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critrolesideblog · 3 years ago

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Some snippets from the Nein’s week at the Blooming Grove.

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There is a shadow of something between them. Something in the way their shoulders brush as they stand next to each other, in the way the Scourger's broad shoulders relax ever-so-slightly when Caleb is near, in the intensity with which he watches Caleb's face as he speaks, in the way Caleb's eyes travel slow, lingering paths up the Scourger's muscular arms when he thinks no one is watching.

Caleb has his back to Essek, standing over a desk, perusing a book the Scourger has lent him. The Scourger is next to him, arms crossed over his chest, leaning back against the desk with an air of ease and familiarity, as if he did not try to kill them all mere days ago. He is facing Essek, but not looking at him.

Until he is.

Brown eyes catch lilac ones in their stare, and a wolfish grin curls its way around the handsome features. He says something to Caleb in Zemnian, without breaking Essek's eye contact. It sounds like a question, to which Caleb replies casually.

It is foolish, Essek knows, to maintain eye contact like this. Any number of spells may be wrought thus, but he cannot find it in himself to look away.

The Scourger asks another question, his voice dropping an octave. He forfeits the staring contest to trace Caleb's form with his eyes, down then up, and there is still a wolfish edge to his playful grin as leans in past the boundary of Caleb's shoulder.

Without looking up from his book, Caleb places a hand on the near side of the Scourger's face and slowly but firmly extends his arm out. The Scourger, chuckling, allows himself to be pushed over far enough that he has to take a step away from Caleb to maintain his balance.

His eyes alight on Essek again. He says something to Caleb with a sigh, and then lopes out of the library, his eyes on Essek's all the while. Just before he floats down out of sight, he gives Essek a wink.

Once all is still, Caleb looks up, finally, toward the exit. His shoulder dips slightly as he turns to look at Essek, but Essek's eyes are already back on his own book.

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"Anyway, it's a really good book, Essek. I think you'll like it."

"I am sure it is, but romance novels have never been my, ah, cup of tea."

Jester draws the small brush dipped in black laquer carefully across the final nail of Essek's right hand. "It's not just a romance novel, Essek. It's literature. You're missing out." She says the last part in a singsong voice as she leans back to survey her handiwork. "Are you sure you don't want me to put some little designs on them. I could make them very tasteful, you know, like some little stars or your favorite rune or something."

They are seated in front of the fireplace in Jester's room atop a make-shift bed of soft pillows and blankets. Fey cats sit among the pillows alongside them, some with tails holding aloft trays of milk, cookies, pastries, tea, and fruit, others merely there for their evening nap.

"I will likely be returning to Vurmas outpost soon, Jester. I do not want anything that will draw too much attention from the soldiers."

"Oh, alright," she says. Her tail sways slowly behind her like a disappointed shake of the head. "You do pull off the monochromatic look really well. Next time, through, we should try something different, just for fun, you know?" She gives him a bright, fanged grin.

"Yes, next time."

Essek thought, after a century of den politics, he could hide his heart from anyone (evidence shows even himself), but hiding it from Jester Lavorre is another matter entirely. She narrows her eyes at him suspiciously.

"There is going to be a next time, Essek. You're so smart -- I'm sure you can figure out a solution for anything. So there is going to be a next time, alright, Essek? Promise me."

"Jester--"

"Promise!" She holds her pinkie finger out toward him imperiously. The logical part of Essek's mind whirs with explanations, caveats, problems, but Jester is looking at him with such determination, such faith.

Slowly, carefully, he loops his pinkie around hers.

"I promise."

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Essek observes, a little wryly, that it promises to be another beautiful sunlit day, when a small but bright flash of light catches his eye painfully as he walks through the Grove after breakfast. He winces reflexively, and when he looks back, the glimmer is gone. Curious. He pauses, waiting, eyes carefully scanning the mist-clung leaves and gilded treetops. There is a distant rustling, a whisper of breeze, and -- there it is again! A flash and gone, but he sees the direction of its source this time.

Diverting from his usual path, he strikes off in search of it. He drifts into one of the wilder reaches of the grove, skirting mounds and headstones, overgrown with flowers of every color, shimmering with dew. Finally, the tall brush ahead of him clears and he finds...Fjord?

Fjord is lying on the damp undergrowth, the dawning sunlight glinting off the metal buckles of his armor. His limbs are thrown aside at funny angles as though he had fallen, but Essek's keen ears tell him his breathing is normal. From what Essek can tell, he is awake and uninjured.

"Fjord?"

"Mm?" One yellow eye opens to survey him coyly.

"What are you doing?"

"I have been ... grievously injured," Fjord rasps with great melodrama, his left hand moving slightly to bring Essek's attention to a wooden dowell a few inches from his knee.

The puzzle pieces fall into place.

"Ah." Essek murmurs, "This is a trap." A toothy grin spreads across the half-orc's handsome features, but Essek is already scanning his surroundings, ears straining, for any sign to give away his hunter. He does not want to make it too easy for him.

There is a rustle of leaves to his left.

He turns toward it, casting Shield with a little more flourish than is strictly necessary, and -- twang--FWUMP! He hisses as a dowell hits him hard in the back of his right shoulder. An orange cat with familiar blue eyes pops its head out of the flowers in front of him. Catleb tilts his head playfully as victorious giggles erupt from the tree branches behind Essek.

Essek looks down at his shoulder as though surveying the damage. "I am not sure a shoulder wound is instantly mortal."

"The arrows are poisoned," Fjord supplies casually.

