#acotar zombie au

[azsazz]

Dead by Dawn (Part 15)

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Zombie!AU: It’s been a while since the end of the world.

Warnings: Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, poly!relationship, slow burn, undead, death, mentions of cannibalism, SMUTTT

Word Count: 2,421

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14)

Notes: okay, I’ve missed this one. It hits. (3/6 of 6 updates for 6k 💙)

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Day 195

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You’re beginning to really hate the decision to leave.

Not only because of the three walkers you’ve seen, all with missing jaws, but there’s a niggling in the back of your mind, screaming at you about Feyre and Rhys. You shouldn’t have left the house, no matter how harrowing the sight you, Cassian, and Azriel had stumbled upon was. 

Cassian and Azriel, the two men who have been taking care of you since. The former had stayed up all night smoking the deer meat over the fire until it was nothing but smolders and a carcass left. You had intended to stay up with him until he was finished but Azriel had pulled you between his legs and all but forced you to lean against him with your head on his chest.

“Sleep,” he’d demanded gruffly, but his fingers brushing the hem of your t-shirt to find your skin were soft, soothing as he traced patterns. His lips were warm against your forehead, his breaths even and strong against your back that had lulled you into sleep in a matter of moments.

You’d been woken up by gentle strokes, the moon high in the sky. Both men had decided that you’d need to move campsites in case any zombies or wild animals were attracted to the carcass. The three of you stumbled through the woods, sticking close to each other. You’d quieted at the soft sound of a creek trickling through the brush and you’d been able to fill your canteens before Cassian washed the blood from his hands and forearms.

By the time the sun had washed its yellow rays upon the sky, you had found your way back to the main strip of highway and have been following it since. The little sleep that Azriel forced you to get had helped a little, but the anxiety rushing through your body at the thought of Feyre and Rhysand out here alone keeps you wired and focused only on made up scenarios of what could have gone wrong.

Had they made it back to the van? Had they tried to come back to the house only to find the letter Azriel had left them? Had they taken the warning and found gas, drove up the road until they’d seen the Eryef signs her sisters had left her? 

“Stop overthinking, sweetheart,” Cassian breaks the silence. He wraps an arm around your shoulder swiping his thumb across the crease in your brows. “We’ll find them.”

“You don’t know that,” you huff, wringing your fingers together. Azriel peers over his shoulder from where he’s scouting ahead, stopping in his tracks until the both of you catch up. You can’t look at either man right now. If it weren’t for you, you’d probably all be back together as a group, or at least waiting safely back at the house of horrors. “We shouldn’t have left them.” 

Azriel pulls you straight into his arms and Cassian closes the pack by pressing his firm body against your back. You’re enveloped by arms and warmth, soaking in both of their confidence that both Feyre and Rhysand are safe and to keep moving is the correct decision for your group of three.

You’re still not quite used to this side of Azriel. How he’s more open to you than before, like it’s been just as much of a struggle to keep away from you as it has been for you. He’s no longer afraid to pull you into his side or chest or arms should he sense your overworking mind. You’re much like him in that way, always playing out every scenario before anything happens. It’s a hard habit to break, one that has gotten him this far, saved his ass more than once, and by the Mother he’ll do whatever he needs to to make sure you find them. 

“Feyre is safe with Rhys, and he is safe with her,” Azriel starts, planting his palms on either side of your cheeks. The marred skin is soft against your cheeks and he tilts your chin up so you’re forced to look in his eyes. The gold in them is stern, as are his following words. “We’re going to see what this Eryef is all about because that’s where they’ll go when they see the signs. We’re going to meet them there and all will be alright.”

“Well, as alright as things can be with the apocalypse and all,” Cassian adds, nuzzling his nose into the juncture of your jaw. The brush of his lips makes you want to laugh, but you’re frozen beneath Azriel’s stare.

“Okay?” he asks you, and he tries to ignore the way that Cassian’s kissing down your neck, running his hands from your hips up your sides. He tries to ignore the way your fingers clutch to the hem of his shirt in response, and the way that your lids flutter. He steps into you and you can feel their stiff cocks pressing into you from front and back. The air is shoved from your lungs the closer they lean. “We’re worrying about us first. We can’t help them if we can’t help ourselves, first. We need to stay level headed, right?”

His lips slanting against yours are all too convincing of that.

“Right?” he asks against your mouth, and you nod, gasping when Cassian’s fingers dip into the waistband of your pants. You grind your hips, drawing delicious moans from both men.

“Right,” you whine, fingers raking down Azriel’s chest. You need them, both of them right now, even in the middle of the fucking forest in the middle of nowhere. You don’t fucking care. “Need you both.”

“If we’re giving her what she needs,” Cassian says, leaning over you to caress Azriel’s jaw. He tucks his thumb and is tipping his chin back, gold eyes clashing with hazel. It makes Azriel’s throat bob and from your vantage point you want to crane your neck and lick over it. “Then we can’t deny her this, Azzy.”

He hums languidly but it chokes off when you press onto your toes to lap across the skin of his throat. It’s salty, musky, and his fingers on your hips tighten. It makes your legs clench together and your cunt drip with want.

“We shouldn’t,” Azriel groans because Gods does he want to. But he’s feeling too exposed out here like this, all tangled up with his lovers. It muddies his mind and if you’re all too preoccupied with the taste of each other, he worries you’ll attract walkers. “Not enough protection.”

“Don’t have any condoms,” Cassian mumbles against Azriel’s mouth.

“From walkers,” Azriel growls, biting at Cassian’s lips. It’s meant as a warning but all it does is make Azriel’s cock jump at the thought of your tight heat milking him dry. He wants to fill you up, watch Cassian fuck his way into you until you’re a moaning mess, leaking their seed. 

He’s right, though. You shouldn’t be doing what you’re doing even now. Anyone could be near hearing the three of you fooling around, dead or alive. It’s a dangerous situation that lust is trying to paint its way over, and no matter how badly you need to feel the press of their bodies against yours again, you need to be careful about it.

“I’m going to find you both a house,” Cassian says gruffly, disappointment lacing his heady tone. He brushes Azriel’s hair back with one hand, and with the other he’s holding you tightly. “One with a fence and room big enough for a garden. We’re going to find a place for Feyre and Rhys nearby, but not so close that they hear me fucking the both of you all day and all night.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head at his words. He says them like he means them, like this is going to happen, and you can admit that it sounds like heaven. Spending the rest of your days with the two of them, always together, never lonely.

“‘M gonna take care of you both,” he continues, tone going soft with promise. Both you and Azriel lean into him, cradling him close. Your stomach twists a little at the thought that passes through your mind like a shooting star. “We’re going to be okay.”

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“Only a few more miles,” Azriel says sometime later, when you’re taking a break. You’re munching on some of the meat Cassian had stowed away last night. You’d all been very lucky with that kill. Animals lurking the woods are a lot less common as they were at the beginning of the apocalypse, with all of the roaming zombies hungry for flesh and blood. They’ll take a bite out of anything with a pulse.

The meat is chewy and bland, but it’s better than most things you’ve eaten since the world ended. There was once when you and Feyre had to force down handfuls of flowers to ease the hunger pains contorting your bodies, but they hadn’t tasted as good as they smelled, but they’d kept you alive. 

“We should be there by nightfall, I reckon.”

You nod, forcing yourself to swallow. You’re not complaining, but your throat protests around the chewed meat, dry as it scrapes down your windpipe. Coughing, you try to dislodge it, and Cassian hands you his canteen to wash it down with. You beam gratefully at him.

“Do you think anyone will be there?” You ask, examining the jerky. “What do you think we’ll find?”

Azriel sighs as he thinks, leaning back against the tree behind him. His gold eyes scour the woods surrounding you. When they pass over your body and they rove down, drinking you in, then does he answer. “Hopefully we can at least find shelter.” 

You clench your thighs together. Clearly, he hasn’t forgotten about earlier when the three of you had been pressed so tightly together you were nearly one. Cassian shifts too and you can see the slight tenting of his jeans. Goosebumps awaken on your flesh as his bare arm brushes yours.

You’re about to speak but a twig snapping draws all of your attention, freezing in your spots.

You shove the rest of the meat into your mouth because by the Mother you will not waste it. Your body is tight with anticipation, and you draw your blade silently from your belt, preparing for the worst.

You peek a glance at Cassian, who shrugs a little. His hazel eyes are sharp, but he can’t see anything any more than you can. He sends a questioning glance over to Azriel, who silently shakes his head. He can’t see anything either.

The unmistakable groan of a walker sounds in the distance and your spine goes straight. It’s about time you’ve seen one. It’s been much too quiet as of late, and you pray to any God that will listen that it’s not a horde.

Slowly, you follow Cassian’s lead to stand. He offers you a hand and you move as silently as you can. Azriel’s already on his feet and moved closer to you. You hadn’t noticed how quickly and quietly he can be when he wants to. 

You’re kind of envious.

Slinging your backpack over your shoulders, both men cover you while you work it into place until your knife is back up at the ready. 

“C’mon you filthy vermin,” a voice cuts through the woods, not caring how loud they are. It carries through the trees easily, like an open field, though you still can’t see anything. “Just a  few more steps.”

It’s a low voice, but unmistakably a woman’s. She sounds agitated as well, especially when the male voice that follows is nothing but a sweet, teasing trap. “Ease up, fawn. We have all day.”

“We don’t,��� she disagrees. “Elain will wake soon and if something happens,” her voice pitches higher in distress and the male’s one turns soothing.

“Her condition hasn’t changed in months, Nes. She’ll hold on another day.”

You exchange glances with Cassian and Azriel but the confusion painting their faces is the same as that of yours. What the hell are they talking about?

The sound of a zombie groaning breaks them apart. The woman spits curses at it and her male counterpart chuckles. Cassian presses closer when the voices trail your way.

“All in good time, fawn,” the man says again and he’s back to calling her that nickname. 

“It’s not my fault that they’re so damn stupid. I swear, it’s like being at University all over again.”

You hold your breath as he laughs and she huffs.

There’s a loud snap, the sound of something crunching nearby. It’s a little too close for any of your liking, and when the two of them step around a large oak, finally in your line of vision, they halt.

You watch the smiles slip from their faces, their eyes going hard. Their hands are tangled together but they rip apart as they reach for their weapons. 

You, Azriel, and Cassian raise yours in defense, but no one moves.

The man’s auburn eyes blaze over the three of you, calculating. His features are sharper than the blade in your hand, eyes hard like he could light you on fire with a single look. His copper hair is finger rifled, tousled on the top of his head, but the unruly look works on him. You wonder if the smattering of freckles dusting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose are marks of all of his kills.

The woman beside him, however, somehow looks even more menacing. The hard lines around her mouth must be from frowning most of her life, much like she is now. Her dirty golden-brown hair is braided back from her face in two long plaits. There’s a bow strapped across her back, and you’re lucky that the three of you caught her whilst she was distracted.

She looks familiar, though, so familiar that it only takes you a moment to place her until you’re dropping your arm and stepping forward, ignoring how Azriel and Cassian grab for you.

The girl’s gray-blue eyes are sharp, deadly even. Her knife is curved and razor-edged, dark blood from her latest kill dripping off of the tip. She doesn’t look like she’s willing to extend any pleasantries in the slightest, but if the next three words out of your mouth don’t stop her from killing the three of you, then maybe you deserve it.

“You’re Feyre’s sister.”

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#acotar #azsazz #acomaf #acowar #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #azriel x cassian x reader #dead by dawn #acotar zombie au #zombie au #acotar au

[melting-houses-of-gold]

Been working on this monstrosity of an AU for weeks now, so yeeting this into the Tumblr void to keep myself accountable.

In the months and years that followed, the bleakness of their situation made itself known. Their doom, inevitable. There would be no allies, no rulers, no magical race who would come to their aid. Hope itself had abandoned their cause.

And, if late one evening, a small group crept from the palace and headed north, it no longer mattered. There was no one alive left to see it.  

#six sentence sunday #acotar #acotar fanfic #feyre archeron #nesta archeron #elain archeron #zombies #feysand #nessian #elucien #zombie au

[grimmusings]

⭐

Cassian (ACOTAR) + Nesta (ACOTAR): This asshole is finally starting to talk to me again after months of silence, and I screamed when you posted something about modern AU ACOTAR. High fantasy can be a struggle for me sometimes, but they would slay in a modern verse!

Frank Castle (Daredevil) + Harley Quinn (DC): Idk I just really want to throw Harley at one of my gruff guys like Frank or Brock and watch them have to deal with her chaos (but probably come to love her because she's adorable, obviously???).

Daryl Dixon (TWD) / Paul Rovia (TWD) + Ellie (TLOU): I looove crossovers, and mashing up these two zombie apocalypse universes would be so much fun! I could see Jesus as part of the Fireflies initially. Not sure what Daryl would be up to, but I'd love to find out!

#cassian #frank castle #daryl dixon #paul rovia #pleinsdemuses #memes #ask #you know i'll take every connection with you #💛💛💛

[honeyrei002]

Hello!! I'm Rei!! I have been meaning to get out here & just post already, but I keep getting distracted 😅 — that's not the point tho!!

I wanna start posting my writing, but I'm fairly new to both the platform & writing it's self — so we will see how this goes.

A little info about what I write!!

Video Games

- Call of Duty : MW2 (any characters from the campaign + König)

-Thinking of a possible zombie apocalypse au for MW2 <3

- The Last of Us (Joel & Elle, maybe Abby)

- Cyberpunk 2077 (Jackie & Johnny)

Books

- Acotar

- Shadow & Bone + Six or crows

TV + Movies

- Snk (Basically anyone but Zeke & Floch)

Just a warning — I'm probably only going to take requests for Mw2, TLOU, & Snk for the beginning, as those are kinda my current obsessions 😂😂.

