniper.

Brennan kissed him first. It’s an impulse decision and she just goes with it. He’s not one to argue with a pretty lady. She drags him to bed and they get to know each other a little better.

it’s only later, in the dark, where she tells him that Jared had told her about his father. Booth tries to brush it off, but she pushes, like she does. They lapse into silence for a while, until it just bursts out of her. She tells him about her foster families. She tells him what they did to her. He doesn’t say anything, just lets her talk, running fingers along her scars under the sheets. He holds her close, she cries.

For a while, they fall into a steady rhythm. Booth disappears for days at a time, eventually turning up on her doorstep with takeout late at night. He may have lost his FBI contact (he refuses to use Brennan and her people, he’d never admit it but he has no faith in her ability to be stealthy or keep a secret), but he has an easy enough time hacking into local police files. Local child abusers fill his hit list just fine, especially given that they are lower profile and less likely to be suspected as his work. Could easily be domestic personal trouble, not the sniper everyone’s been talking about. Why would he go after such insignificant targets? Targets come and gone, seasons pass by. The FBI makes no headway on the case.

Only, without warning, Booth disappears for a few weeks, nearly a month. Brennan worries, watching the news, asking questions of the FBI, of Max. Had someone caught up with Booth? He eventually reappears, a little bedraggled, but apologetic and happy to see her. He doesn’t seem so worried about watching the news. He’s happy to distract her with things that are much more fun. It takes about a week, but it does happen. She’s fighting with him over the last egg rolls at the kitchen table, which rapidly turns into a chopstick fight, when a familiar name catches her ear.

She freezes, a deer in the headlights, a rabbit spotted by a wolf.

It’s the names of one of her foster families, all the way back in Illinois. She’s staring unseeingly at the tv, not processing the information. They thought at first it was a domestic shooting, but closer investigation revealed the killing shots came from a high-powered long-distance rifle, somewhere outside the house. The bullets had gone through the kitchen window late at night and no one had noticed. Links to the DC Sniper were being floated but investigations were ongoing.

Without a word, she shuts herself into her bedroom and barricades the door. He runs after her but just stands outside the door, not pushing in. He tries to reason with her, explain that their files were a mile long, she wasn’t the only child they had mistreated, the charges just never stuck. Didn’t she understand? She didn’t have to be afraid anymore. She doesn’t say a word.

They spend the night like that, Booth sleeping on the couch closest to her door.

Bones crime au aka The Reverse Broadsky

There's a sniper loose in DC who has a tendency to hit targets recently investigated by the FBI. Special Agent Jared Booth was put on the case but kept ending up in dead ends. Frustrated by the lack of progress, his boss FBI Assistant Director Hacker enlisted the Jeffersonian Institute's Medico-Legal Lab to aid the investigation. They worked with the remains, particulates, and other evidence to try and pin down the sniper, getting closer than ever before.

In another place, Seeley Booth was lining up the angle for the perfect shot. There's an apartment that just overlooks the falsely-exonerated criminal's home, and it didn't take much to break in. What Booth didn't plan for was the apartment being occupied in the middle of the day. Instead of an empty room, he found a woman with a nasty left hook who took quite an exception to him breaking into her place.

Seeley rolled with the hit and sent a little prayer up for remembering to keep his mask and hat on. Now's not the time to get sloppy. He's able to subdue her, gag & bind her, and lock her up in the bathroom so he could do his work in peace. It took a few hours of patient waiting (and ignoring the intermittent kicks at the bathroom door), but he got his perfect shot. It's quick work to pack up his rifle and get his ass out of there before anyone notices something's amiss. He was a gentleman, though, and unlocked the bathroom and dropped a knife beside the absolutely furious woman. Pretty blue eyes glared daggers at him, but he figured with a mask, a hat, and a bulky jacket, there's not much to see. He took off, not realizing he'd made a huge mistake.

Temperance Brennan was furious. After a decade of personal defense training, being pinned and shushed like she was just a child throwing a tantrum was beyond the pale. And for it to be the very man they were hunting for in the lab? Completely unacceptable. As soon as she's able to free herself, she's on the phone with Jared, getting the apartment scoured top-to-bottom for evidence. Security cameras yielded nothing of value, the man clearly an expert. What he didn't account for was the fact that she was an expert, too.

Working with Angela and her own exceptional memory, Brennan was able to sculpt his likeness. It took a lot of tweaking from Angela and back-and-forthing, but they're able to pull together a decent likeness. Paired against the military records of advanced snipers, there's only one close match: Sergeant Major Seeley Booth.

Suddenly Special Agent Jared Booth's lack of progress on the case didn't seem so much like an accident. It all of a sudden became very remarkable that, while all the sniper victims were from FBI cases, not a single one included Jared's cases. Without explanation, a new agent was assigned to the Jeffersonian and Jared isn't seen again.

Seeley Booth was used to dodging the FBI. He'd been doing it for years now. Admittedly, having his face blasted across every news station was a new and exciting wrinkle to his efforts, but he could lay low. What he's not used to is attracting the attention of local lowlife Max Keenan, who turned up in Booth's garage hidey-hole one night. Now, Keenan doesn't sink so low as to report him to the feds, but he does have a word or two to say about putting his daughter in danger. With a few friendly threats, Keenan suggested Booth could make things right by dealing with a certain Robert Kirby.

