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“This will mark you as mine,” Ivan says, stepping over and fastening the gold band around Till’s wrist. He looks down at it for a moment, still holding onto Till’s hand.
Till stares at it as well, his heart pounding in his chest, still not a hundred percent sure he knows what’s going on. Ivan’s never mentioned anything about this before. Despite all his weird teasing and boundary pushing, he’s never brought up making Till his concubine of all things.
“You know I’m not like you,” he says softly after a moment, swallowing hard.
“I know,” Ivan says easily, nonchalantly. Like it doesn’t matter either way.
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In an attempt to protect the servant musician Till from further mistreatment by his sadistic father, Ivan, the crown prince of Anakt, makes a deal with the king. He promises to take a wife and continue the family bloodline so long as Till can be his male concubine. As the day of the wedding looms over them, the childhood friends are forced to finally confront feelings they've suppressed and ignored for years.
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14 Jun 2026
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THIS IS SOO GOOOOOD IVE BEEN HITTING JACKPOTS LEFT AND RIGHT HOOOOLYYYYYYYYY
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Strong arms locked around Till, holding him back, but the insanity came in violent spasms. He needed to hear his voice again. Sickness festered in his gut until it coursed through his constricted throat; it burned as his voice clawed out. “I…van…”
His hand lashed out again, viciously pointing, panic boiling in his chest. “Iva…n.”
✿ Or: Eight years after the Alien Stage was blown up, Till has found some semblance of peace with the rebels. But, of course, fate decides to fuck with him. He searches for Ivan.
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13 Jun 2026
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this is literature. a beautiful literature. this is canon to me.
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“I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while and—I just wanna get it over with already! It’s weighing me down!”
‘Getting it over with’ wasn’t exactly what Till wanted to hear if Mizi was confessing to him, but he’d take it. Feeling like he’d throw up if he tried to talk, Till was more than glad to let her lead the conversation.
“S-Sure, go ahead,” he squeaked. Very cool.
“Till, I’m a lesbian.”
Till blinked at her stupidly. Slowly, he felt his stomach detach itself from his torso and sink to the bottom of his feet.
What.
Till finally gathers enough courage to confess to his lifelong crush Mizi—only for her to come out to him instead. The rejection sends him on a spiral of newfound self reflection, leading him to realize he might, maybe, be a little gay himself. Maybe.
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“I doubt that so much is written about the mystery of love for it to be as simple as that.” Ivan adjusts how he’s sitting to get a little closer to Till, so that they’re less across from one another and more side-by-side. Till doesn't shift away. “I’d say it’s human to want to be taken care of.”
“Fuck if I know,” Till sighs. “Fuck. If. I. Know.”
“Thankfully, life is about finding the answers, not having them.” Ivan shifts so that their shoulders touch, one of the plastic leaves catching on his cat-ear headband.
(Or: Present-day Chicago, teeming with werewolves and vampires alike. Till, a werewolf, finds a very unlikely friend in Ivan, a vampire.)
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His eyes travelled around the familiar features–just older, but the same; thick eyebrows, long eyelashes, and that tooth, peeking over his lip even though his mouth was closed. Till’s chest heaved, and he pulled off his gloves so that his shaking hands could cradle the face, thumbing underneath tired eyes.
This had to be a dream, and he was going to wake up soon–any second now. But time only stretched on, and he was still there in that downpour, hovered over his unconscious body.
“Ivan?” Till squeaked out–a name he hadn’t said aloud in nine years. To anyone else he was always that guy, that brat, that… feeling I didn’t understand until you were gone.
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Or: While scavenging in the wreckage of a plane crash, Till clashes with a Guard, and comes face to face with Ivan. The real Ivan; the man he thought died in an act of sacrifice, and proceeded to haunt him for years afterwards.
This story is now available in Russian, translated by Tsukimi_77
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spent the whole fic giggling and kicking my feet and holding back tears. cinema