(I also speak English, and a little bit of French & Russian. I'm not confident enough to write in them, but I can hold a covo — I will definitely in the future tho. :) )

Also, my asks are, or should be open. 9th

So feel free to say hi or leave requests!! :000

#snk #attack on titan #modern warfare 2 #mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #soap x reader #task force 141 #the last of us #joel miller #acotar x reader #shadow and bone x reader #cyberpunk 2077 #call of duty #fanfiction writer

[elizastormborn]

A cohesive list of all the projects I’m currently working on and have completed in the past. 

A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR)

In a World on Fire

Relationships: Nesta/Eris Rating: Mature Chapter(s): 1/?

Summary: Nesta was a horrible swimmer.

It was too uncouth her mother claimed whenever Nesta begged to join the others as a child.

But on occasion, under the dim light of twilight, she snuck out to the river's edge and threw herself to the mercy of the current. She’d nearly frozen the first night she tried. After having clawed her way on the bank, mud and grass caked under her nails, she laid there and let the wind lash violently at her exposed skin. Fractals of ice weighed down her lashes. It didn't matter to her, too exhausted to care, every pore in her body drained of the urge to fight.

Eventually, she learned – sort of. Cauldron be damned.

It hadn't prepared her for the invisible ocean she was drowning in now. Hadn't taught her how to survive a world so foreign to everything she knew – everything she had been.

Head underwater, lungs depleted, his hand was the life raft she didn't want to need.She was stronger now, didn't need necessarily need that life raft, but that didn’t stop her heart from wanting it…and the male attached to it.

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In a world on fire, where the flames licked away the dampness on her cheeks, Nesta was learning to build a home of her own.

Riverdale

She Had the Makings of a Queen

Relationships: Betty/FP Rating: Explicit Chapter(s): 2/?

Summary: She danced for the jacket, but now, after being crowned as Queen, Betty must undergo the full Serpent initiation.

There are seven laws she must learn, and seven challenges she must overcome. How hard can it be?

Bitter Sweet Chocolate

Relationships: Betty/Jughead Rating: Explicit Chapter(s): 1/1

Summary: Betty wanted it all: the power, the sex, and the man. She was very cognizant of the fact that she shouldn’t want this, of how wrong it was to partake in this. But – Gods forgive her – she did it willingly.Her heart would lurch every time his name popped up on her screen. And every time, she would always respond the same: I’ll be there.

Maybe that made her a glutton for punishment. She didn’t really care. It was like nothing she had ever felt before and she just kept on chasing the high. And every night after she returned home from his trailer, she felt a little closer to euphoria, a little more confident, but also so very frustrated.

Game of Thrones (GOT)

In the Ever After

Relationships: Rhaella & Rhaegar, Daenerys/Jon (minor) Rating: Mature Chapter(s): 1/1

Summary: A mother sees everything - even if she’s not there.

The Fates had warned Rhaella against watching them, and for the first year she had somehow been able to resist the temptation. Eighteen years later, she didn’t know why she had bothered listening to them. Now, all she did was wonder about what parts of their lives she missed in that gap.

Renegade (Crossover AU w/ iZombie)

Relationships: Daenerys/Jon Rating: Mature Chapter(s): 4/4

Summary: An absurd collection of dabbles where Jon and Dany navigate a zombie infested Seattle — iZombie style.

The contribution to spooky season that no one asked for.

#myworks #update #new masterlist #fanfic #fanfiction

[lovely-hesitation]

Hello, you can call Goar! Gonna be writing here my dark headcanons/pieces of my writing for some fandoms:

a court of thorns and roses (acotar) — I wanna torture 98 % of characters in those books.

degrees of lewdity (dol) — same here too, but more in emotional way. (Mostly in human category).

will maybe add new fandom… maybe.

my general rules for asks:

1. Don’t spam the same ask to me. I’m a slow snail person, who needs time to read, thought out the answer and then write that down.

2. Okay with most of dark themes, but don’t give me any asks with tw necrophilia. Not even gonna do that with zombie Au’s.

3. This is NSFW blog for me to practice writing in English with dark matters/themes. Get out if you not comfortable/have a remotely bad reaction to this.

If you comfortable with everything, then let’s go with AU’s would like to write!

Now, with AU’s:

1) Pet/Slave AU (can be asked in both fandoms) — idea come from lovely Lisa from @phantasmiafxndom. They write hella good pieces of writing with this AU.

In acotar — basically what would happen if the human race became more powerful than fae and enslaved them as the punishment for millions of crimes? That it.

The only characters I WILL NOT be writing are:

anyone new from a court of silver flames. didn’t read it, don’t wanna. just no.

But characters from previous books? Sure. Only the ones that have an actual names, not a fucking “Lady of the Autumn Court”.

In Dol — every RO (human) is sold to underground slave market. That it.

The only characters I WILL NOT be writing are:

animal RO’s. means no Great Hawk (yet), Black Wolf or any not human build characters. Some goes for Ivory Wraith.

But characters like Robin, Sydney, Kyler or even Morgan? Yes, sure!

2) Collector/Hunter AU (can be asked right now only with acotar) — idea come from my childhood obsession of collecting dead bodies of the insects in glass jars. Basically Reader is Collector of fae and monsters. Hunts them down, examines them, fucks them or what, makes their life’s a living hell and puts them in the glass jar. So, characters won’t lose their “canonical” characteristics, while in Pet/Slave AU they change a lot.

3) Parental AU (can be asked right now only with dol) — characters are being adopted by Parent! Reader. Fluff/angsty, dark and grim, light and warm.

I think that’s all for the time being. Right now I’m gonna plaster on the first page “THE REQUESTS ARE OPEN” and gonna watch what will happen next…

#main page #welcome to hell #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #degrees of lewdity #dol #headcanons #request rules

[acourtoffuckmylifeup]

OKAY BUT WHY DO PEOPLE THINK IT'S OKAY TO MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE AND THEN I REACH THE 14TH PAGE ON AO3 AND BOOM TURNS OUT THEY HAVEN'T UPDATED THE FANFICTION IN 3 YEARS

#every single time #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3fic #ao3 update #update as in never #i know youre probs busy or given up #but im obsessed over here #i need to know how it finished #did they survive the zombie au even tho theyre originally from outer space #did they finally become pirate lords #what happened #shoutout to the slow burns #when tf did they get together cause i certainly dont know #its called a slowburn because you can feel your soul slowly burning #help me #stop this torture #acomaf #acotar #sjm #sarah j mass #voltron #feysand #rowaelin #klance #shallura #otp #sjm books #throne of glass

[littleloric]

not me watching the walking dead and wishing for a good zombie apocalypse AU for ACOTAR

#it could be so fun

[somniatcr]

and once more, a tiny list of plots, aus, & wanted connections !!

any and all of the plots & aus found here, here, & here !!

literally anything in my wishlist tag !!

mythos aus for the upcoming spooky season  ( mythological creatures, magic / occult based threads, supernatural based threads, a buzzfeed unsolved scenario where they’re on a case and turns out this time the demon is actually real )

more general spooky season threads--- zombie apocalypse, haunted houses, corn mazes, halloween parties gone wrong  ( turns out the house was haunted or there was a killer in their midst ! ),  hocus pocus aus where turns out they actually brought three evil witches back from the dead

battle royale or the purge au  ( the darkest of the spooky season aus )

quest for magic aus where they live in a world where magic once existed but has since vanished  ( due to a spell or a curse cast by some wicked king or queen, etc )  and now the most unlikely of pairs has found themselves together on a journey to restore it

just unlikely pairs & team-ups in general, thanks

an ancient, immortal being and a time traveler who keep running into one another throughout different points in history

worlds split in two--- humans vs fae  ( think acotar, throne of glass, or the cruel prince )

game of thrones aus / verses

soulmate aus !!  arranged marriage aus !!  secret / fake dating aus !!

ships & dynamics  ( platonic, romantic, & familial )  that allow me to further explore my muses & their thoughts, their feelings, & the inner workings of their minds, their internal struggles--- especially for more complicated characters like felix, sylvain, dazai, chuuya, etc.

a thread based on the society where all the adults in the town / city have mysteriously vanished and they’re left alone, forced to live amongst one another, just trying to survive, and unable to leave or escape

a plot where two muses are incredibly close, perhaps even to the point that they’ve begun to develop feelings  ( or already have them, one sided or otherwise ),  but they’ve yet to actually meet in person

#probably more to come but i worked 14.5 hours yesterday and just woke up & #showered & i'm tired #anyway! good morning! plot these with me! #☆. ( wishlist )

[ao3feed-acotar]

I Can't Help Falling In Love With You

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2BwJS2F

by Amusedowl

Angst set in an Apocalyse au, done for an ask :)

Words: 2999, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Feyre Archeron, Rhysand (ACoTaR)

Relationships: Feyre Archeron & Rhysand, Feyre Archeron/Rhysand

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, AU, ask, Angst

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2BwJS2F

#ao3feed #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

[azsazz]

Dead by Dawn (Part 16)

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Zombie!AU: It’s been a while since the end of the world.

Warnings: Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, poly!relationship, slow burn, undead, death,

Word Count: 3,157

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15)

Notes: okay i forced myself to finish this part so it's a little shitty and not at all edited.

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Day 195 Part 2

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The forest goes completely still.

There are no moanings of zombies in the distance, no rustling of leaves on the trees. Even the wind has silenced with your words.

Surprise shocks the group around you. Nesta’s eyes narrow into a piercing glare. The untrust is clear in the way that she readjusts the knife in her hand, and Azriel shifts next to you, his intention to block her path to you should she lunge. Cassian looks like he could growl.

The man at her side flicks his russet gaze to his lover, a frown of concern on his face. He looks like he’s ready to step in front of her as well, but if you know her from any of the stories Feyre had told you, she’s much too stubborn to allow that to happen.

Her eyes are cold and calculating as they flick back and forth between yours, staring you down.

The zombie that they must have been taunting suddenly lurches from behind a large oak and you gasp a little, but Nesta doesn’t do so much as flinch. Instead, she keeps those sharp eyes pinned on you, Azriel, and Cassian while her companion turns to take care of the undead being stumbling behind them. It’s missing both of its eyes, a thick slash leaking black blood across its forehead and into its unseeing sockets. The smell that follows it has your stomach churning, your quick snack from earlier threatening to make a reappearance.

It’s kind of incredible, watching how easily the copper haired man slays the zombie, all while Nesta guards him from the three of you. She has the utmost confidence in him, that he will keep her safe, and she doesn’t need to turn away from who may potentially be the bigger threat, whether she knows it or not.

The man kills the zombie with ease. One quick jab of his knife into the base of its skull has the undead falling limp to the forest floor with a crunch that you’ll never get used to. The man grimaces a little when he wipes his knife clean on the calf of his pants, then returns to Nesta’s side, awaiting her lead.

No one speaks, and it’s a little unnerving. The sun has already started its descent into night, and there isn’t going to be much time for you, Azriel, and Cassian to find shelter for the night if things here don’t go well. Nesta had mentioned something about the middle sister, Elain, but you don’t hear a thing, so she must not be around. Is she with others? Have Feyre and Rhysand made it to Eryef before you? 

“Right?” you blurt, because no one’s speaking. “You’re Feyre’s older sister. Have they made it to you?”

“They?” Nesta questions and you deflate, knowing that they haven’t.

Cassian places his free hand on your shoulder in reassurance.

“Who are you?” the man next to her asks, and you watch his gaze dart to where the sun hangs low in the sky. He doesn’t seem to tense at its position, so you glean that wherever they’ve taken shelter must be close. No one wants to be caught out here after nightfall if they can help it.

“I’m (Y/N),” you offer and gesture to the men with you. “And this is Azriel and Cassian. I’ve been traveling with Feyre for a while now, and we joined forces with these two and their friend, Rhysand.” 

“Then where is she?” Nesta bites and you want to flinch, to duck away from the accusation lining her tone. It is your fault that your group has split up now, that you’re too far away for the walkie talkies to work. 

Neither you, Cassian, nor Azriel have an answer for her.

“She’s with our friend,” Cassian tries to console, because Azriel’s gritting his teeth so hard you think they might crack. He’s in a defensive position, and doesn’t like the way that Nesta is speaking to any of you. “They went back to our van but we couldn’t stay in the house we found because it was…infested. We left a note telling them where we went, and if they follow that, they’ll find your directions pointing to Eryef. When they get close enough, we can contact them on the walkies but as of this afternoon, they’re still out of range.”

“Rule number one of the fucking zombie apocalypse,” Nesta spits, “Don’t split up.”

You swallow roughly, fighting the pricking stinging your eyes. You know this and yet you’d been so stupid. The three of you should’ve waited for them to come find you, surely you could’ve survived in that house a few more hours—

You gag at the thought, turning away from the group. Cassian moves a few paces away with you, leaving Azriel to deal with Feyre’s sister and her counterpart as he tends to you. It makes something warm in your belly, the way that they fall back so easily into their roles; Azriel the menacing force, Cassian the caring charmer.

“You okay?” Cassian murmurs, his hand warm as he rubs your back. He keeps glancing over his shoulder, weary of the newcomers and how Azriel is going to handle them. He’s not very trusting, and everyone’s about to find that out the longer he’s left alone with them.

“Yeah,” you breathe, wiping your mouth. Nothing had come up but the motion seemed necessary. “I’m fine.”

He’s not all too sure that you’re fine but he ushers you back over to the rest of the group when you seem steady enough. He’ll ask you again later, when you find some privacy.

The group opposite you watches as you return. Azriel’s harsh stare keeps them from asking any questions. 

“Where is Eryef?” Azriel asks simply. Nesta blinks.

