Archive of Our Own ^beta

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This my first fanfic! I have no clue what i’m doing, ignore that fact its 2025!
Meet my Oc Nox! (Idk how to put pictures so there are none i’ll just put basic info)

Nox
White hair
Dark eyes
Goat ears
Goat horns are broken and smaller than nubs that are hidden by his hair
No tail
5’8
Uh yeahhhh :b

UPDATE

i found out images work, here are found & l’manburg arc Nox!

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Tommy was looking for a sheep, why? Because Wilbur, that fucker, requested mutton for his weird ass fox kid. Who bangs a half fish woman, AND GETS A FURRY?! No hate to furries, but like…math isn’t mathing. He had slashed one earlier, but it had gotten away, probably dead in a hole.

Theres a rustle in a bush, “who’s there?” Tommy asks, pulling out his sword quickly. He walks closer to moving bushes, and is met by a wide, dark, eyed man. A small stubble that he definitely should shave, and messy hair. A ragged shirt falling off one shoulder, and ears like tubbo’s. “Ah!” Tommy stumbled back, “the fuck dude?!” He yelled.

The stranger didn’t even flinch, standing annoyingly close with wide blank eyes. “Hello?” His soft blank voice was…almost concerning to tommy. Too innocent sounding for a man who looked around wilburs age.

“Uh- are you okay?” Tommy asked, stepping back.

The stranger blinked, then slowly nodded. The two just awkwardly stared at each other. “I’m looking for-“ tommy started, but was cut off.

“Sheep?” The man asked, walking over to bush, and dragging a dying sheep out, a clear slit on its side from tommy’s sword from earlier.

“Wha- how- uh- Thanks!” Tommy exclaimed, too happy to see a man pulling a dying sheep. Tommy quickly put it out of its misery and collected the mutton. “Uh- you don’t look so great- i’m sure Niki could patch you up back at l’manburg…” he suggested as he bagged the meat.

The stranger paused then nodded, following Tommy to this place he called ‘la man burg’

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“Willlll!” Tommy yelled as he entered the camaravan. “One; meat.” He chucked the bag to wilbur, who was sitting with the 10 year old fox boy, drawing. “Two; i met a guy-“

Wilbur’s face immediately lit up, standing up and putting the bag aside, “Tommy! Congrats! I’m so prou-“

Tommy immediately hushed him “EW! No! Not like that! I FOUND a homeless guy in the woods!”

“You found a homeless guy?” Wilbur asked, following Tommy out of the van. The man was standing outside, spacing out. His ear twitched and his head snapped towards them they came out. “Hey! I’m Wilbur!” Wilbur smiled, sticking out his hand for a handshake. The man stared then looked at his own hand, before finally shaking Wilburs. “Whats your name?” The brunette asked.

The stranger paused, “…Nox.” He said, like he just remembered. Looking into wilburs smiling face, and immediately pulling his hand back to his side.

Wilbur nodded, retracting his own hand, “nice to meet you, i see you have some scratches on you, I’ll take you to Niki so she can fix you up.” Wilbur motioned for The white haired man to follow him, who walked along. Tommy followed behind them.

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Nox sat on a cot, a nice woman with blonde and brown hair brushing his hair. She had also put little animal themed bandaids on his scratches. Outside four men were discussing something about countries, spies, and newcomers. Then Wilbur walked in, “Nox! We’ve decided to let you join L’manburg! My- OUR great country!” Wilbur spread his arms out in excitement.

Nox blinked “okay?” He sounded confused.

“You’re joining our country, you get to live here and wear the official uniform.” Wilbur explained. Nox just nodded.

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A few weeks after Nox joined, he became a pretty helpful guy, did whatever anyone asked, let kink patch him up if he git hurt, barely spoke. It was a little concerning at times though…

One night Eret was chugging coffee trying to get legal documents done, when he heard a thud. He rushed outside her house, sword in hand. To find Nox, fallen over. Face planted in the dirt road. “Uh- hey, kid. You okay?” They asked, walking over and helping Nox up.

Nox nodded, rubbing their head. “Why are you up this late?” Eret asked, to which nox mimicked the question. “Okay, fine. I am sorting good shipments for the war against the dsmp.” Nox just nodded as eret talked about shipping and import taxes that made no sense.

“God he’s so annnoying”
“We should just twist his dick off”
“NO twisting dicks! Its torture!…make it quick and easy, snap his neck in the doorframe.”
“But I like him”
“No one asked your damn opinion!”
The voices were fighting…Nox’s hated them, they made his head hurt.

