#TAMN fic

[caroline-bunny]

fanart for @uhohbestie's fic :3

[uhohbestie]

There Are Monsters Nearby [Chapter 15]

🏜 Pairing: Grian/Scar

🧟‍♂️ Tags: zombie AU, zombie apocalypse, lovers to exes, slow burn, eventual reconciliation

📖 Summary: The day after Scar breaks up with Grian, the dead come back to life. Knowing that venturing out alone is a death sentence, the sudden onset of the apocalypse forces them to stick together despite the tensions between them. In the wreckage of the world, they're forced to survive side-by-side, coming to terms with the fact that—try as they might—there's still no one they trust more than each other.

Chatper 15 - With Scar up and walking again, the group decide to move on from their ghost town. Scar and Grian manage to get some time alone on their continued trek north, but can you really reconcile and reconnect over something you've yet to properly talk about?

📝 Words: 10,269

🔗 Link: Read Chapter 15 on AO3

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“I need you to stop treating me like I’m made of glass,” Scar says in the privacy of his and Grian’s room, sitting on the edge of what’s become their bed as he packs the little he has into his bag. “I know my body. I know what I’m capable of. Trust me, Grian. These babies can go for miles.” He says it with a smile, patting his thigh with ample confidence.

“What if you can’t, though?” Grian asks, arms clutched around himself, saying what he no doubt feels they must both be thinking.

“Then you leave me next to a cactus to die,” Scar replies, flat. “And you hope the next time we meet we’re in a world with magic so I can wizard my legs better with a healing crystal or something.”

His words catch Grian’s attention. A tender curl of hope maybe, nurtured by the past two days of civility they’ve enjoyed.

“You think we’d meet in another life?” He asks, gentler than Scar would’ve expected.

It’s a concept Grian would’ve shrugged off before the apocalypse.

Now Scar finds him clinging to it with curiosity.

Scar gives him a look, caught somewhere between fond and frustrated by Grian’s priorities. Instead of answering, he braces his hands on his knees, leveraging himself up with a wince that he manages to almost completely hide.

“Let’s get going.”

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Here we are with another chapter of Zombie AU! Dipping back into Scar's POV in this calm before the storm. We hope you like it!

You can read the whole story thus-far linked below!

You may not rest now, There Are Monsters Nearby (on ao3!)

[jasombee]

Scar and Grian from There Are Monsters Nearby by @uhohbestie

I want to thank Lock and Key for writing such a wonderful, emotionally charged tale and also for making me brush up on my art skills after such a long time. They are truly doing some of the best work out there and I cannot thank them enough for their kindness and hard work.

[julysn]

my daddy said the devil looks a lot like you

francis mosses / milkman x fem!reader. nsfw

includes praise, implied chubby reader (it’s mentioned once), breeding! milk as lube, mention of pregnancy, pure and unfiltered smut. it’s as smutty as can be.

read on ao3

wc: ≈1330

song: the edge of heaven - wham!

notes: wrote this while i was at school. erm. oopsie..

title is from the edge of heaven ! anyways.

You never thought you’d find yourself in a situation like this.

But you certainly weren’t complaining.

There you were, back pressed against the wall as your tongue swirled around the resident milkman’s mouth. You wanted to explore every single crevice within, memorize the little imperfections that structured him beautifully.

“Milkman..” You gasped out breathlessly as he pulled away, giving you a second to relax as his ministrations continued on the lower part of your body. His cold, calloused fingers began to gently rub your clothed clit, causing high-pitched yet deeply soulful moans to escape your lips.

“Shh,” He coos, his free hand coming up to place a finger against your mouth in a shushing manner. You reluctantly bit back soft whimpers. You practically melted into his touch, wanting nothing but to obey each and every command he may give you. His voice was just oh-so dulcet and velvety, like a lullaby to your ears that you never wanted to let go of. “Just call me Francis, darling.”

