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uchihashisuii · 4 years ago

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tumblr is tryna suppress the vik truth 😔 so sending in two here we go again:

scenario where johnny is alive and in a body at the end but i think v and johnny would become... maybe not inseparable, but theyd stay extremely close. i mean they literally know each other like the backs of their hands, so theyd hang out all the time, and both show up somewhere when you only invited the one. theyre family now, and its staying that way and sometimes theyd go to talk to the other before realizing oh yeah, they were trying to talk in their head again, they dont need to do that anymore. or theyd have mostly non verbal convos where they gesture and only half start a couple sentences while the other finishes them off because they know how they other thinks, and everyone around them is like ??? could ya speak up so the rest of us can follow please. and v and johnny will hang at the clinic bc v wants to hang, and vik gets to meet the bastard that almost killed her for the first time. and hed be gruff and cold and distant (and a little pissed) because yeah johnny didnt mean to but it still happened, she was still hurt and a mess for so long, and she had so much shit to deal with. he doesn't act outright hostile or anything because he saved her too in a fucked up way, and he'll be thankful to the bastard for the rest of his life for that, even if he never admits it.but hes also veeery jealous and trying not to show it. he doesnt mean to, but theyve got this bond no one else has now, and these same quirks and jokes and johnny understands her better than literally anyone ever, how could he not be jealous of that? hes got something vik wants, and hes upset for even thinking like this i mean hes too old to feel posessive of someone he has no right to. and he recognizes this, recognizes that johnnys not going away anytime soon. hes here for good and will be here as long as v's around, theyre a weird package deal right now, but he cant stay mad for long and needs to get over being jealous because he sees why theyre both friends now despite everything. like yeah hes a prick but his hearts in the right place, and he can be funny and charming and makes v laugh, and he sees the similarities in them. the smoking, the gun tricks, the jokes and the passionate rambling, they laugh the same or give the same grin. hes not as awful as hes made out to be, because he can see where v and him started merging and its maybe not a bad thing that v changed him, he can see it from the start of their first interaction. he shouldnt be jealous of the fucked up situation they both never asked for.

(cut for length ♥)

“ - anyway all of this to say that vik would absolutely try to keep johnny at arms length if they ever met, but would very quickly grow to like him because he sees so much v in him, and he cant not like anything thats a part of v (though he can live without them hamming up their silent convos, thank you) and johnny would absolutely pick up on the jealousy thing and think it kind of funny, and rib on vik when v leaves for a minute, or tease v when they leave because viks got it bad. and once all of thats been dealt with i think vik and johnny would have this fun dynamic of like, just shitting on each other and poking fun in a light hearted way. as if like, johnnys her brother and hes just tryna hold up his own with her family. and they wont talk about it but theyd recognize they have their own places in v's heart and theyd both do anything for her and thats okay, they have different roles to fill. i just think vik and johnnys dynamic would be so neat, johnny having essentially known everything about him and all v's feelings toward him, while vik just knows him as a terrorist, and the guy that was killing someone soso important to him. johnny would make fun of vik being an old timer, and vik would dunk back that not only is johnny older than him but he could absolutely demolish him with one hand tied behind his back. but yeah, lot of good potential there. i love the idea vik being jealous of johnny and feeling like an ass for even thinking like that. johnny going 'haha simp' but then also being like 'v, i unfortunately care for you so im gonna tell you right now no one in this city is worthy of you but the doc is the only one that comes close. i swear to god make a move on him before he turns green, i cant stand seeing him pine after you. fuck him and then never speak to me about it, i dont wanna know or see anything. luv u prick' and not to say that johnny would ever replace jackie bc he couldnt, and theyre not looking for a replacement. but their dynamic would echo the one v and vik had with jackie with the jokes and teasing. and vik would see the old v, the one from before the heist come back a little with how she bounces off everyone and keeps the convo going. shed light up again in a way she hadnt in what feels like a long time. and johnny wouldnt like, become bffs with vik or anything but he wouldnt treat friendships the way he did back in 2020, so he would really try with his friendship with vik when he needs to, if only for the sake of v. because everything and everyone important to her is important to him now too, and hes gonna take this second (third?) chance seriously because hes different now, and with everything vs done for him its worth doing. (apologies for the length again 🙏)”

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once again i find myself with not a goddamn thing to say you put into exact words EXACTLY the things i feel about this im

im obsessed with the image of johnny and vik ripping each other to pieces (jokingly) and v being in the middle of it like “why do two people i love gotta b like this to each other” and johnny being the one to try nd get them together oh my GOD johnny loving v with his whole heart and wanting nothing but the best and for them to be happy im

#i love your messages sm keep em coming #viktor vector #viktor vektor #victor vektor #victor vector #rippermerc #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk 2077

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bookandcranny · 4 years ago

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Stone Heart Gambit

Part 1 - Chapter 5

It starts with clothes. Wearing rags might have worked for Adami when he was made of stone, but not so much now that he’s walking around. Finding something that would fit his broad, inhuman frame was a challenge, but eventually Soso pins down an online seller who stocks a full range of extra-large sizes and provides fast delivery. Adamantius had looked so confused at the offering, and it occurred to Soso suddenly that he probably wasn’t someone who was used to getting gifts. Thus, since then she’d begun bringing new things with her every visit, to get him accustomed.

It’s little things. Today Nessa, awake and active before nightfall for the first time that Soso has ever seen, indulgently leads her through a beginner’s lesson in baking. It had seemed like a good practical gift, since Surehouser only cooked when he fancied the diversion. There was always plenty of food in his home, but only when he bothered to remember that there should be. Something to do with the passively magical nature of the place, he said, though as always the simple answer was wrapped in a layer of riddles and vaguery.

The result is a batch of cookies so hard and dry that one bite has Nessa diving for the milk. Still, she thinks, not terrible for her first try, and Adami will probably be happy with literally anything she brings him.

