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gogogodzilla · 6 months

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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.

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multi-fandom-imagine · 5 months

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

Fandom: The Wolf Among Us

Character: Bigby Wolf

Naughty or Nice

Bigby often took solace at night, he often thought it was the only chance he would get peace and being you made it even more better.

It was this particular night that he wanted to comment to memory. It was another cold night in New York, the snow was softly coming down and he found himself in no rush to get home. Your hand felt good in his, warm, soft like it belong.

It was perfect.

A giggle, that broke his train of thoughts. Stopping on his tracks the man looked down at you. "Ya?"

Shrugging your shoulders you let your fingers run through his auburn hair as the brushed some snow flakes away."Nothing..."

"Doesn't look like nothin" his hand's wrap around your waist as he lifted you off the ground. "Don't wanna rile up the big bad wolf do ya?"

A light squeal of happiness escapes your lips as your arms wrapped around his neck. "Alright! Alright! I'll tell you just..look so cute covered in the snow, like a puppy."

Groaning, the man did his best to not roll his eyes at that statement. "You just had to add on 'like a puppy' didn't you.?"

Shrugging your shoulders you smiled pressing your lips against his. "Can't help myself...I am only stating a fact."

Chuckling, Bigby then placed his hand on your cheek brushing away the snow. "Well,You look even more beautiful covered in snow.”

Resting his head on yours he sighed feeling you nuzzle into him more. "I love you."

Smiling you placed another kiss to his cheek. "I love you too Bigby."

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grimlins-chaos · 26 days

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there's a REAL monster on the loose in fabletown

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dwsilver72 · 2 months

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Bigby

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lepanqueca · 9 months

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The wolf and the among us

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valeskawhore · 4 months

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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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sheep-and-lykos · 6 months

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i need to be mated by bigby

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You've never seen him look like this before. There was something hungry in his garden and it only ate him up more the longer he looked at you. You could see it clouding his vision, attempting to sway his mind to do his deepest desires with you. You wanted him to. You wanted him to use you, to fuck you, to do whatever he wants to do with you. Even as he caged you against the wall, trapping you between his two brawny arms with his heaving chest pressed against yours, he still held back. Something softened in his eyes for a brief moment, hesitating like he always does when he wants to be rough with you. You could smell the want and need pouring off of him and it was intoxicating, it mixed in your gut with the burning hot desire that had already pooled deep in your belly. It was like honey and wine, sweet and intoxicating and always a pleasure.

Your hands grabbed at his open collar, pulling his warmth closer to you. You could feel his heartbeat against his skin. For a moment, it felt like your hearts were beating at the same rhythm.

"Please," you softly begged.

The word was just barely a whisper, so soft normally someone would have missed it. But Bigby wasn't normal. Bigby was passionate and charming and tender and warm. He was everything opposite of what bullshit everyone spews and it was perfect.

He took your single word as his invitation. Always the gentleman.

He captured your lips with his. His stubble bit against your skin, scraping it just enough to scratch at your skin deliciously. It sent sparks down your spine right to your aching cunt that was dripping sweet nectar for him. Your fingers weaved tighter into the collar, pulling him more flush against your chest. He growled deeply against your lips, his hands clawing off of the walls to grasp at your head. His fingers curled in your hair while his other hand had traveled down your spine. He buried it in the small of your back, bunching up your clothes. You wanted him to rip off your clothes and have his way with you.

He growled against your lips like a hungry dog when your fingers moved across the broad expanse of his chest. You clutched at his shoulders, buried them in his hair and pulled, joined your hands together behind his neck as you moaned softly against his lips.

There was something off about Bigby though.

You could feel him holding back something. Just beneath your fingers and his clothes, you swore you could feel something powerful stirring. He felt so incredibly warm it was almost suffocating it was a shock that he hadn't gone crazy yet. Hell, this was basically your greeting since you had just walked through your front door just a few minutes ago.

