6 Works by zero_thoughtz
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John was perfect in every way. His dark, curly hair fell around his face in this disgustingly gorgeous way. He stood nearly half a foot taller than Alex himself, forcing the shorter man to crane his neck in order to admire his boyfriend’s gorgeous, beautiful blue eyes. It was such a striking contrast, the colour of his eyes against his hair, and god did everything about him shimmer beautifully under the moonlight. It was as if the sky itself had kissed him into his glory.
He had to be good enough for him. He could never be good enough for him.
Alexander refused to succumb to a human need for sleep.
“Alex?”
OR: alexander hamilton is gay and overworking himself, so his boyfriend distracts him.
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Who would go first? Who would win?
“Scar.”
“Grian.”
It has to be this way. It was always going to be this way. But does it?
They both had to die in the end anyways, who was to decide how they fell to doom?
OR: i rewrote the ending of 3rd life so scar and grian are deeply in love but they both die anyways.
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A new years kiss is pointless anyways, Grian would rather spend the evening sitting on his couch covered in overpriced throw blankets as a makeshift bed for his cats instead. Being in a crowded room surrounded by drunk and sweaty kissing candidates was genuine nightmare fuel to begin with, so he was fine leaving his lips untouched this New Years.
Although..
It’s been nearly a week since Scar kissed him. Under the porch light, before the watching eyes of the city's most beloved hero. It was because Morphling was watching. That’s all it was.
Except it wasn’t.
OR: Scar and Grian kiss on New Year's and talk about their feelings
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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.