Wilbur, age 25. He has been obsessed with a certain fox and he just has to have him. But does this fox feel the same? Only time will tell in this semi-rushed fanfic.
Boyfriend to Death and all its properties such as Lawrence, Ren, and The Braying Mu...
He wanted him. More than anything, he was willing to do anything. He just wanted to hold him, okay maybe more than hold, more like kiss and love him. He just needed to talk to him, yeah. Talk to him. But he didn't know how to go about it. There is this little, well actually it's not so little, beast inside his brain that tells him things to do to that ginger haired boy. Such horrible things. He wanted him so badly, it was more than a crush, it was borderline obsession at this point. He couldn't get him out of his head, he couldn't stop thinking about him. Around the clock it's always thoughts about this redhead, and his lovely body. His eyes, how they shine. He was always thinking about him. He was starting to have visions of the ginger haired boy which didn't help how badly he wanted him, it only made him want that twink more.
Wilbur, a college dropout who works at Fruits and Shoots the Smoothie and (Fake)Weapons shop in Canada. He has fallen in love with a fox beastkin named Ren. He's 25 with light pink hair, dark blue eyes, and is a little overweight. He is left handed and an artist who sells his art on the side.
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Wilbur Stavenhauser, Irish and German decent, consumer of snuff. Two faced, he's a Gemini. He's a horny pansexual stalker. He is part snake.
Trigger warnings: Rape/Dub-con, drug use, kidnapping, self-harm, anything that comes with BTD comes with this story, egg laying, and light slur usage.
