#BIGBY WOLF. / open.

[bigidiotenergy]

"Great to see you let YOURSELF in." The dryness in Bigby's voice made it hard to pinpoint if he was being sarcastic or not. It was early in the morning and it seemed like he had to be everywhere at once today. He figured he could at least get a cup of coffee in peacefully before the day began— but this person put a damper in those plans.

OPEN - bigby.

[ruinedbycatastrophe]

"-- I should get a lock on this door." He's sure he can't lock the sheriff's office but he really wants to.

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Get Some: Bigby Wolf x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Chapter 5

Contains: Werewolf sex, light werewolf transformation, mating, breeding, rutting, biting, vaginal licking, rough sex, creampie

This shit long >:)

You could still feel it in your ass whenever you would walk up the stairs to the Woodlands. You could still feel the way it touched you, smacking against your bare behind and shocking the life out of you in one of the most amazing ways possible. Whenever you would feel the tug of the tight muscles in your rear it made your face heat up and your heart flutter in your ribs.

Even now, you had to stifle the soft groan that wanted to make it’s way out of your mouth as you walked up the stairs of the Woodlands. You were thankful Grimble was passed out in his dingy old chair like he usually his, snoring away with his security hat covering his entire face and his jacket draped over him like a blanket. Looking at that poor overused chair from the 80’s made you stop in your tracks as a thought illuminated in your mind.

Where was Bigby?

You stood there in the lobby for a minute, looking around hazily as you tried to put the pieces back together in your mind. It had been a hectic day at work, your mind was scrambled from the load that was dumped onto you when you first walked into the building that you actually hadn’t realized that you hadn’t seen Bigby in a few days.

And that worried you.

You immediately started for the elevator, slapping the flickering button to go up as you fished your phone from your pocket. Your texts were bare save for his last text thanking you for the coffee the morning after that night he spanked you with Crowd Control, having brought it after work knowing he had been running himself ragged all day with something. He seemed fine then, or at least as fine as Bigby normally could be on the job.

It wasn’t like Bigby to suddenly go silent like this. As much of a bland texter that he is, he still texts you.

The sharp ding of the elevator startled you, nearly making you drop your phone before you hurried inside.

Should you text him? Is he actually that busy? You would’ve heard something by now if something had actually happened like the Crooked Man case. The walls of this damn apartment building are paper thin and word travels fast with these gossiping Fables.

Your thumbs swiveled before you could even think out what you should say.

‘How’s work?’

Simple. Easy. You know exactly how Bigby will answer it in own special Bigby way with one little word: Bullshit.

But as the elevator kicked off and rose with an eerie hum to fill the dreadful silence, you watched your phone screen with bated breath for him to respond. The doors opened and he still hadn’t even opened your messages.

Why were you acting like this? Bigby’s a busy guy, it’s obvious he isn’t at your beck and call 24/7. So why are you staring and worrying at your phone like a Mundy teenager?

You stepped out of the elevator and nearly turned towards your apartment at the end of the hall when you stopped in your tracks once again. Your head turned in the opposite direction to where Bigby’s apartment was. Should you go look? Knock? See if he’s home? You worried at your bottom lip before you decided that a little peek wouldn’t hurt. If he wasn’t home, he would probably be in his office swamped with paperwork or out on the shitty streets of New York City with a cigarette clamped between his teeth as he did his best to blend in with the Mundy crowd.

You knocked first, you weren’t rude after all. He didn’t call out asking who it was, it was just silence. Not even his tv had been left on and you couldn’t hear the old rotary phone being kept off the ringer. You fished out your keys and pulled out Bigby’s key from the ring and slotted it into the steel knob. The door was locked, the deadbolt unlocking with a heavy clunk before you creeked it open, revealing an empty apartment-

Until your eyes landed on the overgorged talking pig fast asleep in Bigby’s trusty chair. Your shoulders deflated as worried settled in deeper into your gut. You walked right up to Colin and tapped at the thick skin of his shoulder, startling the snoring pig from his dreams. He shot you a dirty look and snorted before realizing it was you and not Bigby.

“Do you know where Bigby is?” you questioned the animal.

Colin seemed taken back by your question before he cocked a fleshy brow.

“Bigby? I thought he was at your place?” That made you feel even worse. Colin slid off of Bigby’s chair with a heavy grunt as his hooves hit the floor. He trotted up to the small side table and did his best to stand up on his hind hooves for a brief minute, just enough to grab the cigarette carton Bigby had left on the table. “A little help?”

You rolled your eyes and fished a cigarette out of the box and lit it with the spare lighter left behind.

“I haven’t seen Bigby in a few days.”

The pig shot you a smug look, puffing smoke from his nostrils.

“Oh, you mean after he spanked you all-”

“Colin,” you glared down at the pig who only snorted out a laugh.

“No, I haven’t seen Bigby. Sorry.”

You left Bigby’s apartment with a huff, locking the door behind you and starting down the hall once again. You paused at the elevator, eyeing it as though it were Pandora’s box, like it would magically give you the answers. Should you go up to his office? Was he really just overworking himself and falling asleep up there amongst the cigarette piles and mountains of paperwork?

You decided that it wouldn’t hurt to go look. If he was actually there, that would soothe your tensed nerves for sure, even if you got to see him for only a minute before he would have to rush off to deliver something to Snow or whoever.

The ride felt even longer than the last despite only going up one floor instead of two. The hallway was empty once again, allowing you to walk faster than you normally would to Bigby’s office where you found the door closed and locked. Through the frosted glass and chipping black letters you could see the lights were off and nobody was home. You sighed through your nose, pulling out your keyring again and fishing out his office key. He had given you a spare after he kept locking himself out of his office by accident one month, feeling bad that he would have to keep asking for Flycatcher to come help him.

His office was… the usual. Dare you say it looked as though he tried to clean up a bit in here. For starters, the mountain of stubbed out cigarette butts he had stacked on an opened up chinese takeout carton was thrown out in the trashcan in the corner and he had organized the filing cabinets in his usual Bigby fashion - not by sorting the alphabetically but by how thick their files were. It’s not a shock that Gren and Bluebeard have some of the thickest files.

It didn’t look like he had been in here for a few days either. No freshly stamped out cigarettes, no cups of coffee half drunk, no takeout boxes stinking up the painfully small office. Even the file that was in front of his chair was a little old, having been dated to the morning of your little rendezvous with the paddle. You couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped you when you opened the file and saw Bigby had wrote in bold red letters ‘Bullshit’ on the first page.

Typical Bigby.

You closed the file as worry bubbled in your chest like a cauldron. Where was he? You dreaded to think that he was hurt or even… worse.

You had to find out.

You locked Bigby’s office behind you and started for the Business Office. You hated the way your throat tensed up at the mere thought of Bigby getting hurt. You saw how mangled he was after his fight with Mary, and that honestly scared the shit out of you. And to think that something like that could happen again?

You opened the door to the Business Office, shocked to find nobody around. You stepped in, the magical door closing softly behind you as you walked deeper in. It looked like they were in the process of moving things around, bookshelves mismanaged as books themselves fluttered and floated from shelf to shelf. The large pirate ship creaked eerily in the background. The enchanted knights armors were alive for the first time in awhile, pushing and pulling furniture around on King Cole’s orders. You watched as two knights heaved a big bookshelf in front of you, and as they passed you saw it sitting before you: The Magic Mirror.

Long healed since the shattering incident, the crystal clear glass seemed to fade into the usual swirling green when he sensed you looking in his general direction. You swallowed thickly and walked up, fighting back the whimper that nearly escaped you when you got close. You don’t even think you could figure out a rhyme right now you were that frazzled.

Luckily you didn’t have to.

You heard the flapping of big feathery wings before you felt eyes on you. You felt him soar over your head before he landed on the genie lamp long since vacated. You turned to see Bufkin sitting tall, bald hands placed on his hairy knees as his tail swished behind him with his usual delight.

“Hello, Ms. (L/n)! It’s been a while since your last visit here,” Bufkin smiled at you. For such dark eyes, they really did sparkle with life and joy. “How are you doing today Miss?”

“I- Not so good Bufkin.” You noticed the flying monkey’s face hold some sort of hesitance, brows knit with slight worry. Though he had no irises, you could tell he was looking between you and somewhere else behind your shoulders. “Bufkin, you wouldn’t happen to know where Bigby is, do you?”

The little guy froze, wings stiffening and tail becoming straight as an arrow.

Gotcha.

“M-Mr. Bigby?” he echoed back to you. His wings drew in close to his shoulders, almost like he was trying to hide himself from your gaze. “No, ma’am!” he answered all too quickly. “Come to think of it, I haven’t seen Mr. Bigby in a few days!”

You made to press the monkey further when you heard two voices pipe up from somewhere amongst the mess. It was Snow - of course it would be, the woman never gets a chance to rest around here since her promotion to Deputy Mayor - and a male’s voice that sounded familiar to you. Bufkin didn’t dare take off with you this close, knowing you could snag a hold of his tail if he tried to get away, so he sat there and watched the shadows on the bookshelves grow larger.

“... should be go to go in a few more days,” you caught the tail end of what the man was saying.

You heard sigh in defeat, her heels clacking against the freshly polished floor.

“I suppose I should ask Beast if he can take over until Bigby’s back,” she stated unenthusiastically.

Your interest was peaked to say the least. Bigby wasn’t here?

The shadows eventually gave way to reveal a very tired Snow White at the end of her rope as well as Dr. Swineheart, both of whom seemed shocked to see you standing there with Bufkin as still as a statue. You saw Snow eye the doctor nervously out of the corner of her eye, but the doctor stood firm and emotionless as he always is.

If Dr. Swineheart was saying those things about Bigby, it really drove it home that something was wrong. Was Bigby sick? You’ve never seen the man sick a day in his life aside from being sick of work and the accompanying annoying fables. Injured? You’ve seen that plenty of times, that’s for sure.

“(Y/n)-” Snow swallowed thickly before putting on her best false smile. “What brings you by?”

“I think you know the answer to that, Snow.” You took a few steps forward and Bufkin took his chance, flapping off somewhere amongst the clutter, but you paid him no mind. “What’s wrong with Bigby?” you eyed the doctor warily.

“I assure you, Miss (L/n), that Sheriff Wolf is fine. He just needs… rest.”

“Why’d you word it like that?”

It was becoming more and more obvious that something was up. Snow shuffled her stance from one foot to the other, folding her hands to her front as she avoided eye contact.

“It’s complicated. Bigby cannot have visitors, especially you. I’m sorry.” You took slight offense to his statement and you saw the doctor regret his choice of words. “Miss (L/n), I promise you, he’s fine. He just needs to be alone for now.” He turned his attention back to Snow for a moment, nodding his head. “I must be off. I have to start planning for my visit to the farm. Miss White.” He spared you a worried glance. “Miss (L/n).”

He quickly exited the business office, not sparing either of you a passing glance as the door opened and shut behind him.

Snow seemed to shrink under your gaze, avoiding eye contact and all. You’ve never seen her look like this before.

“Snow-”

“(Y/n)-” You both stopped and made eye contact. The tension was so thick in the air you could choke from it let alone snuff it out like it was a dragon. Snow cleared her throat and you let her do the talking. “(Y/n), Bigby really can’t be around you right now. Trust me,” her gaze faltered, looking away with an odd look of embarrassment on her porcelain face. Was she… blushing? “I saw it happen before the first time it happened and…” she glanced your way again, “it wasn’t pretty.”

