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iamthecomet · 6 months

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Dismiss Your Demons

AKA: Kinktober Day 28 - Sounding

Rating: E Pairing: Cirrus/Dew Featuring: Service Dom Cirrus. Soft Dom Cirrus. Sub Dew. He's a tiny bit of a brat if you squint, but not really. He just likes giving Cirrus shit. Sounding. Character development cleverly disguised as porn. Aftercare (in the form of cuddles). Word Count: 3.1k. I did not read through this after I wrote it, so it is what it is, friends. I hope it makes sense. Read it on AO3.

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Dew can’t think . He’s sweating. It’s pooling low on his back. He twitches his fingers where he has them pinned there. Wishing for something, anything, to flip through his fingers.

He loves Cirrus.

But Satanas does she make him nervous. Especially with this look on her angular face. A crooked smile. Movements too easy, body too loose. He’s well and truly fucked. That’s what he gets for telling her he needed to get out of his head and she could do anything. It’s been a long week. A brutal few days on the road that have left all of them snapping at each other. Even Papa has had enough. Bad weather, bus problems, hotel mix-ups, three terrible catering companies in a row. They’ve all had enough. Dew looks across the hotel room and longs for his bed at home. For dark abbey hallways, and candle light, and the smell of incense. He is sick of fluorescent lighting and white walls and low pile carpet. He digs his toes into it anyway, dissatisfied.

He watches Cirrus as she flits around the room. Movements loose. More relaxed than she has any right to be given everything that’s been going on. But maybe it isn’t bothering her as much as it is Dew. She comes off as type A for sure. A control freak. But she’s more flexible than he is. Waves off problems and stupid tour bullshit with a shrug as if to say “oh well it happened, let’s move on.”

She’s always reminded him of Aether in that way. Certainly the person they look for leadership, but because of their flexibility rather than the rigidness of someone like Dew who needs things to be right or he will feel like his skin is too small.

That’s how he feels right now, watching Cirrus bounce around the room. Feeling like he’s just put his life in her hands. He takes a deep, breathe out. Frowns when his exhale comes out a little smokey. Tinged with anxiety. Cirrus notice, dark brows furrowing. She frowns a little at him–worried.

“We won’t do anything you won’t like,” she reassures him. She fusses with her hair. Scrubbing her manicured nails over the shaved side. Her fingernails are electric blue, blunt like always. No deadly manicures like Aurora or Cumulus. No stiletto nails dragging over the head of his dick tonight. As pretty as that is–he’s ok with it.

“You said something new,” he says. Allows himself this moment of vulnerability. Cirrus tilts her head at him.

“You really are stuck aren’t you?”

Dew grimaces. He hates it sometimes. The way she reads him like a book–all of them. So much like Aether. That’s probably why he pulled her aside after the show instead of someone else. Seeking a grounding touch someone to pull him back to earth without him really having to ask for it.

“I want to go home,” he says. It sounds stupid. He shrugs. Doesn’t move, back straight, fingers still twitching behind his back. Knuckles flexing over the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

“I can’t help you with that.” Cirrus sits on edge of the bed, pets the spot next to her. Dew drops down next to her. He presses his elbows into his thighs, he digs his fingers into his scalp until it hurts. Cirrus pulls him apart, uncurls him. Cool fingers unclenching his from his hair. She leans in, bumps her horns against his.

“Enough of that,” she chides. “Aether will kill me if you come home bald.”

Dew’s lips twitch upward. “Should shave it. Just to spite him. Punishment for abandoning us.”

Cirrus ruffles his hair. “Don’t even think about it, firefly.”

She presses her forehead against his. He breathes in deep, inhaling the fresh cotton smell of her. Cool and clean. He closes his eyes, nuzzles his face against her, horns bumping together.

“Take care of me,” he says, finally. “Please.”

“You’ll let me try something new?”

He nods. “Anything.”

