#Among Us fanfiction

[deadghosy]

AMONG US X GN! TEEN READER

Summary: your iPad kid sibling broke his iPad making these weird creatures pop out and they seem to love your company.

“AGGHHH!”

CRASH!

Your little shit of a sibling Noah had thrown his iPad at you after you killed in this game called “among us”. You laughed at his red face as he hits you but it doesn’t do much affect until he hits you in your gut.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT!” You said yelling as Noah runs to his room sticking his tongue at you. As a door slammed again the wall you groaned against the floor holding your stomach with clenched teeth. You hoped you recovered, cause when you do. That little fucker is dead meat.

What you didn’t notice was the cracked iPad as you got up and shoulder rushed your sibling’s door.

It’s the next day as you lay in your bed watching tiktoks while eating some chips. You heard a small skitter which made you pause the edit audio coming from your phone to turn to see nothing. You narrowed your eyes thinking it’s your sibling.

“Noah, if you don’t want me to smack you. Come out now.”

You waited for a response but nothing happened. You scoffed playing the edit again until you heard a choking sound. Okay now you were kinda weirded out. You got off your bed to only step on something that made a “squeak” sound.

“WHAT THE F-”

A small among us character in yellow is squashed but pops back up brand and new. Yellow squeak at you and starts to hug your leg which made your eyes widen even more.

“GET OFF ME YOU WEIRD THING!” You start to shake your leg only for the damn thing to squeak louder and louder as other colors came out and start to squeak at you. You stopped shaking your leg watching these small things surround you as you pick yellow up who squeaks holding your hand.

“Where the bloody hell have you guys come from.” You heard a manly ass squeak looking at black who drags a iPad, the broken iPad your brother broke from yesterday. You raised a brow and pointed at it as yellow nuzzles against your face. “That’s where you guys came from?” You asked as black nods moving towards you with a waddle. He? They? She? Whatever fucking gender they are, it seemed to bow at you like if you were their god. But now you weren’t.

“Hey hey, dont bow at me dude.”

After you said that the rest of the little critters started to bow at you with small squeaks. Now you just stand there awkwardly as you scratched your neck not knowing what this is even about…..

“Listen lil guys…how about you just go back in and maybe we can call this a day” you say pointing to the iPad and picking it up.

It seems they knew what you were saying as yellow starts to cry with a squeak as he hides in your shirt making you jolt trying to get them out. “H-hey! Get out of there man!” Black and another color which is green jumps on you making you fall back in your bed.

Then everyone came in and squeaked at you! You were basically getting swarmed by these chibi shits!

“Please get off! I demand you guys get off!” As you yell this, they got off sitting in a formal line in front of you as you crossed your legs in bed

You sigh looking at them as yellow pops out of your shirt holding onto your shoulder with soft squeak as they nuzzle against you.

Guess they don’t want to go back into the iPad…

—

Reader to their little brother:

(Let me know if you want part two or not)

[runawaybean]

Clears throat.

Hi :)

Remember Welcome to the Team? That among us fic?

Good.

:)

[moremediocre]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Among Us (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: White (Among Us), Yellow (Among Us), Lime (Among Us), Cyan (Among Us) Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Illnesses, Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death Summary:

Something wasn’t right about her friend. White knew that from the start. What she didn’t know was how far off her friend was.

~~Inspired from the Hide and Seek mode~~

(Look at me guys I figured out how to upload my AO3 fics on here without watching Tumblr freeze for ten minutes straight--)

[hex-mania-animatics]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Among Us (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Lime (Among Us), Purple (Among Us), Blue (Among Us), Black (Among Us), Yellow (Among Us), White (Among Us), Cyan (Among Us), Orange (Among Us), Red (Among Us), Dark Green (Among Us) Additional Tags: Blood and Gore, Cannibalism, Plot, Suggestive Themes, Mainly because of Purple, Exploration of Imposter Biology Summary:

Lime is one of the best crewmates on the Skeld. He does his tasks on time, he picks up the slack for others, and helps when he can. The problem? Lime's also an imposter. He doesn't WANT to kill his fellow crewmates, especially now that he's become friends with them, but... It seems like someone think he's slacking on his TRUE job, as his friends are taken out one by one...

