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Zombies? More Like ZomBOYS! PART 6

Bad Boys Zombie Apocalypse AU

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With a huff, and the dramatics that follow both Joel and Grian wherever they go, even if they don’t always participate, Joel bites down on Grian’s arm. Hard.

“Do you need to be that bitey?”

“Yesh.”

“That hurt, you idiot.”

Joel rolls his eyes and bites down harder, both to bother Grian to no end, and because he actually is ‘hungry���.

As he feeds, his thoughts trail off, slightly. Honestly.. It’s a wonder that Jimmy hasn’t realized that.. One, Joel’s a zombie. And Two, that Joel’s been feeding from Grian. (And that’s the entire reason that they separate from him most of the time.)

“Alright, get off. Do you want to head back, or see if any of these buildings have been scavenged? Tim’s probably getting impatient. ”

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Zombies? More like ZomBOYS! PART 5

Bad Boys Zombie Apocalypse AU

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Jimmy props the lid of the trashcan up and looks out over the.. Newly empty street. But it’s still lit u..

Crap.

He fumbles to pull the lid down right as he meets Tango’s eyes. He’s probably, maybe, totally screwed.

...

“Should we go back and check on Jimmy?

“I’m sure Tim’s fine.”

Joel stares at Grian’s back as they make another turn in the city, exhaling. “If you say so. You think he’s still ‘guarding’ that alley?”

“Probably. We should be far enough.”

Joel scoffs, but he leans against the wall.

“Feed.”

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Zombies? More like ZomBOYS! Part 4

Bad Boys Zombie Apocalypse AU

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It’s obvious he needs to stay out of Tango’s sight. So Jimmy does what any rational person would do. Dive into the nearest basically-empty trashcan and pull the lid over his head. It’s dark and annoying, and maybe he prefered the little bit of light that still laid over the city.. BUT it’s safer! (And gives him a chance to return to his Bad Boys after Tango passes him by.)

Except.. He must’ve forgotten how to think, seeing as he can’t quite tell when Tango’s passed him, because for some reason.. The other’s footsteps are quiet. He finds the urge to look out of the trashcan, but there’s a part of him that’s entirely terrified of Tango spotting him. (He isn’t scared of Tango himself. But... The idea that Tango’s a zombie.

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Zombies? More like ZomBOYS! Part 3

Bad Boys Zombie Apocalypse AU

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Tango’s walk is more of a stagger, as it seems. And as he’s getting closer, Jimmy finally can see the look in his eyes. It’s wild, his eyes are opened wide. And it’s terrifying. That is his Rancher. He hadn’t spoken to him much before this all went down, because his life had turned.. Hectic after moving in with Grian and Joel. (Little disagreements turn into Mini Prank Wars when it comes to Grian..)

But.. No. Jimmy swallows down any sense of even thinking that Tango may still be himself after being infected. There’s no rationalizing that he might be. And now, he needs to get out of Tango’s orbit before he gets attacked.

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Zombies? More like ZomBOYS! Part 2.

Bad Boys Zombie Apocalypse AU

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Jimmy swallowed down any.. lingering thoughts that whatever he may be doing is wrong. (They left him behind first. It’s only right that he proves how capable he is! Besides, there’s got to be a good reason they gave him the pocket knife and took the other weaker weapons! It’s because, He, Jimmy Solidarity, is strong enough to use it, and it alone. (At least, he lets himself think so.)

So, he steps out of the front of the alley with a look behind himself. He can’t see Joel or Grian, so they won’t mind if he’s left for a few moments. Especially if he returns with another survivor. He walks down the street, trying to stay in what little he can see without any proper light source. (Outside of the probable survivor..) And.. Is that..?

Tango? Why’s he alone?

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Zombies? More like ZomBOYS Part 1.

Bad Boys Zombie Apocalypse AU

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Jimmy’s stood at the end of the alleyway, keeping watch as Grian and Joel walk down through it. Ever since they’d managed to lose their torch, AKA their ONLY light source, he’s been stuck on staying behind and keeping an eye out. (He blames Joel for losing it. Grian blames him. Joel blames Grian. No one’s admitting to it.)

