#alnst fluff

[ariacore-xd]

hfeare me out....hhear me out.. lukfa...with cuteness aggression...for...reader........ Something cute before he DIES in the Karma MV (/J)

"Love is like a camera, it stops him in my eyes!"

Luka with cuteness aggression! (Written before Karma MV)

Contents: Luka x reader (interpret as fem or gn), sfw, fluff, Luka has cuteness aggression (not more than me), squishing, Canon Alien stage AU and a lot of sugary stuff. (Also anon.. LUKA WON'T DIE TFYM??)

—There was no way he could handle this.

You, quietly sitting on the bed with your back to him (currently sulking because the asshole didn't take his meds again), hugging your pillow tightly and resting your chin on the top of it, with your cheeks all puffed out like little buns and your hair spilled all over your face.

You looked nowhere close to being angry. And it wasn't helping his current predicament.

You felt the mattress dip beneath someone's weight, barely having time to react when you felt yourself being enclosed in his comforting embrace—except it was squeezing the life out of you.

"What- LUKA!"

You felt his cheek desperately rubbing against yours, attacking them with quick pecks and slow kisses. You weren't even given the chance to protest when he sneakily caged you in between his legs with his hands enclosing you against his chest.

With great difficulty, you managed to gently push his face away a little and catch your breath before turning to look at him.

"What are you—"

"I can't- I'm sorry, I really can't."

He buried his face in the curve of your neck, occasionally reaching up to peck your cheek lightly with his hands gently caressing your sides. His fingers reached out to intertwine with yours from behind, caressing the smooth skin there.

"I can't stay away from you, sweetheart. I can't just sit in the corner of the room and watch you sulk. Not when you're all alone with no one to comfort you.." He gently cupped your face with his free hand, tilting it up to press a kiss against your cheek, taking the back of your hand and pressing it to his mouth.

Your eyes softened at his quiet words, feeling terribly bad for being an immature bitch and leaving him alone to himself. You turned and gently cupped his face, looking into those sad, yellow eyes.

"Luka— EEK!"

You squealed when he leaned forward to press his lips against your cheek again— but this time.. he was chewing it (not with his teeth)

Sigh.. there's no use in forcing him away, so you decided to live with it.

A/N: Had to finish this before Karma because... *sniffles* I feel so terrible rn being sick isn't fun blegh..

[blurry-mask]

ALNST: KISS scenario -> WIP!

Till × Reader

Ivan × M!Reader

There's one more left, but it'll be finished on my tiktok account -> @bibical_angel555

[itsameaera]

I heard you were taking requests again so I figured why not ask one if you’re doing alien stage. Can I request Till (Emo AU) where his crush is s/o who he knows since childhood but never really got to know who she really is since she has walls so firmly built up. But once he swarms into her heart, he sees the heart she really has. That being sensitive, shy but also absolutely smitten with him. Can it be a little suggestive too but not leaning into smut but more so hinted. Only if you’re comfortable with that. Preferably like the reader to be female who’s a bit shy but sweet. Hope this okay & explained alright. Not really good at this thing. Hope you’re having a lovely day, birthday. Really love your writing by the way! 💕💕

【❝Do You Like Or Like-Like Me?❞】

【Featuring: Till】

【Tags: modern au, college au, emo Till, fem reader, childhood friends (?) to lovers, fluff, a bit cringe but in a cute way (at least I hope it’s cute lol), a bit suggestive (reader and Till make out a bunt and there’s an a allusion to further activities but that’s it), possible typos/spelling errors, please let me know if I forgot any tags】

【Word count: 1.1k】

【a/n: yoooo I haven’t written for alien stage in a minute, so thanks for sending this in lol! I’m a sucker for the good ol’ childhood friends to lovers trope, so I had a great time with this one! Till is probably the alnst character I’ve written for the most and while I do love him, I also really wanna write for the others (especially my beloved pookie Luka lol)! Anyway, thank you sm again for requesting and I hope you enjoy it!!!! ;3】

For as long as Till can remember, you've been a constant, steady presence in his life.

You were never friends. Hell, you were barely even acquaintances. Till knew of you, and you knew of him, but that was it for a long time. From about elementary school, until very recently, you and Till orbited each other — circling the same galaxy, but never getting close enough to share the same gravitational pull.

