3 Works by zero_thoughtz
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Grian’s hand was cold and wet against his, his clothing and skin soaked from their fall in the deep snow banks. Scar saw this as a perfect opportunity to surprise his perfect boyfriend. Grian’s hand fell from his, Scar pulling his scarred one away and stepping off onto the carpet.
“I have something to give you!”
“What? Scar, you know Christmas isn’t for another week,” Grian questioned, shifting his weight onto one leg.
“5 days, actually,”
OR: Scar and Grian are just being wholesome and cute around Christmas
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He locked eyes with Scar across the room. Seven minutes. Alone in a confined space with somebody he’s been desperately in love with for years. Anybody else he could be stuck with, anybody else he could laugh off. It would be funny. But for some god forsaken reason, Grian can’t act normal around Scar.
He trudged towards the selected closet, trying not to look severely dreadful as they set the timer and closed the door behind them, the soft click of the lock playing like a laugh at Grian’s mortified soul.
OR: Grian and Scar are trapped in a closet and they kiss because I felt like it!
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His hands moved before his mind, allowing the gray to return to Scar’s face. He won the battle against the bleeding red paint, staring at Scar’s face. Riddled with grey, eyes a wild red that he hadn’t bothered to change. That was his Scar. The first Scar. The one he’d murdered. The one he’d ruined. The one he’d watched life leave the eyes of. And it was all his fault. It was always going to be his fault. Years spent in a never ending loop of death games, years spent being the one at fault.
“Songbird?” A voice cut through his terror. That voice. His voice.