You pulled away, breaking the kiss to look up at Bigby. He looked like he had gotten drunk from just kissing you alone, the way his eyes were half open and dazed. You could see golden flecks igniting in his honey brown hues. His pupils were dilated so small before blowing so wide you almost missed the color. He was panting more than he normally would, his hands latched on tighter too.

"Is there something wrong?" you mumbled against his lips.

Bigby almost seemed bashful. A faint pink dusted across his chiseled cheeks as he suddenly found it hard to look at you. He almost looked ashamed from just the one simple question.

"Sweetheart, I-" he paused, his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly. "I need you."

He needs you? The way he searched your eyes, the way he held you tightly. It dawned on you.

Was he in..?

The crazed and starving look in his eyes, the way he looked like a caged wolf ready to strike, how he was all over you from just coming into your apartment. Even now, you could feel how his clothes felt tighter, especially along his back where you knew one wrong move and the seams could pop from the shifting muscles below.

"Bigby-"

"Please?"

His eyes were glowing yellow at this point. Bigby could see their reflection in your eyes, driving out the gorgeous color that he craved to drink up. He needed you. He needed to taste you, to feel you, to see you, to drink up your sweet body in the light of the moon glowing just outside of the windows.

"Take me."

Those two words solidified your fate for the night.

You gasped as Bigby wasted no time in hoisting you up and over his shoulder. Long and powerful legs strode across your apartment and kicked open your bedroom door. You gasped when your back hit your mattress, eyes wide as you stared up at Bigby. He was already starting to wolf out; the way his eyes flared a neon yellow, the thicker facial hair, those glinting fangs and sharp tongue you wanted to feel against your most sensitive of skins, those claws you wanted him to sink into you and never let go.

He was always such a handsome sight to take in.

And the more feral he looked, the warmer the heat between your legs bloomed.

Bigby's hands snatched at your waist and pulled at the waistband of your pants. He was gentle, he was always gentle when it came to taking off your clothes unless he couldn't help it whether it was your teasing or him nearly going feral with lust. He kissed right below your navel as he slipped your pants down your legs, coaxing you to lift your ass up just enough to allow him to take off your pants and panties in one go. The damned clothes pooled at the floor before your bed before Bigby turned his attention to your top. His claws made it hard to work with such delicate cloth, but he never allowed you to help him. He wanted to do it all for you. But this time, you had to. Your fingers joined his as you both peeled off your top together, your bra didn't seem to last too much longer having been unhooked and tossed over his broad shoulder.

Bigby's wolfish eyes roamed your body, they were starving with desire. The way they raked over your naked body laying before him all splayed out and ready was always such a treat. It made him painfully aware of the awful tightness growing in the crotch of his pants.

It wasn't just his pants, though. He had suddenly become very aware of how tight the rest of his clothes had gotten between the bulky muscle and thick hair spreading across his sun-kissed skin. A brief look of embarrassment spread across his face before he seemingly lost control for a moment.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he suddenly collapsed to his knees. Brief moans of pain and a series pops and cracks muffled the tearing of clothes. You couldn't help but watch, eyes wide and staring as how his body rippled with power as he transformed into a big, hulking, very sexy werewolf. It made the honey dripping from your aroused cunt burn a whole lot hotter. When he stood, his eyes were on you and you were painfully aware of the heavy cock between his legs.

He scented the air before his eyes zeroed in on your sweet pussy. You had spread your legs, keeping them wide open just for him.

He pinned you to the bed with both hands on either side of you, claws digging up the sheets as his wolfish maw hovered just over the delicate skin.

You whined as you felt his tongue split you open, head rolling back as your mouth hung open while the sharp tip of his tongue dove between your folds and lapped right at your burning cunt. He growled with satisfaction, his ears swiveled to catch every noise that left that sweet mouth of yours. He could get drunk off of just the sounds you made.

His hands snatched at your shaking legs, stopping you from wrapping them around his head and held them up by the ankles, making sure to spread you wider until you felt the burn at your hips. Your hands snagged wherever they could; the sheets clinging to your sweaty body, the pillows bunched at your head, but he really seemed to love it when you buried your fingers in his fur and held him tightly.

