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[Oneshot] Cursed Love

Characters: Stacy (OC) x Alfons (ikevil) Rating: M Length: 2886 words Warning: mention of drugs, rape, assalt and murder Arthor's note: This is and half-ass attempt in translation, I just ran everything through GG translate and fixed it up a bit for a smoother delivery. Please pardon TvT

Original version in Vietnamese

What is love? Why does it drive people crazy? Honestly, she doesn't know anymore, she only knows that she will be haunted by it for the rest of her life, by a love that is as unattainable as a fantasy.

“She’s holding something, run!”

The children ran frantically, leaving behind a pink-haired girl standing in front of her house, in her hand was the family frying pan, a self-defense "shield" that she had chosen to fend off those malicious pebbles. Realizing that none of them dared to come back, her anger began to subside, at which point she lightly snorted and then quietly returned to the house. Those boys are truly stupid, even if they throw it again, she will not cry.

Since the day her father became seriously ill and passed away, Stacy's life has changed somewhat. Her mother's work seemed to get even busier, her sister rarely had free time because she had to focus on studying, so having to stay home alone became a normal thing to her. She understood that her family was facing difficulties, so she told herself to become strong. She began to learn to be independent, reminding herself to think of others and absolutely, there would be no crying. Only children would cry so easily.

But in the end, there is a limitation to how strong an eight-year-old child could be, and instead there was only a growing feeling of loneliness.

“Wow, the bride is really pretty. He is truly blessed.”

She heard the adults whispering to each other, her eyes once again turned to the slender back of the girl striding down the aisle. Ah, so that's what it was, that's exactly what their relationship was like.

Lucas is a young artist, he just moved near her house about half a year ago. She remembered the times when she came home from school and saw him sitting in the front yard drawing, remembered the way he waved to her with a smile like sunshine, and remembered the way he proudly showed off the painting he had just finished. One time, he even noticed and complimented her hairpin that day, saying how cute it was. She wasn’t sure if it was sincere or not, but it still made her feel very happy. It's probably been a long time since someone could make her smile like that.

Yet today, when she looked at him happily standing next to his bride, she just felt numb inside. There's something heavy in her chest, a choking feeling that just won't go away. She should have been happy that a good person like him was able to find the love of his life. She should have done that, instead of wondering if this was what heartbreak feel like.

Could this be love? But how was that possible? She was only fourteen after all.

“Didn't I already tell you? I don't like you anymore."

Frustratingly talking to the boy walking next to her, Stacy could only wish if there was a switch to turn off all the sounds out there. She really didn't expect the result to turn out to be this troublesome.

Sixteen years old, what a beautiful age when the first vibrations of love begin to form at schools. She thought that she should be like that too, that her unrequited love with Lucas should come to an end already. So she started taking interest in a classmate, who coincidentally also had feelings for her. This was quickly discovered by their friends, and the two soon became a couple. At that time, she thought that finally, her life would be normal just like others.

Not long after, she realized that she was wrong. Perhaps influenced by novels, she unconsciously expected a romantic love story between the two. But she forgot that a teenage boy wouldn’t have experience in love, and couldn’t deeply understand her somewhat chaotic feelings. She couldn't trust to open her heart to that person, and she couldn't even try to work it out for this love was fleeting and pretentious. If she already realized that this was not love, then what reason does she have to stay?

So she, the one who confessed her feeling first, ended up also being the cold-hearted one and took the initiative to say goodbye.

“I guess he finally gave up.”

Checking the recent mails, she suddenly realized that she no longer saw the name Flynn Hammond anywhere. Maybe there was a bit of regrets, but this would be better for the both of them.

After the love affair of her school days ended, that annoying love came back to harass her in a new form. Flynn noticed that she has stopped going to class so he tried to contact her, but in the end he only received the answer that she no longer felt suitable for studying. She couldn't say that she seemed to have gone crazy, that she had been cursed with some kind of strange power. Yet he still understood her suffering, he never dug too deep, and at the same time only shared trivial stories about himself to relieve her of pressure. Perhaps thanks to that, the chaos inside her was able to calm down somewhat.

