could i pls have some headcanons of my boi bigby who secretly has a daughter that only snow knows about, but one day the other fables find out, like maybe she calls him daddy in the business office or something :)) SO CUTEEEEHCUSIDJOSKCJKDKX
IM GONNA HAVE A HEART ATTACK THIS IS SO CUUUUUTE
When Snow saw a child sitting across from Bigby’s desk, she froze.
And raised a brow.
But smiled warmly the moment the young girl turned to look at her.
“Hi there,” she began delicately, “what’s your name?”
“Y/N.”
And Snow smiled.
And turned to Bigby.
And gave him the look.
The one that demanded answers.
The one she only used when she was worried.
No little girl wandered into Bigby’s office without a cause.
And she had a bad feeling.
“I’m taking care of her.”
Snow raised a brow.
Bigby stared at her.
Then stood.
Tugging her out of the room.
“She needs help so I’m helping her.”
“Where are her parents?”
Bigby only stared.
And Snow sighed.
Knowing what his silence meant;
Like so many Fables, she’d been abandoned.
Her family, probably unable to care for them.
“Let me know if you need anything.”
And she turned away.
Bigby wasn’t entirely lying.
The young girl had been abandoned.
He had just taken her in.
Long ago.
He had just kept it a secret.
He wanted it to be only his.
He wanted to be a father without external pressure.
He wanted to learn how to care for her;
How to cook and clean,
And braid her hair,
And buy her school supplies,
Without any help.
He deserved to be able to focus entirely on her.
His reputation shouldn’t have been a factor in her life.
“Who was that, daddy?”
Bigby closed the door firmly behind him.
Praying Snow hadn’t heard her.
But he could hear her heels stop in the hallway.
And he knew she was returning to his door.
She stood there.
Face pale.
Jaw gape.
Eyes bright and twinkling.
With possibly an underlying hint of hurt.
“Daddy?” Snow asked, horrified.
Bigby didn’t think he’d ever hear her say that.
They were taken to Snow’s office.
There, the girl could sit and play.
Colour and draw.
And Snow and Bigby could talk over coffee.
Privately.
But just as they were to begin, the girl whined.
Sitting on the couch.
Casting a gaze toward her father off to the side.
He offered her a sweet smile.
“I’ll be right there, little one.”
And she smiled.
Easing back in her seat.
Glancing around the room.
Fiddling with the rubix cube Snow had given her mindlessly.
And Snow passed.
Staring at him.
Cheeks ed and ears pink.
Amazed.
“I can tell you really care about her.” Snow said softly.
Her gaze, unable to leave Bigby’s.
Bigby raised a brow.
Taking a sip of his black coffee.
Snow gave a meek smile.
“You wouldn’t protect someone this much that you didn’t care about.”
Bigby smiled to himself against his coffee mug.
Grumbling to himself as he gulped.
“I do really care about her.”
He was looking at her.
Smiling.
Chuckling lowly when she excitedly showed off to him her non-solved rubix cube.
And Snow sled.
Her chest, warm and fuzzy.
She couldn’t wait to see how everyone else would react.
Because she knew everyone would be surprised.
But she also knew that deep down, everyone would find it endearing.
Hey I got a Bigby ask this time! What if he had a sweet s/o that seemed like they would never swear go into a cussing fit at someone trying to flirt with them?
oh my god stop I love this
Y/N and Bigby were polar opposites.
And yet, they were a couple to be reckoned with.
Practically inseparable.
Y/N was sweet.
Was a teacher for a living.
And volunteered in their free time.
When they weren’t with Bigby, of course.
Snow had no idea how it happened.
Or how they met.
But they were cute.
And happy.
And that was enough.
Y/N was a saint.
But they needed to be given their work.
And seemed to be a good influence on Bigby.
They were his level head.
Placed a hand on his arm when he got worked up.
Talked him through his frustration or confusion.
Helped him with work when he got overwhelmed.
They never swore.
They were always smiling and cheery.
Always delicate and understanding.
They were the perfect contract for Bigby.
And we’re changing his life for the better.
The two walked hand-in-hand down the street.
Off for their date night.
The one they took every Friday.
Bigby traced his thumb along the back of their hand.
Y/N wrapped their free arm around one of his.
Smiling.
Letting him guide them to dinner.
And then out for drinks.
They went to their usual favourites.
Ordering their usual meals.
Usual drinks.
Then, after two hours, trotted down to the bar.
Their usual spots were reserved.
Holly always reserved them on Fridays.
And smiled cheekily when they rolled in.
She found Y/N adorable.
And thought they kept the reigns on Bigby.