And so, you forced your whimpers to come out as quietly as possible as the milkman, or, Francis slowly tugged your lovely skirt down, revealing the elegant pair of panties you donned. He licked his lips softly, giving your hips a little squeeze as he led you over to the couch.

You sat down, watching as Francis loomed over you as a tall and imposing figure. He slowly kneeled in between your legs, leaving gentle yet sensual kisses down from your thighs all the way up to your wet clit. Your lips parted to let out faint gasps and whines as he did so, your eyes drifting down to meet his seductive gaze.

“Francisfrancisfrancis, ah..” You babbled mindlessly, throwing your head back as his tongue began to swirl circles around your sensitive wetness. He was quite elegant and composed, even during moments when passion and lust were meant to take over your consciousness.

Your back arched forward, head buried within the sobering solace of your couch cushions as the milkman’s ministrations began to accelerate in both speed and intensity. He slowly stood up, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants to reveal his completely erect cock, positioning himself in front of your cunt.

A loud. whiny gasp escaped your lips as Francis began to slick his hardened, dripping-with-pre-cum member up and down your clit as you threw your hand over your mouth and allowed your eyes to roll back. You couldn’t believe that your neighborhood milkman, a man supposed to be innocuous, could make you feel as good as this.

A part of you was wondering if he had seduced the other women in your neighborhood and done the same to them, but it didn’t matter to you. He was putting his experience to good use.

“Are you ready?” Francis asks softly, head tilted lightly as his hands gently squeezed and fondled your chubby hips. The abyss of pleasure he had thrown you down left you a bit dazed, so it took you a few seconds before you nodded in affirmation.

He turned away, pulling out a bottle of milk and pouring some into his hand as he began to rub it all over his shaft. He can’t be- no, he was using milk as lubricant. You blinked, watching in a mix of excitement and bewilderment as he smeared the white liquid all over his large cock, making his veins glisten with anticipation and sensuality.

“Is.. is that milk?!”

“Mmhm. Can you turn over and lay on your stomach?”

You nod, flipping over laying down on the couch as your hands latched onto a pillow and you tilted your head back to look at him.

“Good girl,” Francis coos as he began to gradually slide himself inside of you from behind, his shaft beginning to fill your insides as he steadily held onto your hips to keep you from squirming around too much. The sensation was quite the thrilling one, and the taboo of getting “down and dirty” with the milkman was exciting you even more.

“Francis-!” You gasped out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the brunette began to pump his hips into yours, seemingly going deeper and deeper with every thrust. You weren’t sure if it was just the ecstasy of the ordeal confusing you, or if he was getting more aggressive, but you certainly weren’t complaining. His size was quite.. impressive, and it was definitely helping your pleasure levels.

“You’re doing good, princess.” Francis praised, smirking coyly. He continued to thrust into you, letting out deep grunts and groans that were a symphony of lust for your ears. His hands gripped your hips, occasionally sliding down to your butt to give your cheeks a little squeeze of both affection and ardor.

“What if you get me pregnant?” You ask breathlessly, the pounding of his hips into your soft ass sending you to the edge of heaven as you tilt your head back to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with lust and lechery, nothing more to show that his attention was completely focused on pleasuring you.

“We’d have a bastard child,” He says calmly, shrugging lightly as if it was nothing but a regular day for him. You wondered if it was a regular day for him, to just casually seduce and probably impregnate the women he delivered milk to. Your thoughts washed away as he thrust harder and harder, one hand sliding upwards from gripping your hips to getting itself tangled within your soft locks. “But I’d marry you before anyone finds out.”

His reassuring words and tone would’ve calmed you down had it not been for the fact that the two of you were actively engaging in intercourse at the moment. The feeling of Francis sliding in and out of your sensitive opening from behind was clouding your senses, and hell, clouding your vision too. Your eyes were hazy as you could barely make out the outline of your television, but it was fine. This felt perfect.

