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A Different Type of Cure

Summary: Finally, he's finally figured out the cure to your horrid little curse!

Surely his plan will all go just the way he pictured, with no tricks from you, right? ....right?

Pairing: Licorice Cookie x Reader

Warnings: None needed, some swearing, there's kissing and maybe some suggestive lines, the smallest bit of angst

Notes: Licorice thinks he finally figured out the cure to your curse, maybe you can help him with it. Gender neutral reader!

Sequel fic to A Different Type of Curse

All the positivity from the first chapter made me really happy.. I've never gotten responses like that before, I'm really glad you all liked it, and I hope you like this part too!! 💙

Finally, finally! After months and months of suffering from your damn curse, Licorice is positive he's figured out the cure! It may have taken awhile to think of a cure, he may have had to...ugh, ask for help, only because it was hard to focus due to the curse, if it wasn't for that he would have been done with you the moment you tried cursing him! It doesn't matter that he's been thinking about you for months, it doesn't matter he stays up far too late thinking about how soft your hands are, what it'd feel like to kiss you, it doesn't matter that he- Ahem! He isn't cured yet, he can't keep getting distracted like this..! He's so close to finally being free of these damn thoughts, he just needs to find you-  Licorice likes to think he's rather tall, but even if he is, it's not easy trying to find someone in a crowd, even if that someone is as beautiful as yo- this curse really is getting out of control.. Licorice ignored how the people he passed looked at him concerned, he was grumbling, obviously annoyed, he hated how he could tell he had gotten flustered from the warmth he felt from his cheeks on his hands. After he's cured he's going to make you pay for what you did to him, how? He doesn't know yet, but he doesn't care. Distracted by his thoughts he didn't hear the small gasp from behind him, he didn't hear the footsteps walking towards him despite how fast they were, what he did notice? He felt arms around him. A hug. Licorice stiffened and was about to curse out the fool that thought they could just run up and touch him, when he looked behind him and felt his blood run cold (or did he feel his heartbeat quicken? He doesn't know.) You. You. You were certainly brave, even if it was idiotic of you. Licorice opened his mouth to speak, his mouth felt incredibly dry all of a sudden, you seemed too- too excited, too happy to let him speak first. How truly disgusting, he thought. Though he was more disgusted at himself for thinking it was cute. "Licorice! I've been looking everywhere for you! It's been a few weeks since we last talked, I missed you!" The way you smiled at him, eyes shut while you giggled and told Licorice that you missed him.. It felt like he was dying. This was it, you knew he was trying to cure himself, you're trying to finish him off. His face was hot, his hands were sweaty, his heart- god his heart was beating so fast and loud he swore you could hear it. You were killing him. Licorice finally snapped out of his daze and realized you had spun him around so you were both facing each other, if his face got any hotter he felt like he'd catch on fire. "Y-you damn- you devil! you absolute witch! You think you- you think you can kill me? You think you can kill Licorice cookie?! Since we last talked I've been- I've been working hard on a cure to your damn curse, and you won't stop me now! I just need a few more things and I'll-"

he hated how the curse was making him weaker, the stutter in his voice, the way he couldn't keep eye contact with you, if he lived past this he was going to kill you. Licorice was about to start ranting again when he noticed something at the corner of your eyes, his breath hitched- There was no way, was this supposed to be the finishing move? The final act that killed him? Him making you cry? "D-don't you try that, y-you demon-" you cut him off, startling Licorice with your unusual tone. "Licorice I- thi-this whole curse joke was funny at first but..but I don't like it, did I do something to make you dislike me..? If I did-" you looked down, not wanting to look him in the eyes while you talked, That had to be what was supposed to end him. "Please just tell me..I'll leave you alone, I just wanna apologize for whatever I did."