It took you a minute to piece together what the fuck she was getting at when it hit you suddenly.

“Where is he?”

Snow’s eyes widened.

“(Y/n), Bigby wouldn’t want you to see him like this-”

“Where is he, Snow?”

It took her a minute, obviously weighing her options here. She knew you weren’t going to stop looking anytime soon, and she knows Bigby won’t be able to talk himself out of it this time.

“He’s in the basement. In one of the cells towards the back of the cellar.” You nodded, thanking her under your breath. As you turned to leave, Snow stopped you with a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Wait.” You spared another glance at the deputy mayor who was still red in the cheeks from beating around a topic like this. “Bigby… Bigby won’t be like how he normally is.”

“Thanks, Snow.”

This place gave you the chills, filling you with a horrid sense of dread as you trekked slowly through this place. Light by dim lighting, you followed Snow’s directions through the rarely used crypt, even catching a glimpse of the witching well on your journey. Every step you took echoed, the beams in the ceilings were caked in cobwebs as spiders and other insects crawled around. It smelled musty down here, damp with the sweet smell of rot swirling around. It made your stomach rumble uncomfortably.

You eventually came up to the cell blocks, opening the heavy and very enchanted door, nearly throwing your back out as you barely opened it enough to squeeze through before it slammed shut behind you. The sound boomed down the hall. If Bigby hadn’t sniffed you out the second you stepped into the basement, he knew you were here now. You spied a light on at the end of the long hallway and started for it.

The entire way down, you could hear this odd scratching sound echoing from the room along with deep animalistic groaning and whining. You stalked forward encased in the shadows, but you knew it didn’t do anything for you.

He could smell you.

You could hear him snuffling and snorting behind the door, see the looming shadow of him pass over what little light was let out by the few short bars acting as a window. He was panting, his voice deep and heavy. There was something heavy and metallic rattling in the room as you heard his lumbering footsteps roam around as much as the room allowed him to.

You made it to the door, eyeing the handle as though it were the bane of your existence before you peered into the room only to be startled when Bigby’s clawed hand sank its nails into the door. You jumped back with a shout, your heart throbbing in your chest and blood roaring in your ears.

“Get out,” Bigby ordered.

His voice was pained, holding himself together as much as he can, but even you can tell by the way he was breathing that his mind was dwindling.

There was a wolf at the door.

“Bigby, let me help you,” your words barely made it out of your mouth. It felt like you had shot him with a silver round, your lover openly groaning as he denied his primal nature bubbling to the surface. He can’t do it, he can’t let it happen. He’ll hurt you. “Bigby, pleas-”

“Get out!” he boomed even louder.

“No!” You stood your ground, getting close to the door again as Bigby quickly retracted his claws from the bars. You stopped again when your eyes met bloody red ones. Not yellow, not those glowing golds, but red. You’ve never seen them red before. “Let me in, Bigby.”

He was half-turned already, but he looked so much bigger than he normally does. He looked more animalistic, more primal. And fuck- the way he was glaring at you through the bars had your entire body feeling feverish with carnal need. His gaze softened ever so slightly, your lover fighting for more control over the beast.

“(Y/n), I don’t wanna hurt you,” his voice was so soft.

“You won’t,” you wrapped your hands around the bars. “I trust you. You need me and I wanna help.” He hesitated, near pupilless eyes boring into your soul. “Please.”

Bigby was fighting a losing battle with himself, the scales of judgment were starting to tip in favor of his unfavorable side. He could hear the call of the wild baying loudly in the back of his mind. His body was coated in a sheen of sweat that did little to cool his overly hot body. He hated the way his ruts made him feel, like he was some sex-hungry beast Mundies make werewolves out to be in movies and smutty novels. To say he’s terrified out of his mind was a major understatement as he eyed the keys to his cell behind you. As you turned and followed his eyes, he nearly barked at you to leave, wanting to back out at the last second only to give in completely as his hardened cock seemingly throbbed at the sight of your backside.

He was ashamed of himself.

The keys felt odd when you took them down from their hook, the enchantments sending odd tingles down your fingers and settling deep in your wrist. As you turned back, Bigby’s eyes pinned you in your spot for a minute once again, your lover growing hungrier and hornier for you as the seconds passing like sand in an hourglass.

“Back up, Bigby.”

He did as you commanded, stalking back into the barely lit cell as you slotted the key into the heavy lock. It took a minute for the enchantments to finally open the damn door, almost like the witches on the thirteenth floor were giving you one last chance to get out of there. You quickly slipped into the cell, closing it behind you, turning your back to Bigby as you locked the door.

That was your mistake.

As the lock settled with a heavy thunk, Bigby had suddenly pinned you up against the cold wood, one of his hands suddenly fisting the material of your jacket as his other hand dug grooves into the stone brick wall beside your head. His nails were long and dark like obsidian, glinting dangerously as his hairy arm slowly grew bulky. You could feel his hot breath hitting the side of your face as you struggled lightly, letting out a short whimper when Bigby pressed himself closer to you.

He was completely naked.

It made your cheeks heat up for sure, especially when his cock pressed into your backside. Your eyes widened, mouth hanging open just a bit when you felt all of him. Even something else you’ve never felt before digging into your ass as Bigby shamelessly rutted into you. What was that? It was like something was swollen at the base of his cock. Was that also a part of his rut?

You could feel Bigby growing behind you, his strength increasing, see his hand and arm growing hairier and thicker with rippling muscle. You couldn’t help the meek little noise that came from you when Bigby leaned down and dragged his fangs lightly against your exposed neck, his hot breath still held the taste of cigarettes as he panted and sniffed at your skin.

Your back was suddenly against the door now, Bigby’s monstrous hands caged you in. You couldn’t help it when your eyes widened at the sight of him. He had fully turned, looking like something out of a horror movie with how he towered over you and how saliva clung to his fangs and nearly drooled from his muzzle. His eyes were hypnotizing, so big and so bright, you oddly felt calm despite a near eight foot tall werewolf was in front of you ready to fuck the lights out of you.

It’s not like you hadn’t seen Bigby like this before, hell, it’s how you both really got acquainted and soon turned it into your blossoming relationship. You’ve just never seen him like this, and you couldn’t lie to yourself: This was actually kind of hot.

And then you saw it. Your eyes made contact with his dick, and there was indeed some swelling at the base of his cock. He was so much bigger like this. Would that even fit inside of you?

“Bigby,” you whispered his name, making eye contact again. You could tell he was fighting his urges still, pupils contracting and growing, ears swiveling, claws sinking in deep into the stone. “Let-Let me get my clothes off, okay? Please?”

Bigby was lucid enough to understand that, eyes lighting up as his shoulders eased up, lowering his hands to let you out.

You quickly stepped away, shucking your jacket off of your shoulders and peeling your shirt over your head. You toed off your shoes and unhooked your bra, earning you a deep growl from Bigby as he watched your breasts be freed. As you went to unbutton your pants, you took a little inventory of his makeshift room. There was a cot in the corner with a thin looking pillow and an even thinner blanket. There was a plain wooden end table with a lamp turned on. In the other corner was a small table with a single chair, an ashtray was filled with ash and stubbed out cigarettes. Laid across the back of the chair was a change of clean clothes for Bigby when he was finally out of the woods, his usual attire of dark slacks, a button up and his tie.

When you wriggled your pants down your legs and kicked them to the side, Bigby advanced, pinning you to the wall again. You couldn’t help the moan that left you when his tongue licked a solid stripe up your neck, inhaling your scent from your pulse point. His cock pressed against your stomach, his body was radiating such intense heat, his fur started to stick lightly as sweat gathered on your skin. You placed your hands on Bigby’s hairy shoulders, nails biting in, caressing the brawny muscle as Bigby lapped at your skin.

He gathered you into his beastly arms, crooning and huffing against your skin as you combed your fingers through his fur. You moaned as his tongue traced up the column of your neck to your jaw, licking the salt that gathered on your skin and inhaled your sweet sweat. His claws dragged lightly over your flesh, catching at your panties that you had yet to take off. He knotted his fingers in the backside of your panties and tore them completely off of you, dropping the scraps of fabric to the floor before he lifted you off of the ground.

You clung to him, your legs although were starting to shake drew up to his waist, knees digging into his sides as you couldn’t link your ankles behind him. You only let go when he carelessly dropped you onto the cot, batting the blanket away as the thing rattled and shifted. Bigby had snatched the edge, the metal bar caving in under his monstrous grip as he yanked it away from the wall to give himself more room. He enjoyed the little gasp you let out, red eyes hypnotized with the way your breasts swayed at the sharp movements.

The cot was old but sturdy, although, the poor thing may not last long with how riled up Bigby was. It was at least fifty years old, probably an old one used from some war. You knew Bigby served in some wars, you saw the medals he received stuffed into one of his dresser drawers. The green canvas bedding was cold, a blessing against your hot and sweaty back as Bigby towered over you.

You felt a little embarrassed under his gaze, drawing your legs closed and pulling them up a bit to hide your cunt that was absolutely soaking wet at the thoughts of what Bigby could do to you. As if you offended the wolfman, Bigby snatched at one of your ankles with a vicious snarl curling his muzzle and spread your legs wide open. You winced as his claws sank into your ankle, blood beading at the flesh as Bigby pulled you roughly to the edge of the cot. Bigby’s other hand snatched at the meat of your waist, pressing you against the cot so you couldn’t get away. He spread you wider, crying softly as you felt the stretch burn painfully sweet between your legs. You shivered when you felt Bigby’s breath ghost over your cunt, the wolfman hunching over to sniff and indulge himself in your scent.

A loud whine slipped from you as Bigby’s tongue lapped up your cunt, his long tongue spreading your nether lips open as the tip dipped nearly into your womanhood. He growled with pleasure, almost like a purr as he drew himself closer to you. His fur clung to your sweaty skin. His shoulders were too wide and brawny, forcing you to toss your other leg over his back, the heel of your foot digging into his dense muscles.

You sighed and moaned, squeezing your eyes shut and digging the back of your head into the strong canvas. The smooth material drank up the sweat that beaded against your skin, Bigby’s body heat blanketed you, nearly suffocating you. Your hands latched onto his fuzzy shoulders, tugging on the fur and pulling deep snarls from your lover.

His tongue dove even deeper inside of you, licking at your velvety walls, tongue fucking you. The tip of his tongue reached depths inside of you neither his tongue nor your fingers could reach. You couldn’t last long like this, already feeling an immense pressure building up inside of you, the wolfman snuffling and groaning as he felt your walls flutter against his tongue. You cried even louder when he bared his fangs, grazing them against your sweet cunt to pull more noises from you. He could get high from the noises you made alone, but now?

You came suddenly on the wolfman’s face with a loud cry that rattled off of the stoney walls and echoed down the hall. If anyone was listening, they would surely be red in the face and turning around right then and there.

He wasn’t done just yet. Although he seemed satisfied to have dragged you through your first climax of the soon-to-be many, he still lapped at your cunt with his agile tongue. You whined and wheezed, begging pitifully for Bigby to let up only for it to fall on deaf ears. He lapped at your sweet nectar as though you were the fountain of life, crooning at how perfect you tasted to him. His grip on you was tight, keeping you spread like a deer about to be dressed, eating you out as though you actually were.

“B-Bigby-” you whispered out. “Bigb- Please! AH!”

He nearly drew another sweet orgasm to the surface, pulling away at nearly the last second and left you feeling hollow and blazing hot. You whined like a child, scratching at the bedding of the cot like that would do something, eyes flying open as you propped yourself up on your elbows.

