#dont worry ghost isn't a zombie

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SoapGhost Zombie Brain Rot (ha ha)

“Never said he bit me. He did a damn lot more than that, actually.” (AKA I should be finishing up my other fic but I fucking love World War Z, the book, and one stupid thought lead to a bunch of zombie-apocalypse worldbuilding later and it wouldn't leave me alone. So here's a drabble that might become something once Punch Drunk is done).

“He’s no’ infected.” Soap said, voice level. Not so much as blinking as he stated plainly what might be the most dangerous lie of his new life. “Or at least, he’s no’ infectious if he is.”

“How can you possibly know that? We all know too well what the spread looks like. That scar, that eye, can’t have come from anything else.”

The Governors, or the Council or whatever this was formally called, wasn’t budging an inch on the issue. Understandable, all things considered.

Soap shrugged. “I’m nae saying I know how it works, I’m just telling you that he in’t infected.”

He left a deliberate pause at the end of his statement. It was a testament only to the position Soap apparently held that no one spoke again before he continued.

“Or at least, I’m telling you that he can’t spread it. He’s not infectious.” Said Soap.

“How can you be so sure of that?”

Ghost couldn’t even blame them, he’d seen too much fall to fault them for their caution.

“I’m standing here talking to ye, pretty sure I’m no howling zed-head, right?” Soap said.

Ghost had not touched Soap. Went well out of his meager remaining mind to keep himself from touching him.

“You passed all of your bite checks at the wall, MacTavish.” Responded one of the pampered, new age feudal lords on the dias above them.

Of course he had, Ghost would have ripped anything that came at Soap apart with his bare hands if nothing else.

“Never said he bit me. He did a damn lot more than that, actually.” Said Soap, and he somehow, just then, allowed himself to sound, fully, satisfyingly smug.

“MacTavish, what are you saying?” Someone from the high seats asked.

“I fucked him.”

Ghost's heart fucking stops. He might not be entirely sane anymore, probably never was, but he'd definitely fucking remember that.

Soap paused, then tutted in correction. “Well, he fucked me. And plenty o’ bodily fluids were exchanged. Real deep and quite a lot too, impressive amounts at his age honestly. We were both pretty pent up.”

Of course, it's only after he’d finished spilling the most beautiful fucking falsehood Ghost had ever heard that he’d deigned to bother looking back at him, caged in the corner like an animal. Worse than an animal, really. Everyone liked animals those days, rare as the tame ones fucking were after everything went to shit.

He’d never been good at keeping his emotions off his face, he’d worn a goddamn mask for half his life even before he’d gotten the truly damning scars he had now. And now Soap is there, beautiful and perfect as he ever was, literally trying to save Ghost’s worthless scrap of a life by setting his reputation on fucking fire. Ghost has no idea what expression he’s got on his face but his traitorous fucking dick is suddenly alive for the first time in years.

But he needs to keep his shit together.

Johnny said it all with the kind of naive loyalty that twisted something in Ghost’s chest. The kind of trust Ghost was sure he’d seen the last of. And even though there was no way he could have seen Soap’s eyes that night in Chicago he somehow fucking knew that they would have looked the same back then as they did in that fucking dank stone room.

Shining like lethal chips of glass.

Ghost tried very hard not to connect the undertone in Soap’s voice when he said ‘I fucked him.’ to the way that he’d sounded in his ear when he’d said ‘Watch the window’.

Soap must have seen something on his face, hopefully nothing that gave up too much but maybe he’d fucked up, because Soap keeps talking.

“I told you I was SpecOps right? Well, here’s something I didn't tell you. When I was a Sergeant I had this big, beautiful Lieutenant that I looked up to. Best shot in our squad, unmatched with anything that could hold an edge, plus he saved my life half a dozen times so it was only natural that I'd get this school boy crush. Never acted on it, obviously. Against regulations.”

Of course he picked that point to pause and turn back to Ghost in the corner, and those fucking blue eyes stared right at him when Soap continued.

“But when I saw the same fuckin’ man two years after the goddamn apocalypse, heart beatin’, lungs breathin’, and alive in every way that I could see…”

Just when Ghost feels he’s going to break his own fingers because his fists are clenched so tightly closed Johnny turns back to his waiting audience.

“Did ye ‘think I was gonna wait for some fucking prophylactics?”

