Ghosted (Zels)

I know this is technically long enough to be a one-shot, but I'm putting it here because of the low-quality. Also, it was going to be a Zed x Tango, but then I remembered that one Zels I found on Ao3, and was like, 'hey, I like this' also I never mentioned this in my ZIT oneshot, but even though Zed is 5'10, I shrunk him to be shorter than Tango and Impulse (and in this case, Wels) because Tiny Zed. Also, I kinda like this concept, so if enough people would want to read it, then this would be my next book. 

Alright enough of me talking let's get to the actual fic :)


Wels leaned against the wall, plastic cup in hand. Raising an eyebrow, he watched his twin brother run around with a freakishly realistic demon mask, scaring other party guests. The drunker they were, the bigger the reaction. Wels himself was fairly buzzed but was confident he could hold his alcohol. His knight costume was a little hot, but he didn't feel like taking off the helmet to reveal messy hair. As the party host made his way over him, the dirty blonde rested his free hand on the hilt of his fake sword.

"Please, do something about your brother," Xisuma sighed, lightly banging his head against the wall.

"Like what? You know he never listens to me and will do the exact opposite out of spite," he pointed out.

"Then what am I supposed to do?" He stood up straight and glanced over his shoulder at the obnoxious boy.

"I don't know, get everyone to ignore him. He'll get bored eventually." Wels shrugged, taking a sip of his drink.


Once X had walked away- most likely to talk to either Grian or his own brother- the knight spotted someone he had never seen before.

A short, blonde male was looking around, and much like the rest of the party, holding a cup. He sported a white, fuzzy cropped sweater and a white skirt that was only a little darker. He wore black ankle boots and on his head was a headband with sheep ears on top. Wels had a sneaking suspicion he had a tail to match, and when the boy turned to watch Hels continue his escapade of terror, his suspicions were confirmed. The curly blonde's head turned to face him, and the two made eye contact, his eyes a muted violet.

Before he had a chance to decide what to do, the boy walked up to him, grinning.

"Nice costume." He leaned on the wall next to Wels, taking a sip of his drink.

"You're pretty cute yourself," Wels smirked. Ah. He glanced in his cup and noticed he had drunk way more than he initially thought. It'll be fine.

"So how do you know X?"

"Met him in highschool and miraculously kept in contact even after college," he explained. "How about you?"

"Friend of a friend. He didn't want to come alone, and since I had nothing else better to do, I figured why not." He shrugged, before tilting his head back to finish his drink. Wels blinked, surprised how the boy didn't look phased at all. A little pink in the cheeks, sure, but that's about it.

"Who dragged you here?" he asked, standing up straight.

"Oh, it was uh-"

"Who's your new cute friend?"

Looking over his shoulder, the man dressed as a knight jumped. His twin brother rested his elbow on his shoulder, his mask still on his face. Definitely creepier up close. Turning back to his new friend, he noticed how he wasn't surprised, probably because he saw Hels approaching.

"Hi Hels," he grumbled, shrugging his arm off of him.

His brother scoffed, pretending to be offended. "One would think my own brother would be happier to talk to me!"

"Brother?" the sheep boy echoed.

"Twins, to be exact," Hels corrected, pulling off his mask to reveal a wide grin. He pulled off the other boy's helmet, and immediately laughed at his messy hair.

Swiping his helmet back, he pushed his hair back and slipped it back on. Before he could say anything else to his brother, something had caught his eyes and he pulled the mask back down. "Have fun talkin' with Wels, curly," he called as he dashed away.

"Sorry about him," the dirty blonde apologized, turning back to his new friend.

"Nah, it's fine. I'm Zedaph, by the way," he said, properly introducing himself.

The boys glanced back towards the crowd as Hels seemed to have roped himself into a fistfight with a blonde girl in a banana costume- and was losing to her.

"Wanna go talk somewhere quieter?" Wels suggested.

Nodding, Zed took his hand and led him to the nearest room- which happened to be the guest room. They sat with their backs to the end of the bed and ignored the shouts from outside the room.


An hour passed in a blink of an eye, as suddenly Zed had locked their hands and was stroking the back of the knights' hand with his thumb. He was going on about something that happened back in college, but Wels was too distracted by his smile.

