#oh god even alien stage w ivan and till

[prettybbychim]

u know beigguang is kinda like… what you’d get if u fused neuvillette and zhongli together + fused wriothesley and childe together. and made em lesbians ofc 😌

[azes-silliness]

Imagine...

Warnings: major character death, angst, spoilers.

Wordcount: 528

An: :) I love Alien Stage. I’m making a round seven version. Aka Ivan vs Luka 🗣️

A world where Ivan won round six.

Of course he didn’t mean to. He’d never directly or indirectly hurt Till.

But as his voice dimmed through the stadium, making way for Till to take over and tilt the tables,

The stage stilled with silence.

Ivan quickly turned to Till to see what was wrong-why wasn’t he trying!?

Yet he saw it-Till’s dull eyes moving to the floor as he slowly let go of the microphone. Till looked so tired-so done, so hopeless. The eyebags under his eyes had only gotten worse, now staining his perfect face. It was horrifying. All the fight drained from him along with Mizi’s disappearance.

90% 91% 92%

Their song was almost done-and Ivan was winning.

Till would die.

No. That was unacceptable. Ivan ran towards the desolate boy, hoping that violence would impact his own score enough to let Till win.

Till could live without him. He’d never would live without Till. 96% 97% 98% 99%

Ivan was too late. As the words IVAN WIN flashed on the screen behind him, he felt his blood run cold.

Ivan didn’t stop running, tackling Till into a hug. He wished he could use his own body as a shield. He wished he could protect the boy in his arms from everything-the aliens, the sound of the gun being loaded behind them, himself,

He felt Till bury his head into Ivan’s shoulder, the other’s tears soaking his shirt. “Till…!” He whispered. Or maybe he cried. Ivan’s own tears mixing in with Till’s was deafening.

Oh, if only this was how eternity would span. Embracing Till in his arms, his own body a shield or a cloth for Till’s wims.

“Out of the way.” He heard before a hand attempted to rip him away from the love of his life.

He didn’t let go. He’d never. Both of then tumbled aside, Ivan stubbornly, desperately clinging on to the limp form in his arms. “Why…?” The almost lifeless whisper coming from the mouth of the most lively person Ivan knew felt wrong. If the great Anakt was ever so merciful all Ivan wished was for Till to live as he did. Careless, roudy, beautiful.

”What do you mean w-“ Ivan attempted to reply, but was cut off by a sharp pain in his back. The alien was back, now with a taser to Ivan’s neck and a gun to Till’s. Ivan couldn’t move his body anymore. Jolts of electric pain shot through him. He couldn’t even scream. Maybe it was supposed to hurt even more. Ivan would even welcome that a thousand times rather than the sight of Till’s blood splattering his face.

How cruel the world was.

He couldn’t even move his mouth to mourn.

Tears welled in his eyes as Ivan struggled to move his hand to Till’s bleeding neck. He couldn’t save him.

A weak yet bright smile graces Till’s dying face. It was almost assuring. As if Till was whispering he would be content wherever Mizi was.

…

Of course. As it always was. He was where Mizi was.

Ivan couldn’t help the bitter, pained smile that cracked across his face.

“My god, my universe.”