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Part 1 of till crackship insanity <3
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2025-04-28
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2025-05-16
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My Saviour, Balding Orange Man

Summary:

!! CRACKSHIP - DON'T TAKE THS SERIOUSLY !!
done in a collab with @willow13_39 <3

Alien Stage... except Trump gets involved.

After Ivan's death, Till has already resigned himself to his fate of dying in Round 7.

But then-

A savior.

An orange, balding, overweight savior.

PS:: I'M @fengqinggg !! i changed my username to @qii_ng :')
PPS:: to that commentor on twt who said "IVAN DIES??!?!?" HE COMES BACK IN CH3 STOP WHINING 😭

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!!

 

Till could still remember each crisp gunshot. 

 

He could still remember Ivan’s lips on his, then his firm and warm hands gently gripping his throat to feign choking.

 

But most importantly, he could remember the look in the dark haired male’s eyes as he fell to the ground.

 

It was of resignation. Longing. And sad satisfaction.

 

Till didn’t understand at first. And he still didn’t. Had Ivan been planning this? Had he known he’d eventually have to go against the teal-eyed male, so decided he’d sacrifice himself for the other? 

 

He sighed, putting a hand to the white collar on his neck - LED light a blaring shade of red - before adjusting his new green and grey ensemble and walking out of his dressing room.

 

Past Till would have balked at this but…

 

Ivan’s death had affected him more than he’d care to admit.

 

In ANAKT Garden, he’d always say to Ivan that he wouldn’t care if he died, to which the taller boy would laugh and brush it off.

 

But now that it had already happened…

 

Till scowled at a segyein who grabbed him by the arm, scolding him for walking slowly and zoning out while dragging forward.

 

He should be throwing a fit right now. But he felt too dazed to care.

 

All he could think about were lifeless black eyes with piercing red pupils staring into his soul.

 

+ + +

 

Eventually, he started to hear the cheers of the non-human crowd. The segyein shoved him forwards so he was standing on the stage.

 

It was a sea of purple light sticks, with just a few obscured figures holding green ones that stood out from the rest of the masked aliens.

 

A low chuckle could be heard from beside him, so Till turned to be met face to face with the one and only winner of Season 49.

 

Luka.

 

The purple-fingered man confidently grinned and stepped further out onto the stage, making the crowd go wild. Till frowned, and followed closely behind to stand beside him. He opened his mouth to start singing, all too ready to meet Ivan at the end of the round, when suddenly-

 

“MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIINNNNNNN!!!!!” Someone bellowed.

 

Everything and everyone went silent. Even the segyein handling the sound system was so flabbergasted by the mention of an old human civilization that it turned the music off.

 

Suddenly, multiple helicopters crashed into the stage area and landed on the stage. A net was thrown over Luka and men dressed in black spun the blonde around before throwing him into the crowd.

 

An orange man approached Till, wrapping his large arm around his waist. “You’re safe now. LET’S MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!!!!!!!”

 

Till blinked, looking at the man. Heat rose to his cheeks. “Ok…?”

 

THE END.

Chapter 2: Extra (SMUT) I forced myself to do 😭

Summary:

I'm sorry yall 💔

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Till sighed for the nth time that day, running a hand through his hair as he stared down at his outfit. An itchy black hoodie saying those words the orange man - Donald Trump - had announced when he was saved.

 

‘Make America Great Again!’

 

He still couldn’t believe it. He had been saved.

 

But… Ivan…

 

The silver haired male couldn’t stop thinking about the other. If only Trump had been just a few hours; no, minutes - earlier… Ivan would have made it too…

 

He shook his head. No. Now wasn’t the time. He was alive, and that was all that mattered.

 

Right..?

 

Suddenly, a man dressed in black opened the door to the room Till was staying in.

 

“Mr Trump wants ya.” Is all he said before ominously walking away.

 

Till blinked. Once. Twice. Just to make sure the dude was gone. He arched a brow to himself but didn’t ask any questions as he walked out of the room and through the gaudy blue, white and red hallways, before entering the gaudiest room.

 

“Trump-kun?” Till said, before his eyes widened comically.

 

Trump was laying on his king sized bed, facing his stomach… naked .

 

There was 5 bottles of empty lubricant and oil near the far corner, and the orange man’s saggy ass was glistening.

 

Presumably from the oil and lube.

 

“T-Till-chan.” Trump whimpered. “I-I need you.”

 

Till blinked multiple times. “T-T-Trump-kun-?”

 

His eyes widened even more as he saw Trump’s wrinkly and neon orange erection.

 

“P-Pl ease .”

 

Till bit his lip. All he could think about was Ivan.

 

“Till-chan…” The orange man whined again.

 

He sighed. “If I fuck you, will you use your people and bring Ivan-kun back?”

Trump nodded enthusiastically, letting out a guttural moan as Till winced… but took off his clothes nonetheless as he settled on top of the wrinkly orange man.

 

“Be a good boy, Trump-kun.” Till said without thinking.

 

Trump aggressively nodded again as Till pushed his penis-kun into the other man’s asshole. The orange male moaned loudly.

 

“T-T-T-T-T-Till-chan-! D-D-Daddy! H- Harder! FASTER!! ”

 

The teal eyed male rolled his eyes and thrusted harder. “Shut up, orange racist criminal slut.”

 

Trump whimpered and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. “TILL-CHAN! NGH! I’M COMING!”

 

Till wasn’t interested as Trump’s seed flooded the blue sheets and he pulled out, cock still flaccid. “Great, Trump-kun.” Till said nonchalantly.

 

“Thank you daddy Till-chan! I’ll bring Ivan-chan back soon!” Trump screeched as he rut against the bed.

 

Till just put his clothes on and left.

Notes:

IM SORRY BUT LIKE IM NOT

anyways hate trump yall js like till 🫶

again, same as prev notes - stay safe everyone!!

Chapter 3

Summary:

IVANTILL. FOR EVERYONE ON TWITTER RAGING.

Chapter Text

trump mystically dies in a fire.

his last words were, "icl, ts pmo, frfr, sybau 🥀 tariffs r so skibidi"

IVAN COMES BACK.

TILL AND IVAN RULE AMERICA TOGETHER AND IVAN BECOMES PRESIDENT KING YAOI THE III.

THE WORLD IS SAVED WITH YURI AND YAOI.

SUA AND HYUNA COME BACK SO HYULUKA AND MIZISUA PREVAIL.

IVAN AND TILL MAKE OUT ON LIVE TV!!!! THE END!!!!

Notes:

HELP IM SO SORRY

anyways i MIGGGHT continue this if yall actually like it 🙏

done in a collab series with @willow13_39 !!!

anyways peace out and stay safe to fellow americans.. may be in aus but my heart goes out to yall 🫶

oh and btw the obscured figures holding green lightsticks ARE US TRUSTTT

PS: SOMEONE ON TWITTER FOUND THIS IM CACKLINGGGG 😭 ALNSTTWT THIS IS CRACK OK THIS IS CRACK

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