#Rekindle

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ANNOUNCEMENT [We are on HIATUS]

Good day my darlings, your resident director MintheDraws here! 

I would like to personally apologize in behalf of the team for our sudden disappearance. Due to personal life and a LOT of health issues from my side, it has been awfully hard to focus on game development.

Because of this we have decided to be in a temporary hiatus. BUT do not fret, we are still working on the game, slowly but surely. Some of the routes, mechanics and even new characters have already been planned out. We just need to execute them. It might take a while, but we will get back to you all. 

Thank you for your nonstop support for the game, for the boys, and of us. WE will be back.

Much like the boys, we will return to you.

MintheDraws + Dev team!

art by @kyitre

[minthe-drawings]

"Given the chance, would you try again?"✨

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[roxygen22]

You Don't Know Me

Inspired by this prompt

(Not famous Timmy)

It started off as a normal morning with a stop by a darling little coffee shop en route to work. The aromatic smell of roasting beans wafted out the door as you pulled it open. It was your favorite way to start the day. In fact, you frequented the place so often that they started automatically making your order as soon as they saw you through the window.

"Hey, [Y/N]! The usual?" the barista called out.

"Yep! I'm feeling a couple of pumps of vanilla today, too," you replied as you stepped up to the counter.

"You got it."

You smiled and nodded, stepping over to the shelf of knick knacks and mugs while you waited. You gently picked up a tumbler to inspect its design and pass the time when a familiar voice from your past spoke quietly behind your shoulder. So softly that you could barely hear him over the coffee grinder.

"[Y/N]?"

Your hands froze in place on the tumbler. Slowly, you turned toward the source of the voice, the last person you expected to see in the town you had only called home for less than half a year.

"Wha- It is you! I heard them call your name and thought it couldn't be!" The source let out a surprised laugh and came in for a hug. Stunned, you stood there awkwardly with your arms held out from your sides.

"Timothée? Wha- what are you doing here?" you asked as he stepped back to look at you, your face scrunched in confusion.

"Getting coffee," he replied cheekily. His smile reached his sparkling green eyes, highlighting laugh lines that weren't there the last time you saw him.

You narrowed your eyes at him and playfully shook your head, then turned to replace the tumbler on the shelf before he could see your cheeks redden. "I mean - what are you doing HERE? In town?" You looked over your shoulder back at the man you once called your boyfriend over a decade ago.

"I live here now," he chirped happily.

"Wha- for real?" You spun to face him again.

"Yeah. I just started a new job downtown last week and got an apartment just up the block from here," Timothée answered excitedly. "Gosh...it's just...it's so good to see you! I wasn't expecting to know anybody here. How long has it been?"

"About 15 years since...since the summer before we went off to college." Your voice trailed off.

"Right." His eyes dropped to the floor momentarily. "[Y/N], I-"

"[Y/N]!" the barista interrupted. You held up a finger to pause the conversation and stepped over to get your drink.

"Would you like to join me?" he asked when you returned, gesturing to the table with a mug and a book.

"Oh, uh, thanks but I need to head to work. I just stop in for a drink to go on my way sometimes."

"Ah, ok." Timothée's reply was dripping with disappointment. "Maybe we could catch up over dinner soon?" he asked with a shrug.

"Uh, sure. I really have to go, but I can give you my number and we can set something up. Here." You handed him your phone. "Plug in yours and call so you have mine."

Timothée smiled and took the phone as instructed. He looked down at his own device as it rang. "Same number, I see," he noted.

"You still have my number after all of this time?" you asked in mild shock, head tipped quizzically to the side as he handed back your phone. You felt heat rush to your cheeks again as his hand grazed yours.

Timothée nodded. "I'll message you later. Hope you have a good day at work!"

"You, too." Arms flailed awkwardly as you both decided on whether to give the other a full hug, side hug, or just a light squeeze on the arm. He seemed to do the same. You both landed on a full hug but had to switch the tilt of your heads to keep from bumping into each other. You huffed a laugh and pulled away after a brief moment. "Bye, Timothée."

You walked out of the shop, bewildered by the unexpected exchange. You looked through the window again as Timothée walked back to his table. He made eye contact with you and waved slightly. You returned the wave and half-smiled before setting your sights back to the path in front of you.

