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“God, and now I’ve made you cry. I told you I was wicked. I told you.”
Rubbing at the scars at his neck, Till inhales. “You’re wrong. We all loved each other. You loved us: me, Ivan, Sua. There’s nothing wicked about that.”
“Love… Don’t make me laugh. We trapped each other. That’s all that came from our love, the opposite of our freedom."
Till thinks of his mother letting him sing her to sleep in the kennels. He thinks of Ivan in the bar, pressing his nose against Till’s cheek, removing his collar with so much gentleness. He thinks of the final round, how Mizi shone in the audience as Till’s last beacon of hope with her arm out stretched. She had been the one to save him, in the end.
“I don’t know, Mizi. I think love is what set me free.”
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Till reminisces on his past birthdays, his past problems, and then reckons with his perpetual issue of Ivan.
written as a little itty bitty continuation of "the unintended consequences of unclosetting your best friend" but can be read as a standalone
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- Part 2 of the longest days in summer
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the unintended consequences of unclosetting your best friend by thekweenof
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
11 Jun 2026
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“You’re the token straight of our friend group,” Mizi says with immense pity, as though this is a terrible burden to be bestowed upon Till and Till alone.
“Since when was I the token straight?” Till complains. “What about Ivan?”
The table goes silent.
“Till,” Mizi says to him with the utmost sincerity. “You know Ivan is into men right?”
“...What.”
“Oh my god,” Sua groans, “he didn’t know.”
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Till tries to get Ivan to come out to him. This goes as well as you would expect.Series
- Part 1 of the longest days in summer
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bare your teeth, hold my name in your mouth by thekweenof
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
12 May 2026
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Ivan wakes up in a grass field full of red flowers. The air is warm and dry, and Ivan breathes it in, the ghost of rain still running down his face and the image of Till’s shocked face smeared in his vision. A beautiful blue sky looms overhead.
On his left, a boy with gray hair lays beside him, fast asleep. Ivan thinks surely even death could not be this cruel. Ivan swallows as he skims his fingers over the boy’s face.
“Till.” He says, too softly for anyone to hear.
Till stirs, his eyelids twitch, but he doesn’t wake.
Ah.
Ivan wonders which part of this is the bad dream.
Russian translation available!! -- Translated by Tsukimi_77
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He’s here at the top, but each floor still pressed down on his shoulders from above.
Bam, no, Viole almost brings himself to ask if he could see the stars. But that was someone else’s dream, something he promised to a long forgotten someone. He had his own reason, changed once or twice, sure, but he still kept some sort of hope tucked under his heart, so what was it? What did he want?And so Viole grips his arms closer to his chest, the whispers of dreams that weren’t his to ask swirled and swirled, and the boy still trapped in the cave spoke.
I don’t want to be alone.
Jue Viole Grace laughs. The one thing the tower gave him was what he already wanted. And like a fool,
He lost it.
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