Cirrus stands. Dew feels her vacancy in his bones. He turns his head, opens his eyes to watch her riffling through her bag. She produces a small leather case. She starts to unzip it and Dew feels his mouth go dry already.

Not so new then.

“Cir, that’s not–I’ve–”

Her eyes flash, so light blue they’re almost white. She grins at him, too many fangs. A chill rolls up his spine, and he swallows the rest of his words.

“I know you’ve done this before. I’ve heard all about what you do when you’re alone with a fire.”

Dew groans, he rolls his eyes. Tipping back onto the bed dramatically. Hair fanning out around his head. “Fucking Swiss .” “Why don’t you ever ask me to come see?”

Dew flushes, he can’t help it. He covers his face to hide it. “You don’t usually like to just watch.”

Dew hears the zipper on the case. The clink of metal. He shudders. Chubbing up in his jeans already. Anticipation thruming through him from sound alone. He has the vague realization that he is like a trained dog. Conditioned into arousal by the idea of sounding rods.

“I could be compelled. Especially since you stole a rod from me to do it. I’m still missing it, by the way.”

“Sorry.”

Cirrus kicks one of his feet where it’s planted on the shitty carpet. Knocking his legs a little further apart so she can step between them. He feels the swell of her thighs between his. He moves his arm, looks up at her, towering over him, flipping one glinting rod through her fingers.

“You’re not. Don’t lie.”

Dew sits up. Reaches for her. She allows it. Allows him to put his hands on her waist, the curve of it. To slip his warm hands under her over-sized t-shirt and touch her ever-cool skin.

“I’ll give it back when we get home.”

Cirrus rolls her eyes instead of calling his bluff. “Strip.”

“Don’t I get a kiss first?”

“Brat,” she admonishes, but bends down and kiss him anyway. Full lips pressed against his. Cool. She tastes like red wine, black raspberries. He chases in, tongue sliding over hers. Taking one hand from her waist to lace in the longer side of her hair. Fingers carding through impossibly soft strands.

She pulls back and Dew chases her lips. His cock twitches against his thigh, more than chubby now. He reaches down to adjust, gives himself a small squeeze just before Cirrus bats his hand away.

“I asked you to do something, Firefly.”

Dew hauls his shirt over his head, tosses it somewhere and gets to work on his belt. He shoves his and boxers down in one motion and kicks them away.

Cirrus sinks down, kneeling between his spread legs, a bottle of lube and the set of sounding rods between her knees.

She’s right this is new. Cirrus doesn’t kneel for him. Only has ever bottomed for him when she’s been in heat. The look she gives him–cast up through long eyelashes–goes right to his dick. His stomach flips. She smooths a cool hand up over his thigh.

“Don’t get any ideas,” she says softly. Running a blunt nail down the seam of his balls. He twitches. Digs his teeth into his cheek.

“Never,” Dew gasps out with a shake of his head. He knows, even on her knees, Cirrus is in charge. She’s just so pretty like this, gorgeous. Sitting low, legs tucked under her ass. Shoulders pressed between Dew’s knees.

He slips a hand up his stomach to tug at a nipple ring as she drags her palm over the hard line of his cock. Soft hands feather light over his skin. He groans, as she palms at him, one hand after another over the underside of his cock where it curves up toward his stomatch. Not circling, more petting than anything. Just enough pressure to brush the wet tip over his sparse happy trail.

“Lay back,” she says. The words are soft but there is no mistaking them for anything but an order. “Let me help.”

Dew does. Falling back onto the bed like dead weight. Toes digging into the carpet as Cirrus pets him. She polishes the head, smears precum over the ruddy head. Dew digs his fangs into his lip until he tastes copper.

“ Relax ” she orders again. “Let go.”

It takes effort to loosen his jaw. To allow himself to groan as one of her hands dips lower to roll his balls between her deft fingers. He melts into the bed as she touches him. Works him up with slow easy movements. Cock twitching under her hands. Spitting precum onto her hands, his belly.

