#TWAU OC

[valeskawhore]

SHERIFF! BIGBY WOLF!? X fem! Reader!

A/n: “So literally just finished my own interpretation of the telltales game, “The wolf among us” and I swear. I am Inlove with this man/hybrid, thingy.” So I figured why not write about it?

Here’s what it would be like for the one and only sheriff of Fable town to meet you..

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Arightly, we ALL know. This is pretty much basic information if you know anything about this man.

He doesn’t give a shit. Honest.

I mean, he cares. But especially with his “friendship” with snow in the series we all can already tell that this man has some serious authority issues.

He’s not used to people telling him what to do, and what to say or how to act. Bigby gets very offended in the series when one of the options for a response when beginning to talk to TJ about what he saw when Lilly died, snow asks bigby to be more “less like himself” he did not respond well..

He came from being the “big bad wolf” once upon a time. Nobody trusts him, and honestly, I think he prefers it that way.

All he’s ever done, or known for that matter is hurt. Pain. Being the one to always inflict it.

And because of this power of control, he was elected sheriff of fable town. Perhaps others in the higher power thought that it would be beneficial to work some of that natural rage out.

To wrap up, he’ll do things his way.. pretty often.

Depending on the circumstances always. Now if his way would put anyone in danger that he “cared” about on some kind of level, he’d avoid all conflict. He wants to change..

He just doesn’t know how. And he won’t trust anyone enough to show him.

Though.. when YOU came along..

You weren’t a fable, you weren’t rich.. you weren’t special.. you couldn’t turn into a troll or a fairy or even a wolf.

You were a mundy. A normie.

Ofcourse growing up in the “real” world your entire life, fairy tales were strictly “fairy tales” and that’s all there was to it.

On the way home one night from driving home, you drove into an unrecognizable neighborhood. But something about this place felt strange, almost like de ja vu..

Had you been here before..?

You saw a sign for the only sheriffs office in town and decided to stop their for directions.

The place was like a fucking motel..?

On the way to the elevator to find this office yourself, (since the fucking security guard was passed out cold) you bumped into a strong figure on the way in the elevator as he was coming out.

“Shit.. that was my last one,” the figure mumbled, his voice scratchy yet light.. familiar. The man took a step back and crossed his arms. His stair formed into one of disgust and annoyance.

The stranger took a step back and even.. EXAMINED you. He was tall.. stone cold even just by looking at him could you tell. His sniffed lightly, his nostrils expanding a little bit, with a wince, he finally spoke.

“A mundy huh?” He coughed out some smoke. A annoyed look on his face.

I stared at the man, confused and desperate for some sleep.. ‘did he say mundy? Or did I miss my medication today?.’ I questioned myself silently.

“Sir.. can you please repeat that?” I asked kindly, (or tried) I kept a smile on my face but even a dumbass like the tweedle twins could tell it was fake.

“Hm.” He scoffed a little. He pulled his hand up to his face and squeezed the bridge of his nose. “What can I help you with?” He grumbled, finally releasing his nose and crossing his arms once more. Trying to keep a smile, his was tense like my own.

Just two strangers staring at one-another, both tired and annoyed— trying to be polite.

I finally put my fake smile down and realized why I was even here to begin with. I tried to smile genuinely this time, “yes! Please I need to see the sheriff, or anyone honesty who can tell me where I am and why these roads are so confusing” I said that last part with a laugh, a shitty joke erupted from my nervousness. I mentally smacked myself.

This guy doesn’t wanna hear my shitty jokes.

The man tilted his head slightly and let out a loud sigh, “that’s me.. sheriff wolf.” I reached out my hand instantly for manners and mutual respect for the fact that we both obviously needed some good sleep and quiet.

He hesitantly shook my hand with a firm grip. His bottom lip puckered slightly, his jaw tense, though he didn’t let go my hand, just held it with quite the grip.