The outside of the library is looking well restored from Halloween’s havoc, with the exception of the conspicuously missing statue, although the interior is more chaotic than ever before. After a brief investigation, the events of that night have been officially written off as a large-scale prank. It eases Soso’s nerves a little, knowing that she isn’t about to be interrogated at any given moment, but doesn’t solve the main problem. No amount of new clothes or socialization is going to make Adami able to walk the streets freely looking like he does, and harboring him at the library will only work for so long. Not long at all, if he can’t learn to play nice with his host. The fact that they haven’t been caught yet feels like a miracle.

“Nothing so dramatic,” Surehouser says. “Humans are remarkably good at looking the other way when the truth is inconvenient to them. The unseen bleeds into your world more than you realize. This spot, Ensfield- although it didn’t have a name much less a town at the time- rests on what’s essentially a faultline of wild magic, magic that’s not attached to or being used by anyone. It’s a powerful point of contact between the two worlds. One of a handful scattered all over the globe.”

He had explained some of it to her, though of course not as much as she’d like. You could only keep the human world so distant from its shadow without having some bleed-through. Underhill and Overhill were in many ways mirror images of another, hanging in a precarious balance. In order to keep that balance in check, there were a lot of rules about the way faefolk were to conduct themselves while in Overhill, and breaking them could be met with consequences ranging from a slap on the wrist to being banished from Underhill altogether. The general consensus, it seemed, was that the human’s domain was a fun place to visit but not one anyone wished to stay in.

Soso, who has no basis for comparison, wonders if she should be offended.

“So, out of curiosity,” she says. “Just how much trouble would you be in if your bosses found out about big boy over here?”

He snorts. She likes the man but he has the uncanny ability to make her feel like an idiot whenever she opens her mouth about anything fae-wise. “You assume you’d be exempt.”

“Wouldn’t I?” Uncertainty creeps into her tone. “I mean, this is sort of my turf. Because human?”

“It does muddy things,” he admits. “I can’t say I know what they’d do.”

“Give me a best and worst case scenario.”

“Best case, I lose my position and standing and become the laughing stock of my court for failing a task that was essentially ‘make sure this rock doesn’t move’. Worst case, the library gets a few new lawn ornaments.”

She grimaces. Yeah, that’s pretty bad.

Adamantius comes in from the other room and makes a face that she recognizes as his version of a smile. The mouthful of teeth and tusks don’t lend themselves well to the expression, but the nuances between happy monster and angry monster and bored monster are ones she’s coming to appreciate.

“Lady Willoughby, I was not aware it was you. I’ve been instructed to stay hidden at the sound of the door,” he says. “Then I remembered that I’m not bound to the commands of faeries.”

Surehouser rolls his eyes theatrically and takes a bite of a proffered cookie, wincing at the crunch. “Have some, abomination. Your jaws are probably much more suited.”

Soso’s face heats. They aren’t that bad, are they? Adamantius takes two before she can stop him, rumbling with contentment as he chews, and she wonders if it’s for her sake. He can be remarkably astute when he wants to be.

“You could maybe be a teensy bit more careful about being spotted.” She gestures around her. The quirky but overall neat hideaway in the woods Soso knew has been growing more disorganized by the day. Apparently Adami has been trying to catch up his limited knowledge of modern-day Overhill by tearing through the library’s main collection. She can surmise by the look of the place that his attention span is even more erratic than her own. She can nearly pinpoint the exact moment Surehouser must have given up. “Like, just in case anybody else ever stops by.”

“Let them come. I don’t fear any man.”

“Well, I personally fear lots of men.”

Adami clenches one oversized fist. “I would not let them harm you.”

And that instant leap to violence in my defense is a big part of why. Soso’s trying to think of a gentle way to explain this, when there’s the sound of knock on the door. Surehouser leaps up and ushers him out of the room, much to his annoyance, just as the door cracks open.

“Oh hey, I wasn’t sure you guys were open,” says the visitor. It’s a man, still young but old enough that, upon sighting Soso, his face slips into that condescending smile that every man over twenty-five seems to default to around her. Her height and the softness of her features often paints her as younger than she is. She’ll be getting carded for another ten years at least.

“Yep, the librarian’s just, uh, taking a break.”

“I see. And you’re…?”

“Ah, Soso. I’m… an intern?” She resists the urge to slap herself and appends, “I’m new, sorry.”

She’s relieved that the visitor doesn’t call her bluff. She can feign confidence with the best of them but it doesn’t help matters that this guy is uncannily good looking. He’s dressed like he’s just come from an office job, the crisp white sleeves of his button=up rolled to the elbows and his sandy brown hair ruffled in a way that seems somehow calculated and effortless all at once.

“Nice to meet you, miss intern,” he grins. “Can you help me out with something? See, I’m a reporter doing a story on an incident that was reported in the area a few nights ago. You know what I’m talking about?”

Soso stiffens. “Oh yeah, those crazy kids and their pranks. I hate to ruin your scoop but there really isn’t anything to tell about it.”

The man stalks towards her, his smile never wavering. “Really? Because what I heard was that the culprit still hasn’t been caught.” He gives her a casual once-over. “Culprit, or culprits.”

The insinuation irks her. “What makes you think you’re going to find anything about it here?”

He shrugs. “Sources tell me this library is a common target for ‘pranks’ like these. Maybe you saw something?”

“We were closed that night,” she bites out. Something about this reporter’s cocky attitude sets her on edge.

“Maybe I should talk to your boss. He lives out of this same building, right? Anthony Surehouser?”

Her frown deepens. A lucky guess? An attempt to bluff his way in? That itself seems odd though. Who puts this much effort into sleuthing out a story about a supposed prank on a night notorious for stupid pranks? Something isn’t adding up.

“What did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t, but neither did you.”

“I told you, my name is Soso.”

That actually throws him for a second. “Oh that’s your name. I thought you just had a stutter. My fault.” He puts out his hand. “Jamison D’Leon. Sorry, as a kid my grandma always told me never to give my name to someone who wouldn’t give me theirs first.”

“It’s okay. It’s an unusual name, I know.”

“I’d say unique.” He has the audacity to wink at her as she shakes his hand.

