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After a horrible scandal you never wished to be part of (but was anyway) in the Spire of Deceit, you traveled the farthest away from that place. (... In the wrong direction to the Faerie Kingdom.)
Now you're in the land of Ruin and Destruction, ran by Burning Spice Cookie himself. And BOY, you were treated like shit.
Quickly judged for your soft look, quickly judged for not belonging with the fearless and the powerful.
Somehow, though, you were able to rise up the ranks. Where, you may ask?
In Burning Spice Cookie's mind.
Somehow, SOMEHOW, he noticed you. Too soft, too... Naive. He heard how you came from that Spire, how you wished to not go back there.
...
He didn't like how you stayed in his mind. And he tried to stop that, once.
A night with the stars, something so rare because of all the spice storms, he tried to crumble you from behind. Parashu raised up in position, yet frozen in air.
You never noticed he was there. A small mark from a slap someone gave you sat on your cheek, while you watched the stars.
... And he only, slowly, put his parashu down, just staring.
...
Witches, you're so damn adorable.
... It's a damned sin in his head. And how quickly he left, like he himself was on hot coals.
But soon, things began to change. You got hurt by one of his Spice warriors? Gone by the next day. Cookies started hurting you less. It was nice, like you're finally getting somewhere.
But it was all Burning Spice Cookie. Slowly... Slowly getting possessive over you...
...
Recently, you got a gift. How rare that is. Inside was a plush. A plush of Burning Spice Cookie himself.
.. And you smiled. Not realizing why, but knowing you're never on the Great Destroyer's bad side.
And Witches, how much cuter can you get?
Seeing you walk around with it, hugging it like it's a lifeline sometimes? Adorable.
And, even his Spice Soldiers notice it, but he's been getting... Softer. Like he melts at certain points of the days, thinking that no one's around.
And, (once again) without you realizing, you're holding a voodoo doll. Dressed up as a plush of the Great Destroyer. (And of course it was done by the Beast of Deceit, who else?)
...
Present day:
After being allowed into his throne room for once, you're looking out the window, the plush (voodoo doll) in hand, hugging it with that right amount that makes Burning Spice Cookie melt.
Speaking of which, he's also in the throne room, sitting on his throne, trying to act bored and how he usually is.
(Spoiler alert: He's fucking restraining himself, you're too damn cute for his eyes.)
You hug the plush tighter in your arms, subconsciously giving the forehead of it a kiss.
(And boy, Burning Spice Cookie felt that.)
He paused, antennae flaring up with embers licking his shoulders, his face getting a small blush, almost unnoticeable.
(ALMOST.)
He's trying to calm down, while you're stuck in your mind (as you zoned out.)