You watch him grow into the person he is now; someone bold and unapologetic about who he is and what he loves. Sure, his style is a bit… unconventional, but he makes it look good in your humble opinion. It's admirable, for lack of a better word, and it's that admiration you feel for Till that eventually grows into something more.

It's hard for you to pinpoint when you started to look at Till differently, only that one day you laid your eyes on him and felt a twinge in your heart that you'd never felt before. Even now — years into knowing him, but never getting any closer — you still feel that same twinge when you look at him.

You were resigned to never revealing these feelings, but all that changed when your orbit finally overlapped with Till's.

After years and years of circling one another without so much as a word, something changed. Till was the one to approach you first with a vague sense of family that felt uncharacteristic of your relationship — if you can even call it that.

Despite your feelings for Till, you don't let him in — not immediately, at least. Being shy by nature made it rather… difficult for you to interact with him. Your massive crush on Till, obviously, didn't help or make things any easier.

Still, Till persisted and continued to break down those pesky walls of yours. Slowly, he surely, he got to know you for who you are — something he comes to wish he'd done much, much sooner. Although you were a bit… distant at first, your kindness eventually began to shine through in the end.

Before Till even realized it, he was falling for you. In the beginning, he only ever intended to befriend you, yet with every conversation, every interaction, every smile, every laugh, it became glaringly obvious to him that he no longer felt entirely platonic feelings for you.

Till, of course, danced around these feelings for a while. He tried to operate at normal, but he found himself getting distracted whenever you were around. He couldn't study, he couldn't draw, he couldn't make music — hell, he could hardly even think while in your presence.

You noticed Till's sudden change in behavior — of course you did, you'd have to be blind not to. You didn't think much of it at first. In your mind, Till was just being Till — the awkward, but endlessly endearing man you had grown to love. However, the longer this behavior went on, the harder it became to overlook.

So, after much thought, you decided to confront Till, which leads you to where you are today.

There's an undercurrent of tension in the air as you half-heartedly watch some movie Till had turned on. In all honesty, you were entirely uninterested in the film despite today being your designated movie night. What matters much more to you right now is getting some much-needed answers about Till's recent behavior.

"Till?"

"Hm?"

"Do you like me?" Although you have your suspicions, a part of you is scared of the answer you might receive. While you are more than happy to be friends with Till, you still undeniably have feelings for him that haven't been platonic for some time.

"Huh, of course I like you. What kind of question is that?"

"I mean do you like-like me Till?" An awkward silence stretches on after the question leaves your lips. Regret seizes you first, quickly followed by a mixture of both fear and anxiety.

"I'm sorry, never mind. Just, forget I asked." Panic seizes you after a moment as you come to expect the worst possible response from Till. In your mind, you'd just gone and ruined everything because of your naive hope that maybe there's something more to this than mere friendship.

"I do."

"Huh?"

"I do like you. I mean, like-like you." For a moment, you swear your ears must be playing tricks on you. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you'd hear such a thing come from Till's lips, yet here you are.

…

"I like-like you too." It's a relief to finally say it aloud after all these years. You were sure you'd be stuck in the friend-zone forever — which you'd made your peace with some time ago — but all that had gone out the window the moment those words left Till's lips.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

…

Without a word, both you and Till find yourselves gravitating towards each other, the movie long forgotten as your orbits finally collide. Your lips clumsily, albeit eagerly find his. One of his hands lingers above your waist for a moment, unsure if he's really allowed to touch you, before finally letting his palm rest against the delicate curve.

A creeping heat rises up your neck before settling on your cheeks where Till's other hand rises to tilt your head and deepen the kiss. You let him, of course, sighing into his mouth as he parts your lips with his tongue. The hand on your hip rises, scrunching up your shirt as it ascends to rest just below the curve of your breast.

You grow hotter and dizzier with every swipe of Till's tongue and every press of his lips. It's all too much, but at the same time, it's nowhere near enough. You let yourself get drawn into Till's gravitational pull, and now you're powerless to resist it — not that you even want to. Unfortunately, you both need to breathe, which cuts the little makeout session much shorter than either of you would like.

"That was…" Breathless and flushed from head to toe, you search Till's eyes for an answer of some sort of confirmation that this wasn't just some spur-of-the-moment mistake. You meet his viridian eyes surrounded by his signature dark, smudged eyeliner, and find all the answers you could have ever asked for.

"Nice?" Nice. That was nice, wasn't it? It's a relief to hear that Till enjoyed your fooling around as much as you did. A small hesitant smile makes its way to his lips, which causes a similar one to spread across your own.