“Mr D’Leon-“

“Call me Jamie, please. I’m not ready to be a Mr D’Leon just yet.”

This guy is too much. “Okay, Jamie, I can tell my boss you came by, but like I said neither of us saw anything, so unless you’re looking for a book or directions to the highway, I can’t help you.”

For the first time, Jamie’s grin falters. “You are a tough one.” He takes a phone out of his pocket and selects the first contact on the list. “Bancroft, my darling, are you still sure this is the place?” A beat. “In that case, I’m gonna need some backup. Mhm, mhm.”

He ends the call and reclines into a lazy lean against the circulation desk. Feeling at a loss, Soso is contemplating calling for some backup of her own when the doors open again. This time the newcomer is a serious looking woman with long dark hair, dark skin, and a dark suit to match.

“Excuse me, who are you?”

The woman adjusts her glasses. She’s looking around at the room, hardly taking notice of Soso, like she’s just a part of the scenery and an uninteresting one at that.

“Agent Dana Bancroft,” she answers.

“Agent?”

“What’s the verdict?” asks Jamie.

“No doubt, this is the place.” She looks at Soso as if her presence has only just registered. “Oh, you need to leave.”

“What are you talking about?”

“This building is a powderkeg of ma-“

Jamie clears his throat loudly. Soso narrows her eyes. She thinks of what Surehouser had said, about faefolk walking unnoticed among common men. These two don’t look like magical creatures in disguise, but then, neither had he. That’s the point.

There must be some sort of tell, she thinks, otherwise how would those in the know recognize one another? She feigns obedience under their intimidating stares and moves to gather her things. She might not know just who or what these two are, but she can still recognize bad news when she sees it.

Rifling through her bag for a way out of this, her hands find her camera. She still carries it around with her as a habit even though she hasn’t used it much lately. Surehouser is averse to having his picture taken, and she finds herself too unsure to ask Adami even if he would most likely agree. That line of thought causes her to consider, would a glamour- the illusory magic the fae use to disguise themselves among humans- show up on camera?

“Hey ‘agents’, say cheese.”

No sooner has the shutter clicked than something like a purple bolt of lightning shoots it from her hands. When she scrambles to pick it back up, the smoldering plastic sparks and she yelps in pain and shock.

“Bancroft, was that necessary?”

“She knows,” the agent says with cool certainty. Her hands are sparkling with that same iridescent energy.

At this point several things happen at once. Bancroft raises her hands, gathering more power to her. Jamie is saying something to her, trying to talk her down or maybe just throwing around ideas about where to hide the body- Soso can’t focus on that either way because she hears heavy footfalls swiftly approaching and seconds later Adamantius bursts into the room, nearly upending several shelves and roaring like a zoo lion past feeding time. He picks up the agent closest to him, Jamie, and tosses him. His partner whirls towards him and sends a blast of that built up energy directly into his chest. The area glows for a moment like iron in a forge, and then fades, the raging man unaffected.

Surehouser comes in hot on his heels, red in the face. She imagines it was a struggle for him to keep him subdued for as long as he had. The woman readies another attack, shaken but not stalled, and Adamantius seizes and encircles her hands with his own, bearing down like he intends to tear them off before giving her the chance.

“Wait!” Soso yells, but he’s too far gone now. He doesn’t seem to even hear her.

The woman cries out in pain and Soso, panicked, lobs a cookie at his head. It crumbles on impact, but it at least gets his attention. While she has an opening, she rushes him head-first. He doesn’t so much as budge as she rails into him with the full force of her weight. He shoves the agent away just long enough to keep her from braining herself, for all the good it does. She swears she can feel her brain bouncing around the inside of her skull.

“Tha’s enough,” she slurs, shaking her head clear.

“I heard you scream,” Adami protests, eyes wide.

She holds up her hands. The one that touched the camera is burned slightly, the skin at the base of fingers turned paler than that surrounding it, but it’s nothing severe. He must come to the same conclusion, although he still doesn’t look happy about it.

“I’m fine,” she insists. “Things got a little crazy there, but we’re gonna sit down and talk it out like adults.”

“No more talking!” he roars. “All you ever want to do is talk! Why will you not allow me to defend you!”

Agent Bancroft, holding herself up by means of shaking legs and sheer will, opens her suit jacket to reveal an ornate patch stitched into the lining. At a glance it looks like a family crest, split into quarters with each section containing a discreet, delicately embroidered symbol.

“Oh fuck,” sighs Mr Surehouser, so abruptly that Soso almost laughs. “It’s the goddamn feds.”

“Federation of Magical Affairs,” she corrects in between labored breaths. “May I sit down?”

He pulls out a chair. Several rows down, the other agent picks himself up off the floor and limps over.

“Knew I shouldn’t’ve left my sword in the car,” he grumbles.

“Lady Willoughby,” Adami is all but pleading with her now. “Please let me remove the intruders. They are a threat to your safety.”

“Oh we’re a threat!” Jamie scoffs. “You-! You are getting such a citation, mister.”

“I think I’ll be fine,” says Soso.

“Can we agree on a temporary truce?” Bancroft asks. “I think there’s been some confusion. Jamison and I are agents of the FMA assigned to investigate reports of an incident that signaled a potential rogue element. You,” She looks to the librarian. “You’re the watcher assigned to this area, going by the name Anthony Surehouser? We’ve been trying to contact you. You’re running late on your annual report.”

He looks caught. “The date must’ve gotten away from me.”

Jamie says, “We were told to look for a lone building past the woods with a big gargoyle out front. Well we found the building, and now I guess we’ve found the gargoyle too.” He glares at Adamantius, cradling his injured arm. “What is this? Some kind of botched animation spell?”

He growls warningly.

“Adami,” Soso says, trying for a calming tone but landing somewhere closer to tired. “Will you get me some ice for my hand? And for our, er, guest’s arm?”

“Leave you alone with them? The woman reeks of magic.”

Said woman is looking more intrigued by the second. “What did you just call it?” she asks Soso.

A protective impulse flares in her chest despite it all. “His name is Adamantius.”