Your eyes came face to face with his cock.

You felt the color nearly drain from your blazing hot cheeks. He was big. Much bigger than you’ve taken from him before. His cock was standing at full attention, hefty balls taut with his seed that was to coat your womb white, the swelling was still present at the base of his dick. Semen had leaked a bit from his head, rolling down his thick shaft, following along the vein that ran along the underside of his cock. You whimpered, eyeing between his wolfish face and his dick as he slowly advanced. Your ankle was still in his grasp, the wolfman pulling you to the edge completely so your legs fully dangled off, the edge of the cot’s metal bars cushioned your ass that laid half off the bed.

Bigby kept your ankle in his grip, his claws lightening up as blood started to roll down your calf towards your knee. His other hand caught his weight as he came close to you, planting it on the metal bar beside your head, the metal groaning and the canvas hissing under the added weight. The poor thing could probably handle two people sleeping on it, not one person and one big werewolf. Bigby’s eyes were haunting, dual seas of red, pupils dilating, your reflection obvious in the shine of his eyes.

He hesitated. You could see the strain in his eyes. He was giving you one last chance to get the fuck out of here. You only sealed your fate when you lazily laid your arms over his broad and fuzzy shoulders, nails lazily scratching him, your eyes practically begging him to fuck you until you couldn’t walk.

Until it took.

Just the thought had your cunt tightening, begging to be filled again by his thick girth. You suddenly loved the idea of being bred by him and loathed the idea of his warm and fertile seed leaking out of your abused pussy to the cot below.

You wanted to be bred.

You winced when you felt his head roughly press against you, rutting his hips in a way that slowly spread you out again. An immense pressure erupted from your passageway until a horrible pain nearly split you apart. Your core felt like it was being torn apart, your cunt aching as Bigby mounted you. You screamed and squeezed your eyes shut, your mouth hanging open as Bigby sank his cock deeper inside of you. He wasn’t quiet himself, baying and crooning and howling as your walls clamped around him. His tongue lolled out of the side of his muzzle, drool as well as your climax from minutes ago made his fangs glisten in the low lighting. He huffed and puff, snapping his maw as his claws once again sank into your ankle until it made your toes curl and your leg tense and seize in pain. His claws next to your head tore into the metal, squeezing it way beyond repair, way worse than what he had done when he dragged the cot out of the corner, bending it in a way that made the cot kind of buckle and tilt.

“Bigby!” you sobbed aloud.

He snapped his jaws again, slobber wetting the side of your face and neck as he took in your sweet scent again, huffing against the side of your neck as he fully sheathed himself inside of you. You felt the swelling at your cunt, his tip kissing your cervix. It was like he was slotted in perfectly, your entire passageway stuffed with his cock to the point you worried for when he would start thrusting. He continued to rut inside of you, barely rocking his hips in a slow motion, his head teasing your tight cervix and pulled another orgasm from you. You sobbed, chest heaving, your lungs feeling like they would pop from the pressure that's built up inside of you. Your stomach was in knots, your brain lost in a thick fog, your vision going completely white for a few seconds.

He slowly started to rock his hips a little faster, working his way up to a steady pace, fucking you into the cot as his thrusts started to get rough. You lost your voice, only able to gasp and sigh and whimper, eyes drooping as Bigby mounted you, fucking you like the animal he is.

He nosed your head to the side and started licking at your neck, favoring right where your pulse pressed against your skin.

His heavy balls smacked against your cunt, the swelling started to get a little bigger, Bigby��s thrusts began to get rougher and rougher.

He suddenly pulled out of you and turned you over so you were forced onto your hands and very shaky knees. Bigby placed a hand on your upper back between your shoulders and forced you down onto the cot face first so your ass was sticking straight up. Bigby wasted no time in remounting you, fully sheathing himself up to the root in one fluid motion. Your scream cut off with a choke, eyes flying wide open as your entire body seized up from another orgasm. Your hips nearly fell had it not been for Bigby wrapping one burly arm under your belly to keep you where you were. You groaned, feeling your body growing heavy and weary. Your entire body felt sluggish, ready to tap out, but Bigby had other plans.

He fucked you, fucked into you, rocking your near-limp body in the opposite way he was fucking you to really drive it home. The cell was filled with the quick slapping of his cock against your flesh, wet and warm and full of your breathing.

Bigby suddenly snapped his jaws and snarled, feeling his saliva lightly splatter against your naked back. You felt it, the twitching of his cock inside of you rutting against your velvety walls. The swelling at the base of his cock suddenly became thick, and in a few more thrusts, it was like Bigby was locked into you. You groaned, feeling him sink fully into you, the pressure building up, the head of his cock nestled right in that special little area inside of you. Bigby ground himself inside of you, growling and crooning as he licked at your body. His tongue ran along the curve of your neck and shoulder, favoring the crook as his teeth ghosted over your skin.

You’ve been bitten by Bigby before, plenty of times, but you knew this one would be different. You didn’t know much about this kind of thing, but you had a feeling this was something to do with his rut.

He sank his teeth into the meat of your shoulder, locking his jaws around the joint as he ground himself inside of you, desperate for any friction he could get. You screamed, tears streaming down your cheeks as you felt his fangs tear into you before a calming sensation rolled over you, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, calming your nerves as Bigby unhinged his jaws from your body. He lapped at the blood that dribbled loose, tongue rolling over the divots he made in your skin.

Bigby suddenly seized, arching his back, lifting his muzzle into the air towards the ceiling and howled, cumming deep inside of you. You moaned along with him, nails dragging down the length of the cot bedding as you felt thick ropes of his semen right into your waiting womb. He halted all movement, the head of his cock pressing right up against your cervix as he painted your womb white. The swelling around the base of his dick acted like a damn plug for the most part.

You groaned, eyes fluttering to stay open. You were practically drooling, like putty in Bigby’s beastly hands, limp and heavy and full of his cum. You felt so warm it was almost impossible.

You don’t know how long it took for the swelling to go down, but it slowly did, allowing Bigby to slowly unsheath himself from you. He gently place your belly down onto the cot and you shivered, missing his warmth at your back as well as his cum now seeped from your aching pussy and onto the canvas beneath you.

Bigby hovered over you again, a gentle croon pushing from his muzzle as he lapped at the bite that was now lightly throbbing against your shoulder. You whimpered, trying to push yourself up from the canvas only for Bigby to push you back down, and rather forcefully.

You were about to protest, trying to form words when you felt Bigby try to clamber onto the cot.

And then you felt it again, poking against your ass, slowly rutting against your cunt and using his spilled semen to lube himself back up again.

[defectivevillain]

rest for the weary

pairing: Bigby Wolf/Reader

reader's race & gender are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors used.

summary: There is silence for far too long. You’re intently focused on wiping his skin clean of the dried bloodstains, making sweeping gestures with infinite care. Bigby wants to reassure you that you don’t have to be so careful, that he’s used to cruelty and maleficent gazes and bloodied knuckles. But the words feel caught in his throat. This compassion is so foreign to him; he can’t help but instinctively wonder if there’s something you’re getting out of this.

word count: 2.3k | ao3 version

warnings: canon-typical blood and violence, exhaustion/fatigue

After his long patrol, Bigby wants nothing more than to fall asleep and never wake up. He manages to get to his apartment, albeit with a bit more clumsiness and lethargy than usual. When he finally opens the door, he’s greeted with Colin’s irritated expression. The annoyed look on his face fades when he evidently gets a full glimpse of Bigby’s injuries. The wolf knows he must look horrible; he doesn’t have to look in the mirror to know there are dark circles under his eyes and dried bloodstains on his clothes. 

“You look like shit,” Colin remarks helpfully. 

“Thanks.” Bigby responds tiredly, limping towards his armchair. Colin is merciful today, and doesn’t even utter a word of argument as he gives up the seat and moves to sit on the floor. Bigby sinks into the armchair and just barely holds back a pained hiss. He tilts his head back and stares up at the ceiling, still reeling from the events that occurred on his patrol today. His adrenaline carried him through multiple fights, and it isn’t until quiet moments like these that the gravity of what he’s been through dawns on him. 

Bigby’s eyes are slipping closed when he hears a harsh knock on his door. He groans and shuts his eyes again, wincing at the pain concentrated in his temple that is gradually migrating to his jaw. A nasty headache on top of his injuries—somehow, that tracks. Bigby waits to hear the sound of footsteps gradually growing further away. 

Instead, there’s another knock—even louder than the previous one. Bigby groans again and Colin raises an eyebrow, as if to ask if he’s going to answer the door. 

“Bigby.” The wolf’s heart skips a beat as he recognizes your voice. You live in the apartment below his: 104. You’re one of the only people who is nice to him, aside from Snow and Beauty. You never seemed to be afraid of him, which was refreshing. Selfishly speaking, Bigby doesn’t want you to see him in this state—doesn’t want you to start thinking of him as the Big Bad Wolf. You continue, immune to his internal dilemma. “I know you’re in there. Open up.” You say insistently. 

Bigby doesn’t make a move to get up. He doesn’t think he can get to his feet and walk over to the door, even if he wanted to. Exhaustion is settling in his bones and he is close to drifting off into unconsciousness once he realizes that the knocking has stopped. 

Suddenly, there’s a loud crash. Bigby is mercilessly tugged back from the throes of sleep as his front door swings open and crashes into the adjacent wall. He blinks slowly and pushes himself up in the chair, glancing at the front door to find you stumbling forward with uneasy balance. The two of you exchange looks and Bigby sees a flicker of regret and guilt appear on your face, before the emotions are replaced with a mischievous grin. 

“That was fun,” you remark with a look of surprise. Then you glance around the room, murmuring a quick greeting to Colin, before looking back at him once more. The wolf stares at you in disbelief. “I can see why you do it so often.”

“What the hell are you doing?” Bigby asks, once he manages to process everything that just happened. He’s usually the one kicking doors down—he’s never been on the other side of the situation before. Bigby can’t say he likes it much. 

“Checking in on you, obviously,” you answer, crossing your arms over your chest. Bigby realizes that this is the first time you’ve been in his apartment; typically, he visits you at yours or the two of you meet in the lobby. He’s mildly embarrassed by the dirty clothes and empty bottles laying around. The pain makes it easy to forget any potential humiliation, though. “I can see I was right to be worried.” You say as you study him, your lips pressed in a thin line. 

“How did you-” Bigby chokes out. 

“You were a bit louder than normal,” you respond easily. You’re looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze, as if you’re able to see straight through him. Bigby feels strangely exposed. “And your footsteps were… uneven.”

That’s it? Bigby thinks to himself. While he doesn’t utter the question, the sentiment must be clear on his face. 

“I just knew something was wrong, okay?” You say defensively. You take a step forward and look him up and down, evidently concerned for his wellbeing. Bigby wants to remark that he’s suffered worse, but he knows that wouldn’t reassure you.

“Well, I’m fine,” Bigby remembers to say moments later. It’s getting a bit hard to breathe around his bruised ribs and he has to put conscious effort towards inhaling slowly.  

You don’t seem to believe him for a moment. “You sound like a broken record,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “Come on.” You act as if you own the place, pacing past the entryway and moving towards the bathroom. Bigby watches you for several moments, before giving in with a sigh and pushing himself off the armchair. Every small movement sends pain shooting through him. He takes an uneasy step forward and stumbles, but Colin wordlessly pushes against his left leg and corrects his balance before he can fall. Bigby murmurs a word of thanks and heads to the bathroom. 