"Ah, of course."

"And if you don't die with enough gravitas, you'll be made to do it again."

Essek suppresses a sigh and a smirk. He supposes he cannot have enough practice faking his death.

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"Alright, man, that's enough for right now," Beau says as she closes her notebook. "I think we both need some food and some fresh air." She rises from her seat, stretches, and claps Caleb on the shoulder as she walks by. "Let's go, dude. Don't make me come back in here for you, 'cause you know I will." And with that, she walks past the shadow, out of the Clays' kitchen, into the sunshine.

Caleb rubs his hands over his face and takes a deep breath. Eins, zwei, drei...

Constance Clay is seated to his left. She is a calm, abiding presence, listening without judgment, a witness, an anchor. Caleb gives her a nod, and she nods back, as has become their habit in ending these sessions. Finally, he rises and walks past the other witness in the room.

"Caleb," the shadow calls softly as he reaches the door.

Caleb turns back.

There is a moment of silence as the apology dies in Wulf's teeth, and Caleb is not sure if expecting no different makes it hurt more or less.

"I know," he replies. Wulf does not flinch. He never has. He never will. "I know."

He walks out into the sunshine.

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Caleb wakes up on a warm, sunlit patch of grass. He stares at the cloudless, blue sky for a moment before his attention is drawn by the skritch-a-scratch-scratch of pencil on paper to his left.

Jester is sitting beneath a peach tree, her sketchbook propped up against her knees. When her candy-pink eyes look up to peer at him over the pages, she grins and beckons him with a single, curling finger.

Slowly, after a nice, big stretch, he ambles up and over to her and crouches down at her side. She holds her book out at arms-length, so they can both survey her work: an orange cat fast asleep on its back in the sunshine. It's curled around on itself like a doughnut, its fluffy tummy exposed, a look pure feline bliss on its face.

"I think I got your good side."

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"A lee-tle more to the left," Jester says, motioning for Essek to stand closer-still to Caleb. He cannot get much closer without falling into Caleb's lap (he'll thank her later). He stares at her for a long moment, floats in just a nudge, and then shares A Look with Caleb. She considers this a small match-making success.

Gardening, truth be told, is not Jester's strong suit, so she has been spending her week in the Grove doing something much more important: drawing, drawing, and drawing some more. She draws until her hand cramps, at which point she pauses to eat a pastry or two and goes back to drawing again: Caleb and Essek conversing in the shade of an apple tree; Veth chasing Luc through the flowers; Yasha returning a baby bird to its nest; Fjord and Beau sparring amidst a shower of jacaranda petals; Constance and Cornelius Clay, each with an arm around Caduceus' shoulders, resting their heads against his in turns as they drink tea; Kingsley flirting incorrigibly with Eadwulf; Eadwulf and Astrid tending, with great care and concentration, to a plant that was half struck by the Blight; Sprinkle napping among the flowers; and a hundred other little moments, until her trusty sketchbook is almost entirely out of paper. And she knows exactly how she wants to use the final piece.

Fjord, Veth, and Caleb are seated in the garden on a motley assortment of chairs from the Clays' home, with Caduceus, Beau, Yasha, Molly, and Essek standing behind.

"You know, Blueberry, there is going to be a problem with this portrait." Caleb says, and Jester frowns, considering the composition and the lighting.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not in it.” Ah, yes, that tender grin is the exact one Jester wants to capture.

"Of course she is!" Declares Veth, tilting her head left then right to regard the rest of the Nein. "Look at all these smiles!"

#ficlets #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #jester lavorre #with guest appearances by:#eadwulf grieve #Fjord #Beau #and the entire #Mighty Nein #my writing tag

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oxbridge-quality-fanfiction-co · 5 years ago

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The Spring of Burning Forests: Chapter 2 (Geraskier)

The second chapter in now on AO3.

Summary: After finding Jaskier, Geralt has a vivid dream which quickly turns into a nightmare. The danger he wanted to protect them from arrives earlier than expected, and they are forced to flee with the fire raging around them.

For a full summary, see this post. Chapter one is here.

Big thanks to @booichiboo, @sdmcburney, @goshdraws, And my outside-of-Tumblr support Rita. Dedicated to @variousnoises.

Complete, updates every Sunday.

Here’s the first scene:

In his dream Geralt was walking through a forest. The wind was moving lazily through the branches. The rustling of the leaves was soothing, the air humid and fresh. It was a beautiful day in early spring, one of those that feel neither too hot nor too cold. The sun was gentle on his face. It must have been close to noon as there were no shadows but for the fluid shape of leaves dancing on the ground. As he looked around, he noticed daffodils growing along a river bank, a sea of yellow, water murmuring in the background, calm and clear.

He saw a figure ahead of him. It was a woman clothed in many layers of a semi-transparent fabric, a veil on her head, each part of her body covered, yet clearly visible. As he approached her, he saw that her face was turning into a blur. Her features were shifting fluently, never settling. She smiled at him, a hundred different lips smiling at once.

‘I have something for you.’ Her voice was harsh and soft, young and old at the same time.

She held out her hand. He leaned forwards and saw she was holding a little, wooden sculpture of a deer.

‘I had to wait until the world ends to find it,’ she said, handing it to him.

Geralt took it from her, surprised by the warm feeling suddenly overpowering him as he held on to it.

‘I thought I lost it,’ he said, confused.

He knew he’s never seen it before but the relief after getting it back was stronger than any sense of newness or unfamiliarity.