“The son of man,” she finishes, her eyes alight with wonder. “A feat of magic and science combined, leagues beyond anything created before or since. I thought he was a myth.”

A tense quiet falls over the room.

“For pity’s sake,” Surehouser pipes up at last. “I’ll get the ice.”

An involuntary hiss escapes her as Soso nurses her burnt hand.

“I could heal that for you,” offers Bancroft. She’s currently checking her partner’s arm for breaks, a soft light emanating from her fingertips, smoothing out the lines of tension on his brow by degrees.

Soso would like to accept, but Adami looks like he’s about a wayward glance away from snapping again and she’d rather not push her luck. His eyes are locked on the sorceress’ hands, even as the violet glow dims to nothing.

“Is it always so… sparkly?” Soso asks, and immediately feels foolish for it.

Either she doesn’t mind the question or she is very good at faking it. “Not always. Spellcasting doesn’t necessarily need a visual aspect, but healing isn’t my foremost specialty so it’s good to be able to see what I’m doing. Wouldn’t want to accidentally fuse any joints together.”

“Again,” Jamie mutters.

“Hush.”

When they aren’t being all secretive and posturing, or throwing balls of lightning around, these so-called agents aren’t bad company, Soso thinks. Though she would wager she’s alone in that sentiment. Adami is still... Adami, and Surehouser seems to be waiting for the other shoe to drop and someone to announce that he’s headed straight for fae jail, if there is such a thing.

The Federation of Magical Affairs, she learns, is an organization whose purpose is keeping the balance between the two worlds. Underhill has its own governing bodies, its countries and courts and what seems to be an awful lot of political drama, but compared to most human government structures their control over the citizens is fairly lax, which means that those who live on the Overhill side of things, human and otherwise, often have to pick up the slack to make sure the majority of humans don’t find out about the faefolk and wind up setting off another war.

It’s the TMA that conducts the regular check-ins with Surehouser to make sure that the contents of the library-beneath-the-library remain preserved and undisturbed, as they have been for the past several centuries. When word came in that there had been a disturbance in the area, possibly of an inhuman nature, Agents D’Leon and Bancroft were sent to investigate.

“The best in the business!” Jamie boasts. He cuts himself off with a whine as his partner pokes his still tender arm.

“I believe we rank seventy-sixth on the leaderboard right now, actually.”

“That’s not so bad,” says Soso. She figures with a job as important sounding as theirs, there must be hundreds, maybe even thousands of agents.

“Out of ninety-nine.”

Or not. “I feel like I should be offended that some mysterious magical agency thought our town was under attack and only sent out a C-rank team to handle it.”

She shrugs. “It was an isolated incident, no real casualties, plenty of signs pointing to a possible hoax. We’ve investigated a lot of hoaxes recently.”

“But it only takes one real one flying under the radar for this whole thing to fall apart,” argues Jamie. “Isn’t it worth following a few false leads if just once we manage to stop something big?”

Dana levels Soso a conspiratorial look. “Jamison fancies himself a knight in shining armor. In reality, the job’s mostly de-escalating minor incidents and filing a whole lot of paperwork. It’s nothing fancy, but there aren’t many good job opportunities for mages these days so…”

“Well it sounds exciting to me,” Soso says, and means it. She can’t imagine getting so used to a job involving real magic and monsters and mystery that it would become mundane. If only this sort of career track had been offered to her in high school. How does a person even get into this business, she wonders.

There’s a none-too-subtle exasperated sound to her right and she’s brought back to the situation at hand.

“Is there any chance this could be written up as one of those false alarms?”

The agents look at one another. Jamie barks a laugh.

“We can’t just not report something like this. We’d lose our jobs, or worse. Plus, a mythical monster warrior living on the outskirts of a human town does seem like kind of a safety concern.”

“You should be very concerned about your safety shortly,” threatens Adamantius.

Surehouser glances worriedly between them. “Isn’t there any way we could keep this under wraps a bit longer? I’m not ready to return home as a disgrace.” Soso clears her throat. He sighs. “And, while I had my doubts, I must admit the beast has been fairly well-behaved since he was released. Technically speaking, no real harm has been done, and he’s served a long enough sentence. In the days of old it’s said the warrior Adamantius served humanity, now it seems he’s chosen a new master, and one less given to warlike tendencies. That can only be an improvement.”

“I don’t want to be Adami’s master,” Soso argues. “He isn’t my servant or my soldier, he’s- he’s my friend. And I think after a thousand years the least he deserves is a chance.”

She looks up at him, and he at her. There’s a look on his face Soso has yet to identify, but behind all the hardness and fire in his eyes, she sees the face of a good man, a man who is more than the monstrosity assigned to him.

“That’s sweet,” says Jamie. “But I don’t know how well the power of friendship defense is going to hold up before the federation. And I gotta say, after being thrown into a wall, my vote is not with you.”

“He was trying to defend me,” Soso insists. “After you guys blasted my camera to bits.”

“Your camera?”

She shrinks back a bit. “I was trying to see if they were, you know, glamoured to look human by using the camera.”

Surehouser claps his hands together. “Soso. That was smart. That might have actually worked.”

“You don’t have to sound so surprised.”

“I’m trying to pay you a compliment.”

“Well, keep trying, I’m sure you’ll get there eventually.” She rubs her thumb over the burnt skin of her hand, no longer hot to the touch but still tender. She doesn’t even want to look at her poor camera.

Bancroft at least has the decency to look guilty about it. “There is a lot of magical energy in this place, a lot of wild magic. It makes me jumpy.”

Surehouser coughs pointedly. There’s a glimmer in his eyes that even Soso doesn’t all the way trust. “Perhaps I can suggest a compromise?”

Adamantius sneers. “Faeries and their gambits.”

“We’re listening,” says Dana.

Under his breath, Jamie adds, “We are?”

“First let me ask you, how soon does the FMA expect you to be back from your present investigation?”

“Investigations can last anywhere from a few days to a few months depending on the nature of the case. As long as we keep HQ updated, we can be here indefinitely.”