When he finally makes it to his far too-small bathroom, you’re waiting for him. You gesture for him to sit on the toilet seat, which he does after a moment of hesitation. You have a damp cloth in hand and, once he sits, you’re washing the blood and dirt from his face with a gentle touch. Bigby flinches at how cold the water is, and you murmur a quick apology before continuing. 

There is silence for far too long. You’re intently focused on his skin beneath the cloth, making sweeping gestures with infinite care. Bigby wants to reassure you that you don’t have to be so careful, that he’s used to cruelty and maleficent gazes and bloodied knuckles. But the words feel caught in his throat. This compassion is so foreign to him; he can’t help but instinctively wonder if there’s something you’re getting out of this. 

Eventually, you finish with his face and begin cleaning his forearms. You push up his sleeves, wiping away the blood before staring at him with an unreadable expression. When you break the silence, Bigby notices that you’re suddenly averting your gaze. “You may need to… take off your shirt.”

Bigby stares at you for a moment, before comprehending the question. “Right,” he mutters, moving to unbutton his shirt with trembling hands. You don’t comment on how long the effort takes him, but Bigby does hear the stifled intake of breath that escapes your lips as your eyes rove up and down his torso. He looks down, finding the gaping wound at his side that you can’t seem to look away from. 

You almost look sick to your stomach. But Bigby knows it can’t be from the grotesque nature of his wound—he knows you’ve seen your fair share of blood and violence. You live in the Fables, after all. Violence is an everyday occurrence. The wolf watches as you take a slow breath, as if to steady yourself, before grabbing the cloth and bending down to dab at the wound. Your equilibrium seems to be off, as you lurch forward with the movement. Bigby steadies you with a hand on your shoulder and you place your free hand on his side to steady yourself. He promptly ignores the heat that spreads across his skin at the casual touch. 

A seemingly endless time later, you lean back and Bigby can breathe again. You assess his wound once more, eyebrows furrowing. “Do you have bandages?” Bigby shakes his head imperceptibly. You seem to be expecting that answer, as you sigh exasperatedly. “I’ll be right back.”

In the blink of an eye, you’re standing in front of him once more—holding a nondescript tube of ointment and a roll of bandages. At his questioning look, you explain that the ointment will prevent infection; you then apply a small amount on his wound, before placing the bandage on his skin and slowly wrapping it around his chest. Bigby remains silent the entire time, at a loss for words. Admittedly, this feels like a dream. He wouldn’t be surprised if he woke in a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling from his armchair in his bloodstained clothes. 

But this is no dream. Your touch is all too real. Bigby feels as if his skin is doused in flames. Time seems to drag on with unrushed lethargy, trapping him in this horrible, incredible feeling. You step away too soon and too late. 

“Sorry, I’m afraid that’s the best I can do,” you say with a frown. Bigby looks down at the bandage. His gaze returns to you. This is more than anyone has ever done for him. He has never been treated so delicately before. The warmth of your skin still lingers and Bigby thinks he wants it back. Your eyes are bright in the dim lighting of his bathroom and the realization comes crashing down on him. He thinks he wouldn’t mind if every day were to go like this, if he could return home to you every day. Indulgently, selfishly, he wants to drown in this very moment. 

Bigby doesn’t know how it happens. One moment, you’re breathing a question he never imagined he would hear—not even in his wildest dreams. The next, he’s tugging you closer by the collar and kissing you. You lurch forward and place a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. Bigby pulls you impossibly closer, relishing in the surprised sound that wrenches its way out of your throat. Your fingers run through his hair and goosebumps prickle along his forearms. 

“I’m still here,” Colin announces from the living room. The moment is immediately broken, and Bigby regretfully lets his hands fall from your face. Your hands slip from the nape of his neck and the wolf feels a shiver roll down his spine. You’re staring at him again.

“I should get you some clothes,” you then announce, stepping out of the bathroom. He hears you pacing around the apartment until you find his closet; you return moments later with a shirt and sweatpants in hand. Admittedly, Bigby hasn’t worn that pair of sweatpants in years—he forgot he owned them. You then close the door and leave him to change. The effort isn’t painless, but within a few minutes, he’s in infinitely more comfortable clothing. Bigby gets to his feet and opens the door, walking out to the living room. 

You look over from where you’d been speaking to Colin. “Now you should rest,” you order, walking towards him. “Let me get you to bed.” You place a reassuring hand on his shoulder and start looking around the space. 

A maelstrom of unsavory emotions hits him all at once. “I don’t have a bed.” Bigby blurts out within moments. Your gaze snaps to him and your eyes are blown wide. 

“What?” You exclaim. “You don’t have a bed?” You then look to Colin for assistance, as if waiting for him to disagree. Colin makes a gesture similar to a shrug. Bigby tries to explain that he simply never needed one, but he fears it’s too late—your eyes are already gleaming with resolve. “Then you’re coming downstairs with me.” You assert, taking a few steps towards the front door before turning back around. “It was nice talking to you, Colin.” You say with a small smile. 

“See you,” Colin murmurs, sending Bigby an unreadable look when you turn your back. Bigby just shrugs and follows after you, knowing there’s no point in arguing. This is not a debate he would win and, frankly, he’s too tired to refuse the offer of a soft mattress. The wolf closes his apartment door and heads down the hallway after you. Now that his adrenaline has died down, he feels his exhaustion setting in. When the two of you make it to the elevator, Bigby grasps at the railings and closes his eyes. 

“Almost there,” you say, breaking him from his thoughts. Somehow, the elevator is on the first floor already. The wolf takes a deep breath and manages to summon enough energy to make it to your door. You unlock it quickly and push it open. From there, you guide him to your bed. Bigby doesn’t have the awareness to think anything of sleeping in your bed at the present moment, but he’s sure it’ll dominate his thoughts in the morning. 

He reclines in your bed and is abruptly thrown back into the past, into a different bed in a cabin in the woods and a different identity— 

“Rest,” you remark, breaking him out of his thoughts. You step back and, for a fraction of a moment, Bigby thinks you’re leaving. But you simply walk around to the other side of the bed and turn on the small deskside lamp, grabbing a book from the nightstand. “I’ll be here.”

The knowledge that you’re watching over him makes him feel… cared for; valued; appreciated; and seen for who he truly is. Bigby takes a shuddering breath, pretending his heart isn’t racing out of his chest. He feels incredibly vulnerable. His throat is burning with unshed tears. A small part of him still fundamentally distrusts your kindness, no matter how much of it you have shown him. That small part of him beckons him back to the shadows, proclaiming that no one will ever love him, that he isn’t worth loving.  As if sensing his spiraling thoughts, you reach out and clasp his hand. “It’s alright.” You speak with such certainty that Bigby finds himself instantaneously relaxing, his shoulders loosening as he practically sinks into the mattress. For the first time, he wholeheartedly believes that maybe, just maybe, everything will actually be alright.

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[gogogodzilla]

day 15, keeping quiet

bigby wolf x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, dirty talk, creampie, afab reader, bigby calls reader doll kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

Bigby’s apartment is shitty. He knows it’s shitty. You know it’s shitty. 

The walls are paper thin, so you must be very careful about the noises you make. You avoid having sex in Bigby’s apartment like the plague, but when his hands are touching you just right and you feel like you might explode if you wait any longer, it’ll do.

“Could smell just how badly you needed me from downstairs, doll,” he says, and heat rushes to your cheeks. 

The only downside to dating Bigby is that you can never hide when you’re aroused. He’ll either smell it on you or deduce it some other way. He’s good at reading people like that, and he can read you better than anyone. 

You’re sat on Bigby’s lap, fingertips tracing over his stubble as he kisses you. Your pencil skirt is long gone, and your blouse is half unbuttoned. Bigby’s shirt is opened just enough to expose his toned chest. Below you, he is thrusting lazily into you. You sink your teeth into his shoulder, silencing the moans that escape you. He grunts and loses his rhythm just for a moment. 

He runs his fingers over the bare skin of your thighs and over the curve of your ass, pinching lightly. You yelp and he grins against the crook of your neck. 

“Thought you were all bark and no bite,” he jokes, voice low and gravelly. 

The once gentle rain pattering against the window is now a torrential downpour. You jump as a clap of thunder echoes throughout the apartment. Bigby bites back a groan as you clench around him.  

“Scared of a little thunder, doll?” he teases quietly. You meet Bigby’s thrusts with your own, matching his pace. You secretly hope the thunder will cover up the lewd noises you’re making. 

“Fuck off—” 

Your retort is cut short by Bigby grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto his cock. You gasp and arch your back as he continues pounding into you. 

“S’okay, doll,” he reassures through grunts with each snap of your hips. “Big Bad Wolf is here to protect you.” 

You snort and begin to press messy kisses along his neck. He groans as you latch your lips onto his pulse point, your tongue running over the flushed skin. You rock your hips against his, the familiar heat pooling in your core. 

Bigby’s large hands roam your body, fingertips dipping under the hem of your blouse. He tugs at the front of your blouse hard enough for the buttons to pop off, rolling away into the rest of the apartment.

Bigby cut off your protests by pulling you into a kiss. He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and you let him taste you. His fingers dance up your back and unclip your bra, and you pull away long enough to throw it elsewhere. 

He runs his fingers through the hair at the base of your neck and tugs, pulling your head back and baring your chest to him. 

“Fuckin’ love your tits, beautiful,” he breathes before trailing kisses over your chest. He thrusts into you again as he kneads your breast, rolling your nipples between his fingers. 

You throw your head back, moving your hips along with his. You can’t help the noises that escape you as Bigby takes your breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple. His free hand reaches to where you’re joined and draws tight circles on your clit. Neighbors be damned.

You cry out Bigby’s name as your release hits you like a lightning strike arcing across your body. You clench around Bigby, your pussy holding him in a vice grip, and he soon follows after you. 

His release coats your walls, and you continue bouncing on his cock, milking him for every drop. He let out a low whine, overstimulation settling in. 

Finally, you decide to grant Bigby mercy, and your hips still. Bigby leans his head on the back of the armchair, panting. 

“I hope your neighbors aren’t too mad at you,” you grin, only slightly embarrassed. 

Bigby snorts, “They’ll get over it.” He rolls the hem of your blouse between his fingers, looking sheepish. “Sorry about your shirt.” 

You shrug, “It’s fine, I’ll just wear one of yours.” 

Bigby’s cock twitches within you, and you shudder a breath, arousal heightening once again. You made a mental note to yourself to wear his clothes more often before you ground your hips against his. You weren’t through with him just yet.

[riddle-me-ri]

a/n: I'm sorry…but also not sorry this man has been rotating in my brain like a rotisserie chicken and I just need to get these thoughts and ideas done and out because hnngg. It’s gonna start off with normal relationship headcanons and then some added nsfw stuff further down the list. There will be a header for when the nsfw stuff starts.

Content Warning: mentions of sexually explicit content (genitalia, sex positions/habits)

Bigby Wolf - Relationship Headcanons (w/ some NSFW HCS)

- Congratulations! After much perseverance and patience…you've acquired a sheriff werewolf partner! 

- Once Bigby finally comes to terms with his feelings, it will still take time to adjust. 

- He's not used to being vulnerable and open, but if he was going to start…there was no better person than you.

- Bigby trusts you with pretty much everything he is and it means the world to him that you trust him tenfold with your own heart.

- Bigby can be very, very protective of you. He tries not to come off suffocating or controlling, it's just in his nature to protect those he loves. 

