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To Tame the Tamer

𓂀 The beast tamer, Smoked Cheese Cookie, requires a stern talking to.

Pairing: Smoked Cheese Cookie × Fem!Reader

Note: He's Affogato Cookie but likeable (not like he isn't but SC is just better).

WC: 817

Graphics: orange 1 + 1.1, orange 2

The beast tamer could not suppress the scoff that emerged from the thought of his "Golden Sovereign" refusing to act, and that she continued to cling to a fallen kingdom. It has been years since the Dark Flour War has passed, and still she fears what can no longer threaten her. The kingdom he has pledged his undying loyalty to, is frozen in a certain period of time, neither evolving or devolving. He, too, is but a mere husk, a cheap imitation of what he once was. 

A figment of her imagination.

And that is the worst insult of all. He, the once great beast tamer of the Golden Cheese Kingdom, reduced to nothing but a mere soul, wandering the ruins of the fallen kingdom. How pathetic. Even the great Gate Guardian is but a soul and nothing more, his strength limited by the coward that insists on continuing this tasteless façade.

She is hopeless. Completely, utterly hopeless. And the mere fact that Mozzarella Cookie and Burnt Cheese Cookie continue to stand by her side and even encourage her delusions is nothing short of infuriating. If only he could get his hands on her soul jam, free everyone of this miserable charade. Yes... He could return this kingdom to its former glory, better it even. The people would be grateful of his deeds, they would all be free of Golden Cheese's delusions, they would no longer have to live as husks, and he would—

“I know that look.”

Curses. Of course someone had to interrupt his line of glorious thoughts. Who would dare to approach him in his private chambers? The Smoked Cheese Cookie? Who—?

“Your greed, Smoked Cheese Cookie, while great, requires its limits. You know what happened the last time you attempted to overthrow Her Radiance.”

Ah... Her. The only one who could, eh, calm him in this state. The only person who could understand his vision even if she disagreed with his ways of going about it. Perhaps that is why he loved and cherished her so, why he would forsake his duties to the kingdom without a second thought for her if she only commanded it. Yes, the love of his life.

"Yes, I remember it quite well, my jewel..." Smoked Cheese Cookie responds, eyeing his beloved from the side.

Ever the gleaming woman. Not even Her Radiance compares to the greatness that is his jewel—his treasure. He could feel himself getting lost in her visage. His eyes that were once filled with a barely contained rage were now calm, the fire in his eyes subdued for only a moment by the only one who could tame him by her mere presence.

“My, you never cease your admiration. Am I truly a sight to behold?” she chuckled into his ear so suddenly.

He had not noticed her move from her spot. Smoked Cheese Cookie was so enthralled by her, so enchanted, that he never once took notice of her walking towards him. She never ceased to amaze him. It is as if he is a beast and she is his tamer. And he is more than willing to comply.

He turned around to face her, feeling his simmering rage die down fully, if only for the time being. “You are more radiant than Golden Cheese Cookie herself, my jewel. You are more radiant than this entire golden kingdom and any jewels or treasures in this cruel world,” he murmured, hand raising to cup her cheek. She smiled at his gesture, her own hand coming up to overlap his before she spoke, her voice soothing the last remnants of his frustration and snuffing out the flames of his fury.

“You tell me that often.”

“For it is true.”

She hummed in response to his words, staring deeply into his eyes, her smile never fading. Pathetic as this façade was, seeing her made it... bearable. She made it bearable. She always did and that is why he would never let her go. He refuses to. Not like how...

No. The war is over. It is no more. All that remained was him and her, alone in his private quarters, her lips closing the distance between his, and then, her taste. His grip on his staff faded, the staff falling to the pristine floor as the hand that held it reached up for her face to pull her closer. She, too, grasped onto him, arms wrapping around his slender but toned waist, pulling him closer.

Her touch was intoxicating, like the finest cheese from the richest cheese fondue. He was losing himself in that richness, his hands roaming her body, and slipping beneath her robes. His hands roamed her body gracefully, his touch filled with need and frustration.

Perhaps this façade isn't so bad after all if it meant having her like this. Perhaps this façade isn't bad at all if it meant having her…