Then whatever happens will happen. He confessed that he had secretly liked her for a long time. But at that time she didn't want to repeat the same mistake, so the only thing she could do was to refuse. After that, he had mostly stopped coming to see her, only occasional letter deliveries are what’s left. Countless times she asked herself about this unnamed relationship, whether or not she should give him and herself a chance. It's just a pity that by the time she started thinking about choosing courage, he was no longer here. It turned out that his patience could only last for five years.

Maybe, she just doesn't deserve to be with such good people.

“Mr. Hood, please…!”

“Stop resisting Stacy, I've been waiting for this day for a long time.”

With her hands pinned to the bed, suddenly all she could do was to suppress her moans when the Baron kissed her neck. She knew that this was wrong, and knew that she should resist, but still her body kept shaking with excitement every time she was touched. There was no way just a little alcohol could make her become like that.

Alexander Hood is a young Baron who just received his title after his father unfortunately passed away. He has a handsome and knowledgeable appearance, and a gentle voice that knows how to say sweet words that make many girls fall in love. Perhaps that's why, even after being drugged and raped, she still foolishly believed that he did it because he really had feelings for her. Besides believing in that fake love, what else can she do to protect herself?

She thought life couldn't get any more miserable, but in just a few months, he had officially got himself a prestigious noble wife. Still he used the excuse of political marriage to continue to have sex with her. When the affair was discovered, he did not hesitate to accuse her of seducing him, opening up a hellish period of time for the poor girl. Instead of getting her fired, the lady of the house forced her to be her personal maid and then freely tortured her, making her bow her head and apologize every day over trivial matters. The climax was when she was humiliated right in front of him, but the treacherous man indifferently ignored her, even acting like she didn't exist. That night, she secretly met him and begged, hoping that at least he still had some humanity left to free her from this place.

“Do you still think you have a chance with me? A slutty maid like you is just a whore that I can still get without having to spend any money.”

He is, perhaps, a demon. She wanted to kill him right then and there, but in the end she could only let him brutally beat her up then left her in the warehouse like a piece of trash with no value. She didn't know how long she had been crying, she only knew that when she woke up, she was no longer herself. With anger burning in her chest, she sneaked into his room when everyone was asleep, used each stab of the cold knife as a farewell, and made him die in silence right next to his equally cruel wife.

Crown is a secret organization operating under the authority of Queen Victoria, which gathers people with fairy curses. The first time she learned about it, Stacy finally understood why her life was so gloomy. At this moment everything seemed to get back to where it belonged, and so she quietly accepted her fate without a single word of complaint.

The curse makes her unable to stop pursuing love, it was so haunting that when Alfons offered a convenient illusion, she immediately indulged in it without any resistance.

“Because I have been taught well, so I, too, can love you plenty.”

Standing in front of "the person she loves", she did not hesitate to express her thoughts. She knew that what Alexander taught her was filthy, but if it could make him happy then she would be more than willing to do it. At that time, she just wanted to love him with all her heart, mind and body, which was a bit unexpected for Alfons. He originally just wanted to use some entertainment to comfort her, didn’t think that he would accidentally learn about how she had been hurt. It's so sad that she, who was once manipulated and treated like a sex toy, still desires love this much.

Then when she finally woke up, she could only resign herself to saying that she was too used to being taken advantage of.

“I just want to say that there are a lot of carnivores around here. If you keep being so cute, you might get gobbled up.”

“You shameless man”

Hearing her say that, Alfons just laughed loudly and sat down at the dining table, pretending not to see the hateful look she was sending his way. Surely the person who teased her the most here was Roger, but when it came to him, it was ten times more than that. It's true that you can't judge a book by its cover.

