"I know you darling...you're not attracted to such weakness..."
"You only said you liked me so I'd let you leave..."
"I didn't think i would....be so fucking pathetic..."
Each sentence made Quackity regret his actions more and more. He had 3 choices from what he could tell,
1) be honest to Wilbur about his lie and tell the villian he'd never once liked him
2) double down and say he was attracted to Wilbur and not Siren
3) say he was more attracted to Siren but that any version of Wilbur was more enough for him and he'd learn to love this side of him too
He didn't like any of those options when it came down to it. He opted to stay quiet and let Wilbur get it out of his system, he would be comforting yet as distant as he could be.
He set 2 rules to follow in however long it would take to be free. Rule 1 was to not fall for Wilbur, no matter how stupidly charming or cute he was. Rule 2 was lie as little as possible, he did not want Wilbur to catch on before he could escape the villian.
He swallowed thickly when Wilbur's rant ended and the older squeezed him tightly, he'd let himself be Wilbur's for a little while but he would not catch feelings. To make sure of this he came up with a strategy, every day he would write down what he hated about the taller. If Wilbur brought him a diary or journal that was.
He did. A few days later actually.
June 14th
-he's too tall
-he's a murderer
-he's psychotic
-he's my enemy
-he kissed me on the hand and cheek multiple times despite the fact that i was taken
-he sings all the time
-his eyes are stupid and the colour of blood
-he probably drinks blood
-he's too warm and i get sweaty when he cuddles me
June 15th
-he wakes up super fucking early
-he's a psychopath
-he's killed people
-he sings too loudly in the shower when i want to sleep
-is annoyingly good at board games
-he's destroyed buildings for fun
June 16th
-he wore heeled boots and i looked tiny
-he's stupidly good at flirting
-he's too confusing
-he's a mass murder
-he leveled a city
-he sleep talks
June 17th
-he took me outside today
June 18th
-he kidnapped me
-he's a murderer and psychopath
-he destroyed people's lives and homes
-he's tall
-takes up too much bed room
June 19th
-plans everything fucking perfectly
-never stutters when reading out loud
-is always making me eat healthy food
-cuddles.every.damn.minute. Even when I'm trying to shower!
-guilt trips me with puppy dog eyes
June 23rd
-Took us on a small trip and payed for everything, even new clothes for me
-knows my size in clothing????
-wouldn't let me take the journal on the trip
-made us stay at his old holiday house with dust. I kept sneezing.
-said my sneezes were adorable
June 24th
-he's too tall to smack on the head
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June 25th
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Nothing. He couldn't think of a single thing he hated about Wilbur and it was infuriating him!
The avain threw the book against the wall just as Wilbur himself entered, wisely choosing not to comment, he sat on the bed with his phone watching what Quackity assumed was a live stream of some kind. Quackity picked up his diary and set it down in the draw he'd been given, filled with small gifts from the taller as well as coloured pencils he was yet to use. Angrily walking over he sat beside Wilbur staring at his face, the two had become more comfortable with eachother. Past the akward phase of accidentally triggering ptsd attacks and the like.
Quackity's act had stopped, it had been a long afternoon and he didn't have the energy to pretend to be soft and sweet. Not that Wilbur minded in the slightest, no he was much happier to have the prematurely retired hero back to his sarcastic self.
The avain had learned Wilbur always admired his fire, the way in wich he pushed on against impossible odds. It...suprised Quackity to say the least, no one had ever complimented the side of him that was petty, sarcastic and witty. Especially after being on the reciving end of it for 13 years. Scrutinising the olders face he thought for a long time, to him it was long for Wilbur it was 15 minutes, very thoroughly analysing him until the thought of something. Something he hated about Wilbur.
June 25th
-i can't love or hate him enough for it to matter
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Alone With Him
FanfictionQuakity, a famous hero either loved or hated by the civilians he saves. Phantom, the lesser known but most dangerous of the Crow Father's sons. The two had been rivals for years and hated eachother but...hate can blend with passion and passion can t...
