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Till is doing this for Mizi, of course.
“Anyway, leave Mizi alone. She looks happier when you’re not there,” Till says petulantly.
“Are you projecting?” Till’s eyebrows arch. Ivan, in typical fashion, only proceeds when he knows how to hurt him best. “You know, Mizi never played with you in the first place.” It takes Ivan a long moment to continue, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes watching the corner furthest away from Till intently. “I was the one who played with you.”
That’s right, Till thinks for a moment. Why don’t you anymore?
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Anakt’s 50th class have a field trip to the beach.
“The sky opening up,” Ivan said, “could explain the state after a heavy rainpour, the beginning rays of the sun shining through after an insistent darkness.” Thoughtfully, his eyes had glanced in Till’s direction before turning back to the ceiling above them, where a pixel in the middle of a static cloud flickered. “It was also, some believed, a description of an event that happened during the end of everything. A remaking of sorts. A splitting of the world. Fascinating, no?”
One of Till’s hands had cupped itself over the other, rubbing at each of his knuckles in turn. They’re not too different, he thought. An ending to all of this would be a kind of clearing too.
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Till and Ivan find a new way to talk things out.
There was always, between them, the looming understanding that ground rules hardly served as ground rules as much as they did mild suggestions or, if Ivan was being particularly irritating, petty challenges.
Don't leave marks above the collarbone or past the elbow. Don’t touch the ribs poking out of my sides. Don’t press your thumb against my snaggletooth. Don't scrape my nails when I’ve painted them. Don’t order me around. Don't touch my piercings. Don’t say my name when you come. Don’t stop just because you noticed me crying. Don’t stare. Don’t look at me like that. God, please, don’t look at me like that.
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Subtle Planes of the Anatomical Heart by pinecow for anumone_7
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
14 Jan 2026
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Till seems to be repeating all the same steps from when he was a child in the entirely wrong order.
Does it hurt, he would like to imagine Ivan asking when he speaks next. Till would like to roll his eyes and scoff and say, Has it ever not? What’s new? His eyes trace the curve of Ivan’s back which straightens and bends repeatedly. His hand rubs at it incessantly. There is a minute wince on his face that Till barely catches before it’s forced into the corners of a tight smile. What about you? Till wants to say back. Does it hurt?
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Till is weaker to Ivan's unusual requests than he'd like to admit.
Ivan had mumbled something inaudible with his cheek pressed against his shoulder. After a minute of Till trying to make sense of it, Ivan repeated, “Sit on me.” Then added a polite, “Please.”
“Uh,” Till said smartly. “Um.”
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A collection of fics about our favorite lady getting some well-deserved hugs :)
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Till bends his head down. Somewhere along the way, his Ivan has vanished. Till sweeps Ivan’s wet hair away from his face, smooths his palm down Ivan’s broad chest to feel for the heartbeat thudding slow but solid there. He’s only trembling slightly. He puts his lips to Ivan’s ear.
‘Get the fuck up, idiot.’
Ivan opens his eyes.
In the end, Ivan comes back to Till in the form of a cryogenic chamber. (Or: Ivan and Till get worse before they get better.)
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11 Apr 2026
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The tip of Till's sharp little nose presses firmly into the divot where Ivan's jaw meets his neck as he bites there, too, just a smidge too gently for comfort. If not for shame he would urge Till deeper until his pulse echoes through his teeth.
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to ravish and to ravage, two terribly similar words. phonetically speaking. perhaps conceptually, too.
this is just nonsensical weird nasty fluff sorrySeries
- Part 2 of ivtiiv ramblings
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08 Apr 2026
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Ivan breathes a humorless laugh. "I don't know what it is you want from me."
Till furiously snaps back, "I want you to—" before cutting himself off. He takes a deep breath and relaxes his scrunched-up facial features before continuing, quieter. "I'm your best friend. I find you half passed out in some—fucked up garden that you've been coughing up for a year, and I'm freaking out because I don't know what's going on or—or if you'll be okay, and now that I know you're okay, the doctors are saying they can't let you go because you're too damn sick to be left alone!"
His lower lip quivers ever so slightly. Ivan, for his own sake, unfocuses his eyes until Till is only a shapeless blur of colors in the middle of a sea of hospital white.
"I'm your best friend," the blur repeats, breathlessly. "I want you to fucking say something to me."
Hanahaki disease is, quite famously, a condition born from love. Ivan is convinced that his case is the exception to this rule. And when each of his friends inevitably starts catching on to his quickly deteriorating health, everything goes spinning out of control.
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a little death, if, you know. if that even by neewwtrinoe
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
09 Dec 2025
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It has been three weeks and two nights since they first spoke, if one could call whatever that was a conversation. Two weeks and six days since they first exchanged punches.
About twelve minutes and fifty-seven seconds since they undressed down to nothing and surrendered to the lukewarm water.
There is only one pair of eyes boring holes into him now.id est - musings on inhibition, rumination; melancholy and loathing and other things that love company.
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09 Feb 2026
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“Your freak,” Luka begins, as Till’s face reddens at the realisation of his slip-up, “Is right there, in the sink you keep glaring daggers into,”
“Hah,” Till deadpans, “That’s funny. So funny. Wow, Ivan, you got me. You’re so funny. Quit modelling, pursue a stand-up career,” He fake laughs extra hard for emphasis.
The room stays silent. The child sneezes. It’s fucking adorable.
Ivan inexplicably turns into a five-year-old. Till deals with this better than he deals with his feelings for the child's fully grown counterpart.
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08 Feb 2026