Could I request Burning Spice Cookie with a Beast! Mother Nature!reader, mainly based around nature, whoβs very calm and collected, but also larger than him? They can also grow plants for funsies hehe (Hope ur having a good day!!)
β Burning Sage β Burning Spice Cookie x Beast!GN Reader HCs β
Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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α―α‘£π© Burning Spice was known for many things, his cruelty and impulsive nature being the most memorable. He was the Beast of Destruction after all, scorching ground was his name brand
α―α‘£π© When he met you, it felt like a blanket being thrown over a flame. He could've easily ignited, and burned everything smothering him. But you made it all feel... different. It wasn't a suffocating block in his path, rather the opposite
α―α‘£π© It was this exact feeling that made Burning Spice feel against you at first. It was pretty funny actually, watching the Beast act like every act of kindness you gave was some declaration against his nature
α―α‘£π© At some point, though he can't pinpoint how, he managed to end up sitting to talk with you. Something about your much calmer nature was inviting, and he suddenly felt self conscious among all this fragile flora
α―α‘£π© You showed him the nature of what was around him, the way you could make plants grow and see them flourish. Burning Spice seemed utterly bored by the idea, until you'd shown him the other side of nature
α―α‘£π© It's neither initially good or bad, but you introduced to him the dark side of it. Carnivorous plants, vines that snare, thorns and all kinds of poison barbs. But just because they weren't as pretty, didn't mean said plants didn't need love too
α―α‘£π© Burning Spice gave a scoff as his impulse reaction, noting that telling a story with a bunch of petals seemed pretty useless to him. You cupped his hands in yours, putting some soil in his palms. You grew a flower from the dirt, and Burning Spice watched it grow in his hold
α―α‘£π© Maybe it didn't make sense now, but he'd understand with time that there could be peace in the mundane. Maybe he just needed to make comfort with what he had. Burning Spice grumbled, but reluctantly met your eyes as his gaze softened. He sat next to you, looking over the flytraps surrounding him. This wasn't so bad, he supposed.. but he wouldn't mention that, not yet













