Hey, how are you today? I hope you are having a good day! I just found your blog and love it to bits. So can you do something, where some of the fables realize that Bigby isn't that bad anymore. And giving him more shit then he should get. Or that he has way better control over his wolf then anyone realize. Thanks! I hope you have a great day! 💜
oooo this is gonna be FUN I hope you enjoy this buddy :)
The Crooked Man had been gone for a year.
The anniversary came and went silently.
And Fabletown remained silent.
For a variety of reasons.
Since his banishment, tensions had been low.
Fabletown had slowly been getting back on its feet.
Crane resigned.
Snow had taken over his position.
While Bigby remained in his same position.
But a different man.
“Morning Snow,”
Every day, like clockwork, he would call out to her when he arrived.
As she was already at her desk.
Already with a cup of coffee.
“Your cup is ready.”
“Thank God.”
Their exchange was the same every day.
As Bigby wandered into her office, she passed him his mug.
She always made coffee for the both of them.
And Bigby always gave her that sweet, thankful smile.
He’d become a lot quieter over the past year.
Calmer.
More patient.
With the Crooked Man out of the way, he had way less on his plate.
Life was more manageable.
And Fabletown noticed too.
“Hey Bigby. The usual?”
“You know it.”
Holly smirked, sliding Bigby his beer.
“Good, because I already had it poured.”
Bigby smirked.
Tossing the same few dollars he always did in the top jar.
“God bless ya, Holly.”
And he meant that.
And genuinely, Holly knew he did.
That was why she enjoyed having him in her bar.
Those days she did, at least.
The past had been another story.
Jack and Grendel would always sit to Bigby’s left.
Shooting the shit.
Teasing him.
Digging for work details.
(Even though they knew he wouldn’t give).
And as Fabletown noticed, their demeanour changed.
The exact level of Bigby’s workload had come to light.
How hard he’d worked to catch the Crooked Man.
How much he worked in an average week because of his chaos.
How much calmer he was.
How much work he seemed to get done.
Maybe they’d been wrong about him.
Maybe he was only ever trying to help.
He just struggled to express it.
And he was too overworked to care to explain.
When he walked down the street, people would smile.
Shyly, but they still would.
And over time, they’d wave.
And say hello.
And ask how he was.
And Bigby began to wonder if this was what being a real person felt like.
And it broke Snow’s heart that he learned that so late.
Hey I was wondering if you could do Holly, Grendel, and bigsby with a little sister 13ish that snuck out to get them a gift one night, and when they find her missing they freak out.
THIS IS SO WHOLESOME I hope you enjoy it buddy :’)
Bigby originally didn’t want to take the little girl in.
When she’d wandered into Holly’s bar, she was drenched.
Soaked from rain head-to-toe.
Shaking.
Holding a raggedy teddy-bear with her left hand.
“Where am I?” Was all she said.
It was enough to break Holly’s heart.
As cold as Holly could be, she had a big heart.
She cared about people.
Especially little ones.
She just didn’t tolerate bullshit.
Especially toward the little guys.
“What’s your name?” She asked.
Darting to the child’s side.
Ushering her in as quickly as she could.
Demanding Grendel grab a blanket and hot water.
Fumbling and frantic, he did.
More scared of Holly than anything.
Bigby stood from his seat.
Turning off the ‘open’ sign.
Giving the group some privacy.
From that moment onward, they were inseparable.
The child primarily stayed with Bigby.
(As he had the most space).
But the group almost always spent time together.
Sharing custody.
Cooking.
Cleaning.
Whatever they could.
Holly was the most patient with the child.
Teaching them how to cook and clean.
Talking to them about their past life.
At least, what they could remember.
Grendel was passionate about his spot as a ‘father’.
He always asked about the girl’s day.
Ask how she was feeling.
If she was doing well.
And if she wasn’t, he’d have a problem.
But for Bigby, he was the silent parental figure.
The one that watched from the side and smiled.
Offered head pats, hugs, and hand-hlds.
But also admired Holly and Grendel’s passion.
And their passion was always made clear.
It was 8pm.
Bigby went into the back room of the bar.
Off to check on the child.
And am racing out a moment later.
“She’s not in there.” He snapped.
Voice low and gravely.
He barely cast a look at the two before heading for the door.
Ready to run.
“Bigby, wait!” Holly hollered.