‘Lost it?’ She seemed surprised. ‘No, you threw it away.’

‘No, I didn’t. I would never.’ He was weirdly offended but his denial didn’t sound convincing even to himself.

The emotions floating though her face seemed unclear, impossible to read.

His eyes were suddenly drawn to the sculpture. The level of detail seemed impossible. It was as if somebody managed to curve each, tiny hair on the animal out of the soft wood. Its eyes had an odd, lively shine. It was hauntingly beautiful.

Suddenly he noticed a glimmer of light in its coat. The light spread fast. It was burning. The fire engulfed it quickly. The figure was turning into dust but the shape remained, glowing, and Geralt kept it in his hand, feeling no pain or heat.

‘Why would I?’ He asked her. ‘It’s not human. It’s not real. It’s not even…’

She didn’t let him finish. She laughed as if what he said was funny, but he found that unsettling, a shiver running down his spine.

‘Of course, it is. It’s all of these things, Geralt.’

The way she said his name sounded oddly familiar. As she said it, his hand suddenly felt severely burned and he dropped the ash to the ground, trying to shake it off. He couldn’t. It turned flexible and sticky, and he couldn’t wipe it away. No matter how hard he was fighting to remove it, the pain just kept getting worse, some grains of wood still glimmering and hot.

He looked up at her but she wasn’t there.

Instead, there was a real deer looking back at him from a distance, walking lightly. It was young and healthy, its coat shiny and handsome, sprinkled with golden blots of sunshine. It seemed curious about Geralt, and approached him slowly with growing interest until it stepped on a trunk of an old tree and one of its hooves fell in.

It stopped, tried to move forward again but couldn’t.

Geralt moved closer, steady and slow, doing his best not to scare it.

But as he walked, the animal started to panic, dragging the trapped leg and hurting it more.

‘Calm down, calm down,’ he spoke softly, moving even slower now.

The deer listened, its ears twitched, the head tilted slightly.

‘Everything will be fine,’ he said reassuringly, getting quite close now.

The animal was strangely endearing. Something about its movements was mesmerizing. Something familiar about it. Something that made a feeling of warmth spread in his stomach, a strong attachment that seemed somehow displaced.

‘Roach?’ He asked as if to explain the sudden surge of emotions. No, it was stupid. It made no sense.

He gently patted the deer’s soft muzzle, surprised it would let him. His hand moved up to its head, and the animal closed its eyes, comforted, no longer struggling. Geralt also felt calmer, the unsettling feeling going away.

He smiled, a peculiar happiness filled his lungs. It was gentle at first, but then started building up and up until it turned into a weird euphoria. A part of him turned sorrowful as he realised that he hasn’t felt this way in a long time, a racing heart, the sudden rush of blood, a curious kind of joy.

His thoughts were cut short with a sound of a crying animal.

There was blood on the deer wherever he touched it as if his fingers were razor sharp.

A sudden pang of regret and shame hit him hard, starting slow then quickly turning overwhelming.

He moved away but it was too late. There were cracks appearing on the deer’s skin as if it was made of glass, breaking. A sound of a hundred mirrors hitting the ground filled his ears, deafening and surprising. The deer shattered into small pieces and Geralt closed his eyes trying to block out the image.

When he opened his eyes again there was Jaskier standing right in front of him.

‘What’s wrong, Geralt?’ he asked, looking concerned. ‘Talk to me.’

It seemed so sudden and out of context, all he could feel was a surge of rage.

‘You are what’s wrong,’ he said sharply. ‘You are the only thing that’s wrong with me.’

‘What’s wrong, Geralt?’ he repeated exactly the same as before. ‘Talk to me.’

‘Can you hear me at all?’ Geralt asked, feeling like Jaskier didn’t really see him.

His eyes were distant, seemingly looking towards him but slightly off to the side, creating an uncanny feeling of disconnection.

‘Jaskier?’

‘What’s wrong, Geralt?’ he started again.

‘Just stop, stop that.’

‘Talk to me.’

‘What the fuck do you think I’m doing?’

Geralt tried to push Jaskier. He was looking for a response, any response. Jaskier’s shoulder felt real as he grabbed it. Every part of him seemed physically present and yet he just kept repeating himself, unchanged like some bizarre vision.

The push did nothing. He was immovable. Geralt pushed harder and harder, in vain. Jaskier just stood there the same as before.

‘I’m trying here,’ Geralt said angrily, feeling increasingly lost. ‘I really am.’

‘What’s wrong, Geralt?’

‘No… For fuck’s sake…’

‘Talk to me.’

Geralt’s helplessness was turning into anger, sharp and intense yet remote, as if it belonged to somebody else. He was swiftly losing control over his steadily growing fury, the feeling washing over him with unprecedented force. Without thinking, he grabbed a short knife he kept in his belt and stabbed Jaskier in the stomach.

‘What’s wrong, Geralt?’ Jaskier asked the exact same way as before, his face unchanged.

Geralt’s fingers dug deep into Jaskier’s shoulder as he tried to push him forwards to drive the knife deeper but couldn’t. He grasped his hair, wrapped his hand around his neck, pulling and dragging to no effect. Finally, he just pushed the knife as deep as he could, and yanked it out. Nothing. There was no blood. Jaskier stood there, still unmoved.

Geralt stabbed him again, dragging the blade up as if he was trying to gut him, realising he was holding a hunting knife, the blade arching up. He stopped, pulled the knife out again, and saw clear water seeping out of the wound, crisp and fresh as if it trickled out of a mountain spring. Jaskier’s fancy clothes drenched, the rest unchanged.