Cross-posted on both Quotev and AO3. Updates every Saturday.

~~~

Here’s the AO3 link for the Among Us fanfic I have been working on. I’m genuinely proud of it and this fic is the most I’ve ever written for a project in my life (including the still unpublished chapters because, yes, I have written enough to even have a buffer!)

[monsterswithimagines]

Masterlist collection

Joe Goldberg

~

Nathan Young

~

Bigby Wolf

~

[zerogravityinq]

In celebration of the completion of @frownyalfred fict, eye in the sky, I fired up canva and made a thing

[her-soliloquies]

What a time to be alive!

If all of this happened just because Bradley was swinging his bat like it was a sword and the fact that he still REMEMBERS then I'm gonna bloody scream–

[cxndiedvi0lets]

Sussy imposter amongus cheats on spongebob squareflop with tall skinny man (story below)

Amongus was sleeping on their side. Their rosey red skin rose from her breathing chest as Spongebob tossed and turned on every side of the bed. He can't help but think that amongus was being sussy, his sponge began to soak as sweat ran down his absorbant body. Till, his eyes flickered from the bed slowly rising. Amongus turned to them, "whats wrong?" They asked as they held spongebob non-verbally from their breath. "I-it's nothing." He shudders in response as he senses indifference in amongus' voice. Amongus assumes spongebob is just worried that their wedding is an hour away, but spongebob couldn't let go of her icey response...

Upon the wedding, Amongus walked the aisle as their friends cheered but then, their wedding was interrupted by a dark.... TALL.... broading.... handsomely faceless figure...

Their nonexistent lips parted. "STOP THE WEDDING!"

@serialkilluh-1996 @hiro--aoki @heartz4tate @hearts4golbach @yandereunsolved @drbenh @harmonymom @hauntedrose555 @enderman1967 @b1tchccraft @puppet200 @uprising-antichrist-666

[klm-zoflorr]

Gerry looked like he genuinely hadn't been expecting someone to pull the rug from under him like that. "Well, I was... Doing the counts in my room, obviously. And then I noticed Gertru- I mean, the Captain hadn't called on me in a while, and so I went to check on her, and I found her like that."

Martin nodded along. "Mmh... Likely story." There was an undeniable edge of derision in his tone.

"So very conveniently close to the murder scene..." Melanie mused.

"And how convenient that you were busy with the one activity that doesn't take logs..." Mike was nonchalantly examining the dirt under his nails.

Helen put her hand on her chin, in deep thought. "You know, you don't think about that stuff but it's hella convenient Gertrude spends all her days locked away. Soooo many fewer witnesses up there... Did you pick her as a target because she was isolated?"

Gerry turned red.

Come check out my new baby!! Tma x among us crossover, there has been a... Sillygoofy murder... Oh noes...

[clear-what-i-was-seeing]

artists have "draw this in your style", i think fic authors should start doing "write this in your style" where a ton of people write the same prompt but all do their own lil interpretations and characterizations and fun dialogue bits etc

[hychlorions]

am i crazy to say this because i feel like this isn't an opinion held by other fic readers. but i don't think you're entitled to any author's work to make demands like this even if every single hit on a work is from you. i mean. if anyone ever comes to the decision that they don't want fics up on ao3 anymore it's probably a personal thing for them. and also the fact that there's replies to this talking about a subreddit apparently dedicated to saving deleted works to post on the internet anyway... just download fics you like omg. is it so hard to respect that someone doesn't want their fic to be published online anymore like they do it for free and the least we can do is like. respect what they want to do with their work????

[vasilissadragomir]

your fic made me realize that peeta saying "i'm here" can soothe both his and katniss' greatest fear.

peeta, who doesn't want to lose himself, going "i'm here" to keep himself grounded

katniss, who doesn't want to be alone, having peeta stroke her hair going "i'm here" to keep herself grounded

and in nights when it's hard for them to deal with their fears, this simple phrase from peeta's lips is enough to calm them both

anyway, uatl for the ages

NO WAit

STOP IT

why WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME

i’m so sad now don’t put this on me!! do not put the EMOTIONAL HAVOCK YOU HAVE WREAKED ON ME I CANT TAKE IT

also i love u

[riddle-me-ri]

a/n: don't mind me being super self indulgent again asdfgh. I just really enjoyed the dynamic I made in Zeroing In with Bigby and a singer/performing reader. I may or may not make a smutty part two we will see lol. Hope y’all enjoy!

Content Warning: Strong language, attempted sexual assault, brief mentions of sexual harrassment, some violence.

Word Count: 2.3 k

Bigby Wolf x F!Reader - Take Me Home

As a long time performer, you know how to work the crowd with your musical numbers.

You knew you should probably be looking around and engaging with other audience members.

You just couldn't help it though.

Especially when he was around and seemed to genuinely be enjoying himself for once.

Bigby Wolf kept his word when he said he would come around and see you perform whenever he had a chance and not just show up searching for perps.

He's managed to come by at least once every other week, and needless to say, it always was the highlight of your week.

You two have tried to make plans outside of both your work schedules, but it's been difficult to manage between the long nights you both kept and Bigby occasionally dipping in and out of the picture.

Don't let him be on a case either. He stays clear of you like a bad omen. You know he's worried about getting you somehow involved in whatever the case entails, but you did wish he could share more of his worries onto you so he didn't have to carry so much.

You two managed to settle somehow with these interludes of eye contact and small knowing smiles.

At least until one night when you weren't smiling anymore.

During your act, you got close to the edge of the stage and teased those up front, just like any other night–

Until you felt a sweaty palm clamp around your ankle and almost yank you into the audience below.

You barely remember hazy glimpses of everything that happened afterward.

A shrill sound rang through the live band and filled the club.

It took hours later for you to realize that was…you…screaming in shock.

The man's other hand barely touched your inner thigh, clear intent of fully grabbing and dragging you into his lap until he instantly let go.

Before you even tried to push the man's hands away, he let go.

You saw Bigby hovering over the man.

He had slammed the man's face into the hard wood table, the cheap white linen doing nothing to comfort the assault as it started to stain with blood.

You caught a glimpse of yellow in Bigby’s eyes.

You couldn't make out any words anyone was saying. It was all a murmuring cacophony of surprised, worried, and tense patrons.

