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    “You know,” Olruggio says, roughly. He doesn’t move to take Qifrey’s hand again. “You know. You can’t not know, Qifrey.”

    Qifrey just looks at him. “I do.”

    The rain continues falling.

    (And so Olruggio forgets. And he inevitably figures it out again, because of course he does; and he inevitably chooses to forget again, and again, and again, because his heart is always the same. The story is always the same. Like a tale from under a silverwood tree, like a myth from the days of old, not so much tied by the constraints of the narrative so much as being narrative itself. Antigone must bury her brother. Iphigenia must be put to death. At a thousand turns, in a thousand ways, Orpheus must turn, and he must look, again, and again.

    And Olruggio forgets.)

    There is an old story about a witch and a silverwood tree.

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    03 Jun 2026

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    A cough.

    Till's gaze snaps up at the sound, caught between disbelief and the cruelty of a maybe. He waits, dares not even to breathe, terrified that even a single sound would shatter the illusion.

    Another cough, so soft that Till would not have believed he heard it if he had not also noticed Ivan's shoulder jerk. For a single moment, he stays frozen in place as if in a trance. Then, the fog lifts.

    "Ivan?"

    Ivan survives Round 6.

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    16 Mar 2026

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    Till won Round 6. He had his first kiss. He’s one step closer to winning.

    He’s also, notably, now being haunted.

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    Ivan comes back as a ghost. Till realizes what Ivan has done for him, and the feelings he buried for him out of fear. They navigate life (and death) as a man and his ghost.

    My first fic, please go easy on me :')

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    03 Sep 2025

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    Till turns his crazed grin and both middle fingers up for the cameras, then he throws himself off the suspended stage headfirst. The momentum rips clear of the cords in his neck, blood streaming behind him from his open wounds. Behind his eyelids are flashes of his life: long pink hair, bruises down to bone, and one night with the sky streaked bright, running hand in hand.

    On the way down he thinks, in the split second before his neck snaps against the hard metal floor, that if he had the chance, he’d keep running next time.

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    Or, Till tries again (and again and ag- )

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    01 Sep 2025

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    Once was acceptable, twice was a coincidence. Three times though—

    Oh no.

    This was not the first time he’d lived this day. And Ivan had the horrifying, stomach dropping realisation that this wouldn’t be the last.

     

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    An Ivantill timeloop fic, but with one (or two) unexpected twists!

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    26 Aug 2025