"Yeah, really nice."

"Do you wanna maybe head to my room and continue?"

"Definitely."

You and Till never did end up finishing that movie. Oh well, there's always the next movie night.

[unvrsoflyly]

i saw a tiktok that made me think of modern au till and it can't get out of my mind... so here's some ramdom small hcs :)

content - fluff, gn reader, might be ooc since it’s first time im actually writing for him, till being a sweetheart cause he is idc, established relationship-ish, lowercase intended!! english is not my first language and it isn't proof read, so there might be some mistakes

note - hellooo, wow i wrote smth after a year! till is my current obsession (thanks to all the writers who post till x reader content, don’t stop u feed my obsession lmao), im sorry y’all i felt like sharing my impressions on how he would be with his partner lol, enjoy!!

modern au till who would find himself drawing with you in his mind constantly. it doesn't need to be a portrait, you fuel his creative mind so there's always some pieces of you spread on his artworks.

modern au till who would always pour all is love into songs dedicated to you. his ability to turn his feelings onto lyrics and melodies became a second nature with time. it still amazed you how clear his intentions were while writing it.

modern au till who shares his art as a way to share his feelings better. they are always more clear since his mouth and his emotions always fighting with each other to express himself.

modern au till who would make a ring out of one of his used guitar strings after you gave him an crafted charm to put anywhere. you passed your time to make something reminding him of you? well, he’ll dedicate you his hours of practice and writing with his guitar by putting it around one of your fingers.

modern au till who would always turn bright red if anyone points out the charm attached to his phone, the one you made. he becomes helpless out of his artistic bubble and don’t know how to handle the slight teasing. what could he do? he loved you after all.

modern au till who might not be the most straightforward and public about his relationship with you just because he’s more comfortable in his privacy and you bet you are a part of it. grand gestures are not his forte, but he still show you his love in his own genuine way that feel so personal.

thank u for reading!! - all right reserved, please ask before reposting somewhere or doing a translation.

! art and character are not mine, credit goes to vivinos/qmeng

[hasidieeinzigwahre]

is ivantill toxic? yes, yes it is do people make toxic edits on tiktok about them? yes, yes they do do i still go "that so not in character" everytime i see a toxic edit? yes, yes i do

[happyprincessgirl]

Old married couple bickering with Till…

Think about it.

[ariacore-xd]

can we get insecure luka plsslslspspspssslslslsls

"My pretty, pretty boy!"

Your wish is my command anon :3

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢs: ɪɴsᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ!ʟᴜᴋᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛs: ғʟᴜғғ, sғᴡ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ. ʟᴜᴋᴀ ғᴇᴇʟs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ, ᴛᴇᴇɴʏ ᴛɪɴʏ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴀɴɢsᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ (ʜᴇʜ.) ᴀʟʀ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ<𝟹

—Quietly feeling up the silky softness of the blondes hair, you slowly look at his face, noting the gentle slope of his nose, the soft thickness of his blonde eyelashes, and the relaxed curve of his lips while he rested against your chest, face pressed comfortably against your breast like a pillow.

You smile, feeling the quiet hum of the central air conditioning fill the room, transporting you both into a space where only him and you existed, all tucked away and safe in each other's arms.

Until your eyes drop to his fingers, splayed against your stomach, cold and freezing.

You couldn't help but notice how the striking purple colour was brightening up day by day, week by week, month by month. His heart condition was worsening from all the stress he had to take from the constant performances, struggle to survive, photoshoots, rehearsals and the like. His asthma attacks were in abundance nowadays, arriving even at the most random times when he wasn't even doing anything at all.

It was only today you somehow begged his alien guardian to let him at least close his eyes for once. (it was basically war that you fought)

But Luka notices your gaze. He always did.

The way you used to intently look at him, his hands, with something akin to pity, concern.

Couldn't he be a normal human? Couldn't he be like you? With normal hands and a more saturated skin? Why did he have to have this minute flaw that kept on bothering him day by day?

Luka wasn't an insecure person. But your presence brought back things he should never have thought of. The constant need to make himself perfect, even in front of you despite you being someone he should confide in, someone he could show his flaws to. It was built inside of him. A machine that only knew how to look perfect and not embrace its flaws.

You watched as his hands curled immediately and tucked itself under his sleeves.