Your skin ran cold, and your breathing hitched.

The next thing you recall was getting up and darting back towards your dressing room.

Anything to get away from what just happened.

~

“Aww man, I think you broke my fucking nose.”

“You're lucky I don't break every bone in your goddamn body, starting with your grimy little hands.” Bigby snarled, with half a mind to slam the asshole's face again.

He did settle for twisting the guy’s arm tighter as he slapped handcuffs on him.

“Hey, hey, what the fuck man? I didn't do nothin’!” The man defended as he tried to sit back up, blood dripping down his nose and over his lips.

“You touched her inappropriately, pretty sure that files under assault.” Bigby roughly lifted the man up from his seat and dropped him to his feet, causing the man to stumble some.

“Oh please, she was teasing me! Practically asking for it!” The man spat as he got his footing before Bigby dragged him out of the club.

Bigby tried to keep his growl down but whether or not he succeeded he frankly didn't care at the time.

At least until he was out of public view.

As the two began the walk to the Woodland and the coast was clear, Bigby snatched the man by the baby hairs on the back of his neck and pulled his head back.

The man yelped in pain.

“Listen here fucker, she didn't ask you for fucking shit. She was doing her job, last thing she needs is a bunch of grabby dickheads like you that can't keep his hands to him-fucking-self.”

“Is she your’s?”

Bigby blinked. “What?”

“You fuckin’ her or somethin’, Wolf? Never seen you get all up in arms over some whore.”

Bigby dragged the man into a nearby alley and smacked the man's body and face directly against a damp cold brick wall.

“Ow! The fuck man, you-aaah?” The man winced in pain as claws began protruding from Bigby's fingers, pricking the skin of the man's neck.

“Listen here, you sorry piece of shit. Doesn't fucking matter who she's with or what she does. You don't get to fucking touch her–you don't get to do what you damn well please. Understand?” Bigby growled, his teeth slowly growing into the “what big teeth you have,” territory.

For the first time since the encounter started, the man began quivering in terror.

“Y-y-yeah, yeah, understood…just-just do what you gotta do…please don't hurt me, man, please! It was a mistake, h-honest!”

Bigby got closer to the man's face one last time and snarled. A final warning.

Usually, Bigby would feel bad about making anyone beg for him not to hurt them. He'd be disappointed that they would automatically assume he would.

For this guy however, he wanted to muster up that same level of fear you likely felt when he grabbed you and then some.

Bigby backed off once he began smelling the unmistakable hint of piss through the night air.

“Just keep your mouth shut the rest of the way, or it'll be the last mistake you ever make.”

The quicker he locked this asshole up, the quicker he could get back to check up on you.

~

You sat there in front of your vanity with your head hung low and the lights dimmed.

Still frazzled and stunned from the moment.

Somehow, the man's slimy touch lingered on your skin, and you wanted nothing more than to dip your leg into some kind of disinfecting acid.

You took a deep breath and admitted that the second best option besides the acid is to go home and take a long scolding shower until the hot water ran out.

You rose from your seat and began shedding your clothes that used to make you feel so confident and sexy…but in the moment you just felt disgusted.

Then you heard a knock.

You assumed it was your boss checking on you. “I'll be out in a minute, Carol…just gimme a second..”

“Uhh…it's Bigby.”

You freezed for the second time that night.

You had completely forgotten about him. Until his voice reminded you of what he did, how he saved you, how he looked when he did it.

“Bigby? Oh, uh, hang on.” You darted across your dressing room and snatched a silky maroon robe that hung over your dressing screen.

You took a deep breath, a desperate attempt to calm your shot nerves.

Suddenly, a comforting warmth draped over your body as you laid eyes on Bigby. Like somehow, he could protect you from this lingering fear that resonated in you like he did before when it happened.

“H-Hey…”

“Hey,” he responded. “I wanted to check in on ya…how are you holding up?”

You gulped. “F-Fine I suppose, all things considered…I know it could have been worse, and I always knew I was at risk, but nothing prepares you for when it happens, you know?”

“Yeah, but you shouldn't feel at risk for something you do for a living.”

You exhaled a chuckle. “Says the sheriff who's at risk quite literally all the time.”

Bigby shook his head. “You know what I mean. That asshole had no right to be touching you…”

He sighed. “What happened tonight was not your fault…I hope you know that at the very least.”

You hugged your arms around yourself, your hands sliding up and down your upper arms as you gazed at the floor. “Yeah, I know…”

There was a beat of silence before you felt a warm hand lightly squeeze your shoulder. You followed the hand with bruised knuckles back to Bigby's face.

One of your hands came up and rested on top of his hand that was on your shoulder.

“Thank you, Bigby…” You squeezed his hand back gratefully. “At the end of the day…I'm just grateful that you were there.”

Bigby can't recall the last time anyone ever said those words about him or his help. He always made things worse, more difficult, or made Fables regretful for getting him involved.

It felt nice to be appreciated, and it felt even more sweet and genuine coming from you.

“I'm glad I was there too…”

He allowed you to drag your soft thumb along his knuckles for a moment. Both of you enjoyed the soothing silence and close proximity. You found yourself feeling more at ease each second he was there.

Until a question popped into your mind. “C-Can I ask what happened to him? Like where he is now?” Suddenly, the thought of trekking home became cumbersome.

“I've got him in a holding cell for now. I'll be presenting the case to the Business Office tomorrow morning some time…”

Bigby reluctantly pulled his hand back, you already missing its warmth and soothing weight.

“Although, full disclosure, even if he is found guilty… the time and punishment for sexual harassment is ridiculously short and sweet…”

You nodded. “I had a feeling, but Carol told me he won't be coming around anymore. She has started a banned list and is trying to invest in more security.”

“If you need me to…”

“Bigby, I can't ask you to do that. You already have every other Fable to worry about…”

“I do, but you come first….or at least that's how I wish it could be, if I can help it.”

You blinked, your mind racing with countless meanings to what he was implying.

“Besides, I think you're the only one that really appreciates my help anyhow.” Bigby muttered into his shoulder, but still clear enough for you to hear.

“I'll always appreciate you Bigby…like how I appreciate your offer, but I still can't ask you to do that…I know you will protect me when you can and that I can rely on you and honestly in the world we live in now, that's more than enough.”

