Round...15 years?

I'm back, my loves ❤️ it's been a while since I've written an actual story!!

I got into Alien Stage, so clearly my masochist tendencies haven't lightened up at all since my Bungo Stray Dogs era.

this is just a short fanfiction to test the waters and check if the curse is going to come after me, but also see how I feel back writing because it's still kinda hard. anyways, y'all are here because you're also Alien Stage masochists or you're my friends, and in either case, you're not reading this description for a yap session but rather the plot. welp. here it is:

Dying ain't so bad. Cold, but kinda warm at the same time? Indescribable.

They lied to us in our classes for sure, though. Hearing isn't the last thing I lost, it was my sight. Mizi above me, she looked like she was grieving.

Grieving me?

I think not too long ago, I would have celebrated this even in death. I would have worshiped the sight of her tears baring themselves to the world in my honor. Now I'm not so sure, because the love I was so determined to drown in no longer had her name engraved on every molecule.

There wasn't a name anymore, rather a face. A sensation. One I'm too ashamed to describe.

My vision began to fade, black bubbling through like the blood from my neck. This is good-bye.

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a reincarnation au fanfiction where Till finds Ivan in the next life like a beaten puppy desperate for love because that's all he knows he is.

ummm for content warnings, well... Alien Stage, for one.

Depictions of violence that aren't outright stated but Till's thoughts about them are.

Implied internalized homophobia in the beginning but it's literally so minimal just a single sentence you really have to dig into.

also sex? sorta? like it's obvious the characters are having sex during a bit Till is narrating but the sex itself isn't narrated like 'hehe pp goes in cheeks' idk you'll see but there's sex in there sorta