He winces when he whimpers, high and reedy. He hates it, but it’s gone now, already out of his mouth. It takes a minute, but eventually he feels the tension in his head start to unravel. Feels knots loosen. He stops hearing himself. Stops worrying about how desperate he sounds. How needy. How Rain can probably hear him from the next room over.

Instead, he hopes Rain has his ear pressed to the wall to listen. Embarrassment fading with the rest of the day–the week.

“Good boy,” Cirrus purrs. Dew’s floating by the time he hears her open the lube bottle. Disant. Brought down by gentle hands instead of harsh words. That’s new too. He’s hazy, glassy. Every stupid annoyance is distant, he can’t even think about them. Can’t think about anything except how Cirrus touches him.

How her hands–too soft for all of the music she plays–feel on him. He would do anything for her to have her keep touching him like that.

“Ready?” she purrs. Dew nods. He slurs around a yes , and a please . Hips twitching up toward her hands. His eyes are closed tight. An arm thrown over his eyes, blush burning against his forearm. With the other hand he plucks at his nipples. Tugs on the bar. Rolls the pebbled nub through his fingers. A little rough, the little bite of pain just adding to everything.

Cirrus starts with the smallest rod. Dew jolts when the cold metal touches his slit, presses down. More newness. When he plays with himself the metal is always warm, burning hot usually. The cold in contrast to his own body temperature makes stars dance behind his eyes.

Cirrus is uncharacteristically gentle with him. He’s more intune to it this way–expecting a shift. For her to start fucking the sounding rod into him with abandon. But instead she works it in slowly. She leaves it deep, opting to press her fingers along the underside of his cock instead. More petting strokes, rolling the rod inside of him.

It only takes him two more minutes to need more . A bigger rod. For her to actually stroke him. For her to thrust that ice cold metal in and out of his body. To really give him something. But he should have known that Cirrus’ gentleness would be his downfall.

They follow the same pattern. It’s all so slow, so easy. Dew’s hips flex up toward every touch. Whines bubbling out of his throat at every twitch. Cirrus coos at him, shushes him when he really starts to whine, to beg. She kisses the inside of his thigh. His hip bones. Drags her free hand up over his legs his belly. “Give me a color, baby.”

“Green. Just. More . I need more .”

“But you’re doing so good.”

Dew digs his claws into the comforter. He could scream. Pleasure burns low in his gut. A fire he doesn’t know how to feed, not enough kindling. Just enough fuel to flicker to life, but not enough to rage. Everything is sharp, intense. He shudders with it. Nerve alight.

Dew props himself up on his elbow, dragging his arm away from his face, opening his eyes. The room is too bright. Cirrus is looking up at him from between his legs smirk still firmly in place.

She’s up to the second largest rod now. Dew can see the way it bulges the underside of his cock. Cirrus runs a nail over it. Fingers catching on the piercing just below the head. Swiping over his frenulum with her thumb. He sobs at the sudden jolt of pleasure. Gasping in, breath catching.

“Hey, firefly,” Cirrus says softly. She reaches up along the length of his body, sitting up on her knees to brush her fingers over his flushed cheeks, over his throat, his pounding pulse. “How do you feel?”

“Like I want to cum.”

“Not what I meant.”

Dew sighs, whimpering as Cirrus twists the sounding rod. “Floaty. Fuck . Better. Please, Cir. At least let me see you. Give me something. ”

“Don’t be greedy,” Cirrus admonishes. “I’ve given you plenty.” Despite the words she leans back, pulls her hands away just long enough to pull her shirt over her head. Dew’s throat clicks when he swallows. Eyes dragging over her tits, her stomach. The curve of her waist. He wants to touch. Wants to lay back as she rides his face. Wants her to take everything from him.

Cirrus scoffs at the look on his face. “You’re so easy.”

Dew nods dumbly. Of course he is. Weak, always, to the power of Cirrus’ tits.