Eret must’ve noticed him spacing out because he stopped talking and rested his hand on nox’s shoulder “you okay?” The white haired man nodded. “So…why ARE you out this late?” Nox shrugged. He din’t know he just couldn’t sleep.

“Hm, well wanna come inside? I can make some tea.” Eret suggests, Nox nods.

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The two sat on erets couch, legal work spread on the glass living room table. Nox had never had tea, he didn’t know he should even drink it…he sniffed it, pumpkins. Ew. Well, not ew- he’s never actually tasted pumpkin before. They just smelled funny, this doesn’t smell too bad though. Nox took a sip, a warm feeling spread through his chest, he shivered. Woah…

Nox chugged the rest, much to Erets amusement. “You like pumpkin spice?” He asked, the smaller man nodded. Eret ruffled his hair, man this guy was probably barley any years younger than the brunette, and already Eret felt paternal, maybe brotherly.

Nox flinched the minute erets hand went near his head, Eret took his hand away. “You okay?” The brunette asked.

Nox stood up, gave a small bow, “th-thanks you, night.” He put the cup down and sped walk off.

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[a few nights after the last chapter]

Tommy hears a noice…like an animal screaming. A dying cry- he shoots up in his bed. ‘What the fuck was that’ its dead silent…was he imagining it? No…it was TOO real. Tommy slips out of bed, moving past Wilburs bed, and out the van. The air is cold, crisp against his skin. HOLY SHIT- he jumps to the side as he steps in something…wet and sticky. Too thick too be water…it was dark too dark to tell what color it was. It smelled like iron…

Tommy crouches down, poking it, and like a fucking IDIOT; licks it off his finger- EGH was that blood?! Tommy starts coughing. Probably. Just more wolves eating off the pigs in the forest. Tommy shudders and goes back inside, “WWWWWIIIIIILLLLLL” he whines, loud enough get wilbur to shoot up from his slumber.

“Tommy?! Whats wrong?!” He asked, climbing out of bed and turning on his lamp, immediately checking Tommy’s arms for injuries.

Tommy huffs and pulls away, “the wolves are leaving dead animals places, again!” He complains, going back to his bed and flopping into it.

“Fine, i’ll go check it out.” He grabs a torch, going outside.

He examines the trail of blood with a sigh. Walking along side it, it led to the edge of the wall, then took a sharp right turn…to Nox’s house. Nox was an oddball, Wilbur excepted him…maybe too quickly. He originally said no Americans, but nox talked so less Wilbur couldn’t tell what he was.

Now this trail of blood was…suspicious. Wilbur walked closer, he stepped onto the barely made front porch to the one room hut Tommy helped the white haired man build. Right when Wilbur raised his hand to knock he heard it- gagging. Not any kind of gagging, convulsing. ‘Fuck it’ Wilbur charged in, opening the door.

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Nox sat, in a t-shirt and boxers, eyes blood shot, shaking, convulsing like he was vomiting nothing. Blood stained his face and shirt, tears running down his face. God…
Then the smell hit, Wilburs eyes darted to the dead sheep on the floor, blood everywhere. The sheep was ripped up, Wilbur could see its ribcage, bone and all. It was disgusting…and horrifying…and god Wilbur wanted- needed to help this man.

Wilbur crouched to Nox’s side, “hey-“ Nox flinched back, falling as he tried to scoot away, his body hitting the floor with a thump, a choked sob coming out. Wilbur blinked, ‘oh…you poor boy’ the brunette took off his sweater, draping it on the fallen boy.

Nox watched from the floor as Wilbur cleaned up. Sickness in the white haired mans stomach, his was still gagging and sobbing, the world was blurry, the brunette was blurry. He closes his eyes, and convulses, sick. It was disgusting but he felt a hand rubbing his back, soothing him.

It seems like forever before he finally sits up, he doesn’t even remember how he ended up like this.

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He was hungry, he didn’t have food, the voices wanted meat. Meat. He could ask the others here for food? No that would be embarrassing, not having food…

“Sheeeeppp”
“Mutton”
“Just fucking kill somone!”
“Ask that eret guy he’s nice!”
“Eat that Eret guy!”
“I don’t care just get some fuckass food!”

Thats how it happend. He was hungry, they wouldn’t shut the fuck up. So hungry…
He didn’t know sheep could scream…it was delicous, he still didn’t feel well though.