‘Why…’ he felt surprised, angry, overwhelmed, and guilty at the same time somehow. ‘You can’t even bleed right, can you?’

To his amazement, Jaskier did move this time. He just stepped ahead and walked straight through him as if he was a ghost.

Geralt turned around and recognised his own back ahead of him, the exact shape of his body, dressed in his clothes, walking away with Jaskier by his side.

Jaskier turned back, his eyes sad. He was clearly hurt. Then the other Geralt turned around too, his face filled with hatred as he stared at his real self with disgust. He took some old cloth out of his bag, tore it into a strip, and tied it around Jaskier’s waist, putting pressure on the wound, careful and considerate despite his harshly confident manner. As soon as it was done, he grabbed Jaskier’s sleeve and pulled him forwards as if trying to get him away from the real Geralt as quickly as possible.

Suddenly Geralt’s arms and legs felt heavy and he couldn’t move. He felt trapped, trying to pull himself ahead but unable to.

As the two figures disappeared behind the trees, he heard a distant sound like hundreds of animals running, twigs breaking, branches pushed away, snapping back.

And then he noticed the smoke, the forest beginning to burn around him.

Still paralyzed, he saw deer running at him in huge numbers. He didn’t feel like himself, as if all his skills and strength left him. He just waited to be crushed by the terrified animals, his fear growing gradually until he started to feel sick.

A strong, impressive stag launched straight at him. As he felt the antlers biting into his flesh, he woke up.

His eyes slowly refocused on the wooden ceiling above his head. He was sweaty and nervous, the sound of hooves hitting the ground still echoing in his head. He waited for it to evaporate along with the uncomfortable feeling of self-disgust, still lingering.

But the sound didn’t stop. It seemed like it was getting closer. Geralt looked out of the window and saw a few herds of deer running ahead, brown coats flashing in between the trees, a sense of panic in the air.

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peachesandfiction · 5 years ago

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Superhero! BlackPink’s reaction to their S/O taking care of their injuries after a battle

I guess warning?: The scenes might be a bit graphic or intense for some and there are deaths within it.

Jisoo: Superpower: Spark Generation

The Battle-

Sparks rained down as Inquantum bounced Jisoo’s last attack back at her. Jisoo did her best to block them with her umbrella, but it was already in ruins from the last attack. The sparks fell through the ripped fabric and landed onto her skin. Her arms sizzling, Jisoo did her best to hide the pain as she shot another attack towards her arch nemesis, but once again it was deflected back at her.

This time, ducking, Jisoo escaped the attack to only narrowly be missed by a chair. As the wood shattered from the impact and sent a few splinters into her side, Jisoo rolled over as she tried to get up, but to no avail as Inquantum stood over her with the large metal table from the middle of what used to be a conference room.

With every last ounce of her power that she could conjure, Jisoo caught Inquantum off guard with the fireworks that appeared all around her. The intense heat broke through the dissolving rubber shield around Inquantum’s skin and Jisoo watched as the villain melted into a puddle as the table fell inches away from her on top of the remains of Inquantum.

Slowly, she pushed herself up, flinching from the pain as she picked up the ruined umbrella. Despite feeling victorious with the defeat, Jisoo could only think about getting home as both the red of her blood and the purple liquid of her power darkened around the shirt of her costume.

Coming home to you-

Standing on your doorstep, Jisoo looked down at her side once again where purple and red blood surrounded the pieces of wood. On the ride over, she had successfully removed the smaller splinters, but she knew the wounds from the bigger ones would need to be dressed the moment they were out. She shook her useless umbrella as she nervously lifted her hand. Her knuckles landing softly on the hollow door as quiet bangs filled your home.

There was a muffled, “give me a second,” as she heard you shuffle towards the door. She listened to the clicks of the locks being undone before you swing open the door, “sorry, is ther- Jisoo,” you exclaim as you quickly reach for her outside the door and pull her into the warmth of your home. “What happened to you, oh my god. You are bleeding, sit here. I’m gonna quickly grab the first aid kit. It has to be around here somewhere.”

You leave Jisoo in the living room as your steps quicken towards the bathroom. You swing open the cabinets in there. Jisoo listened to their muffled bangs from the living room while she suppressed a giggle as it sent a sharp pain through out her body.

She tries to hold back from holding onto her side, afraid to push the pieces of wood in further.

You run into the living room with the first aid kit high in your hand and a towel swinging from the other before you come to a stop in front of her. You sit down on your knees before her, opening the kit and shuffling through it’s contents. You find the burn cream first and right away apply it to the small patches of raw skin on her arm, then wrapping them with a small roll of gauze.

You start to shuffle through the kit again, but Jisoo stops you with her hand resting on your cheek. She slides it down to your chin and lifts it towards her, “thank you, my love,” she said quietly. You find yourself leaning into her hand, but as she tries to adjust to lean towards you, Jisoo hisses from the pain and pulls you out of the small trance you were under.

Quickly, you settle Jisoo onto her unharmed side on top of the towel as you set out the gauze and hydrogen peroxide on the coffee table near you. Jisoo squeezes her eyes shut as you pull out each piece of wood. You quickly reach for the bit of towel hanging over the couch while you push her shirt gently up, exposing more of the wounds, and press it into her side before reaching for the peroxide. You push open the cap before looking at her, “this is going to sting.”