His smile broadens. “Then what I propose is this: collect some more data before you make your final decision. If you close the case now, what do you have? You have a legendary war criminal, a potentially dangerous creature of humanity’s own creation holed up in an unaware human town. That doesn’t sound so good. Doesn’t reflect well on me, on you, on the entire federation. Going back with this story would mean telling the FMA to its face that you’ve all failed your core mission statement.

“They can throw our dear Adamantius in some jail somewhere, call it a day, but when this story gets out, no amount of damage control, no amount of PR is going to cover up the fact that they let this happen, and didn’t so much as send out a response team for days. Anything could have happened in that time! And when they finally do file the paperwork and get a team out here, who arrives? Two agents ranked a hair’s width from the bottom of the barrel. No offense.”

“Harsh, but accurate,” she allows.

“It’s not a good look, I think we can all agree,” he continues. “But if you were to stay, gather more intel, and say, came to the conclusion that a human and a faerie had successfully reformed the biggest bad in Underhill history, why that would be a tremendous success! Proof of the balance- the peace- that the FMA has been working towards since its conception. Don’t you think you owe it to the federation, to yourselves, to give this grand experiment more time. If he fails to live up to expectations, well, at least you tried. And you still get to be the heroes who brought in Adamantius the unbreakable. It’s a wager you can’t lose.”

Unless we’re wrong, Soso adds internally, hoping her worries don’t show. Unless Adami really is violence and rage all the way down. She shakes herself. No, it helps nothing thinking like that.

The agents step away to confer amongst themselves, while Surehouser dabs away a drop of sweat with the cuff of his shirtsleeve. Adamantius is as stoic as Soso’s seen him since he was a statue. On impulse, she reaches out and touches his arm in a way she hopes comes off as reassuring. She’s never been the best at this sort of thing, and she can only guess at what’s going through his mind right now, but she wants him to know he’s not alone.

At length, the pair return to the group to give their verdict.

“We will take you up on your offer,” says Jamie, holding himself so rigid you’d think he was pleading guilty to murder. She almost prefers him smirking and swaggering. “Agent Bancroft and I will stay and survey you until we feel we’ve collected enough information.”

Relief washes over her. It’s not a solution, but it’s the next best thing: time. Still, something nags at her. “You mean you’ll be surveying Adami, right?”

“We’ll be watching all of you,” Bancroft corrects. “As far as we’re concerned, you are all under suspicion for the time being.”

“Suspicion of what?”

“Just under suspicion,” she says. “We’ll be taking notes on everything that goes on here and reporting anything suspect.”

The librarian tenses but keeps his expression carefully neutral. “That’s… fair, I suppose.”

He puts out his hand, and she takes it. A small spark of magic flickers between them upon contact.

“I am bound to my word,” says the sorceress.

“And I mine,” the faerie man replies.

Soso isn’t entirely sure what’s just happened, but the tension in the room is thick as pudding and it’s making her want for an exit.

“Adami,” she says. “Let’s go, uh, over there.”

“Mind if I join?” Jamie chirps gleefully. “Of course you don’t! We’re all going to become real good friends, aren’t we?”

Soso’s stomach drops and Adamantius bites down on a low growl. What have they gotten themselves into?

#original writing #fantasy #writeblr #project: stone heart gambit #apologies for the length #this is the final chapter for part 1! if youve read this far big thanks!

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idontknowwhatimdoing-3-blog · 5 years ago

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Take a Break

On a quite sunny Sunday morning in July, Lena Luthor slowly stirred awake, she shifted to her side hoping, but knowing already that the other half of her bed would be void of her favourite blonde. Her girlfriend, Kara Danvers, had to leave at an absurd hour in the morning to help one of their friends with their farmland. The owner of the land had gotten an arm injury which hindered his movement and productivity and being the friendly and helpful person Kara was she volunteered to help out.

While Lena admired Kara’s tenacity to be helpful, she missed her girlfriend. The weekends were their time were they could ignore work and just spend time with one another. However, for the past month and a half, Kara had left before the sun had even risen and returned well after dark, coming home with just enough energy to shower, eat and crash instantly. As far as Lena was concerned, it had been too long since she and Kara had any time to themselves. The longer she lay in bed the more she hoped that Kara would appear in their bed, which made her want to see her even more.

What if I surprise her with lunch today, Lena thought to herself, and maybe I can steal her away for a bit. It sounded like a good idea considering Kara was always hungry and she probably skipped on a filling breakfast. Lena jumped out of bed and began putting her fun little plan together with lunch and some sweet treats.

Lena climbed into the shower with a head full of ideas, longing, anticipation and extremely dirty thoughts. She took the time to shave and make her body soft and silky smooth. As she soaped her body, she ran her hands over her hardened nipples which sent shocks down to her clit, letting out a soft moan as the touch. By the time she got out of the shower and dried off her pussy was throbbing and wet again.

Going into her closet she, Lena picked a dark green sundress that clung to each of her curves in all the right ways and brought out the green in her eyes. It also happened to be Kara’s favourite dress on her, as it allowed Lena to forgo the need for a bra. Checking herself out in the mirror she saw that the dress complemented both her pale skin and raven hair, while also looking innocent and sexy.

Next, Lena found a basket and a blanket large enough for both of them to sit on while they ate. In the basket she packed chips, iced tea, sandwiches, strawberries and whipped cream. With everything ready she set out to set her plan in motion. She hopped in her car and headed towards the farm.

By the time she got to the field it was almost one in the afternoon. The farm was huge and spammed hundreds of acres of land, she had no idea how to find Kara. Luckily, Kara’s friend James, the owner of the farm, came walking out of the barn house towards her car.

“Hey there, stranger” he called out to her as he walked towards her.

“James, perfect timing. Do you know where I might find my girlfriend?”

“I do. Want me to take you to her?”

“Sure! I’ve brought her a picnic. You don’t mind if I steal her away from her job for a little bit, do you?”

