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THIS WAS SO GOOD YESSSSSESSS

HAIIAIIII i saw you have requests open and that bigby is an option AAAA AAAA (I'm actually insane about him rn.) Could you do a request for ftm!reader who's also an info broker for fabletown's public officials, he goes along on cases sometimes. Like Bigby, he has a tough time truly taking care of himself and tends to bind unsafely. Possible whump or hurt/comfort. 😼 hrhrhrhr

Yk what. Hell yeah. I'm also trans ftm so I should be able to write this decently well. This might be a little short though because writer's block has been kicking my ass.

Notes: As always reader is kept as neutral as possible (except for being FTM). English is not my first language. Feel free to request anything else. I just woke up and wrote this and did no check anything so if there's any typos that's between you and jesus, not my problem.

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It had been a rough day. Bigby, reader and Snow white running up and down all over fabletown trying to get even the slightest hint of a lead on the case. And they still hadn't gotten anything. Bigby being his usual self was suspicious of pretty much everyone involved, though he wasn't about to say anything until he had proper evidence.

It was a tough case. Bad enough that neither Bigby nor reader really took any breaks to take care of themselves. No sleeping, no eating, no nothing. Hell neither of them had been back at their apartments since having started working on said cases. It was Snow White who had to step in, telling Collin to keep Bigby in the apartment next time he sees him and at least make sure he takes a nap, and practically having to force reader back into his apartment to take a break.

After actually getting cleaned up Bigby figured he might as well visit reader. Try and figure out what they've seen so far and maybe try and tie some things together to get some useful information on the case. It took ages to get Collin's stubborn ass to even allow him to get out but eventually he managed. He wasn't sure if reader was even awake so he made a point to knock quietly. Loudly enough for him to hear obviously but not quite loud enough to actually wake him up if he was asleep.

A bit of waiting, and a lot of stumbling heard beyond the door later, and the door was finally answered. Reader looking as exhausted as ever as they stared at Bigby.

"Before you ask, no I haven't gotten any leads."

He sounded absolutely exhausted, which was to be expected. Though the part that didn't really make sense to Bigby was his slightly ragged breath. As if he was trying to catch his breath. Which shouldn't have been the case seeing as he has no reason to be running about at any point today.

"We'll see about that. Take a seat and tell me everything you've seen or heard today."

He was going to light one of his usual cigarettes but seeing as reader seemed to be struggling to breathe enough as it is, he figured he probably shouldn't. Plus, it wasn't like reader's apartment had much of any strong smells, so it wasn't as much of a bother for Bigby.

Reader sat down, wincing a little as he did, before shurgging quietly, and beginning to explain everyone he had ran into and the conversations that has followed.

"I told you. Literally nothing."

Bigby just sat in silence for a bit. Half trying to figure out if anything was connected to anything he'd seen today, half trying to realise what could have possibly caused reader to be so out of breath and still not have recovered yet.

"Have you been running?"

A pause. Awkward fidgeting and reader avoiding eye contact. Something was definitely up. Has he been threatened? Is that why he wasn't telling Bigby anything else of what happened? Did he face a dangerous situation?

"No- Why would I- This was like the most peaceful day on the job... I didn't have a reason to run."

The stumbling over his words truly didn't help his case. If anything it made Bigby more suspicious. Studying him like a hawk and looking out for any more body language that might tell him anything. Such as reader pressing his hand against his side with a slight hiss.

"You're injured?"

It was pretty hard to tell if that was a question or a statement. Even Bigby wasn't entirely sure what he meant by it. But he wanted answers.

"Let me see. You know if you've been threatened we can protect you, right? We need all the information we can get on the case."

Bigby stepped closer. Both wanting to check reader to make sure he wasn't too badly injured. And to see if he could get him to talk.

"It's not that-"

The defensive answer as reader pushed Bigby away did not help his case whatsoever. Bigby was sure something was up. He just needed to figure out what.

"Then what is it?"

He asked. Arms crossed, tone stern. Clearly not taking any bullshit. He wanted the truth and he was going to get it. Whatever it may take.

