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For those who are curious about my writings and my cinnaspice pairing…….

[Unforgiving Change]

Pairing: Burning Spice Cookie x Cinnamon Swirl Cookie(Self Insert)

Premise: Late at night, where all is still in the Land of Spice, Burning Spice Cookie reminisces on a moment shared with his past love. A love that he will never forget and shall honor with his life.

Warnings: Romance, fluff to angst(if that exists?), very small mention of death but they aren't actually dead, mention of violence but that's just burning spice as usual.

A/N: First post here!!! Waow!!! This draft has been sitting in my google docs for almost a month mostly cause I was drawing something alongside to post it. And now they're both done!! And heads up, my self insert uses shey/heyr pronouns, in case anyone gets confused reading the pronouns.

Likes and comments are appreciated!

“Burning Spice Cookie, this feels ridiculous, you know that?”

“Oh come now. Don’t be like that, trust me, will you? Keep your eyes closed and let me lead you, my flower. I know you’ll love this!”

The pair of cookies walked carefully through the hall, jalapeño braziers illuminating the crimson, stone walls of the temple. Threads of flowers hung from the ceiling and decorated the walls beautifully, framing the many historical murals that had been carved and painted over the years, all praising the great Herald of Change.

As the taller, muscular cookie walked behind the smaller one, he kept his hands firmly planted on heyr shoulders, careful to lead heyr without getting in heyr way. And the smaller cookie, Cinnamon Swirl, kept heyr hands over heyr eyes. As he had told heyr to do so with the promise of ‘showing heyr a surprise’.

He seemed rather excited, more so than usual. Truth be told, over the years he seemed almost uninterested in what the kingdoms had to offer, as well as his subjects. His excitement of witnessing a seedling blossom and thrive ready to grow into a new civilization, the kindness he showed to those who prayed before him, and his enthusiasm seemed to dwindle as time ever so slowly passed. Perhaps a sign of something to come, but shey wasn’t sure what…

So when shey saw how eager he was to show heyr something new, how could shey say no to him? Perhaps it was another oasis spring the civilians had made, or a grand statue dedicated to him in a town square. Though whatever it may be, it would’ve been more enjoyable if he didn’t drag heyr out during the dark of the night. And the longer they shuffled together, the more heyr annoyance grew. Especially when shey had tripped over a cracked tile, heyr yelp echoing through the hall followed by the bark of his laughter. Thank the witches he was quick to catch heyr.

“Alright, you may look now.”

He took a moment to shift and turn heyr body, Cinnamon Swirl murmuring in confusion, before bringing his hands up to heyr own. Gently pulling them down, shey blinked several times, adjusting to the darkness. As the flames flickered and cast their light upon the wall, shey could see it so clearly now.

A mural, like many others that decorated the temple walls, grand and tall. But one look at this special mural was enough for heyr to gasp. Compared to the many walls of art of the Herald of Change, this one was of him and his lover, Cinnamon Swirl Cookie. Shown in a loving embrace and their foreheads touching as they smiled to each other. Floral patterns and the telltale symbol of his souljam decorated the edges and frame, a unique finishing touch to this new addition to his temple walls. And a worthy depiction of their undying love.

Shey was left speechless. Eyes wide, staring up at the gorgeous art, shey found heyrself moving closer to the wall. A slight hesitancy in the way shey reached heyr hand up to the painted wall, as if the smallest touch could crack and crumble it to the ground. “It’s…”

“It’s us,” Burning Spice Cookie spoke softly, grin wide and proud, “It is about time you truly became a part of history, our history. And this is just the start. All will see just how much we mean to each other,” His breath stirred in Cinnamon Swirl’s hair as he leaned downwards, hands gentle as they caressed heyr skin. “How much you mean to me.” This softness of his was a treat for only heyr. His whispers of adoration, the surprising gentleness in each touch, only shey deserved this.

Green eyes shimmering in the fire’s light with welled up tears, shey turned swiftly to face him. “Oh, Burning Spice…” Voice barely above a whisper. Molten eyes softening only for heyr, his golden teeth glistened in the dark as shey held his hands. “It’s absolutely beautiful. I have no idea what I have done to deserve something like this, or you… I… I don’t even know how to thank you…”

He did not answer, instead wrapping heyr in his large arms and pulling heyr upwards, closer against him. Lips enveloping over heyrs in a heated kiss, he will prove that shey deserves this. Rightfully deserves to be by his side for as long as they both live. While civilizations will crumble and kingdoms rise and fall, they will remain eternal.

