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LOVE AT FIRST FIGHT (BIGBY X READER)

hi! this is probably going to be short instead of a fully fledged x reader but i have a lil muse left tonight and this idea is so cute :)

Imprinting was a funny thing.

Bigby's mother had described it to him when he was just a cub, but the concept was always vague. A bedtime story. A fantasy. Some would even call it a fairytale. He would curl up next to her, fidgeting and kicking until he wasn't being crushed by his brothers and sisters, listening to her sweet voice as she lulled him to sleep. Imprinting, when a wolf found their perfect mate. When your eyes locked together, and the world stopped turning, when your heart rearranged itself to make room for somebody else. One singular moment, that changed your entire life's trajectory.

Bigby wasn't a cub anymore, and he had bigger things to worry about than finding a mate. Unlike certain delusional individuals, Bigby was able to accept reality, and accept the shittiness of that reality. He didn't need to coddle himself with religion, or bedtime stories, or some fantasy of true love that didn't exist. Nobody who had seen the things that he had would believe in any of that.

He shoved his free hand into his pocket, taking a long drag of the cigarette perched in the other. He felt the smoke crawl into his lungs, fill up the hole in his chest for the briefest of moments. He held it there for a second, clinging to the feeling before he blew the smoke out. It rolled over his lip, spilling into the night air as he leaned against a lamp post. Even as he took the moment to relax, his eyes were roving the street, searching up and down.

The scream that cut through the air didn't surprise him, but he straightened up immediately. The cigarette fell from his hand, the end glowing orange as he abandoned it on the tarmac below, sprinting toward one of the numerous dark alleyways. He knew something was off -- or maybe something was just always off in Fabletown. He rounded the corner and screeched to a halt, immediately taking in the scene.

"Hey!" He growled, drawing the attention of the mugger who was trying to wrench the bag from your hands. Bigby ran forward and drew his arm back, but before he could even make contact, you beat him to the punch, literally. Your knuckles crashed into the petty criminal's nose with a satisfying crunch, which turned into a fountain of blood.

"Ugh!" You grunted, following it up by grabbing both of his shoulders and driving your knee upward with all your strength, straight into his groin. The man collapsed like oragami in the rain, crumpling to the ground with a choked off noise. He curled in on himself, his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head. You readjusted your bag onto your back, scowling down at the figure.

Bigby stared, looking remarkably awkward. He had charged forward, adrenaline pumping, prepared for a fight, and now the energy had nowhere to go. It thrummed in his veins, his blood hot, his eyes a little wild. Sometimes, he felt like an addict. "You alri--?" He began to ask gruffly, but he was quickly cut off by you.

"I had that," you snapped at him, brushing yourself off and glaring in his general direction, "I had it handled, I didn't need you to get involved."

Bigby's face soured, and he clenched his fist. He was no stranger to ingratitude for his work around Fabletown though. "Looked like it," he muttered sarcastically, bending down to drag the whimpering criminal's hands together behind his back and cuff them tightly.

"Excuse me?" You stepped closer, putting your hands on your hips and staring down at him.

"Nothing," Bigby said. And then, after a beat, "just that if I hadn't have distracted him, he would have snapped your damn neck. But sure, you had it."

"Oh, and you charging in here like that was smart? It was a robbery! If he hurt me, it would've been because you stormed in here and spooked him," you accused huffily, "do you even fucking think?"

"I'll tell you what I fuckin' think--" Bigby growled, his eyes flashing yellow at being provoked and he stood, dropping the perpetrator flat on his face and standing up straight. He glared at you, this time looking directly into your eyes.

It hit him like a punch, at first. It was nothing like his mother had described, so much so that he didn't recognise what was happening to him. For a second, he wondered if he had taken a silver bullet to the heart. There was a dull pain in his chest that spread outward, as if his heart was cramping, or twisting. He clutched his chest, almost tearing the buttons of his shirt. The feeling spread, becoming nausea in his stomach, like hundreds of butterflies were trying to escape. His legs felt weak, his arms felt shaky, and before he knew it, he was leaning forward. Like a magnet, unable to resist the pull, he found himself drawn in and in and...

