Flame's Various TNT Duo Oneshots

Dark Temptations to a Weary Soul

AU: Fae
Warnings: Non-Consensual Touching/Kissing/Cuddling, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Neglect, Drug-Like Magic, Quackity is a fae and doesn't understand the idea of consent, he's also extremely eldritch.

Description: 
Wilbur belonged nowhere, cast away from every door he turned to. No matter where he went, no matter who he spoke to, the second the topic of his blindfold came up he had to leave.
His eyes got him into a lot of trouble, you see. Two different colors that made villagers whisper of magic and the fae. 
Wilbur is tired. He's never had a spark of magic. He's never encountered a fae. He doesn't know why his eyes are like this. 
He just knows that they are, and that they make him a target of scrutiny and scorn. 
Humans saw him as something cursed. A horrible omen that would darken their doorsteps. 
The fae, as he'll come to learn, think he's beautiful. 

Notes: A challenge from one of my server members to write a dark fic with Seelie fae instead of Unseelie fae. Warnings that Quackity is a bastard. And he's manipulative. And Wilbur is definitely not feeling great. Also heads up: Wilbur uses they/it pronouns for Quackity throughout a majority of the fic until later down the line because y'know. Inhuman creature that Wilbur is fucking terrified of. Fae steal gender and pronouns and Wilbur does not want to fuck around and find out. No thank you. No misgendering and offending any fae for him. Noooo thanks. He chooses life.

Quackity and Wilbur at the beginning of the story: mutual dumbassary
The end of the story: Wilbur sobbing on the ground while Q skips around him humming wedding music

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Fear was the driving factor behind society as Wilbur knew it.

Fear of magic, fear of the creatures that were born with it in their veins, fear of those that knew how to wield it. Everywhere Wilbur went there was fear, his black cloak flowing behind his steps as he traveled from town to town with a dark blindfold tied around his eyes. Every village had an inherent fear within their streets, usually of strangers. But also of each other. Wilbur, despite keeping his eyes covered, never missed the suspicious stares and side eyes that would pass around a village. Not just at him, but at their own neighbors, their friends and family.

Fear was alive everywhere.

Wilbur chose to blame the fae for the rampant fear that casted such a bleak outlook on life. Everyone was afraid of the vicious entities that roamed the forests. Everyone knew settling next to a forest was asking for it, settling inside one even more so. And yet, often times there was no other choice for small villages. Nobility and royalty claimed valleys and plains for their homes, building massive cities far away from dense forests that most fae are said to roam.

Most villagers had no choice.

Wilbur's village had no choice.

He grew up next to a forest. He grew up learning to fear it, as was their way of life. Collecting lumber from nearby trees and clearing bushes was always a risk. Going inside to forage for fruits, berries, and herbs was equally dangerous. And gods forbid you be a hunter of any kind. Killing anything within a forest might result in a fae's anger.

The fae were weakened by iron and a few specific types of wood and herbs. It was their only means of defense against the supernatural entities.

But they never failed to be suspicious of those within their community.

His village always thought that he was a changeling or a half-fae because of his eyes. Either that, or he was cursed at birth by the fae for settling so close to their lands.

Wilbur was born with everyone thinking he was normal. There was, thankfully, no complications with his birth. Everything had gone smoothly. Too smoothly really.