“Why should we tell you, when you don’t even have my sister with you?” she asks, raising a brow. A flicker of emotion crosses through her pale blue eyes but you can’t make out what it is.

“Surely you didn’t think painting a sign with the name of your safe haven would go unnoticed by everyone besides Feyre,” Cassian adds. “Do you turn away all of those who come seeking help?”

Her eyes narrow once again but it's her companion who answers the question.

“No one has tracked us down before.”

You share a look with your men. It’s not unusual to not have run into many humans out here…at least trustworthy humans. Maybe they’d run into the same problems as your little group, meeting those who wanted to kill. Or maybe their camp is so well hidden that no one really takes notice of it at all.

“Well, now you’ve got us,” Azriel states, “And we know Feyre, have a way of communicating with her should they be in range, so you either show us to Eryef or tell us to leave, because the sun is setting fast.”

The authority in his tone has you shifting on your feet, warmth dancing in your veins. Where this attitude of his had been an annoyance to you when you first met Azriel, now that it’s directed at someone other than you, it’s kind of hot. It also makes your stomach swoop when he speaks like this to you and Cassian during the intimate moments you share.

The copper haired man makes the decision for the both of them, in what seems to be much to Nesta’s dismay. 

“You can come with us to Eryef, but if Feyre and your little friend don’t show within two days time, you’re out.”

And yeah, that seems fair enough.  

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Eryef isn’t just a house, it’s a mansion.

Located within the confines of a gated community, you’re not sure you would’ve been able to miss something like this had you and your men come across it. The large, gold gates keep others out while expressing just how much money went into doing so. The streets are lined with brick, some loose in areas from lack of keep up during the apocalypse. They’d make for great weapons, should you need any, and it was smart thinking on Nesta and her companions' part, you think.

Inside of the gate house is a zombie who bangs on the window when you pass. Nesta hadn’t warned you about it, and since you’re traveling in the front of the group so that the two can keep their eyes on you, you startle, stumbling over your feet.

Azriel steadies you with a hand around your bicep, giving you a gentle squeeze to which you nod in response, letting him know that you’re okay. He shoots a sour look over his shoulder but Nesta is as stoney face as ever.

“We kept him alive in case anyone tried coming this way,” she explains, slipping through the gate, her hand tucked in her companions for help. He takes on the role of shutting the gate behind him and securing it with a padlock and thick chain. “Showing them that this place is as infested as the others will keep wanderers away.”

“Is this place infested?” Cassian asks, checking your surroundings as you all walk, the scraping of the zombie in the gate house getting softer as you move through the streets.

“There used to be a lot more,” is all Nesta says, taking the lead. She tosses over her shoulder, “But keep an eye out, just in case.”

“We spent some time trying to corral the monsters,” the man with the freckles explains. He seems a little more open to your presence, and you’re not sure if it’s because of the front Nesta is putting up or if he’s trying to get on your good side for an eventual backstab. “Cut off the arms of some, jaws of others,” he grimaces and your stomach churns. You slow your pace, not liking what you’re hearing. “The ones roaming around inside shouldn’t be able to harm you, but it’s not a guarantee.” 

So instead of killing the zombies infesting this once pristine neighborhood, they’ve mutilated them further? The thought makes you sick. You’ve seen some things since the end of the world, been through worse, but this…this is new.

“What’s your name?” you ask softly. You don’t have the highest hopes that he will answer.

His russet eyes soften as he answers you. “Eris.” 

“Nice to meet you, Eris,” you offer a gentle smile. “I’m (Y/N), and this is Cassian, and Azriel.”

Said men keep you tucked between them as you follow Nesta and Eris to wherever they’re staying. You let your eyes wander across the houses you pass. It’s like the world has gone frozen around you. There is no movement inside, no sign of distress from any of the homes in the community. 

You wonder if any of them had been like the situation you found at the last house you thought was safe. The family trapped in the basement.

You feel a bit queasy as you think of what happened down there, the horrors you saw when you opened that safe room.

You shove the thought from your mind the deeper you wander, down roads of loose brick. The houses only become bigger and bigger, looming over the streets. Some of them are even surrounded by their own fences, though this doesn’t seem like the kind of place one would be wary of their neighbors, only about the money they’d once been drowning in. 

Now, you see the fence around the houses as a second line of defense.

You pray that Feyre and Rhysand make it here safe, because if you can add to your group, get them to trust you enough to let you stay, you think one of these properties could be the place where Cassian might be able to start his garden. 

You can tell that he’s thinking the same thing because of how bright his hazel eyes are. He’s alert and drinking in everything that he can, and you can see the gears turning in his head as he envisions his own paradise, his own place where he can keep you and Azriel safe. His gaze is warm when they settle on you and a smile tugs the corner of his lips.

The thought sends butterflies off in your stomach. Enjoying the warm feeling, you delve into better thoughts while following along. You’re so lost in your head that you hardly even notice the group coming up to what you think is the biggest house you’ve ever seen.

Craning your neck back, you take in the large, forest green house. There are columns of wood on the expansive porch, wrapping around the side of the mansion. There are a few rocking chairs creaking softly with the wind, and it looks picturesque, the thought of sitting out there with a warm cup of coffee on an autumn day, Azriel on one side of you with Cassian on the other—

“Welcome to the Woodland House,” Eris says, unlocking the door with a set of keys. You suppose it’s not uncommon to have a set of keys for a mega mansion in the middle of the apocalypse, but you do wonder where he found them…if they were sitting out on the counter or if he took them from a zombie's pocket. 

You follow the pair inside. It’s like entering another world. Despite the home's large nature, the inside is warm and welcoming, so different from what the world has come to.It makes your chest ache. 

The furniture is oversized and cozy, mis-matched pieces that make the entire space look lived in. There’s a stocked fireplace in the living room with a large woodpile beside it, ready for the long winter. 

“We’ll speak more after dinner,” Eris tells you when his tour comes to an end. Nesta had darted off up the stairs while Eris offered to show you around. Nesta had thrown over her shoulder that it was pointless to do so because you will be gone if her sister doesn’t show up, but Eris only rolled his eyes in response. “This is where you’ll be staying for the next few nights.”

You brace yourself as he opens the door to the basement of the house. You tense a little as you stare down the stairs, brought back to the last scene of the large home you’d been in the basement of. Eris must mistake it for something else because he’s quick to continue. “I know how it must look, but you’re still intruders in our home and we must be careful. If I could put you somewhere else I would,” he promises. “When Feyre returns to her sisters we can give you something that better suits your needs.” 

“It’s alright,” Cassian answers, his thick hand falling to the small of your back in a comforting motion. You release the air caught in your lungs and follow Azriel down the stairs. “Thank you for your generosity, Eris.”

He smiles, looking pleased. “Of course. Dinner will be in one hour. See you then.” 

He shuts the door softly behind you and you’re tense, waiting for the click of a lock, trapping you inside, but it never comes.

Your shoulders droop with relief. Cassian is already halfway down the stairs by the time you and Azriel have shared a look and turn to follow.

“Holy shit,” Cassian breathes, “This place is fucking insane.”

It is. It’s a fully furnished space and it’s the size of another house. You almost don’t want to step off of the last stair into the carpeted cream carpets with your dusty shoes. It looks so soft you think if you lay down you’d be asleep within minutes.

There would be no need to do that, though, because in the middle of the room sits two large sofas that look like clouds. There’s a large screen and projector for movies and if this place had power it would be the place everyone would hang out at. You just know it.

Exploring further, drinking in its luxury. There are two bedrooms and an office, all fitted with pristine furniture and so clean that it feels like there’s no apocalypse happening outside of these walls. 

It seems like Nesta and Eris have been here since the beginning, unless they’d managed to take over this mega-mansion and keep it from being looted, defended, and stocked. You suddenly wonder if there are more to their party.

It’s a safe haven, if Feyre and Rhys can make it here.

On a whim, you find yourself digging through drawers and searching through offices, the bedrooms, trying to find anything you can for an insight on what is going on here. Who owned this house? Where are the signs of humans? 

You pull open one of the closets, shoving the winter coats out of the way but also taking note of them for when the summer winds down and the winter sets in. You’ll need warmth, especially if they don’t allow you to stay. You’ll have to speak with Cassian and Azriel about what you’re all going to do, how you’ll manage to get away with some extra necessities.

Getting down on your hands and knees you crawl further into the space when your gaze snags on a cardboard box shoved as far into the corner as it can. You drag it out, sitting back on your haunches, ripping open the flaps.

It’s memorabilia from what seems like another life.Trophies and sports ribbons, a signed baseball. There’s an old science project, a replica of the planets in space. 

Digging further, your fingers brush a picture frame and you pull it out, examining the family. It was taken in the great room upstairs, the loving parents behind their seven smiling sons. One is getting his ear pinched by the father, a twist of pain on his face and you frown eyes moving up to the culprit, the vile person who could treat their son this way—

Beron. 

You’d recognize the face of the man who wanted to eat you anyday.

The frame falls from your grasp with a crash. 

“Are you okay? What’s going on?” Cassian asks urgently, as both of the men dart to your sides. Bile sits high in your throat and your breathing is short, shallow because you’re under the roof of what is his home. “Sweetheart?” 

You can’t speak. Your heart races in your chest and your hands tremble even when Cassian pulls them into his strong, reassuring grip. 

Azriel shoves the fallen frame away from the photo that’s loose, glass clinking loudly throughout the basement. He stands, staring at the picture, his fingers clenched so tightly at its corners that it begins to crumple under his unbridled rage.

You squeeze your eyes shut as Azriel shows the photograph to Cassian. You can’t look at it again, can’t see those hateful eyes staring back at you, taunting you—

“Oh, fuck.” 

Oh, fuck indeed.

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[ao3feed-mythology]

Midsummer's Eve

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by The Rose Mistress (Semilune)

★ Final Fantasy XIV, Monster AU (18+). Chapter One = T.o.C. Influenced by InuYasha, ACOTAR, and Shakespeare. Come heed the tale of the Witch, the Wyrm, and the Wraith.

✦ Chapter 5: "What Fools These Mortals Be." “Ah.”  Something colder in the voice, then.  “You have been here before.”  A dusty rattle of air.  “You smell of the lich yard.”

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I know of a mountain where the wild magick blows, Where periwinkle glistens and the nodding violet grows, A summit cold and distant whence the sun at daybreak goes, Rich in tender secrets that a lonely monarch knows.

The wildest hath not such a heart as he—! The dragon flies, and the magpie holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin ...

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And the course of true love never did run smooth— And you, in my respect, are all the world. So how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is there to look on me? Tongue, lose thy light. Moon, take thy flight.

Thus do I die. Thus, thus, thus—! Now I am dead, Now I am fled, My soul is in the sky.

❅ ☾ ✧ ☽ ❅

Words: 9609, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Hear, Feel, Think

Fandoms: Final Fantasy XIV, InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas, Midsummer Night's Dream - Shakespeare, Faerie Folklore, Fairy Tales & Related Fandoms

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Aymeric de Borel, Estinien Wyrmblood, Alphinaud Leveilleur, Alisaie Leveilleur, Thordan VII (Final Fantasy XIV)

Relationships: Aymeric de Borel/Warrior of Light/Estinien Wyrmblood, Aymeric de Borel/Warrior of Light, Warrior of Light/Estinien Wyrmblood, Aymeric de Borel/Estinien Wyrmblood

Additional Tags: Not a Crossover, Alternate Universe - Fae, Alternate Universe - Dragons, Fae & Fairies, Fae Magic, Magic, Witches, Witchcraft, Inspired by InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, Eventual Smut, Eventual Sex, Rituals, Sacrifice, Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters, Monsters, Human/Monster Romance, Interspecies Romance, Romance, Sexual Tension, Spooky, Male Slash, Polyamory, Bisexuality, Curses, Undead, Zombies, Curse Breaking, Soul Selling, Supernatural Illnesses, Faustian Bargain

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[azsazz]

Dead By Dawn (Part 14)

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Zombie!AU: It’s been a while since the end of the world.

Warnings: Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, poly!relationship, slow burn, undead, death, mentions of cannibalism, SMUTTT

Word Count: 2,686

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13)

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Day 194 Part 3

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The sun is setting and Cassian’s ass is numb.

He hasn’t felt his legs in hours but the way you’re clinging to him so tightly has him going strong. He had found the bunker that caused you to feel this way, so he’s going to suffer the consequences. 

Though, with you in his lap, it’s not really suffering.

You’ve fallen asleep against his chest, his fingers tracing the same soothing pattern across your scalp as he had begun doing when he’d led you outside. He’s thankful you’re asleep. He was worried you wouldn’t be able to sleep with the thought of what you’d seen down in that basement running through your mind.

He can’t stop thinking about it; the blood, the bodies, the message. A desperate man seemingly wanting to keep his family safe for as long as possible, only to be their end, selfishly grasping to stay alive until madness drove him to his death.

Cassian doesn’t know if he’ll ever sleep again.

Sure, you’ve all seen things on par and worse—fuck, the dead are walking these days, but still, this particular instance has shaken all of you to the core, and there must be a reason why.

Azriel is leaning against his shoulder, as if needing the support himself. Cassian will gladly take the burden, even though he knows this is Azriel’s way of showing he understands, that he is here for him even if he doesn’t have the words to reassure you nor Cassian. 

He rests his head atop Azriels.

“You okay?” Azriel asks softly, nudging his head against Cassians. His voice is scratchy and low, the first time any of the three of you have spoken in hours. He’s eyeing the stray zombie that’s groaning loudly just outside the gate. Its bony arms stick through the iron fence, jaw gaping and snapping loudly. It’s far enough away that neither of the men see it as an immediate threat, but he’ll take care of it before you leave.

