❝ 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫, 𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥? ❞ After years of not speaking, only watching each other from afar like the darkest moon and the most brilliant, distant star, the wind changes their course; Who would've thought that Star had been waiting all along just to shine beside the Moon? Because between words left unsaid and words spoken with feigned malice, a compromise can always be found. ༘⋆𖦹✮ Side ships! ~ ♫ - MiziSua ✿⁠ -- HyuLuka ♡ ╭────────── ♱ · 𓆩🤍𓆪 · ♱ ─╮ [ M o r e I n f o ~ ! ] ╰─ ♱ · 𓆩🤍𓆪 · ♱ ──────────╯ The art in the cover is NOT mine!! All credits to the author!! honestly... I've put the Yellow Flag X Yellow Flag tag cuz they are a bit... ehh. BUT!!! They match each other's freak so... eheh. Yk how it is... Negative and Negative make Positive. Jock!Ivan x Emo!Till fanfiction! Second story!! <3 Please comment and vote! Have fun reading! ^⁠_⁠^

As Ivan fell Till looked in horror and disbelief while holding his neck. Ivan was smiling, he just got shot and was smiling at him. ~This is my first fic!!! Alienstage hyperfixation is real~ Art is not mine! Art is by COLIQO on X!

At the end of round seven, Till and Ivan are not dead (trust) Also I should probably say first that I reallyyy don't like Luka.

Ivan lost his stage. Till lost his. At the end of round six, Ivan is rescued - but with no way to get Till out, and no way to tell if he's even alive. Except breaking into the old garden of Anakt. Creds to my friend for the title WHY HAS THIS GOT SO MANY READS ITS SO BAD WTH

the aftermath of round 6 (Coping rn) this was made before round 7 was made The characters do not belong to me they rightfully belong to their creator: VIVINOS April 10 2024

This is for all the fans of alien stage facing denial. It's an IvanTill story to satisfy your hunger. Enjoyy! :p DISCLAIMER: The mentioned characters DO NOT belong to me, they're VIVINOS and QMENG's creations.

They were raised in a place that called itself holy but felt more like a prison. Two boys shaped by bruises and silence learned to survive by clinging to each other. In a world where humans like them are currency, love is the only rebellion they have left. When one of them is sold and sent to Earth to serve a wealthy family, they expect separation to finally break them. It doesn't. Because the other refuses to stay behind. He follows - into a new world, into another gilded cage - determined that if they must be owned, they will at least remain together. Even in captivity, they choose each other. This story is my idea, please don't steal from it.

"Don't leave me." Fire. Aliens. Betrayal. Cities. Darkness. "Don't be afraid." Escape. Comets. Teeth. Sleep. Collars. Till survived. Ivan couldn't have hoped for anything more. He achieved his ultimate goal. He protected Till. Till is alive. That's all he wants. Ivan cannot escape death. He is dead. But Ivan would rather be dead than forget about Till.

artist: yukima_123 on Twitter/X ⚠️ Content Warning / Trigger Warning This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including: Child abuse / domestic abuse Self-harm and mental health struggles Panic attacks and trauma Homophobia and bullying Emotional manipulation and recovery Reader discretion is advised. If you are struggling or need support, you are not alone - please reach out to someone you trust or contact a local helpline. (For example: In the U.S., you can call or text 988 for the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline. If you're outside the U.S., visit findahelpline.com for international hotlines.) Sneak peak: The first bell always sounds like it's mocking me. Too bright, too loud, too alive. Everyone in the hall is talking, laughing, bumping shoulders like their world isn't falling apart inside their own homes. Mine is. I keep my head down, hoodie up, sketchbook tight against my chest. Pencil shavings line the edges of my backpack like some kind of armor. If I can just make it to art class without someone calling me "weirdo" or "vampire," it'll be a good day. read more to find out :))

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 7 years have gone by, 7 years without you. I wrote letters, so many, drawings too. So why is it that I see your face beyond me, the same expression you used to wear painted on it like a mask. I knew from first glance that you were my Ivan, there was no doubting it. It was the way your body radiated that familiar warmth when we touched, the roughness of your fingertips that once used to run through my hair. And the way when you did those things my heart beat out my chest like a drum, in the past I'd stupidly thought that was hatred since we never learnt what love actually was. If we had, would we have had our happy ending? After everything, after finally coming to terms with your death and my feelings, which laid on my shoulders like a heavy burden. Why were you stood in front of me? °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Rebel au Mpreg basically, updates every Thursday!!