After a few months, her life at Crown gradually stabilized, and thanks to everyone, she could once again feel a new source of life sprouting in her heart. Most of the time everyone was very nice to her, even Roger was able to give appropriate instructions during practice. But it wasn't Will's gentle guidance, nor Liam's extreme kindness, what she remembered most was the reclusive kindness that Alfons had brought. He harassed her but never let her take the blame. He pretended not to care but only when it’s appropriate that he would show up. Not to mention the fact that he always helped Liam satisfy his curiosity, kept an eye on Elbert and kept him company over the years. Looking at those actions, she could hardly believe that he did everything simply for his own convenience.

Then just like that, unconsciously, she tried searching for the image of her imaginary lover that night in him.

"Get out"

“Fine then, if I'm not welcomed like that then please pardon me. Remember to rest well, and since your eyes are still not healed, don't cry alright?"

Alfons closed the door behind him, just in time to avoid the pillow she aimed at him. With those words he just said, he knew she would be angry. But to prevent her, and himself, from falling deeper, that was the only way.

It's been a few months since Stacy realized she has feelings for him. She tried to keep her distance and didn't think about pursuing him, all because she was afraid that she would lose the preciousness of the present. She knew there was no point in denying it, but moving forward didn't seem like an available option. All of her relationships so far have not had a happy ending, and he himself carries his own curse, so it's impossible to say whether this will be an exception. Perhaps that's why Elbert said Alfons hates being anyone's special person.

But then all her efforts were ruined by him. He was clearly not an idiot to not notice about her feelings, yet he gave her hope over and over again. Why must he have cared for her like that? Why didn't he wait until tomorrow to meet at the breakfast table instead of visiting her in her room? He had the audacity to bother her, then when asked about it, he continued to deem her an idiot and avoided the question. If that's the case, she would rather he didn't show up at all.

Never had she ever hated his kindness like she did right this moment.

"What's wrong? Wouldn't it be better for you if I died?”

“I said stop it!”

She raised her voice, feeling like her heart was starting to bleed again. She came here, worried about his injuries, yet he stubbornly continued this cruel joke of his. If something happened to him, how could she sit still?

"You've already heard about my fate, I'm afraid if you persist, it'll be in vain."

“Then think whatever you want! Because I won't give up on staying true to my own feelings."

Faced with that sarcastic smile, her chest would only burn hotter. He's such a bastard, a shameless, horrible, degenerated nightmare of a man. But it was also him who used that rotten image to save her, to say that because there were bastards like him, she didn't need to feel ashamed of herself. Because of him, she was able to accept and love herself, so there was no way she could easily give up on this love, no matter how evil and cruel he was.

Her curse has turned love into an obsession, the more she can't have it, the more she can't let go. And thanks to it, she now understands what it means to hate out of love.

If fate has planned for it to be like that, why not just live and die with this cursed love for once?

“If you want to die that much, then I will make sure you would die by my hands.”

Early in the morning, Stacy suddenly heard the door to her room open. Even without turning around, she could guess who the culprit was. Maybe it was because last time she took advantage of him going out at night to sneak into his room, so today he decided to take revenge on her. After waiting for a while, she finally felt the edge of the blanket being pulled up and a familiar warmth began to embrace her.

“Welcome home, Al”

“Good morning, my sweet kitten”

True to her name, she snuggled close to his chest like a cat asking to be petted, this time only smelling the faint scent of alcohol somewhere. He also gently stroked her hair, as if trying to lull her to sleep.

“Do you remember the day you threatened to kill me?”

“…? Why would you bring that up?” She looked up at him but again couldn't read the truth behind those eyes.

“Isn't it very convenient for us like this? Sooner or later, I will die at your hands, and then you will forget everything about me, then there will be no need to suffer anymore."

He smiled with amusement, but she knew it was just a cover to hide the painful feelings inside. Fate arranged for him to die without being remembered by anyone, and she would have to kill her love if she did not want to have her life taken away by that love. There had never been any records of people being able to escape the fate of the curse, but she knew everyone had a small hope that they would be an exception. What if what one needs to lift a curse isn't a miracle?

“There is still the opposite case. Furthermore, I can hold my grudge for a long time. If you dare to leave me behind, I will definitely remember it.”

“Aha! She's really so positive that she's stupid."