I stared at him and then down at our hands intertwined with eachothers. I let out a nervous laugh.. “hey Uhm—“

He cut me off, “well? Eh? You gonna tell me your fucking name or not.” His voice got stern, I felt myself shrinking under his gaze.

“Y/n” I laughed, but I felt a surge of sudden confidence take over me, my gaze locked on his, I squeezed his hand back just as hard, something about this seemed right.. our hands together.

“What’s your name sheriff?” I smiled,

The man stared me down, his eyes went to our hands then back to my eyes. I felt him shake in my grasp, whether with anger or fear, I didn’t know.. but I wasn’t some cute little girl.

“Bigby— sheriff bigby.” And he ripped his hand out of mine. His hands tensed, curling up into fists at his sides. “You’re in fable town, you must have taken a wrong turn missy. Cause this is NOT where you’re supposed to be.”

He warned, I laughed.

“I’d love an escort sheriff.”

“I don’t have a car”

“Big guy like you walks around eh?”

He growled, obviously not finding me amusing whatsoever. “Here” he took out a little note pad, he gave me the address for somewhere else.

“Follow the signs sweetheart” and with that, he walked away. The crumbled up piece of paper laid on the ground near my feet, I snatched it up with a scowl on my face.

“Fucking asshole.”

You didn’t know what to think of this guy, and that bothered you because you were the typa girl to always have a plan and analyze everything and everyone. You couldn’t read this guy, something about him.. felt so primal.. so inhuman.

His eyes, his canines, the facial hair even. The way he smelled for jimminy Christmas. He wasn’t normal,

Then again who was nowadays?

He was an asshole, stubborn and irritable over the smallest thing.. but.. why ..

Why couldn’t you stay away from him…?

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You were annoyingly pretty. Almost suspicious.

Faith was dead, now Lilly, fables running around town causing shit with nothing better to do.. and now you?

He wouldn’t buy that ‘just got lost’ bullshit. Something was weird about this girl.. too eye catchy and doll like. Fragile and confident all the more. He needed to find out more about you.

You owed him a new pack of smokes too.

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Merry Christmas to everyone! Don't forget to keep your feet (and wings) warm.

[black-but-mildly-sunny]

I have a TWAU OC, son of Bigby BUT he isn't raised in normal society or with the Fables - he's raised with a pack of lycanthropes.

Like they made a home of couple hundred of them that live in a community deep in an area, and interact with mundies but nobody knows who they are really (HC that there's pockets of certain creatures living in the mundie world that made it out of war cause technically they are fables, creatures, and so on ..)

Anyway - I'll share more in this OC son and the mini lycanthrope community he threw up and how he meets his father after like 20 years.

[roachcounty]

hiii i made. wolf among us oc because i finally watched a full playthru of it after like ten years. Im late. nyway . Hookman :] he uses the name Duncan as an alias and hes a. Shadow monster demon thingy i dont actually know. (mostly bc he's usually portrayed as like. a shadowy figure. bc his face is always obscured by shadows and stuff and also i thought it was cool.) ANYWAY he works for tha crooked man :] idk a lot abt him yet tbh and some stuff might change but :] ehehee.

Also closeup of tha tats on his arm idk i thought it was cute and FUN. Bloody Mary tat. yah.

[pinstripepalace]

little gift for @swan-of-fabletown !!

[omg-puddingpie]

Been 'bout a minute since I've drawn these lovelies. My OC Lyla and Grendel.

[swan-of-fabletown]

Keira couldn't believe this Keira: That is the stupidest thing I heard, Bigby: I know even a mundy doesn't do something like that. Get your eyes tested Crane. It's old news. I don't know what's worse, you doing those marks like student work or those fanfics. I would rather say it's both.