Licorice felt a...a different ache in his chest, not the usual pains from thinking about you, this time the pain felt worse. "Y-you..I.." Licorice kept looking down at you, you glanced him and he turned his head, looking to the side, "If you..if you truly didn't curse me then who..who did? Who would try to kill me by making all my thoughts be about you...?" He mumbled the last part, apparently not quiet enough as it turns out, when he saw your head snap up. "Huh- what?? That's not.. Licorice can you tell me more about this uh..this curse?"

Licorice looked back down at you, your tears have stopped, it looks like you're blushing, what, were you cursed too? "...for.. months, months since we first met all of my thoughts..they've been plagued by you, it doesn't matter the time of day, what I'm doing, I can't get you out of my head, I start to feel sick, my face gets hot and sweaty, I feel like I'm about to have a heart attack the way my chest gets.. it's a curse, is it not? No normal person acts like this..!"

Licorice had shut his eyes when he began his explanation, fearing the face you'd make at him admitting weakness. And for good reason, you truly were a demon, you had started to giggle upon hearing his symptoms of the curse, it had to be because you- "I like you too, Licorice." He snapped his eyes open, mouth open in confusion as he looked down at you, You- you liked- you..you what? He..what? Huh?  "W-witch, I have no idea what you m-mean..!" Licorice's face had started to heat up again, much to his dismay. "Nerd, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you either, and it's cause I like you, I have a crush on you, why do you think I've been looking for you? I was gonna finally confess when we talked but.. apparently you thought wanting to kiss me was a curse?"

You smiled up at him, obviously taunting him with your curse. "Y-you- HEY! I said no such thing about- about kissing you! I wouldn't dream of it! Even if I actually have dreamt abou- THAT'S- that doesn't matter! You won't be able to convince me you didn't curse me..!"

Licorice tried to stop from looking at your lips, he truly tried not too, but he couldn't help himself because of the curse, the curse he was slowly starting to believe he didn't actually have. Did he..was this really all because of a....a crush? "Mhm? You've never thought about it? Because I have, a lot. If you still think you have a curse, maybe a kiss would break the spell, that's how it always goes, right?"

You giggled again as you stepped closer, making Licorice back into a wall until it was right behind him. Maybe he..maybe he really wasn't cursed, and if he was...a kiss does usually break a spell, what would be the harm..? "F..fine, just one kiss, you witch.."

Licorice tried to hold in a laugh when he saw your surprised face, did you expect him to just yell and try and curse you? Cute. He admitted it, you were cute. It made his chest feel the same as before, his heart beating so fast he felt like he'd die, his face warm with a blush, hands sweaty, But it was nice. You made him feel nice. Licorice let out a laugh as he looked down at you,  "Come now, you're going to break this curse, yes? So hurry up and kiss me."

Perhaps it would take a few times to break the curse, the way your skin felt so soft when he placed his hand on your cheek, the way your lips felt even better than he imagined, the way he felt utter bliss when you two kissed.. Surely you'd have to do this again, and again, and again, and who knows how many more times. Breaking a curse was hard work, after all.

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A Different Type of Curse

Summary: Licorice knew a curse when he saw one, or rather, felt one. The way just thinking about you for a mere second clouded all his thoughts for the entire day?

Surely you must be up to something.

These feelings, these plagued thoughts, all because of one person,

It's a curse.

It has to be, right?

...right?

Pairing: Licorcie Cookie x Reader

Warnings: None needed, there's very brief death talk but it's Licorice overreacting

Notes: Licorcie really isn't good with romantic feelings, which is why he's convinced he's been cursed. Reader is gender neutral!

Sequel fic is now out: A Different Type of Cure

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How dare you?

No, really, how dare you curse him, curse Licorice?!

You may act like you did no such thing but Licorice was no fool, he could tell when he's been cursed (not because of his own cursed backfiring on him, he just had lots of enemies!)

He knew it was a curse by the way all his thoughts would be plagued by you for an entire day if he saw you, if someone mentioned you, even if all he did was think about you for a mere second.