"I don’t mind being stupid, as long as I have you"

After saying that, she hugged him again, refusing to accept any criticism. She herself couldn't say she wasn't scared, but right now it was still too early to give up. If fate is inherently unfair, then she will find a way to cheat. After all, she no longer fits the image of a holy angel, so why should she worry about being obediently resigned like before?

Then at that moment, she suddenly felt his arms tighten, along with a sigh in her ear.

…

“If you say so, then I have no choice. Go crazy for me as much as possible, and regret it until you die for me."

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snowy-miko · 7 years

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nerf war

Pairing: nct dream x reader

Summary: “Those were literally the most dramatic deaths I’ve ever seen.”

doing stuff with the dreamies masterpost

“I have declared war!”

“I’m busy, go away.”

“I don’t think so,” Chenle sings, resting his chin on my shoulder from behind. I shrug him off.

“If I say I declared war, war shall happen,” Haechan says, poking my side. I turn to him and glare.

“Well you see, I’m in the middle of doing something important.”

“Taking a quiz on whether or not you’ll marry your favorite idol doesn’t seem like an important thing,” Jisung comments, sitting across from me at the table. I growl.

“If you looked at the screen, I��m buying a gift for someone not doing some quiz like that,” I huff before mumbling to myself. “Besides, I did that earlier.”

“Is that someone me?” Jaemin asks, grinning.

“No,” I say, shoving his face away. He pouts, putting his chin on top of his folded hands.

“Are you saying I bought these nerf guns for nothing?” Haechan asks, pulling eight of them from behind the couch. My eyes widen, wondering when he put them there.

“Didn’t Johnny buy those for-” Renjun begins before being cut off by Haechan’s hand. He smiles innocently and shakes his head.

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.”

“If I must, I’ll play since it looks like I won’t get anything done,” I say and stand up. Haechan’s eyes sparkle as he starts preparing the nerf guns. “Are you boys joining?”

“I guess so,” Renjun shrugs and chuckles.

“You’re going down!” Chenle exclaims.

“Let’s kick some butt!” Jisung grins.

“You better watch out,” Jeno smirks.

“This is gonna be fun!” Mark comments.

“I’m so winning,” Jaemin nods and crosses his arms.

“So you, Renjun, Chenle and I are on a team. Mark, Jeno, Jaemin and Jisung on the other team.”

“How much planning did you put into this?”

“I wanted to play since last week, but we didn’t have the guns.”

I chuckle and ruffle his hair. “You need to do something else in your free time.”

“Should we get into position?” Haechan smirks.

“Wait, we’re playing in my house?”

“Where else?”

“Anywhere, but here?”

The boys stare blankly at me and I sigh.

“THIS IS WAR,” Chenle exclaims, firing the first shot and hitting Renjun.

“Hey! I’m your teammate!”

“NO ONE’S SAFE AROUND CHENLE THE GREAT.”

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” I mumble.

“You’re out, Renjun,” Mark hums.

“What? No! That doesn’t count!” He whines before walking to the stairs. He sits down on the step, sulking away.

“We haven’t started yet, come here.”

Renjun grins, running over to our team.

“FIND COVER, THEY’RE ATTACKING.”

We scurry around to find furniture to hide behind. We quickly move them around, trying to build a fort.

“Don’t make the walls so high! They’re going to fall over,” Renjun says while Chenle and Haechan are trying to stack the chairs. He turns to me and pouts. He points at them. “Talk some sense into them.”

I scoff. “They won’t listen to me.”

“I got this,” Haechan shushes us.

“See! Nobody ever listens to me.”

“Now you know how I feel!” Mark yells from the opposite side of the room.

“I feel your pain, Mark.”

“Get serious, it’s time to kick some Dreamies butt!” Chenle yells.

“But aren’t you Dreamies too?”

“Just have fun, you nerd.” Haechan pokes his tongue out at me. I huff.

“ATTACK!” The other side screeches, jumping out from their spots. Our eyes widen as we try to use our shield as best as we can.