Would it be improper to say that you were getting the milkman’s milk?

And would it be even worse to say that you were enjoying each and every second his dick slid in and out of you?

“So, so good..” You mumble into the pillow, panting as pearls of sweat dripped down your forehead and slid onto the cloth of the pillow you were grasping onto. His hips continued to slam into your rear as his fingers gripped your strands of hair tightly, almost pulling them out had it not been for his restraint and slight fear of hurting you.

“You’re taking it well.” Francis comments, moving his hand from your scalp down to your jawline as he gently tilted you to look back at him. Your soft, alluring gaze met his more seductive and lustful one as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours as your tongues battled in a war of passion and lasciviousity.

“This is.. quite indecent,” You murmured against his lips as you leaned into yet another kiss from him, that simple kiss quickly morphing into a heavy make-out session. Once he finally pulled away, giving your cheeks a soft slap, you moaned louder as his thrusts began to accelerate again.

“Mm.. `m gonna cum soon, babygirl,” He pants out, lifting a hand to wipe away the sweat dotting his hairline as he finally takes his hat off and tosses it aside, revealing his soft brown locks that were tousled and messy. You moaned, realizing that you were close to also tipping off of the edge of heaven as well.

Before you could warn him, the two of you reached your climaxes, his cum filling your insides as your fingernails dug into the pillow and you screamed. It was one of the most pleasuring sensations imaginable, but any coherent thoughts were washed aside by the ecstasy of finally reaching your peak.

“Would you like to go for another round?”

And you immediately nod in affirmation.

[thathorriblebitch]

I love chapter 9 because it's like perfectly screwed up roadtrip vibes and I loveee it.

If you wanna avoid spoilers BE WARNED!

SPOILERSSS

THE SILLY LITTLE GUY WHO MISINTERPRETED SEX AS FORGIVENESS

Dude I love that like scar doesn't hate grian but instead resents him. He's been given no time to cope with being cheated on because instead he's been forced to just accept and value the fact that G is still alive even if he's the last person he would've wanted. And the fact is, is that there was (probably) a very real and honest reason that scar and grian fell in love to begin their relationship and its resurfacing because it's like they're starting anew. ALSO THE FACT THAT G WILL LEAVE SCAR TO GO HUNTING FOR A BIKE SO THEY CAN GET THEIR BUTTS MOVING IS SO PAINFULLY LOVING BUT ALSO WHY WERENT YOU THIS LOVING BACK WHEN IT WAS OPTIONAL?!?!?

I need more communication between these two that ends with love and cuddles with either no seggs or reciprocated and loving seggs.

And for the rest of the plot of the chapter, like 3 or 4 comments were talking about scar shooting a person/survivor at the end of the chapter but I lowkey feel like is going to be ZombieCleo lol. Idk like a human activity turning into a zombie would destroy scar and I feel like G would insta try to kill her since they can't escape the garage easily after the gunshot being heard by all local zombies.

I've been stuck thinking that G just wanted scar as his like back up bf before the end if the world, and BigB is like what G wanted for a physical relationship if ykyk. And that Grian was so jealous of cub in earlier chapters, reminds me of the quote thats like 'the thing a cheater is most afraid of is being cheated on' (or smth like that).

Anyway lots to come for grians pov, can't wait Andddd my art may be extra late next week bc THIS NEXT FRIDAY IS MY BDAY!! (the 8th)

Cya l&k @uhohbestie keep us heartbroken for scar and rooting for g to get his shit together

Byeeeeee

[verdantglow]

“Scar waits until the fire is past the point of extinguishing before he reaches into his other pocket and pulls out the condom wrapper, gold, open, and accusing as its foil catches the fire light. He makes sure to hold it up. Makes sure that Grian sees it. He keeps eye contact, smile fixed on his face even when Grian’s eyes widen in recognition.”