"Am I talking too much?" he suddenly asked, interrupting himself.

"Nah, it's cute," he said bluntly.

Letting go of his hand, Zed carefully pulled his helmet off, placing it on the bed. He kissed his cheek, flustering the male. As he began to fix his helmet hair, Wels regained his composure and pulled him onto his lap, his hands on the male's exposed waist. The sheep boy mumbled something to himself, but the other didn't pay it much mind as he stole a kiss. Zed moved his hands down to his chest and melted into the touch.

Wels' heart was racing when they pulled apart, a smile cemented on his face. And the other boy- was crying?

"I-I'm sorry! I shouldn't have- I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!" he tripped over his words as he tried to apologize.

The violet-eyed boy shook his head, smiling through his tears. "Don't be, I'm happy," he reassured him, leaned his head against his chest.

"Then can I do it again?" he quietly asked.

Zedaph never gave him an answer. Instead, he looked up at him and kissed him.


"I'll call you, okay?" Wels promised as they stood outside Xisuma's apartment complex.

"Okay," he echoed. His voice was chipper but there was a glisten of sadness in his eyes, or maybe that was just his imagination.



"Unfortunately, I cannot speak right now. I'm probably busy going on a wacky adventure! ... Or I'm just taking a nap. Ple-"

Wels hung up and tossed his phone onto his bed. That was the third time that day he tried to call Zedaph, and the third time it went straight to voicemail.

"Am I being ghosted?" he muttered. "Or maybe I'm calling too soon? I thought waiting a day would be fine,"

"He probably doesn't like you," Hels taunted from the doorway.

Wels threw a nearby pillow at him. His younger twin cackled and walked away.


For the next three days, he was haunted by these thoughts, and the emotions he felt on Halloween. Tugging on his sweatshirt sleeves, he shivered from the harsh autumn breeze while he walked through the bustling city.

What's wrong with me? He wondered, looking around. Everyone else seemed to be doing just fine in a light sweater, but he was still freezing even with a heavy sweater.


The cold air followed him all the way home, and even inside his apartment. He passed a small mirror in the hallway and had to do a double-take.

"I'm going crazy," he mumbled to himself.

Wels frantically looked around. He could've sworn he heard a familiar voice. A sad voice, muttering something like, 'You're not'

"Zedaph?" he quietly asked. I've gotta be insane. Thankfully, his brother wasn't home to witness him most likely slipping into madness.

"Wels!" the curly blonde exclaimed, appearing in front of him. His body was now translucent and he no longer worse the sheep-ears headband.

The dirty blonde stumbled, falling on his back. He wanted to shout, scream, cry, something. But nothing came out. The boy knelt in front of him, a wide smile on his face and tears in his eyes.

"I never thought you'd see me!" he gushed.

"What? Zedaph? Am I dreaming?"

His smile faded and he shook his head.

"No, this is very real," he assured him.

Wels reached a hand out to touch the boy's cheek, but his hand simply phased through.

"I can't touch you." His voice cracked and he covered his mouth.

"I know, I'm sorry," he said, choking on a sob of his own.

"What happened?"

"A year ago, I died, and have been stuck here as a ghost ever since. I learned that every blue moon, I had the chance to become physical, but as soon as the moon changed, I would be back to being a ghost," he explained, crossing his legs.

"Wait but how?" Wels asked, sitting up. "How did you die and become a ghost?"

The ghost boy shrugged. "Dunno, I can't remember anything about my death," he admitted. "A day before the blue moon I had this weird feeling, and once it hit I was physical again," Zed added.

"And at the party? Did you really know someone there?"

"No, I just didn't want to be alone for Halloween, so I found a costume and slipped in,"

"Do you have any idea if this can be fixed? That there could be a way to make you alive again?" the other boy asked, feeling hopeful as he wiped his eyes.

"No idea, but I hope so. I don't want to have to wait every two to three years to be able to touch you." Zedaph smiled sadly, his hand hovering over the blonde male's cheek.

Wels' eyes lit up, and he leaned forward. "I'm going to help you, and I think I know where to start," 


Once again, if I were to turn this into a full book, the explanations about ghost stuff would be less awkward and less rushed. Also, I'm definitely going to be drawing Zed in his outfit, and if I do would y'all be interested in me posting it in this book?

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