By the way he felt dizzy and hot, like he had been sick for days, if all that happened was your hands brushed against each other, if you caught him staring at you and you- the devilish thing you were, smiled at him?

His cheeks would be dusted crimson, face slick with sweat, if you dared to talk to him, whether it be a short greeting or god forbid an attempt at a conversation with him. Thankfully he'd scare you off when you tried that, yell about how he'd get you back, how he'd make sure you knew no peace when he figured out a curse horrid enough for someone like you.

Though it would just make your curse on him even worse, you'd just laugh off his threats and feign innocence at his accusations about you cursing him, you would always let out a terrible sound, one that sent shivers down his spine, others may think of it as a mere laugh, a simple giggle, but the way it made him feel?

Surely it was the act of a devil.

He hates to think about the time you dared to put a hand on his forehead, you said you were worried about him, you thought maybe he was acting like this due to a fever,

Your touch on his forehead made him feel sick.

Yes, that was it, he felt sick, he didn't wish to think about this memory nearly every day, he didn't want to acknowledge the way his heart skipped a beat the moment you stepped closer toward him, the way he seemed to long for your touch, wanting to nuzzle into your hand, wanting to hold your hand, wanting to hug you, kiss you-

He shook his head to try and ignore those horrid, troublesome thoughts, he had to pay attention to his current project, he didn't have time to think about you of all people, he didn't have time to think about how kind you were to him the moment you two met, how you tried to get closer to him, he didnt have time to imagine how your lips would feel on his.

He felt his chest beat faster, he had to figure out what kind of curse you had put on him, he wouldn't be able to get any work done today if all he did was stand around and think about you, even if that unfortunately had been what was going on the past few months. He's honestly surprised your curse doesn't seem to be deadly, at least yet.

Perhaps it's meant to ease him into a false sense of security, if he stops thinking about you he'll be fine, but then at any random time the deadly parts of the curse could take effect, surely you'd laugh at him, laugh at how he never managed to rid himself of your curse, and in his dying breaths he'd barely have the strength to get you back.

That was your plan, it had to be!

You were trying to kill him! A horrifically slow way, who knows how long it'll take? A few more weeks? Months? Years?

It sickened him how all he could think of was if he'd get to see you before he'd die, if you'd hold him, if you'd still fake the kindness you've been giving him, how he hoped for it.

Yes, it positively disgusted him how he felt how hot his face was when he brought a hand up to check himself, maybe it was some kind of fire curse, were you trying to get him to combust into flames at the thought of you?

You were truly horrid. He hated you, absolutely hated you.

It didn't matter to him how he felt a pang of guilt at just the thought of saying he hated you, it didn't matter. It was just your cruel curse, it was nothing else.

He swears one of these days he's going to go straight up to you and demand you stop your curse, even if he doesn't have something planned for you, he'll make you tell him what you've done to him.

He swears it.

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You honestly didn't know what to do, you tried to make friends with the man, you talked to him whenever you saw him, laughed at his jokes, your favorite was whenever he says he's going to make a special curse, just for you.

It makes your heart skip a beat, even if he's just joking.

You offer him help, you carry things for him when it seems he got too much, he always gets flustered at that.

It's adorable.

You thought he was sick with a fever, you felt his forehead with your hand, you were going to kiss it to check (something you picked up from your mother as a child.) but he pulled away and accused you of cursing him! You may have known a few things about magic but certainly not enough to curse someone!

And even if he didn't believe you when you tried to tell him, you'd especially never curse someone you had a crush on.

Though you don't think you'd be telling Licorice that last part anytime soon..

You sighed, maybe he just doesn't like you? The thought made your chest hurt, you truly hoped that wasn't the case.

You tell yourself that maybe he's just shy, not used to someone trying to be close to him, but you don't think he's that obvious to a person with a crush, even if you'd like to think you keep it a secret, your friends had teased you about it the moment you two met.

Did his friends do the same? The thought scares you, was he creeped out by you..?

You'd bring it up to him one of these days, you swear it.