You rocked your hips against his mouth, doing your best to grind against that fucking tongue of his just as he thrusts it deep inside of you. You winced and cried aloud when you felt his fangs pricking against your soft skin.

It all felt so fucking good, you never wanted to to end.

Your climax came suddenly, shocking you at just how fast you came from just him tongue fucking you alone. Bigby growled contently, burying his head deeper as he lapped up your sweet orgasm. You whined, your fingers trying to pry him off of your weeping pussy as your brain tried to pick up the poor pieces that had fallen and scattered from your climax. Your nerves felt like they were on fire, you body felt like it was weightless. His tongue lapped up your sweet honey, he was practically purring from just the taste of you. The way he looked up at you as he did so, you could see the smug look of satisfaction in those damn eyes.

He knew what he was doing.

He pulled away suddenly, the hair on his chin and his fangs glinted with drippings of your arousal. His sharp tongue rolled over, making sure to get every last drop as he stood up. Your heart was pounding so hard against your chest, but it wasn't out of fear. You were so horny right now it was unreal. Is this what Mundies felt like when they're in love? Of course, they didn't get with the big bad wolf himself, but holy shit.

Bigby snatched at your ankles again after a moment of letting you catch your breath before he suddenly brought your knees to your chest. You gasped, eyes wide at the sudden position change. He spread you wide, barely pushing you to your limits to the point where pleasure started to dance on the thinnest of lines with pain.

You kept eye contact with him, never once faltering, only swallowing thickly as you felt his head tap at your abused passage that had started to leak arousal once again. Your mouth suddenly hung open as your eyes squeezed shut, a low moan pushing past your lips as Bigby sank into you. He couldn't go all in, especially this early. He needed to work you up.

He remembers the last time he got too excited all too well that it haunted him for awhile.

Bigby snarled and bared his fangs, puffing through his nose as his body reacted so well to you being wrapped around his cock. His claws sank into your ankles, blood barely beading at the surface as he did his best to keep what little control he had left. God, he wanted to bury himself balls deep inside of you and fuck you, cum so deeply in that warm pussy of yours and never come out until he knew you would give him pups. It was some sick primal urge that had been brewing inside of him the moment he woke up that morning. The work day was long and grueling to put it bluntly.

Bigby snapped his maw when he had buried himself to the hilt inside of you, pulling a short whine from your lips. Your toes curled, your hands fisted the sheets, your body was covered in a delicious thin coating of sweat he could just lick right off of your body.

And he did exactly that.

He he started to slowly pump his cock in and out of your crying cunt, be crazed his head down and licked at your chest. The tongue that had just been buried in your sweet pussy was now licking up the sweat that balmed your body. It tasted amazing, like perfection against his tongue. He lapped at your breasts, loving the way your nipples pebbled from his tongue rolling over such sensitive flesh. Some sick thought in the back of his head made him want to see the day they were full of milk while you were soft with his pups. Just the thought of you pregnant made his cock twitch inside of your wet cunt.

You came once again around his cock, Bigby howling shortly as your walls fluttered around his cock, trying to milk him for whatever he could provide. His humanity was fading, his morales were being corrupted.

All he wanted to do was mate.

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freakyfreakazoid420 · 1 month

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fortune-fool02 · 6 months

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Bigby Wolf x Fae female reader

Summary: Settling into Fabletown was harder than one anticipated. Cut away from the forest was painful.

Warning: Very light angst, fluff, comfort.

Thank you for reading this. Please leave feedback and reblog as it's highly appreciated.

Thank you. Please enjoy.

It was becoming unbearable now. The aching itch under the skin that refused to settle or be sated, burning away at her inside and gnawing like some starved beast. The sensation of being torn away from something familiar, dropped and dumped into someplace she didn't understand nor like. [Name] hated the city. She hated its bustling streets, the bright street lights that blocked out the comforting flickering of the stars.