Getting a confirmation nod from Jisoo, you let the clear liquid slowly pour over the lip of the bottle and onto the open skin. Automatically bubbling up from cleaning the dirt, you quickly reach for her hand. Jisoo grips your hand tight as she tries her best to not let her body convulse in pain. You set down the peroxide as you gently press into the wounds again with the towel before going in again with the peroxide.

After a few more rounds of this, you take the gauze and help Jisoo sit up enough for you to wrap it tightly around her chest and stomach to help stop the bleeding. Once you are finished, you pull her shirt back into place and help her the rest of the way up.

Jisoo starts to thank you, but you cut her off as you hug her around her shoulders tightly. You hide your face in the crook of her neck, but she can feel the vibrations of your sobs. She pulls you away, keeping you at arms length away as she looks into your eyes, “thank you. I love you so much. I know that this is the worst I have come home with, but you handled it so calmly and I appreciate that.”

You quietly nod as tears run down your cheeks. Jisoo gently leans towards you and presses a light kiss against your lips before you help her up to get ready for bed.

Jennie: Superpower: Plant Manipulation

The Battle-

The green vine slithered out of the ground and towards Miss Chievous, slowly making its way over to her ankles as the villain goes on and on about her plan to destroy the world. Jennie was ready to attack, letting the vine shoot out towards the villain, but before it could make its way around her ankles, the woman steps to the side and the vine wraps around Jennie and pulls her up.

“Nice try,” Miss Chievous cackled as she crossed her arms smugly. “Did you really think I would fall for that after the last three times we have met?”

“I mean, kinda,” Jennie shrugged as she hung upside down by her own vine.

The woman huffed as she walked over towards Jennie, leaning down to come face to face with her, “listen here, I will take over this world and you, a tiny little petal, will not be able to stop me.” The woman clapped her hands tightly together, “alright, where was I in the plan? Oh! The water bomb.”

Jennie stopped listening to the plan as she slowly let the vine drop her to the ground onto the soft bed of flowers beneath her. Her eyes scoured the area. Trying to think of a plan to stop Miss Chievous, but before she could, a pair of strong arms restrained her.

Miss Chievous turned around from where she stood, “good job Bore.”

As she turned around to continue her slow walk around the room, Jennie looks our towards the trees just outside the window. The leaves shook as the branches slowly grew longer and longer towards the glass next to Miss Chievous. Bore took note of this and threw Jennie hard onto the ground before punching her in the face. Her right eye and cheek grew numb as she still pulled with her power, the tree branch breaking through the window and straight through the villain.

Bore push Jennie hard on the ground as he hurried over to what was once his master, holding her hand as the light went out of her eyes. The man began sobbing and Jennie could feel her heart twitch with his sorrow as she wiped a hand under her bleeding nose.

Not sticking around to see what would happen, Jennie quickly shut down the computer system Miss Chievous had set up before leaving the scene. The cops rushed in as she exited the building, arresting Bore while scouring the place.

Coming home to you-

With her shirt cover in blood and stained green from the vine, Jennie nervously played with the flowers in her hand while she awaited your answer.

The door creaked open and as you stuck your head out, you gasped as Jennie’s appearance. Her eye and cheek swollen and starting to bruise, dried blood under nose. You quickly pull her into your home and arms as you start to check her for more injuries.

“I’m fine sweetheart,” Jennie quietly chuckled as she wrapped her arms around you. She knew you weren’t going to be fine with that answer, but it was worth a try.

“Fine, my ass. Sit down at the table while I get you some ice and a wet rag.”

Jennie compiles, smiling at your figure as it walked out of sight. She sets down the bouquet as she waits.

You grab a bag of frozen peas, two rags and a bowl of water and make your way back towards the table. Setting things up as you wrap one of the rags around the frozen peas and press it against her eye and cheek. Jennie places her hand over yours before you slip it away. The two of you stay like that for a moment, just looking into each other’s eyes. Well, one eye for Jennie.

You shook your head as you felt your body lean towards her and pulled away. A blush building up across your cheeks as you pull the bowl of water and the other rag over. Gently pushing the peas out the the way, you dab at the dried blood, careful not to press too hard. Jennie’s free hand steadies your elbow as you continue to clean off the last of the blood. You press the peas back into place and drop the stained rag into the water.

Just as you were about to turn back towards Jennie, your eyes caught the flowers. You reach over and pick them up, “these are beautiful,” you say as your eyes scan over the beautiful colors of yellow and pink. Bringing them closer, you are hit with a rich perfume as you hold them against your chest.

“They are for you,” Jennie said, a small smile twitching on her lips.

You gently lean against Jennie and let her press her lips against yours. You pull away and rest your forehead on hers, “thank you.”

“No, thank you,” Jennie said before pulling you back into the kiss.

Rosé: Superpower: Air Embodiment

The Battle-

She breezed around the tall figure, trying to knock him down, but he stood his ground. He reached into the chilling air that was Rosé and the air formed into the girl as he held her by her neck. She scratched and pulled at his fingers while his glare grew closer.

“Your power is useless against me,” Meltdown grumbled as his hand grew warm. Rosé pulled one of his fingers loose and her body turned into a tornado as she blew herself away from him. Before she could get far though, the man punched towards her, his heat pushing her against the wall as her figure appeared again and slid down it. He then banged his fist right above her, his face turning red, “do you think this is a game? You want to keep playing these stupid air tricks on me?”

Rosé held herself back from sarcastically answering his question as Meltdown push himself away from her. His voice growling incoherently as he paced the room. She pushed herself up, using the wall to help as she looked around for a weapon. Her eyes fell upon the sink of water in the other room.