“NO, WE’RE NO COWARDS. LET’S FIGHT!” Renjun exclaims, standing up to give his speech. We watch in admiration before a bullet bounces off his head. He pouts, making us snicker.

“RENJUN’S OUT!” Jeno yells and the other side erupts in celebration.

“I was giving a speech,” He pouts, walking to the stairs to sulk again.

“Let him back in.”

“This is war, you can’t revive soldiers!” Jaemin yells and Renjun sticks his tongue at the younger boy as he runs back to base.

“Now, we start for real!” Mark declares.

Bullets go flying everywhere as the sound of our yelling increases with every passing second.

“Mark, at the count of three, we shoot.”

“Haechan, we’re on opposite teams!”

Haechan immediately turns to us. “Chenle, Renjun, at the count of three, we shoot.”

“FIRE!” Renjun and Chenle stands up and yells, ignoring the fact that Haechan never gave his signal.

“YEAH!” Jisung exclaims.

“CHARGE!” Jeno yells as they move towards us while dodging our wild bullets. Swinging the cushions around, the bullets barely miss us.

Then, it happened.

Jeno was the first one to be hit.

Jaemin gasps, immediately running to his side. Jeno gasps for air, his hands trembling with his nonexistent blood.

“This is the moment where friendship is tested,” Renjun whispers as we watch in anticipation.

“NO, YOU CAN’T DIE ON ME!”

“But I must, I’ve been shot.”

“NO.”

“DON’T FORGET ME!” Jeno exclaims before his head goes limp. I facepalm and shake my head. Jaemin sniffles and wipes away fake tears.

“No man left behind!” Jaemin cries as he tries to drag Jeno’s body across the floor. Jisung climbs out from base and tries to help him. A bullet hits the wall beside them and their eyes widen.

Jisung giggles and runs off. “Bye!”

“JISUNG.”

“Leave me, Jaemin.”

“How are you still talking when you’re dead?” Jaemin asks, his head tilting to the side.

“JUST GO PROTECT YOURSELF, STOP WORRYING ABOUT MY BODY.”

“YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MY BEST FRIEND, LEE JENO.”

“Go!”

As Jaemin runs back to base, silence overwhelms us. We watch for any sign of movement on the opposing team, waiting for the right moment to attack.

“I spot the enemy, over,” Chenle says, imitating the sound of a walkie talkie when it cuts out.

“I see him too, over,” Renjun whispers, repeating what Chenle did.

“What are you doing? We’re literally three feet away from each other, not even.”

“Be quiet,” Haechan says and puts a hand on my mouth.

“We can hear you too, you know?” Mark says, making everyone laugh.

“Reload your guns, we’re about to ambush them,” Chenle commands and we do just that.

“Do the same thing,” Jisung shouts as they hurry to do the same. As both teams reload, we stand up and aim our nerf guns at each other.

“Put the gun down and no one gets hurt,” Mark says.

“Oh, but someone does.” Haechan smirks. “AND THAT SOMEONE WILL BE YOU.”

Chaos breaks loose as bullets go flying around the living room. Everyone yells at the person they’re trying to aim for.

“MAN DOWN!” Chenle exclaims, making Renjun and I whip around to look at the Haechan laying in his arms. Chenle cries and sniffles. Renjun covers for me as I rush to Haechan and hold his hand. He coughs a few times before throwing red ribbon from his side. He forms a pool of red ribbon near him.

“Wait what?”

“This is not the time for confusion! Haechan’s dying!” Chenle cries.

“No, I know. I’m just wondering where you even got the red ribbon,” I mumble, holding down on his fake wound.

“Come closer.”

“What is it?” I ask, bringing my ear closer to his mouth.

“I-I.”

“Yeah?”

“I hate Mark Lee.”

“That’s all you had to tell me?” I scoff, pulling away.

“REMEMBER THE NAME, LEE DONGHYUK!”

And then he dies.

“NO, I’VE BEEN HIT!” Mark gasps, clutching his shirt where his heart is. Renjun smiles in victory.