Going after him.
Snagging him before he vanished through the door.
“What do you mean?”
“All of her things are gone too,” Grendel said.
Darting out of the room.
Bee-lining for the front door.
Holly flipped toward Bigby.
Eyes wide and frantic.
“What do we do?”
“Well we can’t call the police.” Grendel snapped.
Bigby glared.
“Boys.” Holly asserted.
They eased off.
She sighed.
Running frantic fingered through her hair.
Trying her best to just think.
Semi-clearly.
“I guess we just need to look for her.”
“What?” Both men asked.
Holly flipped around, quivering and glaring.
“That could take us all night.” Grendel grumbled.
“And it isn’t guaranteed to find her.” Bigby added.
Holly’s hands slapped by her sides.
“What other choice do we have?” She snapped.
Her voice raising.
But then, the door creaked.
And a small figure wandered in.
A small plastic bag hanging from her wrist.
“Oh my God.” Holly sighed.
Darting forward.
Wrapping the child urgently into her arms.
“We’re so glad you’re safe.”
The little girl blinked.
Looking confused up at Bigby and Grendel.
After Holly gingerly slid away, she stayed knelt in front of her.
Spotting the plastic bag.
Confused, the young girl reached in.
Pulling out three chocolate bars.
“I wanted to buy you gifts.”
Holly’s hands slowly worked to her chest in awe.
Grendel’s shoulders relaxed.
Bigby’s crossed arms unfolded.
“I saved all the change you gave me from dishes.” The girl said.
Smiling thankful toward Holly.
And teary-eyed, the woman brought the child back into her arms.
“Oh my gosh,” she hushed.
Bigby and Grednel lanced to each other.
Chuckled.
Then turned to the little girl.
“You’re too sweet for your own good.” Was what Bigby settled on saying.
what if bigby throws himself in front of snow when shes about to get stabbed/shot etc. and its like bloody mary all over again? angst hcns cuz i want to feel PAIN :]
as requested :’)
NYC thugs weren’t known to go easy.
Ever.
But especially when it came to people like Bigby Wolf.
People who didn’t back down easily.
People who had a big mouth.
It wasn’t unusual for Snow to leave Fabletown for the bigger city.
It was needed from time to time.
For work meetings and conferences.
Seeing as they were still city representatives.
Albeit strangely.
But Bigby refused to let her go alone.
“I’ll be fine, Bigby.”
“I don’t trust it.”
Originally, she used to go with Crane.
That didn’t fly anymore.
And it made Bigby especially worried.
So they ventured into the city together.
Spent a day wandering around a conference centre.
One the two of them were both bored sick of.
Before getting ready to leave.
Snow fell a step behind Bigby,
Grabbing her keys from her bag,
When it happened.
A sharp hand clutched her wrist,
Ripping her backwards.
Bigby sixth’s sense went off.
He flipped, eyes blazing.
And immediately began leering.
“Stay back.” The culprit said.
Pinning Snow’s back to his chest.
His arm around her neck.
“I’m only here for her bag.”
Snow squirmed.
Coughing under his grasp.
“Let her go.”
“When she gives me her purse, I will.”
Snow at first had tried to fight,
Trying to slither her way out of their grasp,
But gave up,
And cast Bigby defeated eyes.
“There,” Bigby snarled. “Now?”
He took a daring step forward.
Barring his teeth.
And the culprit thrust the girl toward him.
Forced into his arms.
And he caught her,
Tightly and gracefully,
Holding her securely and safely,
Until she broke free.
She slammed her heel on the male’s foot,
Tore her bag out of his hand,
And uppercut his chin.
Then, she ran.
Ran toward the car.
Pleading for Bigby to follow behind.
And he did.
At least, he started too.
But then he noticed the glint of metal from the culprit’s pocket.
The glimmer against the dimming moon.
And his brain froze,
But his body didn’t.
Only one thing consumed his being.
’Snow’.
He grabbed her.
Wrapping his arms around her.
Throwing her behind him.
Letting the bullet slam into his back.
“Bigby?” Snow whispered.
Her hands pressed in panic to his chest.
Processing all that had just happened.
But just as she had, the culprit fled.
And she didn’t have the heart to chase after them.
“Bigby, oh my /God/!”
She forced him toward the ground.
Demanding he sit up right.
Ripping off her cardigan to act as a bandage.
