#✨{𝔪𝔞𝔶𝔟𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦‚ 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱; 𝔟𝔦𝔤𝔟𝔶 & 𝔰𝔫𝔬𝔴}

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pompedia asked: [ TIE ] — from Snow to her m a n ; gestures that get me going [ TIE ] — sender grabs receiver by their tie to pull their faces close together

A late night in the office posed for a few potential happenings for their boredom to be ceased. Aside from being up late, this was no different to what kind of work Bigby put himself to, and would often be working for days straight without visiting his apartment. It was the norm, at this point, but with Snow working the same night as he was, things were... different.

It was different for the fact that they were alone; only the two of them were working during these hours where there wasn't exactly a plan to head home afterwards. There was a couple of papers needing filed, notes written down, and vice versa, which was what he was doing until Snow had needed his attention.

Turning to face her, a hand reached to gently pull his tie, bringing their heads very close together within a mere second of touch. To Bigby, he didn't expect her to be so close, nor to grab his tie this way to get his attention, but it did. Their heads nearly bonked into one another, carefully bringing his head down.

"...so is this how you wanted to get my attention?" He asked, voice low with a chuckle. "You could've just tapped my shoulder or have me bend down for you. Instead... we're touching noses. Any particular reason why?"

His words sounded to a scold, but he was, in fact, smiling the whole time.

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pompedia asked: 📜 — Snow & Bigby or fucking else 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 ; Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse.

Bigby: Change is inedible. Snow: Don't you mean inevitable? Bigby, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Bigby: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY] Snow: What's that? Bigby: Remorse code. Snow: I'm even angrier now.

Bigby: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. Snow: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!? Bigby: No! Four to five seconds! Snow: Too late!!!

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pompedia asked: [ WRITE ] — okay but this could be Claire/Leon OR Snow/Bigby after the fact... like tracing the letters on their chest or stomach area.... ; gestures that get me going

"Snow..." His voice was soft yet husky, eyes glancing over to the loving woman he kept at his side, watching her hands trace letters across his stomach where loosened abs relaxed. It was only for a few minutes, but he couldn't help but smile, slowly bringing an arm around hers to pull her closer.

God, what a beautiful woman she was. Every morning meeting her was a new definition to a morning sunrise.

"...what are you spelling out?" He asked with a chuckle, brushing his hand against her arm.

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pompedia asked: ❛ you aren't going anywhere without me. ❜ — to Bigby from Snow again ♡ ; ↠ 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄 .

He gave a soft smirk, looking up at her with a warm glint in his eye. "I know I won't," he hummed, resting a hand in his pocket. "I got all of the patience in the world for you, Snow."

He knew she could look after herself when need be, and she made it plainly clear on many occasions with work that she could handle herself and be alone for a while. She wasn't one to rely on help all of the time, and only asked for it when it was necessary. Though, understanding why she did and act with certain things took... a little bit. Those words still stuck him like a loose arrow, tugging on his fur. He'd never hold a grudge against her for that - never.

"...and I know you don't need an escort around all the time for you," he said, jokingly. "Sometimes I wonder if you enjoy tagging along with me and my 'nonsense', as Toad puts it."

It wasn't anything personal or critical about them, but as a little joking comment. He did enjoy her company a lot, and it actually helped him out in most scenarios where it'd cost him a couple cuts and him promptly thrown out the door. Waiting for her to tag alongside him, he leaned forward to place one single kiss on her cheek, pulling away with a hand resting on her back.

"And for you, princess, I'll wait for as long as you neeed me to."

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pompedia asked: [ THUMB ] — from Snow to Bigby,,, soft ; 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

It wasn't going to be the last time he'd ever have to pull off his monstrous acts as a means to protect himself during a case, but man. It had happened enough times than he'd let it happen. Though, this was one of those rare cases where he had come home all roughed up, fangs bared and all. A part of him wanted to relax once he had gotten to his apartment, but he wasn't fond of sitting for too long. He was worked up enough to where he couldn't exactly sit still, and it wasn't his best method to calm down.

Returning to the Business Office, he was met with Snow's familiar voice and face again, sighing to see her again. Though, it wasn't exactly well met himself with his claws still out, stained in some blood that he had done a little to wash off when he returned. He was tired, and his bagged eyes showed it from their soft, yellow-tinted glow.

"...took a little longer. Sorry about that, Snow," he sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I, uh... didn't go as planned. Sorry for... the shitty look."