“WE’RE LOSING MEN!”

“Men,” I snicker.

“Let’s dominate them!” Jisung sniffles, wiping away fake tears. He charges in while Jaemin tries to tell him to stay back. “THIS ONE IS FOR JENO AND MARK.”

He was shot in the head with Chenle’s bullet. The boys snicker as Jisung takes his time to collapse to the ground before dying.

“Jaemin, you’re our last hope.”

“I’ll avenge you, Jisung! You too, Mark, Jeno!”

With good aim, Jaemin shoots Chenle in the chest. He lets out a loud yell, collapsing to his knees.

“I was too young and beautiful to die!”

“Maybe just young,” Renjun sighs, patting the younger boy’s shoulder. Chenle glares at Renjun before falling down beside Jisung, coming face to face with him. They giggle.

“It’s you and me versus Jaemin.”

“We got this, right?”

“I don’t know, do we?” He smirks, revealing the many bullets he somehow collected in his pockets.

“I’m so glad you’re on our team, Renjun.”

“Me too,” He grins. We load up our guns and Renjun jumps over our fort. He does a roll into kneeling, aiming his gun at Jaemin. I roll my eyes and walk to the other side of Jaemin’s fort, surrounding him.

“GO JAEMIN!” His teammates cheer, giggling.

“DON’T LET THE TEAM DOWN,” Jisung yells.

“You can do it!” Jeno cheers.

“I CAN AND WILL DO THIS!” Jaemin exclaims, jumping up from his spot and sending a bullet to Renjun. Renjun hurriedly aims his gun and shoots at Jaemin, but misses as he dodges it skillfully.

“NO!” Chenle cries as Renjun collapses to the ground.

“I can see the light,” He extends his hand upward and coughs.

“Get away from the light!”

Jaemin snickers. He rolls before standing up and aiming the gun at me. I quickly stand up as we’re put into a standoff.

“It looks like it’s just you and me.” Jaemin smirks.

“It seems so.” I cock my head and smirk.

“DON’T SCREW THIS UP,” Haechan yells, cupping his hands around his mouth.

“IF YOU DON’T WIN, I’M SPAMMING YOU FOR A WEEK!” Chenle exclaims.

“Wow, my teammates are so supportive,” I scoff and roll my eyes.

“I’m cheering you on!” Renjun mumbles and I send him a thankful smile.

“You know, you’ve always been my favorite?”

“DON’T GIVE INTO LIES.”

“I’m surprised you even made it this far, Jaemin.”

“Hey.” He pouts.

“I’m joking! I’m sorry!”

“JAEMIN, THIS IS THE OPPORTUNITY TO WIN!” Jisung shouts.

“DO IT NOW!” Haechan complains, wanting me to hurry and win.

“It looks like I’m going to win, Jaemin.”

“Says who?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Says me.” I smirk and pull the trigger.

It was too late. He was shot.

Jaemin places a hand on his chest where the bullet bounced off of. He drops to his knees and then lays on his back.

“Goodbye, cruel world. It was nice knowing you all,” He gasps before sticking his tongue out and closing his eyes.

“WE WIN!” The boys on my team cheer, running to me and engulfing me in a group hug. I laugh and grin, celebrating with my boys.

“VICTORY SCREECH!” Chenle shouts. The opposing team rush to the dead Jaemin, trying to bring him back to life.

“Come back to us, Jaemin!” Mark pouts.

“You can make it back!” Jeno shakes him back and forth while Jisung rubs his hands together.

“Clear!” Jisung yells before pressing them against Jaemin’s chest.

“I’m okay,” Jaemin says, pulling his members into a hug. They look over to us with big smiles. The Dreamies bring me along into their group hug.

“That was fun,” Jisung comments.

“We should do it again,” Renjun adds.

“I’m a genius with good ideas, huh?” Haechan asks with a proud smile.

“Those were literally the most dramatic deaths I’ve ever seen.”

#I wish I could see the boy fooling around like this with each other #miss these babies #when will Jaemin be back?

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