Wow. That was not on my bingo card for the day, you thought to yourself. Reminiscent feelings of both young love and intense heartache washed over you. The last time you laid eyes on your high school sweetheart was from the backseat of your parents' car as they drove you and your belongings states away for college. You called and wrote each other, but Timothée ultimately broke up with you by phone right before winter break. He thought you two should both be free to explore other options to be sure you know what you want. Looking back, he was right. You were both too young to be so serious.

Your winter holiday was spent with your parents, sulking in your childhood room when they weren't forcing you to socialize with family. It gave you time to grieve, to be angry. Enough time to say goodbye to the past. You returned to campus a new person, hell bent on exploring your own options and putting Timothée behind you.

You rebounded hard, hit the books just as hard, and finished your bachelors and master's degrees in nursing with a 4.0 GPA and a serious boyfriend, who proposed shortly after graduation. After years of marriage, he, too, decided to explore other younger "options." Newly divorced and a bit jaded, you moved across the country for a job opportunity and a fresh start. It was time to choose yourself instead of waiting for others to do so.

Despite your relunctance to reconnect with your past, you set up dinner plans with Timothée for the following evening. You were wary of spending time with someone with known history of breaking your heart, but you reminded yourself to cut 18-year-old Timothée some slack. You both likely did a lot of growing up since you last hung out. You were now mature enough to set boundaries for your own peace of mind. Besides, you hadn't really made any new friends yet outside of work, so it would be nice to have at least one person to hang out with occasionally.

***

You spotted Timothée looking around nervously in front of the restaurant as your rideshare pulled up, fidgeting with a ring on his hand. His right hand, you noted. Relief washed over his face, and his shoulders relaxed when he caught sight of you in the back seat. He flashed that big boyish grin that you love. Loved, you reminded yourself. Past tense. He hurried over to open the door and extended a hand to help you up from the car.

"Hi," he said, supporting your weight as you stood.

You thanked the driver as Timothée shut the door and then turned back to him and smiled. "Hello."

He seemed stunned, just staring at you briefly until he cleared his throat. "Um, hungry?" he asked, gesturing his hand toward the front door of the restaurant.

"Famished. All I had time to eat today was a bag of chips. And not all in one sitting." You walked alongside him until he hurried past to open the door for you again. After checking in, the host led the two of you to the rooftop patio. The light breeze and twinkling lights hung from the trees would normally make for a lovely evening, but it made you panic slightly. Maybe this was too close to a date-like ambiance for just catching up with an old...friend. But it was one of your favorite places to eat, and he was too new in the area to have formed such opinions.

"So just chips, huh?" Timothée asked as he pulled out a chair for you. His breath tickled your bare shoulder, sending shivers down your spine, despite the warm air on the patio. Your eyes followed him as he walked to his seat. Aside from a few nuanced signs of aging, he still looked exactly the same.

"It was a chaotic day at work. One of the other nurses called out sick, so I was covering more patients than normal until his backup came. A couple of patients coded, but luckily, not at the same time. And we were able to get them back." You nodded in gratitude at the server who had filled your water glasses and brought a basket of bread, which you promptly dove into.

"That's right, you were wearing scrubs at the coffee shop. So you work at the hospital?"

"Mmhmm. I needed a fresh start, so I closed my eyes, picked a spot on the map, and started applying to the nearest hospitals. I moved out here about five months ago. Which is why I was surprised to see you. I haven't run into anyone I know except for coworkers. And maybe the occasional patient. This isn't exactly a hoppin' place," you joked. "What brought you here?"

"I, uh, needed a change of scenery, too. New York was a bit too cutthroat for my taste, and nothing was tying me down there, so I started applying to associate positions at law firms across the country and landed here."

"An attorney? Wow, that...that's awesome. I bet your mother is proud. If I remember correctly, she wasn't too fond of your choice of liberal arts degree."

Timothée chuckled. He fidgeted with his glass, tilting it around slightly. He opened his mouth a couple of times, as if he wanted to speak but talked himself out of it. You pretended not to notice as you perused the menu, despite already knowing your selection. Finally, he gathered the courage to ask, "So, uh, if it's not too bold to ask, why did you need a fresh start?"