Keira was mad about those fanfics and marking her letters as if it was schoolwork, not that, but she couldn't hold her anger any more. Keira: I can't believe you, Crane. You still have a crush on me, even when I told you I don't love you. I am so pissed & going to say this one more time and make sure you hear me very clearly. I WILL NEVER EVER GO OUT & I DON'T LOVE YOU. GET THAT YOU M***********. Both Bigby and Cinderella were shocked to hear Kerry saying something out loud and they knew Keira rarely swears. Bigby: Calm down Keira, Crane needs to listen to what I need to say.

[hallowed-kyrkogrim]

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Grim Reaper.

[hbeeez]

I miss the wolf among us and so I had to make an OC based off Bigby

[monsterswithimagines]

The Wolf

Bigby Wolf x Red Riding Hood OC

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

Masterlist

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

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

In the Homelands, though…

That memory was one of her most frequent nightmares.

Grandmother, what big eyes you have…

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll just… get my first aid kit.”

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

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

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

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

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

He just kept looking at her.

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

“Are you alright?” Bigby asked.

“I’m… I’m fine, Sheriff.”

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

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

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

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

She looked back up at him.

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

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

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

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

Grandmother, what big teeth you have…

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

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

“I can’t help it.”

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

“I won’t hurt you.”

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

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

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

It didn’t exactly make her feel better.

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

“Wait.”

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

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

“Just doing my job.”

She kissed him.

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

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

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

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

“You’re confused.”

She shook her head.

“You hate me.”

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

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

Shapeshifter. Monster.

Lover.

She kissed him again.

Something between them snapped.

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

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

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

“Wolf…” she whispered. “Oh…”

It was his old name, his real name.

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

“I want you,” he growled.

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

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

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

His eyes were yellow.

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

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

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

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

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

“Patience…”

"Never been my strong suit."

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

She raked her nails down his chest and stomach.

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

“Yeah, just like that,” she told him.

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

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

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

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

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

She held on to Bigby’s shoulders desperately.

“C’mon… C’mon...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please take off your pants and fuck me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How’s that?”

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

She jolted.

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

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

He looked at her with hunger in his eyes.

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

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

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

She moaned, her hands threading into his hair.

He chuckled darkly.

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

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

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

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

Already, she was so close.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She shuddered, gasped, and came entirely undone.

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

“We can stop,” he told her.

“Don’t you dare.”

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

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

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

“Goddamit, Red…”

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

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

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

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

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

Bigby snarled.

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

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

Everything went white.

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

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

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

She nodded.

“I was too rough,” he insisted.

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

“I’ll just buy a turtleneck.”

“That’s not-”

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

He looked down at her, then dropped his head.

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

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

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

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If you're looking for trouble you got it!

[strongestbanner]

I just remembered that last year I made this crossover drawing between Bigby Wolf and my OC: Ethan. Kinda cute, isn't? They are both depressed werewolves, Bigby would be a good advisor for him, heh <3

[hxlplessheart]

I’ve decided to open myself back up to finding some more roleplays! I’ve been a bit busy with uni recently and I’ve been missing DMs and such. So, I figured I’d make an official post!

So, Hi! My name varies on the internet, but you can call me V. I’m a 19yo female who has been roleplaying for close to seven years— with a main focus on OC x Canon and OC x OC doubles. My writing style has developed over the years, and I’ve learned how to mirror my partner’s styles pretty well! But, I have a strong preference for literate to novella writing.

My Roleplay Rules and Guidelines:

1. Third person POV writing only.

I really dislike any other POV writing, as I feel like it not only disrupts the flow, but it forces me to have to try and merge my own third person writing into another POV. This makes it clunky and hard to read back on.

2. Doubles for OC x Canon Characters are MANDATORY

I will not budge on this rule. Although I love roleplaying for the connection and a good story, I absolutely will not roleplay just a canon character against your oc because you ‘don’t know how to do doubles’. I know you can do doubles if you wanted to, you just choose not to. And that’s completely fine! I would simply rather not roleplay with you if I am confined to just a canon character and I can’t write my OCs against a canon character. The only exception to this rule is OC x OC threads.