- There Are Monsters Nearby by @uhohbestie

This fic is amazing & I highly recommend it & I seriously cannot wait for the next chapter. (Even though it makes me want to grab Grian by the shoulders & shake some goddamn sense into him.) (He is infuriating.) (I consider that a sign of very good writing, that the character is infuriating but the actual piece is so fun to read.)

[sun-cube]

it's literally 6am dude i could NOT fall asleep after reading @uhohbestie's newest chapter (16) of TAMN are you kidding??

[cadence-talle]

LYNN LADYBUG I JUST CAUGHT MYSELF SPELLING LINH AS LYNN AGAIN SHSJSJ IF THIS FIC HAS THAT IN IT SOMEWHERE THEN JUST IGNORE IT IT KEEPS HAPPENING JSJSJ-

hello my name is lynn song :) and i am an elf :))) and this is my twin brother tamn (pronounced like damn with a t) song :)) and my girlfriend marcella redek 

[theladyragnell]

OTP Song Meme

I was tagged by @pluckyredhead! Who already did Matt/Foggy, so y’all are getting other things.

The rules: list 5 songs you associate with your otp so others can get a clear idea of what their relationship is like.

And since my most recent fic is for a D&D ship approximately three other people know much or care about, clearly the answer here is to do them. But I LOVE this game and could play it a million times, really. (So I guess if anyone wants to drop a ship in my inbox I can make no promises but might do a few? I know this is cheating, but I am not certain I care.)

Anyway! Valira/Haoti!

1. Bad Habit // Ben Platt

someone to quiet the voices in my head / make them sing to me instead / it’s you

2. Night Terror // Laura Marling

if you want him / then you’re gonna have to fight me

3. Not Alone // Alexia Khadime & Liam Tamne

I can’t stop the dark / I can’t change the world / but I can take your hand

4. Give // Hey Ocean!

we all have our demons / and some hearts are hard to pin / but you’ve got me feeling / and I think I’m giving in

5. This Love // Taylor Swift

this love is alive, back from the dead

And I am supposed to tag 5 people I think, but honestly I want to hear about EVERYBODY’s OTP songs, especially for their weird underground ships. Spread the love, everyone!

[uhohbestie]

There Are Monsters Nearby [Chapter 14]

🏜 Pairing: Grian/Scar

🧟‍♂️ Tags: zombie AU, zombie apocalypse, lovers to exes, slow burn, eventual reconciliation

📖 Summary: The day after Scar breaks up with Grian, the dead come back to life. Knowing that venturing out alone is a death sentence, the sudden onset of the apocalypse forces them to stick together despite the tensions between them. In the wreckage of the world, they're forced to survive side-by-side, coming to terms with the fact that—try as they might—there's still no one they trust more than each other.

Chatper 14 - Scar's worsening condition forces him to share his situation with the trio. Grian should learn that honesty is the best approach, but he doesn't. Quackity makes dinner, and Karl shows off his nail polish collection to Scar. Grian continues to be his own worst enemy.

📝 Words: 8,099

🔗 Link: Read Chapter 14 on AO3

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“Who are you waiting for?”

The question catches Grian off guard, and he revels in it.

Everything about it reeks of distrust and paranoia. How on earth would he and Scar communicate with anyone outside the group without attracting attention? And why the hell would they do it in the first place? The sheer absurdity of it sparks a deeply satisfied, bitter validation in Grian’s chest—the proof he needed to confirm he wasn’t the only one with apprehensions lurking in the back of his head.

“Who do you think?” Grian challenges without answering the question.

“It just seems like you were really pushing for us to get us here as fast as possible, and now you’re in no hurry to move on,” Quackity deflects in a perfectly level tone, acting like he has the higher moral ground. “Put yourself in our shoes—how do you think that comes off?”

“I’m in an organ harvesting cult that’s in league with the zombies,” Grian scoffs, rolling his eyes at the absurdity of it all. “Is that what you want to hear?”

