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[toranoya]

Jamie I have been hearing rumours of a newcomer hero is coming who I can describe as a girl who has a strong liking for cats who gets along with small children making her a total sweetheart she has the power to shrink herself into as size of a doll and can change her appearance by those magic cat ears headband on her head so if you,your friends and your sister happen to see her please be nice to her.

Jamie’s eyes widen with curiosity, practically glowing with excitement as he listens. He leans in a little, like he's being let in on a secret. “Whoa… seriously? A new hero? And she likes cats? That’s so cool! I mean—I love cats! Well, except when Cupcake’s cat scratches me, but still! And she can shrink? Like—tiny tiny? That’s awesome! Imagine all the cool places she could go! Like inside a LEGO house or hide in a teacup!” He spins around, already imagining adventures with the mysterious cat-themed hero.

“And her headband gives her different looks? Magic cat ears—now that’s style.”

He suddenly stops and turns serious for a moment.

“Don’t worry. If I see her—and Sophie too—we’ll totally be nice! She sounds like someone who’d be a really good friend. And if she’s here to help people, then she’s already one of the good guys. I’ll even save her a spot on the sled when we go riding!”

[toranoya]

"So, breaking my cycle means i get to rename myself, right? How about Rose? I know you originally named me Eve, so maybe you'd like to help me here, too?" @eve-reborn from alice to adam

Adam didn’t even blink.

“Cupcake.”

He said it with zero hesitation, leaning back like he’d just dropped divine wisdom straight from the heavens.

“That’s your new name now. Cupcake. Has a nice ring to it. Soft, deceptively sweet, and probably filled with something explosive in the middle.” He gave her a mock-serious nod. “Perfect for a former child soldier turned walking trauma bouquet.”

[@eve-reborn

[toranoya]

A few hours later, Krix groaned through clenched teeth as he wriggled like a trapped ferret in a hoodie. “T, come on…” he hissed, half-whining now as Tamara’s grip only seemed to tighten with each squirm.

“Let go, let go, please let go,” he muttered urgently,

eyes wide as his bladder gave another warning squeeze. “Don’t make me piss myself, Tamara, we just started bonding!”

One leg was halfway off the couch, his body twisted like a pretzel as he tried to shimmy free without waking her—or worse, causing a tail nibble relapse...

[toranoya]

The towering blue jay rose in a smooth, disciplined motion, every movement honed by years of military service. Though he stood tall now, imposing in stature and presence, his blue-feathered head remained respectfully lowered.

“Yes, my lord,” Jayel said, voice deep but reverent. “I’ll be ready to serve.”

He brought a fist to his chest in a quiet salute, the gesture sharp and unwavering.

“Call upon me as needed—my blade, my wings, and my legions are yours until your will is fulfilled.”

[@a-hell-of-a-time

While he could get used to the prostration, it was becoming an inconvenience in terms of communication. "You may rise and stand normally," he said, hoping the other would adhere to his words.

"As of the current moment, I do not." He was still getting his affairs in order, especially since he had both his own former duties to attend to, along with those of the former prince. "However, do be prepared to be called upon in future. There is much to do and much more to correct in order to keep things running smoothly."

[toranoya]

Hawks stood beside Kari the whole time, his usual laid-back expression softened into something quiet and pained. He didn’t say much while she clicked through the files—he didn’t need to. His hand gripped hers back just enough to remind her he was there, grounding her, steady and real in a space full of shadows from the past.

When Kari tried to lighten the mood at the end, Hawks crouched down a little to her level and gently brushed a few strands of hair out of her face. His expression didn’t shift into pity—it never did. Instead, it was the expression of someone who understood, who had lived through too many ghosts of his own.

“Two pounds, huh?” he murmured with a gentle smile. “And now look at you. Tough enough to face all this head-on, brave enough to want answers even when you knew they’d hurt. That kind of strength? That’s rare, Kari. That’s hero stuff.”

He let the words settle before continuing, his thumb brushing over her knuckles where their hands were still locked together.

“Your dad loved you. All of you. You can feel it in every word he wrote—even when things were falling apart, his thoughts were on keeping you safe. That’s not something a lot of kids get to grow up knowing. But you? You’ve got that. You’ve got him with you every time you use your quirk, every time you snort like he did.” Hawks grinned a little at that, trying to lift her spirit without pushing her too fast.

He then stood and offered his other hand to steady her.