They will live forever in each other’s arms, and all will bear witness as he proves that as many times as he has to. Both to their subjects and to heyr.

Even in the dead of night, the temple of the Great Destroyer stood tall in the dark. An omen of doom that stalked upon the cliff tops and loomed amongst the dry, spicy winds. It was at this time that the smoldering heat in the air would die down enough for the residents of the temple to retreat for the night, preparing for a new day of wreaking destruction and keeping their master entertained. But even at night, he could not find it in himself to relax.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the dark hall as he walked, fists clenched in a restless yearning to break something, anything. The fires of the braziers cast his shadow over the piles of debris and rubble he had made a mess of long ago, walking past as if meaningless to him. If one were to look close enough, it seemed there had been something carved and painted on the rocks. Something he dared not let others see, not even himself.

And now, alone with his thoughts, Burning Spice Cookie paused in front of a cloth covered wall. Cream colored flower threads peeked out from behind the long cloth, out of place amongst the harsh environment of the land of spice. His rough glare softening just slightly, he reluctantly reached out towards the cover.

Just behind it was one of the few pieces of his past he left untouched. One he dared not destroy and for his eyes only to gaze upon. The mural of his long lost fiancée, his beloved flower. When he had destroyed all evidence of his past, eyes blazing with fury and a lust for violence, he stopped himself just as he was about to blast this one wall. The sight of Cinnamon Swirl Cookie, heyr smile peaceful and happy, was enough to make him pause. Enough to make him leave all evidence of heyr untouched

He couldn’t remember how long it had been since he was cast into that wretched prison, hidden deep in the faerie kingdom inside of the silver tree, and since he had last seen his lover. He was sure he could escape easily, him and his fellow Beasts, arrogant in his abilities. Though as time passed the memories he shared with heyr had grown hazy, heyr voice and face now only a blur. Though he’ll never forget the look of anguish upon heyr face as he was pulled away, reaching out desperately for him, the silver bars closing the distance between the two.

He never knew what had become of his beloved. While shey had the burden of immortality, much like him, shey was able to be crumbled like any other cookie. Shey wasn’t weak of course, but the very thought had his fists clenched tight. Perhaps that’s what the witches had done, hearing heyr muffled screams just past the chains and bars of his prison. Knowing how close Cinnamon Swirl Cookie was to the Beast, they must’ve destroyed heyr.

He dared not let himself forget heyr if that were the case. He couldn’t bear to lose the memory of the one thing that could live forever, just like him. His love— no, his everything. And he couldn’t bear to destroy the remaining piece of heyr in this very temple.

Grabbing the cloth cover, he yanked it downwards and onto the floor, dusting billowing up into the air and leaving a bitter scent. The old mural of them both remained intact, their love everlasting evident on this very wall. As the years passed, the paint grew faded and dusty, and the stone cracked with old age. Yet its beauty will remain.

Though a symbol of his past and one he wished he could cast away, he can’t bring himself to. He can’t let himself forget what his queen looks like. Heyr long, swirling brown frosting locks and the green of heyr eyes. The way shey would gaze upon him with such kindness and admiration that leaves his dough aching and longing.

Reverence in his gaze, he brings his hand up to the stone, pressing at it in hopes he could reach through the art and pull heyr back into his arms. The former Herald of Change, a beast of utter destruction, kneeling before the art of his lover. Right now, it doesn’t matter what any cookie or even the other Beasts would think or how weak he appeared to be.

He is the one who worships in this moment, longs for his lover again. Yearns for the past moments he shared with heyr, and hatred towards himself for taking heyr presence for granted before he had been torn away and locked for years.

Despite the happiness in the mural’s expressions, anger boiled deep in his gut and jam. As quick as his need for violence vanished, it was quick to boil back to the surface. Stepping back onto his feet and flinching back from the wall, holding himself back from punching his fist through the stone, he stormed away through the hall.

Through the night, the booms and roars of his tantrum quaked the temple. Servants and wild spices having been woken up, muttering and whimpering, praying to be spared from his wrath. Rocks and temple ruins crushed to dust and left to be forgotten in the desert, it would never be enough to satisfy him. Nothing will. Not when images of Cinnamon Swirl Cookie flashed in his mind, only fueling his rage, wishing he could forget heyr and move on already. Knowing shey was long gone, like everything else.

Because alas, it is as the Tide of Change decreed. Swallowing his past and who he had been whole, and leaving him hungry and reckless for vengeance in the aftermath.

#self reblog #self promo #now I can lay down and perish

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