As he got closer, he and eyed her up and down he had a feeling that Lena had more than a picnic planned. Laughing lightly, he replied, “I don’t mind at all she could use a break from riding that tractor all day anyways. Hop in the truck and ill take you to her”

Lena smiled to herself as she climbed into James truck and they rode in friendly silence as they rode to the field Kara was working on. When they got to the field, Kara was driving a tractor across the land, she stopped once she spotted James truck. Lena thanked James, grabbing her basket, got out of the truck and made her way over to where Kara’s tractor was stopped. As Kara got out of the tractor Lena was able to get a view of what Kara was dressed in, a flannel button down shirt with cut off sleeves that showed off her muscular arms and jean shorts that displayed her toned legs.

“Lee, what’re you doing here? Is everything okay?”, Kara asked before she took in the sight of her girlfriend in the dress running over to her with a basket in hand. Kara’s blue eyes darkened a little with eyes full of lust and longing. That look made Lena even more wet.

Lena crashed into Kara without a word and wrapped her arms around Kara’s neck, pulling her down for a deep passionate kiss. Their kiss lasted for several minutes before both had to pull away gasping for air, if Lena was wet before she was soaked now. Satisfied that her girlfriend was suitable speechless, she gave a quick teasing kiss to her under her earlobe, the one spot that always made Kara shudder.

“I thought it’d be nice for us to have lunch together. Your weekends have been so busy that we barely see each other. I wanted to surprise you with a treat and get you off that tractor. James said, you’ve been riding that tractor too long anyways. So, let’s eat baby.”

With that Lena set about spreading the blanket on the ground. While Lena was bent down on her hands and knees, Kara got an amazing view of Lena’s creamy legs that disappeared under a dress that complemented the round shape of her ass. Kara wanted nothing more than to rip off that dress and take Lena right that very moment. She snapped out of her daze when Lena finished setting the blanket down, they spread out their lunch and dug into their sandwiches. Kara immediately went for the strawberries, but Lena smacked her hand away and said they for dessert.

Kara groaned but went back to eating her sandwich and drinking her iced tea. She had to admit, it was a wonderful lunch, what with the sky being a clear blue and her girlfriend beside her, but she was dying to get a taste of those strawberries. Red, ripe and plump, her mouth was watering just at the thought of eating them. Or maybe it was the thought of her beautiful girlfriend laying on the blanket in the middle of an empty field. Her thoughts began to wander as she fantasized about lifting that green dress above Lena’s head and making her cum.

Smirking as she watched Kara get lost in whatever fantasy was playing in her head, Lena seductively motioned for Kara to come rest her head on her lap. Whatever thought was playing in her girlfriend’s minds, Lena had her own plan. As Kara laid down on her lap, Lena picked up a strawberry and slowly licked up and down its bright, sweet flesh. Kara just stared mouth agape as she watched Lena slowly bite into the strawberry and let the sweet juices trickle out of her mouth before she swiped her finger to pick up the drop and slowly inserted her finger into her mouth before leaving with a satisfying pop.

“Want a taste?” Lena asked seductively

Eyes wide, Kara nodded and licked her lips in anticipation. Lena picked up another strawberry and teasingly traced the Kara’s mouth with it. She ran it slowly up and down her top lip and doing the same thing with the bottom lip before allowing Kara to bite into it. Lena repeated the process with several other strawberries before she noticed that Kara’s hand had slipped into her shirt to play with her nipples.

Lena knew that Kara liked it when she gave her orders, “Take off your shirt and lay on your back,” she commanded. Without question Kara did as she was told.

“Now close your eyes. Don’t’ move.” Knowing Kara would listen, she opened the whipped cream and squirted a thin line onto her bare stomach a small gasp escaped Kara’s mouth. Lena loved watching Kara’s skin break out in goosebumps as the cold cream landed on it. Letting it sit for a few seconds, she began licking the cream off Kara’s hard stomach. She passed up and down a few times before using a strawberry to wipe the remaining cream up and then placed it between Kara’s lips, allowing her to taste the sweet fruit.

“How did that taste, baby,” she purred into Kara’s ear.

“Soso good, Lena. Can I have some more?”

“Of course, but now I want you to watch me.”

Kara opened her eyes and met Lena’s eyes, as she watched her slowly kiss down Kara’s body until she got to her shorts and unbuttoned them and slid them down her legs with her panties in tow. Lena began planting kisses all over her stomach and on her thighs. Kara moaned every time Lena got close to her pussy and tried moving her body so that she could get any sort of touch on her cunt, but Lena just pulled away whenever tried grinding into her mouth.

Lena decide to add some more sweetness to the tasting and squirted whipped cream onto Kara’s pussy and licking it up. As she lapped up the whipped cream, her tongue dipped between her lips to lick her clit before returning back to her mound. Kara moaned loudly and excitedly as she finally got what she was aching for, her breath had become shallower at each touch of Lena’s mouth.

Lena’s was overwhelmed by the taste of her girlfriend’s pussy, the saltiness of her skin and the sweetness of whipped cream. She squirted more cream onto Kara’s pussy again, but this time, she ran a strawberry through the cream and up and down Kara’s slit before placing it into her own mouth. The sweetness of the fruit and the juices from her girlfriend exploded onto her tongue, she let out a low moan at the sudden taste. Lena did the same thing with the last strawberry but allowed Kara to taste herself and the fruit. She then began cleaning up the whipped cream that was left on her girlfriend’s pussy.

Her tongue dance down her slit and gently flicked her clit before sucking it into her mouth. Kara was moaning and writhing at all the contact to her pussy, making Lena more than happy to continue to get those wonderful sounds to keep spilling out. She dove into Kara like she was starved, she pushed per tongue as deep as it would go and sucked onto Kara’s clit.

Kara was moaning incoherent words to what sounded like a mix of “Yes” and “Lena” over and over again. Once Lena began sucking her clit and sticking her tongue into her pussy, Kara went over the edge.

“YESSS!!” Kara screamed out as Lena continues sucking her clit.

But Lena was done yet, once Kara’s first orgasm hit, she buried two fingers as deep as they go into Kara’s hot dripping cunt.