“We can look for more when you’re ready—your mom’s records, maybe some old hero logs. But we don’t have to do it all today. There’s no rush. What matters is you have this now. It’s a part of you, but it doesn’t have to define you.”

He gave her hand a soft squeeze, his wings flexing slightly behind him.

“You wanna keep going? Or you want a break, maybe get something warm to drink, clear your head?” he asked gently, letting her take the lead again. “Whatever you choose, I’m here, little bird.”

[toranoya]

Krix flashed Sasuke a lazy peace sign as the old man turned to go. “What? No kiss for me?” he called out with mock offense, raising his brows and smirking. “Damn, I’m hurt. Offended, even.”

He leaned back a little more, voice dropping to a sarcastic mutter, “Guy cuddles you once, helps you shower, feeds you gumbo, and suddenly he’s too good for a goodnight kiss.”

Still, there was a tiny—almost imperceptible—smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he settled in again, glancing down at Tamara curled up against him.

“…Weird family,” he muttered to himself.

[toranoya]

"Can't sleep. Decided to stay up to watch the storm. Wonderland's storms aren't bad like Earth's storms, but they're beautiful to watch. I just don't like the thunder." @eve-reborn to adam pls from alice :)

Adam raised a brow and replied with a smirk.

“Aw, poor thing—mighty Alice, undone by a little sky-rumble. How tragic. Should I fetch you a thunderblanket and a cup of chamomile while I heroically keep watch over the glittery clouds of whimsical doom?”

[toranoya]

Shikamaru watched him move with the lazy calm of a man who saw everything—and missed nothing. The tea in his hand had gone lukewarm, but he didn’t care. His eyes stayed on Ryu, trailing each deliberate step, each flicker of chakra curling along the ground like a whisper waiting to be heard.

“Tch… ‘Deerling,’ huh?” he muttered with a slight roll of his eyes, lips twitching into a smirk. “You know I’ll let that slide just once, right?”

But the smirk softened when he heard the real meaning behind Ryu’s words. The trust. The subtle ask. The silent bond being woven in the space between shadows and tea leaves.

“As for keeping you safe…” Shikamaru shifted, leaning against the tree behind him with his arms crossed, eyes half-lidded but sharp. “I already am. You just haven’t noticed yet.”

A beat passed. He tilted his head just slightly toward the path ahead—toward the patrol, the road back, and everything still unspoken between them.

“Train all you want. Just don’t forget…” he said quietly, “even a knight needs backup sometimes.”

Then, with a low chuckle and a flick of his fingers in a lazy wave, he added:

“Wake me if you get lonely out there, Ryu. I’ll be right here.”

NARU: Sound of Hidden Pain

[toranoya]

Krix gave a little nod and a grunt, already digging into his pocket. “No problemo,” he muttered, shifting onto one hip carefully to avoid jostling Tamara too much. His phone lit up in his palm as he started mindlessly scrolling—dumb skate vids, cursed memes, one or two weird texts from contacts he half-remembered.

“Thanks for the blanket,” he said out of habit more than anything, not looking up.

Tamara’s soft little sound of thanks made him pause. His thumb hovered over the screen before slowly locking the phone and setting it aside.

He glanced down at her again, at the way she held him like he wasn’t just some street kid who’d lucked into gumbo and a shower.

Krix sighed softly, relaxing back against the couch as best he could. “…Yeah. I’ll deal,” he repeated, quieter this time. His tail flicked once before curling near his leg.

He wasn’t used to this, but… maybe it wasn’t the worst thing.

[toranoya]

Adam leaned against the doorframe as Alice rambled through historical witchcraft and reincarnation trauma with the ease of someone who’d done this dance before. His arms were folded, and though the corner of his mouth quirked up at her quip, his eyes never quite lost that haunted glow.

When she flicked his side, he rolled his eyes, deadpan. “Knee-high boots and selective poetry. Great. Just when I thought reincarnation couldn’t get more pretentious.” Then a beat. “…You still have the dramatic flair, I’ll give you that.”

As she flipped the pages and spoke of summoning Death, he paced a slow circle around the statue of Roswyn, hands clasped behind his back like an ancient curator in a cursed museum.

“Reverse engineering magic to throw me into Heaven’s recycling bin. Bold of you. I’m flattered.” He arched a brow. “You sure you don’t wanna keep me here? Put me in a nice glass box next to the statue gallery? ‘In loving memory of bad decisions and celestial sarcasm.’”