"It's just... My binder... Jesus-"

Bigby raised an eyebrow, clearly confused as he stared down at reader who was sat on some random chair in his apartment.

"Why the hell would a binder make you act like this? Did you hit yourself with it or something?"

Reader couldn't help but let out a small laugh at that. In his defence Bigby wasn't all too knowledgeable on... Well anything outside of his job.

"Not that sort of binder you idiot... The clothing kind... You know...? The restrictive stuff... To flatten your chest..."

Bigby looked more confused than satisfied. It wasn't like he didn't know reader was trans. He was pretty open about it so pretty much everyone knew. Which also meant he got a whole bunch of hate from random fables. Which is where Bigby or Snow White would usually step in.

"Flatten your chest? Doesn't that hurt?"

He asked. Clearly a little clueless though obviously worried.

"Well it shouldn't... Unless you wear it for more than eight hours, or you do things you shouldn't while wearing it."

The realisation was clear on Bigby's face. He nodded as he stared down at reader before responding with a sigh.

"Right, right... And you've been working on the case for... How long?"

There it was again. That awkward smile that reader gave whenever they knew they were caught out.

"Fourteen hours..."

Bigby shook his head, not really saying much before giving a quiet, not quite disappointed sigh. More worried than anything.

"Right... Wait here."

And before reader got another word in Bigby was already out the door. Waiting felt awkward. He was told to wait so he should wait... But then again surely Bigby didn't mean literally stay sat on that chair until he was back... He probably meant just stay in the apartment, right?

While reader was stuck pondering what they were and weren't allowed to do enough time passed by for Bigby to get back. Seeming to be carrying a whole bunch of things.

"Talked to Snow. She said you're probably bruised and told me a bit more about it so I grabbed some things."

He said, placing the stuff on the table. Ice, numbing cream, bandages and... A sweater...? Bigby saw reader's curious and confused gaze so he spoke up once more.

"The ice, cream and bandages are for the bruising. As for the sweater... I wear it in my werewolf form. So it's quite big on me as it is. Should be big enough for you to wrap yourself in without really drawing attention to... Anything..."

He responded, clearly not wanting to use any specific words as to not make reader feel uncomfortable. Something about it all felt a little like Bigby was trying to compensate. To make up for all the distrust fabletown had placed in him. For all he had done before everyone came to fabletown.

"I can help with patching up the bruising? If you're okay with that obviously..."

It wasn't often, reader, or well, anyone, saw Bigby like this. Uncertain. And in a vulnerable sort of way.

"It's fine, I'll do it myself."

Bigby nodded, not pushing further as he just stared down at the things he'd bought over awkwardly.

"Right, right... I'll uhm... I'll leave... Just bring me the sweater back when you're done with it."

He mumbled, making his way over to the door. He clearly wasn't used to the whole, 'caring' thing. Nor did he know much about reader's situation. But he was trying. And what else could reader really ask for? If anything it felt even more wholesome watching him try his best.

"I will" a pause, before reader spoke up again. "Hey Bigby?"

The man turned around. Looking almost anxious. As if expecting to be hated. To be told off for being insensitive or having done something wrong.

"Thank you."

Those two simple words seemed to calm his nerves. A smile spreading onto his face as he let out a relieved sigh and gave a nod in response not really saying anything vocally. Though his demeanour spoke more than words ever could. And with that he left reader's apartment, leaving him to do his thing.

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this is so fucking heat omggggg

WalMiles doodle.

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he’s always there . why is he always there

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YES YOU GET IT!!!

Imagine using bigby as a blanket when he’s wolfing out. I just know he’d be so warm. Like a living stuffed animal or a heated/weighted blanket.

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bigby wolf x male reader would heal me tbh i just wish there were more out there (ao3 and tumblr)

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I hope it's not too much to ask... do you have any head cannons about Bigby dating neurodivergent reader?

[Bigby Wolf with Neurodivergent!reader]

Summary: Bigby trying his damndest to be a good s/o

Warnings: Bigby trying his best, you're a mundy in this!