Unexpectedly, as he sat at his desk, he was met with her hands gently cupping his cheeks, thumbs pressing across his skin. It felt... so nice. The touch from her wasn't something he had asked for, but maybe he was yearning for this for quite some time. His eyes lit up in that moment, looking up at her... but took quick glances to the side to make sure there wasn't anyone actually here. Thankfully, it was just them. At least, from what he could pick up with his nose.

Slowly, his own eyes closed, relaxing his shoulders and his hands loosening from the tensed and tightly squeezed claws that dug into his palms in that moment. She was so careful with him, and it was no wonder with how gentle she could be in comparison to him (whenever he allowed it). All of the excessive wolfish features diminished, pressing his head into her hands a little in that moment.

His eyes finally opened, returning to his familiar brown gaze, "...you're being awfully sweet," he chuckled, giving a gentle tease to her.

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pompedia asked: ❝ I think we’ll be doing this dance for the rest of our lives, don’t you? ❞ — to Bigby from Snow,,, ; 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 & 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ; 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠

He wasn't a dancer. Not in the slightest, nor did he ever try to learn it from those ballroom dances he'd see once in a while back in their days. Way before this world really became as modern as it did. In the blink of an eye, Snow had taken his roughened hands to hold them softly, hearing some gentle but swaying music playing on an old radio. Bufkin had brought in one of those cassette radio players that could play music, both through a local radio and with the cassette tapes that Mundies owned.

It was enjoyable to listen to until Bufkin really started to mess with the radio and make it nearly unplayable while at work. But with it being so late, it was... better, in a sense. More accompanying while working rather than loud noise. Though, from how it sounded, it was the perfect kind of music to gently dance to. Unfortunately, for Bigby, he barely knew any of that.

However, it wasn't long for him to understand some of the ropes. All it took really was a couple of steps to the left and right, but he could hear the rhythm. Literally speaking, the dance wouldn't last forever, but he knew. He felt that they both knew, in some way, how they thought about each other. The feelings in their chests were buried deep enough, but were slowly emerging to make their appearance. He couldn't help but smile a little, hearing her voice ask that question to him. Rhetorically, it sounded.

"...I think you and I both know the answer to that question, Snow," he mumbled to her. "Feels like we've been doin' this for a lot longer."

Taking her hands, he was gentle as he always was, grasping them softly between his own. He couldn't help but notice the differences between them; how bruised and roughed up his were with his body hair trailing on the back of his palm. With Snow's, however, they were soft and delicate, perfected with red nail polish and a whiff of that beloved perfume. It was something he grew to love picking up whenever she was around.

"...makes me wonder for how long, though," he chuckled. "Dancin' like this for our entire lives sounds like... the most heavenly thing. With you, it's... even better."

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Plops this here cutely ♡

"Hey... well, what do y'know? We're perfect opposites."

"Just don't trust me with runnin' a vehicle or makin' dinner... Best I'll do is fetch the food."

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pompedia asked: patch — another from Snow to Bigby ✨ ; actions speak louder than words

The court hearing had been done. Crooked Man's reign had finally ceased, picking up Fabletown to its feet and with hopes that things would change. Permanently. No longer having a loan shark swimming underneath them, or having a coward waste its resources for himself. For pride. Having Snow in charge of that, and to make things better after seeing a lot of things in the past few weeks told her enough to make a step forward in fixing things.

Though, with her and Bigby, nothing detrimental changed. Their gentleness towards one another remained untouched, relaxing while underneath the caressing of her hands against his shoulder. Another one of Bloody Mary's open wounds tore. He swore he thought that he healed enough after the one-on-one experience with sharp glass, but it slipped past him. Damn, that single silver bullet...

"...thanks. For everything back there," he managed to say, breaking the long silence between them. "I... didn't really get to say that to you for the few times you've saved my skin, Snow."

While his head hung low, his eyes closed softly, letting her care for his sustained cuts in the meantime. "I don't think I really.. told you what it took to get the Crooked Man to trial," he said. "He had his... associate help him out. Didn't think all of her... damn shards of glass did so much damage."

A growl and a grumble was heard from him, wincing a little at the wounds. He was hoping the silver wouldn't have this much of an effect on his healing while he had the time to rest. The case was over, and he could sleep afte rall of this.

"...how are you doing?" He asked, glancing up at her. "I... don't think I really got to ask you that. After all of... this."

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pompedia asked: grab — from Snow to Bigby ✨ ; actions speak louder than words

To what felt like a horrid amount of time in the office, Bigby had finally gotten the urge to head home for the day. Nothing much was requested of him, nor was Crane in the office to harp on his ass for the next few hours. For once, it actually felt... a little peaceful. For once. It was strange, and to be able to talk to Snow during this time without much going on to interrupt them was actually really, really nice.