Cassian nods, swallowing thick. “Yeah,” he says, but he doesn’t mean it.

“I think we should leave,” Azriel suggests. A part of him really thinks that you shouldn’t—that you need to wait here for Rhys and Feyre. They’re going to reach the van, they’ve found gas and might already be at the car by now. They’re probably just having a quick fuck in the backseat. But he’d written them a letter and left it in plain sight, right on the kitchen counter where they won’t be able to miss it.

He can’t help but run his fingers over your hand, curled tightly in Cassian’s shirt. You’ve whimpered in your sleep once and he thought you might wake, chased by the nightmares he’d seen you have the first night you met, but you didn’t. Cassian’s soothing touch had calmed you right down, signing into his neck.

Cassian hums his agreement. There isn’t much else to say, he doesn’t want to stay in this place. It’s like a bad omen, he thinks, if you all stayed under the same roof as the atrocity. 

It’s bad enough you all fucked in their bed.

You rouse, lifting your head from the crook of his throat and squinting against the bright sun to meet their gazes. You stare at them for a moment, drinking them in, how they’re touching you, touching each other, searching for something they’re worried you won’t find. 

But you do. You know that there is no staying, and you relax against Cassian’s chest for a moment more, letting him tuck you in tighter for a final hug before helping you to your feet. 

You’re a bit unsteady, still shaken, and Azriel helps right you with firm hands on your hips, pressing close into your back so you can lean against him if you need. You take what he’s offering, placing your hands over his.

He goes still under your touch. 

You want to flinch, apologize profusely for touching his scars, but you don’t. You soothe your thumb across the textured skin and tip your gaze over your shoulder to meet his, showing him that you are not put off by his scarring.

Azriel’s mouth is set in a firm line, eyes hard and closed-off. You can’t get a read on him and it's like the both of you are locked in battle, but you won’t back down. You refuse to.

Eventually, he relents, slowly melting into you, as if you’ve become a shoulder to lean on instead of something reminding him of his scars. You grin proudly at him.

“We’re leaving,” Cassian says quietly, testing the waters between you and Azriel. He looked uneasy for a moment there, worried about Azriel completely flipping his shit, but he’s smiling softly at the both of you, heart full in his chest.

You nod, agreeing with their decision. Azriel pulls away from you to head back into the house. He’s going to find something to write a note to Rhysand and Feyre, letting them know exactly where you’ve gone.

Unsheathing your knife, you hold it firmly in your grasp, preparing for departure. It feels like it’s been a century since you’ve wielded it, but it’s hardly been a day.

Cassian wants to snatch the knife away from you and replace it with his fingers, twisting them together like they’re meant to be.

“We’ll find them,” you say it more to assure yourself than anything else, but Cassian nods nonetheless.

Azriel returns with your packed bags, sliding it across your shoulders so it sits nice. It’s heavier than it was the other day, and if it's because he’d haphazardly stuffed things into it in a rush to leave, you can’t blame him. His fingers trail down your arms as he retreats, and shivers race down your spine.

Cassian’s blade slides easily into the temple of the moaning zombie on the other side of the gate. The decaying creature goes silent, slumping forward to crash into the fence before sliding into an unmoving pile of rot on the asphalt.

You grimace, watching him wipe the blood on its torn clothes before sheathing it and shoving the gate open. He lets Azriel take the lead.

No one talks as you make your way back towards the van. You’ve agreed to start there and then head north, sticking near the main road in case Rhys and Feyre have managed to make it to the car.

All is quiet as you walk. Only the sounds of your own footsteps skidding across the ground can be heard, and you’re saddened at the thought of how happy you all had been to find a place like that to take shelter in.

It had been a perfect house. There wasn’t much to do on your group's end, tasks that any homeowner would have to make anyways, normal upkeep like fixing the hole in the fence and boarding up broken windows. But that basement…what you found down there will never part from you.

You glance at Cassian from the side of your eyes, admiring his perfect profile, wondering what the normally jovial man is thinking about.

It’s not pretty, what’s going inside of his head. He’s thinking about what that father had done to his children and he’s reminded of Beron—the crazy redheaded man who had set fire to Azriel’s hands and kidnapped you. 

He was going to do to you exactly what the man in the house had done to his sons.

Cassian’s fingers curl into fists.

You open your mouth to speak, to reassure him or ask him if he wants to talk about it or something, when Azriel asks, “Do you both see that?”

You whip your head around, looking at where he’s pointing. It’s an old billboard, a panel missing and fallen on its side, but it's shining bright red letters across the green read:

Eryef—15 miles north.

“It could be old,” Azriel comments. You would glare at his pessimistic answer, but you realize that he’s only being realistic. He doesn’t want anyone getting too excited over something that could be months old. 

Cassian takes his knife and runs the tip of it through the bright red paint. It curls, lifting with a wretched screech that makes you cringe and look over your shoulder, checking your surroundings. Azriel’s gritting his teeth but Cassian is too invested in examining the paint.

“Can’t be more than a few days old, I’d say,” he says, sheathing his blade. “Where do you think it leads?”

The three of you turn to the message again. Eryef…could be the name of a newly founded town, like the ones you’d heard rumors of: communities filled with survivors, coming together like people should have before the world turned into this festering shithole. 

Something is telling you it's not though. The name sounds too familiar for it to be that easy. You wrack your brain for solutions, wondering if Rhysand and Feyre had stumbled upon this very sign while they were out—

“Feyre,” you exclaim, clamping a hand over your mouth. Both men turn to you, looking down at you in confusion.

“We’re going to find her soon, sweetheart,” Cassian says, soothing your hair from your face.

You roll your eyes playfully, batting his hand away. He’s so sweet you feel butterflies running rampant in your stomach. His scowl turns heated at the look you’re giving him, and you know he wouldn’t say no to a quick fuck in the woods. Maybe Azriel could keep watch.

But as your gaze flicks to the other man in your group, you know there will be no keeping watch. The hazel is molten, mouth pulled slightly in a corner to smirk at you like the cock man you know him to be. You want to preen beneath their full attention, and you jump as a branch cracks loudly in the woods.

Azriel shoves you behind him, his reflexes quick. You shove his back in annoyance, swallowing thickly as you feel the corded muscles through his shirt. Now is not the time.

You move your attention to the woods. Cassian’s blade is out again and Azriel’s removed the shotgun from his shoulder, taking in the scene, sunlight streaming through thick branches and lush grasses.

A buck stands not too far away. It’s frozen still just as the three of you are, taking you in like you are it, debating if it should deem you a threat and retreat into the thicket.

You sure hope it doesn’t.

You hardly even breathe as you watch it, and seconds feel like an eternity. Finally, the buck returns to its grazing and you wonder if Azriel will take the shot.

It will be loud and zombies for miles will filter your way. There is no turning around for you, you won’t dare to seek cover at the house of horrors you’d left. You need to find Feyre and Rhys, and you need to start moving north.

If only you knew where to find them.

It’s Cassian who kills the buck. Surprisingly skilled with the blade in his hand, he tosses it with a strong arm, and you watch it soar through the trees like a spear. Bright sunlight reflects off of the shiny blade—you’ve caught Cassian sharpening and cleaning it more than once, with all of their stockade from the van—and it lights up the forest, spooking the animal, but too late.

“We’re going to be eating good tonight, my sweets,” Cassian grins, chest puffed with pride at the sight of his kill. He takes off into the forest, not a worry in the world about anything else lurking around, ready to pounce, and Azriel grumbles, hooking the gun back over his shoulder in favor of pulling out his own blade, taking your hand with his free one, and following Cassian into the woods.

“If we can afford to start a fire,” Azriel grunts, and your stomach gurgles in response. He glances down at you, a slight frown on his face in worry. You blush, squeezing his hand in reassurance. You never quite thought you’d have someone like this, let alone two, one hunting to feed you and the other worried about your well-being. You can admit, it’s mighty nice.

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“Earlier,” Azriel starts, making sure you’ve had your fill of cooked deer meat before taking some of his own. He offers a thick slice to Cassian, who’s still hanging meat over the makeshift spit he’d created, hands bloodied up to the elbow. He wouldn’t let Azriel anywhere near it, even though the other man had protested that he was fine around fire. Cassian wasn’t having it. He takes the food with a playful nip at Azriel’s fingers, winking at him before continuing his work. “You said Feyre. You didn’t just mean that we had to find them.” 

You nod, chewing the meat in your mouth. It’s delicious, and Cassian complained the whole time he was gutting the animal that if he’d had his garden, dinner would be accompanied by a fresh salad with all of the pickings. 

It had only made you hungrier and pray for a solace where he’d be able to do just that.

You swallow, the food filling a part of you you hadn’t known was so neglected. You need to pace yourself. You don’t want to get sick off of the meat before your body can soak up the nutrients. You’ll be damned if you let Cassian’s hard work go to waste.

“Eryef, it's Feyre spelled backwards,” you explain, watching the way their eyes light up. “I think it's them—her sisters, I mean.”

Azriel looks thoughtful, considering your words as he takes a large bite of food. It makes sense, but what’s the possibility that they’re in the same area? That they’re searching for her as well?

“My smart little bird,” Cassian compliments, crouching before you to place a smacking kiss on your forehead. It makes you blush and offer him a bite of your food, but he seems more interested in your lips, though he is mindful enough to keep his bloody hands off of your clothes.

You give in, rewarding him with a kiss and a bite of deer meat. He thanks you with a grin, then slides over a foot to where Azriel is settled beside you, pouting for a kiss from the man as well. Azriel rolls his eyes but obeys, leaning forward to meet Cassian’s tongue with his own.

It makes your body stir with need, watching the two of them like this. Cassian’s fingers curl against the log as he tries his best not to get the gore of the animal on his beloved, but Azriel looks like he could care less, biting at Cassian’s lips in a feral sort of way that has you pressing your thighs together tightly. You watch their tongues clash, fighting in the loving way that they have, chests heaving together and apart, together where they’re supposed to be.

You see the moment Azriel snaps back into reality. His spine goes still and his fingers are still in Cassian’s hair. He’s probably got a load of buck fat in his thick locks but Cassian couldn’t give a shit less when you’re both looking at him like that, all bedroom eyes and squirming bodies. He leaves the both of you to tend to the small fire, needing it but not wanting to draw any attention. Cassian will be up all night smoking the meat at this rate, and you intend on staying up with him.

There had been debate about returning to the house, building the fire within the fence, but you had vetoed it, not only because of the harrowing scene in the basement, but also because of the note you’d left Rhysand and Feyre should they come back. A 911 message that you were heading in this direction, sticking close to the main road and keeping an eye out for a beat-up pink Volkswagen. 

“You truly think it’s them?” Azriel asks, tone taking on a softer note.

You meet his gaze, nodding firmly. “I do. And I think Rhysand and her went that way.”

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[azsazz]

Dead by Dawn (Part 13)

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Zombie!AU: It’s been a while since the end of the world.

Warnings: Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, poly!relationship, slow burn, undead, death, mentions of cannibalism, SMUTTT

Word Count: 4,702

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12)

Notes: Sorry for the long wait but the time has finally cum

Also, this one is pretty gory, major tw for deceased children (they're not zombies tho)

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Day 194 Part 2

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“We are,” he answers, thumb stroking a soothing pattern across the exposed skin of your waist, calming you as if you might bolt away from them. “But that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for one more.”

“One more,” you echo, eyes bouncing from Cassian’s to Azriel’s, behind you. The shadow pressing you further into Cassian’s chest is as serious as you’ve ever seen him, nodding firmly. They want this. You want this. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Azriel murmurs, meeting the lust filled gaze of his partner. Cassian’s deep hazel eyes are glued to your face though, primal and wanting painted clear as day. It makes Azriel's cock twitch in his pants.

Cassian continues, stroking a calloused thumb gently across your cheek. “We want you,” and there’s nothing but trust and truth sparkling within that look. You swallow roughly at the sight, at the low words that are nearly a growl of how much he wants you. “Do you want us?”

“Gods, yes,” you sigh, picturing what it will be like to have both of them in the same moment. Two men, complete opposites in personality, but have somehow found companionship in each other, in you. You’ve dreamt about the both of them together and the things they’ve done, but this time, the fleeting flash includes you too.

But there’s a part of you that’s still nervous. You crane your neck as best you can to meet Azriel’s blazing eyes, pupils dilated and fingers tightening on your hips as you give your attention to him. Only days ago he hated you, would take any opportunity to snap at you, but now…now he’s looking down at you like you’re the cure for this zombie-infested world. 

You’re looking for the confirmation that he wants this but it’s clearly written on his face, gold eyes glimmering, fingers stroking your sides in encouragement. If that wasn’t enough of an answer, the corner of his mouth curling upwards into a grin surely does the trick, your heartbeat fumbling at the sight of something you hardly often see.

Your body reacts to him as he leans down. You fist his freshly cut locks as  he abandons holding your waist to cradle your neck instead, guiding you to meet his lips halfway. Azriel’s fingers press lightly into your neck as he sweeps his tongue into your mouth with a groan, tasting you once more.

Cassian’s hands roam freely, one finding your own and he twines your fingers together and lets you hold him like a vice while Azriel lays claim to your mouth. He watches the both of you intensely, cock achingly hard in his pants as he does so. The sight of Azriel finally taking what he wants from you, demanding and in charge always arouses him, especially as he sees the pink of his tongue as it dips into your mouth.

His other hand slides beneath your shirt to palm at your breasts. You moan in response, bowing your back for him as those calloused fingers smooth across your pebbled nipples. It’s the perfect angle of your body to writhe back against the hot cock at your backside. Your underwear is already soaked with your arousal and your jeans are feeling much too constricting right now.