But as she talked about pleading her case at Heaven’s gates, his expression sobered again. He paused, gaze drifting toward the ceiling as if looking through layers of sky, time, and bureaucracy.

“Tch. You know, I’d pay good money to see the face on that smug pencil-pusher at the Pearly Gates when your name blinks back into the system.” He deepened his voice in a mock-announcer tone: “‘Oh no, sir, she died millennia ago, she’s been processed—wait… Eve?’”

Rolling his eyes, Adam followed her up the steps as she sealed the sacred chamber, watching the glow of her magic with a sideways glance. She was different. Stronger. But heavy. Like someone who had finally pulled the sword out of the stone and realized how much it weighed.

“Damn right you’re a different woman,” he said as they emerged into the main library. “The Eve I remember didn’t do stairs. She made me carry her.” A pause. Then, more quietly, with faint amusement: “Granted, the dress back then weighed as much as sin itself, so I guess that’s fair.”

He didn’t miss the way her posture shifted—the shiver of being watched. His wings gave the faintest twitch, golden feathers bristling just enough to flash a warning to whatever dark thing was lurking behind the veil.

But he didn’t comment on it. Not yet.

Instead, he waited while she sealed the entryway, listening to her exchange with the maid. When Mayrina left, Adam leaned slightly toward the hall, giving a single sarcastic wave. “Sleep tight, ghost of Downton Abbey.”

As Alice beckoned him, Adam clicked his tongue and followed. “Food? Oh, finally. Thought you were going to make me starve until we reached existential enlightenment.” He looked ahead, then sideways at her. “Just promise me you’re not serving anything that talks back or glows. I’ve had enough cursed cuisine for one eternity.”

Then, just before they reached the dining hall, he added in a softer tone—just loud enough for her to hear: “I missed you too, by the way.”

[toranoya]

Krix stayed still, feeling her body tense against his, her grip tightening unconsciously around his torso like he was her only anchor. The soft whimpers and twitching ears made his brow furrow.

"Great. She hugs me and gets nightmares," he muttered, guilt flickering across his face as he glanced up at Sasuke.

He let out a soft sigh through his nose. “I’m not exactly comfort material, y’know… I bite, steal, stink like hell half the time, and now apparently trigger trauma in my sleep.” He looked down at her, tail twitching once before stilling again.

"…She’s tough," he added a moment later, quieter. “But that kinda thing… never really goes away, huh?”

He shifted his arm awkwardly so it rested around her back. Not tight, but steady.

“She can hang on if she needs to,” he mumbled. “I’ll deal.”

[toranoya]

*hugs mun* *lots of hugs*

*hugs back* Hope you're having a good weekend.

[toranoya]

Jamie what do you think of the Guardians?

Jamie’s eyes light up instantly, a wide grin spreading across his face as he practically bounces where he stands. “What do I think of the Guardians? Are you kidding?! They’re awesome! I mean—you’ve got Santa, but not just any Santa—North, with swords and tattoos and everything! And the Easter Bunny? He’s huge! Like, really huge. And kinda grumpy, but super cool. Tooth is so fast and sparkly, and her fairies are everywhere. I even keep my baby tooth in a box now, just in case!”

He pauses, eyes softening a little as he looks up at the sky.

“And then there’s Jack. Jack Frost. He’s… he’s my friend. He believed in me even when I didn’t know how much I believed in myself. He makes winter fun, and he makes me feel like I matter.”

Jamie’s grin returns, full of wonder.

“So yeah. The Guardians? They’re real. And they’re the best.”

[toranoya]

=K

Kohaku’s lips curled into that unmistakable, slow smirk—the one he only wore when Core had completely, beautifully undone himself.

He brushed his fingers lightly along Core’s jaw, letting his thumb rest just beneath the kitsune’s lower lip, enjoying the way the other shivered in his hold. His voice came out low and warm, like smoldering embers under silk.

“Oh, now you’re worked up?” he teased gently, leaning in just enough that their noses brushed again, the barest hint of a kiss waiting between their breaths. “Could’ve fooled me with all that purring and sweet talk, my love.”

He gave Core’s lip the faintest tug with his thumb before chuckling softly—affectionate and amused, his amber gaze soft with desire and adoration.

“I don’t mind if you're misbehaving, especially if it means I get to be the only one you unravel for,” he murmured. “You say you’re going to pamper me, but I think you underestimate just how dangerous you are when you get like this.”