- He's not a huge fan of PDA. The most he will do is hold your hand or shoulder and/or maybe kiss your forehead if you guilt trip him enough to do it (poke out your bottom lip and do your best puppy eyes and he'll cave)

- There are many instances where Bigby would have liked to kiss you, but you'll likely have to be the one to initiate it and commit to it in order for it to happen.

- Sarcasm is one of your own love languages you share between each other. 

- Bigby may not be the best at remembering dates for certain things but he does remember the things you like/dislike especially if it has a distinct scent. 

- Speaking of his heightened senses, he's got them practically tuned into you most if not practically all the time. (Albeit again he isn't weird about it. It's just something that naturally occurs)

- If you're someone that has menstrual cycles he picks up on it earlier than you do and tries what he can to make the time of the month less dreadful. 

- Bigby is definitely hot blooded both figuratively and literally. Which makes him great for winter nights and a nightmare for summer nights.

- Speaking of which, he'll always have dibs on being the bigger spoon, you can try but not without Bigby being a smart-ass about it. 

NSFW Relationships Headcanons: 

- His favorite ideas for dates are: going for long walks to nowhere in particular (bonus if it's in the woods) and/or nights in at your place  (or his, but…considering the state it's in he feels more comfortable spending time in your home) with some take out food. 

- At the end of the day, Bigby may still screw up and make things messier than they were at his job but as long as he has you to love him unconditionally and smiling at him...he really couldn't ask for anything more.

- Bigby will primarily be the dominant one in your relationship.

- Even if he lets you take the reins every now and then, in the end he always reminds you he's always in control. 

- I hope you love a hairy man, cause with Bigby it's basically a given. Especially down there.

- Moderate length but very girthy dick that stretches and fills you perfectly to make you see stars.

- Not much of a tease at first but as you grow more comfortable in the newfound relationship he can be a bit of an asshole about teasing you.

- Especially when you know that he knows you're turned on from your scent alone and he does nothing about it. 

- Some encounters can get pretty intense and his eyes have glowed yellow and his claws have come out but he's never scared you or hurt you drastically. (Likely just turned you on more)

- He won't admit to many kinks outright but by all means please praise and validate this man, let him know he's doing something right. 

- Nothing motivates him more than hearing you moan, beg, and scream his name and how good he feels.

- Bigby has a preference for sex positions that have him above you in some capacity, he wants to have full access to all of you. 

- He can go slow and steady or fast and passionate, given his job it's more likely you guys have to learn to settle for a quickie. 

- Sex has also become a way for Bigby to relieve his stress and of course being the doting partner you are, you're more than willing to help him. 

- He's fairly caring in after care. He'll ask if you're okay (especially during your first encounters, he'll worry about being too rough or carried away please reassure this man) and/or if you need anything.

- He has no qualms about you cuddling up into his side or resting your head on his chest as he likely wraps his arm around you in return as he nods off to sleep soon after the moment is over. 

[lil-ms-darkness]

Crumbs - Bigby Wolf x Fem! Goldilocks! Reader [Part Seven]

The sunset behind her illuminates the apartment as Bigby examines her closely. The way her hair is tightly pulled back rather than gently gathered, the strain in her jaw, and the darkness under her eyes. She blinks in confusion as she looks at him, 

“Sheriff? What’re you doing here?”

“It’s been a couple weeks and nobody has seen you come out of your apartment, so I figured I’d bring food.”

“I- uh, thank you.” she steps aside to let him in, more confused by his sudden visit than anything. He steps inside and she closes the door, following him through the small entrance hallway and into the rest of the apartment. 

  He glances onto the kitchen island, where he spots the accumulation of her baking. He gets a whiff of fresh baked pecans and dull baked-in brandy. His eyes follow his nose, spotting a pie resting on a mesh-metal dual platform he assumed was for cooling multiple pies at once. He tears his gaze away and heads to the love seat, setting the bag of food on the pony wall. She watches him, not moving but he can tell by her body language that she’s getting antsy.

“I didn’t know what you like, so I just grabbed you orange chicken, rice and some veggies.” 

She nods and, after a moment of hesitation, makes her way over to him, sitting down on the love seat as he skillfully fishes out the white temple paper boxes full of inauthentic Chinese food. In his time in Europe, he’d found Chinese food to be his least favorite, not by any fault of their own. They certainly enjoyed their delicacies, and prided themselves on their cuisine, as it is a part of their culture. The multitude of spices were delicious to other Fables, but to his wolfish tastes, he preferred pork with the slightest bit of chicken hearts, if any at all, too many spices were overwhelming. Of course, ever since Snow cut him with that knife, he’s been able to adapt his tastes to blend in mostly, and get him by in the Mundie world. Even so, this was most definitely not authentic Chinese food, it’s as processed as the McDonalds around the corner. 

He hands the blonde woman two of the containers and a fork, then grabs his own. He doesn’t miss the excessive bounce of her leg, or the way she repeatedly switches which leg is crossed- left over right, right over left, left over right again. 

“What have you been working on?” he asks, pretending to be interested in how the crinkled piece of wanna-be steak clings to his plastic fork. 

“Orders.” she says without looking up, and his eyes look her over. She’s spotless for having been hard at work, but he can smell the salty must of sweat and the way the buttercup curls stick slightly to her temples confirms it.

“I thought most of your orders were completed.” he probes

“I wanted to get a headstart,” he doesn’t miss the subtle edge to her voice. “Please stop beating around the bush, why are you here?” 

“I was checking in on you, like I said, nobody has seen you around for a while.”

“So the Fabletown Sheriff is also responsible for performing wellness checks?”

“I have a lot of responsibilities, but yes, making sure Fables don’t kill each other is one of them.”

He watches her mouth open, tremble for a moment, then close tightly. She wanted to say something, but it seems she thought better of it. Looking from her face back to his own dinner, he caught a look at her own container, she hasn’t eaten any of it. Before he can ask if she has eaten already, the oven beeps. She stands, setting the takeout on top of the pony wall, again and makes her way to the oven. She slips on her mitts, reaching inside and pulls out the fresh pie. Even from where he is, he can smell warm caramelized sugar, molten blackberries and hear the crackle of the cooling crust on top. She slips the fresh pie underneath the first pie, eyes lingering on the pie on top.

“Whose order is that? Seems like you aren’t happy with it.”

For a moment, he doesn’t think she’ll answer and only intends on remaining transfixed on the pie, but she surprises him with a response.

“It was Woody’s favorite. Brandy Pecan Pie.” he watches her lips tremble again, eyes fluttering slightly with tears threatening to spill over, but she swallows and takes a breath, looking over at him. “Did you want a piece?” 

“I’m not much of a sweets person,”

“Please? I know you and Woody didn’t really like each other, but I don’t want to eat this pie alone. I’ve managed to keep the tears away for a while, but if I’m alone eating this…” she pauses, and snorts quickly, looking down and tucking her chin against her chest, as if laughing at the absurdity of what she was asking of him. “Nevermind, I shouldn’t have made it.” she reaches down, now cooled enough to touch the pie tin, she grabs it with both hands and walks to the trash can. 

He has only a second of shock before he’s on his feet. He clears the small distance, grabbing her hands just in time to force them not to let go. She lets out a startled noise and looks up, eyes wide. 

“Don’t throw it away just because it’s a painful memory.” he holds her gaze and can see the pain behind them. He tightens his hold on her hands, momentarily before she lifts it, and only then does he let her hands go to watch her set it back on the island. She leans against the counter, gripping the edge until her nails dig into the wood underside, closing her eyes tightly as she tries not to cry, again. He watches her, unsure of what to do for a moment. She isn’t afraid of him, but does he dare risk a hand on her shoulder? The worst that could happen is she recoils, which he’s used to. Somehow, he has a feeling that her recoiling from him, be it from disgust or fear, would ache like a healing bruise.

He reaches out, tentatively, and rests a hand on her shoulder, anyway. Under his hand, he feels her muscles stiffen, and she looks up at him. Her eyes are glassy, but she tries to prevent them from falling by blinking them away. The hurt, anger and frustration in her eyes raises memories of white fur splattered in red, dripping and muzzles snapping flesh, tearing. Growling, low and menacing, clacking teeth, and the feeling of utter helplessness and the birth of his ambition to become who he had succeeded in becoming. 

Without thinking, he moves his hand from her shoulder to the side of her head. Her hair is soft, and the free strands brush his calloused skin gently, reminding him of a faceful of his mothers fur. His hand slides around to cup the back of her head, pulling her forward.  She follows, still surprised by his gentleness, until her face touches his chest. She inhales deeply against his white dress shirt, and he can feel her hesitance to touch him back. But when his other arm loops around her shoulders, she sniffles and wraps her arms around his middle, clutching the back of his shirt as she sobs into him. She clings tightly onto him for long moments, soaking through his white shirt with her tears.

He holds her firmly, but doesn’t move otherwise as she weeps. Closing his eyes, he thinks about his mother and all that she deserved, the kindness and love she’d shown him. He remembers what she smelled like after the winter snow, the warmth and weight of her paw, the-

“Sher-iff?” he looks down as she pulls from his thoughts. He hums questioningly as she looks up at him, eyes puffy and pink, nose red and cheeks wet. He hadn't even noticed her crying slow, or feel the hiccups that now wrack her throat and chest. She lifts her hand and gently touches his hair, just as gentle as he had been. “I think I'm hungry.”

He blinks and rolls his eyes, stepping back slow enough for her to let her arms release and return to her sides. He leads her back to the loveseat and grabs her food, offering it out to her. She takes it and sits on the couch, turning to lift her legs up and tuck them into the gap between the cushion and arm of the loveseat. He sits beside her and resumes eating as well, partway through her container of takeout, she gently sets the food down, again, rubbing her eyes.

“Tired?” 

“I couldn’t sleep last night, every time I closed my eyes all I could see was…”

“I can stay here while you take a nap, if I can use your phone.” she looks up at him, examining his eyes as if she could read him as easily as he can read her. 

“You won’t leave?”

“I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“And you won’t let anyone get me?” 

The sound of hungry maws gnawing on bone drifts through his ears, “No, I won’t.” 

She’s quiet, considering it for another moment before she stands up, grabbing her food. She puts it away in the fridge, grabbing her cell phone from its place on the counter against the fridge. Unplugging it from the charger, she brings it back to him and holds it out. He reaches out to take it, and she reaches further forward so that the back of her hand rests against his palm momentarily before pulling back and leaving the phone in his hand. He knows she did it on purpose, but she doesn’t look at him. Instead, making her way over to her bed and sitting down, pulling the hair tie from her hair and replacing it with a different, thicker one? He doesn’t understand, but as she lays down and pulls the blanket over her body, she rolls over to face him, offering a soft smile as she grabs one of the stuffed animals- a wolf. Now that he’s looking closer, the commonplace stuffed bear is nowhere to be seen. She doesn’t have a single stuffed bear, but he isn’t surprised. He doesn’t move, listening to her breathing slow more and more until her heart rate reaches rest and her breathing is slow and rhythmic. 

Bigby opens up her phone, not surprised by the fact that there’s no passcode, as she wasn’t even worried about her door being unlocked when they first met. The wallpaper was a picture of Woody and herself years ago, based on the shorter length of hair that hovers just above her shoulders. He thumbs the button of the receiver, and begins to scroll through her contacts, finding a contact for B. Rose, Bo, then Beast followed immediately by Beauty, then Boy Blue which caught him by surprise.