Your heart swelled at the soft smile that stretched across his face.

“I guess I can accept that.” He reluctantly conceded. “Is there at least anything I can do for you now? Anything at all before we both call it a night?”

After talking to him, you have begun to feel much calmer, like you could shake off tonight's events. You know you could have gotten to that point yourself, but Bigby made it a whole lot easier and quicker.

You almost felt childish and selfish for this request, but you didn't want the opportunity to have him to yourself longer pass.

“I, uh, still have to walk home….if you don't mind walking with me? It's not far from the Woodland, just one block before it…”

“You don't have to convince me, and I did say anything. Just let me know when you're ready.” He offered a sincere smile.

“You wanna wait inside? I didn't even realize I didn't invite you in.” You giggled as you realized he was still standing in the hallway across the threshold of your dressing room door.

“Uhh…sure, if you're fine with it.” Bigby walked in and took a slow glance over your dressing room.

“More than fine. Here, you can have a seat on the sofa over there. I just gotta change real quick.” You explained as you rounded the corner and went behind your dressing screen.

You couldn't fight the pep in your step, having him back in your vicinity. You didn't feel on edge or uncomfortable to be yourself. You felt safe.

Bigby kept looking around. He was observant to a fault, especially thanks to his senses that don't let him miss anything.

He noticed the Polaroids of you and likely your co-workers and friends bordered along your vanity mirror.

He took note of a couple empty bottles that were in your trash can, he deduced it must be a favorite of yours.

He also caught an almost empty container of your body spray that was the source of your sweet scent.

Not that he'd say it out loud, but if you asked him you didn't need the spray, your own scent was intoxicating on its own.

Bigby shuffled a bit in his seat as your own smell became more prominent once he saw your robe hanging over the screen folds you hid behind.

He kept darting his eyes around the room, trying to distract himself from thinking of you so intimately despite the close quarters and the small distance between him and your naked form.

Bigby shook his head to try and shake the thoughts out. He doesn't want to screw this up, not like how he always does. You've been through enough as it is.

Thankfully, you came out soon from behind the screen. You wore a long sleeve sweater of your favorite color that revealed your shoulders and some pants.

“All right, I'm ready…thanks again, Bigby.” You stood in front of him and rubbed your hand up and down your arm, playing with the sleeve.

“Hey, like I said.” He stood up at his full height, and you had to look up instead of down at him. “Not a problem.”

He walked over to the door and swiftly opened the door. “After you…”

“Why thank you, sir.” You giggled bemused before walking out the door with Bigby walking beside you.

Carol waved to both of you and told you to take the next couple of days off to recover and not worry about anything.

You sighed. Another small weight taken off your shoulder, you weren't sure if you would be able to get back on stage, so it was relieving to hear you had the next couple of days off.

As you and Bigby exited the building, the cold night air hit both of you. Almost instinctively, you grabbed for Bigby's hand, who didn't seem to mind, and gently returned the grasp.

Bigby gave you a supportive nudge.

“Well, lead the way…”

[smutszn]

Picking you up during Among Us

A Luigi x y/n scene where you're playing Among Us.

!banter !fluff !videogames

VOTING & DISCUSSION

italianboi: i know you're the imposter you: i'm nootttttt italianboi: you are, you were stalking me in Med Bay and just watching me you: i was watching you scan to see if you're clear! you're the sus one! italianboi: you're lucky someone called an emergency meeting. guys, someone protect me from y/n next round. i'm gonna be knifed. you: *eye roll* (but actually you ARE the imposter. you do need to unalive him...)

GAME ENDS. YOU WIN WITH IMPOSTER DUO

That was fun, but that was too much gaming for the day. You get up to stretch but you hear a Discord ping and decide to answer it before taking a break.

luiginotmario: good game. so i was right. you were sus you: yes :) but i still won

luiginotmario: well, you didn't end up killing me like you were trying to

you: true, i WAS trying to kill you, haha

luiginotmario: instead you just stalked me you: haha sooo? luiginotmario: you should stalk me in real life 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋

Go ahead, Luigi can't wait to hear what you want to do with him 💋

[ladyantiheroine]

Double Shot of Midas

Summary: Bigby has one too many drinks at the Trip Trap. Read on AO3.

Pairing: Bigby Wolf x Snow White

Warnings: Alcohol

Word Count: 2.9k words

Tags: drunk confession, declaration of love.

It had been a hard day.

Most days were hard. Being the Fabletown sheriff was no walk in the park, Bigby had worked it long enough to know that. Trying to keep a town that didn’t have much respect for you in check wasn’t easy.

By the time he got off work, his head felt like a deadweight and his body ached for rest. It started raining as he made his way from the Bronx back towards the Woodlands Apartments.

The bar was warm inside compared to the cold rain pattering on the streets. But warm didn’t exactly mean welcoming. Bigby hadn’t been back at the Trip Trap in months, and the last time he was there, things hadn’t exactly been…friendly. But he was exhausted, and cold from the rain, and his tongue craved something strong.

Inside the air felt as thick and sticky as a freshly-emptied pint glass, and a jazzy tune ballooned from the jukebox in the corner. The bar’s owner, Holly, glanced up at him from her place behind the counter. She gave him a sour look.

“Well, look who’s back,” she said.

Bigby was in no mood for Holly’s sarcasm. The door shuttered close behind him.

“Was expecting a bit more fanfare,” Bigby sniped back.

Holly rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the cash register.

Bigby raised an eyebrow.

“Not gonna tell me to fuck off this time?” he said

Holly crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

“As long as you don’t break anything in my bar this time, I don’t care what you do.”

She wasn’t trying to kick him out, which was more cordial than most of their interactions. Bigby decided to take that as a sign of progress. He took a seat at the end of the bar by the jar of pickled eggs. On the far other end, Grendal sat with his head down on the table and a half-empty glass in his hand.

“I wouldn’t bother him if I were you,” Holly said. “He’s been knocked out for hours.”

“I’m not interested in starting anything,” Bigby said. His gold eyes sharped. “At least, not tonight.”

Holly gave him a look, then grabbed a dirty glass from behind the bar and started cleaning it down with a ragged cloth.