A/N: Cracks my fingers, it's been fucking ages since someone has asked me about Bigby. I hope these are okay! I miss this man so much. Incurable brainrot he gave me for the last 10 years.

I am not confident in these but I tried, thank you for requesting!

Bigby is rough around the edges, he's not gonna be the best person to comfort you or say the rights things. He's gonna fuck up, and he's gonna feel like shit about it.

You're gonna have to be understanding that this'll probably his first genuine relationship with a mundy, and while the fables use glimmer to pretend to be humans, they're not.

He doesn't get it, neurodivergentcy is not a common topic in fables lives, he will learn for you.

Bighy tries his best though, the second you tell him you're beginning to feel overstimulated, he'll make room and take you away from it.

He's overprotective, almost to an annoying degree but he can't help it. He's not gonna ease off, and he thinks he can handle everything on his shoulders that gets thrown at him.

You gotta tell him that yes, while you may be different and have some issues that fables don't frequently deal with, you're not a child.

Depending on what you struggle with more, he tries to fill in the gaps.

Struggle with time management? He'll be the one to try and remember for you, or telling you to keep track of the alarms on your phone when he isn't around.

Issues with anxiety? He'll force you to lay down with him, sitting in his shitty chair with you on his lap. He'll give you the run down of his day, letting you ask any and as many questions as you want until whatever that's scaring you is gone.

"I'm just, so scared to go in-"

"Do you want me to go?"

"I couldn't ask you to do that."

"So what I hear is that I'm going with you."

There are no real off days for the man, but he does his best to follow you around like a guard dog when he's technically off duty.

He realizes it could be seen as codependent but you're his partner, the primal urge to protect you is strong and it will damn near overweight whatever else has has going on.

Mood swings that deal with anger? He knows all about that, he'll let you scream and cry as much as you want, hell he'd let you hit him if you wanted, he lets you work through your issues on him and just holds you after.

Struggle with the hustle and bustle of the city? He keeps you far away from just about everyone, he's not well liked and he's sure if they spot you, they'll give you a hard time. So he'll probably be the one visiting you on your side of town more often than not.

Takes into consideration that the cigarettes he smokes can be a sensory overload, so he tries to limit it to when he's away from you.

At first he tried to push back on it, saying that it's just smoke but when you put your foot down and say it makes you sick, he starts to wean off of them.

Always tells you you're not a bother, that he would never mind comforting you nor does he hate that he's your safe person.

It makes him feel like he's actually important, that he has a job that actually means something.

He deals with bullshit day in and day out, but at least he has you and you have him.

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It lurks in the dark...

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YEESSSSSSSYESSSSSSSSSSSSUESSSSSS

Can I offer a Waylon Park doodle in these trying times?

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need to wait 2 days until i can get back on the game this is hell on earth

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he's actually such a diva im dead

Will and Bedelia's catfight is by far the funniest part of the third season, but the fact that he gets the last word by releasing Hannibal is such a peak Will Graham move. He and Bedelia are constantly making bride and wife references and clawing to claim that top spot, it's the one thing that Bedelia can even hold over him, but then Will basically turns around and says 'how about let's ask Hannibal, hm?' and Bedelia shits herself. He's such a bitch.

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i actually need to play the rest of the wolf among us I've only gotten past episode 1 and i wanna read more bigby x reader content STATTTT AGGHHAGHHHHH

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Any personal Bigby Wolf headcanons you have? Desperate to keep this fandom alive lol

Yes of course!! Anon I hope you enjoy this? I rarely write out headcanons so bare with me please.

A few drabbles :3 near the end couldn’t help it

── BIGBY. WOLF. HEADCANONS ׂ ✦ ♡. 𓈒

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𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐛𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

⋆ Werewolf traits that carry off body runs hot – He probably radiates warmth like a furnace, even in cold weather.

⋆ Prefers the cold – The heat makes him restless, but the cold? That’s when he’s at his best.

⋆ Sometimes wakes up with his fangs showing – If he’s had a stressful night, he’ll wake up with his claws slightly extended or his canines bared. His eyes flash gold when he’s emotional – Anger, desire, or pain can make his wolf instincts show. His pupils dilate , making him see clearer. It’s why his eyes sometimes glow yellow

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𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐛𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

⋆ Loves the rain He’s been through enough crap that rain doesn’t bother him. In fact, it’s almost like he finds peace in it, walking through the wet streets alone, just listening to the rhythm of it.