“You’re fucking loving this aren’t you? You love that you’re wide open in the middle of field while I finger that hot pussy of yours, don’t you?”

“YESSS!,” was all Kara could muster to scream out as Lena continued pounding her fingers in and out of her.

Feeling Kara tighten around her fingers, Lena slowed per pace and taunted Kara. She began slowly working one finger in and out of her, while using her thumb to lazily circle her clit.

“Lena please let me cum” Kara begged

“Not yet” Lena replied

Kara groaned out in frustration as she felt her orgasm fad away, when Lena slammed three fingers inside and began rubbing her clit more aggressively.

“OH FUCK!” Kara cried out at the unexpected change in pace.

Lena smiled wickedly as she slowed down again and went back to one finger. She continued the cycle of teasing then relentlessly pounding Kara’s pussy until she was a moaning mess.

“Lena pleasepleaseplease let me cum pleeeeaasse let me cummm” Kara begged.

Lena decided that Kara had enough torture and picked up the pace for the final time, slamming three fingers hard and fast into Kara while also rubbing her clit.

“PLEASE LENA DON”T STOP” Kara cried out.

As Lena continued pounding Kara, with her hand slick of Kara’s juices she pushed two fingers into her ass and three into her pussy.

“YESSSS! I’m gonna cummm” Kara screamed out at the sudden invasion

Lena kept pounding and lowered her face onto Kara’s pussy and sucked her clit into her mouth and that finally sent Kara over the edge. Kara’s orgasm seemed like it would never end, but Lena kept her face buried in Kara’s pussy drinking up all the juices until Kara’s legs stopped shaking. Then Lena crawled up and kissed Kara softly before collapsing next to her girlfriend breathlessly beside her. They lay there side by side to one another catching their breath before Kara suggested it was time to get their clothes back on.

“Hold on” Lena said giggling as she sat up. Kara was content to lie there and look at the raven hair beauty next to her, when suddenly Lena was up and running through the field laughing. Confused, Kara realized she was left with nothing but her shirt as Lena was running off with her shorts and panties.

“Lena! Get back here!”

Lena continued to move farther away, and Kara was forced to follow. It was a sight to behold, one running raven haired in a dress barley staying on and the other a blonde missing most of her clothing. Eventually, Kara caught up to her and tackled her to the ground and pinned her hands above her head as she started tickling her Lena.

“Kara stop!” Lena gasped out between laughs as she squirmed under the tickle attack.

Once Kara stopped ticking Lena, she put her shorts back on and asked “Wanna go for a ride in the tractor?”.

Nodding, Lena agreed, and they went to pick the remnants of their picnic. It was late in the afternoon before Kara climbed back into the tractor and positioned Lena on her knee in the tiny cab. It was a tight fit, but neither minded being close to the other. They rode in blissfully content silence before Lena notice how excited she was getting.

From her position on Kara’s knee, Lena could fell her pussy begin throb. From the humming and the vibrations of the tractor and close proximity to her girlfriend, the one she had just finger fucked in the middle of a field, her body was extremely sensitive. Lena tried to alleviate some of the tension by subtly grinding her pussy on Kara’s leg, but that left her wanting more. When the tractor hit a slight bump, Lena felt her dress shift enough to leave a bare leg against Lena’s bare ass.

It won’t be long before she feels how wet I am, she thought to herself. Kara noticed the wetness instantly, but said nothing instead wrapping her arm tightly around Lena’s waist and moving her leg underneath her. Kara could feel the desire building inside her girlfriend, so she casually slowed the tractor and came to a stop.

“Babe, why’d you stop?” Lena asked

“Did you want to keep riding, Lena” Kara replied in a husky voice

“Yes…”

“Then you need to get in a better position,” Kara smirked

“How do you want me then?” Lena asked in an innocent voice

“I thought you’d never ask” Kara said as she grabbed Lena’s legs and positioned one on either side of her, so they were chest to chest. Lena’s breathing quickened in anticipation.

“I think you’d rather ride something else, Lena. And it’s not the tractor is it” Kara said as she slipped a hand underneath her dress. Kara roughly grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her against her. “Tell me what you want baby.”

“I want to ride you. I want to ride your fingers… I want to ride you hard… please” Lena whispered.

Kara pulled her hands from Lena’s ass and grabbed Lena’s face. She kissed her hard and pressed her tongue inside her mouth. Kara could feel Lena moan into her mouth as she lifted the dress over Lena’s head revealing her breasts. Her nipples were hard and begging for attention. Kara took them between her fingers and squeezed, rolling them between her thumb and index finger and tugging. She left one of the nipples in favour of grabbing a handful of Lena’s hair and using it to turn her head to one side. She began kissing, licking and sucking on her neck and throat. Leaving purple marks all over Lena’s neck.

“I want you to beg for my fingers inside you” Kara whispered

“I need you to fuck me, Kara, please! Just fucking take me, own me, Kara please!”

Kara let her hand fall to Lena’s thigh and began running her hands up and down her legs just missing where her girlfriend wanted it most. Once she decided that was enough, Kara ran her hand light over Lena’s slit before dragging it upward to her swollen clit. When she pulled her hand back it was coated in juices. She held her hand up to Lena’s mouth.

“Suck it” she ordered and then Lena was sucking her fingers and running her tongue through each digit.

Kara stared. Lena was so fucking hot straddling her in the cab, there were purple marks forming on her neck and throat. Her dress was thrown on the dashboard leaving her naked and her perfect breast were out on display begging to be played with. From this point of view she could see the juice dripping down her legs as they were spread waiting in anticipation for what was about to come.

“Are you ready to ride, slut? I expect you to ride hard because I won’t do all the work by myself”

“Yes! Please! I promise to ride hard. Just fuck me and make me cum!”

“That’s a good slut” Kara hissed out as she drove two fingers straight into Lena

“OH FUCK” Lena moaned and began bouncing up and down Kara’s fingers, while Kara pounded into her. The sight of Lena’s breast bouncing up and down was mesmerizing, it cause Kara to suck one into her mouth as she pounded Lena’s dripping hot pussy.

