Rebelau Stories

Hello!, Xie here. I decided to make a one-shot about this au, And no i am not discontinuing my other work or "The day we met changed me" fan fiction. For your information , I am not a native speaker when it comes to english, That means my first language wasnt english at all-i am an experienced writer but had only published one work. this is my second. This fan fiction's main focus is only ivantill, there will be a couple of side characters from the rebellion team-including isaac, Dewey, and more. Please excuse my bad grammar and my typos here, Ill make sure to learn english further to be even more fluent. Special credits : i dont know. i found it on Pinterest. credits to whoever drew this.

Ivan and Till were a complicated pair, both intertwined by fate to eachother. One obsessed, the other oblivious. So when Ivan suddenly comes back and acts oddly different it makes Till feel a weird kind of way. [Based off of 'Reflection' by boiya] I WILL POST CHAPTERS ONCE BOIYYANG FINISHS HER COMIC

Western City is plagued by street gangs that only care about money and drugs. When Eak Mendez, a boy who isn't enjoying his summer vacation at all, gets into a fight with a gang that call themselves The Nightmares, his world is turned upside down. Follow him and his carnal Towntrap on their mission to bring back the kinds of gangs Western City used to praise. But that's easier said than done, right? -Contains Triggering Subjects-

Haha, ya gurl's got a second book up. Be prepared for more bullshit! ^^

It had been 2 days, 5 months and 4 years since Ivan had died, the last look of life in his eyes as he reached towards Till in his final moments. Grief wasn't something familiar to Till, but he'd eventually become accustomed to it. Only after Round 6 did he realise what he truly felt for the man. It was cruel, twisted love. UPDATES EVERY TUESDAY

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 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!!