Why would she need Boy Blue’s number, unless she was doing an order for him? He had never commented on expecting an order from her.

He scrolls on, deciding on the irrelevance of his contact being saved. Underneath his contact was the Business Office number. 

Cindy, Dr. Swineheart, Jack H., Ozma- Ozma? How did she manage to get a phone number from the witches on the 13th floor? He makes a mental note to go and ask her some questions. The list continues; Rapunzel, Snow, Totenkinder, and Woody.

His eyes linger on the list of names before they drift over to [Y/N] asleep in her bed, then back to her phone. He thumbs the receiver icon and enters the number of his home phone before titling the contact “Bigby Apartment” and then creates a second one for his office titled “Bigby Office”. While it is his job to keep the residents of Fabletown safe, undiscovered, and not dead, he can’t deny that he has a soft spot for the baker. 

Walking over to the pie, again, after a long moment of pondering on the case, he examines the crust, closely. The scent of roasted sugar on the fresh pie, the baked pecans of this one, and the melted white chocolate drizzle over some kind of raspberry sweet, he wonders how she doesn’t always have stomach pains being surrounded by candy and sugar. 

He pauses for a moment, “candy. . .” he lifts her phone and scrolls through the contacts one more time before calling the Business Office line. It rings three times, then connects as someone picks up the other end.

“Fabletown Business Office.” It's Boy Blue.

“Blue, I need you to dig up everything you can on Hansel and Gretel. And I mean everything. I need you to bring it to me, I’ll give you the address in an hour.”

“Oh, right away, Mr. Wolf!” and the line clicks. He examines the pie, again. 

Slowly, her senses become more aware as the sleep recedes and she can smell her empty apartment once more. A hollow feeling remains in her chest, but the clinking of silverware and dishes raise hope in her belly. Her eyes flutter open and she sits up, expecting to see Woody, prepared to push away the pain from a nightmare. But no, it was the Sheriff standing in her kitchen, cutting two small slices from the Brandy Pecan Pie she’d made. It wasn’t a nightmare, Woody was really gone. She frowns and he speaks up from his place in her kitchen without looking up, 

“Have a nice nap?”

“I did. Until I had to wake up,” she rubs her eyes and sets her stuffed animal back in its spot against the pony wall. Turning, she drops her bare feet to the carpet, walking around to meet him in the kitchenette. He gently pushes a plate towards her, it has the slice of pie on it. Part of her doesn’t want to deal with this right after waking up, but she realizes that it’s not about dealing with it when she first wakes up, it’s something she doesn’t want to deal with in general. Still, the fact that he had cut it, and now has a piece on a plate for himself made her feel seen and understood. She looks up at him, 

“I thought you weren’t a sweets person?” 

“I’m not; Woody and I had our history, but he didn’t deserve what he got.”

She examines him, sees the tired and somber look in his eyes, and picks up the fork, taking a small bite from the end of the slice. It’s wonderful, nice and moist on the inside but crumbly and crunchy with the pecans on the top layer. The caramel glaze and the baked flavor made the pecans taste more nutty, giving the overall flavor a sweet and savory cacophony with every bite. No wonder Woody loved it. She opens her eyes, not sure when she closed them, and watches as the Sheriff takes his first bite. He nods his approval, and she feels the familiar swell of pride in her chest. 

“It’s really good.” 

“Thank you, Sheriff.” her voice is soft, just barely above a whisper. She takes in his appearance, the tie he normally wears has been removed and the top button is unclasped, allowing a bit of his chest hair to peek out from between the folds. “What was your history with Woody?”

He pauses, looks at her and lowers the fork a bit. “We lived in the homelands together, like you did.”

“But what happened that caused the tension between you two?”

“I thought you didn’t read other Fables’ stories?”

“I don’t. But I’m asking now to understand more about Woody. More about you.”

He stares at the pie for a long moment, “I’m the big bad wolf, I was doing bad things around Red’s grandma’s place. Woody and I got into it, it wasn’t a particularly good day for me, and it ended with him cutting me down the middle, shoving rocks in and kicking me into the river. We've been going rounds ever since.”

[Y/N]’s eyes widen as he recounts events casually and takes a bite of pie after he finishes speaking. “Oh wow…I can see how that would leave a bitter taste in the mouth. Were you going to hurt Red?” She's not sure she wants the answer, but the question is out of her mouth before she can even stop it.

“I don’t know. It was a long time ago, and like I said, it was a bad day.”

She hums in response, catching onto the clear message that he didn’t want to talk about it anymore. “Did you finish with my phone?”

“Yeah, I put it back on the charger.”

“Thank you,” she sees a manila folder on the counter, underneath her phone.

“What’s the folder for?” she glances at him, curiously. 

“I think I have a lead in the case.”

Her eyes become round with excitement, “really? Let’s go talk to them! Maybe we can stop them from hurting anyone else!”

“Not yet, I have to investigate first and see if it all lines up before I go accusing.” 

“Who do you think it is? How did you find out so quickly?”

“It’s confidential.” he takes another small bite of his pie

“What?” Her voice comes out more incredulous than she meant it to, “Sheriff, someone I love was just murdered in cold blood and I was the one to find his corpse.”

“I don’t need you going on a revenge mission.”

“Somebody murdered an innocent Mundy woman and glamoured her to look like me to scare those close to me, and I don’t even know if I am really safe, but you’re going to refuse to tell me who you suspect is guilty of the crime for what? Because of the rules in the Business Office that you don’t even agree with? What if they come after me and I don’t know because you didn't tell me who to watch for?”

He examines her, closely, then the crumbs left on his plate. She prepares herself for a scolding, or him to just flat out refuse, but instead, he nods, 

“You’re right, keeping you in the dark wouldn’t help. Just don’t go around talking about the case to anyone without me, anyone. That includes Red.” she nods, “I think it may be Hansel, Gretel, both of them, or perhaps Totenkinder has something to say for herself.” 

“You think it’s-? But I haven't seen Hansel around in centuries? Isn't he still in the Homelands?”

“Either way, I need to find him and talk to him. Same with Gretel. Both bodies smelled like you, or at least your work, and with their history it could be a possibility.”

“But what reason would they have to glamour a Mundy to look like me or to kill Woody?” 

“I’m not sure just yet. But I will figure it out.”

[emperor-palpaminty]

Can you write a cute Bigby Wolf (The Wolf Among Us) x Wife! Fairy! Reader oneshot?

I know nothing about fairy lore in TWAU but i am always here for husbando bigby!!! Female fairy and bigby yay! Only TW is for language and mentions of drinking, and also kissing but nothing smutty if neither one of those are your thing please skip this

Of course it was fucking raining. Bigby yanked his coat tighter and picked up his pace a bit- the rain made the neon lights around him hazy and dreamy.

Strange how, in the home land, rain was a good thing. Rain was cleansing and fresh, and watered the land and greedy crops. Rain meant life. But here in cement walls and hard grounds, rain meant puddles and dampness and misery. All he wanted was a cigarette, his couch, and a glass of whiskey.

And, of course...

Bigby stomped his feet on the mat by the entry door. He didn't want to go tracking mud everywhere. He stepped in, ignoring the obviously snoring guard. Bigby heard himself grunt as his steps lengthened, the elevator door opening when he pressed the button. The doors closed around him, and Bigby Wolf closed his eyes, exhaling softly.

He enjoyed these little moments. In a little elevator space, with a soft whirring of gears and humming of machine, the world was only five-by-seven-feet wide. "Thank God." He muttered. The day was done. Finished.

The door dinged opened. Bigby's head snapped up, and he blinked. Had he almost fallen asleep? Bigby shook his head and hurried out of the doors, rushing down the hall. When his door was in sight warmth filled his chest.

A scent of sweetness. Sugar. Flowers.

A breath left his chest as he rushed to his door and unlocked it, fumbling with his keys.

Bigby was welcomed by a warm apartment. He gave a huff of relief and looked towards the kitchen, the familiar and tender sensation swelling in his chest as the fae turned. She blinked at him, and smiled brightly.

"Welcome home." She smiled, her head tilting with the words. Bright white teeth shone as she spoke. She smelled good- sweet. Home.

Bigby felt the stress drop from his shoulders. "Come here." He said, already halfway across the room. Urgency filled every step.

She took the oven mitt (which he honestly didn't know he had) from her elegant hand and met him around the counter. Bigby grasped the fairy by her hips and caught her mouth, a gruff noise of relief leaving his mouth. Gentle and cool hands touched his jaw, coaxing him closer. She tasted soft. Better than anything he had tasted in his centuries of living. Maybe it was her, maybe it was the whole fairy thing... Whatever it was, he was glad to be kissing her.

She giggled against him, fingers wrapping in the collar on his shirt. "Bigby," She sighed happily as she tugged away. "I knew you had a long day."

He turned his head, nuzzling into her neck. Whiskey wasn't enough to intoxicate him any more. "Yeah." He managed. "Understatement of the year."

She pursed her lips against his ear, pecking it gently. "I don't like the rain either." The fairy ran a hand over his back. "I thought we could wait the storm out together."

He smiled against the soft shirt she wore. The knit fabric was soft against his mouth as he kissed it, turning his head back up to her. "Sounds like a plan." He smiled, standing back up fully and running a hand over her chin. "Sit here, listen to the rain... Drink some of the best whiskey-"

"Ah-ah." The fairy pressed a long finger to his lips, brow creasing and her lips twitched. "You need a shower, big wolf." She smiled up at him, the finger moving from his mouth to tap his nose. "I'll pour you a glass of it. Go take a good shower."

Bigby sighed. His hands were kneading into her waist. "Stay the night?"

She giggled and gently pushed against his chest. "If you're good. Promise."

"No tricks."

"Oh, Bigby." She winked at him, leaning up close. Her lips hovered inches from his. "I cannot tell a lie." She pecked him, once, too quickly, and stepped away. "Faster you shower, faster we can relax."

Bigby nodded. His arms, empty, felt heavy. He turned and hurried towards the bathroom, already unbuttoning his shirt. Damn fae and the spell that this one had on him.

He smiled to himself as she hummed across the room. Even if there was some spell, he didn't want it to break any time soon.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Are they on the Naughty List? Or have they’ve been good all year?Well that’s for you to decide.

Start:November 12

End: December 31

«timeline»

◇ day 1-7: {Nov 12-18}

Day 1: Luis Sera - Ice Skating

Day 2: Carlos Oliveira - “I can’t believe you did that to Santa…”

Day3: Raiden - “I made you some hot cocoa.”

Day 4: Peter Parker - we were going to a Christmas party but fuck if you don’t just look sinful in red, and you know what? Fuck that Christmas party || Insomniac Peter ||

Day5:Goro Takemura- Dancing In The Snow

Day 6:Johhny Cage-Sucking on a Candy Cane

Day 7: Peter Quill- “are you really playing christmas music already? it’s barely november”

◇ day 8-14: {Nov 19-25}

Day 8:Gale Dekarios-Watching the snowfall from inside a cosy house

Day 9:Sam Drake-“Carmel apples, leaves falling down. What could better then November?” “I don’t know maybe fucking June?”

Day 10:Peter Parker -we got a little too carried away with the Christmas lights, and now suddenly my hands are bound with the lights and oh my god are we about to have sex? || Insomniac Peter ||

Day 11:Nathan Drake- it’s holiday dinner with your family, and oh Jesus where are your hands going?