“Make me cum?” he means for it to come out as a demand, but instead it’s a question. Breathless.

Cirrus cocks a dark eyebrow. She lowers herself back, sitting on her heels. Her tits brushing his thighs as she goes, one dusky nipple dragging over his thigh. Dew wants to latch onto it with his mouth. Wants to suck it swollen.

He licks his lips, tries not to stare too much and fails.

“I’ll do anything.”

Cirrus’ eyebrow stays up, her head tips. She pets his cock again, watching as it twitches and spits precum onto his stomach. There’s a puddle of it there now, slick and shiny. The head of his dick is swollen, nearly purple. Cirrus bends down, and swipes her tongue up along the underside, pressing down hard on the rod as she goes.

Dew bucks up toward her mouth. Swears he’s going to burst into flames if she keeps going. If she doesn’t just–Cirrus smirks at him and sucks the head into his mouth. Tongue pressing down on the top of the rod to keep it in place.

He’s going to die. This is it. Death by sounding in a shitty hotel in the middle of nowhere USA. He’s fucked, utterly fucked. He falls back onto the bed, unable to hold himself up anymore.

Cirrus pulls off with a pop. “Anything?”

“Fuck– fuck– yes. Anything. Satanas whatever you want just fucking touch it. Make it cum. I can’t– fuck .”

Cirrus’s hand finally curls around the base of him. The other pulls at the sounding rod. Fucking it into him. She times her strokes with it, a counter rhythm that has him seeing stars. “Promise me.”

“I promise. ” Cirrus licks a stripe over his hip bone. Sucks a mark into the hollow there as she strokes him. Teeth digging in and making him gasp. Dew’s distantly aware of the sound he’s making. High pitched, whining. Desperate. If Rain wasn’t listening at the wall before he definitely is now. He bucks toward Cirrus’ hand, toes curling in the carpet.

“ Close .”

“Then cum,” Cirrus whispers against his hip. “Let it out. Let me see how messy you get.”

His balls draw up tight, he sobs as it hits him. Pleasure burning through his veins. His back arches as he cums. Cirrus pulls the sounding rod in just in time for the first spurt to hit Dew’s stomach. It dribbles down Cirrus fingers, into his pubic hair. Dew closes his eyes so tight he sees red. It feels like it goes on forever. Body still twitching long after he stops shooting. Cirrus strokes him through it, doesn’t stop until she’s squeezed every drop she can from him.

Dew waits for Cirrus to pounce on him. To force him into overstimulation. To straddle his face. She doesn’t. Instead, she wipes him up with her t-shirt, apologizing softly as he hisses in overstimulation. Then she pokes and prods him until he shifts. Muscles like jelly. He pulls himself fully onto the bed, finally laying in in properly. Cirrus settles in next to him, pulling him down to her. Curling an arm around him and pressing his head to her chest. Cheek pillowed by soft plush flesh as she pets the side of his head. He listens to her heart as he comes back down. Steady, solid. He clings to her. Fingers dimpling into her waist.

“Give me a minute and I can–whatever you want.”

“I’m fine, Dew.” She kisses him between the horns.

“Not fair,” he says sleepily. “You should get off too.”

She shrugs beneath him. “You know how it is for me. It’s not that easy. Watching you is just as good, you know that. Do you feel better? Quieter?”

Dew nods. Yawns, nuzzles into her breast. He presses open mouthed kisses across the freckled skin there. Lazy. Appreciative. “Yeah. Thank you, you’re too good to me.”

“No, I’m not. You don’t have to carry so much on your shoulders, Dew. You can let other people hold it sometimes.”

He shrugs. “Dunno how.”

He feels her smile against his hair, she kisses him again, at the base of his horn this time. She settles in, breath huffing out over his slap as she cradles him. He feels her relax beneath him, heart slowing, breathing going even. Comfortable beneath his warmth, his weight. Dew feels sleep tugging at him. He cracks his eyes open to stave it off for just a few more minutes.