So she loved having the couple in the bar.
Now she did, at least.
Their usuals were poured.
Set down for the two of them.
Before they’d even sat down.
“Punctual. I like it.”
“I try to be.” Y/N said with a warm smile.
Popping a big tip into the tip jar.
Watching Holly’s genuine smile as they did so.
They sat and chatted.
Sipping on their beers.
Humming to hands draped over one another.
Bigby’s arm over the back of their chair.
Y/N’s hand resting against one of his arms.
Both smiling at each other.
Each sipping on their beers with bright ears and cheeks.
Then, the seat beside them shifted.
“Hey beautiful.”
And Y/N tensed.
And Bigby frowned.
Y/N turned around.
Spotting the stranger.
Doing a once over.
Trying to see if they knew him from somewhere.
“Do I know you?”
The stranger chuckled.
“No, but you’ll want to.”
And he leaned forward.
Smile slick and sickening.
“Hey—”
Y/N squeezed his arm.
Giving him a look.
Then turned back to the stranger.
“I think I’ll pass.”
He scoffed.
“Come on baby, you’re no fun.”
Bigby stiffened.
Y/N glared. “I said no.”
The stranger set a hand on their shoulder.
Offering a drunk, creepy smirk.
“At least give me a chance, bab—”
“If you don’t get your hands off of me right fucking now,”
Bigby froze.
Holly, across the bar, turned.
Eyes wide.
“I will throw you across this damn bar.” They finished.
The stranger blinked.
The statement still computing.
So Y/N swipe their hand off.
“Back the fuck off before I kick your ass.”
Finally understanding, the stranger glared.
Scoffing.
Offended.
Then turned away.
And drunkenly sauntered off.
Y/N turned back to Bigby.
Adjusting their hair as young nothing had happened.
Then flashed their signature sweet smile.
“Did we decide on pasta for dinner tomorrow?”
Bigby blinked.
Ears red.
Amazed at their power.
He smirked.
Pleased.
Because Bigby had never been more attracted to them than at that moment.
Can I please get headcanons for Grendel reacting to his usually sweet baby of and S/O absolutely ripping someone a new one or getting in a fist fight and winning?
oh my god the power in this request I love it
Grendel often has to defend Y/N.
He never gave them a chance to defend themselves.
He didn’t want to take that chance.
Someone eyeing them at the bar?
He’d swing his arm around their shoulders.
Someone whistles at them on the street?
He’d throw curses their way like there was no tomorrow.
They were his.
And his only.
And he didn’t want to give anyone the chance of getting in the way of that.
They often spent weekend nights in the bar.
Their usual drinks.
Holly cracking jokes with the other regulars.
Everything peaceful and content.
Until the new guy rolled in.
The weeknight regular.
The guy Grendel and Y/N had yet to meet.
“Fuck.” Holly whispered.
Irritated and under her breath.
And Grendel raised a brow.
Turning to follow her glare.
“That’s our new regular.” She hissed.
Pretending to clean the counter.
Acting as though she wasn’t gossiping.
“And he’s the biggest ass I’ve ever met.”
Grendel raised a brow.
Bigby was a regular.
And if this guy was the biggest ass?
Yikes.
The stranger grinned.
Friendly slapping the backs of everyone he passed.
Getting nothing but harsh glares in return.
Until he slipped up to the bar.
And flashed a cheeky smile.
“The usual.” He spat Holly’s way.
She glared.
But obeyed.
And begrudgingly passed him a beer.
He sat silently.
Surveying the bar.
Drinking it as he studied the passersby.
A brow raised.
A smirk present.
He finished beer after beer.
Slurring and demanding Holly pour him more.
And each time Grendel glared his way.
Hesitantly surveying Y/N.
Finally, after his fourth beer, he studied the couple.
Brow raised.
A hand sweeping over his chin.
“Hey,” the hushed.
Y/N turned.
Realizing the stranger was speaking to him.
And scrunched their nose.
“Hi?”
He leaned forward.
“What’s your name?”
Grendel stood, ready to reach over for him.
Spit in his face that they were taken.
But Y/N held out a hand.
Stopping him.
“Why do you want to know.” They asked.
Arms crossed.
For the time being, they just wanted to see where this went.
“Because you’re cute.” He smirked.
Grendel flinched.
“And I wanna get to know you better.”
Y/N gave a tense smile.
“I’m taken,” they said.
Gesturing to Grendel.
“So no, sorry. I’m not interested.”
“Come ooon,” he whined.
Setting a hand on their arm.
Brushing at their cheek.
Y/N shimmied away.
“I’m not interested.” They asserted.