“Oh my fucking god Kara! Don’t Stop!” Lena moaned out

Kara couldn’t focus on anything else aside for the moans of Lena begging to be fucked and the wet sounds of her pussy. Who was she to deny such a request.

Lena’s pussy was dripping down Kara’s hand as she worked herself up and down, she was so wet that she didn’t realize that there was a finger plunging into her ass without resistance. The feeling has so good all her thoughts left her mind and the only thing up there was Kara.

Seeing a chance to really fill her up, Kara added a second finger to her ass and a third finger into her pussy while she was bouncing.

“Oh Fuck! HOLY SHIT! Kara!” Lena shrieked out at the unexpected fullness of both her ass and pussy seemed to push her over the edge. As Lena clamped down hard and hot on the fingers inside her.

But Kara didn’t just stop there, while Lena stopped bouncing Kara began pounding even harder into Lena to push out one more orgasm.

Lena grabbed onto Kara’s shoulders as she pushed her fingers as deep as they would go. Kara leaned forward and took a nipple into her mouth and bit down. Causing Lena let out more moans and encouragements.

Just when Lena was getting close Kara curled her fingers inside her and hitting that spot that made Lena’s eyes roll back. Kara slowed down her ministrations coaxing out the ecstasy of Lena’s orgasm. She slowed removed her fingers from Lena’s pussy and ass. Both of the breathing heavy.

Looking up and gently kissing her girlfriend she murmured “That was fun, huh?”

Lena just laughed and kissed the blonde.

I also posted this on AO3

Comments are welcome and maybe promts?

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fic-dreamin · 7 years ago

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I simply didn’t want it to end. This novel is not easy for me to review since I’ve seen the movie first. In truth, I didn’t even know it was a book until I seen it on the shelf in the library a few years back. I wished I would of check it out then. At the same time, I’m not sure that having done that, I would have read The Rules of Magic because while this story is great, there are years (22 years) of storytelling experience between Practical Magic and The Rules of Magic. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still well-written, but there is a difference. Overall, it’s still another great story of the bonds of sisterhood, the tragedy, and triumph of love. Another great adventure by Alice Hoffman. Go to Amazon

Easy weekend read, a magical story about a family that will do anything to protect each other from Family Curse To preface my review I felt it necessary to mention that I read the prequel to this book titled, The Rules of Magic by Alice Hoffman prior to reading Practical Magic. Since Fall had finally begun and Halloween (my favorite holiday) was right around the corner reading Practical Magic just felt right . In my opinion reading the perquel helped me to better understand the history of the Owens family curse and the role it has played for generations. You cannot help but fall in love with ALL the Owens women including the ancient and mysterious aunts Francis and Jet (the main characters in the prequel) who took up residence in the infamous Owens family home established by their ancestor Maria Owens Hundreds of earlier. The aunts also took over the "family business" of magic...creating potions, remidies and of course the art of spell casting that has been passed down from generation to generation. The main characters in Practical Magic, sisters Sally and Gillian find themselves parentless and orphaned with only the aunts to turn to. Their world is completely turned upside down in a single evening and when the girls arrive at their aunts they soon discover the truth of who and what they really are. It seems that through out history the Owens women have tried to deny, hid and run away from who they really are, but fate always has its way of bringing out the truth and bringing the sisters and their aunts back together. Sally and Gillian are complete opposites from day one, but blood, family, the curse and of course love brings this family closer and closer. This book is a true testament to the powerful bond of sisters, the importance of family and the dangers that await along the road to self acceptance. There is also a movie called Practical Magic that is based on this book, if you love the book I would recommend watching the movie as well...but read the book and/or books first. Honestly, you should ready both books: The Rules of Magic (prequel) and Practical Magic prior to watching the movie Practical Magic. This was a fast but great weekend read. I highly recommend reading both books in this series by Alice Hoffman and if you enjoyed them watch the movie. The book of course was better than the movie with a few different twists. Nicole Kidman (Gillian Owens) and Sandra Bullock (Sally Owens) bring this story to life in the movie Practical Magic, they could not have picked 2 better women to play these fabulous characters Alice Hoffman worked to hard to create. Go to Amazon

Holds up 20+ years later, second read. If you like a touch of magic in your stories, give it a read! Fun book, if not Hoffman's best. If you read Rules of Magic first, then read this (which would be chronological order of the story, but not the publication dates of the book) you'll notice some deviance in story line and time line, but not enough to totally ruin your enjoyment of the book. I read this over 20 years ago and loved it, so recently listened to Rules of Magic, the "prequel", and then immediately listened to this book again. As much as I loved this book the first time around, I think the prequel is better, inasmuch as the characters are better developed. There ARE some issues in my view as far as the timeline is concerned. She fits a lot of generations into too short a time span, and the "aunts" have love stories that are different in the two books. Minor stuff; read Alice Hoffman's magic, both books! Go to Amazon

Magical realism is my favourite genre and I was reminded just why that is ... Magical realism is my favourite genre and I was reminded just why that is when reading this book. It has just the right mix of reality and magic to be believable and enchanting and engaging all at the same time. Even when things are slightly impossible, the powerful writing and solid characters enrich the story and give the reader the sense that magic is not only possible but inevitable. Go to Amazon

So good I can't believe I waited so long to read this book! I've always loved the movie and stories with a bit of magic and witchery are usually my cup of tea. Amazon was having a sale, so I nabbed it. Especially since Alice Hoffman has written a sequel or maybe more of a prequel about the aunts. Years ago I read a book by Ms Hoffman and wasn't sure I liked her writing style. So either I didn't get it or I've changed because I thoroughly enjoyed it here. The book is different in many ways to the movie but I loved it, read it in less than 24 hrs. I can't wait to read about the aunts. I'll always enjoy the movie but the book is, as most often the case, much better. Go to Amazon

Enchanting A good read Great book Soso A great read Great book I liked this book! This is NOT the movie! You have to be ... ... the movie first and I thought the movie was better than the book which was a surprise Four Stars

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