“What do you want then? Something, obviously,,” Dew mumbles sleepily. Cirrus chuckles, still stroking her fingers through his hair, working through tangles. When he tips his head to look up at her, he finds her eyes closed, face open and relaxed.

“Next time you sound yourself, I want you to call me so I can come watch.”

Dew blinks at her, head tipping to the side in confusion. “That’s it?”

Cirrus laughs, she cracks an eye open, lips twisting up into that same mischievous smirk from before. “Is it ever?”

Dew pulls his gaze away from her face and puts his head back where it belongs. He sucks her nipple into his mouth, teeth dragging over it as it hardens against his tongue. Soothing more than sexual. He doesn’t answer. They both know there’s more. And Dew could ask for a clue–but he likes it better when Cirrus surprises him.

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in-hav3n · 10 months

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𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒

James sighed of tiredness when the elevator brought him to the 6th floor. He just finished rehearsals for the next gig and felt extremely exhausted. They had been touring since a month and a half now and even if he loved the energy brought by the fans and the share of their music, sometimes he just needed a break. And this is exactly what he wanted now.

He opened the door of his hotel suite, wondering if you would be there already. You told him you wanted to do a bit of sightseeing and shopping today since you were in an interesting city. Sometimes you were coming to the rehearsals but not all the time. As James girlfriend, you had also the right to be free and do whatever you wanted.

"(X/Y) ?", James called as closing the door behind him, removing quickly his boots that he kicked away. He scratched his head as he quickly pour some water in a glass to hydrate himself.

"Here baby!", he heard your voice coming from he bathroom and smiled. He was happy you were there cause what he needed right now was a big cuddle time session on the bed, relaxing. He made his way over there to greet you and propose you this wonderful idea until he got an interesting surprise.

"Oh...I see someone Is enjoying herself...", he said with a smile as leaning against the doorframe. You turned around when you heard his voice and smiled back at him. You collected some foam in your hand and blew it in his direction with a giggle.

"Hello handsome! Wanna join? I'm bored to enjoy it all by myself", you replied with a malicious tone. James chuckled and shook his head.

"No need to ask me twice sweetheart". He walked in, closed the door and started to undressed, putting his clothes in a pile next to the sink. Impatient to welcome him in, you already moved inside the tube to give him space. James came in carefully, trying to not fall or broke one of his leg.

"Damn baby, it's hot!", he exclaimed as soon as his ass touched the hot water.

"It's a bath baby! It won't be cold," you giggled as coming behind him when he sat completely in it. You opened your legs and put them on each side of his body so as to have your chest against his back, your tiny arms around him. Naturally your head rested on his shoulder.

"How was your day?"

"Exhausting", James said as taking your hands in his, intertwining your fingers under water.

"Some problems ?", you asked as caressing softly his hair. You knew how hard it could be for them to give 100% of energy at every show with sometimes lack of rest between it. That's why you were always careful that he could have a relaxing time from time to time.

"The usual. Techs problems. Guitars problems and band problems", he sighed and leaned back against you. You cupped his face from behind and kissed his temple.

"Now it's over. Relax baby", you whispered as you started to massage his shoulders in slow movements.

James quickly closed his eyes and moaned of satisfaction. It was feeling so good and this is what he needed right now. You smiled when you felt him untensed under your touch and you couldn't resist to spread some kisses all over his neck.

"I love you...", he whispered, lost in his thoughts.

He was so lucky to have you with him. You two talked a lot about you coming on tour with them because of the difficult schedules and lot of travels all the time but now he realized it was the best decision you two could have ever taken. He needed some time off from Metallica, the bands discussions. With you it was always calm and relaxing and this what he needed the most.

"I love you too..", you whispered back with a smile as kissing his shoulder now, your hands stopping the massage for spreading some sweet caresses on his back.