Glaring.
“Please leave me alone.”
“Can we not share a beer?”
Pouting playfully.
Y/N’s glare didn’t waver.
“No.” They pushed. “I’m not interested.”
Y/N tried to slide their arm out.
The stranger’s grip didn’t waver.
And their heart froze.
They didn’t want to panic Grendel.
So spoke quietly.
“Let go of me.” They hissed.
Glaring.
And the stranger drunkenly smiled.
“Come on cutie, just ease u--”
With a huff, Y/N pushed their arm away.
Grabbed it.
Heaved them off their feet.
And chucked them.
Straight out the front window.
The room went pin-drop silent.
All jaws dropped.
And Grendel guffawed.
“Holy shit.” He breathed.
Amazed.
“Well,” Holly began.
Slowly closing her gawked jaw.
Shattering the stunned silence the room had built.
“I was gonna throw him out. Thanks for doing it for me.”
In response, Y/N smiled.
Somewhat sheepishly.
“I’ll pay to fix the window.”
Grendel only smiled.
Eyes soft and hopeful.
More in love with them than he had ever been.
Absolutely smitten.
“That was fuckin amazing.” He’d said.
Whispering to them on their walk home.
Y/N smiled.
“Just wanted to keep ya on your toes, you know?”
And Grendel just smiled.
Assured more than ever that they were a perfect match.
Ok so I am freaking OUT since announcement of season 2 I am so excited! Do you think you cold write something about how bigby reacts to his girlfriend having an aggressive ex? Like he keeps trying to get with he again and wont leave her alone and it freaks her out? If you have time, thank you!
ooooo this is the drama and angst that I’m HERE FOR
When her phone rang, he didn’t budge.
He kept his eyes trained on the nightly news.
A cigarette pressed between his lips.
She opened her phone.
Stared down at it.
And there was a small intake of breath.
The silence.
Bigby glanced over.
Spotting the flurry of texts putting up on her screen.
“Sheesh.” Was all he said.
She gulped.
“It’s him.” Was all she said.
Bigby knew exactly who she was talking about.
Her ex.
The one that used to beat her up daily.
Curse at her
Break her belongings.
Bigby extinguished his cigarette.
Turning to her.
Shoulders stiff.
“Really?”
She put her phone against the coffee table.
Staring at it.
Body stiff as she coiled into herself.
“Really.”
She took a deep breath.
Eyes closed.
And he instinctively wrapped an arm around her.
Pulling her into his side.
“Hey, you’re okay.”
Minutes later, she stood.
“I’m going to bed.”
Bigby stared after her.
“Not feeling well.” She elaborated.
Bigby stared after her.
Feeling heavy.
Feeling a pain in his chest.
And cast his gaze over to her phone.
He looked away.
Growled under his breath.
And stared for the kitchen to get her water.
When he heard it again.
The buzzing.
He started for the table.
Spotting the familiar number.
And tensed.
Glared.
And snatched the phone from the table.
He answered it.
“If you ever call this number again, it’ll be the last call you ever make.”
There was silence on the other end.
“Who the fuck are you?” The voice snapped back.
“Her fucking boyfriend.”
Then he hung up.
He went to their room.
A glass of water to set on her bedside table.
Then rolled in beside her.
Even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to get a good sleep.
He was up before she was.
Smoking in the kitchen.
Taking sips of coffee between puffs.
And bitter, agitated sighs.
Then, she woke up.
Making her way into the living room.
Stifling a small gasp.
Bigby turned and spotted her.
Holding her phone.
Hand pressed to her mouth.
Pale and shaking.
“Y/N?” He asked.
He didn’t get a response.
So he approached.
And felt his blood pressure spike.
Her screen was flooded with missed calls.
Text messages.
Social media messages.
FaceTime requests.
Everything.
Bigby snarled.
Taking her phone.
Watching her curl into the couch.
“He’s never going to leave me alone.”
“Y/N,”
“I’ll never be free.”
They had to run errands that afternoon.
And Y/N was terrified.
So Bigby held her hand.
Stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.
Settling a hand on the small of her back.
Draping an arm around her shoulders.
Keeping her close.
And secure.
And safe.
When she wasn’t looking, he blocked him.
On everything.
So he wouldn’t be able to contact her anymore.
And slipped her phone back.
“Do you think he’ll come for me?” She asked weakly.
Walking down the street.
Clutching one of his hands with both of her own.
He glanced over.
Studying her fear.
And leaned in closer to whisper.
“I’d never let him get close to you.”
Bigby kept her close.
Out of harm's way.
And she barely left his side for the following days.