You paused mid-sip from your water glass and slowly brought it back down. You cleared your throat and dabbed your mouth with the napkin. Right as you started to respond, the server came by to take your order. Once she left, you tentatively resumed.

"My husband...my EX-husband cheated on me. I got the house in the divorce, but it just didn't feel the same since I caught him and that woman...girl, really, a girl 13 years younger than me, in our bed. So I sold everything to start over here."

"I- I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve that."

"No, I didn't. But honestly...how would you know? We've lived almost another lifetime since we last spoke. You once left me to explore other options, too," you bit back with measured vehemence. You didn't intend to go there so early in the conversation, but emotion overruled.

"I know," Timothée responded quietly. "That's how I know it's his loss." He cast his eyes down to the plate in front of him as the server set down your meals.

The two of you ate silently for a few minutes before you gathered the courage to ask, "Why didn't you call me if you had my number this whole time?"

"I didn't think you would want to hear from me," he practically whispered. He looked up and caught your eye. "And then I heard through some of our classmates that you got married."

"I would have picked up the phone for a friend. And for all of his faults, my ex was not the jealous type." Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you tried to understand.

"I...didn't want to be just friends."

"Oh," you whispered. "Oh!" you said again at a markedly higher pitch once realization set in. "B-but you said..."

"I was young and scared that I was missing out on whatever else was out there. But nobody else ever measured up to what I had with you."

You gawked as you gathered your thoughts. "Timothée, WE were young - we were 18! As much as it hurt, you were right. We had no business making a commitment to each other when we didn't even know ourselves yet."

"I know now." He boldly laid his hand on yours as both of you ignored your food.

You pulled your hand back. "But you don't know me. Just an idea you have of me from when I was a teenager. I'm not the same person anymore."

"That's okay. I'll just get to know you again," Timothée stated matter-of-factly.

"I...," you interrupted yourself with a laugh and shook your head. "I told myself I wouldn't fall for you again tonight."

"But?"

"I...I'm not saying no...just, whoa. I need time to process this. I- I still need time to get to know myself again."

Timothée smiled. "I can wait. But I can't deny the serendipity of it all. I came out here to the middle of nowhere and ended up finding the one person I have wanted to see for years."

You blushed, timidly placing your hand back on his. Before you could speak, your server came by to ask about dessert. Timothée looked at you with that silly grin again.

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"Do you still love cheesecake, or has that changed, too?"

Masterlist

Edited 6/21 to include tag list again! It had been so long since I posted that I forgot!

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Warning: [PG-13] This story contains elements, language, and topics that are not suited for minors, and can be sensitive to you. Please read at your own discretion.

[ REKINDLE | ACT IX: Teacher Theron ]

December 31, 2025. Two months since Kasthan’s birthday and Vaelren’s arrival, alongside winter’s arrival.

Theron likes to start his mornings with exercise and a glass of Plasma Juice. It helps him clear his mind and be ready for the day. 

At least, this is how mornings are supposed to be for him. Unfortunately, since Lucian’s and Vaelren’s arrival, things had changed. His morning runs were now teaching sessions for Vaelren, a High Fae that was having a hard time adjusting to everything.

Since day one, Vaelren has been overwhelmed by his emotions, his feelings, his surroundings. His heart hurting immensely and his body always running hot, as if he had a fever all of the time. It made him desperate. So much that Theron would often catch him cutting his hair short or gripping it while crying. Theron would treat him with gentleness and understanding, something that Vaelren never had experienced in his life. Alongside with Kasthan, he would take him to the Magic Realm for teaching sessions. It was during this time that Vaelren had learned how to control and manage his emotions, his feelings. With Theron’s help, his Crimson Flames became bearable, easier to handle.

That is, if Aelar was not present. Vaelren was attracted to the other High Fae. Every time Aelar stopped by, Vaelren would get fever-like symptoms due to his Crimson Flames reacting to Aelar’s Deadly Shadows. Yet… every time Aelar was the one teaching him, Vaelren would come back to Theron in tears. Aelar liked to push Vaelren to his limits, and in Theron’s opinion, it was too early for that. 