[i-messed-up-big-time]

Fragrance

All LADS men x Non MC Reader

a/n: ok thank you to everyone who voted on the poll! defo helped me a lot with what i should write next, if your choice didn't win dont worry cause i'll be doing all six options in order of popularity so stay tuned for more! guys imma be so fr with you right now, i cried like a bitch while writing this, esp caleb's part, i just love him so much.

divider creds @/cafekitsune

tags: angst, reader is implied to be no longer in this world, hurt/no comfort, non mc reader, lots and lots of angst

word count: 2k

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tag list: @aneerta @eurydiceknowshesloved @angelichiaro

Xavier

Xavier spent his days like a zombie, the light of his life was gone and far out of his reach. Ironic when his evol is literally light itself, but it feels so much more duller without you here with him.

A mistake, one that was entirely his fault but you paid the price for it. A day that will follow him and haunt him till the end of time, if fate is merciful enough to allow him an end.

あなたに似たようなこの香りもしかして近くにいるの？ (This scent is similar to you, maybe you're nearby?)

Every where he goes, your scent follows him. You were a breath of fresh air, sweet like strawberries and refreshing like morning dew.

Every time he smells your scent he turns to see if you'll be there, waiting for him like you usually did. But reality isn't so kind as to give in to his delusions, and he's left reeling from the pain and guilt.

ねえこれ何度目の勘違いだろう？ (Hey, how many times has this been a misunderstanding?)

Time may heal some wounds, but not all of them.

He can't sleep at night, the nightmares haunt him. His punishment for leaving you alone that day when you so desperately needed him, but he was too ignorant to your pain, and it came to bite him back in the ass.

The only thing that keeps him going is the faint scent of your clothes that surround him on the bed, it makes him feel like you're still with him and not in a place where he can't reach you.

もうどこへ行ったの？今会いたい (Where have you gone already? I want to meet you now.)

A life without you is a life without air. You were his light, but he made you a shadow of another, he snuffed that light with his own hands and now it was too late to make things right. All he could do was wonder where you went, desperately wishing to be with you right now.

Your fragrance follows him everyday, and for now all he can do is let it consume him, it's the only thing that still lingers around him now that you're not here.

My star has left me.

Rafayel

You were always there for him, through everything. You stuck by when others wouldn't and he took that for granted.

It's an unfortunate reality when you don't know how to appreciate the good things you have in your life until they're no longer there.

Now he can only cling to your scent that surrounds him. You smelt like the sea, and to him that was like home. But he ruined that home like a raging tsunami, not realizing the damage he dealt until it was too late.

愛してた さようなら (I loved you, goodbye.)

He couldn't get your last words out of his head, they haunted him.

He saw you in paintings, Your ghost wandered around his studio, your scent following in its wake.

Oh how he wished he could follow you too, life without you was unbearable, and he refused to accept that you were no longer here.

なんて受け止められない (I can't accept that.)

Thomas would often catch Rafayel just sitting on the beach, lost in thought, dark shadows across his face. The man could only sigh and try to cheer him up, despite knowing how futile it was.

He loved you more than words could ever explain, but he was a fool who let someone else take precedence over you. The way your voice sounded when you begged him to stay, only for him to coldly turn you away.

Your voice was barely above a whisper when you said your last words, only Rafayel wouldn't know they were your last until much later.

The regret of being the one who gave you that final push over the edge was more than he could bear, but that was his punishment and he'd live through it a thousand times if it meant you would one day be back in his arms.

だからもう一度愛してよ 忘れられないI still love you (So once again, love me, I can't forget it. I still love you.)

Every painting he made was reminiscent of you, a beautiful love story, despite it's tragic ending. He wanted the world to see your beauty, the one he failed to see himself.

The paintings, your lingering scent, it's all that he has. Without you he's nothing, you were his beloved, one that he should've cherished more than life, but life doesn't always deal fair cards to everyone.

He can only think of one thing when he sees that velvet box on his bedside table, a wish that never came true, a future that would no longer be, a past he can never erase, a present that he's forced to endure alone.

Goodbye my beloved bride

Zayne

What good was a doctor when he couldn't save the one life that needed it the most.

The signs were always there, but he was too busy to see them. Putting another over you, the one who should've been his number one priority.

And now he returns to an empty home, devoid of all life as the one who made it lively was no longer around to keep it that way.

あたしにも貸してくてた香水もう側にはない 名前は知らないけど���好きだったこの香り(The perfume you lent me too, It's not by my side anymore. I don't know the name though, I loved this scent.)

Your scent was fading, it no longer engulfed his being the moment he stepped into the room you guys shared. In the beginning he opted to sleep in the guest room, not strong enough to come to terms that you wouldn't be there next to him in bed.

But as time went on, he started sleeping in the room you guys shared, the pillow and blanket still had your scent. Your side of the bed still unmade, it made him feel like you were still there with him, that you weren't in a place where he couldn't reach you.

The label on your favourite perfume bottle was faded, the name no longer visible, but it was his favourite scent on you, regularly spraying it on your side of the bed whenever the scent would start to fade away.