Day 12:Peter Parker-“Do you need help hanging up the Christmas lights?” || MCU verse ||

Day 13: Peter Parker-“HAPPY NOVEMBER!” “No one wishes anyone a happy November.” “Well I just did.”|| MCU verse ||

Day 14:Tadashi Hamada-one lending the other their scarf to keep them warm.

◇ day 15-21 {Nov 26-Dec 2}

Day 15:Jacob Seed-Handing their S/O a positive pregnancy test with a sprig of holly and a note reading ‘Merry Christmas’

Day 16:Spencer Reid-Baking holiday cookies.

Day 17:Alejandro Vargas-Reader wearing nothing but a Santa hat

Day 18:Loki-A naughty sleigh ride || Exhibitionism sex ||

Day 19:Alex Casey-Build A snowman.

Day 20:Chris Redfield-“Let’s do something that puts us on the naughty list.”

Day 21:Mike Schmidt-Santa Baby: reader has decided to dress as Mrs. Claus for a little more “adult” Christmas fun. Oh boy!

◇ day 22-28 {Dec 3 -9}

Day 22:Matt Murdock-I picked you for secret Santa but I wrapped the wrong box so now I’ve given you a very festive sex toy, and oh my god this is so embarrassing

Day 23:Halsin-“Breasts/thighs are my favorite part to nibble on.”

Day 24:Miguel O’Hara-“You know, tying the legs together keeps everything moist.”

Day 25:Ethan Winters-Christmas Morning.

Day 26: Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish-Hanging Stockings.

Day 27:Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley-“The turkey’s not the only thing getting stuffed today.”

Day 28:Modern!Mizu-“Save some of that whipped cream for later.”*soon*

◇ day 29- 35 {Dec 10-16}

Day 29:Bigby Wolf-“You look even more beautiful covered in snow.”

Day 30:Harry Osborn-Christmas shenanigans under the tree, if you know what I mean

Day 31:Ethan Winters-“I’ll be content if you are the one stuffing my stocking.”

Day 32:Mike Schmidt-“Go on, open it.”

Day 33:Wyll Ravengard-“Did you decorate the tree without me? I can’t believe this!”

Day 34: Bruno Madrigal-Kiss Me Under The Mistletoe.

Day 35:Jordan Li-“Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?”

◇ day 36-42 {Dec 17-23}

Day 36:Mike Schmidt-"Why are there so many mistletoe?"

Day 37:Gojo“I’d like to be one of the unhealthy things you put inside your body this weekend.”*Soon*

Day 38:Luis Sera-“Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere."

Day 39:Chris Redfield-“Thanksgiving is for giving thanks” “And for body slamming each other during the family football match!”

Day 40:Aaron Hotchner-The scent of real Christmas trees

Day 41: Derek Morgan -“I’m going to have you stuffed better than the turkey by the end of the night.”

Day 42:Victor "Sully" Sullivan-“I’m not much of a cook, but I’m good at glazing.”

◇ day 43-50 {Dec 24-31}

Day 43:Leon S. Kennedy-Cabin Sex { Christmas Eve sex }

Day 44: Billy Butcher-“Merry Christmas, motherfuckers!”

Day 45: Bucky Barnes-“Did you spike the eggnog again?”

Day 46: Spencer Ried-“Will you make a gingerbread house with me?”

Day 47: Clint Barton- “It’s Snowing”

Day 48: Joel-Peppermint-flavoured everything

Day 49:Mizu-Snow/temperature play

Day 50:Johnny Cage-“It’s time for hand turkey’s everyone.” “FUCK YES YES!”

[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.”

[bigidiotenergy]

IT HAD BEEN QUICK.

Hunched over, Bigby's shoulders move as he heaves. Hands at his side that claws had just been retracted into. His senses overwhelmed him. Everything was just too goddamn LOUD. If he can just fucking think, maybe they'd calm down. The air's filled with copper, it's filled with the filth from the alleyway, it's filled with—

A familiar smell.

A glance over his shoulder then, body standing still. It was dark, but it wasn't dark enough. Not to miss the yellows of his eyes. Not to miss the red that's dripping off his hands, that coats the ground, the walls, and the mangled corpse in front of his feet. It's impossible to tell who the corpse was. They only had meat and bone where their face was meant to be.

IT HAD BEEN A SLAUGHTER.

open - bigby

[ruinedbycatastrophe]

"--- You got five minutes before I walk off. I'm not in the mood."

[stickycave]

Soft and Plush

Summary:

Bigby comes home after a long day to find you've left a small gift for him in his chair.

Pairing: Bigby/Reader

Tags: plushophilia, masturbation

CW: none

Shouldering the door open, Bigby’s senses are met the stale air of his own little box he calls home, wrinkling his nose. Taking the phone off the receiver and pushing the door shut behind himself, he glares at nothing as he reaches for the window–

Sweet.

He smells something musky and sweet just under the usual scent of his home, as if it had been disturbed just from him opening to door before lazily reaching his nose.

Walking deeper into the apartment, which is only about five steps, something small is perched in his chair, waiting patiently for him.

A little wolf plush with grey matted fur. Picking it up, he turns the toy in his hand. The scent is definitely coming from this. Putting the toy under his nose with a deep inhale, he knows exactly what the fur is matted with.

You.

The picture of you in his mind grinding on the toy wolf and coming over it, hopefully thinking of him, already has his shaft beginning to strain against his pants.

He sits heavy in the sofa chair, legs spread wide as he undoes his zipper in a hurry. He takes a deep inhale of the intoxicating scent of your arousal and undoing, which is enough to get his hardening cock ready for his hand. He curses under his breath, this is perfect, you knew exactly what he'd need to relax after another day of being treated like shit, whether he deserved it or not. He squeezes the base of himself as he wonders if you’re having your own little round two right now, if you're imagining him finding your little gift.

He presses the wolf hard against his face to breath in your scent as much as he can as he pumps his cock hard, no need or want for foreplay or dragging this out, the stress of the day and exhaustion seated deep in his bones demanding he doesn't take his time, but release this tension now and rest after. He growls and groans, cock leaking precum and aching. With a snarl he wraps the toy itself around his shaft, making sure the matted fur is pressed against him, your release against weeping, twitching cock, thrusting his hips against it.

With a deep rumble, he comes undone with jolting hips, coating the plush toy in his seed. His breath shudders from the after shock, breathing strangled. He pants as the soiled toy falls to the ground and he sits back limp in his chair. A nice change from the way he usually sleeps in it, muscles still stretched taunt, but now he’s truly relaxed. He chuckles to himself and brushes a hand through his hair.

This is the true gift you wanted him to have. To just be relaxed for a few spare moments. He chuckles at the thought and doesn't fight it, tucking himself back in his briefs he heaves one last sigh and closing his eyes.

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Bigby Wolf x Shy!Reader Headcanons

I'm fighting in these trenches for you special pookies out there >:)

🌙 It's your reserved nature that caught Bigby's attention. He's so used to all of the other Fables mucking about Fabletown being loud and starting shit he has to deal with at three in the morning. So when you're sat in front of him all quiet and calm (and very nervous), it's a bit of a breath of fresh air for him.

🌙 At first he was worried that you were afraid of him. It was a common occurrence, he did do a lot of shit in his past so he couldn't blame anyone for being uneasy around him. But it wasn't just with him you were like this with. It eased his worry a bit more knowing you were just a shy individual.

🌙 So imagine his surprise when he finds you starting to slowly hang around him more and more. It started gradually, he didn't notice at first with all of the paperwork piled up around him, but you made efforts to try and get out of your shell some more. He only started to notice when you would just so happen to walk by his office and catch his eye. Bigby would often greet you with a gruff 'Hello' and you started to slowly come more into his office before it escalated into an actual conversation.

🌙 He grew to enjoy your presence in his shoebox of an office, although he was a bit embarrassed at first from the mess. He made an effort to clean it knowing you'd be coming around more often, tossing the stale takeout containers and begrudgingly throwing away his mountain of cigarette butts he's been so meticulously stacking over the past couple of months.

🌙 He noticed you seemed more calm around him than anyone else. Bigby's nose is like no others, being able to sometimes sniff out how stressed you may be if he quit puffing away on his cigarettes for a while. He also likes to keep an ear open for your heartbeat; It always beats like a rabbit's, but it tends to slow down a bit when you're around him. It makes him feel better about himself.

🌙 Bigby jokingly called you 'Rabbit' at one point, and he found your reaction genuinely endearing. He found it oddly nice to see you smile sheepishly when he called you such a simple term. He doesn't use the little nickname often, but when he does, he enjoys the reaction he gets quite a bit.

🌙 You're quiet around him, too. It does wonders for him knowing there's a friendly presence around him while he's going through files or just getting back into his office after being out on "patrol" all day. It's a nice reprieve, especially living in a place like Manhattan to be around one quiet person.

🌙 It was Colin's smart mouth that made Bigby realize that there might be something there between you both, the drunken swine teasing the poor sheriff when he accidentally slept in. As Bigby was rushing to put on "clean" clothes, Colin mentioned that he wasn't rushing off to his job, but to see you. His words made Bigby stop dead in his tracks when his front door closed behind him.

🌙 The pig was right. Bigby always hated to admit whenever the walking ham was right, but he was. He was starting to always expect your presence around, and he would be heavily disappointed when you weren't there eagerly waiting for him in or outside of his office with coffee or doughnuts or even just a friendly smile.

🌙 Bigby isn't good at expressing his feelings, especially when it comes to things like these. It didn't end well with Snow and he definitely doesn't wanna squander it with the only Fable that actually wants to be in his life. He's gonna back away a bit, be a lot quieter than he normally is. He's afraid; He doesn't want to be alone again.

🌙 You notice his demeanor change almost immediately when you next come to his office to hang around the sheriff for a bit. You arrived with coffee in hand, and just the way Bigby hesitated to take it from you kind of stung a bit, but you refrained from saying anything.

🌙 You both sat in his office in unusual silence. You both weren't exactly the talkative types, but there was always some sort of conversation between you two. So just sitting there in silence made it feel just as awkward as the moment you both met. You started to worry. How could you not? And it was obvious Bigby was starting to feel the same.

🌙 Bigby made to say something but accidentally knocked over his coffee cup. You both shot up to stop it from spilling only for your hands to suddenly touch. His large paw encased yours with such a comforting warmth, you almost didn't want him to pull away. You both were blushing messes, wide eyed and at a loss for words, you both sheepishly pulled away and found random things to stare at in his office.

🌙 You excused yourself first, leaving his office before Bigby could stop you. The sheriff was embarrassed, to say the least. He didn't know what to do, he's never been good at this kind of thing. He didn't go after you at first, opting to let you both calm down a bit before he made things worse. He gave it about a good hour before he made the trek to your apartment.

🌙 He felt bad already, but when you answered the door, he felt even worse. Your heart was beating like it used too around him. He could even sniff out the familiar scent of anxiety brewing inside of you. Bigby was blunt with his apology, but soft, something unlike the wolfman. You slowly opened the door more for him as he apologized.

🌙 You both stood there in silence for a bit, not knowing what to do again. But it was your turn to do something. Bigby watched as his own anxiety brewed in his chest, waiting for you to either tell him to leave or close the door in his face, only to be surprised when you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug.

🌙 To say the sheriff was stunned would be an understatement, but he wasn't bothered by this one bit. For once, he actually felt good about himself, like he deserved to be loved and comforted like this. He embraced you back, sinking into your warmth and enjoying this feeling for as long as it lasts.