⋆ If you were there with Bigby? He might not say much, but you’d feel it in the way he keeps you close, in the way his arm lingers around you under a shared umbrella. His body runs warm, so even in the cold rain, he’s like a furnace beside you. Maybe he’d grumble about getting wet, but he wouldn’t let go. If anything, he’d walk slower, savoring the moment

⋆ Has an unshakable need to move He doesn’t like being confined to one place for too long. The city walls press in on him sometimes, making his skin itch. That’s why he takes long walks at night, disappearing into the dark with nothing but the sound of his shoes and the distant hum of traffic.

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𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐛𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

⋆ Tilts head slightly while listening, similar to a wolf picking up on something.

⋆ Has a habit of running his hand through his hair – When he’s frustrated, thinking, or just in a moment of solitude,

⋆ Doesn't sit still unless he's really comfy. He was constantly shifting his weight and rolling his shoulders.

⋆ Stands with hands in pockets or arms crossed. It makes him appear more closed-off than he is, but that is simply how he stands.

⋆ Even when he could say more, he gives short answers - "Yeah." "No." "Maybe." He will say as little as possible to convey his message.

⋆ Stares at people while trying to figure them out. It seems to loom over them. He's just inherently imposing.

⋆ Has a very slight smirk when he finds something amusing Not a full grin, just a barely-there twitch of his lips.

⋆ Keeps his head down in crowds – Bigby doesn’t like to be the center of attention. He’s not the type to draw eyes to himself, and he avoids crowds when he can. When he does have to be around people, he’ll keep his head low and move fast—he prefers to slip by unnoticed.

⋆ A tendency to growl when annoyed – It’s not always a loud thing, but when he’s irritated or impatient, there’s a low growl that slips out. It’s involuntary—he won’t even realize he’s doing it until someone else reacts to it.

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𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐛𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

⋆ Has a low-key territorial streak He won’t admit it, but if someone sits in his usual spot at the Trip Trap, it annoys him more than it should. Same goes for his apartment—he doesn’t like people in his space unless he trusts them.

⋆ Hates the idea of someone else’s scent on you – If you come home smelling like another person (even just a coworker’s pheromones from a handshake), he notices—and it irritates him more than he’d admit.

⋆ Bigby likes when you wear his clothes or when his scent lingers on you after being close. He probably loves when you use his jacket.

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𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐛𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

⋆ His viciousness never extends to you. No matter how brutal he can be with others, he’s always gentle with you softening up to your company

⋆ No matter how violent he can be with others, he’s never rough with you. Even when he’s frustrated, his hands are always gentle.

⋆ Loves the sound of your heartbeat – If you’re lying together, he’ll subconsciously listen to your heartbeat—it calms him.

⋆ Lets you play with his hair – He’d act annoyed about it, but if you ran your fingers through his hair while lying in bed, he’d go completely still and secretly love it.

⋆ And when he nuzzles into your neck, it’s a habit that he can’t control, almost like a wolf instinct pulling him closer. He does it without thinking, seeking the comfort of your presence, especially when the weight of the world feels too heavy. In those moments, with his face buried against your skin, he’s not the sheriff or the big bad wolf he’s just a man.

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Drabbles

Bigby would probably keep his distance, giving you a rough nod or a grunt when he hands over the money for your ride. He doesn’t make a big deal of it, but the subtle insistence that he can and he will make sure you’re safe shows his protectiveness.

“Take the damn cab,” he’d say, voice gruff, like it’s a simple favor. “You need to get home. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

He wouldn’t sugarcoat anything or try to make it seem like it’s anything more than him just doing what’s right—because that’s Bigby’s way. But deep down, it’s clear he’s looking out for you in his own way. He’s a creature of habit and instinct, and when it comes to those he cares about—whether he admits it or not—he wants to make sure you’re safe, no matter the cost.