His hand trailed down Core’s back, feather-light, until it rested just above the kitsune’s tail. He leaned in close again, his lips grazing Core’s ear as he whispered:

“Come on then. Let’s see just how much mischief that tail of yours is really hiding tonight.”

And with one last look—hungry but still playful—Kohaku turned, gently tugging Core toward the futon, not rushing a single step.

The tea could wait. The fruit, too. This moment between them? This was everything.

=K

Kohaku’s breath hitched at the warm graze of Core’s teeth, the way the fox’s voice dipped low, molten and unfiltered now. That soft, playful growl at his ear made the demon slayer’s pulse quicken in a way he didn’t bother hiding.

He chuckled softly, curling an arm around Core’s waist to pull him close, noses brushing again. “So you are going to misbehave, hm?” Kohaku teased, voice just as low now—like a shared secret only for them. “Good. I was starting to think I’d have to carry you to the futon myself.”

He pressed another kiss to the corner of Core’s mouth, then another along the curve of his jaw, and whispered against his skin, “Let’s take our time tonight. Tea, fruit… and maybe a certain fox I’ve been craving since this morning.”

[toranoya]

Adam stilled for half a second—not from resistance, but from the weight of it.

The kiss wasn’t hunger. It wasn’t power. It was desperation, raw and trembling, the kind of kiss that said don’t vanish again, don’t leave me alone in this nightmare. And Adam felt it. In every shaky breath Lucifer gave, in the way his fingers clung tighter, like he was afraid the moment might dissolve if he let go.

Adam didn’t pull away.

Instead, he deepened it just a little—soft, steady, grounding. One hand stayed tangled in Lucifer’s hair, the other slid lower again, curling beneath his thighs as he smoothly lifted the King of Hell into his arms.

Lucifer fit there like he belonged.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Adam whispered against his lips once the kiss broke, their foreheads still touching. “Not tonight. Not while you’re like this.”

With a light beat of his wings, the world around them lifted—the rooftop, the wreckage, the flickering “H” of Hell’s most infamous hotel growing smaller beneath them. Ash and neon faded as cool air wrapped around them in soothing spirals.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” Adam murmured as he soared higher, one arm holding Lucifer close, the other braced beneath him like he weighed nothing at all. “Before one of your daughter’s freaky friends decides to finish the job.”

A small smirk pulled at his lips, but the gentleness in his eyes didn’t waver.

“Trust me?”

He looked down, meeting those damp, red eyes still shimmering with hurt and fear.

“I want to show you something amazing.”

[toranoya]

Krix let out a long, exhausted groan as Tamara yanked him back like a stuffed animal gone rogue, her limbs tightening around him like she was protecting treasure. His arms pinned, tail trapped, and one cheek smushed against her shoulder, he managed to twist his head just enough to glare over at Sasuke.

“…Fuck. My. Life,” he muttered, voice muffled.

He gave a half-hearted wiggle in protest, but Tamara’s grip was iron. “She smelled the switch. Are you kidding me? What is she, part bloodhound?”

His tail gave one defeated thump against the couch. “…I swear if she starts chewing on it again, I’m not responsible for the noises I make.”

Krix stepped back, arms crossed, his expression shifting into a mock pout. “Thanks, but now I’m kind of hurt that I’m so replaceable,” he grumbled, eyebrows raising as he nodded toward Tamara snuggling the plush like nothing had happened. “Didn’t even blink… Damn.”

He looked at the plush for a beat, then back at Sasuke with a dry smirk. “Bet that thing doesn’t even know how to skate.”

A beat passed, and then he sighed and dropped into a chair, chin resting in one hand. “Guess I should’ve seen that coming. I mean, who wouldn’t trade in a snarky imp for a stuffy that doesn’t talk back?”

[toranoya]

Krix stepped back, arms crossed, his expression shifting into a mock pout. “Thanks, but now I’m kind of hurt that I’m so replaceable,” he grumbled, eyebrows raising as he nodded toward Tamara snuggling the plush like nothing had happened. “Didn’t even blink… Damn.”

He looked at the plush for a beat, then back at Sasuke with a dry smirk. “Bet that thing doesn’t even know how to skate.”

A beat passed, and then he sighed and dropped into a chair, chin resting in one hand. “Guess I should’ve seen that coming. I mean, who wouldn’t trade in a snarky imp for a stuffy that doesn’t talk back?”