But this is how both Aelar and Theron discovered that, not only Vaelren was the High Fae of The Moon, but he was also the High Fae of the Sun. After this discovery, Lucian and Theron both wanted Aelar to force a bond upon Vaelren. Not only for Vaelren’s safety and own well being, but for everyone else’s too. Things could go very wrong if Vaelren decided to turn against them.

— ✦ — 

Kasthan was sleeping, Lucian was working, and Vaelren was having a bubble bath (rubber ducks included).

And Theron was speaking to none other than Morgyn Ember, one of the Three Sages he had entrusted the Magic Realm to. The youngest one of the three, yet the only one, alongside Theron, capable of harnessing Untamed Magic or, how humans refer to it, Dark Magic. They are ambitious, intelligent, and outgoing. Theron admired them for this, and appreciated their early morning visit.

“How have you been faring, Morgyn? Can I offer you something to drink?” Theron asked.

“Thank you for asking, teacher. I am doing well, and just water will do. The Magic Realm keeps us Sages busy, and so does our daily lives. It is a good thing.” Morgyn replied, their voice calm and soft, a healing balm to one’s soul.

Theron served Morgyn a glass of water, and once again sat beside them. “What brings you here today? It is unusual for you, L. Faba or Simeon to pay me a visit during working hours. I assume something must have happened?”

“Well… nothing has happened. But I, L. Faba, and Simeon would like to know if you have been doing well? You seem to be going through a lot right now. Furthermore, your husband has been frequently visiting the Magic Realm.”

Theron smiled. He was right in giving them the title of Sage. Three Sages, three humans that have always been open to help others in need, and teach magic to new generations.

“Thank you for worrying Morgyn. Express my gratitude to L. Faba and Simeon as well. You shouldn’t worry about me, it is nothing I cannot manage. And my husband is visiting the Magic Realm frequently, you say?” It piqued Theron’s curiosity. Lucian has not told him about this. Though Lucian is now welcome to visit the Magic Realm, it doesn’t mean he can do whatever he wants once inside. After all, reapers are still unwelcome.

“I thought you would know about this.” Morgyn replied, his voice now laced with concern. “Mr. Soulstalker has been sitting by the shop’s fountain, pretending he’s speaking with you, with you being the fountain. It seems concerning and serious enough for me to visit you. He also refers to you as his ‘mate’, and how he is—”

“His what?” Theron interrupted, taken aback. Surprise shown in his features, and further confirmation for Morgyn. Theron did not know anything about the visits, nor the fact that Lucian was referring to him as his mate.

— ✦ — 

Theron was fuming. For the past two months, Lucian had refused to tell Theron about his suppressed powers. Every time Theron brought the topic up, Lucian found a way to change it. And now this.

He hated when Lucian kept things hidden from him. Their marriage’s foundation was built upon the respect and trust they had for each other. Where did that respect and trust went?

He knew Lucian was aware of his every movement, since the Deadly Shadows followed him everywhere. But they were not permanent, and they were there as a means to warn Lucian if Theron ever ran into danger. Well, let him think he’s in danger. 

Theron didn’t think twice and severed the binding of the Deadly Shadows with his own Crimson Flames. Lucian immediately appeared, his scythe on hand, ready to kill. Anger etched in his brows.

“Who hurt you?”

“You did.” Theron said as he took off from his fourth finger the ring Lucian had  given him. “You hurt me. You upset me. You keep things hidden from me and never show any emotions or feelings towards me. 'Mate', really?”

“My love—” Lucian’s chest tightened. He was afraid of telling Theron the truth. He was afraid Theron would think he was a monster. More than he is already. More than he thought.

“I don’t want to hear it.” Theron interrupted. He took one of Lucian’s hands on his own, and placed the ring on it. “Give it to me when you no longer have the need to hide things from me. When you fully trust me.”

Was Theron separating from him? Divorcing him? No, no, no— this couldn’t be happening. This—

“Tell Aelar to meet me by the entrance to the Magic Realm in 10 minutes. I need to speak to him.” And with those words, Theron left. And Lucian never returned to the Underworld so fast in his life.

His mate was rejecting him. He felt himself going mad.

— ✦ — 

With every passing minute, Theron became increasingly desperate. Desperate for answers. Answers Lucian was not giving him.