Picking up his feet, he was in the motion of pulling out a cigarette to light as he was walking out the door, hearing soft heels clicking against the floor. And her familiar voice had reached out to him, a hand grabbing at his wrist that was leaning into his pocket.

...did she need something from him? Though, turning back to look at her, those eyes spoke more than one could perceive. She was... hesitant, but insistant of telling him something. Possibly out of concern or to remind him of something before he left to his apartment. Whatever it might be, the scent that lingered from her was heavy with some kind of persistence. And her perfume.

"...Snow?" He asked, bringing the cigarette out of his mouth. The soft puff of smoke was courteous enough to not hit her face this time, turning his head slightly to the side before glancing back at her.

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pompedia asked: ☁ — for Bigby & Snow bc,,, we do love fights that lead to passionate kisses.......... ; ENEMIES TO LOVERS, LOVERS TO ENEMIES AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN ☁ for a fight to turn into a kiss and/or sex

Work had been ruthless the past week or so with this new case they had been working at. This case had been shelved for a couple of weeks and they had been put to work on it. However ... they were met with tied ends. No work, no evidence, no progress ... just circles back to where they started. It was frustrating for Bigby, but more frustrating for Snow.

The tension in the office was almost unmatched. The air could spark with a blaze, and the frustrations that seemed to travel between them without worry. However, one slight step or outspoken word was all it took to spark something to burn. They both were noticeably annoyed, and Bigby had a solution to save their sanities for the day; go home. Spend the night home to rest after they had worked for hours without end.

Snow, however, refused to. I'll make my bed in this damn office! She spoke, disgruntled.

Bigby had other reasons to be annoyed, "We've been at this for an entire week, Snow. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you."

That was all it took. A stubborn woman for a stubborn wolf, this took a turn for the clear worst; both were bickering and frustrated with one another, both wanting different goals in mind. One wanted to stay in the office, the other wanted to leave. However, Bigby hadn't thought of leaving without her, and the idea alone made him even more frustrated. Why would I do that? he'd ask himself. He had taken the chance to try and convince Snow by getting awfully close; face to face with both hands on her desk, looming over the stack of papers that rested in front of her. They had matched glares to one another, and it was painfully obvious how this would end if neither of them had backed down.

"Snow. You're overworking yourself. You're being stubborn again," he warned with a low growl. That alone didn't seem to ease up the tension between them as the space between their heads was close and closer ... until it broke.

One hand had gently gripped around Snow's jaw, pulling her into a tight kiss between the two of them; his other hand had stayed gripped around the table, but shifted to hold her other arm after a couple of minutes. The kiss was passionate and heated, almost warranted with how frustrated they were between one another, but their lips never let go. A soft growl rumbled from Bigby, that hand against her arm now shifting to hold against her shoulder this time.

God ... he missed this feeling, " ... that kept you quiet," he chuckled, maintaining eye contact with her.

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pompedia asked: [ TOUCH ] — Snow to Bigby again bc they're hot ofc they are ; gestures that get me going [ TOUCH ] — sender feels up receiver's abs

Hands were felt along his skin as he awoke from his bed, raising his head up to Snow's hands. Pale yet beautiful hands rested along his belly and fingers were pressing against his muscles. Naturally, he would've reacted in a more jolted and unexpected manner, more unpredictable and constricted, but with Snow? Things were different. They always were, and Snow was more gentle with him. A way of understanding that very few people could truly get with him.

He took in a gentle breath, relaxing his muscles with his chest raising, groaning with a stretch of his neck. What a way to wake up in the morning, but he didn't deny that it was lovely.

"Mornin', sunshine," he chuckled. "A little early to grab the goods. I'm just barely wakin' up..."

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pompedia asked: ❝ what big teeth you have… ❞ ( werewolf meme ) — from Snow to Bigby bc it’s like that art I showed you a bit ago,,, ; ―  WEREWOLF STARTER PROMPTS .

"Snow..." He chuckled, having a soft smile tugging at his lips at that little phrase again. What was it with hearing those familiar phrases? He heard them bounce around a couple of times for that "metaphorical" reference to his story. Their story - including Little Red. He didn't understand it entirely, but if he looked into it further, it'd click. Right now, he was just wondering exactly what brought it on.

"So you're throwing that around too?" He chuckled to her. "Makin' that reference reminds me of the old days. A little too reminding, but you really bring that out of me, don't you?"