"That's not something you should focus on. I've told you countless times and this is the last time."

He didn't mean to sound like that. But your gaze did things to him. He was tired of everyone's gaze, and he didn't want you to prove yourself to be just like the others at the end.

Lies were easier to live with than the truth.

You blinked as your gaze flickered to his face, which now had a crease between his eyebrows. A sign of irritation and insecurity. You felt him shift a little, away from you so you didn't see his expression or hands.

This boy.. sigh

His eyes shot open when he felt warm palms gently cradling his face. His eyes flickered to meet your e/c coloured ones, which were gazing down art him.

"Come here, Luka."

He blinked, swallowing, before closing the small distance between you both, draping himself over you.

"If you're gonna lecture me on how moody I am nowadays I'm not liste—"

He paused when he felt your fingers gently interlace with his, watching as you slowly brought the purple tips close to your mouth and gently brush your lips over each of them, one by one, being careful enough to not startle him.

When you were done, you glanced at him from the side, a tiny cheeky little smile on your face.

"Do you hate them now? Hmmm?"

That caused him to break.

A pretty crimson dusted over his cheeks in a blush, blossoming in the most beautiful way possible. His immediate reaction was to hide his face in whatever he found closer to him. Luka found it hard to deal with strong emotions, so whenever he faced them, he'd either run or ignore you.

And that was absolutely adorable.

You were about to let out a warm chuckle but it immediately turned into a loud breathless laugh as his fingers found your waist and attacked it, tackling you to the mattress and making you laugh uncontrollably.

"LUKA- STO— AHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA"

"That's what you get for trying to make me flustered. You think it was that easy huh?"

(it was but oh well)

You finally got some kind of respite, letting out breathless chuckles before feeling a tiny peck against your flushed skin and someone flipping you over to tuck your head under their chin.

"Never do that again, you little minx."

"You needed it asshole."

You retaliated by pecking his jaw softly, which was met by another round of tickles and pecks (what did you expect from two lovestruck individuals that cannot exist without one another 😒)

This old man would never change, but what you did was worth it, right?

A/N: Hai guys I'm alive my motivation loves me now 💪

[itsameaera]

Emo till x goth lolita female reader, modern au headcanon/scenarios

could you write an alien stage fanfic modern au, colege au, emo till x a gothic lolita female reader (and like before they started dating, and after they started dating etc) all fluff (not a fanfic, more headcanons and sceario)

thanks

【❝Beauty And The Rockstar❞】

【Synopsis: In which you fall in love with Till, lead guitarist of his band and a guy with an aesthetic a great deal different from yours.】

【Featuring: Till】

【Tags: fem reader, gothic lolita reader, emo Till, college au, modern as, band au (?), fluffy, opposite aesthetic couple (kinda), enemies to lovers (kinda), let me know if I missed anything】

【Word count: 1.1k】

【a/n: hey hey!! Ty for the request! Writing modern aus for Alnst is always fun of me bc everyone is alive and no one has to suffer lol!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy! :3】

‧₊˚ ┊ Till is Anakt University's resident emo boy

‧₊˚ ┊ You're only vaguely familiar with Till, but a lot of people lump you two together given your alternative styles

‧₊˚ ┊ To be honest, Till finds it quite annoying that you two get compared to each so often (your styles are completely different for fuck's sake)

‧₊˚ ┊ For a while, you and Till have this quiet beef with each other, but that changes when Mizi and Sua invite you to one of his band's shows

‧₊˚ ┊ You's heard that Till was in a band, but that doesn't actually click in your mind until you're seeing him perform onstage

‧₊˚ ┊ He has quite a lovely singing voice (it's giving siren, it's giving angel, it's giving voice of god) and he can shred the guitar better than anyone you've ever heard (he's very good with his hands ;3)

‧₊˚ ┊ Till doesn't notice you in attendance until after they end their set, but he's quite surprised to see you there

‧₊˚ ┊ He's even more surprised when you actually compliment his skills and the performance as a whole

‧₊˚ ┊ You two have never even spoken before, so it's a bit awkward for Till to accept your praise, but this alone changes his view of you

‧₊˚ ┊ After that, you and Till start to actually put your petty beef aside and actually get to know one another

‧₊˚ ┊ You start going to his shows more often and he even starts teaching you how to play the guitar (chat, is this rizz?)

‧₊˚ ┊ It's just normal friendly stuff, right?