鮮明な記憶まで色褪せない今宛できるのこれしかない (Even the vivid memories don't fade, this is the only thing I can do right now)

Lost in the memories, each one so vivid it hurts. The smile that shined so brightly, but eventually faded overtime, the lack of attention and love getting to you. But that's all they were, memories that can only be replayed and never experienced again.

All he could do now was pray that you would wake up in a world where you never have to feel like a side character again, where you could live without sickness. A life full of happiness that he couldn't give you when you begged it from him with your eyes, but silently endured the loneliness that was returned to you instead.

Maybe in another life, he would be able to show you the love he couldn't in this life. Maybe this was a punishment from Astra, a life without you the one who he truly loved but realized it too late.

Maybe he was never the right fit for you, maybe the best thing for now was hope that when you wake up in another world, in another life, that you guys don't meet, as he believes that he'll only bring you more pain and sadness.

When you and the world wake up... I hope we don't meet again.

Sylus

He was a man of confidence, his choices were never wrong. Until they were.

The base never felt so empty despite being so full, the decorations were still up, traces of you scattered all around. No one had the heart to take anything down or put anything away, doing so would mean having to accept reality, and no one was ready for that.

The twins felt it hard, but not as hard as Sylus. You were a mother and older sister figure for them, your love was boundless. Even when you were met with a wall, you loved unconditionally and with no restraints.

He took your love for granted, assuming you would always be a constant in his life, no matter what he did.

So when you subtly begged him to go out with you that day, he didn't think much of it and turned you down, telling you he'd take you out another day.

God how he wished he went with you that day, you should've taken priority but he put the aether core above you. Not a day goes by that he doesn't drown in regret and guilt.

此処には居ないとわかってるのに似たような空気吸うたびあなたを無意識に探してた (Even though I know you're not here, every time I breathe similar air, I was unconsciously looking for you.)

You were his oxygen, his anchor, and he lost you. That day haunts him forever, he can still smell the perfume that you had on that day, it follows him wherever he goes.

He looks around in hopes that he'll catch a glimpse of your smiling face, but fate won't humour him.

He's a man who has everything, but without you he has nothing, you were his everything.

今はただ苦しいの依存してるだけ薄れやすいはずなのに染みついたままの香り (Right now, I'm just clinging to the pain, though it should easily fade, the scent still clings to me.)

He couldn't bring himself to put away your things, the site of them a constant reminder of his failure to protect you, to listen and be there for you.

You always put others before yourself, why couldn't he put you before him for once?

His world has no purpose without his sun, his beloved, the only one who stayed constant in a life where everything was always changing.

Maybe this was his fate, his curse. An ending that was written back in a time where mythical creatures like dragons roamed.

Maybe, just maybe,

This is the dragon's curse.

Caleb

A mistake, harsh words that should've never been said. A moment that he so desperately wishes he could go back to, stop you from leaving not just his side, but this world too.

He should have never put her above you, never compared you to her. But life is always full of regrets and what ifs.

ねえどうして I can't forget (Hey why, I can't forget)

The night he still haunts him, it replays in his head like a broken record. His chest constantly feels like it's on fire, the thought that his last words to you were ones that were said in a fit of anger, they were meant to hurt you, whether he wanted to or not.

And now he couldn't even beg you for forgiveness, you were gone to a place he couldn't reach, one he was unsure he would ever reach. His sin too heavy for him to believe he'd make it to the same place as you.

離れ離れなのにお願いお願いもう一度だけ側に来て抱きしめて (Even though we're far apart, please, please, come and hold me just once more.)

Every night he lies in bed, holding your pillow in his arms, praying to the gods above to let him see you one more time, to hold you in his arms and tell you how sorry he is, how much he loves you.

Now he's just a shell of a man, the only good thing in his life ruined by his own hands.

消せないの 消えないの孤独に紛れた香りもう一度だけ愛し合いたい (I can't erase it I can't erase it, the scent of loneliness. I want to love each other just once more.)

Your scent still lingers and with it the emptiness you left behind.

It hurts him even more when he comes across little sticky notes that you left for him to find, you always loved leaving him little notes of love and encouragement in places he wouldn't normally expect them to be.

'You were my gravity… and now I’m just drifting, hoping I’ll feel your pull one last time before I disappear.'

If he could he would sell his soul to the devil if it meant you would live, and if that wasn't possible then he'd join you wherever you are, because

In life and in death, we will never be apart.

[ezrawip]

❤️, 💘, & 🛏️ for ekko ?

thank you for the ekko ask!!! hehe omg i love him · s/i ref

❤️: “how popular is you x your f/o? are you a rarepair?”