“Snow, I--”
She wasn’t listening.
She was too focused.
The corners of her eyes, sparkling with tears.
Her hands, shaking as she frantically worked.
Never giving herself a moment to process.
Only react.
And he reached up as she worked.
Brushing a single tear off of her cheek.
“We need to get you to Dr. Swineheart now.”
“I’m going to be okay, Snow.”
“I can’t risk it,” she breathed,
Her voice wavering,
Catching Bigby by surprise.
“I can’t risk losing you again.”
She shook her head.
Turning to her purse.
Pulling out her keys and rising to her feet.
Unlocking Bigby’s door to help him inside.
But he stood,
And beat her to it.
He caught her arm in one of his hands.
She flinched at first.
The skin, still delicate there.
But eventually relaxed into his grasp.
Her eyes daring to meet his own.
He gave a tired smile.
His face, paling.
“I’m not going anywhere without you.”
And Snow blinked.
Then smiled.
Then blinked back her tears.
But before Bigby could catch the one escaping down her cheek, she did.
“Please, I’m taking you to get patched up.”
And Bigby wouldn’t argue.
Not with the girl that was so terrified about losing him.
hear me out,,parental reactions but for twau. can i please have a parental reaction of bigby, grendel, beast, snow, and bloody mary with a ~16 year old reader who is human and seriously hurt?? thank u bb
omg ;-; I’m here for the angst on a fine Saturday
Bigby: Bigby would feel his heart lurch into his throat, storming forwards and forcing himself between Y/N and their assailant. He showed no mercy - Bigby seldom did when one of his loved ones was in danger - and turned to Y/N the instant he could. “Hey,” he’d say softly, flipping them to face him. They were in rough shape, and his heart ached seeing the scars, cuts, and bruises to their face and arms. “Y/N? Shit,” he hushed, sensing their grogginess and pain. Pulling them into his arms, he felt a stab in the gut at ever groan of pain. “I got you. I’m here.” He hushed. “I’ll take you somewhere safe. I promise.”
Snow: Snow would lunge forward, clutching the wounded child on the ground. “Y/N? Y/N?” She’d pleaded, shaking them gently, anxious tears leaping to cloud her vision. “No, no!” She couldn’t lose them. She’d never be able to live with herself if she lost such a precious child on a mission, She would use whatever she had on her to wrap their wounds and would carry them as far as she needed to get them help. “Please,” she’d beg, teary-eyed, even Bigby unable to console her. “Please just save them.”
Beast: Beast would feel his heart freeze and crash into his stomach. “Hey!” He screamed, charging to insert himself between Y/N and their assailant. He didn’t even get a chance to begin beating their head in; they were gone by the time Beast arrived. He didn’t care about them. They were the least of his concerns. Immediately, he took Y/N into his arms. “Can you hear me? Y/N? Oh my God,” he breathed, his hands brushing over their bloodied face. “I’m taking you somewhere safe. I promise.” He whispered, forcing back anxious tears. He had to take action now. There was no time for worry. “I got you. I promise you, I have you.”
Grendel: Grendel’s eyes would practically leap out of his head, sweeping forward and pulling the child into his arms. “Back off.” He snarled, pulling Y/N’s head deeper into his neck, shielding them from whoever sought to do them harm. The moment he could, he hoisted them into his arms and booked it out of there. “Fuck fuck fuck.” He slurred under his breath, jumping into the nearest warm spot to tend to their injuries. “Stay with me. Look at me. Fuck can you hear me?” He couldn’t lose them. He couldn’t. He didn’t know what he would do if he lost them. He refused. “You’re gonna be okay I promise.”
Bloody Mary: Bloody Mary could feel herself twitch at the sight. She refused to ever bat an eye at violence, so why did she suddenly feel so pained by it? Wandering up to Y/N, wounded on the ground, she couldn’t help but feel an ache in her chest. She knelt down, checking their pulse and the state of their injuries. She didn’t know why she felt bad. Maybe it was because they had made more of an effort than anyone else. Now, seeing them struggling like this, it felt as though it was a disservice to herself as well. A pain to them, and to help. Delicately, tugging them to the side of the ally, she tended to their wounds. “Sit still and be quiet. I’m working, okay?” She sighed under her breath. “I’ll try and do this quick. Let’s get it over with then get out of here.”