“I don’t appreciate being interrupted during work hours.” A deep voice. The ground beneath Theron’s feet thrummed with powerful magic, and Aelar’s presence became known. “I must admit, in the hundreds of years I have worked with Lucian, I have never seen him this angry and desperate.”

“I need answers.”

The Weaver of Dreams raised his eyebrows ever so slightly. Why was Lucian so afraid of telling Theron the truth? Theron was already an occult being, it made no sense to Aelar as to why Lucian was restraining himself from— 

“Lead the way to your Magic Realm, teacher.”

— ✦ — 

“When you said Lucian is suppressing his powers…” Theron began after a long period of silence. While still hurt and upset, he was also concerned.  “What did you meant?”

They both had reached the duel and practice grounds that Theron had created for the Magic Realm. Aelar assessed everything carefully, from how everything was perfectly erected in place, to how the magic thrummed beneath his feet. He knew both Kasthan and Theron were not ordinary, per the knowledge Seira granted him. Kasthan, was the last descendant of Elowen Undergrove, the High Fae of Nature. And, Theron, was the sole person to receive Elowen’s blessing.

Aelar turned around and faced Theron, “Every single High Fae is born with the ability to grant a blessing to another being. Compared to our ability to grant curses, we only get to bless once in our lifetime. With the exception of Seira, another High Fae you have no knowledge of.” 

Aelar continued; he began weaving a vivid image, in front of Theron. It was the memory of Lucian’s arrival to the Underworld. “Lucian arrived to me with broken wings, full of anger, grief, and resentment. A Death Angel.” 

Theron frowned, pain now etched in his facial features. His eyes began to brim with tears that were as red as garnet gemstones, just as he began regretting how he had treated Lucian earlier. He watched as Lucian’s broken wings were ripped off by Aelar himself, and how Lucian didn’t cry or scream, as the pain from such act coursed through his body. 

As Lucian shed a single, last tear, or what was left of his humanity, Aelar began blessing him, giving him a new life.  The perfect opportunity for redemption and revenge.

Lucian would no longer be known as Luminous Bloodsong, the Duke of Glimmerbrook. 

Or the Angel of Death.

Rather, he would be known as Lucian Soulstalker, the Grim Reaper.

The Duke of Ravenwood, Aelar’s lands.

The High Fae of Death.

And his mate was no other than Theron Stallard, the Founder of the Magic Realm.

— ✦ — 

Aelar and Theron had returned to Glimmerbrook from the Magic Realm. Theron felt terrible. The hurtful actions and words he had said to Lucian were the same as rejecting him. As sentencing him to a fae death due to a broken heart.

“He will be alright.” Aelar said, as he turned around to face Theron. “Vaelren will stay with me for the next two months. I will continue to teach him. Head to Sulani, you have done well teaching Vaelren. In Sulani, have Lucian use his blessing on you to turn you into a High Fae and snap the bond.” 

“I… I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know where to start. I… I’m a terrible husband. I should’ve known he was afraid of showing me his true self. His markings.”

“Don’t beat yourself over this. Lucian knows better than to hide things from you. I taught him better than this. He must still be processing that you are here, just like he is, and he is afraid of losing you again.”

“Then, where do I start? How do I make this happen?” He was going to apologize to Lucian, and follow through with Aelar’s advice.

“Bathe bare in the ocean when the moon is out. Fae creatures, High and Low, are heavily affected by this. Lucian being no exception. Bonus if you can make him recall an important moment in both of your lives.”

“Have you had this experience before?” Theron was a little too curious.

Aelar looked him directly in the eyes, amusement showing on the corner of his lips. “I had sex with the former Fae of The Moon before. That should tell you all that you need to know.”

Curiosity killed the cat. But it almost killed Theron too.

— ✦ — 

He followed Aelar’s advice and headed to Sulani. Aelar was kind enough to lend them his summer house. Small, but comfortable enough for two, and close to the ocean. 

When Lucian returned from work, he found the manor vacant. Only Kasthan was present and had no clue of Theron and Vaelren’s whereabouts. Lucian sighed heavily. He fucked up, didn’t he?

He headed to the master bedroom. Saddened, tired. He had worked hard to understand better each emotion, each feeling. And every time he tried, he seemed to get further and further from him. From Theron. From his mate.