There’s a light down the street the alley’s connected to, and it’s getting closer. Part of Jimmy wants to investigate on his own, because, excuse the other two, but he is PLENTY capable! Besides, Zombies don’t like the light! That’s rule number one! The other part knows that he shouldn’t leave his fellow Bad Boys behind, rule number two is never separate. But.. They did leave him behind, first..

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yes won. thanks you all for voting <3

ill write and post part 1 soon!!

the idea dump on the google docs:

grian is immune for reasons he doesn’t wanna say -- jimmy thinks he is too bc like. siblings.

zombie joel. he is. more bloodthirsty than normal (still sane. or at least as sane as he would be normally.) (he gets to gnaw on grian for enrichment)

perpetual nighttime.

cleo is okay. not the source. not this typa zombie. (still a zombie though) (not immune. somehow)

at the very least tango is a zombie bc like. fire zombie..

maybe zombie impulseeeee? (waig zombie clock duo)

zombie. shiny. duo. (my GIRLLLLSSSS)

purely for practice writing these three

something something zed or cub as source? something something or doc, even?

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the idea dump on the google docs:

grian is immune for reasons he doesn’t wanna say -- jimmy thinks he is too bc like. siblings.

zombie joel. he is. more bloodthirsty than normal (still sane. or at least as sane as he would be normally.) (he gets to gnaw on grian for enrichment)

perpetual nighttime.

cleo is okay. not the source. not this typa zombie. (still a zombie though) (not immune. somehow)

at the very least tango is a zombie bc like. fire zombie..

maybe zombie impulseeeee? (waig zombie clock duo)

zombie. shiny. duo. (my GIRLLLLSSSS)

purely for practice writing these three

something something zed or cub as source? something something or doc, even?

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there is ONE thing i miss after moving to ao3 from wattpad.

the comment culture. not the whole no comment thing on ao3. im used to that.

but the fact i could go on commenting with someone else for HOURS. write them a oneshot, and then continue that trend for months on end.

i miss being able to talk to authors/my readers and have friendships. there's not really anything like that on ao3. (or here on tumblr for that matter.)

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meant for here..

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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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Why Leave, I ask of you. Why Leave?

A FALLEN AU ONESHOT

AO3 SERIES LINK.

“So please don’t leave,

I need you more than you need me,

You’re beautiful and smart and kind,

And I am ugly, full of lies.”

-Trees II - McCafferty

Aventurine stared at the decoration on the wall for longer than he'd intended to. And then he laughs bitterly, leaning against the wall. He should’ve expected Ratio to leave, truly. Everyone does, eventually, and Ratio was no exception. He just should've realized that the other would be leaving sooner because of how he'd been pulling away a week after the news was released. And yet he ignored the signs and let himself feel the heartbreak.

Here’s to a night of trying to forget that the only person Aventurine truly cared about left him too!

Still, a decoration was what triggered his unhappiness. A decoration. (It doesn’t matter that he was the one to gift the painting to Ratio. His apartment was bare before, is all.) That’s all it was. A decoration. A painting. Hung above Ratio’s door that he’d never looked up at before. He shakes his head and walks over to Ratio’s kitchen. Or well, what was his kitchen. He moves from memory, opening the cupboard he’d seen Ratio put some wine he’d been gifted once.

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His cat cakes had adjusted well to the change. They already liked Ratio enough that an entire apartment that smelled of the man to them? It was basically heaven for them. So he allowed them to run ‘haywire’, only making sure some things were safe for them. And that.. Stuff wouldn’t be broken. Obviously. He wouldn’t dare break anything of Veritas’.

Aventurine unofficially moved in within the week. Ratio’s apartment was closer to his usual haunts after all. (It wasn’t but he didn’t care.) Soon enough, he brought the cat cakes over and some of his clothes that he needed -- what he already had there wasn’t enough -- but other than that, he just.. Kept everything the same. Replaced items when they got old or he used them up, or whatnot.

He wasn’t grieving. No. The Astral Express crew and Topaz and everyone else can call it that if they want, but that’s not what’s happening. He wasn’t mourning Ratio leaving or anything. Nope. Not one bit. He’s just.. Expressing his freedom! Ratio always chided him for his habits so why not indulge now that he’s gone! (He misses him. So much. )

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It takes a month for ‘Ratio’s apartment’ to become ‘Aventurine’s apartment’ in people’s eyes. Sure, Aventurine still had the place he lived before, but he rarely returned there. Only if he really, truly, needed something. And that was basically never. So he never corrected them. It wasn’t like they’d known that he wasn’t going to stay here forever. Just until Ratio came back.