He might not say “I care about your safety” directly, but the way he watches the taxi drive off, the slight tension in his jaw as he sees you leave, betrays what he won’t admit out loud. His protective side kicks in, not because it’s his job, but because he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you. And no matter how much he grumbles about his actions afterward.

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You’re walking down a street late at night, unsure if you want to be alone right now. A car pulls up beside you, and you turn, surprised to see Bigby behind the wheel.

“Where you headed?” he asks, like it’s no big deal.

“I’m fine,” you start to say, but Bigby gives you a look—one that says, Don’t make me repeat myself.

You hesitate, then slide into the passenger seat. He doesn’t ask if you’re okay, he doesn’t prod. But you know he’s been following you for a while, making sure you’re safe. He doesn’t need to say it, but you can tell: he wants to make sure you get home without any trouble.

As the drive continues, there’s silence. No small talk, no expectations—just him, quietly ensuring you’re safe, even when you don’t ask for it.

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A cold night outside the Trip Trap was cool, the scent of wet pavement mixing with the stale whiskey on your breath. You leaned against the brick wall, rolling a cigarette between your fingers as Bigby took a slow drag of his own. The ember glowed in the dim light, casting fleeting shadows across his sharp features.

“Got a light?” you asked, tilting your head toward him.

Bigby exhaled smoke through his nose, nodding as he patted down his pockets. His fingers searched through crumpled bills, a pack of smokes, and his lighter—probably buried deep in his coat.

You huffed, patience wearing thin. “Forget it.”

Before he could react, you pushed forward, closing the space between you in one smooth motion. The tip of your cigarette pressed against the smoldering end of his, a tiny spark jumping between them. The warmth of his breath, the scent of tobacco and something unmistakably him—it was intoxicating.

Bigby stilled. His lips parted slightly, like he was about to say something, but nothing came out. His amber eyes flickered, locked on yours, scanning your face as if trying to decide if you were teasing or if this was something else entirely.

Your cigarette caught, the ember flaring between you. But you didn’t pull away, not immediately. You let the moment stretch, your lips just a breath from his, the heat of the burn lingering like an unspoken invitation.

Bigby inhaled deeply, his jaw tightening. “That,” he murmured, voice lower than before, “was a hell of a way to ask for a light.”

You smirked, taking a slow drag as you finally leaned back. Smoke curled between you, the space charged with something unsaid, something felt.

“Yeah?” you exhaled, tilting your head. “Didn’t hear you complain.”

Bigby chuckled, shaking his head as he took another drag, eyes never leaving yours. “Didn’t say I was.”

Bigby isn’t the sentimental type—or so he likes to tell himself. He’s rough around the edges, always carrying the weight of his past, his responsibilities, and the ever-present struggle of keeping the Wolf in check. But when it comes to you, there’s something about the way you light your cigarette off his that makes his instincts stir in a way he can’t quite ignore.

At first, it catches him off guard.

He raises an eyebrow, exhales smoke through his nose, and mutters, “Impatient, huh?” But his eyes linger—watching the way your lips part as you take that first drag, the way the glow of the burn flickers between you both. He tells himself it’s nothing. Just a habit. A little quirk of yours.

Then it happens again. And again.

And every damn time, he notices how close you are—how your breath mingles with his, how your fingers sometimes brush against his when you steady yourself. He notices how you don’t pull away immediately, how you let the ember burn just a second too long between you both.

And worse? He lets you.

Maybe it’s the primal part of him that enjoys it—the quiet, unspoken claiming of it. Sharing a flame with you feels like something only he gets to do. It’s subtle, but it’s intimate.

And Bigby? He never says it out loud, but he doesn’t just let it happen.

He loves it.

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IM GOJNNA SCREAM I LPVEGIM SO MUCH 9M CRYINGGG RGHHHHGGHHH BIGBY IM COMING FABLETOWN IS NOT FAR

Hey broski, I hope you’re having a good day :) may I request some headcanons for Bigby Wolf? I hope all is treating you well!