"What the fuck are you doing?"

The question snapped him out of it, and he jerked back. He could feel prickly heat from shame and embarrassment crawl down his neck, and he felt vaguely dizzy. How could he even explain himself? How could he tell you that he wanted to pick you up, throw you over his shoulder and take you somewhere safe for the rest of your life? To wrap you up in his arms and breathe in your scent. To experience the press of your lips on his. To consume you whole, until you were one.

He had never experienced something like this, and he felt terrified. Vulnerable. With one look, you had ripped him open and examined him, had rearranged his anatomy and made room for yourself. Not just in his heart, but in every part of his body. In every cell, in every atom, you were part of him. You were his mate.

Bigby cleared his throat, "nothing. Do you want to come by the Sheriff's Office tomorrow and make a statement?" He asked flatly, "uh...?" He raised an eyebrow questioningly and gestured vaguely, searching for your name.

"(Y/N)," you supplied with a nod.

Bigby felt like if he didn't know he would see you again, his body might spontaneously combust. "So?" He asked, sounding impatient and bored of the interchange.

Bigby Wolf and Snow White

Eng

I've recently become interested in games from Telltale Games studio. In addition to "The Walking Dead", I liked the game "The Wolf Among Us". I also started reading Fables comics, and I really liked the game. And Bigby with a Snow White of course:3

Rus

Remember: Back those days No TVS, No Phones, No computers and many more, and we even gone back about couple years after Fables have escape the Homelands. Also this is how Keira and Bigby cope as human beings and this was before they become sheriff and deputy sheriff, Bigby been human for over a year while Keira is been human under 3 months, so lets the story begins...

Early Morning, Keira Swan who slowly woke up, she still getting use of herself, now she change from a swan to a glamour human, she just getting things around. Keira: Oh... that's right, I'm glamoured now

I just finished playing The Wolf Among Us and..

a while ago i realized something i didn't in the crooked man's trial. while everybody agreed that he is a scumbag deserving of punishment, not everyone agrees on the same method of punishing him. it was either:

1. locking him up and giving him a life sentence.

2. hurting him and watch him die.

3. get rid of him by throwing him down the witching well to let him die.

everyone ( or at least majority ) who chooses not to kill him were the people who were involved in helping him, getting help from him, directly or indirectly... and commiting a crime, contributing to the crooked man's 'business', knowingly or not.

aunt greenleaf, who has been supplying ichabod crane with black market glamours for years.

beauty and beast too, who are in a huge debt due to their luxurious lifestyle...which led them to indirectly work for the crooked man.

( is it just me or is anyone else pissed off at how much they refuse to adapt to the modern world, and how lavish their apartment looks like ? )

while it's understandable that they were out of choices and were just trying to survive, my points were that those who were voted him to be prisoned doesn't exactly prioritize justice.

the methods of punishment that these fables are suggesting are also driven by their own survival instinct.

they were afraid of the consequences they might be facing too if everything is to be done lawfully straight as a ruler.

given how gren and holly lost a friend and a sister, and how much bluebeard cares about his bureaucracy and the embezzlement, and how nerissa lost both of the only people who cared about her... it's understandable why they were insistent on killing the criminal mastermind.

gren:

holly:

and bluebeard, who was the loudest and most stubborn about his decision...cutting everyone who disagrees with him off.

and nerissa, who finally gathered her courage to be there and dare to lie about an evidence to swerve the crooked man's technicalities.

i did not pay much attention to johann the butcher.

but my point still stands.

the crooked man wasn't wrong about one thing...

it isn't a lie, everyone is just struggling to survive and get by in life. and he took advantage of it, he reached out a broken twig to helpless people and let them be in debt with him for eternity, until they're out of use.

the silver tongued is smooth with his technicalities and manipulations, attempting to be 'understanding' and present himself as the 'compassionate' fable who is just trying to help.

like an abusive parent, gaslighting their children by reminding them of their 'sacrifices'.

pretending to he in his victims shoes, comparing himself to them. you and I aren't that different, we're all just surviving !

i mean, in a sense he isn't completely wrong about that either.

isn't he?

but there is one clear difference between him and the other fables.