Once in the master bedroom, he was caught off guard. A note and luggage pieces were left on the floor.

— ✦ — 

Lucian needed to head to Sulani as soon as possible. But he didn’t want to leave Kasthan alone. Not on the manor. Not for two months. He was sure Theron had reached out to Kasthan already regarding being away for two months. Or was going to. Lucian still summoned his Underlings, Low Fae and Tieflings twins, Mordrel and Noxis Ashenblade. Whom, for the first time, were allowed to go outside of the Underworld.

Needless to say, Kasthan was horrified to have more reapers on the manor and to have to deal with not one, but two of them.

← ✦ → | Special thanks to @strangegrapefruit. Thank you for reviewing ACT IX, X, and XI with me. It meant a lot to me. ❤️ Thank you all CC creators. 🕸

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[holylulusworld]

Rekindle - Flufftober 2

Summary: Thor and you meet again.

Pairing: Chubby!Thor Odinson x Exgirlfriend!Reader

Square 13 filled for @avengersbingo (expired): Reunited

Square 15 filled for @marvelfluffbingo (expired): old flame

Square 6 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Free Space

Warnings: Thor has low self-esteem, fluff, a tiny hint of naughtiness, mentions of past breakup, a hint of harassment towards chubby Thor

Rating: Mature

Trope: Reunion

Words: 1029

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

The wind blows a little harder today, but you still smile.

Fall finally arrived, and you are giddy like a child to collect leaves and visit the pumpkin patch.

The world changed once again. The world order was restored.  People came back, and everyone got a second chance.

Even if you are not the lucky one who got her true love back, you’re happy for the others having the chance to love each other again.

“Another one, please,” you dip your head as a familiar voice catches your attention. It comes from one of the seats outside your favorite bakery. “It’s delicious, ma’am.”

You step closer, eyes glued to the man ordering another slice of pumpkin pie. “Thor?” You blink a few times. He’s still as handsome as you remember, but he’s got a belly now.

A thick blonde beard frames his face, and he’s got long dreadlock-style blonde hair. He looks different, but his eyes are the same.

“It’s really you!” you smile widely and hug Thor before he can react. “It’s good to see you. How have you been?”

“Y/N?” He gasps as you won’t let go of him. “I-I’m good. Uh-I try to get in shape again and find a place where I belong.”

“Whoa, a lot is going on in your life.” You let go of Thor and smile at him. “I heard what happened to Asgard. I’m so sorry, Thor.”

“It’s…we found a new place. We’re about to build a new home for the survivors,” Thor drops his eyes to his belly. “I’m not the man you used to know, huh?”

“Why are you saying this?” You sit on the free chair at his table. “Did you change so much? I can still see the kind man I met five years ago.”

“You’re too kind to speak the truth. Look at me, dove. I’m fat and useless,” he sighs deeply. “I just can’t find a reason to…” Thor shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You didn’t bother me at all, Thor,” you reach out to touch his hand. “We all have ups and downs. You’ve lost so much. No one could endure such pain without losing hope. But I know you are strong enough to overcome all of this.”

“I lost more than hope,” he sheepishly admits. “There is nothing worth living for any longer. Most of my days I spend at the café, eating more food to fill the emptiness inside of me.”

“Thor, in front of me still sits the man sweeping me off of my feet,” you squeeze his hand. “If you want to have a slice of pie, I can keep you company. I wanted to have some tea and pumpkin pie too before I go to the pumpkin patch.”

“Pumpkin patch?” Thor’s eyes sparkle.

He remembers how you invited him to go to a pumpkin patch before your relationship fell apart. Thor had to leave to help Asgard and didn’t return for almost a year.

Jane Foster came back into the picture, and before he knew it, you broke up. You didn’t want to share his heart with another woman or spend years apart from the man you love.

“YES! They got the best pumpkins, or so I heard. I want to find the perfect pumpkins to decorate my store and home,” you hastily explain. “You know how I get when it comes to decoration.”

“I remember,” he flashes you a smile, making his cheeks dimple. Thor places one hand on his belly, sighing once again. He’s not the good-looking man you dated years ago in his opinion.