“You’re the one saying it,” Quackity pressures, relentless. “I just asked a question. You started making all these wild leaps.”

Grian doesn’t have time for this, resenting how he’s been pushed so effortlessly onto his back foot by Quackity’s clever questioning. The validation of the trio’s mistrust doesn’t benefit him, and he still doesn’t want to out Scar to people who could not only be a threat, but have just shown they don't see them as equals.

“Are we in court?” Grian snaps. “Am I on trial? There’s no hidden meeting with some ragtag party of bandits waiting in the wings. We’re just tired. It’s not a secret. And frankly, I’m sick of you three acting like we’re holding you back. I’ve said it before, but clearly it bears repeating—you can leave without us. Go ahead. No one’s going to stop you.”

It’s a bold ultimatum, one that Grian’s sure Scar wouldn’t appreciate, seeing as he's made it abundantly clear they benefit from the strength in numbers.

Quackity gives Karl a look, loaded. He then makes a gesture that communicates something Karl clearly understands, but Grian can’t decipher. It feels damning.

It feels like he’s been caught.

It’s a feeling he’s been experiencing way too often, lately.

“I think we should talk to Scar,” Karl says at last, gentle but firm in a way that’s clear he wants to put an end to the argument.

“Scar’s going to agree with me,” Grian mutters anyway.

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Another Friday with another chapter of zombie au! This chapter has some of my favourite Vulnerable Grian Moments™. We hope you like it!

You can read the whole story thus-far linked below!

You may not rest now, There Are Monsters Nearby (on ao3!)

[uhohbestie]

There Are Monsters Nearby [Chapter 13]

🏜 Pairing: Grian/Scar

🧟‍♂️ Tags: zombie AU, zombie apocalypse, lovers to exes, slow burn, eventual reconciliation

📖 Summary: The day after Scar breaks up with Grian, the dead come back to life. Knowing that venturing out alone is a death sentence, the sudden onset of the apocalypse forces them to stick together despite the tensions between them. In the wreckage of the world, they're forced to survive side-by-side, coming to terms with the fact that—try as they might—there's still no one they trust more than each other.

Chatper 13 - Scar's condition gets worse, and Grian continues to not get along well with others. Moving on doesn't seem likely-- in more ways than one-- and though everyone around him seems determined to make the best of a bad situation, Grian alone bitterly continues to engage in even more self-sabotage.

📝 Words: 7,693

🔗 Link: Read Chapter 13 on AO3

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The second the door shuts behind the trio, Scar is shifting in his seat, the wince in his expression obvious. Something worrisome grips tight around Grian’s heart, and he resists the urge to gravitate to Scar’s side and fuss.

“Grian,” Scar says, serious.

“How bad?”

Scar looks towards the door, expression inscrutable before he breathes out, slow and even. “Bad.”

Silence settles between them, the air suddenly thick and stuffy, heavy with the implication.

“I need you to help me get back to the bedroom.”

The reality of what Scar is saying unfolds in Grian’s chest like something dreadful and rancid. The worst case scenario of Scar pushing himself too hard for too many days.

“Okay.” Grian’s numb as he says it, stepping forward on autopilot as he slings Scar’s arm across his shoulder and helps leverage him to his feet. Scar’s expression is tight, determined to look strong even in a vulnerable moment. He lets a short breath in and out through his nose before he nods and they move with slow, careful steps down the hall.

They’re lucky they have a bed. For a moment, Grian tries to imagine what would have happened had Scar seized up in the open desert, but the horror of the hypothetical compresses the question into an impenetrable knot in his mind.

Working together, Grian helps Scar lay down on the mattress, expression creased as he focuses and tries not to panic. Once safely down, Scar closes his eyes and tilts his head back, exposing the long column of his throat as he heaves a long, pained sigh.

Hesitant, Grian deliberates for a moment before he asks, “What do we tell them?”