Cassian can’t decide where he wants to taste you first. He wants to run his tongue across your peaked nipples, suck on the soft flesh of them and leave a red mark of his own, but the exposed skin of your throat around Azriel’s fingers is too inviting not to pass up. He leans down to kiss at your neck and you gasp into Azriel’s mouth but he soothes his tongue over yours and you fall back into the kiss easily, enjoying the feeling of Cassian’s teeth grazing softly as both men press you closer between them.

The three of you take up the entire doorway of the small bathroom but none of you care. Until Cassian hits his elbow on the doorframe as he hastily pulls his shirt over his head to let your wandering hands roam the planes of his chest.

“Fucking shit,” he curses, clutching his elbow with a pout. He frowns and you can’t help but laugh, finally pulling away from Azriel and looking up at him through dazed eyes. You’d heard the sound of his bone hitting the wood and winced, accidentally biting down on Azriel’s lip in the process. Indeed, you spot his tongue swiping out to lap up a bead of blood from where you’d punctured his lip. Shooting him an apologetic look, Azriel only shrugs in response, grinning down at you.

“Hello, that hurt,” Cassian exclaims, drawing you away from your heated stare with Azriel. You blush, turning away but shift your hips back against his, as much as a silent apology and a ‘we’ll finish this soon’ motion you’re willing to give. 

The soft thrust he answers with has heat coiling low in your gut.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, and are surprised by how gravelly your voice is with lust. Cassian’s eyes flash, the pout flattening as you give him your attention. “Want me to kiss it better?” 

He smirks, baring his canines, bumped elbow forgotten. He ducks his head, so close to you that his long lashes and lips brush against yours. 

“I know exactly what you can kiss,” Cassian says and doesn’t wait for an answer as he sweeps you into a kiss.

He doesn’t stop there, hauling you into his arms without detaching your lips makes you swoon, hands finding his hair and burying themselves deep. The kiss is animal, the raw need for you overtaking him completely. His chest is bare and you let your hands fall, exploring those broad shoulders covered in inky swirls, down the front of his chest. You wish he’d stripped you of your own shirt so you can press against him fully, bared and ready for his touch.

Azriel isn’t far behind, guiding the both of you in your ravenous states to the only room on the first floor. None of you care where you end up, as long as you’re all a writhing pile of bodies kissing and touching and fucking.

Cassian works at the button of your pants with one hand while Azriel tugs your shirt off from behind. His hands are like ice in the best way, light touches causing goosebumps to break out across your flesh as he pulls the fabric from your body.

Fingers dip into your undone pants, brushing across your clothed cunt and you cry out in pleasure, arching at the greedy touch, body falling back into Azriel’s, who catches you without trouble. He settles the both of you onto the bed, you between his legs as Cassian kneels over you, drinking the both of you in.

“Fucking perfect,” he mutters, eyes shining. A long moment passes, the man getting his fill of the two beacons in this hell infested world, feeling like he’s nearly whole again, but Cassian won’t get emotional, not right now when you’re half naked and thighs are spread wide for him to continue.

So he does, hands finding your skin first, followed by his mouth. Your chest heaves with pleasure as he works his way down, sucking a nipple into his mouth like he’s been waiting for, kneading the other in a large hand. Azriel’s stroking soothing patterns down your sides that do nothing to calm you down, only work you up more while he mutters filthily in your ear.

“Been thinking of all the ways we can take you,” he whispers, breath hot as you stare down at Cassian, working his way down your chest to the sensitive skin of your hips. You whimper at the words and the man dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear. “All of those positions, what you’ll do with my cock in your mouth and Cassian’s in your cunt, or me in your cunt and him in your ass…so many possibilities.” 

You swear you could cum by his words and Cassian’s touch alone, but the latter is peeling your pants down your legs, panties along with them and suddenly you’re bare and glistening for him and he’s grinning like a wolf.

“Azriel, help me out here, would you?” He asks and Azriel doesn’t have to be told twice. His hands hook beneath your knees, pulling your legs higher, exposing more of your cunt to Cassian.

You grapple for something to hold onto when Cassian dips down and licks a stripe up your cunt for his first taste. You settle on digging your nails into Azirel’s forearms, who’s mouthing at your neck, eyes pinned to the man slipping his tongue through your folds.

“Heavens above,” you gasp, hips already canting for more.

“And hell below,” Azriel adds breathily, watching the way Cassian’s mouth devours you. He’s suddenly all too aware that his cock is pinned between your body and his.

Fuck. It’s been so long that you can already feel the coiling of heat flushing through your gut. You want to cum desperately, and Cassian is more skilled than you thought, tongue fucking into you before he sweeps upwards, swirling around your sensitive clit with fervor while Azriel spreads your legs wider for him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Cassian presses a finger into you, then two, curling them into your slick. They drag across your walls while he flicks your clit with his tongue, lathing over it in a slow lick that has your body bowing from the bed before he’s working you even faster now, fingers fucking into you while his mouth works its magic.

Your head collapses back on Azriel’s shoulder and he takes the opportunity to taste the sounds falling from your lips. As if by some telepathic agreement, Cassian’s free hand replaces Azriel’s, holding your legs spread for him while the man behind you snakes his hand down your front, tweaking your nipple at the same time Cassian nips at your swollen bud.

You cum with a cry that might have zombies swarming the property but you don’t care, not when you feel this good, their touch swallowing you as you fall off the edge of reality. Black dots your vision and your body shudders with the force of your orgasm, all for him, all for them. 

“Good girl,” Azriel says against your lips. You find the strength to bury your fingers in his hair, the other finding the back of Cassian’s neck as he rises from between your legs.

You think he’s going to kiss you, you want him to, want to thank him on your knees with his cock in your mouth, but instead he’s seeking out Azriel, sharing the taste of you with him with a groan that reverberates through your bones. Your breath hitches as you watch the both of them kiss, grunting softly as they battle for more with you pressed between them. 

Fuck, if they aren’t magnificent looking like that; pink tongues darting out to meet each other, red lips puffy with lust as they go. It makes you want to reach your hand down and touch yourself through it, the ethereal beauty of the men surrounding you.

Cassian is the first to break the kiss. He only pecks you on the lips with a murmur of appraisal that leaves you whimpering as he backs off of the bed, hands finding the button of his pants. Your mouth goes dry and Azriel is gently urging you off of him so he can join Cassian, who pauses his own work to help Azriel with his shirt.

Gods, you don’t know how they manage to stay in such shape though the end of the world. The cutting lines of Azriel’s hips emerge from beneath the black shirt Cassian’s slowly shoving up his body, as if he knows what a show is being displayed and wants to taunt you further. It’s hard to show you all of the angles Cassian wants to share but then there’s abdominals for days. You see matching swirling tattoos, the same ones that span across Cassian’s shoulders and then Azriel’s being led into a twist of his torso to show off the large wings tattooed on his back. Your breath catches in your throat at the intricacy of the needle work.

“Wow.”

Cassian smirks, running a large hand down the corded muscle of Azriel’s back, right across the wings. The latter shudders pleasurably in response and you tuck that information away for later. “I know right?”

He helps him with his pants, and Azriel’s scarred fingers tug Cassian’s down in one fell swoop, throbbing cocks bobbing upwards as they’re released from their confines. A heated glance passes between them before they’re finally turning towards you in all of their glory for you to feast upon.

“I haven’t had sex in ages,” you breathe, drinking in the long lengths of them. Gods, they’re so big and ready for you, pearls of precum at the tips and standing at attention. “I’ll have to work up to the both of you.”

Azriel chokes and Cassian groans your name, planting his hands on either side of you, forcing you to look up at him with those wide eyes. 

“We don’t ever expect you to have to take us both at the same time,” his voice is rough, strained. “But fucking hearing you say it makes me want it so badly. And if you want it someday, we’re more than willing to fill you with your needs.”

Your exhale is ragged as you picture the three of you together. Yes, yes, you want both of them inside of you, if not today, then when you have more time, when you’re more prepared, when you’re clean and familiar again with the act of sex. 

You nod because you don’t trust your voice right now. Cassian gives you a reassuring smile as Azriel climbs up onto the bed with both of you.

“Cass, at the head of the bed, please,” Azriel grunts, unable to take his eyes off of you. You feel much the same, even when Cassian wrenches Azriel’s head up with a sharp hand and kisses him harshly before doing as told. He settles himself against the headboard, hands propped behind his head looking oh-so ready for what’s about to come.

You find yourself more than ready for whatever direction the dark haired man is about to give you too.

“There you go,” he guides you gently to your hands and knees so you’re face to face with a smiling Cassian. His gaze softens as Azriel puts you where he wants you, reaching a hand out to stroke softly down your cheek, a question in his eyes.

You nod, more than eager to join them. You open your mouth to speak but Azriel’s brushing his fingers through your soaked folds and your arms nearly give out at the touch.

“All ready for me,” he nearly sounds like he’s in disbelief to have you on your hands and knees for him, ready for the taking. You peer over your shoulder to catch the bright golden eyes, the way they’re devouring you whole while he strokes his cock. 

“Please,” you exhale and he looks up. “Please.”

Azriel agrees and your breath sticks in your chest at the hot press of his tip, guiding himself into you with a groan. “So fucking tight,” he pants, and you have no response as he inches in.

Your arms are shaking so badly that you don’t think you’ll be able to hold yourself up. Cassian’s hands find your biceps, curling around and helping steady you. You thank him with a pleading look and he’s the only thing keeping you up as Azirel’s hips meet yours and you rock forward.

“It’s okay,” Cassian assures you, helping you down to your elbows. You’re face first with his cock, resting thick and hot against his lower abs. You want to take it in your mouth, want to taste him the way he tasted you. 

So you do.

On the pull of Azriel’s hips you fist Cassian’s cock, the both of them moaning deep and low. Azriel curses at the feeling of your warm walls around him, slick with excitement and pleasure while you drag the beading pearlescent precum down Cassian’s large shaft. You’re nearly drooling for him and his hands find your hair, sweeping it up into a fist as you guide your head down to taste.

He’s too big to fit all the way down, and your jaw stretches uncomfortably, but Cassian doesn’t seem to mind any of it. His head falls back against the headboard and the muscles of his stomach tighten as he tries to keep his hips from bucking into the wet cavern of your mouth.

Azriel doesn’t hold himself back, canting his hips into yours with a thrust that has you choking on Cassian’s cock. The weight of him in your mouth and Azriel at your backside is a type of safety you didn’t think you’d ever feel again, not when you’re running for your life on the daily from an unstoppable disease and those who have suffered with it.

But all of that is flushed from your mind as Azriel’s hands encircle your hips, holding you in place while he fucks into you. Cassian’s cock in your mouth is like silk and you can’t help yourself but to run your tongue up and down, swirling around as you manage to force your weight onto one arm to have a free hand to wrap around the rest of him.

“Gods,” Cassian pants, and he wants to squirm, to take your jaw in hand and shove himself deeper inside of you. You’re on par with how Azriel takes care of him, though your hand is smaller and more delicate as it draws pleasure from your touch. “You’re incredible.”

And you’re thinking the exact same thing about the both of them. Azriel's hand slides into the dip of your back, encouraging you to arch deeper for him. You do with pleasure and he growls as he sinks deeper, moves faster because the feeling is bubbling within him, about to spill over.

“Fucking perfect,” he repeats Cassian’s words from before because it’s the only statement he can remember and the only one that can describe the look and feel of you. “So fucking perfect.”

You whimper but it’s cut off by Cassian’s cock, no longer able to hold himself back when you’re doing such a good job with him. His hands find your cheeks, guiding you in all of the ways that he needs to finish, saying your name like a prayer.

You melt into the sheets when Azriel’s hand snakes around your front, straight to your clit, working you with frenzied strokes. It’s everything, exactly what you wanted when you pictured the three of you together, a mess of limbs and noises and fluids that none of you want to step away from.

Cassian cums with a shout, trying to lift your mouth from his cock. But you want him to cum in your mouth, you want to taste his musk as badly as you want to cum yourself, which you don’t have to wait for because Azriel’s fingers are like magic, drawing it from you like he’s known how to all along.

The man at your back talks you through it, the both of you, but the words are jumbled and you can’t make them out through the blinding haze of your second orgasm. All you hear are his curses as your cunt clenches tightly around him before he’s pulling out and there’s wet smearing across your back as he cums.

Time seems to slow as the three of you catch your breath. Your eyes are shut tight, body tired with the effort, using Casisan’s thick thigh as a resting place for your head as he strokes your hair softly. The taste of him is fresh on your tongue and you savor it, shuddering as fingers brush through the cum spattered on your back and hums of appreciation follow. 

“You want a taste, pretty girl?” Cassian asks, offering you some of Azriel’s cum on his fingers. You open your mouth, humming with pleasure at the taste of both of them on your tongue, too tired to even open your eyes.

The rest of the world falls from under you as you slip into a peaceful sleep.

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“What are you doing?” Azriel asks, finding you in the pantry sometime later, sorting through the items abandoned in there.

You look up to find him in his pants again, hair ruffled from sleep and from when you’d run your fingers through it. Your cheeks heat and he smirks, crossing large arms over his chest as he leans against the doorway, caging you in.

“Looking to see if any of this is still edible,” you sigh, pulling out a can of what Azriel thinks used to be peaches, but now looks like a jar of what might have started the apocalypse in the first place. “Want some?”

“Gods, no,” he responds with a shake of his head. “I’m not that desperate. Not yet, anyways.”

“So it’s settled,” you give him a cheeky grin, “I’ll keep them in my bag until you are that desperate.”

Azriel rolls his eyes, much fonder than all of the other times you’ve seen him make the same face. “And you’ll be crying when I’m eating those lovely peaches and you’ve got nothing.” He huffs, settling down on his haunches to help you in your search.