“And what are you interested in tonight, sheriff?” she said. “No offense, but you kind of look like shit. I mean, you never exactly look spiff and span, but you look like you just got hit by a bus or something.”

“Just a long day,” Bigby grumbled. “I just need a drink to wind down.”

“Well, if that’s the case.” Holly tossed aside the rag and set the newly cleaned glass on the bar. “What’ll it be tonight, sheriff?”

Bigby lowered his eyes down to the glass in her hand.

“A Midas Gold,” he said. “Double.”

~

Snow had just finished getting ready for bed when she heard the knock on the door. As soon as she heard it, she sensed something was wrong. She pulled a bathrobe over her pajamas and made her way towards the door. The knocking turned into a fist pounding on the door, and a familiar voice croaked from the other side.

“Snooow, ” it moaned.

Snow knew that voice anywhere. But why would he be here at this hour? Was there some emergency she needed to know about? The thought made Snow’s stomach twist with dread.

She opened her apartment door, and there he was. The Fabletown sheriff stood outside her door, shirt rumpled, tie loose, belt gone, hair a haphazard mess, and a foggy look in his eyes. He stood with one hand pressed against the doorframe, unable to stand straight.

Snow’s eyes widened as she looked him up and down.

“Bigby,” she said. “Are you okay?”

“Hey, Snow,” he said. His words came out like a slurred smear. “Sorry to bother you. Just thought I’d stop by.”

He removed his hand from the doorframe, and that’s when Snow noticed the way he swayed when he stood. His weight shifted from one foot to the other, like he couldn’t stand straight.

“Bigby…” Snow said carefully. “Have you been drinking?”

Bigby snorted.

“Only a little,” he said. “Just a couple Midas Golds down at the Trip Trap.”

The unsteady way he was standing and the sloppy way he was speaking made Snow think he’d had more than just “a few.”

“Hate to bother you this late,” Bigby said. “Just wanted to stop by.”

Snow looked him up and down. She wanted Bigby to go back to his apartment where he was safe. But she didn’t want to close the door on him. What if he hurt himself? What if he went out again and a Mundy saw him?

She sighed and opened the door. Bigby stumbled his way in. He was only a few steps in when he stumbled towards a table and gripped the top of it to maintain his balance.

“Come on,” Snow said as she took his elbow. “You need to take a seat.”

Bigby let Snow guide him into the living room and sat him down on the couch. He looked at her with a strange, dreamy look as she sat on a chair across from him.

“Thanks, Snow,” he said.

“Bigby, why are you here?” she said. “You’ve never shown up drunk at my door before.”

“I’m not drunk—“

“Yes, you are.” Her voice was firm. “I can smell the liquor in your breath and you can barely stand.” She sighed. “Bigby, I don’t care what you do when you’re off duty, but I’d like to know why you’re at my door at a quarter to midnight in this state.”

Bigby’s eyes suddenly dimmed, and Snow wondered if her words came out harsher than they intended. It was late, and she was tired, and she’d never been in this scenario before with a co-worker. Before she could speak again, Bigby broke the silence.

“I…had nowhere else to go.”

This made Snow pause.

“You have an apartment in the Woodlands,” Snow said. “Why didn’t you just go there?”

Given how hammered he looked, anywhere that wasn’t his apartment wasn’t safe for him in his current state.

“I didn’t want to go back there,” Bigby said. “Too quiet. Too tight. I wanted to talk to someone…” He gave her a look. “And you’re the only person I can talk to.”

Snow felt her heart sink a little.

“Bigby, that can’t be true.”

“But it is.” He told his eyes. “I mean, I guess there’s Bufkin, but he was back at the Trip Trap and he looked more sloshed than me.”

Snow crossed her arms and sat down in a chair across from the couch. Her Woodlands apartment was a modest one. Not as small as Bigby’s, but not as glamorous as Beauty and Beast’s. She watched Bigby tip his head back, a cloudy look in his eyes.

“We have to get you back to your room so you can rest,” Snow said. “Is there anyone we could call?”

“You can try calling Colin. The bastard snuck off the Farm again. But I doubt those hooves of his can pick up a phone.”

Bigby snort-laughed, then lowered his head down onto the couch with a groan. He pressed his face into a throw pillow and coughed, and for a moment she thought he might throw up.

“Sorry,” he groaned.

“It’s fine,” Snow said. “Let me get you some water.”

Snow retreated into the kitchen and grabbed a glass. As the glass filled, Snow glanced back at Bigby. She always figured Bigby drank when he was off duty. She couldn’t really blame him. Being the Fabletown sheriff was no easy task. But he’d never shown up at her door at this hour before. She wondered what made him come tonight, and why her apartment of all places.

When the cup for full, she returned to the living room. She offered him the glass of water, and he reached out and took it. As he drank Snow looked him up and down. She was not used to seeing the sheriff in such a state before. He was normally so stoic, walking around with icy walls around him. Seeing him like this, his clothes more ruffled than usual, his tie loose, his hair a mess, his body so weak he could barely sit up…she couldn’t recall the last time she’d seen him like this. He looked so vulnerable. Like a lost puppy.

Bigby sipped the glass dry and then handed it back to her.

“Thanks, Snow,” he mumbled. 

“No problem.”

She set aside the glass.

“I’m sorry,” Bigby mumbled. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“No, it’s fine,” She assured him. And it was true. She and Bigby had been partners for a long time, and partners helped each other out. The only thing that bothered her was…

“Why are you here?” she asked. 

“I said I wanted to drop by.”

“You’ve never shown up at this hour before. Did something happen?”

Bigby groaned and turned his face back into the pillow.

“Nothing,” he sighed. “Just…just didn’t feel like being alone.”

Snow paused.

“And so you came to me of all people.”

“Of course,” Bigby said. And then, Snow saw the hint of a grin on his face. “Who else would I go to if not Fabletown’s saving grace.” He turned and looked at the ceiling. His words were a boozy trail from his lips. “The fairest of them all.”

Snow felt a small flush in her face then glanced down at the floor. She lowered herself back into the chair.

“It’s nice to know you think that,” she said softly. “To most people, I’m less princess and more ice queen.”

“That’s only because they don’t know you,” Bigby said. His words were slurring more by the minute, but Snow could understand him. “They don’t spend every day in the office with you.”

Bigby’s eyes lingered on her then kept speaking.

“That’s what I’ve always admired about you, Snow. No matter how bad things get, no matter how many shitty people we meet, you always stay in control. You’re only mean because you have to be in this job. I know I’ve had to.” He scratched his face. “Besides, you give way more of a shit about this town than most do.”

His words warmed her. Snow glanced down at her hands in her lap.

“That’s nice of you to say, Bigby,” she said.