3. NSFW is preferred

I am an adult who is interested in roleplaying adult themes. I am not looking for a strictly NSFW roleplay, but I am interested in the themes being present.

NSFW in this context includes:

- S3xually explicit scenes

- Unhealthy relationships/depictions of toxic behaviors

- Character death/character injuries/ etc etc

- Infidelity/Relationship breaks/ etc etc

This list is not here to be a checklist for everything I want in a roleplay. Rather, it’s a list of examples for what I’m interested in.

4. A minimum of 5 lines is required for a reply

As a descriptive roleplayer, I feel as if it is important to note that I simply will not reply to oneliners, * text, or [Character]:

5. Communication is important!

Please, please please please communicate with me. If you are unhappy with what is going on in a roleplay— please tell me. I will not be upset! Or, if you want to stop, or you’re uninterested in the subject anymore, please let me know! You will not upset me! Also, any sort of NSFW themes must be discussed heavily, and boundaries must be communicated.

6. All participants must be 18 or older

No exceptions.

7. Discord Roleplays Only

And there we go! Those are all of my guidelines for roleplaying with me!

My Fandoms:

- Arcane

- The Arcana

- Gravity Falls

- Resident Evil

- Scream

- Most Slashers

- FNAF

- The Price of Flesh

- Boyfriend to Death

- Lovers Trophy

- Inside Job

- Lackadaisy

- Telltale’s The Walking Dead

- Dying Light 1 & 2

- Stardew Valley

- Hazbin Hotel

- The Wolf Among Us

- The Last of Us

- The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

- Stranger Things

- My Hero Academia

- Ouran High School Host Club

And many, many more

If you have any questions or if you’re interested in a thread please dm me! I’d be happy to discuss specifics from there! :}

[pinstripepalace]

toxic on and off again boyfriends who do nothing but bitch and argue

[omg-puddingpie]

My OC Lyla Smith's 1st set of children; their father is Georgie Porgie from The Wolf Amoung Us & since their birth, she was warned her children would do either good or terrible things in their life.

"The 1st will build from ash, an empire from nothing to breathing with life. The 2nd shall have a golden life from the start but learn the true meaning of sacrifice. The 3rd shall fall from grace, with a curse placed upon their head but will break the chains, with the help from another lost soul & erase all that was once said. The 4th will carry the others, one by one, until the dark becomes light & the war is won."

[swan-of-fabletown]

After Cinderella got dressed, she and Ichabod started to make their way to the Eiffel Tower, they can see tourists from near and far across the world would love to travel to see the famous tower, Ichabod: Why would your boss want to take pictures at the Eiffel Tower, dear Cinderella: He said he wanted to see how good I am doing with my job & if I am going to be with you, you need to trust me Ichabod: Oh, I do, I do, there had to be so many crowds Cinderella: Relax, dear Icky, they are here for romance, & fun, and if you think how lucky we are, plus we don't need fancy buildings, do we? Ichabod: Guess not, my dear Cinderella could see in not far in the distance she could see Bigby and Keira & they were wearing different clothing. Cinderella was glad Crane hadn't seen them, plus she guessed it had been nearly 20-30 years since they had seen each other. What's the odd of them running to each other?

Terra and Drive from @anideterm3 There were only two ways to get to the top. It could be either take the steps or the lift. Bigby and Keira, Cinderella and Ichabod and a brother and sister decided to take the lift. It was quiet until a sister, who goes the name of Terra, who was talking to her older brother, Drive. Terra: Look! Drive. I can see our house & it feels like we are flying like a pegasus. Drive: Easy Terra, don't get too close. I don't want you hurt & I don't have wings to save you. Cinderella: Isn't this exciting, Icky? Ichabod: It sure is, my dear. In the back of the lift, both Bigby and Keira were trying not to show their anger & feelings towards Crane, but they knew soon it would be all over.