“Peaches?” you ask, genuinely confused. “I thought they were nectarines.” You examine the jar closely.

“Semantics.”

Azriel doesn’t do much to aid your search, but it’s because the house doesn’t have much of anything left. The company is nice though, and you don’t mind the comfortable silence between the both of you as you work.

By the time you’ve filtered through everything left, you’ve found one can of chili, and one very old hard candy that you let Azriel have. It stains his mouth blue and you find yourself crawling into his lap to suck the flavoring off his tongue.

Cassian finds you in that compromising position when he wakes from his own nap. His limp is nearly gone and he’s fully dressed, grinning like a wolf when he sees the both of you, but it quickly morphs into a full blown pout when he sees Azriel’s blue lips.

“You found candy and didn’t share? We share everything else, what the fuck?”

He can only be consoled by kisses from the both of you and a promise that he gets the next candy.

They both join you on your quest, picking apart each room carefully, finding little knick-knacks here and there to amuse yourselves with. You watch the delicate way Azriel looks at things, picking them up and examining them before setting them back exactly where they’d come from if he doesn’t deem them useful. Cassian is a lot more carefree with the process, breaking a lamp after accidentally bumping into the small table while rooting through the drawers.

You, on the other hand, can’t help but to look at the photos splayed across the top of the dresser. It’s a family of six, the mother and father gathering their children up in their arms in a way that was clearly instructed by the photographer, all of them wearing genuine smiles nonetheless.

It makes your chest ache a little.

There are some clothes upstairs in the closets that haven’t totally been eaten through by moths and other bugs, Cassian tossing the ones you deem fit for travel down the stairs to refold and pack again later.

The basement is the final place for inspection. It’s cold and empty down there, the carpet damn beneath your feet. It looks as if it had been renovated right before the apocalypse, because it’s complete but there’s a lack of furniture, nothing but the books on the lone built-in shelves.

You find interest anyway, looking at the spines for something that might look interesting. Who knows what you’ll need to resort to to pass the time until Rhys and Feyre get back? 

After a few minutes of looking, Cassian is bored of pretending like this interests him and lets his eyes wander from the stacks of novels.

He squints, backing up because the shelf itself looks weird, he realizes, and he notices the gap next to it. One that shouldn’t be there unless–

“I think it’s a door, you guys,” he says quietly. You share a look with Azriel and Cassian shines his flashlight into the crack. Sure enough, he sees hinges.

“Stand back and be ready,” Azriel murmurs to you, and you heed his warning, face stone cold and serious as you unsheath the knife at your belt.

The bookshelf pulls out with a loud groan of protest and Cassian shines his light around quickly but nothing jumps out at the three of you, a good sign. There’s a big metal door in front of you instead, and Azriel deems it a bunker door or sorts.

“Looks like these people were prepared,” Azriel compliments, assessing the door.

“Do you think there’s anyone inside?” Cassian asks, and the two share a look.

“Only one way to find out.”

There’s an unsettled feeling curling in your stomach but they’re already prying the door open, muscles straining with the effort.

“Fuck,” Cassian hisses, all of you throwing your arms over your noses and mouths at the smell that leaks through the room, momentarily letting your guard down from the stench alone. The smell is one of the worst things you’ve ever experienced and you know that they should close the bunker back up right now.

It’s bright in there, and there must be lights powered by the solar panels on the roof, but the sight inside is Gods awful.

The first thing Cassian notices is the walls.

Deep scratches in the concrete, looking like something inhuman. There’s crimson dried dark blood, he picks up on quickly, and he shudders at the message ‘Sorry’ written there in big, sloppy letters.

He doesn’t want to look down.

Azriel finds himself frozen to his spot, bile rising in his throat. There’s bones covered by decaying flesh, sunken and withered. So many too, and it makes him sick.

But there’s still one that looks like he died more recently. The father, he supposed, blood around his lips and what he thinks is a hand being held in black-decayed fingertips. There’s a bullet hole in his head, too, free hand clutching a copy of the exact picture you’d looked at earlier.

You can’t move.

“Oh, Gods,” you gasp, before you’re spinning on your heel and leaving the room. Cassian and Azriel can hear you vomiting loudly from where they’re stuck in the door.

Cassian averts his eyes from the cannibal father in front of him and comes to your side, Azriel shutting the heavy door behind him. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to sleep again. He shoves the bookshelf back into its place but the stench still sears his nostrils.

You can’t stay here.

You’re shaking like a leaf in Cassian’s arms, curled up on yourself as much as you were this morning and had been sleeping peacefully. Cassian has moved you away from where you’d been sick on the carpet, trying to soothe your shaking with a sad look in his eyes.

They need to get you away from here. And quickly.

“C’mon,” he murmurs, running a hand over your hair before letting Cassian help you up the stairs. You lean heavily against him and are slow moving to the first floor, tears streaming down your face silently.

Cassian hates himself for even finding the bunker.

“We’ll wait for Rhys and Feyre out here,” Azriel announces, but his voice is low and almost broken. You’re outside of the house, sitting on the front stairs with Cassian. He’s pulled you into his lap and runs his fingers down your back in a soothing motion, allowing you to bury your head into his neck while he whispers soothing words into your ear. “They’ll be back soon.”

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DBD Taglist: @writingsbychlo @kemillyfreitas @5moremin @dream-alittlebiggerdarling @waggel36 @bionic-donut @que-serasera @applepie02 @azrielsbabyg @arcadianmoonlight @pradaxstyles @illyrian-dreamer @secret-ly-here @reiincarnatiion @fuckthatfeeling @shadowsingersmate24 @harrystylesfan2686 @poppyalice2001 @fall-myriad @sstrohma @i-am-infinite @tcris2020 @jeannineee @21stcenturytaegi

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[azsazz]

Dead by Dawn (Part 12)

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Zombie!AU: It’s been a while since the end of the world.

Warnings: Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, eventual poly!relationship, slow burn, undead, death, mentions of cannibalism.

Word Count: 2,871

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11)

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Day 194

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You sleep for longer than you should. By the time Azriel forces his eyes open, dry and gritty from the length of time he’s been asleep, the sun is almost overhead.

He shifts, stretching his aching limbs as he looks around the large living room. You’re still sleeping, face curls up into one of Cassian’s sweatshirts, blocking the bright sun streaming in from the windows. He can hear your soft breathing and for a moment he wishes he could see your face. 

Cassian is asleep on the recliner next to him. Feyre is no longer sprawled on the couch and Rhys is also missing from the pack before he remembers that they’re on watch. 

You’d found multiple bedrooms within the home but the frenetic energy had you all converging in the large room for bed, too used to being piled on top of each other for so long. Everyone was too bone tired to want to drag the mattresses into the room, and Azriel had suggested that it wait until you were all sure that this was going to be the place to stay for awhile.

He rolls onto his back, releasing a long sigh. His shoulder aches from sleeping on it all night, but it’ll surely pass.

Azriel lets himself lie for a few more minutes, and it’s weird. He can hardly remember the last time he’d had a lie in or had been left alone with his thoughts, without the impending end of the world interrupting him. He’s not even sure what to think about.

Head lolling to the side, his gaze wanders your way again. You look much smaller now that you’re all tucked up in on yourself, and he wonders for a brief moment how you’ve actually survived this long. With your less than great luck, stubborn ways, and injured leg. He winces guiltily at the thought. 

But he silently thanks the Mother for sending you and Feyre their way.

It’s nice having the both of you around, not that he’d ever admit it out loud, especially to Feyre. It certainly doesn’t hurt to have someone who knows how to patch up wounds in their group.

All in all, Azriel thinks you’re pretty well off. Cassian with his seeds, being able to give you all a real source of sustainable food once you find a place long enough to stay, even if he’s heard enough about them to make his ears bleed. Rhys, the natural born leader and always had been. He’d learned a lot about politicking from his father and it had come in handy in more circumstances than he’d thought. He would gladly follow his friend into a horde of zombies if he asked.

Feyre, who has found herself in a position of leadership as well, calling the tough shots between the two of you and on a mad chase through the country to find her sisters. Her loyalty had made him bristle at the beginning, but now Azriel sees that she’s a bit more like him than he’d bargained for, devoted to the people she trusts until the very end.

You shuffle, letting out a soft groan that sounds more like a pleased whimper and goes straight to his cock. Azriel squeezes his eyes shut, releasing a shaky breath as he tries to invision zombies with their abdomens sliced open and entrails falling out. 

You push the sweatshirt from your face, readjusting it further under your head as you blink your big eyes open, taking in the sun filled room.

“Morning,” you say, voice scratchy with sleep as you take note of Azriel. 

“Good morning,” Azriel greets, a ghost of a smile lining his lips, like this is a secret good morning made for just the two of you.

You yawn, closing your eyes again. “I don’t want to get up,” you groan, burrowing deeper into the comfortable sweatshirt.

“No one said you have to,” Azriel shrugs, and you look so soft and sleepy that his fingers twitch with the urge to pull you into his arms. “Got nothing to really do today, anyways.”

You hum in agreement, nearly already back asleep.

He allows himself to watch you for a moment, until Cassian rouses from his own slumber. He knows that he doesn’t need to look away but he feels as though he’s been caught, and those few minutes were just for him, as selfish as it sounds.

Azriel slips from his makeshift bed, a blanket he’d found in one of the rooms that wasn’t eaten by moths, and makes his way out the french doors leading onto the back porch. 

It’s where Cassian finds him later.

He’s watching Rhys and Feyre as they walk along the fence. Her head is thrown back in a laugh and Azriel can see Rhys beaming grin from two miles away. It makes his own lips quirk.

“Sleep well?” Cassian asks, joining him. His long hair is tousled with sleep, matted with other things and he needs it cut desperately, but it still makes Azriel want to pull him into a closet and tug at his hair as he forces his head towards his cock. 

He avoids making eye contact with Cassian before he acts on those thoughts. “Better than I have in a while,” he admits.

“Think this could be the place?”

“I don’t know,” Azriel shrugs, and it’s the truth. “You tell me.”

He hasn’t taken it upon himself to scout the property, so he doesn’t know the potential of this spot until he does so himself. Of course he trusts the rest of the group to be able to tell the difference, but for his own peace of mind he’ll need to walk the property and see what you’re all dealing with.

“It’s not too bad,” Cassian starts, grinning and waving to Feyre who is jumping up and down and waving at them like a madwoman. It seems as though everyone has woken up on the right side of the bed this morning but it leaves a weary feeling in Azriel’s gut. You shouldn’t all settle so quickly.

Cassian continues. “There’s a part of the fence that needs repairing, but other than that, it seems like this could really be the place, Az.” He has that glint in his eye, hope, Azriel realizes. Hope that there is actually a future that isn’t just moving around and searching for a safe haven that may not even be out there.

They can just make their own.

“How long do you think it will hold?” Azriel asks.

“Hard to say,” Cassian answers, tapping a finger to his chin as he thinks. They watch Rhys and Feyre begin to make their way back up to the house. “It’ll hold until we can fix it, if we do it soon.”

Azriel nods. “Alright. We should get the van today and look for supplies if we have the time. We’re almost out of water and some more food wouldn’t hurt.”

“Did someone say food?” Feyre asks and she and Rhys near. They’re standing close, arms brushing as they walk and Azriel can see the strain in Rhysands eyes as he wants to twine his fingers with hers. He scowls at Azriel when he catches him looking but the other man only rolls his eyes. “Where’s (Y/N)?”

“She’s still sleeping.”

“No she’s not,” you answer, sliding out of the door. You’re draped in Cassian’s hoodie that you’d been using as a pillow, despite the morning heat. You’re swimming in it and looking much more innocent than they know you to be.

You still look tired, and he’s sure that they all do, but all thoughts eddy from Azriel’s mind as you come to stand right beside him, the sleeve of your sweater brushing his bare one.

He tries not to overthink it.

“What’s the plan for today?” you ask, scanning the backyard like each of them had when they’d come outside. It warms his heart that you’re all picking up on each other’s quirks, his tendency to make sure everything is as safe as possible.

“Going to get the van and do a supply run,” Rhys says, thinking along the same lines Azriel had. The violet eyed man volunteers himself to go.

“I’ll join,” Feyre chimes in, and no one says anything about the look shared between the both of them.

“Me too.”

Azriel makes a face at Cassian but is torn between mentioning his leg and saying nothing. Instead, he and Rhysand meet eyes, and Azriel gives a slight shake of his head. He’d rather volunteer himself to go than let anything happen to Cassian.

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to say anything because you’re already answering. “But your leg.”

Cassian sends an overexaggerated, dazzling smile your way. “It’s feeling better today, I promise.”

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea…” you trail off and Cassian relents.

“Fine, I’ll stay only so you can have your piece of mind playing nurse one last time,” he jokes and you laugh. “And I better get a haircut out of this.”

Your laugh splutters, mouth hanging agape, “What makes you think that I’m any good at cutting hair?!”

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Hair lines the floor. You don’t know how you’d gotten suckered into playing barber but there’s a comb in one hand and a pair of scissors you’d found in a kitchen drawer in the other. Cassian had been the one to talk you into it, complaining about how long his hair had grown lately. You quite liked the look on him, especially when he pulled it into a knot at the back of his head, but he’d wrangled a chair into the doorway of the small bathroom and all but forced your hand to make the first cut.

“Just a few inches,” he winked and you gave in.

But now Azriel’s sitting in your chair, bullied into it by Cassian, though he didn’t fight the idea as much as you’d thought he would. With the larger man pulling at his dark locks, a teasing grin on his face, the glare Azriel had cut him at the time had made you look away, hiding the smile stretching across your lips at their antics.