‧₊˚ ┊ The longer you start to hang out with Till, the more you start to notice the little things about him, like how he fiddles with his guitar pick when he's bored or rolls his tongue piercing over his bottom lip when he's focused on something (that tongue piercing is really doing things to you)

‧₊˚ ┊ Little do you know, Till is picking up on your minute details, like how you like to absentmindedly trace the lace on your clothes or how you fiddle with your jewelry when you're nervous

‧₊˚ ┊ You're both a bit too shy to just come out and admit you like each other, but you end up just naturally falling into a situationship sort of thing

‧₊˚ ┊ Like, you start holding hands and going on little dates and exchanging kisses on the cheek and stuff, but you don't put a label on things until you hit him with the age old question "What are we?"

‧₊˚ ┊ It happens one night when you're chilling with Till after one of his shows

‧₊˚ ┊ It's late and you're just hanging out in the alley outside of the venue Till in his band played in while he smokes a cigarette (you've been trying to get him to quit)

‧₊˚ ┊ The cigarette literally falls out of his mouth when you ask him that

‧₊˚ ┊ Till sputters out how he isn't sure what your relationship is, but he likes you a lot and wants to be more the friends (he's so corny lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ You have to shut him up with a kiss (he's tastes likes tobacco and cheap beer and his lips are chapped, but it's perfect to you)

‧₊˚ ┊ Finally, you two start dating (yippee!!)

‧₊˚ ┊ You and Till initially bonded a lot over fashion and music and that expands now that you two are dating

‧₊˚ ┊ Till really loves taking you shopping (he really likes watching you try in a million different outfits, but he's not all that helpful — he thinks you look great in everything)

‧₊˚ ┊ Till always drags you around to Hot Topic and Spencer's (emooooo) before treating you to lunch at the mall food court (what a gentleman)

‧₊˚ ┊ Till will never admit this, but he loves when you two match in some way

‧₊˚ ┊ Since your aesthetics are so different you usually match by wearing similar colors, or wearing matching jewelry like chokers or earrings

‧₊˚ ┊ Till loved helping you get dressed! He's lacing up dresses, pulling in your stockings for you, and helping you in your big ass platform shoes with a dopey grin! (He's whipped fr)

‧₊˚ ┊ Your respective styles makes people side eye the two of you a lot, but you don't pay much mind to it — Till does tho

‧₊˚ ┊ If anyone says anything rude about you, Till isn't afraid to confront them which is funny bc you know he's all bark and no bite (he's like an angry little Pomeranian lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ You both learn a lot about each other's aesthetics/subcultures through one another and sometimes you switch aesthetics for fun

‧₊˚ ┊ Also, Till writes a lot of songs about you — some of which he ends up performing with the rest of his band, but most of them are just for the two of you

"Should I go with the fishnet arm sleeves or the stripped ones?" Till's question barely pierces your concentration as you do your makeup of the day. For a moment, he simply watches you, waiting for you to finish applying your mascara before you render your verdict.

"I say do one of each, asymmetry is in." Your sage advice earns a hum of approval from Till. Why didn't he think of that sooner? Honesty, Till figures he should just let you pick out his outfits every day.

"A great idea, babe. You almost ready?"

"Yeah, would you mind helping me with my accessories?"

Till wordlessly agrees — you don't even really need to ask, and he's told you that plenty of time, but you still ask anyway. His callused fingertips brush against the back of your neck as he clasps a choker around your neck; not that conveniently matches the one he 

"Want a hand with your shoes next, Cinderella?" Till's words are muffled against your skin as he presses a kiss against the apple of your cheek. He briefly toys with the idea of affectionately biting the flesh, but he knows you'll chastise him, so he saves that for a later time. You're both already running late for your classes, and Till knows that if your two start getting all touchy-feely you'll never make it to your classes.

"If you don't mind, Prince Chaming."

"You know I never do."

Till presses one final kiss against your cheek before retrieving the pristinely polished pair of platform Mary Jane's you set out. Tenderly — with an abundance of reverence that one wouldn't attribute to a man like him — he kneels before your feet like a worshiper at an altar. You watch with a small smile as Till guides your stoking-clad feet into your shoes, carefully buckling the straps before rising to his feet.

"Ready to go?"

"Yep! How late do you think we'll be this time?"

"Well, if we leave now, I think we might manage to only be ten minutes late, give or take."

"Eh, better than not showing up at all. Let's go!"