— oo i think very popular!! it has all the angst sadness and longing arcane fans like, so 🙂‍↕️ that one post abt 'het' ships that r so doomed/good they're basically queerbait 😭😭 and people sniff queerbait like cocaine, so

i talk abt this all the time but timejump is sooo editable, any songs u put with them works for an edit! they've got the childhood to lovers, the adult meeting, everything!!

💘: “why would people love your ship? why would people dislike your ship? how might it start debates?”

— i feel like timejump is that kind of stuff you either love or absolutely hate, yk? a lot of the love stems from how they're quite literally meant to be. kia could've fell anywhere else in the undercity, and after growing up in piltover, could've robbed literally anyone else from the firelights. their love is full of familiarity, of a 'trying again for you', 'i'll live for you'. everything they do after meeting again is to try and help the other, make their life a little easier. younger ekko gave her the scarf so she would slowly get used to the undercity air, and even as an adult, he was still worried about that with her – his hands kept unconsciously moving to fix her hoodie, to try and cover her face with it, as much as he convinced himself he didn't care. it's so 😭😭 ahsjshdhs

(i could genuinely go on and on about this, but ill cut it short 😭)

however... people could argue that their relationship isn't really the same as it once was, and pushing it would be hurting them both. puppy love grown into distance, into fear. ekko who had to stay to fix the undercity while kia got to live a boastful life in piltover; isn't that unfair? and isn't it unfair to think of her as happy, to blame her for it when all the riches in the world couldn't pull her down from the grief? if her small, pointless actions weren't enough, what would be? a ghost, a zombie brought back, limbs falling apart while fingers kept gripping for what it once was...

i dont know man, i just think they r tragic and neat. i pretend ekko wouldn't be pissed at her for running away and i pretend she wouldn't be full of guilt for it.

🛌: “what tropes show up in fics involving your ship?”

— oh. i think i need to push 'only one bed' here because nothing else could match the 'i hate you but i dont hate you, i wish i didnt miss you, we're forced to be close to each other without being allowed to actually do so.'

but also i think highschool au would be fun (not a trope i think though 😭) and the cliche in the rain/accidental confession?? other than that i think we're chill 🙂‍↕️

[milooreoz]

Since main writing isn't still gonna come out soon might give this...( probably angst I'm not sure)

For the chain's on alxen and harper. The more chains a ghost/spirit( including hybrids) have then the more regrets/sins they have still haunting them or did in their past lifes( minus shulppets for all are born with one specific chain that's used to officially kill a lost spirit from reincarnation and such)

CHAINS

Ethan was running away from alxen who was half corrupted in her true form" what's wrong ethany?" She spoke" didn't you want this. Wanted to push those fucking bozos away" she kept going walking to him and slowly her outfit ripping apart, her lenses cracking, her jacket and shirt ripping as if she was a zombie, her hair growing longer messier and turning white with a black liquid leaking through her face and wings growing the only thing kept on her was her waist of chains" I gave you what you wished for, or is there more?" Alxen continued" thanks to your childish mind you led to my existence ethan quinz, if it weren't for you nine years ago then probably I would've been murdered by my own kind in their bloody cold hands for it was I. I was the one who hanged your mother to death that day and sent her down to the final deathbed" spoke alxen fully revealing their true form to ethan and slowly vomiting a persons skeleton, it was his mothers body, no wonder why she looked so much like his mother. She used it as a host" ETHAN!!" yelled both amelia and mike finally finding their friend and noticing alxen" your lying...your kind took her away but it wasn't you. Your my age to have tooken it so soon" spoke ethan in denial" is that so? Well your wrong. I'm far older than you pathetic humans are infact I'm like the devils child" she spoke then getting closer to mike and amelia and grabbing their long chain turning their blade into a magic wand" I can do whatever my mind wants and it can be done" alxen quickly attempted to touch Amelia with the wand until " AMI!!" yelled mike taking the hit as amelia quickly looked at her friend Mike. He was a Jack in the box now" MIKEY!!" she yelled horrified at what alxen did to her dear friend" dont worry your next" spoke alxen successfully touching amelia with it turning her into nothing but a wooden puppet. Ethan grabbed his teo friends close" oh and I forgot all about Harper didn't i?" Spoke alxen sudden grabbing one of harpers chains and then swinging them to the ground" hmm. You cant turn into something can you, not with all those chains surrounding you" spoke alxen looking at the load of chains around harpers waist of chains" doesn't matter I guess as a demon ghost hybrid does it" she added and touched Harper with it aswell turning them into another Jack in the box like mike was." Just know ethan quinz. I have your friend haiku prisoner if you want him back then come find me once you're with the balls to beat me like a cold hearted creature like me" were alxen's final words before taking her leave