She was frozen in her seat. His words were…oddly sweet. Unusually sweet for him. But this scenario felt strange. Like she was hearing something she was never supposed to hear. Like he was showing her something he never intended to show anyone.

Bigby stared at her for a moment, with something in his eyes she couldn’t quite identify. His eyelids fluttered and he slowly collapsed back onto the couch. The booze was finally getting to him. He was not getting up any time soon.

Snow sighed. If he wasn’t going back to his apartment, at least he was somewhere safe. In here she could keep an eye on him, make sure he didn’t hurt himself.

She stood up and grabbed a blanket from one of the other chairs. She approached the couch, her eyes lingering on his sleepy, drunken face. His eyes watched her, barely able to stay open. Snow gently draped the blanket over him.

Bigby suddenly took her hand in his. Snow looked at her hand, then looked at him. His eyes had a soft expression she rarely saw in him.

His next words fell from his lips in a whispery breath.

“I love you, Snow.”

His eyes fluttered shut as his head fell back onto the pillow. He dropped her hand, leaving it suddenly cold. In seconds he was fast asleep, and Snow stood there wondering if she had heard him correctly. The words he said played over and over in her head, like if she examined them enough she’d find a mistake. Maybe she misheard. He was drunk and slurring and his speech was incoherent. Maybe she was just tired and her brain wasn’t processing information like it should because she swore he said—

I love you, Snow. 

Bigby was snoring on the couch, fresh out of consciousness. Snow slowly backed away into her bedroom and shut the door. She collapsed onto the bed, listening to the soft sounds of Bigby’s breathing in the other room, her heart and thoughts racing too fast for her to sleep.

~

Snow woke the next morning before Bigby did. She wandered out into the living room and saw him still on the couch, breathing softly under that blanket. Morning sunlight spilled from the windows and onto the back of his head. As soon as her eyes found him, his words from the night before echoed through her head: I love you, Snow. 

She shook the thought from her head and made her way into the kitchen. She started making coffee and poured a glass of water with some painkillers, knowing Bigby would be in a world of ache when he woke up.

As soon as she had two full mugs, she heard a long groan from the living room. Snow shook her head with thoughts from last night and wandered into the living room. Bigby was seated up on the couch, clutching his head like it weighed too much for his shoulders.

“Good morning,” she said, setting a mug on the coffee table in front of him. “Sleep well?”

Bigby lifted his head to her. His eyes squinted against the light coming from the window. His eyes flickered around the room as he took in where he was. 

Bigby shut his eyes and groaned.

“Fuck,” he said. “Did I come here last night?”

“Yeah,” Snow said. She sat in the chair across from his, her steaming mug in her hand. “You showed up around midnight. Don’t you remember?”

Bigby ran his hand through his hair and shook his head.

“No,” he said. “I remember…I stopped by the Trip Trap after I left the office…everything after that is fuzzy.” He lifted his eyes to Snow’s. “I’m sorry, Snow, I shouldn’t…”

Snow shook her head.

“No, it’s fine,” she said. “I mean…I’m just happy you ended up somewhere safe.”

Bigby gave her a small nod.

“Yeah,” he said. “I ended up somewhere safe.”

Snow felt a flush in her face, and she hid it with a sip from her mug.

“You were no trouble,” she assured him. “You came knocking on my door. I let you in, gave you some water, and then you passed out on the couch.” She gave him a small grin over the rim of her mug. “You were the most polite drunk guest I’ve had.”

“That’s good to hear.” Bigby ran a hand down his face. “I just hope I didn’t do or say anything too embarrassing last night.”

Snow’s mind flickered back to the night before. Bigby knocks at her door, his words slurring from his mouth. The way he spoke like his words had an autonomy of their own. Words that said…

I love you, Snow. 

Bigby was looking at her, expecting a response. Snow didn’t know what to say, the memory of his words replaying in her head. 

“Nothing, really,” she said. “You were slurring your words so much I couldn’t really understand anything you said. You came in here and passed out on the bed. That’s all.”

Bigby nodded, then took a long sip of his coffee. Once they both finished, Bigby stood up.

“What time is it?” “About eight.” “We should head to the office soon.” “Agreed.”

Snow took both their mugs to the kitchen and began washing them in the sink. As she ran a soapy sponge through the cups, she sensed Bigby at the doorway watching her. He spoke just as she set the mugs aside to dry.

“Do you wanna get breakfast?” he asked. “We’ve got an hour before we have to be at the office. I’ll buy us something quick on the way over.”

Snow turned to face him.

“Oh,” she said. “Bigby, you don’t have to do that.”

Bigby lifted his hand and shook his head.

“You let me spend the night after I showed up at your door pissed drunk in the middle of the night,” he said. He looked her in the eye. “The least I can do is buy you breakfast.”

Snow felt something warm in her chest.

“Thanks, Bigby,” she said.

Bigby turned and glanced at a clock on the wall.

“That breakfast place that sells pancakes is about ten minutes from here. If we leave soon we can still get to the office early.” His eyes flicked to her. “You like yours with blueberries, right?”

Snow gave him a look.

“How do you know I get mind with blueberries?” she asked.

Bigby shrugged.

“Every time you bring breakfast to work, you always bring a to-go order, and you always have blueberries with yours. That and a coffee with two sugars.”

He said it nonchalantly like it was no big deal. But Snow felt something warm inside of her. She never knew Bigby noticed things like that. Her coffee order, what she had for breakfast. She couldn’t think of any reason why he’d bother to notice or care.

Then those four words came floating back to her:

I love you, Snow.

Bigby turned on his heels and then glanced over his shoulder at her.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked.

Snow felt a smile threaten to stretch on her face.

“Yeah,” she said. “I’m ready.”

[monsterswithimagines]

The Wolf

Bigby Wolf x Red Riding Hood OC

Summary: Red Riding Hood does not want to be afraid of The Big Bad Wolf anymore. A/N: Help. I don't know why I wrote this. This is pure smut. Good luck. Read on AO3

Masterlist

~

The silence between them was a living, writhing thing as they rode the elevator up to Red’s floor. She still wasn’t sure exactly how she had come to invite the Big Bad Wolf back to her place. It was something about almost dying–and him saving her life.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been alone with the Sheriff. Maybe she never had been. At least, not in Fabletown.

In the Homelands, though…

That memory was one of her most frequent nightmares.