[snezus-christ-risen]

This time of year always has me revisiting this fic I wrote nearly a decade ago (!!). The Wolf Among Us will always have a special place in my heart, and it’s my go to when I’m in the rare mood for giant, destructive sneezes. I hope someone enjoys it!

Fall Festival (Bigby Wolf, M, allergies)

When the Farm was founded over almost two-hundred years ago, Snow White took it upon herself to establish a new annual tradition. The Fall Festival was unique to the Farm, something the Fables who resided there could call their own. Bigby always saw it as a salve for the wounded egos of the Fables who were unable to continue their residence in Fabletown, due to their inability to blend in with the growing population of Mundies in New York City. At first the residents grumbled about the money that went into the festival when most of them could not even afford basic glamours, but they grew to love the festival and looked forward to it every year.

Bigby was not fond of the festival. Typically he did everything he could to avoid it but since he and Snow became closer this past year, she had asked him to help out. And being a sucker, he agreed. This year was especially important to her; she wanted to help her fellow Fables take their minds off the gruesome circumstances of the past several months.

“No, not there,” she said, and Bigby, having just set the hay bale down, hoisted it back onto his broad shoulders. “Put it on top of that one.”

He heaved it onto the other bale with a grunt. Clapping the hay-dust from his hands, he looked back at Snow for her approval. She stood at a distance, her hand cupping her chin and her eyes narrowed as she analyzed the composition of the hay maze. She was the brains behind the design; all Bigby did was lift the heavy things.

“Looks good,” she said at last, allowing herself a small smile.

Snow had been especially uptight in the weeks leading up to the festival. Bigby couldn’t remember the last time she actually looked relaxed, but now she seemed pleased to see her efforts finally coming to fruition. Tilting her head, she pressed her fingers to her lips before extending it towards the maze.

“Just a few more over there,” she said, gesturing towards a bald spot in the hay wall on his right, “and we should be set.”

Bigby glanced over his shoulder at the truck, which held about four more bales. Colin was lounging in the bed, snoring and occasionally twitching a hoof. Smirking, Bigby made his way over to the truck, pausing to twitch his nose in an exaggerated manner.

“Whew!” he declared loudly enough to wake Colin. “I think this hay is starting to get to me…”

The pig peered up at Bigby with one eye open. He did not look amused. Bigby tried not to smile as he continued his act. He tilted his head back, nostrils dilating as he bared his canines.

“I think… hh’UHHHhhh… I feel a sneezing cuhh… coming… ahhh’HUH!...”

Even his fake pre-sneeze breaths were powerful enough to make the truck sway. Colin was fully awake now, both eyes wide open. There was a look of growing terror on his face that made it hard for Bigby to keep his composure.

“Hey!” Colin leapt to his hoofs, diving out of the line of fire. “Watch it, blowhard!”

Bigby burst into laughter, earning himself a scowl from Snow. Apparently she was still keeping an eye on him. It wasn’t her worst idea.

“Behave yourself,” she warned, as Colin cowered behind her.

“Hey, he was slacking,” Bigby protested, but Snow continued to glare at him, arms folded across her chest. “I was just playing around.”

“You make people nervous enough without all that huffing and puffing,” she said. “Just… try to be good. For today. For me.”

Bigby breathed out slowly through his nose and kept his mouth shut. Snow took this as acquiescence and made her way to the apple bobbing station, where one of the blind mice had fallen into the water and was squeaking for some assistance. Colin was close on her heels, throwing the occasional nervous glance over his shoulder at Bigby. He toyed with the idea of making a scary face, but decided to control himself, for Snow’s sake.

Kneeling on the edge of the truck, he lifted the largest bale out of the bed and propped it on his shoulders. After steadying himself, he decided he could manage a second block. The half-ton hay bales were a breeze to carry, even in his human form. Balancing the two bales on his hunching back, Bigby shuffled over to the entrance of the nearly completed maze. Snow was still preoccupied with the festival games, so Bigby tried to remember on his own where she had wanted the last few hay bales.

While he was contemplating his placement options he felt some dusty residue float down from the bale, brushing lightly, almost imperceptibly, against his cheek. These bales were not as tightly packed as the others, and as Bigby shifted his weight small bits of hay tumbled down over his face and back. He set one hay bale down for a moment, readjusting the position of the other on his back. This process stirred up even more organic debris, sending dust and tiny bits of hay to infiltrate his sensitive nose. His nostrils widened with an involuntary sniffle, drawing in even more of the dust.

“Shit,” he coughed, dropping the other bale where he stood and knuckling at his nose.

The impact of the hay bale hitting the ground set up a formidable cloud of dust. Bigby coughed again, causing the hay bales closest to him to rustle slightly in the resulting gust. Through a blur of tears he could see some of the Fables nearby stop what they were doing to watch him nervously.

Usually, with enough warning, Bigby could excuse himself to a more secluded area to take care of this sort of business. It was only a short distance to the woods from the farm entrance, but Bigby was locked in place, paralyzed by the all-consuming urge to sneeze. He could hear Snow behind him, her voice trembling as she called his name. Even if he could, turning towards her was the last thing he wanted to do. The hay bales slid closer to him with every breath as if pulled by an invisible rope, gradually distorting the composition of the maze. His expression contorted just as steadily; his face elongated as his mouth stretched into a wide yawn, every sharp tooth on display for all to see, as his breathing became more ragged and vocal.

“Hehhhhhh…” Two of the hay bales that were placed on top of others toppled over, then skittered backwards in the wake of his powerful exhale. “h’ohhhhhh… heh… HUHHH!…”

The Fable who found themselves in the danger zone quickly hurried to safety. They murmured amongst themselves in fear and awe as their biggest, baddest resident drew in a seemingly endless breath, his chest swelling and nearly bursting through his flannel shirt. Bigby managed to pry his eyes open just enough to make sure the coast was clear before releasing an enormously destructive sneeze.

“hh’ASSHHCHHHHHHhhhhhuuoooo!”

The hay bales burst simultaneously, the maze becoming a chaotic swirl of grass and hay. Bigby caught a glimpse of the destruction before his eyes fluttered shut again, but this time he had enough control over his body to lift his hand and pinch his nostrils shut, releasing a comparatively smaller set of stifled sneezes.

“Hn’kssh! n’tch! … huehh… HH-kcht!-ahhhhh...”

Bigby nonchalantly tugged a handkerchief from his pocket and gave his nose a wipe. The other Fables stood speechless around him, once again reminded of the great strength and power of the Big Bad Wolf. When he was certain he was finished he glanced back at Snow, who looked angry, sad, and amused all at once.

“Sorry,” he grunted, not sure what else to say.

“The hay maze was never that popular anyway,” Snow said quickly, but he could tell that she was disappointed.

“There’s still time to make another,” Bigby said.

“Though I would recommend not letting Bigby help out anymore,” Colin added bitterly.

“No,” Snow said, tapping her finger against her chin and looking at Bigby with a sparkle in her eye. “No, I have a better idea… a new activity for the festival...”

Bigby spent that Fall Festival and every one thereafter begrudgingly providing wolfback rides to the other Fables. He took them through the meadows and the orchards, but avoided the barns and other areas where hay was plentiful.

[empathiie]

plotting/starter call for the hwminievent6! under the cut are my characters, their dates, and their vibes for the night. 💗 capping the starters at four per character for now!

abby anderson -- blind date with josie saltzman. (1/4) urumi akamaki.

abby will be on a blind date with josie. abby is still getting used to a world that's normal and not post-apocalyptic, so they may be a bit uncomfortable at first only to open up later in the night.

alicia clark -- blind date with adam torres. (1/4) ramona flowers.

alicia will be on a blind date with adam. she is more outgoing and willing to enjoy herself at an event like this, so she'll probably have a fun time; making the most of the night.

bella swan -- blind date with brinna javik. (1/4) alice cullen.

bella will be on a blind date with brinna. even though she's a generally awkward person, she's eager to spend the evening with someone new and go outside of her comfort zone.

beth washington -- open to a date. (2/4) emily davis, max lightwood.

beth is actually excited for this event. i'd love to see her go with someone or find someone to spend the majority of the event with! she will be enjoying the party and wishing that she at least had her brother or sister there with her.

bigby wolf -- attending with snow white. (1/4) danika fendyr.

bigby is attending with snow. he won't exactly be in Big Bad Wolf Mode, but he'll be protective of her, of course, and will be on the lookout for any trouble or chaos that might happen during the event.

dora tonks -- blind date with bb-8. (2/4) eloise bridgerton, hagrid.

dora will be on a blind date with bb-8. she's actually looking forward to this blind date and getting to meet new people, even if the vibe of the event is ~romantic~. she'll also want to be seeing her friends and family and may even introduce them to her date.

draco malfoy -- going solo. (4/4) rabastan lestrange, hermione granger, harry potter, scorpius malfoy.

draco is going solo. but he has big feelings for lee jordan, and will probably spend most of the night bickering with him about complete and utter nonsense. also, he'll probably be drinking. a lot.

garrett -- attending with kate. (1/4) irina.

garrett is attending with kate. he loves a good party and will be making the most of it, socializing and getting to know other vampires. he won't be paying as much attention to the humans, given his current circumstances.

jyn erso -- attending with cassian andor. (3/4) ellie williams, ansel of briarcliff, sha hualing.

jyn is attending with cassian. she's still a bit wary of washington itself, having heard of the craziness that occasionally takes place here. cassian is her safe place, so she'll want to stay by his side.

louis weasley -- attending with wednesday addams. (2/4) fleur delacour, bill weasley.

louis is attending with wednesday. and in all honesty, he probably dragged her to the event kicking and screaming. he's looking forward to spending the evening with her, and showing her off to all of his friends and family. he knows how to have a good time, and will make sure that he does, as long as he has wednesday by his side.

luna lovegood -- attending with neville longbottom. (2/4) cho chang, lee hongjo.

luna is attending with neville. she's incredibly excited to go, having a deep love for most holidays. she will be all dolled up and is excited to see everyone!

maggie greene rhee -- going solo. (1/4) rosita espinosa.

maggie is going solo. however, she'll probably stay close to glenn, since he IS her husband, after all. she'll also want to make sure that no trouble arises. she does love valentine's day and will be enjoying herself at the same time, though she won't get crazy with it. she just wants to have fun on her mom's night out!

mike schmidt -- open to a date. (2/4) charlotte dilaurentis, jester lavorre.

mike isn't super eager to be attending the valentine's day event, honestly. he hasn't had a lot of romance in his life, which is part of why he plans on going alone. i'd love to have a date for him, though, to enjoy the night with! he's a big softy on the inside, and would be sweet to spend time with once he gets past his shyness.

rey palpatine -- attending with fred weasley ii. (3/4) samara palpatine, leia organa, han solo.

rey is attending with fred. she is super excited to get to know them better and to spend more time with them, especially at an event like this. she'll also be checking in with her friends and family to make sure that they're having a good time, too.

rhaenyra targaryen -- attending with harwin strong. (2/4) lidia cervos, penelope garcia.

rhaenyra is attending with harwin. they're ready for a night out away from the kids, though they love their children, a date night with their husband is very much needed.

theon greyjoy -- attending with sansa stark. (2/4) ridoc, filippa kosta.

theon is attending with sansa. and will be spending the majority of the event by her side. he's a little bit on the reserved side and will want to stay within his comfort zone, which is with sansa or other people that he knows.

will graham -- going solo. (1/4) yennefer.

will is going solo. despite this, he may gravitate towards someone that he feels a connection with. however, he will likely spend most of the night alone, or at least ~trying~ to socialize.