You smile at Thor as the waitress places the plate with the pie in front of him. She looks Thor up and down, judging him for ordering another slice of pie by dropping her eyes on his belly. The woman shakes her head before turning her attention toward someone yelling at her.

“I…you recognized me,” he whispers to not catch the waitress’s attention. ���People these days don’t do this often.”

“Why wouldn’t I recognize you, Thor?” You frown deeply. “You’re still my Thor. Of course, I recognized you, dummy.” You grin.

“Y/N, you don’t have to pretend. I know how I look,” Thor mumbles. He dares not to meet your eyes; afraid he’ll see what he sees in most women's eyes these days. Rejection and disgust.

“Thor, you should know me better,” you get up from your chair to cup his face to look Thor deep in the eyes. “I always admired and loved the man you are, not how you looked. He’s still there, I can see him in your eyes. You lost your way for a moment, but you will find your footing and get back on your feet. And I like me a cozy belly to…”

“…to what?” He furrows his brows when you dip your head to whisper something far from innocent in his ear while you run your hand over his belly. Thor gulps hard, suddenly feeling hungry for something else than pie. “Oh—”

“If you are free, you could join me to choose the pumpkins for decoration and pie, and later, we can go for a walk and collect a few colorful leaves.”

“I’d like that,” Thor watches you sit back down, a content smile on his face. “How many pumpkins do you need?”

“Enough for two,” you return his smile, feeling your heart flutter when Thor grabs your hand to hold it like he used to do.

Maybe this is the chance you have been waiting for.

Thor is back in your life, and you’d be damned if you let him walk out on you ever again. You’ll give him something that he’s longing for.

A home and someone who’ll love him unconditionally…

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My Late Night Delight Comm of Markus Thorn from @blue-berry-88

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Our Spark

Is our spark just hiding,

Or is it really dead?

I often wonder if it all

Was only in my head.

Did you ever feel for me

The way I feel for you?

The desperate need

The unconscious pull

That tethers me to you.

A spark of electricity

As your body touches mine.

The never ending desire

I’ve had burning deep inside.

You’ve completely stop reacting

To the fire of my touch.

Is this a flame we can rekindle?

Or has complacency done too much?

Your eyes never do linger

Your breath never seems to catch

Are we truly lovers

Or just a solid match?

It’s something that I long for

I know this need will never fade.

It breaks my heart to look ahead

And have to walk away.

-EKH

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Ep5 Dear Hyeri(3)

Ending a short term rekindle

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Wishing the most happiest of Birthdays to our resident musician Markus!!

Save it in your diaries lovelies!! Markus needs some extra attention from you on the 7th of March :3 Collab Art done by resident director @minthe-drawings and our CG artist @kyitre

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✨💖Meet Niko💖✨

Your charismatic childhood best friend with an eye for fashion!📷 Childhood romances can stand the test of time, right?

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Warning: [PG-13] This story contains elements, language, and topics that are not suited for minors, and can be sensitive to you. Please read at your own discretion.

[ REKINDLE | ACT VI: Fulfilled Promise ]

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October 2, 2025. A month before Kasthan’s birthday.

It had started to rain that night.

Lucian and Theron had headed inside the manor and, as expected, Lucian still remembered each room and space, especially the master bedroom, his room. After Lucian had become the head of the family, the master bedroom became his.

“Do you have a pair of scissors?” Lucian asked as he made his way through the stairs and into the bedroom, with Theron following closely behind. Their steps light and quick, careful of the human that slept on the bedroom next door: Kasthan.

“I do.” Theron replied quietly, curious about Lucian’s request. Their minds were no longer tethered to each other, so Theron didn’t really know why Lucian would need a pair of scissors. “For what do you need them?”

“To cut my hair.”

“Why?” Theron was confused at this point.

“Because there’s a promise I need to fulfill, and I want to look good for you.” Lucian had stopped his tracks once they had reached the bedroom, and turned to face Theron. The look in his eyes said it all, catching Theron off guard and making his heart ache.

“Lucian…” 

“Wait here for me, okay?” He kissed Theron gently, and offered a soft smile as he made his way into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

— ✦ — 

Theron thought Lucian was only going to cut his hair, not undress himself. Lucian just stared at him, with a clear intent and interest. It made Theron feel all sorts of things. 