Of course! Hope you enjoy :)

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Slow Burn Bigby Wolf Headcanons

In the neon-soaked grit of Fabletown, Bigby Wolf isn’t looking for trouble—or for someone who can see past the sharp edges he hides behind. But from your first encounter, something about you lingers in his mind, pulling him into a slow, reluctant unraveling. What begins as guarded glances and unspoken protection grows into quiet trust, dangerous softness, and a love the Wolf swore he’d never let himself feel again. *Contains slow burn, flirting, love at first sight, and protective!bigby Pairing: Bigby Wolf x Reader Tag list: @mostlymarvelgirl Misc. Masterlist | Main Masterlist

1. The First Time He Notices You Bigby’s used to sizing people up in seconds, filing them away, and moving on. But when he first sees you — maybe in the haze of the Trip Trap, maybe through rain on a grimy Fabletown street — something catches. It’s not just your face, it’s the way you hold yourself, the way you speak like you aren’t afraid of him. He tells himself it’s nothing, yet later, in the quiet of his apartment, he realizes he remembers exactly how your voice sounded.

"…Wasn’t even tryin’ to remember. Great," he mutters to himself.

2. The Second Encounter — and the Wolf’s Curiosity Bigby doesn’t believe in coincidence. When he runs into you again, he tests you with clipped questions, rough edges, watching for the telltale signs of someone with an angle. But you answer without flinching, meeting his stare like you’ve got nothing to hide. It earns you the faintest flicker of respect — and the itch to know more.

"Not a lot of folks talk to me like that," he says slowly. "You either don’t know who I am… or you don’t care. Can’t decide which is more dangerous."

3. Bigby Watching Out for You (Before You Know It) Even before you’re close, Bigby starts making sure your name stays clear of trouble. He lingers near your street more often. Keeps certain faces away. If something happens, he’s there within minutes, acting like it’s pure coincidence.

"What? No, I’m not following you… you just keep walking into bad neighborhoods."

4. His Internal Struggle Letting people in isn’t in Bigby’s nature. He’s built a reputation to keep others safe — from the world, from him. You staying around despite the walls puts a knot in his chest. He tells himself you don’t understand what you’re inviting in, but still… he doesn’t push you away.

"…You don’t know what you’re asking for."

5. The First Time He Shows Softness When you get hurt — even just a scrape — Bigby’s touch is surprisingly careful. His jaw is tight, voice low, eyes sharp with the promise of retribution for whoever caused it.

"This shouldn’t have happened," he says, steady but dangerous. "I’ll take care of it."

6. Bigby Letting You Into His World He starts telling you about his cases, skimming over details but enough to show he trusts you more than most. Sometimes he even asks what you think, pretending it’s idle talk. If you call him out on wanting your company, you get a rare half-smirk.

"Don’t flatter yourself. I just… don’t mind you bein’ around."

7. The Moment He Realizes It’s Romantic It hits him in the quiet moments — across from you in a dim booth, or while rain trails down his apartment window. He’s been looking forward to seeing you all day. You’re talking, and he’s not even listening; he’s too busy memorizing the curve of your smile.

"…You’ve got no idea, do you?"

8. Bigby’s Version of Confession Bigby doesn’t do big speeches. When it comes, it’s quiet, like he’s afraid to ruin the moment.

"I don’t… let people in. Not like this. But you’re here, and I’m not pushin’ you away. Guess that says somethin’, huh?"

9. Small Gestures = Loud Intentions Bigby’s never been good at saying how he feels, but you start noticing the ways he shows it. The way his coat “accidentally” ends up around your shoulders before you can shiver. The way your favorite coffee shows up on your desk without a word. The way he lingers in the doorway just long enough to make sure you’re safe before leaving.

"Don’t read into it," he says, looking anywhere but you. "Just… figured you’d like it."

10. The Wolf That's Yours Alone There’s a side of Bigby no one else gets to see — the one without the constant scowl, without the guarded stance. It slips out when you’re alone. His voice drops, his eyes lose that razor-sharp edge, and for a moment you see him, not the sheriff, not the Big Bad Wolf. Just a man who wants you close.

"…Don’t tell anyone I can be like this," he murmurs, almost a warning. "It’s just for you."

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