Grandmother, what big eyes you have…

She’d been so stupid and naïve. But then, maybe she still was.

Why else would she be bringing the Big Bad Wolf to her apartment?

They reached her floor, and she fumbled with her keys as they walked to her door. He was smoking one of those disgusting Huff & Puffs, and she wanted to tell him to put it out before they went inside, but it seemed unfair, given he’d just saved her.

So she didn’t ask, but she didn’t have to. He dropped the cigarette to the floor and stomped it out before they went inside.

Her place was small and cosy. She had a combined living room and kitchen, a tiny bathroom and a bedroom. The bathroom door was closed, the bedroom door open.

Bigby looked around in interest, and Red tried not to blush as she cleared her throat.

“I’ll just… get my first aid kit.”

“Don’t bother. It was just a scratch. I’m already healing.”

Red ignored this and went into her bathroom. She dug through the cabinet underneath her sink, then came out, finding Bigby sitting on the very edge of her couch.

His torn white shirt stuck to his chest in places, with blood seeping through. Red stood in front of him, swallowed thickly, and then said: “you should probably take that off.”

He stared up at her, his expression a little helpless.

“Here…” She sat down on the coffee table across from him, setting the first aid kit to the side. Her hands trembled as she reached for the first button of his shirt, and she began to undo those buttons clumsily.

He just kept looking at her.

When his shirt fell open, her eyes met his, and the intensity in them surprised her. She gasped without knowing exactly why.

“Are you alright?” Bigby asked.

“I’m… I’m fine, Sheriff.”

He huffed, as if he didn’t believe her.

“I… I am,” she insisted, and forced her eyes to trail to his chest.

The large gash that had been there had turned into a slight scratch, like a cat’s. Red sighed, leaning back a little. He’d been right. There was no use trying to treat a wound that was already mostly gone.

Why had he agreed to come with her, then? Back to her apartment?

She looked back up at him.

There was so much concern there, on his face, and it occurred to her suddenly that maybe Bigby had just wanted to be sure she’d get home safe.

The Big Bad Wolf, making sure Red Riding Hood gets home safe… It’s like the start of a poor joke.

“You’re afraid of me,” Bigby observed, his voice tense.

Of course she was. Of course she was. He’d killed her grandmother, eaten her. And then he’d tried to do the same to her.

Grandmother, what big teeth you have…

She’d trusted him. For months, she’d trusted him, and then…

His strong voice, saying "Red," broke through her thoughts. He’d spoken that way to her daily, once upon a time. It had always calmed the worst of her anxieties. “Don’t be afraid.”

“I can’t help it.”

He frowned, or at least looked even more broody than he usually did. Slowly, as if giving her a chance to object, he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I won’t hurt you.”

She did believe him. He had been the Sheriff of Fabletown for two hundred years and had proven time and again that he cared about the job, especially lately.

But still. Those had been the eyes she’d looked into while waiting to die.

“I never should have,” he went on. “I was stupid.”

It didn’t exactly make her feel better.

Bigby sighed. “I should go.” He stood, and before she knew what was happening, he’d walked past her to the front door.

“Wait.”

Her heart was beating even harder than before. She was sure he could hear it. But she stood, faced him, walked to where he was hesitating near the door.

“Thank you,” she said. “For saving my life tonight.”

“Just doing my job.”

She kissed him.

It was their first kiss in over three hundred years–since before everything had gone down between them. Last time, they had been in the woods, and it had been a sunny day, like every day had seemed to be back then.

His return kiss matched hers in intensity, a practiced response. Then he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently away.

“You don’t have to do that,” he mumbled.

“I know. I don’t have to do anything,” Red said.

“You’re confused.”

She shook her head.

“You hate me.”

She shook her head again. There was not a bone in her body that could have ever hated him. Even when he’d killed her grandmother, when he’d tried to kill her… Not a bone in her body.

She feared him. But before that, she had loved him.

Shapeshifter. Monster.

Lover.

She kissed him again.

Something between them snapped.

He gripped her hips, pressing her back against the door as he kissed her back, nipping at her lower lip and pushing his tongue into her mouth.

She moaned into the kiss. Her hands roamed his shoulders, drifted down his arms, went to his hips, then pushed underneath his still open shirt to trail across his stomach. Her touch made him shiver.

She kissed him fervently, their tongues brushing and teeth clacking together. She wanted to shed her fear, to lose herself in him the way she once had. He pressed against her, trapping her between him and the door, and his mouth pulled away from hers, trailing instead along her cheek, down to her neck.

“Wolf…” she whispered. “Oh…”

It was his old name, his real name.

His mouth stayed on her neck, his hands gripping her hips again as he nipped and sucked at her skin. Then his teeth grazed over her ear.

“I want you,” he growled.

That noise went straight to her core. Her knees threatened to buckle.

With a graze of her nail against his nipple, she withdrew her hands, pushing his shirt from his shoulders.

He growled again, nipping at her pulse-point. She moaned, her hands on his arms as they moved against each other–grinding like a couple of helpless teenagers.Then, letting out a shuddering gasp, she took his face in her hands, pulling at him until he looked at her.

His eyes were yellow.

That should have petrified her. But instead of fear, she felt a burning arousal.

She drew his mouth to hers again, briefly, her hands exploring his skin. The scars there. Most of them were new, at least since last she’d been with him, though they looked old.

“Jesus… Red,” he said when they drew apart for air.

“We’re wearing far too many clothes,” she complained, ignoring how helpless his tone had become.

He let out a low hum as he pressed his lips to her earlobe, his teeth nipping at it again as he murmured against her ear.

“Patience…”

"Never been my strong suit."

He pressed her harder against the door, teeth clamping down on her neck. His hands went to her hips, holding her still as he moved against her.

She raked her nails down his chest and stomach.

The sound that came from his throat surprised her, and the way his grinding sped up did so even more.

“Yeah, just like that,” she told him.

Her skin was on fire, her lower stomach had become one giant ball of nerves. Every time he bit the place where her neck met her shoulder–never quite drawing blood–a shock went through her system.

She moaned and tilted her head back, exposing more of her neck to him.

His teeth, now sharp, raked against the skin there, and she trembled.