“Everything all right?” Lucian asked, as if nothing was happening and he didn’t purposefully undress.

“You look… different.” Theron said, his gaze and voice betraying him. 

Lucian once more smiled softly. “By tomorrow my hair will have grown back, and I will look the same. Grim Reaper issues.”

— ✦ — 

“It has been too long, my love. Too long.”

“It has… hasn’t it?” Theron replied sadly, his gaze now fixed in Lucian’s own. “I grieved for you every day. Not a day went by in which I did not try to turn time around, just so I could see you again. Be by your side… again. Turns out… you were here all this time.”

Lucian listened to Theron carefully, and tried his best to understand how Theron was feeling. Life, unfortunately, had not been kind to the Grim Reaper, and his feelings had hardened. Making it difficult for him to navigate and understand them. And now, more than ever, he needed to try. For Theron.

He closed the gap between himself and Theron, their foreheads touching. 

“Allow me to repay you,” Lucian spoke, his hands holding Theron tight by the waist, not letting go, not wanting to let go, “for all the time you grieved and looked for me, and I was not by your side where I should’ve been. For not arriving on time to our wedding night. For failing to protect you from harm’s way.”

— ✦ — 

It was as if they were never apart from each other, as if they had confessed their love just yesterday. And today they were savoring each moment of it. Of that fervent, yet sweet love. They soon had found themselves lying on the bed. Their gazes not leaving each other’s at any moment. “Did you had dinner ready for me that night?” Lucian asked as he softly nuzzled Theron’s neck, inhaling his sweet scent. “Yes, as well as your favorite wine.” Theron replied sincerely. One of his hands had made its way to Lucian’s left cheek, making Lucian look him in the eyes once again. “I’m sorry you couldn’t enjoy either.” Lucian chuckled, his eyes showing a playfulness in them that Theron had yet to catch. “No need to be sorry. After all, we can go straight to the dessert now, can we?” For a second time in his life, Theron wanted the ground to swallow him whole. If Lucian was going to be this direct… then he better be prepared to receive a direct reply.

“Of course we can. After all, this “dessert” has never once been tasted. It has been patiently waiting for the right tester to come along.”

And to say that Lucian lost it that night would be an understatement. 

— ✦ — 

Early morning, Theron had woken up to Death’s shadow binded to him, as well as a wedding band on his finger.

Theron knew that Lucian had to leave that night to perform his duties as the Grim Reaper, so he decided to set his plans for the day aside and spend some quality time with him. The Magic Realm’s sages will have to wait longer than expected.

— ✦ — 

Theron listened to Lucian play the piano. Play his favorite piano song. He still played it as beautiful as before, and Theron found himself mesmerized by it. They both were at ease, cherishing each other’s company—

“Oh my god, you can’t be serious right now.” A gasping, third voice. “Last night I thought I heard something strange, and I wasn’t wrong at all!” Kasthan frowned at them from the door. “DID YOU SLEPT WITH THE GRIM REAPER LAST NIGHT?! THE ONE THAT I WARNED YOU OF?!”

“Kasthan, please tone down your voice.” Theron’s sensitive hearing hurt from hearing Kasthan speak so loud. It was unusual of Kasthan to react like this, but in his shoes, Theron would’ve done the same. After all, they were both wary of reapers. “I planned to introduce you to him formally—”

“I already know him. I already saw him before. You shouldn’t meddle with him, you should stay away from—” An invisible, yet vice hold, made its way to Kasthan, making him kneel on the floor.

“I don’t care what nonsense you want to say about me.” Lucian finally spoke, his voice firm. “But if you treat Theron, my husband, like this, don’t expect me to sit back and watch. If he hasn’t told you about me yet, it’s because he has his reasons.”

“H-Husband?”

— ✦ — 

Theron facepalmed himself, his thin patience wearing out.

He took both Kasthan and Lucian by the ears, making them wince from the pain inflicted. He had enough of their bickering.

“You will both clean the kitchen together, and make lunch together. And I don’t want to hear any excuses, nor see magic being used to speed up the process. I have to go to the Magic Realm for a moment, but when I come back, I expect to see lunch ready.”

If Kasthan hated Lucian before, and Lucian hated Kasthan, they now hated each other more than ever.

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