What you hadn’t been able to pick up in that golden glare was the electricity that buzzed within them, the way the air between them shifted into something charged, the way Cassian’s gaze flicked suggestively your way and Azriel’s lips quirked.

Your comb slides through his dark, damp hair with ease, knots brushed out by your tender touch. He was more surprised at that than anything. Azriel had seen the way that you’d struck zombies and humans down alike, face set and hands worn with time spent in the end of the world. But with clean hands fingering through his locks he’d realized just how soft you still were. How you hadn’t lost that part of you like so many.

Like him.

“Almost done,” you breathe, snipping at the back of his head. He feels lighter already, and it’s not just from the way you’re massaging his scalp and threading your fingers through his hair. 

You make your way around him, placing your tools down on the counter as you do so, so that your hands are free as they slide into his soft hair once more and pull softly, measuring the length on both sides. Leaning down so that you’re eye level with him, Azriel studies you, fighting the heating of his cheeks every step of the way at the concentration on your face, even if you aren’t even looking at him.

He swallows roughly. He wants to untuck his hands where they’re folded tightly together in his lap, run them up your legs, brush the hair back that’s falling into your face, to do something. 

“It looks pretty even to me,” you murmur, sliding your fingers into the lengths again to double check. It nearly makes his eyes roll back into his head and a groan escape his lips, and this time he does let his hands come to rest on your hips, steadying himself.

Your eyes pierce his, startled at first by the gentle grip he has on you, but a soft smile appears and his head stammers in his chest.

“How does it look?” he breathes, unable to drag his gaze away.

Your fingers itch to twist themselves into his hair, locking them in place. You want to pull at it as his hands draw up your body, touch everywhere they can. The heat of his hands is delicious on your hips and the spark in his golden eyes is like a magnet, drawing you in.

“It looks…” you trail off, taking the time to really take a look at him. He’s devastatingly handsome, straight features and tan skin that you can’t help but want to taste. The downturn of his pink mouth isn’t seen as unhappy, but curiosity as his tongue darts out to wet them. “You look good.”

The hands around your hips tug and you go sprawling into his lap. Your fingers tighten in his dark hair, pulling Azriel to you just as desperately as he’s yanking you towards him. Your mouths meet in a hurry of emotions and an explosion of lust kicks your heart into gear. 

It isn’t anything less than the both of you clinging to each other, a mess of wandering hands clawing at each other, ready for more. He’s so warm, and you can feel his cock stirring with interest as you grind down on his lap, swallowing his groan.

Azriel’s fingers brush up your sides, thumbing over your breasts. You shiver and gasp, and his tongue dips into your mouth for more as he hauls you even closer, chests pressed so close that you can feel his heaving breaths against yours.

His fingers dip under the hem of your shirt, pressing flat against your warm skin. You keen. You haven’t felt like this in a long time, didn’t know you were even capable of feeling so good anymore and all you want to do is strip him from his clothes and–

“I seriously love this look on me,” Cassian says, startling you. You rip yourself away from Azriel, mouth dropping in horror as you stare between the two of them. Oh, fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…

You shove yourself away from the broody man, head spinning a mile a minute. Cassian had just walked in on you making out with his…well, whatever they are. There’s definitely something between them, you’d heard it that night in the van. And not only that, but you’ve also kissed Cassian and here you are, making out with Azriel too.

Azriel’s mouth is swollen from your kisses, hands fallen into his lap like he couldn’t be bothered to move them when you’d dragged yourself away. His golden eyes are dark with shadows but he doesn’t look away from you even when you glance at Cassian, who’s running his fingers through his freshly cut hair with a smirk.

“Oh my Gods,” you breathe, slapping a hand over your mouth as your stomach roils. Tears prick your eyes and you need to get out of here right now. Maybe Feyre and Rhys aren’t too far out yet and you can wallow in your mortification on your way to find them.

“I’m so sorry,” you breathe, trying to shove your way around the towering men. Cassian takes up the entire door frame, smile falling from his mouth as he sees your fretting. He catches you by the waist and tugs you into his body, arms like iron chains around you. You’re unable to get out no matter how much you struggle.

“Calm down,” he murmurs, but you can’t, especially smothered by the warmth of his body. “It’s okay.”

Your eyes are stuck on his, searching for the anger that you won’t find. The hands trying to remove yourself from his grasp curl against his chest as you settle slightly, but his words aren’t enough.

You can hear Azriel shuffling behind you, rising from his spot and kicking the chair away before he’s sidling up behind you. You jolt in shock as he presses himself firmly behind you, his hands joining Cassian’s to keep you held between them both.

“More than,” he whispers his agreement and you shiver.

“But I thought–” you choke, unsure of how to go about whatever is happening right now. They’re nearly smothering you, both so big and tall that there’s no hope for an easy escape. You have to crane your neck back all the way to look up at them, and their heated gazes make your stomach stir. “I thought you two were together.”

Your voice sounds broken, soft, like you don’t want them to hear. You feel stupid, cheeks heating as you all but admit you’ve overheard their conversation in the van but haven’t understood it.

Cassian and Azriel share an amused look, the former craning down to look you in the eyes more fully.

“We are,” he answers, thumb stroking a soothing pattern across the exposed skin of your waist, calming you as if you might bolt away from them. “But that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for one more.”

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Dead by Dawn (Part 7)

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Zombie!AU: It’s been a while since the end of the world.

Warnings: Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, eventual poly!relationship, undead, death.

Word Count: 4,921

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

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Day 191

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When you wake up you’re surprised at how peaceful the world around you is. The sun is shining down into the van, warm across your face. It’s quiet, which normally would have alarm bells chiming off in your head, but you’d fallen asleep to the touch of Cassian’s soft hands kneading your tender ankle just like you’d been needing. Knowing Feyre was in the front seat and had some kind of strange sway over Rhysand had made you feel safe enough to succumb to your exhaustion.

You blink the sleep from your eyes and stretch your limbs. You hum at the stretch of your legs, noting how dull the throbbing of your injury has become thanks to Cassian.

It only takes a moment for you to notice that you’re alone. The small van is empty but there are signs that your friend and traveling partners haven’t been gone for long. Weapons gone from seats where they’d been sitting, extra crates of clothes tugged out and rifled through, even Cassian’s bag of seeds had been left open in a haphazard way and you wonder who would’ve dug through there and left it like that because you surely know that it isn’t him.

It’s late, you can tell by the sun in the sky, bright and nearing its peak. You must’ve slept almost half of the day away. The doors of the vehicle are wide open, letting in that summer breeze that you can’t help but to take a hearty breath of. If you strain your ears, you can hear Rhysand and Feyre bickering – or maybe it’s flirting – softly.

You haven’t felt this content in a long time.

Rubbing your eyes with your fists, you wince as the injury slashed across your palm pinches. You’d forgotten about the clumsy slice you’d given yourself and a flash of embarrassment heats your cheeks as you remember how you’d lied on the ground so willing to give up on everything.

Before Azriel had saved you.

Sure, Rhys was there too, looking out for the both of you and shooting zombies in their rotting faces if they stumbled too close, but all you can think about is how warm Azriel’s chest was, how big his hands were as they held you tightly, how deep his voice was when he’d been muttering under his breath to keep you awake–

You clear your throat, shoving away the fluttering feeling that starts up in your stomach when you think about him. You’d gotten the same sensation while Cassian’s thick fingers had been poking and pressing in all of the right ways into the delicate injury of your ankle. You wonder what else he might be as skilled at with those hands–

You flail around for your backpack, finding it shoved under the seat. You tug it out with your good hand, unzipping it to rustle through your things before you realize that you don’t have any water left to clear your suddenly dry throat.

Collapsing backwards onto the bench once more, you let yourself have a minute to wallow about the loss of something so important and gather your bearings. You could probably sleep the whole day away if you wanted to, with how tired you are, but you figure you better go save Feyre from the three strangers you’ve been riding with.

You groan softly as you sit up, cringing at the mess you’ve left behind on the seat. Dried blood from your wounded hand is smeared haphazardly on the perfectly worn leather, embedded into the cracks. Your shirt sticks to you when you peel it up to wipe at your face, and you frown at the feel of the crusty fabric rubbing against your skin.

You make a note to try and clean up before you move on.

“(Y/N), you’re awake,” Feyre grins when she spots you carefully shuffling out of the back of the van. “Can you please tell Rhysand that we should be heading west instead of east?”

You eye her suspiciously as you shuffle closer to the group, catching how she makes a face at Rhys as if to say ‘watch this.’ The way that she smothers her grin and bats her eyelashes makes your stomach twist, because right now you’re realizing that she might be starting to change her tune about the group, just as you are.

They’re lounging on folding chairs that you hadn’t even noticed they had. Where they kept all of these things in that tiny van is beyond you, but it also offers a sense of relief that the three men are so prepared.

It makes you feel taken care of.

You glance between everyone before taking a look at your surroundings. It’s an abandoned RV park. There’s only one other vehicle on the other side of the parking lot and it clicks in your brain that the chairs had probably already been here.

There are plenty of trees surrounding you and you know that while you wouldn’t have chosen this as a place to stop for the night had you been awake, you trust that if Feyre had agreed to it, you’ll keep your opinions to yourself. At least the place is mostly abandoned, the other looking vehicle most likely already ransacked and checked over by your group, so you find yourself relaxing a little as you perch next to Cassian, who beams up at you as you sit on the bench.

“Feyre, can you lower your voice before you attract something we don’t want around?” Rhysand huffs in retaliation.

“Awe, but with a voice as high as hers, it will be pretty easy to attract some wildlife,” Azriel mutters from where he’s sitting across the table from you, back towards you. His spine is stiff even though his body is posed in a relaxed way, elbows propped up on the table as he leans into it. His fingers twitch with the need to feel the heavy metal of his gun in his hands.

He is a true ray of sunshine this morning.

“Fuck off, Shadow,” Feyre flips him off even though he can’t see it, but he straightens as if he can.

“What the hell did I miss?” you ask, studying the interaction closely. Something must’ve happened while you were sleeping because as far as you remember, the two hated each other. But now there’s a determined gleam in Feyre’s gray eyes, like she’s accepting the challenge that is becoming someone Azriel trusts.

If she keeps up with that nickname of hers, she’ll be more likely to find a cure before ever befriending the broody man.

You brush the weird feeling off, not daring to join or delve further into your thoughts of what a friendship between the two of them would look like. Between what a friendship between you and Azriel would look like. 

“I don’t know which way we should go, but I know that east is the way that we came from, so I’d rather not head back that way, right?”

Feyre smirks smugly as the men stare at her for a moment before their curious gazes swing your way. The shock on their faces nearly makes you burst out laughing.

“How do you know that?”

You furrow your brows, feeling as though the answer is obvious. “Basic astronomy. The sun rises in the east and sets in the west.” You chance a glance at Azriel but you aren’t able to make out the look on his face due to the dark sunglasses he has on. It makes you feel a bit off-kilter. You normally aren’t able to see what he’s feeling other than the hatred he has for you and your friend, but with his eyes covered and the straight line of his mouth, it makes you feel even more unsettled.

You swallow nervously, a tickle in your throat as you tack on sheepishly, “Plus, we have a map.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” Azriel says at the same time Rhysand speaks.

“You let us drive around in what could’ve possibly been a circle all night?”

“I was a little preoccupied,” you defend, waving your hand around for emphasis before gesturing to your ankle for good measure. Rhysand shoots you an apologetic look and turns to Feyre, questioning her on how she’d forgotten to mention that you both had a map.

“How are you by the way?” Cassian asks you as Rhys follows Feyre back to the van like a duckling follows its mother. You need to keep a closer watch on the two of them but Cassian’s warm hazel eyes have you feeling fuzzy like you had been waking up safe under the sun.

Azriel watches silently as you and Cassian interact. You’re turned toward his friend and he takes the time to really get a look at you while you’re distracted. The structure of your nose, the set of your eyes, the pink flush to your cheeks when all Cassian had done was ask you how you are. Your face is dirty, blood dried to your smooth skin, along with sweat streaks and grime and now his fingers are itching to dip the rag into the bucket of water he’d gathered from the nearby lake and help you wash the grime from your pretty face.

He curses himself for his thoughts, but he can’t help but to look. He watches the way you react to everything Cassian does, the way your body language moves, and Azriel watches intently as you lean into Cassian only slightly, unconsciously as you answer him.

“I’m alright,” you answer honestly, “Hand hurts a little, but my ankle feels a thousand times better thanks to your magic fingers.”

Cassian laughs and Azriel watches him wink at you, follows you as you duck your head a little to bite back your smile, the tint to your cheeks. He frowns at the interaction, something hot flaring up inside of his body. He pushes away from the table, suddenly annoyed with the situation.

“Where are you going?” he hears Cassian call after him but he doesn’t stop. He slips a hand onto his holster, letting the metal cool his overheating hands as he stalks off without responding.

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After Azriel has walked away, Rhys and Feyre are quick to appear with the map, spreading it wide across the picnic table in front of the four of you so you can go over where you are. Once finding the general area of where you’d all stopped for the night, you mark it with an old pen Rhys had produced, and then he and Feyre had proceeded to argue about where to go next.

You excuse yourself because your ankle is becoming stiff, so you abandon a bored looking Cassian at the table.

Feyre passes you a water bottle and a granola bar as you go, without even a pause to her conversation with Rhysand. You’re more than happy to let the two of them take the lead on this one, knowing that she is on the move to find something incredibly important to her. You, on the other hand, have nothing. 

You clap her on the shoulder in thanks and make your way towards the van, settling on the bumper to eat your meal.

The now rust colored seat taunts you as you eat, forcing yourself not to devour the snack that you’ve been without for too long. Your stomach growls loudly in protest, wanting more, but there isn’t any until your next meal, so you ignore it, letting your thoughts about the dirty seat consume you.