Slowly and with her back pressed against the wall, Rosé snuck her way over to the sink, her hand turning to a small breeze just as Meltdown turned around from his tangent. His eyes narrowed as he stomped his way towards her.

There was no way for Rosé to be smart about it, so she just turned into the strongest gust of wind she could and threw the sink on, water pouring out of the faucet and into her palm. The wind sprayed the water onto Meltdown, making him incapable to attack back, but Rosé lost control of her power as it overtook her, pulling out the sink and causing that and other various objects to fly into her and Meltdown. As she watched the metal door slam into Meltdown, knocking him out of the window, a wooden shelf hit her head. The objects falling down as her wind died. Blackness surrounding her before as she fell onto the cold tiled floor.

Coming home to you-

Rosé awoke on a soft couch as her eyes slowly blinked open. Her head pounded. She tried her best to remember what happened, but it just caused the pounding to worsen.

You were making your way back into the room with a small med kit and some water when your eyes fell on her awaking figure. You were quick to her side as you set the items in your hand down on the small coffee table. You pressed your palms gently on her shoulders as you helped her lay back down, “you need to take things slow baby.”

Rosé looked towards you but her eyes squinted against the pain of the light behind you. Noticing this, you quickly grab the med kit and throw it open. With two pills from the small bottle of pain medication, you hand Rosé the glass of water before dropping them into her other palm.

She takes them before handing you the glass back, “what happened,” she asked as she shut her eyes against the pain again.

“Well, we don’t have to worry about Meltdown ever again,” you say as you reach for the blanket at then end of the couch.

“Did I-” Rosé couldn’t finish her sentence.

You just nodded and rested your forehead against hers. You pull away from her with the blanket in your hands, “you should get some rest.” Rosé just stared at you as you draped the blanket on her.

You lean down again and press a gentle kiss on her temple, but Rosé reaches for your hand, pulling it close to her, “stay with me?”

You sit down on the floor next to the couch as she held your hand in silence.

Lisa: Superpower: Koniokinesis

The Battle-

Lisa coughed as the wings of Sparrow III rushed forward and blew her dust back towards her. She fell to her knees for a moment as she spat out brown liquid across the floor, a pair of brown leather shoes entering her field of vision as they came to a stop before her. “Your power is useless against me, Lisa. Why don’t you,” he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up, “give up already?”

“I’m not a coward,” she coughed, “I’m a hero.”

“Don’t look much like one to me,” he sighed. His nails grew as he dropped her back down to her knees. Strong gusts of wind hit her as his wings sped up, lifting him off of the ground and hovering over her. His body morphed as his hands and feet, the shoes ripping apart, became talons, and feathers grew sparingly out of his skin. He lowered himself as his talons hooked onto Lisa’s shirt. She watched the ground spin for a moment before it was rushing under her.

She was thrown into a brick wall and Sparrow III was flying her way once again as she stumbled to get up.

Despite the wind, she held her hands out as all the dust formed together, slowly creating a blanket to hide under. It gave her more time to think of a way to defeat him. She didn’t even feel the blood running down the side of her face or the burning scratches as she ran through the dust. Pulling up more and more around her was she made her way towards the woods, but with one good blow from his wings, her cover was gone.

Lisa was quick as she ran for the brick wall instead, climbing her way to the top as Sparrow III flapped his wings quickly to stop her. Even with the wind though, she was able to make her way to the top and pushed herself off of it, catching him off guard as her hands gripped onto his shoulders.

“Who looks like a hero now,” she gasped before she let dust fly off her hand and surround his face. He started to fall and as the two of them rushed to the ground, Lisa threw herself off of him and rolled away, causing some of her scratches to bleed as she pushed herself up. Her opponent had it worse as he coughed and spat while clawing at his eyes. Lisa made her way over to him and pushed the dust away from his face as she bent over him, “next time, you should really think about who you are fighting.”

As she heard the commotion of the police rush towards them, she made her way past them, not looking back to watch the villain get arrested.

Coming home to you-

She just walked right into the house, smiling and waving at you as if she wasn’t a horrific sight. You almost screamed as you hopped off of the couch and made your way towards her, “Lisa, what the fuck,” you exclaim as you examine her head.

She instead pushed your hand down and away, pulling you into a tight hug, “I’m fine baby. You know what I do already, this is nothing.”

“Nothing! Your forehead is bleeding, you better sit down right now and let me take care of it.”

Instead of protesting, Lisa listened to you and walked over to the dining table. You were shocked for a moment as you usually have to fight her to let you take care of her, but she was being compliant for once. You were quick to wet a rag with cold water before making your way back to clean up and press the rag on the wound. Lisa flinched, but tried her best to pretend she didn’t. You took her hand and rested it against the rag as you went to get the first aid kit, picking out the gauze and bandages, along with hydrogen peroxide.

She watched you intensely as you cleaned up her wounds and bandaged her up, “thank you for taking care of me.”

A blush crept up your neck as you focused more on the scratches covering her arm, “it’s nothing.”

Lisa stopped you as she lightly gripped your hand, pulling it up to her lips, “it’s not nothing. You are everything to me,” her breath was warm against your hand.

At a loss for words, you just nodded before finishing up the last bit of bandaging. Happy with your work, you took a step back to double check everything, but Lisa pulled you back in. Standing you between her legs, Lisa leaned into you, her lips inches away from yours before you pushed her away.

She pouted.