Always a good man for taking orders, Booth doesn't ask questions. He just gets the job done. He really shoulda laid low, though, because on his way out of his sniper's perch, a cop recognizes him. Booth took a nasty shot to the hip before he's able to disappear into an alleyway and lose the tail.

He did his best to zigzag his way through the city, leaving no obvious trail to follow. Unintentionally or not, he realized he's wound his way back to the damn apartment where all this mess started. It's a stupid idea but he's losing blood at an alarming rate. He climbed up the back balcony, slipping in through the sliding door, pistol in hand.

Out in the living room, she wasn't facing him when he creeped in.

"Temperance, right?" His voice was low.

She jumped, spinning around, whipping her phone out.

"Easy, easy. Just drop the phone and everything will be alright." He gestured with the gun from her hand to the floor. She dropped the phone with a clatter. Her eyes were big and wide, hands raised in surrender.

"What do you want?" There's a quaver to her voice but she held herself upright with a steel spine.

"I just need a quick favor, that's all. I swear I'm not gonna hurt you."

"You're pointing a gun at me."

"Yeah, cause I know if I don't, you're gonna try to kung foo my ass again."

"Judo." She squinted at him disapprovingly.

"Whatever." He's starting to feel dizzy. That was not great. "Y'got a first aid kit or something?"

Her scowl deepened. "Why should I help you?"

"I got shot doing your father a favor." She flinched at that.

"I don't owe him anything. He's a criminal."

"Yeah, well, here we are anyway. Just... all I need is some gauze and a hand, alright?"

"I could wait you out until you pass out." She jutted her chin up in a stubborn glare.

"I'd really rather you didn't." He gestured with the gun towards the kitchen sink and, reluctantly, she moved that way. "You must have a first-aid kit around here somewhere. You seem the type."

"'The type'?"

"Yeah. Girl scout. Over-prepared."

She knelt, pulling a box with a big red cross on it from under the sink. Brennan plopped it on the table in front of him, crossed her arms, and glared.

"I'm not going to help you."

"Please don't make this difficult?" He gestured with the gun at the plastic box, but she didn't move.

"If you shoot me, everyone in this building will hear it." Her petulant frown dared him to try.

"Yeah, and if I knock you out, my life will be much easier, but that big ole brain of yours isn't really going to appreciate the damage." Her scowl deepened.

With every move clearly telegraphing her disapproval, she set to work putting him back into one piece. She roughly tugged his t-shirt up, revealing a bloody mess. His gut flinched as her hands traced over scarred bare skin. Capable hands harshly pulled padding and gauze around his middle, covering the wound. He hissed in pain as she pressed down firmly, probably firmer than she really needed to. Still, it was good enough. It would do.

She sank back down into one of the kitchen chairs, still glaring at him with arms re-crossed. Booth collected himself pulling his shirt back down with a grimace and smoothing his hand over the bandaged wound. He gave her a long, considering look.

"What would you do if I needed to rest here a while?"

"Call 911." Her look was all grumpy disapproval.

He exhaled a frustrated sigh. "Have you considered not being a pain in the ass?"

"Why in the hell should I help you?" There was disgust in her voice.

"I did take care of your good friend, Heather Taffet."

"The judge was... 'taking care' of her just fine. Legally."

"They were going to let her get off. Everyone knew it."

"Well, now we will never know if that's true or not."

"So that's it then, complete and utter faith in the judicial system? The system that lets criminals go and jails innocent people?"

"It's not faith." She apparently didn't like that word any more than she liked him. "My job hinges on adhering to the logics of evidentiary proof, allowing a jury to deliver correct verdicts in the court of law." She regarded him with a sneer. "Society cannot function with arbitrary, extra-judicial killings as a means of providing justice."

"And police shooting up anyone they feel like is different because...?"

She scowled. "Police reform is not under my purview. Evidence, and its use within the justice system are my only responsibility."

"So the fact that I pick my target utilizing evidence you personally compiled means....?"

That earned him a death glare. "The quality of my work does not excuse appointing yourself judge, jury, and executioner." She huffed. "You're no better than my father."

"If the person with the better lawyer always wins, rather than the better evidence, then--"

"I am done speaking justice theory with you. Sleep on the couch, clearly my opinion has no bearing on the matter. I am going to sleep." She shoved past him, stormed into her bedroom, and shut & locked the door.

Alone in the empty kitchen of a stranger, Booth pondered his next move. What were the chances that she would climb down three floors of balconies to escape? It wasn't impossible, but it wasn't easy either. Probably she'd stay where she was. Picking her phone off the ground, he scrolled through her texts until he found Max.

It's done. Took a hit. Laying low here. She's pissed but fine, Booth typed and sent off the text. Max wouldn't be pleased, but this meant the old criminal would be stopping by in no time.

Taking the lady's advice, Booth laid himself out on the couch and dozed off. Hopefully when he woke up, it would be to Max with a back alley surgeon, not the bone lady whacking him in the face with a frying pan. Hopefully.

#bones tv #booth x brennan #Sniper au #There’s a lot of snappy dialogue that goes with this but I wanted to sketch some bare bones before bed #bones au

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