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Till promised himself he wouldn’t show such a sour mood in front of everyone, but he underestimated just how egregious their flirting would be. Really, they should be thankful — He’d been wanting to strangle Luka the moment he brushed a thumb over the spilled soju on the edges of Ivan’s mouth. They should all count themselves lucky he hasn’t jumped across the table and broken the blonde’s wrist.
From beside him, Hyuna didn’t seem to be faring well either. If he had any doubts about her feelings on Luka during their filming, he certainly didn’t have them now. Some part of him does find it strange that the blonde turned his attention to Ivan when he’d been falling over himself to impress the brunette on set.
Is it really that strange, though? Till thinks, teal eyes glancing over at Ivan, heart thumping in his chest as he quietly admires his softness. His cheeks rosy from the liquor, black hair silky and downy, smooth and supple skin peeking out from where the younger man had unzipped his hoodie and lowered his shirt from the warmth of the alcohol.
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Luka and Ivan have started dating. Till isn't very happy about it.
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24 Oct 2025
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A Cup of Innocence by baosoup for portraitofthemothermary
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
26 Nov 2024
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Ivan was always a little naïve, wasn’t he?
It's not that he was smart, or wasn't clever, far from that; top student in his primary, maybe even 2
nd
in the country if they actually took primary children in consideration for things like this, a kind and outgoing boy who smiled always a little too much even for other children.
Maybe seeing his neighbor, Till, an older and lonely looking
old—well, old to Ivan, at least—gray-haired and scruffy-looking, and always carrying a big guitar case.
Maybe that's why he was so attracted to the older man. Because he looked pathetic, and lonely, and maybe Ivan was too.
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Ivan Is a happy, your average 9 year old, until his neighbor Till, a much older man invites him Iin for a cup of milk and cookies. He gets more than he bargained for.
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- Part 1 of Shota IvanTill Healing
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23 Oct 2025
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Ivan was twelve the first time Till was assigned to watch the boy, a way to make ends meets, they said. The small raven’s chubby cheeks were still warm and red like a strawberry from the embarrassing kiss his mother had planted on his head before rushing off to the door where the older man stood, greeting him before introducing the two before running to her night shift. The black-haired woman mumbled in the boy’s temple, "Be good for Till, okay? He needs the money," she cooed softly, though there was a clearly passive-aggressive undertone to her syllables.
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Till is Ivan's new babysitter. Though bratty at first, you say say Ivan grows to.. like him.
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- Part 11 of Shota IvanTill Healing
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23 Oct 2025
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Ivan's friend talked about her dad like he hung the stars in the sky. He was the funniest and sweetest guy you could ever know. And reliable too. I mean, he’d paid for her entire tuition without a single question. Which immediately made Ivan think he was great.
But to Ivan? His eyes were intense as they bore into him, fleeting looks from across the room that burned. He never said anything rude or ever roughly shook Ivan’s hand. And he never tried to size him up at all or question his ‘intentions’ with his daughter either.
But he hadn’t exactly… Talked to him. Not without her there. It’s like he didn’t know how. Ivan was positive that her father hated him.
And now Ivan would be watching after him while his friend was away. To make sure he was eating well, and to come with him to his Saturday dinners with his friends, like she always did.
Ivan's best friend asks him to keep an eye on her dad while she's away in an exchange program. He doesn't expect to fall for her father, who's almost two decades older than him.
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22 Oct 2025
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Anaxa was expecting to see a scrawny young man of his height, with snow-white hair and sleeves that were a bit too big on him.
Instead, he was greeted by a wall of muscle—a broad, incredibly toned chest stretching fabric that looked one deep breath away from popping.
Who was this man, and why was he taller than Phainon, but still sounded like him?
Slowly, cautiously, Anaxa lifted his gaze.
It was Phainon.
But also...not?
Anaxa was already having a terrible day. The last thing he needed was his student showing up at his door ten years older, infuriatingly handsome, and far too confident for comfort.
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21 Oct 2025