It’d only be a few more months, right? ... Right?

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Three months into Ratio’s disappearance, Aventurine broke. His vices increased tenfold. The drinking. The smoking. The gambling. The toying with his life as if it weren’t his. Topaz called him out on it once. He brushed her off. (“Seriously, ‘Paz. I’m fine. It’s nothing. I mean it.” “You got worse, Aventurine! This isn’t how you should let your grief out..”) He paid her words no mind after that. So long as they weren’t work related, that is.

Aventurine wasn’t the first, but he also wasn’t the last to think that Ratio was dead. It only made sense. He left in the dead of night. Told Aventurine to keep his house maintained. He stopped talking to everyone, but didn’t block them regardless. He went full no contact. And it hurt. So Aventurine let himself believe that Ratio was dead. (He could ignore the hurt that way. Like dealing with his big sis’ death.)

He attended the first of many ‘funerals’ held by people who cared for Ratio that month. ... He stopped attending after the first year. It was easier to be numb to the lack of Ratio. (It was easier when he took the other’s jacket out of the closet and slept with it in his arms.)

His first assigned mission without Ratio was difficult. He wasn’t alone, instead with a few of the agents that worked beneath him, but it was.. Hard. He was used to working with someone who knew him. Who knew him well enough to understand that he’s doing what’s necessary. ... It was also difficult due to the IPC’s new standards and rules and all that jack, but he’s grown to not care about that anymore.

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It’s not like he followed the rules before, anyway. And they always found a way to cover his messes up. (After all, everything he did wasn’t revealed in the leak.) So, he let himself get loose. Get wild. Messy. He was wild and yet free in his missions without Ratio to reign him in, and soon everyone learned that letting him do missions alone was best. (His agents were scared of him now.)

He would’ve said he enjoyed it too, but a part of him still wishes Ratio were here. He doesn’t get these.. feelings. The feeling of longing for a man who left everyone behind a year ago. He tries to let go of these feelings, they’d only hurt him in the past. But he fails miserably, and it takes him much longer to come to terms with Ratio never returning.

Eventually, Aventurine returns to how he once was. It took a year or so, but he did. He mellowed out. He still refused to work with anyone else, though. It hurt to be working without Ratio still. So he requested to work alone, and besides, he wasn’t risking his life, was he? He’s always the Final Victor after all. (It hurts to think of how he started using that phrase more often. It always got Ratio to have the prettiest look in his eyes.)

He finds it within himself to speak to Topaz and the others, both hoping for any idea of a word from Ratio. (Though they’d all said that the man would speak to him first. He doesn’t get why.) But it was.. Enjoyable. Topaz is kind, after all, he enjoys her presence, even if they aren’t exactly friends and merely coworkers. The Stellaron twins are.. something else, excitable and energetic and they enjoyed the time they had come over to see his cat cakes.

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When Ratio finally returns, 5 or 6 or so years later, Aventurine is, for lack of a better word, pissed. He was out, it was around four in the morning, and he gets a text from a number he never thought he’d get one from again. Well, no.. He wasn’t pissed. He was when he was left on sent. No. He was shocked and upset, and generally... Not ready.

Doc~: I see you’ve taken up residence in my old apartment.

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I’ll feed your cats.

We’ll speak in the morning. Please, be rational about this situation.

>wait what

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Aventurine starts to type out Ratio’s first name, but thinks better of it, replying as quickly as his fingers can type.

> vratio explain

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you’re back??

>ratio

(read)

doc i swear to the aeons

why are you back now?

why did you leave??

it’s 3am

4am

i’m coming home stay up for me

we’re talking now

When he enters the apartment, he stops and stares at the head of purple hair barely visible over the back of the couch. He walks over, sighing when he sees the three cat cakes resting on the other’s chest. He goes to speak, but he sees how the other is sleeping and his eyebags, and Aventurine decides to ignore him until tomorrow.