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Another Friday another chapter of zombie au! We broke the 100k word count with this one- a nice milestone for us >:3 hope u enjoy this one!

You can read the whole story thus-far linked below!

You may not rest now, There Are Monsters Nearby (on ao3!)

[uhohbestie]

There Are Monsters Nearby [Chapter 9]

🏜 Pairing: Grian/Scar

🧟‍♂️ Tags: zombie AU, zombie apocalypse, lovers to exes, slow burn, eventual reconciliation

📖 Summary: The day after Scar breaks up with Grian, the dead come back to life. Knowing that venturing out alone is a death sentence, the sudden onset of the apocalypse forces them to stick together despite the tensions between them. In the wreckage of the world, they're forced to survive side-by-side, coming to terms with the fact that—try as they might—there's still no one they trust more than each other.

Chatper 9 - The duo endeavour to overcome some (literal) obstacles by proceeding cross-country on foot. The view at the summit of their hike is worrisome, and neither of them are prepared for what awaits them on the other side.

📝 Words: 7,381

🔗 Link: Read Chapter 9 on AO3

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The city stretches out below them, wrapped tight to the base of the mountain and stretching out until it disappears into its own haze. Scar’s seen a city sprawl before, but he’s never seen anything like this. Parts of it are blackened, still smouldering from uncontained fires run amok. Other parts look cratered, homes, buildings, and entire blocks having crumbled back on top of themselves, leaving concrete skeletons standing in their absence. Smoke trickles up towards the sky in thready columns, signs of occupation or encampments, maybe, or just society continuing to collapse in on itself.

It looks like a war zone.

He feels sick.

“This isn’t a small hiccup, is it?” Grian asks as they both stare, his voice flattened and low. “This isn’t just going to blow over in a week.”

“I don’t know.” It’s not a lie, but deep in his gut Scar feels the permanence of their situation making itself clear. An irreparable shift in the way the world works.

They continue staring in silence, just the two of them, alone on the edge of the wreckage of what used to be. Mourning, not for the first time, and not for the last.

“Have you noticed there are no planes?” Grian asks after what feels like hours, though has only been a handful of minutes, at most. “No highway sounds, no industry, no sirens. It’s so quiet.”

It’s true. Their last days have been crushingly devoid of sound, all the usual background clamour of their lives absent. Scar has tried not to dwell on it much.

It scares him.

“We should keep going,” he says instead, even though every one of his limbs protests at the thought. “The hard part’s over, right? All downhill from here.”

“Right,” Grian says, slowly tearing his eyes away from the scene spread before him. “Hard part’s over.”

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Another Friday another chapter of zombie au! This is the end of the first arc of the fic, which we're really really excited about! But also nervous! But also excited! A world of emotion in our hearts.

You can read the whole story thus-far linked below!

You may not rest now, There Are Monsters Nearby (on ao3!)

[uhohbestie]

There Are Monsters Nearby [Chapter 11]

🏜 Pairing: Grian/Scar

🧟‍♂️ Tags: zombie AU, zombie apocalypse, lovers to exes, slow burn, eventual reconciliation

📖 Summary: The day after Scar breaks up with Grian, the dead come back to life. Knowing that venturing out alone is a death sentence, the sudden onset of the apocalypse forces them to stick together despite the tensions between them. In the wreckage of the world, they're forced to survive side-by-side, coming to terms with the fact that—try as they might—there's still no one they trust more than each other.

Chatper 11 - The group get to know one another as they continue across the desert. Scar's never been more grateful to have people to talk to. Grian's never seemed so determined to make a bad first impression.

📝 Words: 7,531

🔗 Link: Read Chapter 11 on AO3

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Fifteen minutes pass, and then fifteen more. Scar is beginning to doze off when he finally hears the approach of Karl, Sapnap, and Quackity. He can tell it’s them by the sound of their laughter; a cacophony of overlapping calls and chattering. It takes him a moment of hard thought to remember the last time he had a chance to enjoy himself like that.