Heavy stench of the city made her throat burn. Rubbish tossed around, the fumes of vehicles poisoning the air; not to mention the dreadful sounds of cars, people, streets, all of it. She hated every bit of it ever since they were forced here.

[Name] longed for the forest once more, but even the parks here offered not even a wisp of what she once knew. A small cluster of damaged trees that hadn't tasted fertile soil in many a years, it was a wonder they still stood. Grass that was trampled and worn down to the point it could no longer grow in some places. And the flowers... Their beauty of vibrancy had been dampened heavily. The faintest of touches would cause them to crumble and shrivel away. Not like the ones she knew, the flowers that bore form fertile soil -given by both magic, blood and tears- flowers that could offer aid if one knew what to look for.

Others told her to suck it up and forget the homelands, but she couldn't. Could a fish forget the ocean if it was taken and put in a tiny tank? In the forests, [Name] felt steady and strong, grounded and secure. But out here, in the city of New York, she felt lost, uneven. As if her entire being was constructed of nothing but static, held together by weak string. A part of her feared she would vanish one day.

The sun had long faded at this point, leaving her accompanied only by the blinding glow of the street light in the park. She found a spot amongst the bushes, tucked in as if she could find home among them. Her knees up to her chest, her eyes closed as she tried to picture home. Fae and others along their great kin, were supposed to be in woodlands and other places of such. Places where nature ruled strong, the nurturing hand of Mother Nature, and the magic that ran through the lands and soil. Home.

"You know there's seating over there, right?" The sudden voice yanked her from the little bubble, dragging her back to this dreadful reality. Her eyes shifted up to him, and she let out a light sneer.

"I prefer here, Sheriff." She replied, keeping herself seated on the ground, making no attempt to move. There had never been any ill will or sourness between [Name] and Bigby, after all, they did live in the same forest once. A faint trail of smoke seeped from the man's lips, the lit cigarette glowing dimly as he flicked some ash aside, earning another little scowl from her.

"What brings you out here at this time?" He asked, his motive nothing but sheer, simple curiosity. A soft sigh pasted her lips, her shoulders slumping down. For a Fae, she looked almost helpless, no, lost was a better word.

"I miss home." [Name] replied. "I miss the forest. I miss that feeling in the air, where you knew you belong, you had a place there that was yours. No one else's. Here," She motioned vaguely around her, "There's no such place. There's too much, too close together, and I feel like I can't breathe." Her words grew faster, touched with that biting burning she could feel in her own veins, under her skin. Without realising it, she began to pick at her nails, nipping away at the skin of her fingers.

Bigby knelt down, the cigarette discarded, and gently reached out to her wrists, grabbing hold of them and slowly lowering them away from her. Her eyes locked with his, watching for any move of attack or hidden aggression, but there was nothing of a sort present in his eyes. Bigby simply looked at her, really looked at her.

"I know how you feel, [Name]. I really do." He slowly let go of her wrists and settled down in front of her. "But here, we're safe. We've all been through Hell." He spoke, trying to think of ways to cheer her up. He was never good at this but he would give it a shot for her.

"This place isn't home, I know that. But we've got to try and make it a home." Her eyes shifted away from him, looking around them with a slight uncomfortable look, and he continued, "Even if it means adjusting to things we're not used to. But we're all together, that's what matters."

A moment passed and she finally let out a soft sigh, almost defeated sounding. "Fine." She huffed out, standing upright and dusting herself off a little. "... you got a smoke?"

Bigby glanced at her, a light smile on his lips, "I thought you couldn't stand it?" He recalled a conversation they had not too long ago where she visited his office and made a comment about his smoking. [Name] shrugged her shoulders, "Do you have one or not?"

Pulling the packet from his pocket, he fished one out for her, handing it to her before getting his lighter out. Taking a drag from the cigarette, [Name] slowly pushed the smoke out past her lips.

"This really is a shit brand." The two chuckled softly, taking the moment to look up at the sky. The streetlights had dimmed down a little, allowing the night sky to finally show through. Warmth slowly seeped into her chest as she saw the stars once again.

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