And that’s how you find yourself crouched over the seat in the back of the vehicle after you’ve eaten, trying to scrub your blood off of the leather.

It’s taking a bit more work than you’d like, and you might be a little worried about sore muscles in your arm and working your food off so quickly, but you should’ve known how hard it would be to get the seat clean. The throb in your ankle is back from the pressure you’ve been putting on it, even kneeling, and you’re pretty sure you’ve torn a stitch in your palm.

It’s not going well. 

“You don’t use water to clean leather,” Azriel’s voice startles you and you flinch, nearly knocking over the small bucket of water you’d lugged from the lake to the car across the warming asphalt. Your heart races in your chest, unaware of just how quietly he moves.

Sitting back on your heels, you glare over your shoulder at the dark haired man who’s leaning against the back open doors with his arms crossed over his chest. You nearly lose your breath at the sight, a sharp exhale as your hand clenches subconsciously around the rag in your wounded hand.

Azriel looks considerably cleaner since you’d watched him stalk off this morning, a cleaner pair of jeans and a tight see-through white t-shirt that makes you wish you had some water left over. 

It’s a stark contrast from his all-black attire, though his new denim is still as dark as his hair, the shirt makes him seem…brighter. White is not a color you would choose to wear during the zombie apocalypse, but maybe he hadn’t been able to be choosy at the time. Maybe white was all there was left.

You clear your throat, turning back to your work as you feel the blush creep up your neck because you’d caught yourself staring too long. He’d even let you drink him in, nearly preening under your darkening gaze as it traveled up his chest and across the still rippling muscles of his arms. Those extra push ups are paying off.

“We don’t have any damn leather cleaner,” you mutter, rolling your eyes. You scrub harder into the leather. Maybe you can blame your red cheeks on putting so much effort into cleaning the seats, though you don’t think anyone will even appreciate you doing so.

Well, perhaps Cassian will.

Azriel digs around in one of the crates, tossing it onto the seat next to you.

A bottle of leather cleaner.

You stare at it, mouth agape, before you scoff, snatching the bottle up from the seat.

“Of course you have this,” shaking your head and shooting him a withering look. “A necessity for the end of the world.”

Azriel shrugs as if he’s already bored with the conversation. “It was conveniently here when we found the car. The owner kept it in pretty good condition,” he says as he runs a hand alongside the door.

“Sorry to uh, ruin it then,” you stutter, refusing to look Azriel’s way again. He looks so good all fresh and clean and you’re itching with the need to put on clothing that isn’t crusty with your own blood.

“Don’t worry about it,” he replies, voice taking a softer tone and it shocks you. He continues, muttering under his breath so softly you nearly miss it. “Just glad you’re okay.”

Your breath catches in your throat and your hand falters where you clean. You don’t even know how to respond, if you should or if you should pretend you haven’t heard a word. You swear you can feel his golden gaze burning against the back of your head like the sun, but when you finally muster the courage to glance over at him, he’s gone.

You release the breath you were holding, finally relaxing a bit now that you’re alone again. There’s no point in overthinking, he probably was just thinking that it’s a good thing you’re safe for Feyre. 

The cleaner works wonders, and you curse because you could’ve saved yourself so much more time if you had known about it before.

At least I’m done now, you think, sitting back on your haunches and admiring your handiwork. The seat looks back to the condition it was in before your blood had spilled all over it, and you think it might even sparkle a little in the golden rays of the afternoon sun.

You’ve worked up a sweat, and you hitch your shoulder up to wipe at the bead of sweat rolling down your cheek but the scratchy, stiff fabric has you retreating and shuddering at the incorrigible feeling again.

The dirty cloth you toss lands in the bucket with a soft splash and you climb out of the car, rolling your ankle to get some of the stiffness out.

Maybe if you ask nicely, Cassian will help you out again.

You so desperately want to rip your shirt off and toss it away, or at least drag it into the nearby lake with you, but instead you make your way back to where the group is still sitting around the abandoned table and plastic chairs, warped from the hot sun. 

They all look cleaned and changed, more comfortable and relaxed than ever.

There’s not a dried splotch of blood in sight.

“What happened to you all?” you can’t help but to ask, suddenly jealous that no one had told you they were all going to wash up. You hadn’t even noticed anyone gathering the extra clothes from the van where you’d been cleaning for the past hour.

“Didn’t want to disturb you,” Rhys answers and you glare. He raises his hands in surrender as he continues, “You didn’t even notice I came for fresh clothes.”

And oh, so that’s what happened.

You swallow harshly, noticing their old clothes laid out on the table and various free spots around, drying in the sun.

“We went in shifts. Azriel had to help Cassian get clean while Rhysand watches over us because they still don’t trust us even after we’d gotten them gas and saved their asses, multiple times,” Feyre rolls her eyes. “And I went with Rhys because we didn’t want to go alone. You’re the only one left.”

You cut her a look as she explains that she’d gone alone with Rhys into the lake to get clean. From the pink tone to her cheeks that she’s so desperately trying to hide and the smug smile Rhysand is doing a shit job at holding back, you know something went down between the two of them.

You decide to keep quiet for now, though they’re both being about as subtle as a hungry zombie.

“Are you going to come with me?” you ask Feyre, hopeful to see if she has some sort of plan that maybe involves finding more food or something without the three men.

“Can’t. I’ve gotta stay here and make sure these three don’t up and leave us as soon as we get down to the lake,” she answers simply, and that’s that. You don’t miss the offended faces Rhys and Cassian give her. “Azriel will have to go with you.”

Your heart kickstarts in your chest. “What? Why?” you sputter, fingers finding their way to play with the collar of your shirt that’s suddenly clinging to your damp skin and making you itch. 

That’s the last thing you want.

“Why can’t Rhys do it,” Azriel throws in, looking just as annoyed as you are. He can admit that he’s happy it’s not Cassian who’s going down there to help you get cleaned up, but he doesn’t exactly know how to act around you. You do nothing more than confuse him.

“Because Feyre and I are still trying to figure out where to go,” Feyre nods surely and crosses her arms over her chest. 

“It’s Shadow or you go alone, and I’d prefer it if you didn’t go by yourself. Sorry, (Y/N).”

She doesn’t sound sorry.

“Here,” Cassian passes you a pile of clothes before you can protest again. He’s giving you an apologetic look that makes you sigh and begin feathering through what’s been passed your way. It looks like Feyre had pulled the clothes you’d stuffed in your backpack from the shop you’d ransacked because there’s a clean pair of jeans, fresh socks and underwear. You make a face when you hold up a shirt you don’t recognize and it unfolds into a top three times larger than yourself.

“What’s this?”

That cheeky grin of Cassian’s you’re becoming all too familiar with appears again as he shrugs.

“Feyre couldn’t find a shirt in your pack and she didn’t have any extras, so I offered up one of my own.”

You stare at the fabric in your hands. It’s a sooty brown and it's so soft that you could cry. Just the gesture alone is enough for your throat to go tight.

Azriel scoffs, startling you, “It’s not going to bite. Let’s go.”

He’s not waiting around for you, pushing up from his spot and heading towards the lake without a glance over his shoulder to see if you’re following or not. You know your cheeks are burning bright at his words and you gather the shirt with your other clothing. With a sincere ‘thanks’ towards Cassian you’re rushing as quickly as your ankle allows after the brooding man.

The walk to the lake is silent and it stretches on longer than you’d like because of the thick discomfort around you. You ignore Azriel’s stiff demeanor as you follow, keeping your attention on your surroundings, double and even triple checking for signs of zombies left behind.

When you’re sure the area is clear you find your gaze trailing to the tightness of Azriel’s shirt spread across his back. You wonder if the three of them set designated times throughout the day for push ups and other toning exercises or if their amazing muscle structure is all from the end of the world. Surely not, because your muscles don’t look like that.

If your gaze slips down to look at his ass, that’s no one's business.

“Here,” Azriel gestures to the spot they’d all used to bathe earlier. It’s shallow enough with no hidden shelves, so you won’t go tumbling off of the ledge into the lake and he won’t have to come wading in after you. He shoves a travel sized tube of shampoo at you that feels empty. “That's all we’ve got left.”

“Thanks,” you give him a forced smile, refusing to meet his gaze.

“We all cleaned our clothes the best we could with the lake water. Just toss them back onto the grass when you’re done,” Azriel explains, and coughs a little, “There’s no towel though, so you’ll just have to sit in the sun for a bit like we did.”

Your gaze snaps to meet his. “What?”

“I mean, you don’t have to,” he defends, and he hides his sudden discomfort well. He doesn’t think about what you’d look like splayed out on the grass glowing under the bright sun and he doesn’t think about doing it with you.

Azriel scrambles for something to say, “But that’s what we did. Or at least Cassian and I.” His tongue pokes out, running across his bitten raw lips, watching as your eyes follow the motion. He wonders if you can see the way they’re tingling, if they’re still swollen from Cassian’s own.

His response answers any and all questions you have about Feyre’s time in the lake with Rhys.

“Right,” you swallow the lump in your throat as his pink tongue darts out to wet his lips. You discard the feelings creeping up in the pit of your stomach at the sight and focus on the way Feyre and Rhys are seeming to be becoming awfully close so fast. You don’t like it one bit.

“Can you maybe turn around?”

He studies you for a moment, your words soft, shy, though Azriel doesn’t think you should have reason to be. If he were Cassian would you ask him to turn around? Are you hiding a potential bite? Or does he just make you that nervous that your cheeks are stained red and you can hardly meet his gaze?

Azriel gives you a sharp nod, the muscle in his jaw twitching as if you’re going to plunge a knife in his back as soon as he turns.

Right. You look for a dry spot to place your new clothes, keeping your eyes on Azriel as you strip yourself bare, frantically wading out into the water until it covers all of the parts you wouldn’t want his golden eyes touching right now. It’s cold, but feels like heaven especially when you use the last of the shampoo to scrub the thick layers of grime from your hair and body.

It’s tough to maneuver your bathing in the lake, having to keep your injured hand above the waterline so it doesn’t get infected, but you make as quick of work of it as you can, the murky water obscuring your vision to anything that might lie beneath. You know that zombies can’t swim, but they definitely don’t need to breathe. They could be anywhere.

Cleaning your clothes without getting your other hand wet is a feat in itself, so you decide that dipping them into the water is better than nothing. Maybe you can convince Feyre to come back down here and ring out the blood for you. You cringe at how gross that sounds.

You toss them back up to shore, a wet slap as your pants land perfectly on top of the pile of drenched clothes. 

Azriel lets you take your time. He doesn’t turn towards you and he doesn’t complain once as you scrub your skin raw with the dirty water. It’s the best thing ever. You don’t move to make conversation with him either, your mind completely focused on cleaning yourself up for the first time in weeks.

You climb out of the water, covering yourself with your hands the best that you can manage. The constant walking and lack of food have changed your body in a way that you haven’t thought about until now. Usually you’re covered up or in blood.

Azriel listens to you struggle as you tug the denim up your legs. He doesn’t offer help, but it takes all of his self-control not to peek over his shoulder at you. There’s a soft voice in his mind, like someone whispering in the shadows of the night, telling him to turn around, admire the beauty of the female that is behind him. He curses at it instead, glaring holes into the thick tree he has pinned under his gaze.

“Thanks for waiting,” you murmur when you’re dressed. You don’t care that you’re still fairly wet in your clean clothes. You’d thought about foregoing the jeans and waiting until your legs dried a little because Cassian’s shirt covers the parts of you that you don’t want anyone seeing, but your rational mind had won out, struggling into the pants in case something happens where you need to run or defend yourself.

Azriel lets out a soft breath when he turns around and gets an eyeful of you. You’re even prettier now and he wishes that he would’ve looked. You’re swamped by Cassian’s shirt and your clean skin and big eyes make you look all the more vulnerable. His hands twitch at his sides as he refrains from tucking you under his arm to protect.

Your skin is clear of dirt and blood, creamy and slightly red from how hard you’d scrubbed it. The way the sun shines down on you makes him feel like he’s looking at an angel.

“What?” you ask, shrinking down on yourself. You knew he wouldn’t be happy about Cassian giving you his shirt to wear, they needed to keep the resources they have to themselves if they want to survive longer than they already have, and the way he’s staring at you like a void confirms it.

“Nothing,” Azriel responds quickly, startling at your question. He steps closer to you, some of the tension leaking out of his body when you don’t flinch or move backwards. The words bubble up in his throat before he can stop them. “You just missed a spot on your face is all.”

You haven’t, but he needs some sort of excuse to touch the creamy skin of your face, enraptured by your beauty. He prays that you don’t see through his façade as easily as his friends would.

“Really?” you ask, using the wet shirt you’d dipped into the lake to scrub at your cheek again.

“No, it’s–it’s right here.” Your breath snags in your throat when he takes your soiled shirt and rubs gently at your face.

You’re acutely aware of how close you’re standing to him. So close that if you dare suck in the gasp of air your lungs are screaming for your chest will brush against his. It’s a stalemate as you stare up into those glorious hazel eyes, the both of you so still as to not scare the other away.

Feyre’s squawk startles you both, jumping apart like your ass is on fire.

“I, um,” you trail off, shaking your head. You snatch your shirt back from Azriel who tucks his hands quickly into his pockets, and you spin on your heel to book it back towards the camp. You duck your head so no one can see the flames kissing your cheeks.

Azriel watches you rush off and sighs before scolding himself, getting himself back into check. He tugs his damp locks in frustration and trudges after you, kicking himself for what’s just happened.

“We’ve decided to spend the night here,” Feyre announces when you both return to the picnic table.

You’ve never wanted to drown her more.

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