“You are extremely dirty. I am not kissing you until you take a shower,” you crossed your arms.

“Take one with me,” she giggled as if she hadn’t been bleeding a few moments before.

“Maybe, now hurry,” you shooed her towards the bathroom as you began to clean up everything, but she was quick to give you a peck on the cheek before making her way towards the bathroom.

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The Tree and The Cat (Gon x Killua)

The rain had stopped the next morning, but the little feline did not notice it until a drop of water, which had slipped from one of Gon’s leaves, fell on his nose and woke him up. The face of the animal form of killua lit up and left the position where he had slept to stretch, leaning on his front legs and let out a long yawn.

Killua looked up and found the tree standing proudly on that beautiful morning, Lucia more beautiful and helpless than before, since the rainwater had nourished him. Killua was very grateful for the kindness I gave him last night, so the best way he found to show his gratitude was rubbing lovingly in the trunk of Gon but his nerves and his shame prevented him, he stayed a moment watching him for then arm yourself with courage.

Once upon a time there was a tree by the road: tall, erect and strong. He was far from everyone, without any company. I did not do good or hurt anyone, I had not given a flower and I never expect anything from someone. The tree knew how to live alone and kept everyone away… Although it had never been this way.

A long time ago that tree was a humble boy, he used to be a dark and happy young man… One day in the morning he decided to visit his aunt, while he was heading to a certain place he found a lady in trouble, as a gentleman decided to help him, the lady gladly accepted the help, when finally he got up from the ground he bowed and thanked him and then said…

“As a token of my gratitude I will give you an enchantment” he took out his wand and shook it saying words he did not know

When he finished saying his enchantment he lost his human form to become a plant, a beautiful and leafy tree.

The young man with dark skin and jet-black hair could not accept a sentence of that magnitude, there was no way he could learn to live without the ability to speak or be heard… With the passage of time, Gon understood that there was no way out… The sorceress had said it clearly.

"When you feel true love you can recover your human form …“

Gon knew that this "antidote” to his shame was nothing more than a humiliation, since there was no way someone could fall in love with him in that state, so with the steps of the year he gave up living like a tree for the rest of his life…

Life in the countryside was calm, the wind blew, the landscape and the travelers were the most common. One day the tranquility of the environment was eliminated by a carriage that moved at a great speed. Gon watched everything from his impenetrable place.

Inside the carriage Killua went who felt desperation because he knew what would happen, a few months ago he had gone to the forest to play but he found a sorcerer and when he did not obey he turned him into a cat, he tried to make his family realize that It was the but it did not get result. Now he was in this predicament they had moved far away from home with the sole purpose of abandoning him there.

Killua looked at Alluka with pleading eyes, but his mother looked at him with disgust without knowing it was really his son, his father took him by the skin with his hand and threw him out of the carriage, to then make the horse run more fast and away from him.

Killua rolled across the sore ground coughing in the middle of the cloud of dust, all in front of the presence of that majestic tree, sobbing with intensity while licking the scratches that had been on his skin and white fur. He cried bitterly as he walked through that field with his head bowed, until he laid his eyes on the leafy tree.

“Ahh … tree? Are you alone?" asked the cat curiously in his little feline eyes as he walked

"completely alone" replied the tree with indifference. Over the years Gon discovered that it could be understood, the sound that caused his foliage to have contact with the wind could be extended by the animals of the forest and other plants although Gon did not like to talk for a long time.

Killua nodded and filled one of his little legs with saliva and then ran it through his ears "and you do not feel alone?”

“Not at all,” said indifferent Gon

“And you never feel sadness, fear or loneliness?” I ask Killua again, remembering that he was probably the most fearful feline in the world

“Never … I do not wait for anyone, I do not need anyone”

Killua let out a long sigh while posing that pair of pretty eyes on Gon “As I would like to be independent and be able to live alone, and not feel sad for anyone” even though Killua’s parents had abandoned him, before all of that I will pass it treated very well.

The wind blew once more, making the green foliage of Gon wave from one side to the other calmly. Gon replied with dignity: “Well, that’s not hard to learn … Live with me, watch and when you wear clothes you will live alone”

“Thank you” said killua staying there. The pussycat’s expressions softened as he huddled under the tree. Maybe he would tell her his true story later.

With the passing of days the little cat got used to the countryside environment; everything was very serene and calm, even around that vivid tree. The birds flew calmly towards the green foliage of the highest but they moved away immediately, Killua did not understand why

The fact that Gon was so alone was because he was in charge of driving the others away; each time a bird approached to salute or to perch on its leaves, Gon moved from one side to the other, making this task impossible for the winged animals. Each time an animal looked for shade in its branches, the tree hugged itself, causing its limbs to no longer be optimal shelters for the rest of living beings.

The tree was ignorant of the fact that Killua was otherwise observant and he soon realized the way in which he separated the others. The cat was upset, why would that huge tree do something like that? Killua could not imagine himself doing that, he loved to talk and play especially with his sister. In one way or another, the cat was afraid that the tree would do the same thing at some point, and that’s why it retained a certain distance.

One night it began to rain reluctantly. A storm accompanied by strong winds and a cold breeze whipped the tranquility of the countryside. Like any feline, the rain terrified Killua, but in particular he was frightened by the rumblings caused by the storm and the shadows that played a hard time on his imagination. Killua squeezed her eyes tightly and curled up on the floor, begging internally for the rain to stop. Suddenly it was swept by the wind until it hit the strong trunk of Gon.