You always loved this tenderness between the two of you. You never imagined James would be like this, considering his metalhead style and his behavior on stage or with the others, but with time, you discovered that it was what he needed. Maybe because this is what he missed the most when he was a kid ? You didn't know and probably never knew but you were happy to provide him and to share this with him.

After a while, James turned on the tube and decided to switch your positions. He leaned against one of the side, opened his legs and arms to welcome you. You smiled at the index he moved on to invite you to come and in a move, you ended up leaning against his chest for a cuddle. He embraced you from behind, holding you tight as he smelled the place just right behind your ear.

"Can we stay forever in this bath?", he whispered, closing his eyes. He never felt so peaceful since a long time and it's always with you by his side.

You chuckled softly, lifting up your hand to caress his cheek. "We can baby...but we'd be crumpled after".

"I don't care, as long as I'm crumpled with you in my arms...", he seriously said and this made you chuckle again.

Your head rested on his shoulder and you both kept silence. James softly caressed your hair, caressing them from your scalp as you absentmindedly played with his fingers, analyzing every detail of them, every little mark left by his guitar chords. You took every finger and started to kiss the tip tenderly, like if you wanted to heal them.

"They are used..", you let out after some time.

"I know..", James smiled behind your back and bend to look at it. "But I'm not in pain... Maybe I'll be in 40 years"

You chuckled at his joke. "I hope not. I want to listen to you playing music forever...". James only answered with a tender kiss on top of your head.

When the water started to get cold and when you were crumpled enough, you decided to go out of the bath. James helped you to carefully stepped out of the basin without falling on the ground. After a quick thanks, you grabbed a towel to wrap yourself up in it while you already prepared one for him.

Once he was on the bathroom carpet, James smiled at your tender gesture. He was used to be the one that was taking care of you but he also appreciated when you were changing roles. You gently wrapped him up too, taking an extra towel for his hair that you slowly dried with it. From all his height, James looked over you caressing your cheekbone when you finished your task.

"You're sweet", you told him with a smile as moving on your tiptoes to smack him sweetly on the lips. James smiled, holding you by your shoulders before embracing you.

You told him to go to bed while you tidied up a bit the mess in the bathroom, cleaning the bathtub and so on. In less than ten minutes, you went back into your room and found James completely naked, on his stomach, head on the pillow, sleeping like a baby. He was so tired that he didn't even put on his boxer to sleep.

You smiled and climbed on the bed like a cat to lay down next to him in the same position, moving carefully to not awake him. Then your leg intertwined with his and you embraced him with your side, caressing slowly his arms. He was completely exhausted, you could tell with the deep breath you were hearing. You lovingly smiled at this cute vision of him and slowly rubbed his back.

"Good night my love..." you whispered as plating a soft and delicate kiss on his temple.

A/N : Another sweet ask from an anon, hope you'll like it! Thanks to my good friend @liltingoddesss for her help with this!

#james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #papa het #request #request 3 #black album era james #romantic/fluff #james hetfield fanfiction #james hetfield fic #Cute moment with James

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scovilletwothousand · 6 months

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hey can people please start making fanfic for twinkling watermelon because that show is my whole life right now but i’ve already watched all the tiktok edits and i crave content

#twinkling watermelon #i’m watermelon-deficient i swear #i need more yi chan #i need more cheong ah #i need a fic where the older brother time travels too #i need a reveal fic #just chapters on chapters of different ways han gyeol and eun yu figure out that theyre both time travelers #i need more eun ho (did i say that already?)#i absolutely need a fic where cheong ah beats tf out of her stepsister #look i know it’s het but PLEASE I BEG

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nametakensff · 4 months

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Oh vibrators I have missed you 🥰

#also honestly some of the stories on serotica still go so fucking hard #there are so many good lesbian fics on there #i guess 'good' is subjective but what some lack in story-telling and accurate depictions of wlw relationships #they make up for in sheer fetishy horniness #there are also some great cheesy gay fics and plenty of het ones too god I love being bi #anyway thanks for the orgasms years later serotica writers #nttalks