His tongue slid along the trail of blood he’d just left, soothing the burn of the scratch.

Suddenly, her loose V-neck sweater and jeans felt far too constricting. They were in the way.

She held on to Bigby’s shoulders desperately.

“C’mon… C’mon...”

“Hold on to me,” he told her, his voice rough.

She yelped as he picked her up, her legs wrapping around him of their own accord as he carried her to the couch. When they reached it, he gently laid her down, his body trapping hers against the cushions as his lips went back to her neck.

"Fuck..." she had always loved when The Wolf had manhandled her like that, throwing her around like a doll. Like she weighed nothing. Maybe she’d brought what had happened on herself. "Wolf… Bigby…”

He continued to trail a path of kisses and nips down her neck. His hands roamed her sides, then went to her jeans, unbuttoning them.

"Please..." she took a deep breath. "Fuck... I want you so badly..."

His hands had pulled down her tight jeans until they were around her ankles. She kicked them off, then wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Please what?” he asked, his teeth teasing the skin of her collarbone.

"Please take off your pants and fuck me."

Bigby pushed himself up, looking down at her. There was something helpless in his gaze, and Red found herself wondering if he’d spent all these centuries thinking about what had happened between them, too.

He took a deep breath, pulling his belt off and tossing it to the side.

“You’re not gonna back out of this now, are you?”

She laughed. Then she just stared at him, letting him see everything she felt.

She knew her cheeks were flushed, her hair a mess. The places where he’d bit and nipped at her bruised. But it was her eyes she wanted him to notice. The feelings within them.

“Fuck… You’re stubborn, you know that?” His hands went to his pants, and he unbuttoned them.

“How’s that?”

“I’ve done everything in my power to make you stop caring.”

She jolted.

He pushed his pants off, the article of clothing joining his shirt and belt on the floor. Then, he knelt down between her legs, his hands going to grab her hips.

"Here, let me..." She sat up, pulling off her sweater and throwing it randomly away. With it off, she was left only in her bra and panties, with him only in his boxers. At some point, though, she couldn’t remember when, they had both managed to kick off their shoes.

He looked at her with hunger in his eyes.

He laid her down again, his body trapping her between his arms and the couch, then slid down her body. He brought his head down, his mouth attaching to the skin by her navel, to which she moaned and arched into his touch.

"God... damnit, Bigby. Fuck..."

“I don’t remember you swearing this much.” He brought his mouth lower, to the edge of her panties, tongue teasing the sensitive skin just above the lacy material.

She moaned, her hands threading into his hair.

He chuckled darkly.

He brought his lips down, mouthing at her through the material of her underwear, still just teasing her. She gasped at the feeling, rolling her hips against his mouth. She wanted him, wanted him so badly, but he only continued his slow and deliberate movements, the material of her panties getting wet from his tongue.

"Bigby... if you keep that up... I'm gonna..."

“That’s the whole point, Red,” he murmured.

He worked his tongue slowly against her, and her moans became higher in pitch. With how thin the material of her panties was, he might as well have been mouthing at her bare pussy–and it felt like it.

Already, she was so close.

“You’re so goddamn perfect,” he murmured against her.

He brought his hands to her hips again, gripping them tightly, holding them in place so she could no longer move.

"Bigby.... Bigby!" Her hands gripped his hair tightly.

“Not yet, not yet…” he said, then pressed a kiss to her thigh before going back to work on her.

She panted hard, trying desperately not to tumble over the edge… But it was a losing game.

He continued his slow, deliberate movements, his tongue swirling against the material of her panties.

"Bigby, please, please, I'm gonna... I'm gonna-!"

He hummed and licked the material right over her clit. It was all the permission she needed.

She shuddered, gasped, and came entirely undone.

He let her come down from the high as gently as he could, mouthing her through it, then pulling back to simply stare up at her. He rubbed her thighs softly with his hands, and she looked down at him, wondering what he would do next.

“We can stop,” he told her.

“Don’t you dare.”

He pulled her panties off slowly, and she moaned as the cold air hit her sensitive pussy. Then, she watched him through lidded eyes as he pulled his own boxers off his hips, kicking them off the rest of the way.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as he slid into her.

He buried his face against her neck, his arms wrapping around her waist to keep her close to him, his mouth moving against her skin as his cock found home. He stilled, only briefly, then began to slowly thrust.

“Goddamit, Red…”

Every movement of his hips made her see stars. She could hear herself moaning, from very far away, and wasn’t sure if she was saying his name or just making noise.

She wrapped her legs around his waist again. The new angle brought him even deeper.

Neither of them was going to last very long like this, she was sure of it.

"Bigby, please... Harder,” she begged.

His movements became faster. She could tell he was losing himself in her completely, the way she was losing herself in him. Every move of his hips built the pleasure higher, made her moans louder.

Bigby snarled.

They came together, their ragged breaths and moans filling the air, her body trembling with the force of it.

He pressed his mouth to hers, not kissing her, just breathing her air as he rode them through it.

Everything went white.

She eventually came back to herself. His body had collapsed on top of hers, boneless. He nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck again, and her heart was still racing and her breathing was still ragged and she was sure he could feel it.

She laughed breathlessly, stroking her hands lightly over where her nails had at some point drawn blood from his shoulders.

“You… good?” he asked, drawing back to look down at her.

She nodded.

“I was too rough,” he insisted.

She was sure she looked like it, covered in marks and bruises and a little blood from when he’d used his teeth. But she didn’t care. She hadn’t felt this good in over three hundred years.

“I’ll just buy a turtleneck.”

“That’s not-”

“Bigby,” she told him, pushing herself up on her elbows so their faces were closer together. “Stop it.”

He looked down at her, then dropped his head.

She wouldn't make him say what she was sure he felt–wouldn't scare him by voicing it herself. Instead, she ran her fingers through his hair, letting him rest against her as she leaned back against the couch cushions.

They slept there, curled up on the couch, pressed together. Their legs tangled, his arm draped across her and his lips pressed to her pulse.

For the first time in a long time, Little Red Riding Hood did not have nightmares about the Big Bad Wolf.