The sentimentalist in him wants it to have been with Grian, but reluctantly he’s almost positive that it was with Pearl.

He tries not to overthink it—doesn’t want to spend his time wrestling with the bag of cats that are his feelings for Grian. It doesn’t matter, he tells himself. Despite it all, Scar would rather have Grian with him than be alone without him. Even if it comes at the cost of the laughter and light-hearted banter that he so desperately wishes he could share with him again.

He cocks his head to the side, listening as they approach. Karl is giggling, giddy and loud, and Sapnap and Quackity are bantering back and forth, words indiscernible from a distance, but recognizable from their pitch and tones. It’s funny to hear them when they think no one else is around. Understandably, Quackity and Sapnap have both remained carefully subdued in their presence—a caution that Karl seems to have forgone—but at a distance Scar can hear them as they normally are. Boisterous, talking easily over top of one another, shouting and laughing in a casual, comfortable exchange.

“They’re certainly loud enough, aren’t they?” Grian criticizes, busying himself with putting away the snacks they had out during their break, cleaning up the area. “They’re lucky there’s no googlies around. They’d be calling them in for miles.”

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We're back after our break with a new chapter of Zombie AU! Thanks for your patience with our little vacation! We're so excited to resume posting!

You can read the whole story thus-far linked below!

You may not rest now, There Are Monsters Nearby (on ao3!)

[uhohbestie]

There Are Monsters Nearby [Chapter 2]

🏜 Pairing: Grian/Scar

🧟‍♂️ Tags: zombie AU, zombie apocalypse, lovers to exes, slow burn, eventual reconciliation

📖 Summary: The day after Scar breaks up with Grian, the dead come back to life.

Or: Desert Duo's desert road trip. 🚗💨

Chatper 2 - Scar and Grian take a pit stop in the midst of the zombie apocalypse. It goes about as well as you'd expect.

📝 Words: 5,334

🔗 Link: Read Chapter 2 on AO3

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“Do you think…” Scar interrupts, still in somewhat of a daze. “Do you think there are more of those things out here?”

The expression on Grian’s face flickers, changing from annoyance to something milder and more human.

“I don’t know,” he admits at last, casting his attention uneasily towards the too-quiet gas station sitting across from them. “While you were asleep we passed a police barrier about an hour outside the city, but no one was at it. The traffic seemed normal, but…” Uncertainty flickers in his eyes, lasting for a moment before it’s replaced by something more focused and determined. “The best thing we can do right now is take stock and get gas, and then keep going.”

“Keep going where?” Scar can’t help but ask.

“Well I don’t know, Scar,” Grian snaps, exasperation returning in an instant. “It’s bad enough with the—with those googlies running around. I don’t have answers, alright? We’re going to get gas, and we’re going to keep going until we find someone that can tell us what’s going on. That’s all.”

The buckle of his seatbelt clicks as he unfastens it. Grian moves with determined confidence, opening the door and stepping out onto the asphalt. There’s a moment of stillness as they both take a breath, waiting for the world to dissolve into bloodlust around them, but nothing reacts—nothing lurches at them out of nowhere—and with it Grian’s confidence grows even higher.

“Come out and help me,” he instructs, and obediently, Scar follows.

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It's Friday, so here's chapter 2 of our zombie au Scarian fic! The post-breakup wounds are still fresh (heh) as Scar and Grian attempt to raid a gas station.

You can read the whole fic linked below!

You may not rest now, There Are Monsters Nearby (on ao3!)

[uhohbestie]

There Are Monsters Nearby [Chapter 10]

🏜 Pairing: Grian/Scar

🧟‍♂️ Tags: zombie AU, zombie apocalypse, lovers to exes, slow burn, eventual reconciliation

📖 Summary: The day after Scar breaks up with Grian, the dead come back to life. Knowing that venturing out alone is a death sentence, the sudden onset of the apocalypse forces them to stick together despite the tensions between them. In the wreckage of the world, they're forced to survive side-by-side, coming to terms with the fact that—try as they might—there's still no one they trust more than each other.