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barblaz-arts · 8 months

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I reread the comic that first introduced Sora, then I realized, this dynamic is giving me Natsu and Lucy (Fairy Tail) vibes or basically every Shounen ship with Energetic but dense Shounen protagonist and "I can't believe I like this person" deuteragonist

The way I said those exact things in the tags for the answer to another ask lmao

I'm glad this shows that my intentions were very clear lol

#asks #natsu and lucy was the ship that one het ship that made me insane #i think nalu fics were the first fics i actively looked for #back when it was just ffnet

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optiwashere · 1 month

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A2 Galeheart please🥰❤️

Wow, that's quite a surprising request! I've never written this ship before, so bear with me on this one lol. Thanks for asking for it, I had a lot of fun writing this one! 💜

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A2. Cooking together (w/ Act One fun)

The freshly cleaned cooking pot hung from an iron rod over the camp's central fire. Shadowheart had pilfered it from one of the abandoned houses in the village, though she told herself it was because she was tired of raw vegetables and charred meat.

Steam drifted from the pot. A broth boiled within, filled with their supplies that were on the brink of edibility. The medley of root vegetables and fresh herbs forced Shadowheart to sit nearby and let the delicious scent wash over her.

She could pretend all she wanted to be a stoic ascetic. The first smell of that soup destroyed any willpower remaining.

The first night of real food in weeks was too good to pass up.

This was, of course, the sole reason she bothered hunting through the rotting, cobwebbed houses on the off chance that she just might discover anything that could be used for cooking.

"Ah, the aroma of a freshly started soup never ceases to amaze me," said Gale, his eyes closed. He knelt before the cooking pot with a ladle in one hand.

His focus on the soup matched his focus in all other things. The careful study in his eyes as he scanned each ingredient. Using a pinch of salt bought from the merchant in the grove, testing for flavoring as everything cooked together.

Shadowheart told herself it was in her best interest to study the habits of her companions.

In the event that she needed to extract information from them for her Dark Lady, knowing even these seemingly meaningless details could prove the difference between a successful interrogation and a failure.

So she studied him more.

Watched the way he ladled out a bowl for the first person to arrive at the fire with him.

He handed the bowl to Shadowheart.

She looked around and realized that nobody else had come to sit with him by the fire. How none of them could smell the mouthwatering food, she didn't know.

"For you," he said, "for sitting with me and assisting with the process."

"I did nothing," she scoffed. She still took the bowl. "Simply sat here and prayed."

"But that's just it, isn't it? A work of mundane magic loses its luster when there's no one to witness it."

Shadowheart snorted a brief laugh. "This soup is magic now? And you're the one creating it, that should count for something."

"It doesn't," said Gale simply. He gave her a faint, almost forlorn smile that lacked any light in his eyes. "But I never did thank you for finding the pot. A magician without his apparatuses can't exactly perform exciting magic, can he?"

"I nearly tripped over it," she lied, "so don't flatter yourself."

"Of course. I didn't realize goblins went around cleaning houses they raided."

"What?"

He chuckled, this time with real humor. "Oh, it's likely nothing. Just that you said you 'tripped over' the pot, which implies that you found it by happenstance. However, the pot you gave me was impeccably clean."

"Those aren't mutually exclusive," countered Shadowheart, looking down into the soup in her bowl. She counted carrot chunks.

"True," he admitted. "It is a curious thing though, isn't it?"

Shadowheart refused to answer him. She left with an annoying flare of recognition in her chest as she sat outside her tent by herself.

While she ate, she realized that he was absolutely, infuriatingly correct.

#bg3 fanfiction #shadowheart #gale dekarios #galeheart #gale x shadowheart #my fic #anotheropti prompt fics #the rumors are true I do occasionally write het ships

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