Aventurine’s hands are shaking as he’s left on sent, and he shoves his phone into his pocket. He’ll run home. Screw the game he was in, the tab that’s perpetually unpaid, he can see Ratio again. (He hates the man, he’d decided a year ago. He shouldn’t be this excited to see him again.)

They can talk later. Because as much as it hurts to see him again, he’s not going to disrupt his sleep. He’s not ready for another Ratio-Lecture. So he heads into what used to be Ratio’s bedroom and lays on the bed. He exhales and grabs a random blanket, sheet, or whatever and pulls it over himself. He pulls in the jacket that become one of his few comforts over the past few days, and buries his face into it to sleep.

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When he wakes, Ratio is still asleep, and he can’t bring himself to care.(He cares far too much for this man, but he doesn’t want to let himself believe it.) He sends him a text telling him that he’s going to work and that’s that. He settles himself to a day of paperwork and boring gossip that his agents bring to him when they’re bored too.

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Ooo! I'll definitely check it out!!!

I truly love how the clock is such a big parallel! Not only was it his, but Day 1 Scar gave Bdubs a clock. And that's how he convinces them all to go to the village. And then he uses the same tactic to convince Bdubs. Again.

Why do I never see people talking about Impulse in 3rd Life?

The perfect mole is one that no one trusts, after all. We've all noticed that but..

Impulse was the one to start the chants that led to the Cactus Ring.

Impulse who Grian and Scar had killed by his own Day 1 ally - Bdubs. Impulse who was betrayed by the only person he felt he was trusted by. Impulse who laid everything down for Bdubs and Cleo because they were his Day 1 Crew. Impulse who lost every single ally because all he wanted to do was help the Crastle.

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He does!!! He'd make such a good villain too!!

Why do I never see people talking about Impulse in 3rd Life?

The perfect mole is one that no one trusts, after all. We've all noticed that but..

Impulse was the one to start the chants that led to the Cactus Ring.

Impulse who Grian and Scar had killed by his own Day 1 ally - Bdubs. Impulse who was betrayed by the only person he felt he was trusted by. Impulse who laid everything down for Bdubs and Cleo because they were his Day 1 Crew. Impulse who lost every single ally because all he wanted to do was help the Crastle.

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Why do I never see people talking about Impulse in 3rd Life?

The perfect mole is one that no one trusts, after all. We've all noticed that but..

Impulse was the one to start the chants that led to the Cactus Ring.

Impulse who Grian and Scar had killed by his own Day 1 ally - Bdubs. Impulse who was betrayed by the only person he felt he was trusted by. Impulse who laid everything down for Bdubs and Cleo because they were his Day 1 Crew. Impulse who lost every single ally because all he wanted to do was help the Crastle.

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Yo! I'm Xino.

As of right now, I write for HSR and the Life Series. (Occasionally Genshin Impact, too.)

Here's my series (Linked to the start of em.)

"Please let me love you once again. (I don't care if you're dead, Doc.)" - ao3 series link.

Zombies? More like ZomBOYS! - tumblr exclusive bad boys zombie au.

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Veritas was silent. Kakavasha was visiting more often, and often times, he’d stand just off to the side to the path away from his grave. And most times the other would bump against him, and all Veritas did was watch as the other shuddered and walked away faster. A part of him wants to return to the life he’d had before. He may not remember any of it, outside of those months prior to his death, but..

He clearly had a life. One he must’ve enjoyed at some point, so why did he end it all? Why did he destroy the life and.. Everything he’d had? Was it that the pain got too much? Or was it something else? He doesn’t know. He likely never will.

Not with how he’s acting. If it weren’t for.. The costs of Necromancy, and the fact he’s already dead, he would look into that. But, for now, he’ll watch those that come to his grave.

And work on trying to leave. He’s already pushing the boundaries that he had before, walking along the path until he feels the pull to return to his body.

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They chose a nice place for his grave. Solitary and beautiful. He enjoys it.

But the surroundings are.. Getting monotonous. Too much. The living stay away from him, except for Kakavasha, and even his visits are getting more sporatic.

He’s getting tired, and he’s going to solve this problem himself. Mentally, because leaving would be the equivalent of having a blackboard and chalk with him at this moment.

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