He was about to walk away so as not to disturb his partner, but a branch on his head, protecting the rain, prevented him. Gon did not understand very well why. But something in that little kitten woke up in him, the instinct of protection along with a very confused feeling. The tree felt the need to protect the cat.

Gon squeezed his branches to create a roof that protected Killua from the rain all night.

Killua walked among the branches and rubbed his head against Gon as his blood rose to his head creating small tears in his eyes of shame, but implying that it was a gesture of gratitude.

Again, Gon could not describe what he felt when he perceived the soft fur of the animal on the hard layer of his trunk, he thought that if he had been in his human form he would surely have smiled. Gon did not realize that the sensitive leaves of his foliage rejoiced at the contact offered by the opposite.

The rest of that day and the following days were summarized to that. Killua occasionally leaned on his back in one of the branches of the tree and played with the leaves that hung over him.Gon responded by moving his branches right over his nose, causing a tingling that disturbed the little cat, or there were moments when Killua meowed Gon to get his attention and caress his head and back with his branches, purring Killua.

There were other days in which Killua fell asleep under the tree and the sun fell on him without realizing it, Gon moved one of its branches to protect him, in few situations he caressed Killua without realizing it. And every day Killua would sit on his favorite branch to watch the sunset.

At the beginning of winter, Gon began to lose its leaves one by one, the leaves that had now turned orange fell on the ground and on the hairy ears of Killua. On one of the nights when the freezing breeze whipped through the surroundings, it began to snow.

Snowflakes slowly descended on the branches of the tree and the little cat making its fur whiter. Killua hugged himself in an attempt to protect himself from the cold and not feel so afraid, he was so terrified he felt it would be his last night and he thought that at any moment he would confess his feelings to Gon but he would not … He did not want it to be run, much less with that climate.

Killua did not notice the moment when he started crying, until one of the branches of the tree touched him on the cheek, causing him to open his feline eyes. The branches of Gon moved from side to side with urgency causing the snow to fall to the ground. The cat was confused he did not know what Gon wanted to tell him.

It had broken Gon’s heart to see the baby cry and he knew that only one thing could be done if he wanted to take care of it. The tree began to tremble violently before the curious look of the kitten, its trunk tensed and it hurt everything, but he knew that his suffering would be worth it to be able to protect the animal that so much … That he loved so much, that in just a couple of days before he realized the treasure he had, promising himself to confess at the end of winter.

The cat’s eyes widened in surprise when he saw that a hole had emerged from the trunk of the tree like the ones he had seen in other trees before and were used by owls or squirrels as a home.

Killua, still a little surprised, entered the dark cavity that the tree had built for himself. Inside the Killua tree he watched the snow fall to a deep sleep.

The days passed, Gon and Killua talked more having fun without giving importance to the strong cold, Killua missed Alluka every day he wondered how was he? .. But on the other hand the feelings towards Gon grew more and more remembering, what the sorcerer had said.

The winter ended and the spring was not long in coming, the next morning the snow fell from the branches of Gon, giving way to buttons of pink flowers. The tree did not know how to feel before having given flowers, that was something that had never happened and because that meant that all the insects and different birds wanted to get close to it; but for some strange reason, having flowers among its branches, excited him. He imagined how much Killua would like, especially since it would be the perfect time to declare his feelings.

Gon could not wait for his friend to wake up, so I look with the help of his branches inside him to pick him up. To his surprise, the little cat was no longer there.

In the distance, Gon spotted a naked boy with white hair moving slowly away.

“Who you are?” I ask Gon

The beautiful young man faced the tree with a broken smile.

“It’s me, the cat that had lived with you all this time or at least in my true form … I was haunted this is my human form, My name is Killua”

Something inside Gon turned to see him naked and his face with such human features, but keeping that pair of sapphire eyes that had … hypnotized? The tree began to tremble with haste.

With a thud and a strange mist until leaving a young man with dark skin and jet-black hair collapsed on the bare ground and with a look of fear.

"When you feel true love you can recover your human form …“

"What’s going on?” asked Killua

“My name is Gon, I was bewitched … What are you doing?” the brunette whispered, remembering that the opposite had been moving away

“I … I’m leaving … I’ll go look for my family … My sister … Goodbye” Killua answered, about to cry while walking again

“No … Do not leave, you’ve taught me a lot, stay,” although Gon felt it and knew that the reason he had recovered his human form could not be said in words … He was in love

Killua stopped, the tears came without her permission, her chest hurt … How could she leave the person she loved?…

“If you want to recover your human form, find true love, but you will have to reject it”

Killua smiled at Gon for the last time with his tears and left.

Gon stood up and breathed hard as his eyes filled with tears

“Wait” he extended his hand towards him but as he took the first step his foot sank into the ground, struggling hard without much success

“Do not leave me! Do not walk away!” He shouted louder with his agitated breathing, Killua did not turn around, his tears did not stop, on the contrary, he cried more and more, but he did not stop. Gon took the second step sinking in the same way while his cry became stronger

“Killuaa !! … I love you!” Gon shouted at full lung spilling his tears, taking root again

“When you feel true love you can recover your human form, but, you will not be completely human again until the love you feel is returned”

While Killua continued to go away crying, Gon slowly returned to be a tree, falling its flowers, its branches…

Note:

This Story was inspired from a story; one that I read when I was little. Of course I changed to thin, hahaha I did not want to be hated when I’m just starting.

Unfortunately I do not remember the name of the story … but I remember the story very well.

The story I read when I was little ends, when the cat dies …

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