Chatper 10 - Scarian meet their first survivors in the zombie apocalypse. Scar is relieved to find out they're not alone in the world. Grian didn't come here to make friends.

📝 Words: 12,737

🔗 Link: Read Chapter 10 on AO3

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The ignition fires but the barrel pulls to the side, missing his mark entirely. The sound of the rifle firing deafens him for a moment, Scar wincing as he suffers through the ringing in his ears. In the doorway, another figure winces as well. A young man, barely into his twenties. His brown hair hangs, unwashed and tousled, in front of his eyes. He’s dressed in an over-large floral knit sweater under a khaki overcoat, feet shoved into leather boots with dangling, untied laces. Blotchy, sunburnt skin; chipped nail polish; breathing. Alive.

Alive.

“Oh,” the stranger says, voice brighter than it has any right to be. “You’re people.”

“Oh my god.” The revelation hits Scar all at once, the surprise and delight at meeting another person—someone else; not just him and Grian, but another survivor—upended by the fact that he’d instinctively tried to kill him. “I almost shot you.”

A laugh bubbles up out of the stranger, high and delighted, almost manic.

“Holy shit,” he gasps, voice edged in disbelief. “You almost shot me.”

They look at one another, Scar laid out on the floor, back resting against the plywood wall, rifle still held tight in his hands, and the stranger, hands fidgeting at his sides, rocking his weight from one foot to the other.

At almost the exact same time, they both dissolve into relieved, jittery laughter.

“You could’ve killed me,” the stranger adds, like the revelation is still settling in. “I could’ve died.”

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Another Friday another chapter of zombie au! It's march break so we're taking a pause next week, so this chapter is a longer one to tide you over! Plus! There's new characters! three of them? A little blast from our mcyt past 💜🧡💙

You can read the whole story thus-far linked below!

You may not rest now, There Are Monsters Nearby (on ao3!)

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There Are Monsters Nearby [Chapter 4]

🏜 Pairing: Grian/Scar

🧟‍♂️ Tags: zombie AU, zombie apocalypse, lovers to exes, slow burn, eventual reconciliation

📖 Summary: The day after Scar breaks up with Grian, the dead come back to life.

Or: Desert Duo’s desert road trip. 🚗💨

Chatper 4 - A pit-stop at a roadside tourist trap dredges up a bunch of unresolved feelings. Scar misses Cub.

📝 Words: 5,174

🔗 Link: Read Chapter 4 on AO3

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“We’ve been lucky so far,” Grian mumbles,taking the car back onto the road, “Not a soul blocking our routes, and only a handful of monsters to deal with.”

“Why do you think that is?” Scar muses.

“How do you mean?” Grian asks, checking over his shoulder out of habit as he merges onto the highway.

“Like… isn’t it strange that we’ve had no issues getting this far?”

“I wouldn’t call being attacked by zombies multiple times ‘no issues’,. Scar”

“No, I mean,” Scar sighs, unsure how to phrase it. “Besides right at the start of all this, back at my place... we’ve had it relatively easy. I would’ve thought it would be worse, y’know? Cars backed up, blocked roads, massive wandering hordes of the undead… it just seems really quiet for the end of the world.”

“Are you saying you’re disappointed?” Grian laughs, bemused.

“Not disappointed, just… worried, I guess. Worried that this is it. That this is all there is.”

Just you and me and endless miles of road and no room to breathe, he thinks.

There’s a beat and then Grian prods, cautious. “Is this about Cub again?”

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It’s Friday and we're here with another chapter of our zombie au Scarian fic! You can read the whole story thus-far linked below!

You may not rest now, There Are Monsters Nearby (on ao3!)